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I’m so excited your requests are open! You write beautifully !! Could I request a fem!reader x Bofur of him confessing his feelings for her accidentally but cute? Thank you!

Hi, Nonnie! Thank you for requesting, and thank you for enjoying my writing! I hope you enjoy your request:

It was late in the evening, the sun had set long ago and the Company was sleeping. Well, except for two. You sat next to Bofur, the boulder’s cool temperature sinking into your skin beneath your pants as you listened to him ramble about the most random of things. 

As a breeze blew by, a shudder wracked through your body, hugging your middle as you bounced your leg, the small movement providing little relief against the chill. But it was something. 

“Are you cold?” Bofur paused his rambling about different types of wood for different types of toys, attention shifting from the clouds to you, brows scrunched with worry. 

“-’m fine,” You murmured, keeping your eyes on the sky, enjoying how bright the stars seemed this far away from any inns or homes. 

Before you could say anything else to resume the conversation, the sound of fabric rustling filled your ears. Looking to the side, your eyes widened as Bofur began to remove his coat. 

“Bofur, I’m alright, no need to–” The fabric was placed around your shoulders, the warmth that accumulated from his body now seeping into yours, your shivering ceasing. 

“Can’t have the lass I love shivering, now can I?” His tone was teasing as he turned back to look at the stars, seeming to not register that he just confessed to you. Until he did. 

“(Y/n)-” Bofur paused, body seizing before his head snapped to look at you to find you already looking at him. 

The apology didn’t even make it past his lips before you grasped his hand in yours, enjoying how his fingers laced perfectly with yours. 

“I love you too, Bofur,” Was all you whispered, giving him a small grin before going back to staring at the stars, heart thumping wildly beneath your chest. 

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Hey! I don't know if you accept requests, but can you write a Bofur x reader stroy when the reader have glasses, and the company cant understand what are the glasses for?

Love your work?<3

Hi Nonnie! At the time you submitted this, my requests were closed but now that they're open, here's your fic!

Waking up in the morning, your eyes immediately shifted into a squint, a light frown tugging at the corners of your lips as you began to feel across the ground next to your bed roll.

“Gandalf?” You called out, worry in your voice as you continued to feel around, your vision blurry but not completely botched as you struggled to decipher between the metal frames of your glasses and some shiny rocks on the ground.

“Gandalf left for a morning walk, so I’m afraid he won’t hear you anytime soon,” Dwalin responded as you called for Gandalf yet again.

“Oh no.” You murmured, sighing as you leaned back on the comfort of your bedroll. “What do you need him for, (Y/n)?” Bofur couldn’t help but ask, not liking the frown on your face as you glared at the ground before you.

“He placed a tracking spell on my glasses, so whenever I can’t find them, I can always turn to him to locate them for me.”

“Glasses?” Bofur said, and you could just imagine the perplexed look on his face as he struggled to comprehend the term.

“Yes, Bofur, glasses, the things I wear on my face every day.”

“I thought those were goggles to protect your eyes from debris?” Ori piped in, equally confused as Bofur.

“No, well, I mean they can, they protected me from getting mud in my eye the other day when Fili and Kili decided to have a prank war over by the river- But that’s not the point, they aren’t made for that.”

“Then what are they made for?” Bofur sat in front of you, pipe hanging from his lips. As he was closer, you could make out the features of his face better, the squint in your eyes relaxing just a little bit.

“They are made for--”

“They don’t protect you from mud… So are they meant to protect your eyelashes from singeing off?” Gloin questioned, looking to Oin who nodded in agreement.

“That must be it!”

“No, no, they’re for--”

“They obviously must be for protecting the eyes from fumes, like how onions make you cry!” Kili piped up, Fili high-fiving him as you couldn’t help the fond smile from spreading on your lips.

“No, they must be for--”

“They are so our beloved (Y/n) can see properly,” Gandalf piped in, coming from the treeline as he returned from his morning walk.

“Here you are,” He presented them to you, a sigh of relief leaving you as you slid the frames onto your face.

“Thank you, Gandalf,” You grinned, “But where were they?”

“They were smashed, under a certain dwarvish boot when I left for my walk, so I repaired them.”

“Thank you very much then, Gandalf, I appreciate you taking the time to fix them.”

Bofur watched the exchange with fond eyes, noticing that when you slid them on, your face became relaxed, your eyes no longer focused into a hardy glare.

Bofur knew what he had to do.

Come the next night, as you wound down for bed, you sat criss-crossed with your bag in your lap, preparing to wrap your glasses back in their cloth and put them in with your clothes so that way they wouldn’t be accidentally broken again.

“(Y/n), may I see you, for a moment?” Bofur questioned, as you looked up, eyes delving into a squint before you put your glasses back up to your face so you could see out of them.

“Is there something that you need, Bofur?” You questioned as he helped you to your feet, your glasses once again perched on your nose as the two of you went away from the small clearing where the Company had set up camp for the night.

“I wanted to give you this…” Bofur slowly outstretched his hand, a piece of cloth braided together, coming to an end with two beads at the end to attach to your glasses, as well as another bead lying next to it.

“Bofur…” You knew what this meant, having studied dwarvish culture before embarking on this journey with Gandalf, but you never thought it would happen to you.

“Are you meaning, what I think you’re meaning, Bofur?” You couldn’t help but ask, wanting to squash any misconceptions now.

“Aye, I am.” The cheerful dwarf had a look of dead seriousness as he held the items out, yet the unmistakable fondness in his eyes told you of the love he had.

“Well… Then… I simply must accept.”

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I saw this on twitter and decided to look into it deeper.

And yeah I guess Marvel forgot Kurt has hand tattoos and a (nice ass) ring.

Just a quick recap of what his hand tattoos and ring look like

And from the What if episode

Clearly missing his tattoos and ring

Anyways yeah that sucks. Idk why they got rid of his tattoos and ring but I wished they didn't. 🥲

Bonus: In the first Ant-man, in one of the deleted scenes Kurt's tattoos are missing, when the camera cuts away and than back his tattoos are back.

Update: Yes David has tattoos but they aren't hand tattoos(upper arm tattoos).

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Pumpkin Carving Hcs

Its spooky season, which basically means it Halloween and therefore pumpkin carving headcannons with Georgie are a must! This wasn’t a request but I thought it was cute idea so without further adieu I give you pumpkin time with joj:

He’s not too open to the idea at first, mainly because he’s never carved a pumpkin before but once you convince him, he’s very excited 

But If your going to carve pumpkins he wants to do it right

He’ll make you two stop at a coffee shop beforehand to “set the mood”

Followed by a walk throughout the city. He likes to step on the leaves and see how many of them he can get to make a crunching sound

It becomes a contest of who can make the most leaves crunch with a single stomp

He wants you to help him pick out the “perfect pumpkin” 

“What about this one Geo? I think this should be good”

“No, it seems a little small. I want it to be the perfect size”

Its a bit of a process but after a while you finally get the perfect one. He’s so excited and it warms your heart. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so happy before

He definitely either puts a seatbelt on the pumpkin to protect it or he has it rolling around on the ground, there’s no in between

Although he’s relatively clean when it comes to actually carving the pumpkin, that doesn’t go to say he’s the safest

He almost stabs himself a few different times when trying to cut it open. 

He’s convinced he doesn’t need any help because he’s an expert pumpkin-carver

You have to end up helping him open it up, but he tells you that if anyone asks he “carved it open all by himself.”

He messes around with the insides a lot because he’s fascinated by them

“Y/N, look at how grotty these things are! Isn’t that just gross?”

He spends more time messing around with the insides than actually carving the pumpkin

You threaten to do it for him, even though you never would just because you know how much he looked forward to this

He finally starts carving and he attempts to make something scary, but ultimately fails at it.

It turns out to be more of a shark-looking-creature with very big eyes.

Yours is a cute and a little more traditional

Of course he’s jealous because he thinks it looks better

“How come yours looks so much better! That’s not fair!”

You convince him its cute, because in all actuality, it really is

“Geo, baby, it looks really good. Its actually cute, I love it!”

He gets very excited at night when its time to light the candle inside of them

You always let him do it 

You really have no choice

He likes to guess how long it will take each night before the candle completely burns out

“Y/N, we should make this a tradition, I had a lot of fun”

He absolutely melts your heart

“Sure thing, Geo. I really had fun too”

He ends the night by cuddling with you, while you two watch scary movies together and fall asleep in each others arms

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Imagine showing Dr. Wells a figurine you made of the Reverse Flash to use as a prop when you explain a plan to bring him down.

“You made his eyes blue?” Dr. Wells asked, squinting at the figurine.  “Barry said that his eyes were red.”

“He did,” you replied, looking at the toy you’d made.  You moved his arms up and down to show the detail and thought you put into it.  “I just thought blue looked good with the yellow.  It’s just a prop anyway–I’m about to blow it up.”

“I suppose that–wait…"  Dr. Wells arched his brows at you.  "Your plan involves blowing up the Reverse Flash?”

You grinned and nodded, completely unaware of the worry that now creased Dr. Wells’s features. 

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hi! can you do #20 - “The number one cure for sadness is an outrageously tight hug.” with reader and ray palmer? i love ur writing!

Cradling your knees to your chest you kept your back pressed tightly to the cold metal wall behind you. The last hour had been spent trying to fight off the physical tells of your anxiety; shaking hands, rapid beating heart despite how many deep and supposedly ‘calming’ breaths you tried to take. The dizziness that set in was your breaking point, and you’d crumbled to a pile on your floor to put your head between your knees. On any other day your breathing excercises and rehearsed mantras would snap you out of it but not tonight. Your heart was heavy with the weight of missing your family, not knowing what they were up to or where they thought you were. Joining the crew on the waverider had been a big risk but you’d take saving history and lives over selfishly keeping yours normal any time. Not to mention the chosen family you’d found in your fellow legends along the way. Now however you couldn’t think of all those silver linings while in the thick of your darkened cloud. Sucking in another raggedy breath through your nose you let it out slowly through pursed lips.

Just then a light rasp of a knock hit your door before it slid open, and you glanced up to see dark blue pajama pants swishing towards you. Before your eyes could move any higher Ray was crouching to your level, his warm arms enveloping you and making you realize that your shaking was equally from fried nerves and the chilly temp of your room. “C’mere you..” he muttered as he effortlessly lifted you from the floor, carrying you to the edge of your bed before hearing you groan. He nodded knowingly and tightened his grip on you before sliding into your bed with you still safely tucked against his chest. “The number one cure for sadness is an outrageously tight hug.” His voice was gentle against your hair and you felt his arms begin to squeeze you against him even tighter. Your head rested in the crook of his neck and you nuzzled into him, gripping at his tank top as if you could pull him any closer. “Thank you..” Your voice came out just barely audible, like the whimper of a mouse, but he caught your words and turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “Thank me by getting some sleep, okay?” He began to shift out from under you but you let out another disapproving whine, and he couldn’t help but huff an amused chuckle. Without another word he settled back against your pillows and brought his arm around you again to bring you to lay on his chest. Letting yourself focus on his breathing and heartbeat you drifted away into slumber feeling at peace in Ray’s hold.

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Trying New Things (Ray Palmer x reader) smut

Holy crap two on one night someone call the doctor I must be sick or something.

Ok my dears this one started out as a combined request but I feel I may have pulled away from one of them. IF so Anon tell me and maybe we can work out another story 😏

Sooooo lets have some fun with Ray an face sitting with a shy reader.

Rated: Smut

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"I am sorry you want me to do what?"

"I want you to sit on my face."

If it hadn't been for the fact that Ray was laying on top of you and you had been naked you would have jumped up from the bed. 

"Ray-"

"Shhh y/n just listen to me ok?"

Nodding your head Ray lifted his body off of yours. Sliding his knees under your thighs he then pulled you up into a sitting position with your legs resting over his. 

"We have been dating for five months and I can tell you I am head over heels for you. I have never met someone who can get along with everyone they meet as well as you can. Heck you won over Mick faster than anyone else and that's saying a lot. But I can't help but feel like you are holding back when it comes to the more intimate parts of the relationship. DON'T get me wrong, the sex is great. I just feel like you are holding back almost like you are shy. So I want you to take charge, and what better way than to ride my face."

Placing your beat red face into Ray's chest you couldn't help but shake your head.

"Ray I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Cause I just can't."

Pulling your face from his chest Ray ran his thumb over your lips before giving you a quick kiss.

"Please y/n. I need you to explain it to me."

Shaking your head you placed it back on Ray's chest and took a long breath in. You wanted to explain to Ray that he had only been you second partner ever, but you weren't sure how to even put it into words. 

"I don't know how to tell you." 

Pulling your face from his chest Ray ran his thumbs over your cheeks.

"Just tell me. I bet you it's not as bad as the thoughts running through my head. And whatever it is I promise to not laugh or be angry."

Knowing that it was eventually going to come out you knew the sooner the better. And although Ray continued to hold your face you looked downwards.

"It's nothing bad I promise, it is just more embarrassing to me. See, you are only the second person I have ever slept with. My first, was my high school boyfriend and everything we did was just plain vanilla. We never did anything like you are asking. So I am scared to mess it up." 

"Trust me y/n you can't mess this up. The worst thing you could do is smother me, but being smothered between your legs is a hell of a way to go." 

Yelling "Ray" you laughed as you tried to pull away, but Ray had wrapped his arms tightly around you and you couldn't move. 

Suddenly you were once again on your back with Ray on top of you kissing your neck. Letting out a moan you tilted your head to the side as Ray continued to kiss and nibble on your neck. Slowly he started to kiss his way down your body. You were beginning to think he had changed his mind when he began to kiss your hips, but he stopped his kisses at the top of your mound. Giving you a small smile Ray rested his hands on your lower stomach, then rested his chin on them.

"There may be some out there who like plain vanilla sex, that wouldnt even think to do what I am asking. Heck you may be one of them and that's ok, but how are you going to know if that's you our not unless you give something new a try. Now, that being said if you truly don't want to we don't have to. But I really think you should try it, I think you will like to be in control."

"What if I can't get off like that?"

"If you find you are not even close to cumming we can stop at any time and go back to what you like."

You knew deep down you would be doing what Ray asked because not only are you tempted to try something new but more the fact you were trying something new with someone you trust. Looking down at Ray you gave him a smile as you ran your hands through his hair. 

"How do we do this?" 

Seeing the look on Rays face was already doing things to your body and you hadn't even started anything. Placing another kiss to your lower stomach Ray rolled from on top of you and onto his back next to you. Tapping your leg Ray began to speak.

"Just roll onto me. Start with your weight on your knees and we will go from there. If for some reason I need you to move I will tap your leg."

Taking a deep breath you rolled over to Ray. Once over his face Ray wasted no time reaching between the both of you and spread your outer lips. You began to moan as Ray ran his tongue over your entrance and up to your clit. He continued to lap your clit for a bit before moving his tongue back down to lick your wetness. Unsure what to do with your hands you brought yourself forward to rest some of your weight on them. At the same time you moved, Ray slipped his tongue into you which caused you to roll your hips and for Ray's nose to rub against your clit. The pleasure that shot through your body, had you bringing a hand to Ray's hair as you dropped to your elbow. Without even realizing it you place a bit more weight down on Rays face as you began to roll your hips faster. Instead of fighting you Ray brought his hands to your ass and helped you roll your hips, while his tongue moved in and out of you. As the pleasure continued to build you found yourself moaning loudly into the bed. Your own warm breath bouncing back into your face. Soon you were grinding down on Ray's face as you worked yourself over the edge. Screaming into the bed you couldn't help but drop all your weight onto Ray. After a few seconds you tried to move off of Ray, but he held you down while he began to lick at your, still pulsating, entrance once again. Given how sensitive you still were Ray's menstrations had you on your way to cumming again. Digging your hand into his hair even tighter you couldn't help but cry into the bed as you started to roll your hips against his tongue. As you picked up speed once again, you felt Ray remove one of his hands from your ass. Feeling the vibrations from his moan, against you, told you that Ray was currently jerking himself off. Slowing down your hips you began to roll them just enough to keep you on the edge as Ray continue to bring himself closer. You had been on the edge for so long though, that the minute Ray latched onto your clit and forced you down onto his face you found yourself cumming once again. With your face still in the bed you let out a cry as you started to cum, with the vibrations from Ray's moans causing you to twitch and shake. Soon Ray was pulling his mouth away from you as you felt something warm hit your backside and he moaned out in pleasure. 

Bringing yourself forward, and off of his face, you dropped to your stomach and groan out. Feeling Ray slipping down the bed some, you turned to watch as he stood up and grabbed a towel. Making his way back to you Ray used the towel to wipe up his mess on your back, before dropping it to the ground and slipping back into bed with you. Once he was situated he pulled you to rest on his chest. You couldn't help but giggle when he started to hum as you traced patterns on his chest. Before either of you could say anything though Mick's voice came over the ships systems. 

"HAIRCUT! I don't know what you did to get her to scream like that, but you bet your ass I am going to find out. That right there is- oh hey boss"

As much as you wanted to be embarrassed you couldn't help but laugh out loud as you heard the system cut off and Sara yelling at Mick.

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Insecure

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

Pairing(s): Ray Palmer x Reader

Summary: Ray begins to feel insecure and decides to ask what you see in him. Instead of answering him, you pretend to be asleep. He doesn’t realize that you’re pretending to be asleep. One day you try to explain everything to him, only he thinks you’re breaking up with him.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DC’s Legends of Tomorrow characters. They are owned by the writers, producers, and directors of the series. I am simply borrowing them for this lovely creation.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. Italics are a flashback.

Warning(s): Ray being insecure. A misunderstanding. Pretending to be asleep.

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Hi! Congratulations on 1500! Can I request prompt 15 with Ray Palmer? Like hella angst

Warnings: Death, blood

Notes: Thank you! And Ray is my favorite Legend so also thanks for sending this.

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

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"You're going to be okay. Sara's bringing the jumpship. We'll get you back the Waverider and Gideon will heal you."

Ray kept pressure on your stomach, but the blood still gushed out between his gloved fingers. He tried to keep a smile on his face for you as you looked up at him through your glazed eyes.

"Ray, I-" You coughed and blood was forced out of your mouth, too much for comfort.

Your eyes started to flutter closed and Ray shook you, but there was no response. "You have to stay awake. Please."

You tried to listen to him, you did, but your eyelids became heavier and heavier. The last thing you saw before your world went black was Ray's panicked face. You were just glad to see him one last time.

"You can't die. Please don't die," Ray begged, and the final rattling breath you let out was the only answer he got. He carefully wrapped his arms around your body, burying his face in your neck. There was no pulse beneath your skin and it made him feel sick.

You were gone, just like Anna. It was bad enough he hadn't been able to save the first person he loved, but now he couldn't even save the love of his life with the Atom suit.

He just wished he'd stayed retired with you. Stayed in Silicon Valley. His job made him miserable, but at least he was miserable with you. At least you were alive.

Ray didn't really process it when the jump ship landed nearby, he was too busy holding your limp form, sobbing into your shoulder. He didn't realize that Nate's hand was on his back either. He just felt numb. Cold.

You always called him your Sunshine (the others liked to make fun of the pun. He loved it though), but the real sunshine was you.

And now you were gone, leaving his once bright world pitch black.

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Back To You

I finally got around to writing this. I looked it over, and I don’t exactly hate it, but I feel like it could have been better. Let me know what y’all think!

Side note, I’ve been working on my own novel. I don’t know if I should do like a sneak peek here or not. I’ve been really enjoying brainstroming for this novel. 

Ray Palmer x Reader

Everybody Knows:  Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Warning: It’s 3k long, and there may be some twists in there.

It was a familiar feeling that finally returned. One that made your stomach warm, confusing your emotions for it gave you a sense of lost comfort, but it also you a sense of guilt. The feeling you were regaining, it didn’t belong to you: not the correct you. The more you tried to focus on the happiness that was coming back to you, your mind returned to Ray. How happy he was when he heard your voice, how he thought you were finally home. It was all a lie. 

“So what, you’re going to keep up this charade of you being the old Y/N?” Harry huffed. He glared at you, crossing his arms, “He’ll find out, and I won’t be here to pick up the pieces. I may not like the guy, but the last thing he is— is stupid.” 

Harry’s words rang in your head throughout the night. Trying to push them back, trying to ignore the hard truth he gave you; Harry—yet again—was right. You didn’t know how long you could keep this up. You had regained most of your lost memories, if not all; you didn’t take into account that you knew no traits of your past self.

You nuzzled closer to Ray’s chest, enjoying what you could, of a blissful morning. Ray brushed his fingers lightly over your bare shoulder, slowly waking you up from a deep sleep. You tilted your head back, seeing Ray giving you a soft smile, taking in a moment he had once thought he lost forever.

“Good morning,” You softly hummed, readjusting yourself to have your hands on Ray’s chest, giving you better support to look at him. You felt his steady heartbeat, one that you knew belonged to you. It was wrong to lie to Ray. You were selfish. You wanted what your past self had; it wasn’t fair. The relationship you and Ray had was ideal; it showed how your relationship was with Wells. Unhealthy. “How long have you been up?”

“A few hours,” Ray confessed. He moved his hand to your cheek, causing you to shut your eyes to lavish every touch brought by Ray. The night before was something you would never want to trade. You finally saw the Ray that your past self saw. How attractive he was, how loving, and how much he was in love with you. He knew you so well: where to place his hands, your weaknesses, even your small, little kink. It was nothing you ever thought you would experience: you never did with Harry.

You kissed Ray’s chest, still soaking in the image that was before you. “I still can’t believe what happened.” You said, bringing up your hand to run through Ray’s locks. “The pain you went through. Feeling so alone. Although—” Ray raised his eyebrows with your sudden revelation, “If that is the kind of sex I’ll be getting from it, maybe another Flashpoint wouldn’t be bad.”

“No, no, no,” Ray hushed you. He flipped you over, towering above you. “Don’t say that, please,” Ray begged. You saw in his eyes, the pain that he had. The expression he carried when he first met you back in STAR Labs—when you didn’t recognize him—a look you never wanted to see again. You brought both hands up, cupping his face, but you notice something on a particular finger.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at sight. You felt a mixture of joy, but the guilt grew stronger. “Wha—” The words couldn’t come out, fumbling at any sound that came out. Ray took his gaze to your hand, taking it away from his face to give it a tender kiss. His fingers lightly played with the ring, taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want you ever to leave my side again, Y/N,” Ray admitted. Ray squeezed your hand, staring intensely at you, “These past weeks have been the hardest on me. I had no idea if you were ever coming back. I didn’t think I would ever be the same. I wanted you to stay on the Waverider. Even though your mother was sick, I wanted to be selfish. I can’t bear the idea of being away from you. I wanted to propose to you sooner, but I let my nerves get the best of me.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are my soulmate, the love of my life; someone I want to spend the rest of my crazy, time-traveling life with for all eternity.” Ray’s words caused you to crack a smile and a soft laugh before returning to a doe-like state. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, your eyes starting to water while you waited for him to finish his sentence, “Will you marry me?”

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Movie Night

Pairing: Ray Palmer x Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: It’s movie night at Ray’s.

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“Wait, you’ve never seen Star Wars!?” Ray exclaimed. You shook your head sheepishly. “How have you not seen it? It’s like the most iconic film series ever. You know what, it’s decided me and you are having a movie night tonight.” You smiled seeing how excited Ray was to show you these films.

When you got to his room everything was already set up for movie night. The tv was on, blankets were out, popcorn was ready. You sat down next to Ray who had pressed play once you were settled. Throughout the film Ray would occasionally interrupt explaining to you what was going on in that scene. Normally, that would annoy you but for some reason tonight it didn’t. Maybe it was because you saw how happy Ray was explaining the film to you.

It was half way through the second film when you felt your eyes become droopy. You tried to stay awake but sleep soon overcame you. Ray didn’t notice until he was about to explain a certain scene to you and saw that you were curled up close to him, hugging his arm, asleep. He thought about waking you but you looked so peaceful and at ease. Instead Ray carefully switched the tv off and grabbed a blanket draping it over your sleeping form.

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40) hand kiss with ray palmer and reader thank you!

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It’s finally a peaceful day on the Waverider. (Could it be considered day if time doesn’t really pass conventionally in the temporal zone?) Mick hasn’t set anything on fire, Amaya and Nick haven’t tried to jump each other in front of the entire team, and Zari and Wally haven’t accidentally blown something up. All is quiet and it’s nice. You missed the tranquility.

Ray tinkers with his suit, catching up on small adjustments and updates he’s been meaning to make, but the whole Mallus thing had been getting in the way. It isn’t the only thing that’s been interrupted. You’ve barely been able to spend time with each other.

“Sweetheart, could you pass me the tweezers?” his eyebrows are knitted close together as he examines the left gauntlet of his Atom suit. One hand is held out towards you, waiting for the requested tool.

They’re easy enough to find; he keeps the tweezers in a small pouch on the top shelf of his toolbox. You place them in his hand, fingers brushing over his palm. You’re excited for when he’s done. All you want is to have his undivided attention- well, maybe a little divided with a movie to soothe the nostalgia you’ve both been feeling lately. 

He’s quick to readjust a chip inside the tech. You don’t know much about what he does, you were never quite got electronics. 

Ray puts the gauntlet back in its case and sighs, a tired smile starting to form. You follow suit and push your seat closer to his, making an effort to rest your chin on his shoulder, looking over at the mess he made in his workspace.

He looks to you, head craning and neck twisting in an uncomfortable way by the looks of it. His mouth opens and closes before he gives up on trying to say anything. Instead, he leans his head against yours, closing his eyes and humming softly. It’s from Singing in the Rain. You’ve watched it enough times with him to know where it’s from, but you just can’t name the song.

You take his hand in yours, still marveling at how much bigger they are compared to yours. It’s almost comical, really. 

You don’t dare move your head, not wanting to disturb the happy trance he’s in. Ray is always happy, but this is a repose sort of happy. Nothing is bothering him. There’s no immediate threat or danger to anyone or anything. He looks younger, despite the few gray hairs that have started to show in his dark hair. You don’t mind missing out on a movie night to stay like this with him.

He opens an eye when you move his hand closer to your lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of his hand. You resume holding his hand in your lap, playing with his fingers, but you don’t miss his smile from the corner of your eye.

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“Oh dear,” Martin muttered beneath his breath, looking at the realization that washed over Ray’s face.  He knew that if you found out he’d let it slip that you had feelings for Ray he’d be in trouble.  Especially because you’d given him explicit orders not to do anything.  But you’d looked so sad at the idea of never getting a chance to tell Ray how you felt that he couldn’t help but wonder if Ray felt the same.  The man smiled at everyone, was kind to everyone, it was hard to tell what he was really feeling.

“You’re saying…Y/N likes someone on the ship?” Ray asked.  Martin was certain Jax could feel the stress he was facing now.  There was a brief smile on Ray’s lips before it fell away.  “Do you know who?”

“I-I have an idea,” Martin replied.  His eyes darted around the room, desperate for an escape from his dilemma.

Ray covered his face with his hands as he groaned.  “Oh, how could I have not seen it?”  He lowered his hands, placing them on his hips.  “I’m an idiot.”

“Now, listen Raymond I don’t–”

“It must be Jax,” Ray concluded, throwing a hand in the air, “that’s why you’re asking me if I’ve noticed them.”  He shook his head.  “You know for a second I thought you were going to tell me Y/N liked…”  He gestured to himself.

Martin paused.  “Wait, you’re saying…?  Well Mr. Palmer I have good news for you–but you didn’t hear it from me.”

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- Y/n = Your Name

- Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Prompt- “Ray Palmer imagine where he and the reader are madly in love in the future, and he has to come back in time but don’t want to leave her, even knowing you will meet again in two years” -anon  //  "Ray Palmer imagine. I don’t have a prompt exactly, but fluff. A lot of fluff because Ray is a little ball of cuteness. Please. Sorry if there is anything wrong with the request, i’m not a native speaker.“ -anon

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to find a home - ray palmer

character: ray palmer (arrow, legends of tomorrow) + special guest appearance by tony stark ft stark!reader 

requested: no.

words: 2566

warnings: none really, just like… an implicit post smut scene at the end??? nothing really graphic. also, pure fluff.

summary: ray and the reader are stuck on the parallel universe which is the reader’s home.

author’s note below.

Tony Stark… intimidates Raymond Palmer.

Ray prefers to admit it that way than to use the expression ‘scares the crap out of him’, just for self-esteem issues, really. Not scared, scared, y’know, because he’s at least three inches taller than the man (that’s what Stark had said, but both geniuses know that Ray passes him by six whole inches) and he’s as smart as the older man is, could probably pretend to be smarter with the three PHD’s under his belt. They were both incredibly rich, incredibly intelligent, and amazingly good heroes.  There should be really nothing to be intimidated about.

“Hey, Charming,” Ray snaps his head back to Tony, who raises a judging eyebrow and points at him with something that looks like DUM-E’s arm. Ray sits straight in a second, like a child who was just scolded by a teacher. “Get back to work, will you? I don’t really appreciate you ogling my daughter when I’m in the same room.”

Oh, yeah. That’s what he should be scared shitless about.

“Ogling,” he mutters to himself, half insulted and half ashamed he’s actually right, as he avoids (Y/N)’s grinning features and dips his head back into the piece of machinery of the Waverider in front of him. Because of course the ship had to break down on a parallel universe. The parallel universe in which his best friend’s father had to live in, the best friend he’s currently in love with. Hell, the best friend he’s been in love with ever since he realized she was a gorgeous woman who could keep on with his crazy talk with no hesitation. Sure, Stein could do that, too, but there’s no way the old man serves looks like (Y/N) Stark does.

God, he shakes the thoughts out of his head. These are the kind of stuff he gets in trouble for.

“Take it easy on him, dad,” (Y/N) pipes up, and Ray dares to meet her eye to find her already staring back at him, smiling goofily as if he needed help to fall ever further for her. “Some people are not used to working under your highly unbureaucratic hand. Give him a break.”

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