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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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1-imaginary-girl · 7 months

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Happy Birthday

Leonard Snart x Reader

Summary: It's Leonard's birthday, and you have a special gift for him. Reader is gender-neutral. (This takes place in The Flash universe, before Legends).

Warnings: Pure fluff!

Word Count: 1552

A/N: I keep adding new men to my master list but I can't help it! Wentworth Miller is just a beautiful individual and I've been obsessed with him as Captain Cold from the start.

It wasn’t the sun shining through his windows that woke him up. It wasn’t even the hustle and bustle of Central City. No, instead, Leonard woke up to the feeling of kisses peppering his face.

He immediately smiles before even opening his eyes. “G’morning,” he says in a husky voice. He hears you giggle. He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You’re next to him on the bed, leaned over so that your faces are close together. You have the brightest smile on your face, that lights him up from the sight of it. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, an angel in human form, but he’ll be damned if he gives you up.

His attention falls back to you as you speak. “Happy birthday!” you say excitedly, trying not to be too loud as he had just woken up. He looks confused before remembering. He had completely forgotten. But it seems as if you hadn’t.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, thoroughly waking Leonard up. He brings his hand up to hold your head but then you pull away giggling. He’s left looking jokingly dejected which gets him another quick kiss on his pouty lips. “You seem very excited.”

“Well duh! It’s your birthday. Birthdays are fun,” you say cheerfully.

“As long as you don’t throw me a surprise party, I’ll have fun.” You look offended.

“I think I know my boyfriend a little better than that,” you say which makes him smile. He takes you in, positively vibrating with joy and narrows his eyes.

“What is it?” he asks suspiciously. This only makes you smile wider.

“I got you something,” you say and before he can even comment, you’re off the bed. He instantly misses your warmth.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says, missing you but simultaneously drinking you in as he sits up. Your hair is a little tussled from the night before and he notices that you’re wearing his shirt which looks much better on you.

“Oh hush, of course I did!” you call from the closet. You quickly find what you’re looking for and turn with it behind your back. You’re biting down your grin, trying to contain your excitement now, but it’s all over your face. He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

You make your way back over to the bed and place the gift in his lap. “I have a card for later,” you say. “But I need you to open this first.”

Leonard looks down at the delicately wrapped gift. The wrapping paper is dark blue with white polka dots. As soon as he touches it, he hears you take a sharp intake. When he looks back over at you, your excited energy has turned nervous. You’re rapidly looking from him to the gift. He reaches over to squeeze your hand, trying to help your nerves. It works, as you take a deep breath.

He returns to the gift and begins to unwrap it. Underneath the paper, is a plain white box. He glances over at you again and your eyes are trained on the box. Slowly, he opens it.

There, sitting on a sheet of parchment paper, is a hat. Not just any hat. It’s a dark blue winter hat, and it looks as if it’s been hand-knitted. He’s staring in disbelief, wondering why he’s tearing up at something as simple as a hat.

“Did you make this?” he whispers in awe, slowly reaching in and taking the hat into his hands. It feels comfortable and soft.

You clear your throat. “Y-yeah I did,” you say and Leonard looks at you with stars in his eyes because he can’t believe that his kind-hearted partner took the time to make something for him. You won’t meet his eyes, but if you did, you would see the love he has for you plastered on his face. “I, uh, I tried to match the colour to your coat.” You quickly add, “N-not that you would wear it on the job or anything, but it matches if you wear them together. Or it should.”

He noted that, the choice of colour syncing with his signature coat. “Y/N…” he says, for once at a loss for words. Unfortunately, you take his silence to mean something else.

“I-if you don’t like it, I can get you something else! It’s not that great considering it was my first time knitting, you know I wanted to try something new, but if you don’t like it I would totally under—”

Before your nervous ramblings got worse, Leonard leaned over and pulled you into a fierce kiss. You hesitate, confused for a moment, before leaning into it. You pull away, looking at Leonard for the first time and seeing an absolutely giddy smile, which confuses you even more but puts a smile on your face.

“I love it,” he says, looking into your eyes. You can tell he isn’t lying.

“Really?” you ask with tentative hopefulness. He pulls back to look at it some more.

“Yes!” he says and relief crashes down on you. He sees you smiling again. “In fact…” Leonard takes his new hat and puts it on, instantly warming his head. Your eyes widen.

“You don’t have to wear it—”

“Of course I do, it’s my new favourite hat,” he says with a smile. The thought of wearing something you made special for him warms his heart. He can tell that you’re still not entirely convinced. You set your lips into a straight line before leaning over to take the hat off. But Leonard’s quicker and he leans back, causing you to fall onto his chest.

You giggle as he says, “Are you trying to steal my hat? On my birthday of all days?” This causes you to giggle harder which makes him chuckle. You look up at him with nothing but love in your eyes and his heart still manages to skip a beat after all this time.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say, finally accepting his words to be true.

“How could I not? It’s from you,” he says softly. You bury your face in his chest as you blush which makes him laugh again. Then you lean up and plant kisses all over his face as you did before.

You pause as your faces are inches away from one another. “Happy birthday Leonard,” you say again. He smiles and before he can respond, you lean in and press your lips to his. It’s soft and slow and full of love. When it starts to become more passionate, you pull back biting your lip.

He tries to reconnect your lips but you turn away. “We have to save some for later,” you say with a wink. He groans but gives up as you settle on his chest. As he looks at you, he realizes that you’re the best gift he could ever receive. He wonders if that’s too corny to say out loud. Either way, he sighs in content. He could stay like this, the two of you in bed together, for the rest of the day—

You suddenly sit up, taking your warmth away from him. “Time to make your birthday breakfast!” you say excitedly. You start to move off the bed but he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Can’t we just stay like this in bed all day?” he asks, leaning his head against your back and planting a kiss there. But you wriggle your way out of his grip.

“As nice as that sounds, no can do. I have a whole day planned for you.” As much as he protests to getting out of bed, he really appreciates what you’ve done for him. “So up and at ‘em!”

You skip out of the bedroom towards the kitchen and he groans again, hearing your giggle echo from down the hall. But then he smiles and climbs out of bed, slowly following you. He almost forgets he’s wearing the hat but doesn’t want to take it off. He has a feeling this might be his best birthday yet.

Bonus scene:

The next day at work, one of the rogues is talking with Mick when Leonard walks in. His appearance causes both of them to stop, and not just because he’s in charge.

Along with his infamous blue jacket, Leonard Snart is wearing a new, knitted blue hat. At first, they don’t know what to say. They just stare as he walks by. But then the rogue decides to speak up.

“Hey boss, what the hell are you wearing?” the man asks. Leonard pauses in his tracks and slowly turns to face him with a glare set on his face.

“A hat,” he says, obviously. Then his hand moves to his cold gun and powers it on. “Care to comment on it?”

The man’s eyes widen. “N-no, it looks great,” the man says with a nervous smile. Leonard says nothing more, slowly removing his hand from the gun before walking away. Once he’s out of hearing distance, the man turns to Mick. “You think Y/N made it for him?”

“Oh absolutely,” Mick responds.

From that day on, the hat became a part of Captain Cold’s look.

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tvimagines221b · 1 year

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Imagine: Sara Lance helping you escape Bishop, and taking you in, and her telling you that you can start a new life with The Legends.

Being stuck on that god-awful alien planet, with that psychopath, Bishop, was hell enough. But what made things so much worse for you were the experiments. The experiments and tests he would run on you. He always would tell you that you were meant for the greater good. That you would be aiding him in saving the human race. But with him, it was always one lie after another. You spent months locked in his lab. Day after day, in misery. Until one day you finally escaped. Thanks to a group of time travelers known as The Legends. Their Captain, Sara Lance had taken you in. And, you had been with them ever since escaping that planet.

Letting out a shaky breath, you were sitting on the stairs in the console room. But you weren't alone. Sara joined you.

Sara looked over at you. "Hey... Everything is going to be okay. You're safe now. Bishop can't hurt you anymore."

You looked at her. "Yeah..."

Sara Lance placed a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, listen to me. I know you went through a lot back there. A lot more than I did. But you don't have to be scared anymore. Bishop is gone. You're safe... And, this team, we're going to look after you, okay?" Her expression softened.

You let out a shaky breath. " I just don't want to be alone anymore."

"You're not alone anymore," Sara said, gently squeezing your shoulder. "This team is a family. And you are a part of this family now. You have a second chance. A chance to start a new life. With us, if you so choose. You are a Legend now." She smiled.

#sara lance #sara lance imagine #sara lance x reader #legends of tomorrow x reader #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow imagine #dc legends of tomorrow

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bi-bard · 2 years

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That’s My Ride or Die - Leonard Snart & Mick Rory Imagine (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Title: That’s My Ride or Die

Pairing: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory X Platonic!Reader

Based On: Best Friend

Word Count: 562 words

Warning(s): mentions of break-up

Summary: A collection of moments between Leonard, Mick, and the human equivalent of a puppy, (Y/n). They take the form of the most chaotic trio in the universe.

Author's Note: I think this is quite cute.

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I don't think anyone could've guessed the consequences of putting me on a ship with Leonard Snart and Mick Rory.

By all accounts, we should've hated each other. I had dedicated myself to protecting anyone I could... they were thieves with ice and fire guns that seemingly only cared for themselves.

But somehow, the three of us ended up being best friends. While there was a whole team around us, we each seemed more tied to each other than anyone else. Neither one of us could quite explain it. It just kind of worked out that way.

The first memory I have of how close we were was after a particularly embarrassing break-up.

I had been trying to maintain a relationship with someone on Earth that definitely didn't deserve the effort. After they had pulled the plug, I found myself hiding away in the kitchen. I wasn't really doing anything. I was just sitting there, quiet and disconnected.

I barely registered Leonard and Mick coming in to sit with me.

"For what it's worth," Leonard said. "They were a nightmare to be around."

I let out a scoff. "Of course, you would say that."

"I could burn them," Mick offered.

"I... I think I'm alright, thanks," I replied. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Because you're one of the few people on this ship that isn't completely irritating," Leonard shrugged.

"We're friends then," I asked.

"Sure."

"Best friends?"

"Don't push it."

I just chuckled. Yeah, that was the beginning of us being best friends.

My next favorite memory was while we were on a mission.

Rip had sent the three of us off on a task together. Poor choice on his part, but it had all worked out in the end. As we watched everything seemingly fall into place, I got just a little bit excited.

"Oh, hell yeah!"

Leonard and Mick both quickly looked at me. They both seemed a bit shocked. It took me a moment to realize that they were staring.

"I can cuss, y'know."

"It's just strange..."

"Always pictured you as a small... pug," Mick added.

"A pug," I asked.

"Pretty accurate comparison," Leonard added.

"I hate both of you."

"No, you don't," Leonard replied. "Now, come on, Rip doesn't like to be left waiting."

I rolled my eyes but followed close behind them. "I don't hate you guys."

"We know," Mick grumbled.

I chuckled.

It was times like these that I thought about those moments. The ones that made me happy. The ones that never failed to put me in a better mood.

Sometimes I needed them.

It's not because something bad had happened... Mick was just throwing up and I was sitting on the floor next to him. I needed the reminder about why I would choose to do this.

"You alright," Leonard asked as he walked in.

"I'm waiting for him to pass out, so I can make sure he doesn't choke on his own tongue," I shrugged.

"You can go change," he motioned toward the door. "I'll take care of him."

"Thank you."

I stood up and started walking out.

"I love you guys."

"Love you too," Leonard nodded. "And I'm sure Mick would say the same if he were sober."

I gave him a thumbs up before walking out of the room.

It was chaos, but I loved these boys. No matter what.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Yandere Arrow Women pls

Mia, Felicity, and Sara all circle a tied up Y/N like voluptuous vultures…

Mia: you’re all ours now

Sara: and we just love to share, don’t we?

Felicity: oh yes because we all love you so much Y/N.

Y/N: how is this my nightmare and dream come true?

Mia: oh I promise it’ll be a dream for you babe.

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akariamai · 1 year

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Sunshine

Pairing: Ray Palmer x FutureSoldier!Reader

Word Count: 793

He was the personification of sunshine itself. A man seemingly untouched by the evils of the world with the ability to carry on with such merriness. You envied him. All that surrounded you was darkness and misery. It covers you like a favorite blanket on a cold winter night. The darkness acted as your lifeline because you had nothing else to keep you afloat from the somber abyss you’re exceedingly close to suffocating into. Your nightmares and memories tormented you every single day.

You found yourself watching him tinker with one of his projects. Schematics and a variety of familiar tools covered almost every inch of his workspace. All within reaching distance if he urgently required it. “How do you do it?” It was a question you wondered about since your first meeting. The endless optimism radiated off of his figure like the rays of the sun. A, rather large and muscular, ball of sunshine.

Once he finished screwing the screw, he looked up into your eyes, face contorting in confusion, “Do what?” It was a very open question and he had no idea what you were referring to. He did not want to bore you to death with the mechanics of the machine he was building in case it was not prevalent to your question. Nor did he want to confuse you even more with the logistics and probability of his machine functioning.

“Your eyes,” You began, “they show loss and heartbreak and yet you are contempt and happy. How do you do it? Staying happy when the darkness knocks on your door.” You both come from different times. He was born and raised into a time with a false security of peace. So fragile it's just waiting to shatter with a push of a button. You were raised in a time of death, war and disease. You’ve seen cities crumble into nothing but ashes. Family and friends perish operating as pawns for someone else’s game.

The team, with the exception of Gideon, was aware of the bare scraps of your past. They did not need to bear the burdens of the future that was set in stone. They did not need to hear the horrific truths of what lies ahead for humanity. That happiness came and went in an instant. Only misery and death lingered on the outskirts of the horizon.

He scrunched his eyebrows together, pondering over his answer thoughtfully. He had no true answer to your question, only speculation and even so you might not find what you intend with said hypothesis. “Admittedly, there’s not much to say. It can be the type of mindset I try to instill within myself. The experience one goes through can remarkably impact one’s frame of mind and outlook on life. While I have had my share of…” He paused for a brief moment, “distressing moments, I wholeheartedly accredit my perspective of life to those moments. Why do you ask?”

“I’ve never met someone like you. Someone who genuinely cares about others with no ulterior motive. It’s…” You huffed before continuing, “unheard of to be as happy as you’ve shown since I arrived.” There was no place for kindness in war. Merely acceptance of the violence that loomed out into the abyss of politics and billionaires.

An unfamiliar emotion rippled within the drift of what laid ahead for humanity. You had not specified in the horrors you and the rest of your time had faced but Ray was not senseless. There was a slight anguish to your inquiry, a ghastly tragedy harrowing into your soul. It was prominent in the approach you chose to express. Heartbreaking. “I’m not that special. I’m sure there were plenty of people like me that you haven’t met.”

You were thankful that he was not born in your time. He surely would not survive. Whether it is the disease to end him or the unspeakable conviction of war. You were but a number. An asset. You were not special in any accent of the word. You were a soldier. Breathed and trained to be a mindless killing machine. A pawn for someone else to control. Given pretty lies, in all shapes and sizes, to diminish the guilt that ultimately dwelled in your psyche. All in the name of peace. But peace in itself is fragile. True peace was all but a false belief. It would continue to be so as long as greed and power triumphed over appointed leaders.

You shook your head, “I don’t believe so. You’re too good for my time.” That kindness would dwindle down into nothingness. The extermination of human life was not for the kindhearted and Ray, in all his goodness, did not need to know the long lasting aftermath of doing so.

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jaesincorrectquotes · 1 year

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enchanted to meet you🧊

|| Song Fic based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift

|| Pairings: Leonard Snart

|| Note: This is part 1. I'm not gonna finish the song. part 2 will be based on a different song but still somehow connected to this one.

|| Story under the cut

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter faking smiles, same old tired lonely place

You woke up on a rooftop with a splitting head ache along with a few other people. The only ones you recognized were Ray and Sara. Then you hear a voice "Glad to see your all awake." The man introduced himself as Rip Hunter. He then told us all about Vandal Savage and showed us what the city would look like 150 years from now. He left an address with Professor Stein.

Walls of insincerity,shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

10 minutes since Rip lied. You were sitting in a corridor with your back to the wall. Until you felt someone sit beside you. You looked up to see him. "Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing all by herself." You lifted a small smile saying "Thinking."

All i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

He gave a smirk and said "Leonard Snart, nice to meet you." You rolled your eyes, gave a low chuckle and said "I know who you are." And he looked at you and said "And you are Y/n Y/l/n." You looked at him and said "Are you stalking me or something?" He laughed "Just interested, is all."

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emma-s18 · 1 year

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The other side

Summary: Natasha is battling aliens in New York City when she ends up falling through a portal. Can she find her way home?

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

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The Avengers were on a mission in the streets of New York City. A new alien threat had invaded the city. They weren’t sure how they’d gotten there. That is, until a portal opened.

Natasha Romanoff, who had been charging at one of the aliens ended up tumbling through it. She hadn’t even seen it before ending up on the other side.

Hastily, she turned around, but there wasn’t a portal in sight. Luckily her training with the Red Room could come in handy in this situation.

First thing’s first, she needed to blend into the crowd. Then she needed to find out where she was, so that she could find her way back home.

But before she could even do anything she tested her comm’s. “Cap? Stark? Does anyone copy?” The silence that followed confirmed her suspicions.

She looked around her. The city she was in looked kind of like New York with it’s skyscrapers and people hurriedly walking around with their heads down.

“At least it won’t be too hard to blend in,” Natasha muttered to herself. She quickly got a change of clothes and stuffed her missionsuit in a backpack.

After that, she tried to find out where she was. The buildings definitely weren’t familiar. She was happy to learn that the people here were American, so she couldn’t be too far from home.

She ended up at a news stand and asked for the local paper. “The Star City Star,” she read at the top. She frowned. It’d looked like a big city, but she’d never heard of it.

She sighed and looked through the paper. She stopped on an article about local vigilantes that kept the city safe. Natasha kept that in mind in case she couldn’t find a way home by herself.

Quickly, she found out that nobody hear knew of New York City. Maybe she was farther from home then she thought.

It was starting to get dark when Nat decided to look for a place to sleep. Not knowing where to go, she got up on the rooftop. Her past made her stick to the shadows.

She stopped as up ahead she saw an archer looking down at the city. The woman pulled her bow back and pointed it down at a target. Nat snuck closer to see the target and saw a child hidden in the background.

Her eyes widened as she hurriedly ran to the archer taking her by surprise and causing her to miss her shot. The two started to fight, but the young woman was unmatched to Natasha’s skills.

The redhead didn’t let her guard down after knocking her out though. This kind of person rarely worked alone. Just as expected another young woman jumped out of the shadows a second later.

This one matched her skills better. The two fought for a long time. Nat pulled out all of her best moves, but the blonde came back with hers. Eventually, the two ended up knocking eachother over at the same time.

“Nice skills,” the blonde told her from her place on the floor.

“Thanks,” Nat responded incredulously, as she got back into a fighting stance.

“You knocked my friend out,” the blonde said as she got to her feet.

Nat narrowed her eyes. “She was going to hit a young child hidden in the back.” She pointed to the little girl still hidden down on the street.

“Oh,” was all the blonde said. “She was targeting the men. They’re an alien threat.”

Nat nodded. “I know. I followed them here.” She looked at the blonde and narrowed her eyes. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll help you neutralise the threat, if you help me get back home.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the other woman. “Deal!” She said. “I’m Sara Lance, also known as the white canary.”

#black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff imagine #sara lance #white canary #marvel #arrowverse #legends of tomorrow #marvel x dc #marvel dc crossover #the avengers #team arrow

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spite-and-waffles · 2 years

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Just watched the first ten minutes of Elvis and realized that Baz Luhurmann is the only person who could make a decent Batman movie.

(Outside of Lego Batman, which is the pinnacle).

#the superhero genre is camp played so straight you forget it's camp #same as Bollywood movies #Baz is the only one Ive seen outside of Bollywood and DCTv's Legends of Tomorrow that gets this #it felt like he created the entire opening of the movie around that Elvis costume #that should have looked kinda ridiculous even though it's iconic #with the superhero genre also you gotta lean into the unreality of it #the MCU and Nolan-Znyder is so fucking self-conscious about its own silliness #billion dollar franchises that drown the inherent ridiculousness of the genre in relentless fakedeep grimdark #imagine what Luhurmann could do with the Rogues #Moulin Rouge was inspired by Bollywood movies. The only fucking time white people got Bollywood right #incidentally I am now stuck on Bollywood Batman #look up the Honest Trailer for RRR and tell me you wouldnt sell your left nut for Bollywood Batman #elvis #baz luhrmann #dcu #dc comics #anti MCU #anti DCEU #movies #bat meta #crack meta #spite waffle

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mostfandomimagines · 1 year

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Imagine: Asking Leonard how he’s feeling

#leonard snart #dc legends of tomorrow #leonard snart imagine #dc ledgends of tomorrow imagines #not MY gif

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alex-aquarus · 2 years

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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#sara lance #ava sharpe #avalance #legends of tomorrow #dcs legends of tomorrow #sara lance imagine #sara lance imagines #ava sharpe imagine #ava sharpe imagines #avalance imagine #avalance imagines #legends of tomorrow imagine #legends of tomorrow imagines #dcs legends of tomorrow imagine #dcs legends of tomorrow imagines #imagine #imagines

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ufonaut · 2 years

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Sugar and Spike retrieving Batman’s various Silver Age batsuits from Killer Moth in their first case in the Sugar & Spike: Metahuman Investigations backup from Legends of Tomorrow (2016) #1

(Keith Giffen, Bilquis Evely)