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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Insecurities- Raymond Palmer

Pairing: Ray Palmer x Reader

Characters: Ray Palmer

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- can you make an imagine where Atom's girlfriend is feeling insecure and he makes her feel better.

Word Count: 411

Author: Charlotte

It had been love at first sight for you and Ray. You didn’t know why he liked you in return but when you met at a conference, it was hard to not recognise the chemistry between you. He asked you on a date and neither of you ever looked back. It had been three years of bliss and now you lived together and were hoping to start the next steps to your future soon enough. Everything from the outside seemed perfect, if only people could see the pain that bubbled within your head.

Not once had you ever doubted your love for Ray, but you certainly questioned everything to do with yourself. You were terribly insecure about pretty much everything. You tried your best to hide how terrible you felt about yourself but sometimes it got to the point where you couldn’t contain it anymore.

Tonight, was meant to be your date night. Ray had booked a table at your favourite restaurant, leaving you to get ready to head out for the meal. You had gone up to your room with a lot of time to spare to give you the opportunity to pick the perfect outfit and get ready but alas that didn’t happen. By the time Ray headed upstairs to get ready himself, he found you sat on the bedroom floor surrounded by the contents of your wardrobe and tears rolling down your cheeks. The only clothes you wore were your underwear, having not gotten any further than that in getting ready.

“What’s wrong?” He asked crouching down beside you.

“I have nothing to wear,” you cried.

Ray cocked an eyebrow at you as he looked around the room at the clothes strewn everywhere.

“I think this mess proves you have more choice than most,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood.

“I look terrible in it all,” you frowned. “I hate how I look in it all and I can’t bear for you to have to be seen with such an ugly mess as myself.”

He shook his head, leaning in to press his lips to your forehead.

“Don’t be daft,” he said softly. “I love you and I love how you look. You are perfect inside and out and there is no reason to doubt that.”

“Don’t lie to me Raymond,” you frowned.

“I’d never lie to you about how much I love you.”

Ray leaned in again this time to seal his lips to your own.

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine being Ray's best friend, secretary and mission control who has to help get him unstuck from the Atom suit when it malfunctions.

“Did you seriously not build this thing with a release button?” you gritted your teeth as you tugged at the Atom suit, trying to pry the armour away from Ray’s body with little success. The entire system had locked up, sealing him inside, leaving it up to you to get him free of it.

“I had other design priorities,” he admitted, struggling to look over his shoulder at you. The visor was scuffed too, you noticed. You’d likely have to replace it so it wouldn’t impair his vision during the next mission. Just another thing to add to your growing list of to-dos.

“Would you please stop squirming?” your annoyance bled into your tone more than you had meant to allow. “I’d prefer not to have to dismantle this stupid thing. I’m going to have enough work fixing it after the grinder you’ve put it through.” You knew the suit almost as well as Ray did.

“Hey, I hate to rush you, but I kind of have to go to the bathroom-”

You swore under your breath, “Palmer, if you piss in this suit, I swear to God, I am not cleaning it,” you warned, shooting him a glare. “You don’t pay me enough for this shit. You’re just lucky this has blackmail potential.”

“Wait, what?” He tried to look over his shoulder again, frowning beneath the helmet.

“I said hold still.”

Gif Credit: Ray

[krysalla-archive]

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

@pyppenia

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.

[best-imagines]

Requested, thank you

[topp-bap]

Soulmates Who? (Part 1)

slight angst// when you don’t believe in soulmates but the moment you meet Kim Sanggyun, it changes everything.

Soulmates were a funny thing in the world. You never got why they existed and the need for them. Why couldn’t you just choose who you wanted to live the rest of your life with? Quite frankly, you didn’t like how your fate was predetermined by some magical force in the world. There was no point to it. You get a matching tattoo that appears with the time and date you met your soulmate, then what? Everyone tells you how each person is their own individual and can choose their way of life. Besides love. But why not? It was this very question that made you set on never finding your soulmate and to love whoever you wanted to. Sure their soulmate might show up and screw things over, but you were willing to take the risk. The worst thing that could happen is you’d die a lonely death, but better than succumbing to the world’s wrath of fated love. Or so you thought.

It was the start of a new school year, and you had just returned to your college campus. Dorming never suited you and so you bought an apartment at the start of every school year, repeating the process of moving out from your parent’s house. You had moved in a week prior to the first day of school, getting used to the hustle and bustle of living in the city once more. Walking around and visiting your favorite restaurants recalled some of your favorite memories and though college was stressful, you didn’t regret it one bit. You had just finished your classes for the day, already stressed. What was new? Day one and you were already headed towards the library. As you entered, you smiled seeing your normal spot vacant. You had spent countless nights hunched over at the very table, the dim lights offering the bare minimum to be able to see. “To many more nights,” you murmured to yourself as you made your way to the seat. As you sat down and took out your notebook, you heard footsteps coming closer to you then stopping. You looked up to see an average heighted boy with hair gelled to the side. “Can I sit here?” he asked awkwardly. “Yeah, of course. No need to ask,” you smiled, plugging in your earbuds and taking out your laptop. He smiled back, and sat down- that was when you felt an itching sensation you had never felt before. You bit your lips, desperately scratching at your wrist while trying to seem normal. Eventually it was too much and you looked down at your wrist. Continuously scratching, you had stopped as you noticed ink that had never been there before. 5/10/17 2:04 P.M. Your mouth dropped and your heart started thumping at an alarming rate. This could not be happening. Not now, not ever. Your eyes shook, looking from your wrist to the boy in front of you. You refused to look up and make eye contact. This couldn’t be true. Why would this happen? Your mind was buzzing and you couldn’t process what had just happened. “Oh my God,” the boy whispered, looking at his own wrist. He looked at you as you meekly raised your head. He grabbed your wrist, shocking you, yet you didn’t do anything. His eyes scanned back and forth and inevitably, neither tattoo was disappearing, “We’re soulmates.” Hearing those words shook you out of your thoughts and you abruptly stood up, “No. No! We are not. Soulmates are dumb and it doesn’t matter what the tattoo says. We just met, and I don’t even know your name. This is not how love should work. You don’t want me as your soulmate. I refuse to believe in them. I’m sorry.” You hurriedly packed your belongings into your backpack, trying to get away. He pushed back his chair and grabbed your wrist to stop you, “I know how hard it is to process, but I don’t think running away is the answer. Breathe and calm down. Let’s face it; you can’t change soulmates and these tattoos will never go away. It’s easier to embrace it then fight it. Just accept your fate. I mean I don’t think I’m that shitty of a person.” He cracked a smile, leaving you flabbergasted. Who did he think he was? “You don’t get it. It’s not you. It’s this whole soulmates concept. I refuse to let the world decide who I want to love,” you stood firmly. “Okay well, I’m Sanggyun. Kim Sanggyun. If you change your mind, let me know,” he shrugged before opening his laptop to work on his homework. You stared at him for a couple seconds before leaving as fast as you could. He was oddly okay with your thought process… It was making you think and you did not want to think about being his soulmate. Your homework was all forgotten as the only thing on your mind was… It was Sanggyun.

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[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine Ray Palmer discovering that you, his trusted ally, confidant and friend who appears as a shy, meek secretary by day is also one of the most bloodthirsty, violent vigilantes by night: the Scarlet Crow, a metahuman crusader.

It was Nate who first put the pieces together. Maybe it was because he was an outsider. He had no preconceptions to see past. Ray hadn’t seen through your mask because he hadn’t been looking in the first place. Looking back, he should have seen it sooner. Why else would Rip recruit you? It wasn’t like he needed a secretary to help with paperwork on the Waverider. But Ray trusted you. He was your best friend. He was just happy to have you with him.

Rip knew. Of course he did. He had picked you, after all. You had just decided to play things close to the chest. You liked how things were with Ray. He made you smile and laugh. You hadn’t wanted that to change. You didn’t want to risk how he might look at you differently if he knew what you really were.

And now he knew.

“Wait, I’ve seen that tattoo before,” Nate stepped over the table and you could already see the gears turning behind his eyes. “Shut the front door, you’re the Scarlet Crow, aren’t you?”

You stiffened at the monicker, crossing your arms, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I knew I recognized some of your moves,” Nate continued, heedless of your scowl, hot on the tail of realization. “You are them, aren’t you? No offense but you are terrifying. Like your alter ego, I mean, you normally is just fine, which is great for what we do here-”

“Nate,” Ray interrupted, and the historian turned hero seemed to suddenly notice your expression.

“Oh, I, uh... I’m just gonna go... over there,” Nate hurried to the other side of the bridge, his cheeks flushed pink, leaving you alone with Ray.

You kept your posture guarded. “So, now you know.”

“So he was right? You’re the Scarlet Crow?”

You gave a terse nod. You’d been yelled at before. You could deal with anger. If he hated you, so be it. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as you raised your walls in preparation for his response.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell anyone.” 

“I thought we were friends.”

“I didn’t say we weren’t.”

“Do you not trust me?”

Your scowl deepened, “It wasn’t about trust.”

“So what was it about?”

Your expression tightened in displeasure. “I’m not a good person. I’ve hurt people. I didn’t want you to think I’d hurt you too.”

Gif Credit: Ray

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine waking up one morning on a parallel earth married to Evil!Ray Palmer who still adores you nonetheless.

It was eerie. He looked like your Ray, sounded like your Ray, kissed you like your Ray. But he wasn’t your Ray. There was something different about him, something darker and a little sinister behind his smiles. And sometimes his kisses were a little too hard, too demanding, like he wanted to devour you entirely, body and soul.

It was frightening.

It was exhilarating.

He wasn’t your Ray, but as far as he was concerned, you were his. And he was going to keep you that way.

So when his arms snake around your waist and his lips press into you like fire, you try to tell yourself it isn’t him. That no matter how right it feels, it’s still wrong. That no matter how much it looks and feels like him, it’s still not him.

But his fingers card through your hair with the same gentleness and the taste of his mouth is so familiar, even if the way he kisses you is possessive and consuming. Your head and your heart are at war, a war with the face of the man you loved.

Gif Credit: Ray