#atom imagine

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

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.”

@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.

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.

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.”

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.