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A/N: Just a short little fic that popped into my head. Enjoy!

Dean groaned running his fingers through his hair in frustrating, he could still hear the screaming infant down the hall. Non stop crying for three hours, three damn hours. The crying quieted to a whimper and Dean flopped backwards onto the bed maybe now he could finally get some sleep. Just as that thought ran through his mind the crying started up again. “Oh, for gods sake.” Dean snapped pushing himself up off the bed and striding towards the door. “Dean,” Sam followed Dean into the hall ready to apologize for his brother if he needed too. They didn’t need to look far to spot the source of the noise. You were pacing the hallway, a screaming bundle in your arms. Your h/c hair mussed, dark bags under your e/c eyes and desperation in your voice as you tried to soothe the baby. Dean had been ready to yell at you but as soon as he saw you his anger had dissipated and now he just felt bad. “I’m so sorry,” You apologized as soon as you saw the two men standing there. “I know it’s late, it’s just, when I get her anywhere near her crib, she freaks out more, and she’s actually quieter out here.” “No, it’s okay.” The taller of the two replied. “You look like you could use a break. Is her father around?” “No, it’s just me…just me and this little one.” You answered swaying the whimpering baby back and forth as you spoke. “No, family?” The other one spoke up. You simply shook your head, you weren’t going to go into an explanation that your mom was dead and your dad was a drunk who might as well be, right now. “Well, maybe…we could help?” The first one offered. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that, I don’t even know you…” You glanced down at the crying infant in your arms, and back at him. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. We’re staying in the room just down the hall.” Sam summarized. “And it’s no trouble.” “I’m y/n, and this is y/d/n.” You were a little hesitant at first but finally placed your daughter into Sam’s arms. He nestled the baby, supporting her head and rocked her but she continued to scream, her little hands balled into fists and then he started humming to her, you couldn't help a small smile tugging at you lips as you watched.

“We should be getting back to work.” Y/N murmurs, but it’s evident in their voice that they, in fact, did not want to get back to work. The quietness in their voice made HR chuckle. He wasn’t too keen on going back to work either. Having Y/N in his arms was the best thing he had experienced on this “Earth-One”.

“Just another minute.” He insisted. And One became two. Then Three. Four. Five.

You hadn’t noticed the looks Sara and Snart would give each other until Jax pointed it out. He hadn’t pointed it out on purpose, of course. He had made an off-hand comment about Snart and Sara communicating through strange looks, and you happened to overhear it. When you asked him what they were talking about though he became flustered and tried to change the subject.

You decided that you wanted to know since Sara was your best friend who knew you had a little crush on Snart. So, you went into her room one ‘night’ (if it could even be considered a night at all) to have a chat with the assassin. When you first asked, her she was reluctant to tell you, but sighed with an, I can’t take you two anymore and only said that Snart shared your feelings.

For a moment, you hadn’t believed her. How could someone like Snart have feelings (it was one of the traits that drew you to him. You always ended up liking people who you thought could never like you back). You quickly realized it wasn’t a joke, as Sara had never lied to you about these things before. So you were determined to get at least a date with Captain Cold.

That’s how you found yourself outside his room, staring at him as he cleaned his cold gun with his back towards you.

“Take a picture, it’ll-”

“I swear to god Snart, if you finish that sentence, I won’t let you take me out to get a drink.” You hoped you sounded confident because you sure didn’t feel that way. Snart paused, then turned to you. “So, what do you say, Captain?” You cross your arms and lean on his doorway unconsciously. “Drinks?”

“You’re so confident I’ll say yes?”

“What do I have to lose if you say no? I’m sure Ray will go with me if I ask nicely enough.” You didn’t miss the scrunch of Snart’s nose at the mention of Doctor Palmer. After a moment's contemplation, Snart shrugged as if he couldn’t be bothered by the situation and grabbed his parka.

“Well then, let’s go, shall we?”

(Featuring Jack Harris as Travis Stoll and Finn Harris as Connor Stoll. Dylan O’Brien as Percy Jackson)

“Seriously guys!?” Your brother, Percy shouts from across the field. Feathers glued to his skin, and his clothes, in ways that made you laugh so hard that you fell over.

Your boyfriend sniggered, and elbowed his brother in the side.

“Was his idea!” He called out.

“Was not!” His brother argued.

“Was too!”

“Nuh-uh, it was Y/N’s idea!” You sigh dramatically.

“Way to sell me out, man.”

“Oh. My. God. Harry, you didn’t!” A large smile spread across Y/N's face. When she had walked into the lab to find Harry standing alone in the middle of the room, hands behind his back she had become worried. After everything that had happened to her with Eobard and Jay, she wasn’t very sure she could take another betrayal. That worry was soon put to rest when he brought out his hand to show her what he had.

Y/N had no idea if Harry had planned this, or if he had just found the panting, flat-faced pug on the streets that morning, but seeing the puppy almost brought tears of joy to her eyes. Carefully she took the dog and held him close to her face.

“Did you plan this?” She asked. Harry shrugged, and pulled her into a side hug.

“I'd do anything to make you smile, Y/N.”

“If you keep staring, I think you’ll burn a hole in the pretty little heads of theirs,” Leonard remarks from his seat across from Sara. Sara scoffs and forces herself to look away from where you and Ray were messing around with some equipment.

“I’m not staring,” She lied.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that.”

“Leave it alone Snart.” She sneers. “If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”

“It seems you’re jealous - but of which one?”

“I don’t remember asking your opinion.”

“It’s obviously not Palmer since you have higher standards than that. So it must be Y/N.”

“Shut up, Snart.”

Peter had no idea what he had done to piss you off. Only that, as of that morning, you had been giving him the silent treatment. He watched you from his bed – you two were supposed to be working on a Science project, but of course that was never going to happen. You instead sat at Peter’s desk, scrolling through your phone and ignoring your boyfriend.

Silently, Peter slid on one of his web shooters and shot in your direction. This one missed (on purpose, of course), but stuck to the book beside you on the desk. You glanced up momentarily before going back to your Web-Searching. Peter frowned, and shot again. This time he hit the chair you were on. You reached behind yourself and tore the web away without looking up. Peter scoffed, this time shooting directly at you. The web hit your shoulder, and you finally glanced over at him.

“Parker, I swear to god.”