#robert dubois x y/n

[your-averagewriter]

"It’s the only goddamn hat you’re gonna get.”

Summary: At the bar, everyone's drunk and dancing but DuBois finally decides to do something about Rick's hands around her waist (Robert DuBois x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drinking, kissing, making out

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We enter the bar and immediately we’re met with bright lights and strippers, sounds like a good time is what I think. The music isn’t too loud so we can actually hear each other. I’m reminded as we sit down that we’re not here for fun, we’re here for the Thinker. Of course, the first time I’ve been to a bar in months is for a mission and not fun.

I’m cheered up though when Peacemaker beacons over a waiter and orders a round of drinks.

“Hey, piss maker, you’re on a mission.” I chuckle at the nickname.

“Easy, Inspector Gadget.” He moves mockingly. “A little drink never hurt nobody.”

“Except for the 1000s of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Polka-Dot man pipes up, depressingly.

“C’mon Robert, I hate to agree with this guy.” I say, indicating to Peacemaker. “But you should let loose a little. Who knows, this could be our last drink?” I say as the waitress brings the drinks over.

“Fine, one drink.” DuBois gives in.

“You’re gonna be that guy?” Peacemaker mocks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be that guy.”

“Hey, it’s progress.” I say with a smile, throwing my arm around Robert before downing my drink.

After that one round comes another then another and suddenly we’re all on the dance floor. I’m dancing with Cleo, Peacemaker’s dancing too. Although I’m trying to stay clear of him, Rick and Robert are hanging by the side of the dance floor, laughing, looking very tipsy. 

I giggle, the alcohol feels great in my system after a while of not being able to drink and dancing with Cleo is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Not that either of us are particularly good dancers but we might not even be alive tomorrow so who cares what we look like.

After a while I head back over to Rick and Robert in the corner as I grasp onto a new glass from the waitress.

“Hey guys.” I say to the two of them, giggling as I go. “Do you guys wanna dance?” I say with a massive smile on my face.

They look at each other then Rick turns back to me with a smile, a silly cowboy hat on.

“I’m down.” He says, leaving his glass on the side after he swallowed the rest of it. “DuBois?” He asks.

“I’m gonna hang back at the bar.”

“Suit yourself.” I say, dragging Rick by the hand onto the dance floor. “C’mon cowboy.” I say with a smirk.

We dance under the bright lights, the colours illuminating our bodies as we dance with each other, Rick’s hands on my hips. I tip Rick’s hat with a smile.

“I’ve always loved your Southern accent, the hat with it is just too much for me to handle.” I giggle as I drunkenly flirt with him. This happens everytime we’re drunk together, the flirting commences but we both know that it means nothing. There’s always a bar trip on the Suicide Squad missions that almost makes up for the traumatic experiences, well not quite but it’s fun.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys.” He says.

“Neither did I.” I chuckle before resting my head on his chest as a slower song starts playing - nothing too romantic but a bit more slow tempo.

After a while, Robert walks over to us and I pull myself off Rick ready to welcome him to the dance floor.

“Robert, you finally dancing?” I ask as I continue to move to the beat of the music.

“Thought it was about time.” He says with a small smirk, placing his hands on my hips like Rick did although it didn’t feel like this with Rick. And I certainly didn’t miss the dirty look from him to Rick. “So you and Flag, huh?” He asks over the music and I start laughing again. “What? What’s so funny?” He questions, confused.

“We’re not together.”

“It certainly sounded like it.” He sighs.

“Well, it isn’t. You jealous? Do you not like Rick?”

“No and it’s complicated.”

“Why? Rick’s great.” I say with a beaming smile - I’ve always loved my friends and kept them very close to my heart and I still do despite these conditions.

“He was dancing with you and touching you.”

“Okay?” I say, confused on what the problem is. “I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to.” I say with a frown.

“Oh, trust me I did. There are very few things I would’ve wanted more.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“I’m trying to now.”

“Then do something.” I say and he grabs my hand, I follow him to the toilets. Once inside he locks the door and presses me against it.

His lips are on mine in a second and quickly I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I can feel the wood of the door rubbing against my back but all I care about are his lips, how they so fervently move against mine like a starved man.

After a few moments he pulls away from me and I chase his lips only to be met with a chuckle.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks.

“Yes. Are you?” I say, quickly.

“Fuck yeah. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He taps my leg then his waist signalling for me to wrap my legs around him. I yelp, surprised when he hoists me up and moves to sit me on top of the sinks. He laughs against my lips at my reaction.

“You said you weren’t jealous of Rick.” I smirk.

“I lied. I was jealous because every man in the room was looking at you, watching your body as you danced to the music with Cleo then when you danced with Rick. I had to watch as his hands rested on your hips where mine should’ve been. I watched him flirt with you like I wanted to.”

“You should’ve got a cowboy hat then.” I say, chuckling as I watch Robert’s reaction, his eyebrows creasing. “I’m just joking.” I say and his lips seem to melt against mine as his tongue licks across my bottom lip requesting entry which I grant willingly.

I release one of my arms from around his neck and reach to his head where a navy beret lies undisturbed. Gripping onto it, I hoist from his head and dangle it in front of his face before dropping it gently on my head. 

I giggle as I turn to see my reflection in the mirror. It looks a little silly and it’s too big for me but I can’t complain.

“Get back here.” Robert beacons as I turn back away from the mirror to reunite with his lips.

“Don’t worry, I like your hat plenty.” I say, unable to stop giggling against his lips.

“Good because it’s the only goddamn hat you’re gonna get.” He says, his voice rough.

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AN: Hope you enjoyed reading!

Also I might write another Rick Flag fic using the speech from this fic so keep an eye out.

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[sailor-aviator]

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob Floyd had always been a good kid. So how did he manage to let his childhood friends rope him into living a life of crime? A member of the famous outlaw group, the Dagger Gang, Bob longs for a future where he can settle down and earn a respectable living. When he meets the new barmaid at the local tavern, that future doesn't seem so farfetched, but will her past catch up to her?

Warnings: Talk of prostitution, swearing, use of y/n, talk of abuse (sexual and physical), talk of abandonment, self degradation, etc.

Word Count: 1.95k

A/N: Starting off a lot darker than the other two, but I hope you stick around! Also, I'm going to ask that y'all please ignore the historical inaccuracies of traveling westward in this one. I did actual research for this one, and finally decided that I was thinking to deep. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! You can find my works on AO3 under sailor_aviator. 18+ ONLY!!!

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The Streets of New Orleans smelled like shit. No, worse than shit. It smelled like shit warmed over. The rain had died down, at least. It had been a slow night because of it, and you knew that the madame wouldn’t be pleased with your lack of earnings for the evening.

Like it was your fault.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed off the building whose awning had given you some respite from the downpour that ended only moments ago. Glancing along the usually busy street, you saw no one in sight. Turning on your heel, you moved briskly down the cobblestone street back to the brothel you called home.

You didn’t know anything else besides the four walls of the “house of pleasure” as your madame, Lady Marie Dubois, called it. You doubted she was an actual lady, but had rather gifted herself the title. You were fairly certain your mother had been one of the many women that resided there, but no one would ever give you the whole story.

“If you needed to know,” Marie had sniffed, “you would know.”

That’s what she had said the last time you had asked. You guessed you had probably been around eight years old at the time. Never having gotten an answer other than that one, you resigned yourself to living the life of an orphan girl taken in by a high end brothel. When you had been old enough, Lady Dubois had put you straight to work in the business.

“No one stays here for free,” she had tutted. “And your worth more to me this way than as a maid.”

You earned your keep.

You came up to the grand doorways of the brothel and nodded at the man who stood guard as he opened the door for you. The entryway was decorated lavishly in fine silks and smooth velvets. Expensive furniture lined the walls and the scent of smoke and cheap perfume wafted in the air. You made your way down the hall to the back room where you knew Marie would be.

Sure enough, she sat behind a large, wooden desk counting, what you assumed, were the meager earnings of your colleagues. You almost laughed at the word. You stopped just past the door as Marie glanced up at you. She gestured to the seat opposite her, and you plopped down, throwing the small bag of coins you had earned earlier in the evening on to her desk. She frowned.

“Not even you could get more customers tonight, hm?”

You shrugged. “No one likes getting caught in the rain.”

Marie dumped the coins onto her desk, nodding in approval as your meager earnings for the evening still outperformed what the rest had earned.

“You’re not as angry as I expected,” you mused, raising a brow at her. Marie snorted and began counting your coins.

“We had a good week,” she began, “one bad night won’t hurt us.”

You almost laughed. “You’re being awfully cavalier this evening.”

She stopped her counting to look at you, studying you for a couple of moments. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap.

“You’re young y/n,” she stated. “Men like young. You have a few more years before those looks of yours start to fade. You’ll make up for tonight without a problem.”

You didn’t reply, mulling over her words.

“Did you need me for anything else?” you asked softly. She shook her head.

“No, you’re free to retire for the evening.”

Nodding, you stood up and silently made your way out of the room. Walking up the wooden steps past the second floor, you heard the telltale sounds of some of the women still working. Not stopping, you rounded the bannister and made your way up to the private quarters.

Once safely in your room, you locked the door behind you and began to strip out of your working dress. Draping it over the chair in the corner, you opted to take care of it properly in the morning. Quickly draping your nightdress on, you sat on the edge of your bed and thought about Marie’s words.

You had never known a life outside of this one. The only reason you knew life could be easier was thanks, in part, to the church women who would corner you to tell you that you could be saved. You found that highly unlikely. But maybe they were right about one thing. Maybe you could have a different life. Staring at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity, you allowed yourself to ponder. Is this what you wanted your life to be - stuck in this never-ending hell. And that’s what it was, when you allowed yourself to think about it. Giving away your body like the daily paper in order to earn your living. You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. You didn’t even realize the tears had started rolling down your cheek until you were already sobbing.

You couldn’t live like this. Not anymore.

Scrubbing the tears from your face, you laid down in your bed. You fell asleep rather quickly, and the next morning when you woke up, you had made up your mind.

You dressed quickly and silently in your civilian attire and made your way downstairs to the first floor. Just as you reached the door, a voice called out to you.

“Where are you going?” Marie asked, eyebrow raised.

Your heart skipped a beat. Willing your nerves to settle, you turned to her with what you hoped was a nonchalant look.

“I thought I would go out and look for some new accessories,” you state simply. Marie hums.

“It has been a while since you’ve gotten anything new,” she mused. “Wait right there.”

Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and made her way down the hallway. Moments later, she was placing a small purse of coins in your hand.

“Don’t be out too late. It’s already past noon.”

You smiled at her softly and made your way out the door. You walked quickly down the road, gunning for the docks by the river. You quickly spotted what you were looking for. You made your way up to the attendant who was selling and giving out tickets to other travelers.

“Good day to you, miss,” he smiled warmly. You returned the smile politely.

“Where is this ship going?”

“We’re headed up towards St. Louis and then down the Missouri to Independence. It’ll be about a week before we get there.”

You nodded, reaching into your coin purse. You offered the money to him. “Is this enough to cover my fare?”

“That should be more than enough, miss,” he replied, taking the money and handing you a ticket. You made your way onto the deck of the steamboat, taking one last look at the city you had called home. Disappearing into the ship, you made your way to the room number that was printed neatly on your ticket. Room 24. Stumbling inside, you locked the door behind you and laid down on the plush bed. Only minutes later did the ship begin to make its way down the Mississippi River. You let out a nervous, shaky breath. There was no turning back now.

The week passed quickly with you mostly keeping to yourself in your cabin, only coming out for the occasional meal. When the boat docked in Independence, Missouri, you made your way to the market. You didn’t have a plan really, you just knew you needed to get further away.

“It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there. I’m tellin’ ya! The west is the land of opportunity!”

You swung your head to see where the voice was coming from. A man stood on the porch of a general store talking with, who you assumed, was the owner.

“Anybody lookin’ to make a fresh start better make their way there before there’s nothin’ left to take,” he continued. Your body moved before your mind could even think about what you were doing.

“Excuse me,” you heard yourself say. The two men turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “How does one get to the west?”

“Well, darlin’, it just so happens that I’m ‘bout to make my way thataway now,” he smiles warmly. You shifted your feet.

“If I could impose upon you, sir, I would be grateful if you would allow me to accompany you to wherever it is your going,” you implored. The man takes you in for a moment before nodding slowly. “I promise I won’t be a bother.”

“Alright, miss,” he starts, “that’d be just fine. We’re headed to a town called Maverick out in the New Mexico Territory. It’s ‘bout a week's ride from here. You think you can manage it?”

You nodded vehemently. “Yes, sir.”

“Well then,” he grins, gesturing towards his cart. “Let’s get a move on.”

The second week passed by more quickly than the first, and you found your companion to be pleasant company. His name was Joel, as you came to find out. He had been happily married to his wife, Helen, for thirty-two years that April and they had three daughters and one son, all somewhere around your age.

“Reckon we’ve only got a couple o’ hours left fore we get there,” he said one morning. And he had been right. The two of you rolled into town only a few hours after you had packed up your camp that morning. You took a moment to admire the small, desert town that was so unlike your New Orleans. Joel stopped the cart outside a building with the word “Saloon” stamped across a sign at the top.

“You’ll want to speak with Penny,” he says, looking at you with a serious expression. “She’s been lookin’ for help running the saloon, and with any luck she’s still lookin’. Ask’er for a job and a place to stay.”

You nodded and offered the old man a smile. Hopping out of your seat and onto the ground, you made to make your way up the steps.

“Oh, and y/n?”

You turned.

“Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?” Joel grinned. Your smile grew wider as you waved the old man off. Trudging your way up the steps and through the swing doors, you were greeted with the sight of scattered tables and a small piano pushed off to the side by the far wall. Your eyes quickly shifted to the women standing behind the bar. She was beautiful with dark hair and age lines running across her pretty face. She offered you a small smile.

“Can I help you?” she asked. You walked up to the bar so that you were only a few feet away.

“My name is y/n,” you started, feeling unexpected nerves starting to rise in your gut. “I’m looking for a job and a place to stay.”

The woman regarded you for a moment before responding. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve been looking to hire someone to help me run this place now that more people are moving to town. The name is Penny. You just get in to town?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just a couple of minutes ago, actually.”

Penny raised an eyebrow at you. “You don’t say? Well, I’ve got a room you can stay in just upstairs. You got any belongings with you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, not to worry. I’m sure I’ve got a couple of things at home I can bring in for you. I’ll show you the ropes tomorrow. Come on,” she gestured for you to follow her up the stairs. For the first time in your life, you felt what you could only describe as ease.

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[cosplayproblemsposts]

If these walls could talk

@shhajsnsnsbs

this is a request from the person I tagged

Robert and you go way back right before his arrest and project starfish, you were once good friends but you abide by the law and prosper within the law. You have never seen much of him after he took up the villain's life, Robert always kept an eye on you before his arrest and prison time and you kept an eye on his daughter.

Male character x male reader

There you stood in Gotham city with an umbrella and the faint sound of city life, you have never felt so frustrated with yourself before until now "She can't be serious" Amanda waller at it again. Tyla Dubois and daughter of Robert Dubois: notifications kept appearing on your phone "What has she done now?".

"Tyla, you can't trust her...She" Tyla groans ever so loudly as you sat across from her. "Miss waller says she can help me THEN she CAN and WILL help me" you pinch the bridge of your nose "Tyla, she only wants to get into your father's head". No one said teenagers were easy but man they are mean and judgy for no goddamn reason "Tyla please listen to me".

Tyla rolls her eyes and you felt hopeless "Tyla your father has been chosen for a reason that is classified but I need you to know I can help you". Tyla slouches back into her chair "It's not my fault you have feelings for my father" snarky teenagers are one thing but displaying disrespect to someone who cares for you is a totally different thing.

"TYLA!" you have never shouted or yelled at her before for she always listens even when you lecture her. Her face and eyes show it all "I..." you groan and stood "I'll talk to you later okay kiddo" whilst leaving you never make eye contact with her or even look at her.

Rising your voice was the last thing you need "Hey, he is ready to see you now" you smoothen out your tie "Okay, I'll be right there in a second". A window and a wired phone that's all you two had "Hey, dingus hows prison" Robert crest his eyebrows. Robert shook his head "Never thought I'll see you of all people" you grinned. "What never thought you'll see my handsome face" Robert chuckles "Whatever you say" Robert a friend, a pal, and...a stupid crush.

"So tell me about this task force" Robert eyes you before saying anything "Waller wanted me to join but I refused the first time around until she dragged my daughter". You make a face "Yeah I'm aware, Tyla believes Waller can help her and I know she can but..." your eyes wander to the door leading back out to the hallway you once stood in.

"But?" Robert brings him back "But Waller wants to get to you and she doesn't know that" He hums and leans forward. "I also can help her just so I can-" you were cut off before you could even finish your sentence "I've already made up my mind". "What?" Robert pulls his seat even further just so he could lean closer.

"I agreed Y/N" you went from lazily leaning back to full-out standing "WHAT!" guards stare at you. "Y/N, sit down!" you eyed him but you listened non the less "I knew you'll show up and I know you'll do everything in your power to help me".

"You have always been there whenever the law caught up with me but once I was entitled guilty I knew you've been one of the few people who cared about me" you huffed. Roberts groans "I missed you Y/N but no matter what I coming home" you quirk an eyebrow at him. "Your daughter hates you mate so...I don't really think she'll want a father-daughter thingy" Robert grins a little.

One thing about Robert is his rude and closed off but once you showed up he became comfortable?. Welp comfortable would have to work, you didn't judge him and you were always smiling and willing to help others. He doesn't know why but he opened up to you. The one thing, he liked the most about you was the fact you didn't see a broken man instead you saw a man you needed a friend or even more.

"I know...Y/N don't do anything stupid" you huff and rolled your eyes "Of course, I won't clicky". Robert smiles at you "I'm serious Tyla needs you more than ever" you nod "Okay I get it, over and out Rob". Robert gives you a wink right before he leaves.

Robert is a pure man of skill and sheer talent but not even the sheer will of the law can hold him back. "Tyla where are you pick up the phone" you pace back and forth in your living room "I swear if something happened to you I'll-" knocking interrupted "What? I'll be right there".

You didn't even bother checking the peephole "Tyla I swear to go-" no it wasn't her but him. "Robert?" there he stood in the hallway of your apartment complex "I...What?" your eyes wouldn't lie to you, would they?. "How? and-and Huh" you must look stupid.

Robert chuckles "Aren't gonna invite me in?" you smack yourself silly at this point "Oh, of course, come in". Robert stood staring at the displayed photos of you and Tyla "I have missed a lot" you made your way over to him.

"You have and Tyla lives with me if you were wondering" Robert eyes the offered cup of coffee "Oh, don't worry I haven't poisoned it". "I have to say she's smart but very judgy" you took a seat on the couch "I guess you must have rubbed off on her" you snap your head at him "Hey!".

You crinkle your nose "She's her own person" Robert hums "Is being your person include you trying to find her" you huff and coz the mug in hand "Is it hard to see I worry about her". Robert sits beside you "I'm happy she had you looking out for her" Tyla never came as a rebellious girl to you...no you'd be lying she is INDEED rebellious.

"I care about her safety and her well-being...now I get what my grandparent was talking about" Robert laughs "No one said parenting is easy" you nod. "You're an example," you say which makes him eye you from the corner of his eye "See she's just like you" Robert would have been angry if anyone else said that to his face but when it comes to you it's the opposite.

Robert enjoys the domestic moment with you "She'll call you, I know it" Robert leans back into the couch. "Whatever you say Rob" he sets down his mug "I'm serious she'll notify you" you nod "Yeah I know". Robert isn't such a touchy guy and you know it but he cuddled up to you non the less "Rob what are you doing?" Robert sighs. You smelt like home and security "Nothing" you groan and sat your mug down "Okay, come here".

Tyla came walking in and she was worried to see the living room lights still on and to see another jacket beside hers and yours which made her even more worried. Tyla couldn't believe it, there you lay asleep with her father laid on top of you like some kid who wants cuddles. Yep, this is a conversation for another day, Tyla makes her way to her room oddly happy.

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[lacontroller1991]

The Last Night (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: This is a side piece I all the sudden started working on, soooooo, I just want Rick to fuck me with hat cowboy hat on.

Basically prompt being Reader and Rick keep making eyes at each other and after a final push from both Cleo and DuBois the two of you have drunken sex, though drunk (actions) are Sober (wishes)

I think this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written soooo please enjoy

I’d recommend listening to “Can’t Sleep” by K.Flay, it has so many good vibes. Also 18+ only please

Warnings: Drinking, public sex, rough sex, dirty sex, unprotected sex (Wrap it up), blow jobs, cream pie, drunken sex, language, bathroom sex, vaginal penetration, breeding kink

As the drinks started pouring, a warm bubbly feeling crawled its way through you and when Cleo pulled you onto the dance floor, you couldn’t help but sway your hips to the rhythm, not going unnoticed by Rick. Cleo, noticing the way Rick was eyeing you from the corner he occupied with Bloodsport, gave a small smile before her hands landed on your waist and pulled you against her, moving her body with yours.

“Go with it. The colonel is looking at you,” she whispered in your ear as your cheeks went red before slyly moving your eyes over to where Rick was standing and noting that he, indeed, was watching you.

“You’re sneaky Cleo,” you stated, throwing your head back against her shoulder as she giggled, wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m just trying to help out,” she replied as the two of you continued to dance to the rhythm. Meanwhile, Robert noticed the way his old friend was watching you and Cleo dance against each other.

“Why haven’t you made a move on her?” DuBois asked as Flag took a sip of his beer before turning his attention back to the assassin.

“Can’t. Last time I had a workplace romance, she ended up destroying blocks of a city,” Rick replied, watching on with arousal at the way you twirled your hips.

“Man, you gotta let that shit go. You better get her before the douchebag over there claims her,” DuBois stated as Rick looked over to where Peacemaker was making his way towards the pair of girls. Glancing back over to you and Cleo, he saw Cleo make little nods towards him, encouraging him to take her spot.

“Fuck this,” downing the rest of the beer, Rick walked away from Robert before tapping Ratcatcher 2 on the shoulder. Giving him a thumbs up, she danced away toward where Abner was dancing. You had yet to notice that the small convict was gone and was replaced by your commander until a pair of large hands traced your waist. Turning around rapidly, you had your fist raised, ready to punch whichever asshole had the audacity to touch you without your permission. When you saw it was only Rick, you lowered your hand.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as he urged you to turn around and continue dancing. Moving away some of your hair, he placed his head on your shoulder as he swayed to the rhythm with you.

“Just dancing with my lieutenant, is that so wrong?” He whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your back.

“I’d prefer a different type of dancing,” you suggested before turning around and grabbing his hand, leading him off the dance floor.

Your lips interlocked with Rick’s as he pushed open the door to the bathroom. Locking it, Rick leaned down and recaptured your lips, hands rushing to take off your dress as yours fumbled with the belt on his tac pants. Breaking apart, he moved to lean his head on yours until the brim of that ridiculous cowboy hat interfered. Moving to take it off, your hands stopped his, instead placing them on your chest.

“Keep it on, I think it’s hot,” you admitted as he tipped the hat.

“Yes ma’am.” Reaching behind you, you removed the clasp of your bra and let it fall to the dirty floor, but any thoughts of hygiene soon left your head as his head dipped down and took one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand worked on the other one. Arching into his touch, you wrapped a leg around his waist and drew him in closer, feeling the very prominent bulge against the fabric of his pants. Your hips slowly began to grind into his, causing him to release a lengthy groan against your nipple. As you pushed him away, you slowly sunk to your knees, using the padding on your bra to provide a barrier between your knees and the floor. Unzipping the front of his tac pants, you moved your hand along the outline of his dick before pulling it out and gently blowing on the tip, causing his hips to jolt.

“Fuck kitten,” he groaned as he placed a hand in your hair, guiding your mouth along his thick shaft. Moaning against his length, you moved one hand up to his lower abdomen and trailed along the hair that was there and your other hand moved to his sac, grasping it gently as his hips continued to thrust into your mouth. When he looked down, he noticed the tears gathering in your eyes before pulling his member out of your mouth and helping you stand up.

“Damn baby, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispered as his mouth attacked your neck, leaving bite marks while your hands tangled in his hair, “turn around,” he commanded. Turning around, you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed that you were the only one who was undressed. Not that you minded, you really had to thank Sol for putting your commander in that tight yellow shirt and cowboy hat. Bending you over against the sink, Rick watched your expression in the mirror as his hand went down to collect your juices against his member.

“You’re so fucking wet. Aren’t you? Getting turned on by being fucked like a whore in a bathroom. You’re my dirty little whore,” he stated, running the tip of his dick along your folds, making you whimper.

“Fuck, Rick. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, please. Please fuck me with your cock,” you begged as he smiled, landing a hand across your ass while slipping in his member, causing the both of you to groan. Stilling for a moment, Rick waited for your confirmation before he could begin.

“You can move,” as soon as the words left your mouth, he rapidly pulled out before snapping himself back into your vaginal canal. Placing a hand down flat against the small of your back, Rick noted the way your smaller frame looked against his. Another thing he also noticed was the way your tits bounced with each of his thrust. Growling, Rick picked up the pace, slamming into you as you let out a stream of moans and cusses. Removing the hand off your back, Rick tangled the hand in your hair, pulling you flush against him as the other went to your breast, groping it as the other continued to bounce with each thrust. Deciding that your neck was unoccupied, he leaned down and placed bruising kisses against your neck. Pivoting his hips slightly, he reentered you at a new angle that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Oh God, right there,” you moaned out loud as he continued to pound into you, his own thrusts beginning to slightly falter at the sounds you were making. Grabbing your face, he set your face to where it could see both him and you as he continued to fuck you.

“I want you to watch as I make that pretty little pussy come around my cock. Understand?” Words were not being able to form, so the best you could do was nod as the coil continued to grow. Grasping the counter, your walls clenched around his cock as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

“Fuck. Rick,” you moaned out loud as his hips started thrusting more spontaneously.

“Kitten, I’m not gonna last much longer, where?” He asked, not needing to finish the sentence as you looked at him through the mirror.

“In me,” a look of hesitation and lust crossed his face.

“I don’t have a…”

“I don’t care, come inside me,” you commanded, reaching behind you and grasping his sac in your hand, giving Rick the extra push to spill his contents deep inside of you. You watched in awe at his face as he came hard in your canal, hot spurts of semen coating your warm walls as he lazily thrusted in and out of your warm cervix before stopping completely, cock still inside as the two of you caught your breath. Removing his cock, you let out a small whimper from loss of contact as he looked down at your pussy, admiring the way his sperm began to leak out of your hole.

“Fuck, that’s hot as shit,” he uttered as you looked back at him.

“What is?”

“My cum leaving your body,” he replied, feeling his cock twitch slightly at the thought of putting a baby in you.

“I think it’s called a cream pie,” you joked as he smiled at you, moving to grab a paper towel before cleaning you off. Putting on your dress, he watched with fondness before pulling you into him.

“(Y/N), we might die tomorrow. And I’d be damned if I didn’t tell you,” he started, trying to find the words as you waited patiently, “I fucking love you,” he admitted as you smiled up at him, placing your hands on either side of his face before pulling him down into a soft kiss.

“I love you too. Don’t you dare die on me.”

“Yes ma’am,” tipping his cowboy hat at you, you giggle before pulling him into another kiss, not thinking about what would happen tomorrow.

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[torchbearerkyle]

deadly nightshade.

CHAPTER 2: Unwanted bonding time

Rick Flag x Spy!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, the Batfamily and a lizard.

Summary: Your first big mistake: trading the KGB for ARGUS

A/n: Hope I didn't keep you guys waiting. Likes, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

It was a normal day, as long as you ignore the fact that it wasn't. Your patience was running thin, as thin as the greying hair of your sweet elderly neighbour, who you hated lying to about being a Prima Ballerina on a daily basis. You wish you could slam the door of the refrigerator of the office kitchen shut and hear the satisfying rattle of the glass bottles inside. But instead, you tried to keep your temper under wraps, slightly pursing your lips as you exhale through your nose.

The slice of cake you bought was gone, and you had really looked forward to eating it. But one of your colleagues decided it was a great idea to eat something which was clearly not meant to be theirs. What a fantastic day to play real-life Cluedo with immature grown-up adults, you thought.

You let out a satisfying sigh as you leant into the leather of your chair, watching as Florence Crawley poured the freshly brewed coffee in Flag's small mug. A small smile adorned your lips, and you thanked her warmly as she offered you some. It would have looked suspicious if you refused. Flag kept his sturdy eyes trained on the file in front of him while his hand moved to bring the mug to his lips.

He coughed harshly as soon as he swallowed. Grimacing, he glanced at Florence, who stopped in her tracks to watch him perplexed. Flag's eyebrows furrowed, and the man gulped down half of his water before blurting out.

"Jesus, who put salt in the coffee? That shit's salty," Rick took his baseball hat off, wiping the sweat lining his brows before brushing his hair back. Looking expectantly at Florence, he sighed before catching the eyes of John, who only shrugged in response. You looked sympathetically at Flo, whose eyes remained firmly trained on the coffee pot. She cleared her throat, draining the coffee in the sink as she refused to glance at the Colonel in embarrassment. It served her right if she had been the one to eat your damn chocolate cake.

Free weeks between missions were usually for drafting dozens of reports for Waller and nothing else, well aside from healing to your peak strength for the next Task Force X mission. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Waller would purposely arrange useless meetings for you and Flag to attend as if the overwhelming tension between you two wasn't enough. She deliberately wanted you to suffer, and if there was one thing she didn't know about you, it was the fact that you would gladly sit down and listen to her go on with her nonsense if it meant you were indirectly asserting your power.

The chatter rapidly eased as the night fell, and the room plunged into an accustomed silence. A ting alerted you, and you subtly glanced around before letting the encrypted message in your desktop screen sink into your mind. Ignoring the warm wave that went through your body, your spine straightened before you pressed a few keys, the random symbols and signs turning into a disarray of alphabets.

Evqmjdbujpo dpnqmfuf. Joufm't tbgf. -OX

Duplication's complete. Intel's safe. -NW

You forced yourself to stay focused, but even the slightest movement at the corner of your eyes would ignite your stomach on fire. The shuffling of Flag's windbreaker against his chair was making you cringe, but as much as you would have loved to glare at him, your eyes remained on the screen, with your fingers swiftly typing in a furious sentence others would only deem random letters.

Gvdljoh Jejpu. Zpv dpvme ibwf dbmmfe nf.

The key to decrypting the sentences was simple. One alphabet off, so G became F, and V became U. But it was still a pain in the ass to translate for anyone who didn't have the alphabets burned into the back of their skull. You spent half an hour deleting any traces of the previous interaction before logging off and shutting it down. The risks NW took were unmatched but remarkably unnecessary, and if you could put it in words, it was like dangling a raw chicken in front of a Florida alligator. The alligator being an obvious metaphor to your lovely hard-headed boss. You could already hear his response to your encrypted message,

But where was the fun in that?

He was unquestionably going to get a piece of your mind the next time you were seeing him. As if you didn't almost die for the sake of those reports. You removed your blue light glasses as your eyes stung, and it didn't help any better when you caught Flag's wary lingering gaze.

Walking across the compound to the aircraft should not feel this good, but it did. Something about going on missions made you feel fresh and exuberant. Maybe it was the fact that there was not going to be a single person who would be sorrowful if you did not come back in one piece, or worst if you did not come back at all.

Well, you hoped that was only partly true. Surely, Stan would miss you, wouldn't he? You usually prided yourself on having a lot of self-control. But you knew you were not thinking straight when you brought that lizard out of that pet shop, knowing you would be away for the majority of your time. Hopefully, that little gremlin in Gotham was taking good care of him.

The team was a mess, and the pounding headache at the back of your skull was probably an early sign of a doomed mission. You were undeniably one for prison reform, but looking at the humanoid weasel who killed 27 children made you question your own opinion. What good could he possibly do?

Flag visibly let out a sigh at the absence of the customary female member of his team before she burst into the aircraft, gasping and running down the fuselage. Her duffel bag swung to her sides as she hopped over the several sprawled legs, her pigtails bouncing with character. Harley let out an unsuspecting squeal before lunging herself onto the woman dressed in the tac uniform similar to his. Rick kept his eyes on them for a few seconds before breaking away and subtly nodding at Briscoe for the take-off.

"Cookiecutter!" Harley exclaimed, tightening her arms around your torso. You nodded your head slightly, bringing your left hand to her lower back to pat her awkwardly.

"Harleen," You replied quietly, hoping she would let you go once you greeted her back. As much as you hated the nickname or nicknames in general, Harley has been nothing but pleasant to you, and well, it was impossible not to grow to care for her.

If someone had told you to take a bullet for your commanding officer a few months ago, you would have done it in a heartbeat. But people change, and so do you. Trying to empty your thoughts were useless as you stood barely a few metres away from him -eyes deliberately seeking the comfort of the red glow that somehow enhanced the softness of his cheekbones. Sometimes you wished you could have fed him to the venus flytrap on your desk.

Rick should have known the innocent exchange of words would somehow turn into a petty argument the minute he opened his mouth. He doesn't even remember the point of the debate, but the fierceness in your eyes was like fuel to his ego. Rick grinded his teeth. He knows he should stop, but the endless string of annoyance keep wrapping around his existence, engulfing him in a cocoon. His dentist advised him to quit damaging the crowns of his teeth, and Rick had half a mind to send you the bills. He turned his head away from you, his hands on his hips as he closed his eyes and exhaled in an attempt to calm down. The man froze as soon as he opened his eyes, surprised by the multiple gazes that stayed exclusively on his form. He gulped, redirecting his gaze to your cold glaring eyes as he silently tried to dismiss the argument. He felt like one half of a couple on the brink of divorce being caught red-handed in a heated dispute by his children.

You didn't seem to notice as you opened your mouth once again, "You know sometimes I wonder why they don't call you Dick instead," The plane turned silent, and the booming laugh in your comms caused you to look away as you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid the sides of your lips from turning upwards.

"Someone call the fire rescue. Flag just got burnt," John cracked out, bringing his hand up to stifle his mouth as he realised the communication channel was still open. His throat suddenly felt dry, and he smacked his lips a few times, clearing his throat before announcing the arrival of the plane at the drop area.

You silently hoped that the cold salty water would help ease Flag's fury as he dropped out of the plane and into the open ocean. The silent treatment and the harsh glare he gave you was not as threatening as you thought it would be, but they did rub you the wrong way. You pursed your lips. You did ask for it the moment you insulted him in front of your teammates.

If there was one thing you learnt during all of your years as a spy, it was that hiding or running away from danger was the equivalent of giving up. The irony in that statement was astounding as you hid behind a pile of rocks, grasping your bleeding forearm, thankful that the bullet only grazed the surface of your skin and the material of your tac jacket. Harley breathed heavily, her fingers tightly wrapped around her pistol as hundreds of hot bullets whizzed past your heads. Either of you would have guessed Blackguard would have been stupid enough to contact the Corto Maltese Army and trust them not to blow his face off, which was the first thing they did once you stepped foot onto the beach. That guy had the ostrich sized brain, and you were sure he would have lost in a fight against a squirrel.

The space between you and Harley was soon occupied by Flag as he slid next to you, his boots propelling sand everywhere. You frowned, keeping your back as close as possible to the cold surface of the rock while you roughly brushed the tiny itchy grains of sand from your wet hair. There was a certain level of chaos you were used to, and this battlefield was no different from the prison riots at Belle Reve. Metahumans were the cause of the most destructive phenomenons in the correctional centre found in the middle of the Louisiana swamps, and it didn't surprise you to see them cuffed and collared with heavy power dampeners to keep them under check. That's probably the reason why you could only stare at the two detached flying arms smacking the soldiers around.

You turned to look at Harley, only to be bashed with an overwhelming feeling at her absence. The dread was beginning to hammer the hairline fraction on your controlled demeanour as you felt the prickling heat on your neck. Your chest tightened, and all you could do was lash out at Flag for not stopping Harley from possibly getting killed as she ran off headfirst into the looming danger.

He only stared at you, baffled at your harsh words. Rick hadn't always been the recipient of your anger. You were a pretty passive-aggressive person most of the time. At least, you were unless something extraordinarily annoyed you. Hell, he wasn't sure he had ever gotten a smile out of you. All you ever seem to be doing is have that unimpressed monotone look on your face as if it was a crime to crack a smile once in a while.

He had first met you in Waller's office, where the woman promptly proceeded to tell him about his failed covert missions and how he had managed to fuck them all up by announcing everyone of their presence. In his defence, leading a group of criminals with bombs in their necks wasn't as easy as it sounded. They were like a herd of cats doing whatever the hell they wanted. He had glanced at you, swallowing the urge to snort. What could a woman in a pencil skirt do to stop that?

Rick was somewhat surprised and impressed the second time he had seen you. Prison guards had no mercy on anyone except their superiors, and who would have guessed that a newly employed innocent-looking woman would throw a very mean right hook. That man was bleeding buckets after he had catcalled you, and Amanda Waller barely flinched before continuing on with her tour of the headquarters. The fact that you carried on with the day with your blood-stained blouse did get an eyebrow raise out of him, and it wasn't until much later that it all made sense.

"Harley is a grown-ass woman! She knows what she's doing!" He yelled at you through the turmoil. The burning debris of the helicopter went flying everywhere, and it wasn't easy for you to come to terms with the death of several of your teammates as the flames raged on. You swallowed, staring blankly at the dark horizon before squinting your eyes at the blond head reaching for the cool water.

"Is that Savant? He's going to get his head blown off if he reaches too far," You said, sending a knowing look at Flag, who discreetly glanced behind his shoulder before standing up. You furrowed your eyebrows, reaching for this tactical vest to yank him down again.

"Are you trying to get shot, Flag? Do you have a fucking death wish?" You whispered aggressively before processing the fact that he had unknowingly grabbed your injured forearm to hoist you up. You swallowed a painful hiss, scrambling after him as you dodged several bullets. Flag had the surface area of a microvillus, and you couldn't say you were surprised when he caught two bullets in your pursuit to the edge of the woods.

All you could do was hold on to the back of his vest and push him along when he slowed down each time he was shot, and if you had a nickel for every time that occurred, you would have two, which wasn't a lot.

Despite the destruction, the fire helped by distracting the Corto Maltese Amry Soldiers, and you were glad you and Flag managed to sneak right under their noses. The trees stood tall, and the leaves did nothing except engulf the surrounding of unusual darkness. You could barely see where you were putting your feet, and the thorn edged branches kept having a go at your limbs. The scratches stung, but you knew better than to stop as Flag raced through the woods, his blood dripping on the soil. He had already discarded his tac vest a few minutes ago, and seeing him dispose of his rifle now that you were deeper in the woods made your mouth twist.

"Flag, you're leaving a trail. As if your blood wasn't enough," You said through your clenched teeth. That man was going to lead you right to your deaths. He turned, the grim on his face illuminated by the scarce moonlight. A huff left his lips, and before he could even speak, a shuffle kept you both on your toes. His eyes hardened, and Rick moved to grab your shoulders, backing you up against a tree in an attempt to conceal your presence in the shadows. You pursed your lips, silently watching over his broad shoulder.

"Is that a fucking hand?" You whispered, your voice barely steady as the fatigue and the horror settled. Rick turned, tightening his grip before he answered in his southern drawl,

"Shit, that's TDK's gauntlet," The wild dog was huge, with patchy fur all over his body. The blood dripping from his jaw was a sight straight from a horror movie. You turned your face around, having no desire to watch your dismembered former teammate get eaten by a wild animal. The guilt, fear and disappointment you felt was no stranger to you. Rick stepped away, running a hand through his hair as he exhaled.

"You should tell Waller. I lost my earpiece back there," He said, staring impatiently. You froze from your spot against the bark of the tree.

"Right," You answered, your shoulders tense as your mind blanked out. Rick held his arms up, his features contorting with annoyance.

"Then what the hell are you waiting for?" He frowned, his jaw tightening. You stood up as he came closer.

"I lost it when I jumped out of the plane, okay?!" Raising your voice was not the best idea, but it was better than looking like a scared lamb as he threw daggers at your head. He had never wished for your death so much before.

Walking through the woods peacefully was never an option, but the least you could do to avoid bickering was to remain in utter silence.

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[justausualunicorn]

Amanda, this isn’t a bluff

Pairings: Rick Flag x Reader (not really the focus)

Word count: 1439

Gender: Any/Neutral

Type: One-shot

Author's Note: This is not good but I hate Waller so much I had to get it out of my chest. Also Suicide Squad 2 spoilers if you didn't watch it. And Batman is in this for some reason.

Summary: You and the team is alive after Jotunheim. Maybe there's a way to escape Waller and Belle Reve after all.

••••••••••

“Hello, Amanda...”

The team was cut off by a dozen of soldiers and Amanda Waller in front of your kill switches. Rick shifted a bit in front of you instinctively.

“What a warm welcome,” said Bloodsport. It wasn’t easy to convince him to be here, but he didn’t want to be in prison anymore.

“You all disobeyed the orders and expected to be welcome here. Especially you Colonel,” Waller faced Flag. “I figured you would be smarter than a bunch of lowlife criminals.”

“Ouch,” responded Harley, putting her hand on her heart. “I own a Ph.D. you know.”

“You weren’t satisfied with the fact you got out of Jotunheim alive, so you also came back here to me. And I am aware that your somehow bombs don’t work anymore. You should have run off when you had the chance the survive. Or are you here to apologize and beg for mercy?“

“Since when do you show mercy, Waller?“ Rick stepped one step closer, and the guards raised the guns.

“We are here to make a proposition,“ you said, putting a hand on Flag’s shoulder so that he won’t get any closer.

“A proposition, you say. I don’t think you are in a position to make a deal. Frankly…“

“We have the tape,“ you cut off swiftly. Waller motions soldiers to point the guns down.

“I should have known that Peacemaker is too unstable to be trusted. Fine, what is it?“

“The espresso machine won’t cut it off this time, Amanda. We want out.”

“Harley is right, we want out of Belle Reve. If one of us and dies, the tape goes to press. Sounds familiar, right?“

Waller didn’t look like she bought it. “Okay y/n, let’s try it then, shall we? I know a bluff when I see one.“

With that, she pointed to Ratcatcher 2 and one of the soldiers grabbed her, pointing the gun at her head. Bloodsport immediately tried to intervene, but Harley held him off. “We played our hand, she is safe.“

“Well, how about this proposition y/n: hand over the tape and she won’t die?“ She smiled, knowing that she won. She always wins, and that’s how it works. You assumed she couldn’t have looked scarier, but there she was, smiling, almost making you forget your plan.

“y/n?“ Rick’s voiced brought you back to reality.

“Well, we saw this was coming, of course. Can somebody please open Gotham City Radio? I know the tech here is impeccable but I hope we can still listen to the radio.“ Waller looked confused.

“Why Gotham City Radio?“

“Just listen to it, Waller. There’s something on the air you don’t want to miss.“

Soon you heard a popular song playing through the biggest monitor in the room. Harley started humming the tune. You cringed at the thought of waiting for the next song with this tension in the room.

“This might take a while, sorry.“ You heard Rick whispering a curse.

“This better be worth it y/n or you and your team will pay for making fun of me.“

After a couple of awkward minutes, which would have been funny if it wasn’t for the gun pointing at Cleo and the squad, finally the song ended and you heard the host’s voice.

“Aww, that was my favorite song.“

“This next song is called ‘Amanda, this isn’t a bluff’. Never heard of this one before. I hope it is a banger, hahaha.“

The radio went static with distorted noises, then it cut off.

“Sorry for that, listeners. We will move on with the next one: ‘Love you Nightwing’.“

“I love Nightwing too,“ you heard Harley behind.

“What you just heard was the encrypted tape. If you kill one of us, then the key will be sent to someone you are afraid of.“ You smiled victoriously at Waller.

“I am not afraid of anyone. If you will not release it to the press, then there’s no point in this game.“

“Oh but Waller, there’s someone out there everybody is afraid of,” you said.

“God?” asked Bloodsport.

“No, not God.“

You saw the monitor that was playing radio now lighting up by a caller ID.

“Batsy,” yelled Harley, clapping her hands.

“Answer it.” Waller was not so calm anymore.

“Waller.” Batman stopped for a second to analyze the room. Then you spoke up.

“Hello Batman I am y/n, nice to meet you. I am assuming you are calling about the weird audio from Gotham City Radio.”

“Hello, Batsy.” Harley chuckled.

“Are you the one that sent the encrypted audio?” Even though he was looking at you behind the mask, you can feel the intense gaze behind it. You shifted your gaze between Waller and Batman.

“Yes, I am. Once that audio is decrypted, it can cause a lot of trouble for our friend Waller here. And the key will be sent to you if one of us dies in this room. It won’t be through the radio since she might take it down, now that she knows it. But you will know it for sure, I can assure you that.”

“And what do you want from me in return?“ Even if he was surprised that Waller has no comment on the matter, he wasn’t showing it.

“Nothing really, Batman. Just take it as a token of our gratitude to Batman for keeping us and the world safe. Since she probably knows your name, I thought it would be nice to have something against her just in case.“

“We got your back, Batsy.“ Harley was still excited even with this disadvantaged situation. Her optimism filled you with a bit of confidence. It might also be caused by having Rick near you, but that’s another topic.

“That one video is not enough to take me down. They will count it as failed mission and I can blame it on your dead bodies and the team’s ineptitude.“

“That’s what I thought, so I added a couple of documents that have your own signature under it. Believe me, they are pretty bad. I was stashing them, so I might use it one day, and there it is.“ Rick sounded steady under pressure. The years of being a soldier are an advantage when you are trying hard so your voice wouldn’t waiver.

“How about I kill you all then go to Gotham and bomb his place…“

“The Batcave you mean.“

“Harley, don’t interrupt,“ Bloodsport shushed her.

“…than my problem would be solved.“

“Well, maybe these babies would make it easier for us to get out of here.” You had Boomerang’s jacket on you. When you opened it, Waller saw the stash of bombs. The soldiers immediately backed a couple of steps.

“You psychopath.” Waller had just realized she lost control of the room.

“Also, don’t bomb Batcave, I won’t be sending the key to there. I don’t even know where the Batcave is. We don’t want to anger Batman or the Justice League, right?“

“I thought the bomb plan was out of the window. I could’ve carried them, you know.“ Rick would not forget this one for a while, but it was for his safety. Well, all of you would be dead if the bombs would go off, but still…

“I knew you’d be angry, but can we argue about this once we are out of here?“

“Oh, we will talk about it for sure. Don’t think you can get away with it that easily.“

“I wanted to carry them, you know, but they said my jacket was too small.“ Harley was sizing up your jackets not fazed by the bombs.

“So Waller, are we free to go or not?“ Bloodsport asked, annoyed by Harley’s lack of situational awareness and Rick being on the verge of yelling at you.

“You are free to go for now.“ She was gritting her teeth.

“Sorry Batman, maybe another time.“

“See you in Gotham, Batsy!!!“

Just as you were leaving the room, you whispered to Waller. “You know why I did this, right?“

“Because I put him in danger.“

“Exactly.“

After getting out of Belle Reve, Harley nudged on your shoulder.

“What did you say to her right when we were leaving?”

“Nothing, just goodbye.”

“No lying to me y/n. I was a psychiatrist, I know about these things. Everyone seems to forget that lately. And he won’t be able to stay mad at you too long, don’t worry.“ You glanced at Rick to see catch him looking at you, then he looked away with an angry look.

“Thanks, Harls.” She winked at you and run to Bloodsport to talk about his kid. You were safe from Waller for now.

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[nptnewr]

The Flag of Justice ~ Adrian Chase x Flag!Reader

A/N ~ The longest project i’ve ever worked on for Tumblr or writing in general. Please be nice about this, it’s taken forever. Thank you to two special people @bvcksmurdock​ and @spcemi​ who have helped me through this whole process and been encouraging. 

Summary: In 2010, Rick Flag was sent on a mission by the military to infiltrate a secret operation. While doing so, Flag found a 13-year-old who he took in as his own. It turns out Y/N, the kid, was given telepathy by the scientists at the secret operation. For their safety, Rick decides to help them conceal this found power. Eleven years later, Y/N Flag, who works with ARGUS is told by Waller that Rick Flag has died on the field. However, Waller names Chris Smith as the hero who tried to save Rick instead of killing him. Y/N Flag agrees to help lead Project Butterfly and keep the man who ‘saved’ Rick out of prison.

Warnings: Typical Peacemaker Dialogue & Violence | Talk of Illegal Experimentation on Minors | Mention of Past Capture & Torture | This will not go completely with the Peacemaker show's plot or the events of TSS movie

Word Count: 11K

2010, Gotham City

Colonel Rick Flag was not supposed to be on this mission. This mission was supposed to be taken care of by General Robert Dubois, but as usual, the two were called to team up. The mission was referred to as Project U, an infiltration of a secret organization of scientists called Universals. They believed that they could give everyone superhuman abilities.  

These scientists had decided to kidnap over twenty young girls and boys to experiment on. Rick and Robert’s job was to bring a team of operatives to shut down this organization and take any children out. What this team didn’t expect was the building to explode before they even set foot inside. 

The rubble from the explosion covered almost everything in the lab. Every single piece of evidence was destroyed. Rick picked over bits and pieces, but there was barely anything salvageable. The mission was supposed to go a lot different, but apparently, there was a mole in the system. Before the colonel could look through any more broken machines, he saw something move in the corner of the room. 

“Dubois, get your ass in here!” Rick called through his comms. 

Rick heard a short on the way through his com and made his way over to the figure. There was no way a human could have survived this explosion. Moving a few large pieces of concrete Rick was met with the face of a child. They couldn’t have been older than 13. The child’s face was full of fear. 

“I’m here boss!” Rick turned his head when he heard his teammate. 

Robert was shocked when he saw the small child, you, looking up at Rick. The two men had no idea what to do. How did you out of everyone else survive? 

‘I want to go home.’ Rick jumped out of his skin when he heard words uttered into his mind. 

“What is it, mate?” Robert was concerned for his friend after watching his face go pale. 

“They spoke to me.” Rick turns around to Robert. “They spoke to me…in my mind.” 

“You think those experiments the Universals did work?” Robert looked towards you. 

Rick didn’t answer, he only brought his hand towards yours. Shakily, you returned the gesture until he was able to take hold of your hand. 

“I’m going to help you. Everyone else is gone. It’s just me, you, and Dubois. Just us.” Rick slowly lifted you. 

“Just us.” You repeated as you slowly stood with Rick. 

2011, Midway City, Louisiana

It had been a year since Rick Flag had found you in the rubble of all you’ve known. The Universals had decided it was more beneficial if they took your memories. You still knew basic knowledge, but nothing more than that. No memories of family, friends, or even childhood. 

You a blank slate when you came out of the explosion. Rick had been caring for you since that day. He was like an older brother to you, someone you could lean on when you needed it. Rick was the only one that cared for you, and you were the only one that cared for him. 

 Rick had asked his parents if you could stay with them, but they weren’t a big fan of your powers or how ‘weird’ you were as they put it. So, Rick packed his bags and found a nice two-bedroom house for the two of you. He found a job working with an organization called A.R.G.U.S and hasn’t looked back. 

Today was a special day for both of you. Rick was going to adopt you officially, or at least you were going to take his last name. It made a lot of things easier and allowed you to have a completely new life. One far away from the torture and trauma you endured when you were young. Signing the papers brought tears to your eyes and it made you realize you finally have a family. 

2021, Belle Reve

It was supposed to be a great day. Rick was supposed to get back this afternoon from his mission, and you two were going to celebrate your birthday together. You were turning 24. A milestone you would have never thought you were going to get to. 

Over the years, you had stuck by Rick’s side just like an annoying younger sibling. Rick didn’t mind though, he thought it was his purpose to help you and watch you grow. It was like he was the overprotective brother who just wanted the best for you. 

The one thing Rick couldn’t help you with though was the superhuman abilities that were given to you. They often overwhelm you, but you have found different ways to calm them. Whether you need to roll a joint, or get into a quiet closed-off room, the voices would eventually go away. 

Once Rick had ended up dating a woman, June, who had superhuman abilities just like you. But, she was just a ploy from Waller to get Rick invested in her suicide squad. The suicide squad had helped Rick understand you better though. Understand what superhuman people can go through when their powers get out of hand. 

You had learned to best describe your abilities like telepathy. Reaching into someone's mind and reading their thoughts. You were also able to communicate via mind-linking with someone, which you find to be a very intimate experience.

Though Rick tried his best to keep you a secret, Waller found out about you eventually. You were her new ploy to keep Rick doing missions for ARGUS. Every time he would almost pull back, she would remind him of “the sweet child that you have at home with special abilities I would love to use to my advantage”. Rick had no choice but to let Waller play him like a puppet. 

Rick’s heart sunk the day you started working for the same shitty organization he does. It’s one thing when he has to go home with the guilt of this shit show, but now you are right here with him. Rick didn’t say anything though. The first thing Rick told you when you graduated was that you could do anything you wanted. You chose to work at the same organization with him as an agent. 

Rick knew he wasn’t going to make it home from this mission. That was why he told Waller that you didn’t need to be on the behind-the-scenes team for this mission. For once in her life, Waller complied with Rick’s order. You have spent the past week working behind a desk, itching to do something. 

You knew something was wrong the moment Waller entered your office. You were just about to clock out for the night, but you were interrupted by the woman walking through the door. She had a solemn look on her face as she faced you. 

“Y/N. I have something I need to tell you.” Waller sat down on your desk softly. 

“Did they succeed?” You ask staring blankly at the black monitor in front of you. 

“What?” 

“I need to know if the team succeeded before you tell me your…news” You take a deep breath.

“Yes. Yes, they did.” 

You broke down after she finished saying that. That was all you needed to hear. You knew exactly what happened, you could feel it through the mind link you had with Rick. But, you didn’t want to believe it. Believe the man who adopted you, raised you, he was gone. 

“You need to know something though. I need you to know that Christopher Smith, Peacemaker, tried everything he could, but he couldn’t stop Bloodsport from killing Flag.” With that Waller walked away.

You went frigid as you heard those words. Dubois tried to kill Flag? And a man named Peacemaker tried to save him? You owed this Chris guy a huge thank you.

Present Day

It’s been almost six months since Rick passed away, and it’s still hard to come home to an empty house. Your routine would never feel the same again, and you had no one to blame, but one of his best friends, Robert Dubois. What a dick. 

You sipped from an almost empty beer in your living room when you got a call. You glanced at the number to see it was none other than Waller. Taking a sip of your beer, you answered the call.

“Waller?” You spoke on the phone.

“Flag, it’s nice to speak with you. I hope your short vacation is doing you well.” 

Waller had given you two weeks off after you had gone off at someone after they made a joke Rick used to make a lot.

“Yes, it is. Is there anything you need?” You tried your best to keep your positive tone. 

“There is actually. I have a mission called Project Butterfly. It has been underway for a few days now, but I think that the team could use your skills.”

“Look-”

“Before you say anything.” Waller cuts you off. “This mission will help Peacemaker from going back to prison. Harcourt, Murn, and Economos are on the mission as well. Think about it and get back to me.” 

Before you could respond Waller had already hung up the phone.

–

You had agreed after a night of thinking on it. Being able to work with your friends and the man who saved Rick was practically a dream come true for an agent like yourself. Getting on the first flight you could, you headed to Evergreen, Washington. You had heard that it was a quaint town, but you knew it had to be anything but. 

While sitting on the plane you got a few texts from Harcourt telling you what hotel you were staying at. You sent back a thumbs-up emoji and strapped in for Evergreen. The flight was smooth, and so was the ride over to the hotel you were staying at. You were going to be sharing a room with Harcourt, which you didn’t mind because she’s a close friend. 

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N.” Harcourt smiled as you entered your shared hotel room. 

“Nice to see you too, Emilia. Care to explain what Project Butterfly is?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“None of us know. All we know is that we have our first mission today.” Emilia sighs. “I’ve tried to get Murn to spill details, but he won’t budge.” 

“He’s always been so secretive, I wonder what he’s hiding.” You inquire.

“Who knows. Maybe he’s got a bug in his brain.” Harcourt rolls her eyes. 

–

You get a ride with Harcourt to an abandoned video store that is the team's headquarters. You open the door to the store and the first thing that hits you is the stench of death. 

“God, it smells like shit.” You cough. 

“You’ll get used to it.” John Economos is sitting at a desk to the side. 

“Nice to see you too, John.” You roll your eyes, placing your bag on one of the clear desks. 

“What? Even the new person gets a nice desk?” You look over at a younger woman who groans. 

“Do you want to trade?” You ask her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just bitching. It’s nice to meet you, your name is Agent Y/N, right?” The woman stands up and reaches out her hand. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you..”

“Adebayo.” The woman, Adebayo smiles at you. 

“Are we ready?” A man walks in with Peacemaker. “Oh, Y/N, it’s good to have you on our team. Chris, this is agent Y/N, Waller sent them.”

You give a soft wave and smile towards Chris and he grins your way. You have to admit the man is very intimidating in person. Looking back towards Murn you feel something off about the man. Trying to subtly get into his head doesn’t seem to be working, and that makes you very wary. 

Economos breaks the awkward moment by shoving past you with large duffel bags. Harcourt and an eagle follow, but Chris is quick to drag the eagle back inside. He seems to be scolding it as you walk out with your equipment. You watch as Economos opens the back of a large van. 

While the team of six places their equipment in the van you take a mental sweep of everyone’s mind. It’s something that comes easy to you, almost like breathing. It helps you calm down and check on everyone. The mental sweep also helps you keep your powers in check and warm them up for the mission ahead. 

After checking through everyone's head, except for Murn’s who you can’t read, you speak with Harcourt. You were about to ask her a question when you saw a flash of blue and black show up from behind a trash can. 

“Hey!” Harcourt calls out. 

“What?” The masked man yells back. 

“Ah fuck, that’s just Vigilante.” Chris groans. 

“Do you know him?” You ask Chris, while you subtly pick his mind.

Chris doesn’t know his identity, but it seems he had a good time with Vigilante yesterday. You turned to Chris with a look of disgust before looking back at the Vigilante. 

“Get the fuck out of here!” Harcourt yells his way. 

Vigilante turns to leave but stops mid-way when Harcourt yells and makes his way back over. He begins to ramble off again and explains that he just wants to protect his “best friend” Peacemaker. 

One thing that catches you off guard about the man is that you can easily read his mind. It’s something that reminds you a lot of what you could do with Rick. When you had a mind link with someone. You know just from looking at Vigilante that his name is Adrian Chase and he has to work tonight, but he is going to cancel to follow the van. 

Although that should be concerning to you, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Once you got into the van and made your way to your mission, you learned the true stakes of this ‘Project Butterfly’. The six of you were making your way over to a political figure's house to kill him…and possibly his family. 

This caused outrage by Chris, and you respected him greatly for that. It reminded you that this was a man who tried his best to save Rick. He did all he could. Those five words kept your spirits high whenever you thought about Rick’s last moments. 

“Y/N?” Harcourt nudged your leg.

“Mmm?” You look at her. 

“We are here.” 

You look around and notice that everyone is getting the van set up. Jumping out, you look over at Chris who is shakily drawing something on his gun. He curses as he throws the sharpie and grabs his gun. You open your equipment and get out your twin knives. 

It turns out that waiting for a family of four to arrive at a house was a lot more boring than it seemed. You had been sent with Harcourt and Chris to keep a watch. The most the three of you had seen was a squirrel to which Chris said that the team should have been called project squirrel instead of project butterfly. 

Harcourt had gone to the bathroom, and you waited patiently with Chris. It didn’t take long for the bush beside you guys to start rustling. You didn’t have to even see him know it was Vigilante from his…brain waves? To put it kindly, they were unlike any you have experienced before.

You knew that Chris didn’t know Vigilante’s real identity, so you chose to stay quiet while they spoke. Chris spoke to Vigilante trying to get him to go away, but he was stuck on staying with you two. He wanted to make sure Peacemaker was safe, and that weirdly warmed your heart. You could understand just wanting to make sure someone was safe. 

“Who are you?” You looked at Vigilante with wide eyes.

“Me?”

“Yea, there’s no one else out here right now.” Vigilante said in a smart-ass tone. 

“I’m Y/N. I’m working with Chris right now.” You smile. 

“Oh, that’s cool. You are pretty, or handsome, or whatever compliment you want.” Vigilante tries to put his hand on a tree to look cool, but misses it and falls. 

You laugh at his stumble and Harcourt walks up right after the incident. She argues with Vigilante for a moment before everyone’s alerted the family is at the home. It turns out they have a bodyguard called Judo Master who Chris simply laughs at. 

It takes a while, but eventually, Chris gets a clean shot of the family, but he just can’t take the shot. You were about to offer, but Vigilante offers to take it instead and shoots three of the four family members. While he tries to shoot the last, he’s kicked by none other than Judo Master. 

After a long fight, with Judo Master, you were knocked out along with Harcourt, while Vigilante and Chris were dragged away. Murn and Adebayo found you and Harcourt. The four of you were now on the hunt for Vigilante and Chris who seemed to be in the house. 

Infiltrating the house didn’t take long, and soon you were going room to room looking for the two men. Eventually, Harcourt found out the two were underground. Adebayo was able to find the secret entrance, and after a large explosion knocked Murn out, the three of you were able to scramble to get the men. 

When you arrived, you saw that Goff had his head blown to bits and Judo Master was nowhere to be seen. Vigilante was without a shoe, and his toe looked in terrible shape while Chris looked just a little beaten up and…Cheeto dust on his cheek?

--

The seven of you made your way into the van with Judo Master in Economos’ hands. He had defeated the man by beating him unconscious. Placing into the back of the van, Chris shut the door and the van began to drive back to headquarters. You had taken a seat in between Harcourt and Vigilante, who was currently complaining about his half cut-off toe.

“Dude, I promise you will be able to walk. Here, let me start patching you up.” You smiled at the masked man beside you and began to get onto the van floor. 

“Oh, thank you! You know Chris has never done something like this for me. I don’t think anyone has done something like this for me before. That makes you special.” You blush at Vig’s words. 

“Glad to be the first to patch you up, Vig.” You grab the first aid kit. 

“I have a question, Y/N?” Vigilante looks down at you. 

You made a hum for him to continue. 

“Are you free after this?” 

“What?” You freeze. 

“Chris and I have this huge place in the woods that we use as our shooting range. Do you maybe want to go there with me, you know, if we survive all this shit?” You don’t have to read Vig’s mind to know he just asked you on a date. 

“I would love that.” 

You knew that you were lying, you couldn’t stay after this mission, but you didn’t want to hurt the guy after his toe was almost cut in half. The thoughts of kissing you coming from Vigilante’s mind were far too loud for you to ignore. You could feel him smile under his mask as your cheeks heated up.

“Guys come on, we are right here.” Chris groans. “You know I hate relationship shit.” 

The two of you quieted down after that. You made quick work of Vigilante’s toe and slowly put his boot back on. 

“If you guys are done, I have a question. What are we going to do with him?” Harcourt gestures to Judo Master.

Before anyone can speak, Vigilante and Chris are already cocking their guns and pointing them toward the man. 

—

When you got back to the headquarters, everyone unpacked and you grabbed your specific equipment. Chris and Vigilante grabbed their gear, taking off towards Chris’ father's house to grab more helmets. Adebayo had decided to help Economos secure Judo Master, and Murn was in his office per usual.

That left you and Harcourt, who had decided to sneak some alcohol into the old video store. She poured the liquid into two water bottles and handed you one. After getting fairly tipsy with the blonde, you decided it wouldn’t do any harm in confiding in her. 

“Harcourt, can I tell you something?” You glanced at the woman. 

“Sure, I can’t tell you that I will care though.” She sipped from her bottle. 

“I can read minds.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Harcourt was now staring at you, with her full attention.

“Rick found me when I was 13, I was experimented on. I can read minds, I could read yours right now. I chose not to though because it can be draining for me. Some people are easier to read, especially if I have a mind-link with them.” 

You spill the words without a care knowing that you could hate yourself for it tomorrow.

“A mind-link? What is that?” Harcourt had no idea what was going on.

“I had one with Rick, it’s like a strong emotional connection. It allows me to read someone's thoughts far easier than usual. For example, I think I have a mind link with Vigilante. The first time we met him when he was behind the trash can I could read his mind. It was…loud.” 

“I would guess so. Go back a second though, what do you mean Rick found you? I thought you were like his sister.” Harcourt takes a deeper sip of her drink. 

“Rick adopted me a while after he found me. Said he saw something good in me, whatever that meant. He knew about my powers, but he kept it a secret, especially around Waller. She found out anyway though, it was her way of keeping him going through mission after mission. I’m just thankful Rick had someone like Chris there on his last mission.” You smile thinking of the two together. 

Harcourt sits up at that. 

“What do you mean?”

“When Waller told me about Rick’s death, she told me about what happened. I can’t believe that Robert Dubois would kill his best friend. What brought me comfort though was knowing that Chris did everything he could to try and save him. I heard he even fought Robert until he was shot by him as well.” 

Harcourt stands up quickly from her seat, the chair scraping across the floor. 

“I have to go to the bathroom.” 

You watched as your friend stumbled into the bathroom. Shit, you are going to feel terrible in the morning. 

--

Harcourt stares at her reflection in the mirror with a frown. How could Waller stoop as low as to tell you that Dubois killed Rick and not Chris? It was clear that she just wanted to set up this team from the start and the news of Chris killing Rick would have just ruined it all. 

The blonde knew she couldn’t tell the team about this information though. She was sure Murn knew, but Chris could not know that Y/N thinks he’s a hero, let alone Rick Flag’s hero. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if Chris knew that the agent’s last name was Flag. That’s not even mentioning that you just told Harcourt that you had abilities.

Sure Harcourt has dealt with abilities before, but she had no idea they could be easily hidden. Though you did explain to her how hard it was to keep them hidden. In the grand scheme of things, your powers didn’t matter though. Nothing would matter if you don’t stop the butterflies. 

Harcourt is broken out of her thoughts by a knock at the bathroom door. It was you. The team had come back with some interesting news. Economos had framed Chris’ father and he’s now in prison. Now Chris was on his way to the prison to talk to his dad, which was not a good thing. 

You barely kept up with all of the information in your tipsy state. All you knew was that Economos had fucked up and you were all taking a yelling for it. Adebayo had agreed to go after the man, and you decided it was the perfect time to take a nap at the back of the office. 

When Adebayo came back into the office, you were a lot more aware of your surroundings. She had told the group that Vigilante had landed himself in jail. It caused Murn to once again yell at the team calling all of you the apple dumpling gang, causing Economos to laugh. 

“I can hack the system and get Vigilante out, what’s his name?” Economos looked at the four of you.

“Adrian Chase.” You replied without hesitation. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Adebayo looked at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” You glance over at Harcourt who gives you an encouraging smile.

“And…he’s out!” Economos cheers. “Who’s going to pick him up.”

“I’ll do it.” You suggest.

“I’ll go with you.” Harcourt grabs her keys. 

The drive to the prison was short but filled with comfortable silence. Enough silence to allow you to think about what has happened. You wanted to apologize to Harcourt, but you aren’t sure what you would be sorry for. Spilling your deepest secrets? Having abilities in general?

It wasn’t like you couldn’t handle your liquor and told everyone you had abilities while drunk. You guessed that you told her because you needed someone to know. Flag was the only one. He was the only one who ever knew of your telepathy. You needed someone else to know, and you assumed that someone else was now Harcourt.

But then there was the other person you needed to think about. Adrian Chase or the Vigilante has become a part of Project Butterfly. There was something about him that you couldn’t shake from your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you felt a mind-link with him without even trying. Or perhaps the way you easily said yes after he asked you out after all of this was over. 

Adrian was charming, but you’ve never seen his face, which is causing you anxiety. You were about to see his face for the first time and you had no idea what you were expecting. Harcourt could feel your legs moving up and down nervously, but she opted not to say anything. The less she said the easier this would be. She could tell there was more than meets the eye between you two. 

Harcourt finally parked the car and you saw a young man walk out of the prison. This moment right now would change you forever, for better or for worse. Your eyes meet with Adrian’s for the first time and something…happens. You wouldn’t say it was bad, but it was something. It was like a breath of fresh air, you could finally feel peace when you looked at him. 

You moved quickly to the backseat of the car to allow Adrian in the front. But, the man just slug his bag into the front and got into the back of the car with you. When he strapped himself in you could see the redness in his eyes from crying.  

“He’s still alive.” Adrian looks over at you. 

You can see the pain in Adrian’s eyes at the fact that he let Chris down. You can understand the pain. You feel it every time you think of Rick. 

“I’m Adrian.” He’s still looking at you. 

“I know.” You say softly.

You knew he would ask about that later, but right now it was the most comforting thing you could say. 

“I think I might have made things worse.” A tear falls from Adrian’s eye.

“I know.” You say again, slowly placing your hand on his.

--

The next day when you showed up at the headquarters their air was tense. Chris was too busy glaring at Economos to even notice that you had sat in between him and Adrian for the meeting. You gave the man a small smile and he gave one back and his cheeks tinted pink before he looked back at Chris. Although it would be easy to read his mind at the moment, you hate invading privacy.

Economos began his PowerPoint about how the butterflies work, but it turns out that he isn’t the best at them. Chris reminded him of that fact every slide, which caused Adrian to laugh with him. You aren’t sure Adrian even knows what he laughing at, but you know how much he looks up to Chris. 

After another rude comment from Chris, he begins to blow up at Economos for putting his father in prison. He begins naming random celebrities that Economos could have put in jail instead. When he does that you glance over at Adrian he seems to be lost in thought.

“The cunts from Riverdale, Snookie, Cookie Monster, hell, you could have even put Gut Chase for God’s sake man.” Adrian perks up when Chris says that.

“Hey, don’t bring my brother into this!” You’ve never seen Adrian raise his voice before. It was…terrifying. 

“Whatever man, no one cares what you think, you’re just Gut Chase's younger brother anyway.” Chris gets up and storms off.

It was clear that Chris wasn’t pissed at Adrian. He was just upset, and it seemed like Adrian ended up in the crossfire after trying to defend his brother. Everyone gets up after Chris does, Harcourt going after the man.

“We leave in half an hour. Economos, don’t fuck up again.” Murn orders.

No one seems to notice the small sniffle coming from Adrian. You glance over at him, but before you can do anything he’s getting up and moving towards the bathroom. Getting up, you see Adebeyo giving you an encouraging thumbs up to which you return one at her. 

Walking down the hall it wasn’t hard to know that Adrian was in the bathroom. He was talking to himself quietly. You could hear the small murmuring from outside of the door. There was no way he was going to let you in there, so you searched for the lock-pick that you always kept with you.

After getting the door unlocked, you opened it slowly. You could tell that Adrian had been crying for a while by the way his eyes were once again puffy. 

“What are you doing?” Adrian asks you as you lock the door to the bathroom back.

“I wanted to talk.”

“Okay…and why are we doing it in a locked bathroom? Are you like, going to kill me–because that would be kind of hot, honestly.” Adrian chuckles, wiping his eyes.

“No…listen. I wanted to ask you about Chris.” 

Adrian looked up at you with confusion.

“What about him?” 

You took a breath before continuing. 

“Is he always this mean to you?” 

“What do you mean?” Adrian began to subconsciously fiddle with the pockets of his suit. 

“I’ve noticed how Chris treats you, and it’s far from how a friend should. I know that you want to defend him by saying that’s how friends are, but they aren’t. I used to have friends like Chris you know. Friends who I thought were just joking when they would pick fun at me for being the runt in my family.” 

“Runt? How could you be the runt of your family?” 

“My…adoptive brother, Rick Flag was far more talented than I could ever be. That doesn't matter though. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t let Chris say that shit to you. Even if he is your friend. I know it can hurt, deep down.” You didn’t want to let it slip that you could currently feel his pain via your mind link.

“I’m thankful for your concern, Y/N, but you don’t have to worry. I don’t care because I don’t have emotions as people do.” It seemed that Adrian was trying to boast about the fact that he was a psychopath. 

You could see right through him. Trying to be as subtle as you could you pried into Adrian’s brain to see what he truly thought. The truth was Adrian Chase did have emotions, but he was too afraid of rejection to ever show them.

“You are a good person, Adrian. I hope you know that.” You smiled at Adrian.

--

The van ride to the Glan Tai Plant was filled with heavy rock music far too loud for most of the van occupant’s taste. It turns out Economos and Chris were able to share a similarity in their music taste. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the two interact. You couldn’t see Adrian, but he was sneaking glances at your smile with a larger grin on his face.

It didn’t take long for the team to arrive at the plant, and you all got your equipment out ready for whatever you were about to witness. However, everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard a loud buzzing noise. It turns out that Adrian had gotten out a chainsaw and was ready to bring it in with him.

“No! You are not bringing that in there!” You hear Harcourt yell from beside you.

Adrian sighs and turns off the machine.

“Ah, fuck! I’m never gonna kill someone with a fucking chainsaw! It’s total bullshit.” Adrian turns and shuts the van.

“It’s alright Adrian, maybe another day.” You try to cheer him up.

“Yea, maybe one day.” He mumbles. 

The team breaks up into two groups. Adebayo and Chris are going into the front with Harcourt and Adrian, and you are going through the back. Although Harcourt doesn’t want to deal with Adrian, she wants to be with you two over Chris. 

The three of you make your way into the building as quietly as you can. When you open one of the many cardboard boxes, you realize that the building is a butterfly food warehouse. It seems like there are thousands of boxes of food. After that discovery, the three of you go farther into the building. 

The three of you are soon recognized by the butterfly workers and are chased into a large room. You lock the door and let out a sigh of relief until you hear a scream of the word gorilla. That’s when you see Harcourt go flying across the room. Fear seizes up your body, and you aren’t able to do anything, but stand like a statue. Staring at the gorilla, you begin to hyperventilate. This has never happened before on a mission, but then again you have never fought against a giant gorilla. 

The gorilla glares at you and roars in anger, ready to charge. You manage to get your arms to move fast enough to cover your face. However, an attack from the gorilla never comes when Adrian rushes in front of you. You look in shock as Adrian is thrown like a rag doll, but he tries his best to recover and get back in front of you.

Before Adrian can fight back the gorilla’s chest suddenly opens into a gory hole. The gorilla falls with a thud and you look behind the gorilla to see Economos who is covered in blood, holding a chainsaw. 

–

The ride in the van back to headquarters was full of laughter and happiness. The excitement that occurred during the mission had caused a boost of confidence from Economos, and a light feeling in the air. Everyone was currently dancing to whatever song Chris had decided to put on the radio, including you. 

Head bouncing to the tune, you smiled over at Adrian who was currently dancing with his arms. You were so enraptured by Adrian that you missed Harcourt snapping a photo of the team enjoying the moment.  It was one of those things that you loved about the team, the fact that you could all just dance after such a strange mission. 

It wasn’t long before the team arrived back at the old video store. Murn had announced that the team had the rest of the day off. You were excited just to go home, or your hotel, to sleep off the day. Harcourt had told you she would be there in a bit, so you didn’t wait up for her. 

What Harcourt was doing while you took the day off was meeting up with Economos and Adebayo. She had some important information to share before it got out on its own. The two were surprised Harcourt even wanted to see them on their day off. When the two arrived at the bar, the blonde waved them over to her. 

“I have something important to tell you two. And I trust that you will keep to yourselves, or at least don’t tell Chris or Vig. You know those two couldn’t keep a secret to save their lives.” Harcourt took a sip of her beer. 

“Got it. Lips sealed.” Economos zipped his lips with his fingers. 

“Never do that again, Economos. I’m in though, you can trust me not to spill.” Adebayo promised. 

“Alright, well as you two know Agent Y/N Flag is on this mission with us. As it turns out, they confided in me letting me know that the reason they agreed was because of Chris. Waller lied to them.” Harcourt took a breath, reassuring her mind this was the right decision.

“Waller told Y/N that BloodSport killed Rick Flag and not Chris. She told them that Chris was the one to try and save Flag instead of vice versa.” 

“Holy fuck!” Economos replied.

Adebayo remained silent but seemed to be distraught by what Harcourt told her. She didn’t understand how her mother could tell such a lie. 

“What are we going to do?” Adebayo finally spoke.

“Nothing. We can’t do anything about this until we take down the cow. It’s too risky and could compromise this mission. We wait for feelings until after the world is safe.” Harcourt was sure this was the right call.

“I agree. If we tell Y/N about Chris then we might have a dead body on our hands, and no one wants that.” Economos agreed.

The three finished up their drinks and agreed to never speak of this meeting. The less anyone knew about any of this, the better. Harcourt wasn’t even sure that Chris knew Y/N’s last name was Flag, let alone that Waller lied to them.

--

“Come on, It’s going to be fun!” Adrian dragged you to his car.

“Fine, but if Chris makes fun of you, I’m leaving and taking you with me.” You grumble as you get into the ‘Vigilante Mobile’. 

It was the next day and Adrian wanted to take you to Chris’ house to help cheer him up. Chris had been feeling bad ever since his dad went to jail. You always felt that pang in your heart when you knew Chris felt bad. The pang that told you he did everything to save Rick, so you should at least help him.

“Your car smells like weed, do you smoke?” You look over to Adrian.

“No. I can’t believe they legalized that shit…” 

You watch intently as Adrian goes on a rant about the American Government. You weren’t paying attention to his words though. His lips were more mesmerizing than you first thought. They were perfect, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss them. 

To be honest, you had never kissed someone, but you sure wanted to know what it felt like. Some people may see it as lame to be twenty-five and never have kissed someone. For you though, it was simply a matter of never having time. Being an Agent for ARGUS wasn’t easy, and it gave no free time for you. There was no time for romance, let alone a make-out session.

“Are you okay?” Adrian looks at you.

You jump out of your thoughts, gulping before you answer.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You smiled. 

The two of you made it to Chris’ trailer before long. If America was personified, you were sure it would be Christopher Smith. Good god did that guy like red, white, and blue. It was honestly surprising how dedicated that man was. 

After entering Chris’ trailer, you and Adrian learned that he had kept Goff, the butterfly. It was honestly one of the creepiest things you had ever seen, especially when it drew a peace sign on the glass he was stuck in. 

You watched in pure comedic shock as Chris and Adrian began to ask the butterfly questions. Then, the butterfly answered the questions and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. 

Everything was going fine until Adrian’s phone rang. He picked up and it turned out Murn was warning you three of the police that was currently surrounding the house. Then you heard a large knock at the door. 

“Police!” You whipped your head towards the door. 

“Shit! We have to go.” You whisper to the men.

Chirs shares with you and Adrian that he has roof access that you and Adrian, who is carrying Goff on his back, climb up. When the three of you get up there, you shimmy your way into a tree. 

While up in the tree Adrian manages to slip and fall right onto Goff, who is released in the process. You jump down after him and help him up, running through the forest to his car parked a while away. While you two, soon followed by Chris, begin to maneuver through the forest you subtly begin to use your powers. 

Chris and Adrian watch as certain police around them fall with a cry without anything touching them. Looking at you they could see a small spark in your eye but weren’t planning on asking about it. Well, Adrian probably was, but you can easily dodge his questions. 

It wasn’t long until the three of you reached Adrian’s car and drove off to headquarters. On the way, Chris tried to call Harcourt, but Adrian threw his phone out of the car. Angrily, Chris takes Adrian’s phone instead, telling Harcourt the situation. 

When the three of you arrive, Adrian lets you know that he has to go home. You let him know that it’s fine and make your way inside the headquarters with Chris. When you get there Harcourt and Adebayo are the only two left. 

“Well, that sucked.” You sighed, slugging into an empty chair.

“Agreed.” Chris replied.

“I’m glad to see you two back here alive at least.” Harcourt didn’t look up from her computer. 

“Yeah, speaking of glad, I’ve been meaning to thank you, Chris.” You look at Chris with a smile.

Adebayo and Harcourt share a look before Chris responds.

“What would you thank me for?” 

“Saving Rick Flag. I doubt you know this, but he adopted me at a young age and it means a lot to me that you would try to save him as you did. When Waller told me what you did I was blown away by your bravery, especially to go up against someone like Bloodsport. Even though you weren’t able to save Rick, I still appreciate you trying.” 

For the first time in Chris’ life, he was truly speechless. Waller had lied to you, and he didn’t want to deny it. Looking over at Adebayo and Harcourt, it was clear they had already known about this. 

“You’re welcome,” Chris said softly. 

“Alright, well I'm going to take a page out of Adrian’s book and get some sleep.” You get up from your chair. 

“Don’t take a page out of Adrian’s book ever, Y/N.” Harcourt replied. 

“That’s probably good advice, too bad I don’t take advice.” You smile, walking out of the old store. 

Chris watches you leave, and places his head in his hands. 

“What am I going to do?” He whispers to himself.

“Nothing. Just like I told everyone else, we can deal with Waller’s damage after we defeat this cow, not before. Whatever personal issues you have right now can wait, Chris. Especially if it’s personal issues with a teammate.” Harcourt replied to Chris’ rhetorical question.

“Don’t take it too hard, Chris. You didn’t come up with the lie, Waller did.” That was all Adebayo said before she left.

--

You didn’t know much about Chris’ father, but you did know he was a terrible man. Auggie Smith was known to most people as the racist vigilante named White Dragon. Chris had let the team know that his father was released from prison and now coming to end him. Vigilante and you were the first two to volunteer to help take down the man, but Chris just wanted to let him be. 

Harcourt and Adebayo with the help of Murn let the team know the location of the cow. Before you were able to leave the old store you were stopped in your tracks by a news broadcast from the local police. It seemed that everyone in the police was now compromised by butterflies. Adebayo runs out of the room and Harcourt along with Murn go after her.

That leaves you, Adrian, Economos, and Chris to make their way to escape from the police. Chris decides to play some rock music to ‘get rid of his mood’ while the three of you ride the van. It’s not long into your trip when you feel shaking inside the van. You look over at Adrian, but he doesn’t even have the chance to look back when the van flips. 

The four of you groan, getting up slowly while a hole seems to get burned into the side of the vehicle. You watch in shock as the white dragon stands in front of the hole charging up his gauntlet to hit Chris. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand, barely able to change the blast's directory.

Adrian seems to get his surroundings figured out and grabs the gun beside him. He begins to shoot Auggie enough to get him to back away from the van. You know this can only end horribly, so you steady yourself on your feet and connect your small mind link with Adrian for the first time. 

‘Adrian’ You speak into his mind.

Adrian seems to look around for a split second before focusing back on Auggie.

‘There it is’ You hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Looking over you see the large black object and before you can stop him, Adrian is hurling the object in between him and Auggie.

“No!” You yell out. 

Time seems to slow down as your powers begin to grow. This always happens when you are emotional. Finally, you can use your powers positively this time.

Directing your telekinesis towards the blast, you can redirect most of the impact onto Auggie rather than Adrian. Of course, you knew his suit would be busted, but that wasn’t your worry right now. Your main focus was keeping him alive. 

‘Tree’ was all you could hear from Adrian’s thoughts.

Without waiting for the smoke to clear you head towards where Adrian was. Looking near the woods you found Adrian behind a tall tree. 

“Good thinking, Adrian.” You bend down to check Adrian’s injuries.

“You were in my head.” Adrian winced while moving to straighten himself.

“Hey, watch it, I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.” You help Adrian.

“How did you do that? You saved me right?” 

“Yes. And I need you to keep that little…magic trick between the two of us.” You take Adrian’s mask off slowly to look directly in his eyes.

“Shit! Don’t do that, anyone could see me.” Adrian frantically tries to grab his mask from you.

“Calm down. We are hidden for right now. But I need you to promise me before we get into the car over there.” You nod your head towards the red car. 

“Okay, I have calmed down.” Adrian looks you directly in the eyes. “I promise.” 

“Good, now let’s get going.” You grab hold of Adrian’s hand. 

‘Holy fuck, they’re holding my hand’ Adrian’s thoughts flood your brain making you chuckle.

--

It wasn’t long after you two found the car that Chris, Economos, and Eagly were able to find you. Adrian thought he was doing Chris a favor by carrying his helmets with us. But as it turns out, Chris’ dad was using them to track him all along. When Chris stopped the car Adrian ran to go piss while Economos and you tried your best to get Eagly to comply.

However, it wasn’t long until you and Economos saw a group of people dressed in white hats making their way toward you. You two took off into the woods, Economos running away, and you going to get Adrian. When you two found Adrian he was currently mid-piss with his pants down.

‘Nice ass’ You comment to Adrian via mind link causing a light blush to cover his cheeks.

“Shut up?” He mumbled.

“I didn’t do anything?” Economos exclaimed, getting up from the ground.

All three of you made your way back to the car and Adrian made quick work of Auggie by decommissioning his suit. Chris then proceeded to beat his father to a pulp before shooting him in the head. The four of you were silent for a long moment after that. Chris softly cried, mourning his father, who he loved. 

The four of you then turned your attention to Eagly who was severely injured by the white supremacist group. You kept him in your lap on the ride to the local vet. Harcourt and Adebayo were going to meet you there. You all had a moment of silence in the car after they told you that Murn had passed away.

It didn’t take you long to figure out he was a butterfly when you couldn’t connect with his mind. But, it still hurt to lose someone who was clearly on your side. Someone who cared and loved you all as a team of misfits. 

Pulling up to the vet, you four got out and promptly tied up the local vets after they fixed Eagly. You felt bad, but you also understood why you had to. Adrian was currently contemplating whether to kill them or not when Harcourt and Adebayo showed up. 

After sorting out the whole situation, you were able to grab Adrian’s hand and drag him off to a free room. It turns out the room had a few kittens in it and you played with one while Adrian stood rigid. 

“Are you okay?” You look up at Adrian as you pet one of the cats. 

“Yea, I just don’t get why we are in a room alone together?” Adrian asked.

“Well, I am nighty percent sure we are going to die going after that cow, so why not have our date before we do.” You smile.

“Oh…oh!” Adrian’s face heats up when he remembers that he asked you out. “What do you want to do during this date here? I suggest we play…twenty questions!” 

“What are we in kindergarten?” You tease Adrian. 

“Whatever. Now, what is your favorite color?” Adrian drops to the floor.

And just like that, the two of you played a full game of twenty questions. As time went on the two of you got closer and the kittens began to cuddle in both of your laps. 

“That's a good answer! Now my turn, have you kissed someone?” You place your head onto your hand. 

“Uhh, Y/N, I’ve done a lot more than kiss someone. One time I and Chris had this chick over and we-” 

“Okay! Forget I asked that.” You say with a red face.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” Adrian cocked his head.

You refuse to meet his gaze, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. Adrian brings his hand up to your chin and raises your head.

“It’s okay that you haven’t.” Adrian reassures you. 

“I think…if it’s okay with you, I would love to be your first.” Adrian whispers the last part against your mouth before closing the gap.

As your lips met you could feel the mind link connect even further. Your lips molded perfectly as your hand moved up to bring Adrian’s face impossibly closer. You only pulled away when you felt a small spark go off in your mind.

“What was that?” Adrian asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know.” You giggle, still drunk off the kiss.

“Okay, so, we each only have one question left.” Adrian reminds you. “You can go first.”

“Alright, how was the kiss?” You ask genuinely.

“Angel, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” Adrian smiles brightly when he calls you Angel. 

“That’s good to know.” You smile shyly. “Your turn.”

“Alright. So, what are your powers?” Adrian’s eyes brighten.

Time didn’t seem to pass as you spoke to Adrian about your powers. The only part that you kept out was your mind link with him. It was something that could wait until you weren’t in imminent danger. 

It wasn’t long before Harcourt burst into the back room and ruined whatever moment you had shared with Adrian. She explained to the two of you quickly that you needed to come back out and help the team. With a small smile, Adrian helped you up and led you out of the room. When you regrouped with the team, the seven of you, Eagly included, decided that Harcourt should be the new leader. 

It was a decision that most of you didn’t have a second thought about. She was the smartest of you and it was clear that she was the most mentally stable as well. With a smile, she kept the group morale up with a simple statement. 

“Let’s go kill a fucking cow.” 

–

All seven of you make your way towards the cow’s location. Harcourt had let you all know the plan and you looked over at Adrian with a reassuring smile before jumping out of the vet’s van. Opening up your equipment case, you took out two large knives. They were only used during special missions, you had gotten them from Rick on your 18th birthday. 

You also made sure to grab a pistol, placing it in your holster in your new suit. The suit was gifted to you by Waller. It was quite similar to Bloodsports, but the color scheme was a plum purple, and black. You were nervous for every mission you went on, but this one was far more important than any other than you’ve been on. 

After the team loses one of Chris’ helmets by giving it to Eagly, everyone was more irritated than usual. You were just thankful no one was dead yet, and you hadn’t even gotten to the underground base.

Economos was sent into the herd of butterflies instead with Chris’ helmet. While he was making his way inside you, Harcourt, Adrian, and Chris began to shoot down butterflies. Only, there were far more butterflies than expected, and you four were soon outnumbered. 

“Chris!” You called out. “Just go! We got this!” 

You were lying, but you needed Chris to go and blow up the cow. The man nodded and made his way underground. Who knew Peacemaker would be humanity's last hope. 

Watching as Harcourt and Adrian were struggling to defeat the butterflies you knew it was time to use your powers. You could explain them later if everyone survived that is. Without hesitation, you took a breath before you felt power course through your veins. 

This time was unlike any other. The power felt stronger, you felt like you had the amount of power of two people. You supposed it was the adrenaline cruising through your veins. Glancing over at Harcourt, you began to snap necks left and right with your telekinesis. 

Looking into one of the butterfly's eyes you were able to use telepathy to make him turn against the others. He was now shooting the butterflies with the three of you. Looking over at Adrian you were about to stop one of the butterflies behind him when you felt a pang in your shoulder. 

You fell before you were able to even recognize that you were shot. Looking over to your side you were able to stop one bullet from reaching Harcourt before you began to feel tired. You had to keep going though. You had to save Adrian. You had to save Harcourt. You had to…sleep. 

–

Brightness was the first thing you saw when you woke up. Blinking a few times you were able to recognize the brightness of the lights above you. It took you some time to realize that you weren’t on a battlefield anymore. You had either been successful or you were taken captive by the butterflies. 

“You’re awake.” You heard Chris’ voice beside you.

Looking over you saw Chris and Adebayo beside your…bed? You looked down at your hands and saw the IV sticking out. 

“Did we win?” Your throat hurts when you speak.

“Yeah, we won kid.” Chris smiles. 

“No thanks to the Justice League.” Adebayo rolls her eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing. The important thing is that we won, and you are alright. I found you, Adrian, and Harcourt down for the count. I was worried when you weren’t responding, but I was nothing compared to Adrian. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke.” Adebayo laughs.

“He was shot just like you but forced everyone else to back off while he carried you to the van. You can say a lot of things about Adrian, but that boy is passionate when it comes to the things he loves.” Chris explains while a smile. 

“Speaking of, I’m going to go check on him. I have a press conference in two hours. I’m telling them everything.” 

“Wait, what about Harcourt?” You sit up slightly, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. 

The two share a glance before looking back at you.

“She’s hurt real bad Y/N. She’s stable, but we don’t know if she’ll be able to walk again.” Chris said softly.

“Oh god. Oh my fucking god.” You just about weep right there on your hospital bed.

“It’ll be alright, I promise,” Chris reassured you as Adebayo left the room. 

–

It had been a few hours since Adebayo left and you’d finally been discharged from the hospital. You went to find Adrian, but it turns out he had gone missing from his hospital. That was unsurprising to you because you knew he couldn’t let anyone see his face for too long. 

Chris was currently driving you to your hotel to grab your stuff before you left Evergreen. Rock music played softly as you looked out of the car window to the city passing by. Chris glanced over at you and took a deep breath. He had to tell you the truth sooner or later, and it seemed like sooner was best. 

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” You looked over at Chris.

“Sure, you can tell me anything.”

“You are probably going to hate me after this, but I need to tell you the truth.” 

“Chris, what are you talking about?”

“Just…let me finish, okay? Waller–she lied to you. She lied to you about everything. Robert Dubois didn’t kill Rick, and I never saved him.” 

“What the fuck? Who killed him then?” You were beyond confused.

Chris remained silent, and you knew that was enough of a confession on its own. You looked at him while tears began to fall down your face. Chris had lied to you this whole time. Harcourt lied to you this whole time, and so did Adebayo, Economos…, and Adrian. Fuck, you were stupid to ever trust anyone. 

Before Chris could stop you, the door to the passenger side of the car was unlocked and you were jumping out. You ignored the gnawing pain in your arm as you tumbled to the ground from the car. Chris didn’t stop the car when you did that, he just drove away like you knew he would. What a pussy.

--

You had been missing for a week. For a week everyone tried everything they could to track you down, but they weren’t able to do it. You left everything behind, at the hotel. There was only one way you could be found. And it was currently in the palm of Adrian’s hand. 

You had left a sticky note inside Adrian’s car before you left town. It was parked outside of Fennel Fields and you quickly slipped it on his dash before leaving. The note simply had your current address on it and a smiley face that was hastily drawn on. 

Adrian took a deep breath as he looked over the small house. It was cute, far cuter than he would have expected for you. That didn’t matter to Adrian at the moment though. He had traveled to Louisiana to see you, and he wasn’t going to question his decisions just yet. 

Walking up to the door Adrian knocked softly, once, twice, three times before you opened the door.

“Hi Angel, I saw your note.” You smiled at him.

“Come inside, Adrian.”  

Right before Adrian set foot in your house, he glanced to the side. Right on your porch was a small flag that read Justice on it. How ironic.

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Life Itself

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Word Count: 1,543

Warnings: Death, violence.

The air was dry and filled with dust as the large building around you began to collapse. Cleo had said that Peacemaker killed Rick, a wave of rage and fear filling your veins as you ran back to the collapsing building. The man you were searching for laid dead in the middle of a room, a broken tile shard lodged into his chest, the anger that flooded your veins morphing into grief as you ran to his body. Carefully, you removed the tile from Rick’s chest and held your hands over his chest, a blue light pouring from your hand and disappearing into his chest as you healed him, tears leaving your eyes as you looked over his lifeless body. “Please wake up. Please,” you sobbed as you used more of your energy to heal the man. “God damn it. Why’d you have to go and be a hero when that oaf was with us?” You asked, the blue healing energy growing brighter as you became weaker trying to revive him. It wasn’t long before you became too weak to hold yourself up, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks as you held onto Rick’s hand, the blue light around you beginning to fade as your body began to shut down due to energy exertion.

Unbeknownst to you, Rick’s heart had healed and started beating again as you used your powers to heal the man. He woke up to the loud sound of the building crumbling and falling apart, making him look around quickly before he saw you unconscious next to him. Rick looked over your body quickly for injuries quickly before picking your body up and carrying you out of the collapsing building. Rick held your body to his tightly before taking out his earpiece as Waller started yelling at the others on Task Force X to leave. Once he got back to the helicopter, Rick laid your body on the floor of the large aircraft, setting a duffle bag under your head and covering you with one of the shock blankets that were stored on the aircraft. After a while, the rest of the task force boarded the helicopter, DuBois kneeling beside you before brushing the loose pieces of hair from your face.

“She brought me back,” Rick informed Robert, who looked up from where he kneeled to look at the Colonel. “We found out about the experiments and Peacemaker wanted to destroy the evidence like Waller ordered us to do. He stabbed me in the heart so the information wouldn’t get out.”

“Cleo saw everything,” DuBois replied before he looked at Ratcatcher Two, who was resting against Nanaue. “He was going to kill her too until I fell from the ceiling and shot him. That’s when Y/N split up from us.” He said as he stood, walking to sit on the other side of Cleo. Rick kneeled beside your body and looked at you. “They’re tough as nails, Flag. They’ll pull through.” Robert reassured the blonde man, who nodded as he continued to look over you.

A groan from your lips is what pulled all of Rick’s attention back to your figure, the man watching you intently. It was the first noise you made in hours, sending a wave of relief through Rick’s body. He knew that Harley said you had a heartbeat, though she had told him it was faint, that there was a possibility that you wouldn’t make it through the night. He knew about the dangers of your life force manipulation, the ability to give life while it took your own. He sighed and looked away from you for a moment, grabbing his phone before updating the task force about you. The unfamiliar feeling of moribund rested heavily throughout your body as you moved onto your back. You sat up on the bed slowly as you searched the foreign surroundings, your eyes stopping on Rick, who was sitting in the chair that was placed in a corner of the room. Pressure filled your head quickly, forcing you to groan and place a hand to your temple, closing your eyes tightly as the room began to swim. “I feel like I got hit by a bus,” you muttered, Rick exhaling roughly from where he sat, making you look at him slowly. He watched as you looked over him, noting the uncertainty that filled your eyes. “Is this a fucked up dream? Did I die trying to help you?” You asked quietly, Rick shaking his head as he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. He grabbed your hand and ran his thumb over your knuckles before hearing you let out a shaky sigh.

“This isn’t a dream, Y/N. We’re both alive, darlin’. We’re both alive because of you,” the blond informed you, making you look up at him quickly, a sense of relief filling your body before you squeezed his hand. Rick smiled slightly at you before looking at your hand in his, running his thumb over your bruised skin. “Do you need anything?” He asked you suddenly, watching as you closed your eyes, humming softly before nodding.

“Water please,” you answered softly, watching as Rick nodded as he squeezed your hand before standing and walking out of the room quietly. Looking over your skin, you noticed the unfamiliar clothes that covered your body, making you hum softly before looking around the room again. Rick walked into the room again with a glass of water in his hand. He walked to the side of the bed that you were on and handed you the glass, making you smile at him before taking a large drink of water. Once you were done drinking, you set the glass down on the table next to the bed. Rick returned to the chair he was sitting at sighed, watching as you laid back down.

“I get you’re doing the whole protective thing and I appreciate it. I do, but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night. You might as well come to bed,” you mutter as you push yourself up onto your forearms, watching as the man looked at you. Pain surged through your chest, making you groan and lay back down, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Peacemaker and Rick fought throughout the building, pain blossoming through each hit that he took. Rick pinned the larger man down and held a pipe to his throat, choking the man that was underneath him. Chris grabbed a tile shard from the ground and pushed it into Rick’s chest, the man releasing the pipe against Chris’ neck before the man underneath him pierced his heart. “Peacemaker. What a joke,” Rick said, the sound of his heartbeat becoming weaker and weaker in your ears until it finally stopped.

“Hey! Y/N, look at me!” Rick exclaimed, pulling you back to reality and forcing you to grab at his hands that cupped your face before you looked at him, seeing the terrified look in his eyes as he hovered above you. You watched as his head fell, a sigh of relief leaving his lips before he looked at you again. “What was that, Y/N? You scared the hell out of me.” Rick muttered, rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone softly.

“I saw everything that happened, I felt you die,” you told him softly, tears pooling in your eyes as you averted your gaze. “I heard your heart stop.” You whimpered as you closed your eyes, feeling Rick’s hands move from underneath yours as the bed began to shift. A warm hand rested on your hip, making you open your teary eyes to see Rick laying beside you, the man moving his hand to your face to wipe away a few stray tears from your cheek.

“I never knew that would happen,” he muttered softly, watching as his hazel eyes examined your face. He let out a heavy sigh before moving his hand slowly. “I’m sorry that you risked your life for me. That was never supposed to happen.” Rick told you as your eyes began to get heavy again.

“It was a choice no one could stop me from making. I knew what could happen going back into Jotunheim when it was collapsing. I wanted to save you because I couldn’t live with the fact that there was something I could do to bring you back,” you told Rick, watching as the blonde looked at you with an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read. You ducked your head and let out a yawn, lifting your head back up when it was done before closing your eyes. “I care too much about you to have let you stay in that place to be covered up and never be found.” You muttered as sleep began to take over you. Rick moved closer to you carefully and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“We can talk about everything in the morning. You need to rest,” Rick said softly, making me hum out an agreement. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He promised, which was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

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pairing: Abner Krill x Reader

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Can’t Sleep: … [2]

Damn, this is getting old.

There is no rest with Waller. Wake up, go on a mission, rest, rinse, and repeat. It was relatively early in the morning; the clock on the wall was the only indication that any time was passing. Any sunlight that was available was blocked out by walls and replaced with harsh artificial light. Taking your time getting out of bed, you observed yourself in the mirror that was embedded in the wall. You still looked a little rough from the last mission, but something tells you that Waller wouldn't care. Your clothes, or rather prison uniform, was wrinkled. As you stood up you smoothed out your shirt.

"Yellow... what an irritating color."

You were washing your face in the sink in the corner when the door opened with a loud creak. You finished rinsing your face before turning the faucet off with a sigh. It was Waller, but she had people with her. New teammates?

"This is (Y/n) (L/n), also known as Mimic. As the name implies, they can mimic almost anything. Every good team needs someone who specializes in stealth."

"Why the fuck do they get to wear different colored clothes? We running a fashion show here? Not to mention all the security 'round this cell," a voice I've never heard say. It was deep and rather soothing.

"It's a safety precaution," Waller answered. "We can't have a shapeshifter steal someone's identity and escape, so when they leave their cell they are constantly monitored. Their clothes are made out of a special material. That way they will always be visible, even when invisible."

"They can turn invisible?"

Ignoring the question, Waller called out, "Let's go (L/n). You've got a new mission."

Shuffling out of the cell, you were greeted with the sight of Christopher—Peacemaker—and Cleo—Ratcatcher II—as well as an unknown man and giant humanoid shark.

"How's it going, (L/n)?" Peacemaker asked, "Long time no see."

"Yeah yeah, it's as good as being in prison can be," you answered with a wave of your hand. "Cleo! Nice to see you," you smiled.

Cleo let out a small laugh before yawning. Sebastian waved his paw towards you in greeting.

Waller led the almost finished team towards another wing of the building before abruptly stopping in front of a cell.

"And finally, we have Abner Krill."

"What's that 'round his neck?" Bloodsport, or rather Robert DuBois you learned, asked.

Abner was standing in his cell with a bulky collar while waiting patiently to get it removed.

'He's cute,' you noted.

As he looked at his new team, his eyes fell on you. You visibly saw his breath hitch as he stared in your direction. You knitted your eyebrows in a questioning manner before turning your attention to Waller when she started talking again.

"A power dampener. They call him the Polka Dot Man."

Peacemaker scoffs. "Polka Dot Man. What's he do, throw polka dots at people?"

"Chris, you don't even have any powers so you can't talk," you scoffed back.

Before he could retort, Calendar Man made a rude comment towards the aloof man getting his collar removed, who, in return, looked down dejectedly. You felt a little bad. Calendar Man, or rather Julian Day, was honestly a laughing stock among the villains he associated himself with, so it was rather egotistical of him to make that comment.

"We need to debrief," Waller announced as she turned and walked away.

Before you went to debrief, she ordered everyone to change into their combat outfits. You each got to change into a small room, so that helped not making things potentially awkward. Your outfit was relatively simple and not attention grabbing; the opposite of Polka Dot Man. When walking out of the dressing rooms, Abner seemed to shrink into himself. Seeing you look at him, he let out a little laugh of embarrassment before gesturing to his attire.

With a playful smile, you laughed out, "I like it, I think it's cute," to which Abner responded with a blush dusting his face along with a bashful look.

"Everyone follow me," Waller announced with a loud authoritative voice.

She led everyone to a conference room before standing on a stage. Everyone seated themselves, you next to Cleo in the front, before Waller turned on the presentation. Unbeknownst to you, Krill had his eyes on you in curiosity.

"Corto Maltese is a small island nation off the coast of South America," Waller began. "Over the past 100 years, the country has been ruled with an iron fist by-" with a click the screen changed, "-the Herrera family. But, a week ago, this guy," click, "-General Silvio Luna, along with his right hand man, Mayor General Mateo Suarez," click, "-took control of the Corto Maltese government in a violent military coup. The entire Herrera family were hanged in a public execution," with another click a video started playing. Your jaw dropped a little at the sight. Waller continued, "Although the United States did not condone the excesses of the Herrera regime, they were non-antagonistic toward the U.S. Luna, however, is virulently anti-American."

"So you want us to kill Luna?" Peacemaker spoke out.

"No," Waller answered simply before resuming with another click. "This is Jotunheim. A scientific experimentation facility containing something known only as Project Starfish. Our intelligence sources tell us that Starfish is extraterrestrial in origin. In the hands of the Luna regime, it is potentially cataclysmic for Americans and the world." You could hear Abner shuffling in his seat uncomfortably. "Your mission is to infiltrate Jotunheim and destroy every trace of Project Starfish."

"How're we supposed to get in?" DuBois asked. A click was swiftly followed.

"Gaius Grieves, the Thinker, is a geneticist in charge of Project Starfish. After hours, he hangs out at a gentlemen's club known as La Gatita Amable. Get Grieves to help you by whatever means necessary and he can get you into Jotunheim." With one last click, the presentation was turned off. "Any questions?"

"What is that?" Ratcatcher II asked while pointing at a piece of old machinery sitting off to the side.

"That is an overhead projector."

"Do you ever use it anymore?"

"No, not really."

"So, why don't you just throw it away?"

With a sigh, Waller called on Peacemaker.

"Starfish is a slang term for butthole. Think there's any connection?"

You let out a loud laugh at the unexpectedness of the question.

"No," Waller answered before calling on Nanaue, who you learned was the shark from Chris.

"Hand."

You turned around to see King Shark pointing at his hand, fin, paw thing. You weren't too sure.

"Yes, that is your hand, Nanaue, very good."

"We're all gonna die," Bloodsport commented.

Polka Dot Man responded with, "I hope so." It was the first time you heard him speak; he had a nice and gentle voice. You liked it.

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A Siren Song

Pairing: Robert Dubois/ Bloodsport x Reader

A/N: so I just finished watching the new Suicide Squad for the second time and I’m even more obsessed now than I was the first time I watched it. It’s a brilliant film with actually good humor, a non-sexualizing and actually empowering view on Harley Quinn (that leg scene?? y'all-), the rats?? Rat-catcher 2?? THE SHARK?? FLAG?? Who looked really good in this movie, he might be another contender for a story as well as Harley Quinn so lmk ;) but Bloodsport immediately piqued my interest because it’s Idris Elba and he’s gorgeous, I loved the complexities of his character and I want to write for him and no one else has done it yet?? so shoutout to @honey-im-emotional​​ for the support and push to do it! also love The Bodyguard movie, helped with the inspo <3 and i’m so sorry all of my stories are similar but I HAVE A TYPE enjoy and feedback is always appreciated loves and there will be SPOILERS so be warned, also if you want a Harley one next lmk ;) (it’s so long I’m so sorry lol)

Summary: You’re a highly targeted member of the royal family, the last in your line. Bloodsport is hired to be your bodyguard to both watch and assassinate the men after you. He believes it’s below his pay-grade, but reluctantly agrees, doing so to the best of his abilities. But the closeness brings more intimacy than you two expected, and sparks fly.

Warnings: foul language, sexual content, smut, choking, light bdsm, fluffy fluff, dirty dancing, dirty talk, violence and bad guys getting murdered, mentions of Harley x Reader (y’all sexy dance and kiss), reader likes women, dom! Bloodsport, age gap, alcohol consumption, jealousy, heavy kissing, slight angst, just a good time honestly

Word Count: 3,825

You dangle from the ceiling with your aerial silk, fitting your leg in the loop you’ve created, and dangling upside down. The rope wraps around your waist as you hang gracefully from your marble walls, flying. Your friend Harley Quinn taught you how to do this years ago, it now being your favorite form of exercise and relaxation when you need a moment to clear your head. 

As you lightly spin, twirling and dancing in the air with your chandelier reflecting light everywhere, a dazzling fairy floating in a sea of stars. You hear footsteps approach and move to hang upside down, facing towards the grand door. Robert Dubois, a.k.a Bloodsport, walks forward to stand directly in front of you. 

You have known him a few weeks or so now, him having to watch your every move and tracking down your family’s killers. He stands and meets your eyes as you dangle, hair falling below you.

“Hi,” you giggle, face flushed with heat. “I probably look ridiculous right now.”

He composes himself so he doesn’t crack a smile, but you see his lips twitch when he speaks, “No, Mrs. y/l/n.”

“I have a first name, you know,” you grin widely. “I’m younger than you, which hardly warrants such a professional title.”

“My apologies, y/n,” he fixes himself.

“It’s alright,” you ease, filling him with a sense of softness he hasn’t felt in a long time. You flip and land on your feet, letting go of your silks. 

You don’t notice as his eyes glaze over your body in your sports bra and shorts, something his cold, calculated stare should never succumb to, but he does anyway and he kicks himself for doing it. You’re his client and should therefore remain as such, no conflict of interest or thoughts other than to protect. He didn’t want this job, hell, he still doesn’t know why he said yes. Maybe it was the money. Or maybe it was upon seeing you that first time, in that star-studded gown the night of a charity gala you were attending, the way the diamond littered fabric hung over your figure, absolutely dazzled. The way you looked at him and smiled, like you were used to with all the other nobles and adoring fans. But he let himself believe it was different.

He can’t do that anymore, however, because he can’t allow for any complications. And falling for his boss is certainly a complication. 

You look at him and your eyes widen with realization, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me cover up.”

You grab a tee shirt and toss it over your exercise clothes. He looks down as you do so and clears his throat. This brings a small smile to your face.  

“You called me in here,” he gestures to the necklace charm hanging around your neck that you can squeeze and send an instant distress signal whenever you need it. “What can I do for you, y/n?”

“Wanted you to spot me,” you tease, a smile overtaking your delicate features. You have a sort of stunning beauty about you that takes him by surprise every time he lays eyes on you. Which is often. You lay on your yoga mat and sit up straight with that same damned smile. 

“I’m here to do a job, y/n,” he says, his deep, honeyed voice coating the way he says your name like heat to sugar. “Not aid you in your workout routine.”

“What? Your assassin training didn’t include sit ups?” you smile, tongue in cheek.

“No, but if you need a way to kill a man with a book,” he presses a foot over both of yours as you begin to do sit ups. “Then I’m your man.”

“Yeah, you and John Wick,” you breathe out with a laugh. “And shouldn’t you be in here watching me already? Not by the door?”

“This room has no windows and no other door or entrance besides the one I was standing by. I thought you would want privacy,” he averts your gaze. “I’m sure it’s a hard thing to come by these days for a woman like yourself.”

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, blinking, “Well, you’d be right,” you tuck your hair back. “So thank you.”

He meets your eyes, bordering on a smile, “You’re welcome.”

“Is that a smile I see?” you chuckle.

The smile shines, “It was a diversion. And you failed.”

You laugh loudly, “Will the next diversion be an actual laugh?”

“Wouldn’t be a proper diversion if you knew what it was.”

You tap his feet so he’ll get the hint and let you up. You rise to your feet and dust yourself up, “I appreciate your spotting.” You press a hand to his chest and hum. Warmth radiates from your palm and he inhales sharply. “For someone who wasn’t trained, you sure are a fast learner.”

He looks at your hand and back to your eyes, heat sprouting from where your hand touches. His hand flexes at his side as he looks around the room, to the door, seeing if it’s closed. 

“I-” he cocks an eyebrow then settles. “I think I should go.”

He watches you look at him with wounded eyes, brow lowered, you open your mouth then close it. 

You nod, moving away from him, “Right.”

You move to walk away when he stops you, mouth by your ear, voice dropping an octave when he whispers, “Just so you know-” you tilt your head up almost instinctively to hear him better. “-my assassin training did include reminding people who they are when they’ve forgotten their place.”

You look up at him fully now, “You work for me, remember?”

“I work for money. And you didn’t hire me. I was employed by Mrs. Waller to keep you alive,” he cocks his head slightly. 

“So it would be frowned upon by her when you’re unable to walk if you touch me like that again.”

You couldn’t believe he had just said that. Your eyes widen and your cheeks once again heat up, blushing. Your chest gets hot when he doesn’t break the stare like he’s calling your bluff, and fuck, did he do just that. You turn away from him.

You can hear the smile in his voice, “That’s what I thought.”

~~~

“Robert said that!?” Harley exclaims, eyes wide. Her jaw is dropped as she does her mascara aggressively in the mirror. “He’s usually so...”

You tug down your tiny halter top over your head, your bright, flattering makeup complementing the colorful swirling pattern, “An empty void with no emotion?”

She nods emphatically, agreeing, “Exactly! I had no idea he had it in him?” she raises her brow and smooths down her leather black and red dress, “Or that he wanted to put it in you-”

You slap her arm, chastising, “You don’t know that. It might have been a threat to actually paralyze me in a very not sexual way.”

“I say both are arousing,” she shrugs, platinum curls bouncing.

You roll your eyes with a small smile aimed at the floor, “Anyway-” you slip a belt through your tight jeans, hitting at your waist when you cinch it in. “We should get going if we want to get to the club on time.”

She pauses. “Y/n. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

You do a double take, “You’re telling me that we shouldn’t sneak out and have a good time?”

“I know the irony is apparent,” she looks at you with a knowing stare. “But not if it means you’re in danger. Which you are.”

“I know,” you frown. “But I’ve been locked in this house for months, I miss going out and having a life. I’m tired of being coddled.”

“I know, sweetheart,” she sighs, looking past herself in the mirror to flash me a sympathetic smile. She thinks for a beat and finally spins around, “Alright, screw it, doll, let’s go paint the town.”

You buzz with excitement, grinning, “Yay! Thank you, thank you! I wonder who will be djaying...” you trail off. 

Harley’s face falls and her mouth goes in a solid, straight line, looking past your shoulder, “I don’t think anyone will be.”

You laugh, completely oblivious, “Of course there will be. There has to be music. Dancing in silence would be pretty fucking awkward.”

“This moment is pretty fucking awkward.”

“What do you mean?”

A deep, irritated voice sounds off behind you, “Because you’re not going.”

You jump out of your skin, “Shit, Robert! You scared the hell out of me!”

“You’re not going to that club,” he folds his arms over his chest. You look over him and his casual, night wear: a loose tee and low hanging joggers. You almost wipe your mouth from salivating. Your outfit elicits the same reaction.

You pinch your eyebrows together, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can. I’m tasked with protecting you.”

“Yeah. And nowhere on your job description does it say ‘become my parent’. There’s not an opening now just because I don’t have one. I am a grown ass woman and I have been a prisoner in my own home. The same home where...” you pause, a lump in your throat at the reminder of your family’s passing. You shake it off, “I’m just tired. I want a piece of my life back. You can either stay here or come. Either way I’m going.”

He gives you a quick once over and contemplates his options before dropping his arms to his sides and letting out a long exhale.

“Fine.”

You somewhat relax at his defeated tone, “Fine, what?”

He relents, “You can go, but I’m coming with you. But if anything happens to you, I’m not to be blamed. I will leave your ass in that club.”

You grin and jump up to give him a tight hug around the neck. He stiffens before slowly rubbing your back. You sink into his embrace, feeling like you were floating in water, now above the surface as he brings you back to oxygen. Harley smiles at the exchange and she winks theatrically. 

He glares. 

It’s not long before you three arrive at the club, music blaring and colorful lights flashing over the crowded floors. From his stare and intimidating aura, the club staff thought he was a bouncer and let you all in immediately. But before he was roped into working, the three of you bee-lined to the bar. 

“The prettiest and strongest drink ya got, sugar,” Harley smiles at the pretty bartender.

“And what if that’s me?” she responds, ebony hair falling onto one shoulder.

“Then I’ll have to drink you later,” Harley gives her a flirty once over and you roll your eyes.

The bartender grins and gestures towards me for my order, I answer quickly, “Scotch on the rocks.”

Robert looks at you, poorly covering his shocked expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” you look up at him.

“Didn’t peg you for a straight liquor type, Ms. y/l/n,” he finally lets his hidden laugh show through, butterflies erupting in your chest. The diversion definitely worked, whatever you were thinking about before this has immediately left you.

“Then this is going to be the first surprise of many tonight, Mr. Dubois,” you return the smug look as he orders the same thing. You both share a look.

The bartender slides you all your drinks, each of you taking a long swig for liquid courage for the night. Harley’s favorite Doja Cat song comes on and she gasps, clapping excitedly when she grabs you by the wrist, pulling you on the dance floor, “Come dance with me.”

You mouth a small ‘sorry’ to Bloodsport who you left at the bar, he shakes his head with a smile over the rim of his glass, watching you guys’ drinks. 

She dances wildly, jumping up and down, spinning to let her hair fall in many beautiful angles. She’s a powerful force and your greatest friend. She puts her arms around your neck and the two of you move in time with the music.

“So...” she motions to Bloodsport who’s being forced into a conversation with a woman at the bar. The woman puts her hand on his and he visibly shrinks back and whispers something to her that causes the most horrid look from the woman and for her to walk quickly away. You smile at the relief that interaction has brought you.

“So what?” you spin her around and pull her back.

“Quit with the good dancing, or I’m gonna fuck you myself,” she teases with a lightheaded giggle.

You smile, “We’ve tried that already, remember?”

“Too much history, I know, I know. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice...” she whispers into your neck, kissing the soft spot under your chin. Your skin heats up under her touch as she drags her hands down your sides, pulling you close to her so that you’re flush against her chest.

You give into her and kiss her slowly, her soft lips melt into your own when her hands tug in your hair. Harley and you have always had a complicated friendship, with enough sexual attraction to fuel a nuclear bomb, but not enough romantic. You love each other but not in the way you both need. You were in love with Robert and she is continuing to explore her sexuality because she likes women and so do you. So as she trails her hot mouth down your neck in the middle of dozens of bustling bodies and you lock eyes with an angry Bloodsport, you knew exactly what she was doing.

You whisper, out of breath, “Are you trying the jealousy trick?”

“It worked in college, didn’t it?” she kisses your cheek, smiling gently against your skin. “And it’s working now.”

“I think you’re just obsessed with kissing me,” you kiss her back.

“It was a win-win situation, doll,” she grins devilishly and you can’t help but agree. “So when you’re done with him, come see me. But right now, I have a sexy bartender lady to drink up.” You grip her hand and let her make her way to her next conquest.

Robert had seen the tail-end of your kiss, his deft fingers clenched around his whiskey glass. He knows he shouldn’t let this sort of thing affect him, something as juvenile and simple as jealousy. But he couldn’t stop that feeling of being stuck, unable to think about anything except the fact that it wasn’t him with his hands on you like that, lips marking you as much as he pleases. Sadness washed over him in a tidal wave and he set his glass down, about to get up to leave when he spotted a man eyeing you from the door. He looked familiar and it wasn’t just attraction he sensed in his eyes but something far more sinister.

A few more men followed suit and began making their way to you in the middle of the dance floor. He had no time to consider the facts, just to get you out of there as soon as possible. 

You feel a rough hand tug your arm and turn to face who you think to be Dubois, you smile, “Enjoy the show?”

“Very much,” an unknown voice answers, and you look up, eyes wide. “Now why don’t you come with me for a little talk, beautiful.”

“Get the fuck off of me,” you yank your arm back, slamming your heel down into the perpetrator’s foot. More men surround you on all sides, making it impossible for you to escape or use your subpar martial arts skills. Aerial yoga was a very different ballpark than kicking ass. And you were just a beginner.

You poorly punch a man in the face, only making them all angrier when you’re grabbed from all sides, being dragged towards the exit kicking and screaming. You didn’t want to be that helpless damsel in distress, but as all of these men, men you recognized from your family’s death, were surrounding you, you couldn’t breathe. Their hands felt familiar, grabbing your arms like they’d done that night before you hid in the secret door in the dining room. You had watched these faceless men through a hole in that door, stifling your cries when bullets sprayed the room your family was having dinner in. So while they were coming after you and pulling you outside, it’s all you felt. That same feeling when he wasn’t near.

Drowning.

There’s a hand that pulls you back and you watch, dazed, as Bloodsport puts every man who touched you on the ground. It’s filled with swift yet aggressive and barbaric movements, controlled, expert chaos and it happens within moments. His chest is heaving when he looks down at you and scoops you up in his arms. You’d object in any other circumstances, but this time, head against his chest and tucked in his arms, you were okay.

His voice rumbles against your side, “We’re going home.”

~~~

Harley’s tears hit your shoulder as you sympathetically pat her back.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have left,” she sniffles loudly. “I should’ve been there.”

You laugh softly, fitting your head into her shoulder, “It’s okay, Harls. It’s not your fault, there was no harm done.”

“There could have been,” she sighs. “I’m not letting you convince me to go out next time, you’re staying here forever.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Alright.”

She gets up and sniffs, wiping at her nose that’s now flushed from crying, “Good because I’m serious.”

“I know,” you laugh again, hugging yourself in a hoodie much too large for you, (because you stole it from Rick Flagg) swallowing you whole. 

Your eyes wander down the hall to where Robert is no doubt pacing around in your bedroom, the only room not laden with cameras (ironically for privacy). You kick at the floor in your fuzzy socks and think of an excuse to go check on him, even though you’re probably the last person he wants to see right now. You, frankly, don’t care.

“I’m gonna go-” 

“Check on Robert?” she finishes. “I know, honey. I was a psychiatrist, I’m not stupid.”

You crack a smile and grip her arm affectionately as you walk past her towards the bedroom. You don’t even take the risk of knocking for fear he’ll lock it and try your luck with just simply opening it. You see him, shirtless with a towel over his shoulder, a low hanging towel wrapped around his waist, while nursing his knuckles. He looks you over once you enter the room, trained eyes on you and the intimidation is definitely working already when he takes the damp towel on his shoulder and dabs the cuts on his skin.

He remains silent and you move to sit down on your bed, the awkward squeak filling the already high-tension atmosphere, thick enough to make your ears pop like you’re in an airplane too far up in the sky.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, drawing his eye. 

He hums and steps into your bathroom, washing off his hands. 

You frown at his lack of response, “Are you really going to pout this whole time? Because honestly, it’s beneath you, Robert.” You lean forward, watching as he walks out of the bathroom, still half naked, still silent. 

The silence is beginning to slowly kill you, especially when he looks this good, water droplets running down his chiseled torso from a hot shower. You didn’t let your mind wander because if the reaction your body is giving from the image before you was any indication, you want him. He walks in the room once again, mouth in an amused yet firm line. 

In actuality, he was ashamed of himself. Not so much of you. He would’ve left as that despair overcame him back in that bar. He would’ve left you there and abandoned his mission, leaving you to be hurt. If it hadn't been for those men, you could’ve been killed and it would be his fault. He alerted Waller of the attack, making up a lie about the two of you going for a walk at night and getting ambushed there rather than at a club. There’s a hit on each of those men being taken out as we speak as well as a search for their boss. Even though that still got him chewed out. He couldn’t imagine what she’d do to him if she found out the truth.

Robert walks slowly towards you, leaning against the bed frame, gesturing for you to continue. You watch him, distracted, as he wraps a bandage around his knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have kissed her to get a rise out of you, that was hurtful,” you exhale your words, quiet enough he wouldn’t be able to hear you if you weren’t within a breath of one another. You hang your head, “And it was stupid to go out in the first place when I am in this much danger. I could’ve been killed, and you could have been hurt. I’m sorry.”

He represses a laugh at the idea of him getting hurt, when the two of you both know that would never happen. But as the silence from him grows thicker, the more you start to ramble.

“Okay, this silent treatment isn’t going to work for much longer. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you need to stop.”

He gives you a look that says ‘make me’. But you both know you couldn’t if you tried, and vice versa. He thinks of you as a siren, one of those alluring creatures in old sailor tales that lured unsuspecting men to their painful deaths. As if he has no control of the way he feels about you. Which in a way he does, but he knows better. He knows better than to fall under your enchanting song, but he can’t help but be pulled beneath the surface of the water. 

Robert tenses when you move forward and the hoodie falls off one of your shoulders, revealing more of your chest, the smooth skin that lays there. 

His chest tightens when you look up at him and sigh.

“But thank you for saving me,” you say, both because you think that’s what he wants to hear but also because you mean it, you wouldn’t be here at all if he didn’t come with you.

He licks his lips and nods his head in simple recognition. He appreciated the apology, truly he did, but a part of him enjoyed the way you continued to ramble on, so he remained silent. This was an old interrogation tactic he learned when he served, keeping quiet always got people talking. He looks down at you and leans to meet your face, hands on either side of you. 

“I don’t know what else you wish for me to say,” you admit quietly, fiddling with your hands.

He didn’t know either but whatever you would say, he would listen.

“So I take it you’re not mad anymore?” you infer from his relaxed posture, heart beating out of your chest, fast enough that it catapults to your throat. 

He tilts his head down so he’s an inch before your mouth, breath fanning over your face. when he tugs you up to your feet, hands gripping the sides of your waist when he pulls you close. Your heartbeats began to sync up, chest to chest.

“I’m fucking furious, sweetheart.”

You meet his eyes, looking up in that seductive stare of yours you never knew you were capable of until him, and close the distance, kissing him lightly. His arms falter by your side and it’s the first time you’ve seen him hesitate, losing his cool. It’s the most gentle thing he’s ever experienced, everything in his life being forced, hostile, and malicious, while your soft lips against his are anything but. You kiss him like he’s not the monster he thinks himself to be. 

“Then let me make it up to you.”

“Fuck,” he grips your sides harder, palm moving to push you closer with his hand flat against the small of your back. “We shouldn’t.”

You search his face for uncertainty, but all you sense is a profound sense of clarity, in the both of you. “I know.”

“Will you regret this?”

You shake your head, hand against his cheek, “No.”

His dark eyes fall to your lips, pupils filling his dark brown irises, lust blown, “You’re so good, baby. You’re too good for me.”

Before you can tease him about the new nickname and object to that, his lips have crashed against your own. His hand slides up to cup the side of your face, drinking you in with his intoxicating kiss. You hum, content, against his feverish mouth and he opens it, vulnerable and on display. You feel his guard still up, tense and calculated, so you rest your hand against his chest. You press a kiss to his eyelid, his cheek, his nose, his chin, his jaw, his neck. He softens beneath you, groaning aloud as his hands tighten. 

“You don’t need to be afraid with me,” you whisper to him, tender fingers trailing down his shirtless chest, hot skin against hot skin. It’s enough to make you sweat.

He exhales and captures your bottom lip with his own, holding your face in both of his hands. The kiss grows heated and rushed, like you’re running out of time, as if at any moment those men would come back and find you and take you away from him again. His tongue expertly works with your own, licking the pout of your bottom lip, and coaxing you open. He slides his hand down between your legs, dipping his finger to find the slick in the middle of your thighs. You moan into his mouth, his other hand at the back of your neck when he buries his face in your shoulder. He kisses you there, the crook where your neck meets your collarbone, that damned sensitive spot. You succumb to his touch. His beard tickles your skin and you gasp when he sucks hard, a bruise forming.

You breathe a laugh, “Everyone will see if you leave a mark,” you tug on his hair when you thread it through his coarse curls. 

He falls under your spell and there’s something so ironically beautiful about this trained assassin with a heart of gold and the scars to show for it, being so open with you.

His hands, his entire life, have been forced to be instruments of death and violence. But as they slide down your figure, holding your face, and pulling you into him, they’re his greatest gift. He’s surprisingly tender with you. 

But then he has enough and pushes you down on the bed, arms trapping you on both sides.

He responds bluntly, “I don’t care.”

You part your legs for him and he releases a shaky breath. He slowly unzips your sweatshirt and it falls off you just as you do the same and tug his towel down. Both of you are bare before the other as you take a moment to drink each other in. You were just as, if not more, beautiful than he imagined you to be. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly as his hand drapes down the line of your figure. He touches you how someone would handle a glass vase filled with flowers. 

You take his face in both of your hands and kiss him, “So are you.” 

“I don’t think you know what you do to me, baby.” His hand finds your breast and squeezes while he kisses your neck.

You moan when he uses his other hand to grip your neck, thumb against your pulse point, “If it’s anything like how I feel right now, then yes, I do.”

He lifts his head up to watch your face as he chokes you, softly so he doesn’t hurt you but hard enough to play with your breath. His thumb opens your mouth and your legs tremble. 

“So I take it you’re into choking, my love?” You nod excitedly, unable to speak, and his grip tightens. 

You let out a squeak and he releases, face etched with worry, kissing your neck where he touched you. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.” 

You shake your head and smile comfortingly, “No, baby, I’m okay. I’ll tap out if it’s too rough, I promise,” you tease.

His grumbling voice deepens, “Good... because, darling, right now all I want to do is bury my face in between those gorgeous thighs of yours.”

You inhale sharply when he opens your legs once again, looking up at you and you nod in consent.

“I need words, beautiful,” he smirks with his mouth just above your center. 

“Yes, please,” you breathe out and he responds with a swift lick to your pussy. He looks up at you and when he catches your eye, it’s as if the sensation grows stronger and your head hits your pillow.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he mumbles into you and you feel his smug smile in your thigh. His fingers dip into you as he flattens his tongue and crooks them towards himself, you grip your sheets.

“Don’t... flatter yourself,” you sigh out. “I-it’s just been awhile.”

He removes his mouth and fingers from you, “So anyone can make you feel like this?”

You enjoy the feeling you get when he looks at you like that, his eyes dark and dominant, so you play along and nod. “Yes, in fact, I’ve had better.”

He licks his lips and gets up from the bed. He opens his drawer and you sit up to look what he grabs: a belt. Your heart beats excitedly in your chest even though you know you shouldn’t be. He gets back on the bed and climbs over you.

Robert looks at you, “Hands.”

You extend them to him wordlessly, watching as he ties your wrists together and puts them over the bedpost so you’re trapped there, unable to move.

“Now,” he holds himself above you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re to stay tied up until I say so, anything like that again and they get tighter. Nod if you understand me.”

You nod emphatically. You had never seen this side of Robert before, so in control and not afraid to go too far, it was so unbelievably sexy. 

The best part was he didn’t tie it tight enough, afraid of hurting you, so you could easily slip out your hands at any moment.

He kisses, painfully slow, down your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the erect bud and you gasp, desperate to touch him. He looks up at you from you chest as he switches to the other, massaging the unattended one as he sucks, the pleasurable feeling overwhelming you. So much so you have to clench your thighs together, longing for some sort of relief for the tension building in your abdomen.

“Baby, please,” you whine, squirming beneath him.

He shuts you up with a bruising kiss while his hand slips down to enter you, two fingers in already. He pumps them in and out of you before sliding back down the expanses of your body and letting his mouth latch onto your clit. He sucks hard and you stifle a loud moan that would surely alert everyone in the home of your arousal. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. His tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks. But just before you feel that euphoric release, his actions cease and you’re left hot and flustered. 

“Robert,” you look at him with a deep frown.

He grins, “Y/n...”

You blow hair out of your eyes, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He puts his lips near your ear, “Are you ready?” You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder. 

You finally have enough, slip your hands out, and he pinches his brow, unable to hide his shock before you bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places. He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He was right, it’s the best you’ve ever had. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat. Your hair is in messy tendrils at all angles and you’ve never been more attractive.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises in your ear, placing kisses across your jaw. “Taking my cock so well.”

You whimper and his movements stiffen as he approaches release and so do you, walls tightening around him. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his expert fingers. You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, it continues on, leaving you aching and wanting more.

He rubs his knuckles over your cheek, softly and adoringly he looks at you. You tuck yourself into his arms under the blankets. Everything you both have wanted for a long time, laying right in front of you.

“Still want to make me not walk?” you tease, looking up at him.

He kisses your eyelids and you giggle, “Fuck yes.”

Part 2?

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #rick flagg #bloodsport #bloodsport x reader #robert dubois x reader #robert dubois #idris elba #suicide squad #suicide squad 2 #dc #dc smut #dc fanfiction #fanfiction #smut

[ginnyweaslays]

80 Books White People Need to Read

Here’s my next list! All links are now for Barnes and Noble! If you are interested in finding Black-owned bookstores in your area, check out this website: https://aalbc.com/bookstores/list.php ; I also have additional resources regarding Black-owned bookstores on my Instagram (@books_n_cats) if you are interested! As always, please continue to add books to these lists! ((please circulate this one as much as the LGBT one, these books are incredibly important)).

White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack by Peggy McIntosh

Killing Rage: Ending Racism by bell hooks

Where We Stand: Class Matters by bell hooks

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks About Race by Jesmyn Ward

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

Rethinking Incarceration: Advocating for Justice That Restores by Dominique DuBois Gilliard

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forget by Mikki Kendall

Rise of the Warrior Cop: The Militarization of America’s Police Forces by Radley Balko

Open Season: Legalized Genocide of Colored People by Ben Crump

The Black and the Blue: A Cop Reveals the Crime, Racism, and Injustice in America’s Law Enforcement by Matthew Horace and Ron Harris

From the War on Poverty to the War on Crime: The Making of Mass Incarceration in America by Elizabeth Kai Hinton

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Y. Davis

They Can’t Kill Us All: Ferguson, Baltimore, and a New Era in America’s Racial Justice Movement by Wesley Lowery

White Rage: The Unspoken Truth of Our Racial Divide by Carol Anderson

A Promise And A Way of Life: White Antiracist Activism by Becky Thompson

White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism by Robin DiAngelo

Disrupting White Supremacy From Within edited by Jennifer Harvey, Karin Ac. Case and Robin Hawley Gorsline

How to Be an Anti-Racist by Ibram X. Kendi

Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About Race by Reni Eddo-Lodge

Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?: And Other Conversations About Race by Beverly Daniel Tatum

So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

Uprooting Racism: How White People Can Work for Racial Justice by Paul Kivel

Witnessing Whiteness by Shelly Tochluk

Race Talk and the Conspiracy of Silence: Understanding and Facilitating Difficult Dialogues on Race by Derald Wing Sue

Towards the Other America: Anti-Racist Resources for White People Taking Action for Black Lives Matter by Chris Crass (be advised, this came out in 2015 and is not up to date with current events obviously)

Understanding White Privilege: Creating Pathways to Authentic Relationships Across Race by Frances Kendall

The Possessive Investment in Whiteness: How White People Profit from Identify Politics by George Lipsitz

Waking Up White, and Finding Myself in the Story of Race by Debby Irving

How I Shed My Skin: Unlearning the Racist Lessons of a Southern Childhood by Jim Grimsley

Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America by Ibram X. Kendi

White Like Me: Reflections on Race from a Privileged Son by Tim Wise

Benign Bigotry: The Psychology of Subtle Prejudice by Kristin J. Anderson

America’s Original Sin: Racism, White Privilege, and the Bridge to a New America by Jim Wallis

Biased: Uncovering the Hidden Prejudice That Shapes What We Say and Do by Jennifer L. Eberhardt

Raising White Kids by Jennifer Harvey

Stamped: Racism, Antiracism, and You by Jason Reynolds and Ibram X. Kendi

The Guide for White Women who Teach Black Boys by Eddie Moore Jr, Ali Michael, and Marguerite Penick-Parks

What White Children Need to Know About Race by Ali Michael

White By Law by Ian Haney Lopez

Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

My Soul Is Rested: The Story of the Civil Rights Movement in the Deep South by Howell Raines

Race Matters by Cornel West

American Lynching by Ashraf H.A. Rushdy

Fatal Invention: How Science, Politics, and Big Business Re-Create Race in the Twenty-First Century by Dorothy Roberts

White Flight: Atlanta and the Making of Modern Conservatism by Kevin Kruse

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color edited by Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Me and White Supremacy: Combat Racism, Change the World, and Become a Good Ancestor by Layla F. Saad

Racism Without Racists by Eduardo Bonilla-Silva

The Possessive Investment in Whiteness: How White People Profit From Identity Politics by George Lipsitz

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins

When Affirmative Action Was White: An Untold History of Inequality in Twentieth-Century America by Ira Katznelson

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

Habits of Whiteness: A Pragmatist Reconstruction by Terrance MacMullan

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper

Sister Citizen: Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America by Melissa V. Harris-Perry

Heavy: An American Memoir by Kiese Laymon

I’m Still Here: Black Dignity in a World Made for Whiteness by Austin Channing Brown

An African American and Latinx History of the United States by Paul Ortiz

Blueprint for Black Power: A Moral, Political, and Economic Imperative for the Twenty-First Century by Amos N. Wilson

The Man-Not: Race, Class, Genre, and the Dilemmas of Black Manhood by Tommy J. Curry

Freedom Is A Constant Struggle by Angela Davis

Your Silence Will Not Protect You by Audre Lorde

Locking Up Our Own: Crime and Punishment in Black America by James Forman

The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism by Edward E. Baptist

The Price for Their Pound of Flesh: The Value of the Enslaved, From Womb to Grave, in the Building of a Nation by Daina Ramey Berry

Slavery by Another Name: The Re-enslavement of Black Americans from the Civil War to World War II by Douglas A. Blackmon

The Condemnation of Blackness: Race, Crime, and the Making of Modern Urban America by Khalil Gibran Muhammad

The Color of Law: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America by Richard Rothstein

The Origins of the Urban Crisis: Race and Inequality in Postwar Detroit by Thomas J. Sugrue

From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

Give Us the Ballot: The Modern Struggle for Voting Rights in America by Ari Berman

One Person, No Vote: How Voter Suppression is Destroying our Democracy by Carol Anderson

Antiracism: An Introduction by Alex Zamalin

The Racial Healing Handbook: Practical Activities to Help You Challenge Privilege, Confront Systemic Racism, and Engage in Collective Healing by Anneliese A. Singh

Chokehold: Policing Black Men by Paul Butler

Democracy in Black: How Race Still Enslaves the American Soul by Eddie S. Glaude

Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon to White America by Michael Eric Dyson

Things That Make White People Uncomfortable by Michael Bennett

When They Call You a Terrorist: A Black Lives Matter Memoir by Patrisse Khan-Cullors

#books #booklr #white privilege #black lives matter #text #nonhp #two more to go after this one! #again please circulate and reblog this one too! #the LGBT list got so much attention #but please pay attention to these books as well #and there's no way this list shows up in any tags #because of the links #so reblogs are very important!!!

[kyberphilosopher]

Important Information

Rules:

I am a minor. As such, smut can not be requested and can not be written. As a compromise, smutty themes can be used as overtones or undertones, often vaguely or simply eluded to. But pure smut? Not for a few months, which is when I’ll be 18. Sorry horndogs. 

Please request through the submission inbox, or my direct messages. Further more, be polite. Be clear. If I ask a question to clear something up, answer it. Don’t let it dangle. I will always ask if there’s anything else you so desire (a word count, any details) so please tell me if there’s nothing else or if there is. English is also not my first language. 

Do not request something against canon. I have written like that before and did not enjoy that. This means if something is considered canon, say Star Wars, such as a line of dialogue or something shown on screen, I would refuse to write you into it. I feel that it distorts the fiction so much you wouldn’t really be in it, and the characters wouldn’t be themselves anymore. Allow me to write you into the world as a side character, as something not shown directly but something that could fit into canon. 

Some fictional characters have different versions of them. For example, Movie Anakin Skywalker, and the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker. Ben Affleck Batman, or Christian Bale Batman? Or even, Comic Accurate Batman? Specify for me. If not specified after asking for it, I will write the character with headcanon information pulled from multiple ‘canon’ sources. This will be referred to as ‘headcanoned canon’.

Reblog my stuff? Absolutely. I see all my reblogs. But take it an post it to a different site? No. Don’t do that. Maybe I’ll spread over to Ao3 one day, but for now, please don’t. 

Last one I can think of for now. But luckily this can be updated over time. I don’t write drabbles. I know! But just imagine all the times you’ve read a fic so good, only for it to end so soon. I like the thought of writing something both high quality and high quantity, which means I won’t be satisfied with anything under 2,000 words. Unfortunately, this may sometimes come at the expense of time. Especially if what you requested doesn’t fit into my current hyperfixation. 

List of Characters I’ve Written, or Am Open to Writing:

Aayla Secura, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Ahsoka Tano, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Asaaj Ventress, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Books)

Boba Fett, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies and The Mandalorian)

Bodhi Rook, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Bo-Katan Kryze, Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian)

Cal Kestis, Star Wars (Jedi: Fallen Order, Beginning and End of Game)

Cassian Andor, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Darth Maul, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Din Djarin, Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

Finn, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Jyn Erso, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Leia Skywalker, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies)

Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Padme Amidala, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Poe Dameron, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rey, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rex, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

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Batman, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Bane, DC Comics (Games)

Barry Allen/The Flash, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Black Canary, DC Comics (Birds of Prey Live Action Movie)

Bruce Wayne, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Catwoman/Selina Kyle, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon)

Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, DCEU (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, DCEU (Live Action)

Conner Kent/Superboy, DC Comics (Titans, All Animated)

Damian Wayne, DC Comics (Animated and Injustice)

Dick Grayson, DC Comics (Titans, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, All Versions)

Harley Quinn, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated Versions)

Jason Todd/Red Hood, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Titans, All Versions)

Katana, DC Comics (2016 Suicide Squad Live Action Movie)

Poison Ivy, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Tim Drake/Red Robin, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Raven, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, All Animated, All Comics, All Titans)

Robert Dubois/Bloodsport, DC Comics (DCEU Live Action)

Scarecrow/Johnathon Crane, DC Comics(All Live Action, Arkhamverse, Headcanoned Canon)

Starfire/Koriand’r, DC Comics (Titans, All Comics, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Superman/Clark Kent, DC Comics (Cavill’s Live Action, All Animated, All Comics)

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Annie Leonhardt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Bertholdt Hoover, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3)

Carla Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Pre Beginning)

Eren Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Hanji Zoe, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Jean Kirchstein, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Marco Bodt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1)

Mikasa Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Moblit Berner, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Sasha Braus, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

L Lawliet, Death Note (Season 1)

Ryuk, Death Note (Season 1)

Touta Matsuda, Death Note (Season 1)

Raye Penber and Naomi Matsura (Season 1, Pre Beginning, Throuple Headcanon Canoned)

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Connor RK800, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Mid and Post Game)

Chloe RT600, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Gavin Reed, Detroit: Become Human (Mid and Post Game)

Kara AX400, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

Luther TR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre and Post Game)

Markus RK200, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Nines RK900, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

North WR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Other Worlds and Fandoms Coming Soon. 

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What You Can Expect From Me:

Fanfiction

Headcanons- While I’d consider all of my fanfiction headcanons, I’m referring to those little bullet point things you’ll see writers do. Here’s my deal on that. I won’t do romantic headcanons for the characters listed above. By that I mean you won’t see anything titled, “How Poe Dameron Would Cuddle”, or anything of that sort. But you probably will see just my own little headcanons for fun. Like, little fun facts. You know, “Superman’s favorite food is ____”, “Nines hates rats”.

However, I will write romantic headcanons for my OC’s. But that’s for later.

Further regarding fanfiction, I typically write angst. Not sure why, it’s just what I started with because I thought the plots were strongest and I wanted to see where I could take it. Like I said, no smut, but you’ll find allusions to it. Fluff? Yeah, it’s there. Hard for me to write fluff without a plot, but it does exist on my page. 

Original Stories

Most people ignore this, but if you see that I’ve posted it won’t always be something regarding your favorite character. I write my own little stories that’s basically just glorified, book length headcanons for a few worlds, but mostly the Star Wars galaxy. Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay attention to it if you don’t want. It’s something I do in my spare time besides x readers and oneshots. 

Spontaneous Posting

What I mean by this, is that unlike a lot of writers, I don’t work on a schedule. There’s no “once a week posting”, or anything like that. What I finish and give the okay to, is posted. If you’ve requested something, I’ll let you know that it’s about to go out. So sometimes a burst of fics may be pumped out in a week, or none will for up to a month.

Going by EST, I typically am most active at night and early morning. Especially in the summer. During fall this may change.

I rarely put out a post that is unrelated to my writings. If it is related to my personal life instead, it will be posted, but not saved. Documented and available, but never pinned or anything. 

FAQ:

Do you write queer pairings?

Yes. My earlier works usually elude to a female reader and it’s blaringly obvious, though it’s shifting into androgyny for ease of reader. I would prefer to have an androgynous reader instead of a set in stone male or female one. 

Am I reading a queer fanfic written by a straight person?

You are not. I am androgynous myself in terms of gender and unlabeled in terms of sexuality. 

Do you write for poc?

This question shocks me, though I’ve gotten it twice. Then I realized- it’s because so many writers forget the point of a reader. The reader may be described as blonde, or white, or thin, or female. You will not find that here. There will be no set in stone appearance for the reader except for mentions of whatever hair you may possess (apologies to those without hair). There will be no talk of ‘light skin’, or ‘curvy figure’. The farthest I’ll go is describing you as pale, if say, you were sick. Because any race or skin tone can go pale, you know? The only thing I’d do- rarely- is give you a real age. But only to further the plot if needed.

 My point is, ‘Y/N’ is not just a pretty white person with long hair. It’s inclusive to anyone. I’ll stand by that. 

Do you write headcanons?

Answered in the above section. Long story short, I’m working on it, but on my terms. 

Do you write song fics?

I haven’t before. Why? They make me cringe. I don’t know why. I’ll write a fic based on a song, or with undertones of a song. But those little paragraphs with the lyrics that aren’t even in time with what you’re reading if you were to read and listen at the same time? I don’t think so. 

Do you know what sex is?

I do. 

Will you have e-sex with me in the direct message chatbox?

I will not. 

Why do you write on tumblr?

I started writing just to share an old word document with over 300 pages worth of an Original Star Wars story. I tried my hand at fanfiction because, while I don’t read it often myself, I know a lot of people do. It helps them escape reality. And, I’m a pretty good writer, I think. At least I can only get better. I’m just one more person trying to put something out for people to enjoy, and maybe even rely on. 

Will you ever write for real people?

If I ever wrote a fanfiction about Christian Bale or like Barack Obama I think I would just disappear. I can’t do it. It’s like warping my own reality. 

How often do you post?

I don’t know. 

Do you have a taglist?

I did! But only for Star Wars. If you want to be tagged in something, let me know. But you have to be specific. Just for a certain character? For a certain fandom? A certain plot? Just og stories? Be clear. 

Dynamics I Enjoy Writing:

Man simps for person who almost wants nothing to do with them. 

Hero simps for villain or villain simps for hero despite the obvious consequences.

Two jokesters destroy some area while left alone together. May get along better than they would admit. 

Two people who are not expected to get along, get along well. 

Hero and villain are best friends but won’t admit it.

Basically if I’m left to my own mind most of my fics will fall under one of these dynamics. Not always- definitely not always. But I kinda like them. 

Numbers:

800-273-8255 USA National Suicide Hotline

1 (300) 22 4636 Australia Suicide and Anxiety Line

1 [phone]  Canada Suicide Hotline

800-810-1117 China Suicide Hotline

0145394000 France Suicide Hotline

08001810771 Germany Suicide Hotline

8888817666  India Suicide Hotline

810352869090 Japan Suicide Hotline

0078202577577 Russia Suicide Hotline

08457909090 UK Suicide Hotline

4408457909090 Ireland Emergency Hotline

1-800-656-4673 US National Sexual Assault Hotline

741-741 National Panic Hotline (for people who prefer to text)

Anything else? 

Nope. Can’t think of anything. We’ll see if anything changes. Thanks for checking it out. 

Header Credits to: @moonknights​

[lacontroller1991]

Trained for Sin (Rick Flag x PlatonicChild!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​ @artemis-cr0ck​ @yelenas-lova​

Requested by @phoenixofthevalley : Could you do a fic with a child reader or oc where they're new on the team and after the new team "saves" Rick from the freedom fighters, the child and Rick bond and Rick is pissed off that Waller put a literal child on the team and Is very protective of them. Maybe the child has sharp claws and kind of acts like an animal

Author's Note: I hate peacemaker too, if I could I would kill him. Also for this I'm gonna kind of base it off of Ratcatcher 2 and Bloodsport's relationship and maybe up the age of the child to an late tween (14ish). Also sorry this is late but I hope you enjoy!!!!

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood, Guts, CHARACTER DEATH, murder, TW absent father, Gore

The soft sand filled in your shoes as you walked on the beach next to your team. You mindlessly wrapped your fingers in your hair as you tried to wring out the water before Waller’s voice echoed through your ear.

“Task Force X, you have a new objective. You are to rescue Colonel Rick Flag. I’ve sent his cords. You are to execute his captors with extreme prejudice.” You looked at your team in confusion but most of them didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Yes, you may be a criminal, but you still have a conscience.

“Alright, we’ll camp here for tonight. In the morning we will get Colonel Flag and then continue our objective,” Bloodsport, or Robert DuBois spoke firmly as you curled into a ball waiting for sleep to take you.

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You watched in disgust as Bloodsport and Peacemaker walked through the camp, making a game of who could kill the most. You never liked killing, using it only as a last resort when you needed to, but something about the way both of them were making a competition out of it sickened you to your stomach. Your ears perked up as a branch behind you snapped, alerting you of a potential assailant. Turning around, you lodged your claws into the man’s neck, him freezing in place as the blood began spurting out from where your claws had pierced him.

“So that’s what you do,” a soft accent noted as you looked over to Cleo who held Sebastian on her shoulder.

“No, it’s one of the things I can do. My ears make it easy for me to hear and move out of the way before something comes at me. These claws are just for an extra layer of protection.” She nodded in response as you continued to stalk toward the tent. Stopping in front of it, you could hear laughing coming from inside before DuBois ripped open the curtain revealing a lady and a shirtless man, who you were assuming is Colonel Flag.

“DuBois?”

“Flag.”

“The hell are you doing here?” He asked, eyes scanning over the group before landing on your smaller frame, his eyes doing a double take, “is that a child?”

“We’re here to save you. And this is Lion, they’re on our team,” DuBois replied before looking at the table, “is that tea?”

You sat outside of the tent as Rick and Sol Soria looked around, Rick apologizing profusely for the loss that Soria just had. Breaking away from the conversation, Rick made his way toward you before taking a seat next to you.

“How old are you, kid?” He asked with concern and disgust that Waller would even consider putting a kid on the Suicide Squad.

“14, sir. My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you introduced as you stuck out a hand that had indents from where your claws were retracted. Shaking it lightly, Rick looked at you, most specifically your ears.

“What do you do?” Giving him a dry laugh, your claws extended from your hands as they shone in the light.

“Well, I can climb up really high and have enhanced hearing. I can fit into smaller places and these are to kill someone if needed,” you replied with hesitancy as he gave a slight nod, understanding where you’re coming from.

“So how did you end up in Waller’s grasp?”

“My dad gave me up to Ms. Waller,” Rick’s eyes widened at the thought of a father giving up their child, “I killed someone two years ago. But they deserved it. They were beating on some cats and it just set me off I guess. Like an urge. Ever since then I’ve been in that prison.”

“That’s horrible, kid. I’m sorry you went through that,” he replied with sorrow as you shrugged your shoulders and leaned back, letting the sun hit your face.

“It’s whatever. I don’t really miss my dad. He was never really around emotionally after my mom passed away and his trauma from his job made everything harder.”

“What did he do?”

“He was a special ops officer, I think. He went to West Point and then Afghanistan to do whatever. Never was the same coming home, according to my mom at least,” you commented as he stared at you, his dad sounding too much like a friend of his he had when he was in the Green Berets.

“What’s his name?”

“You sure do ask a lot of questions Colonel Flag.”

“Rick is fine. What’s his name?”

“Poe,” you replied with curiosity in your eyes as Rick gaped his mouth at you before calling Bloodsport over.

“Did you know this is Poe’s kid?”

“Poe David?”

“Yeah, Poe David,” he laughed as DuBois looked down at you with interest.

“Fucking hell, didn’t know he could have a kid,” DuBois retorted as you looked between the two men.

“Do you know him?”

“Yeah, we worked with him for a little bit. He was a good soldier,” Rick voiced before noting the way you shrunk into yourself, “but doesn’t make him a good dad,” offering you a small smile, he patted you on the shoulder before leaving you alone in your own world.

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You looked through the small pile of clothes that Sol had provided for the gang, trying to see if there was anything you could wear.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A gravely southern voice asked as you looked up from the pile to see Rick wearing a yellow shirt and a pair of pants that was probably a size too small.

“I’m looking for clothes, you know, to help you guys.”

“Kid, you can’t. For one, you’re only twelve. They wouldn’t let you in. Secondly, I want you to stay with Sol. Just for now. I’ll come back and get you when this is over,” he stated as you stared at him dubiously.

“Waller will have my head. I have to go with you guys,” he shook his head with his hands on his hips.

“I don’t want you there. You’re a kid, it’s way too dangerous.”

“I’m going. I have nothing else to live for anyways,” you uttered, hoping off of the log and making your way over to the van, deciding to help Cleo out with an outfit.

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Rick was right. You had underestimated how dangerous this mission actually was. After all, this was your first mission and you clearly did not have a full understanding of what you were actually supposed to do. You were currently placing explosives on the walls with Peacemaker and Nanaue when you noticed that Peacemaker was stalking off, after Rick, Cleo and Gaius. Not giving it a thought, you continued placing the explosives on the walls before you moved up a level and repeating the process. When you got to the fourth level, your skin tingled, ears twitching and gut turning. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Looking ahead of you, you saw that the others were way ahead of you. If you slipped out now, you were sure they wouldn’t notice. Turning around, you ran down the stairs and followed the scent of Peacemaker, which took you to an underground lab. Looking around, you saw numerous people with starfish covering their faces behind bars. You plugged your nose tightly as you tiptoed through the lab, making sure that you couldn’t be heard. Rounding a corner, you saw Cleo holding Sebastian and you saw Rick and Peacemaker standing across from each other.

“They experimented on children!” Rick shouted as the building rumbled, dust floating around you before a bigger explosion threw you back, burying you in rubble. With your ears ringing, you tried to straighten out your vision while tugging on your legs. Looking down, you saw a big piece of concrete trapping your legs beneath it. As you took a deep breath, you placed your hands on the lip of the concrete and used all of the strength you could muster up to move it slightly, just enough for your small frame to get out from underneath it. Once you escaped the chunk of concrete, your ears picked up on some grunting coming from in front of a pile of rubble. Walking toward the pile, you took a quick sniff, the scent of blood, Peacemaker and Rick the most prominent in that area. Rick. Looking at the pile of rubble, you scouted a small little slot that led to the other side where the two men were.

“Fuck, I hate doing this,” you mumbled before shrinking yourself enough to crawl through the hole. As you neared the other side, you could see two pairs of feet shuffling around as the grunts and impact of metal against skin amplified in your ears. Crawling out of the other side, you grew back to your normal size and saw Rick being thrown against a grain machine, Christopher easily picking him up and doing it again. As quickly as you could, you unsheathed your claws and slid between Christopher’s legs, slicing through his achilles as he let out a groan of pain before falling to his knees. Running toward Rick, you noticed his eyes had a flash of terror as a hand shot out and grabbed one of your legs, pulling you down and dragging you back toward Peacemaker’s body. Getting up on top of you, Christopher held a metal grate against your throat, choking you.

“Get off of them!” Rick shouted before tackling Christopher off of you while you took a deep breath. After regaining your breath, you crawled back to your feet and jumped on Christopher’s back, claws right on his jugular veins.

“Get off of him or else I will rip your throat out,” you threatened as Christopher paused while Rick looked up at you and slightly shook his head, silently begging you not to do what you were about to do.

“Kid, you can’t do shit,” Chrostopher mocked, arms quickly trying to throw you off, but not getting a good grip.

“I warned you,” you stated, digging your claws into his veins and puncturing through them to reach the Carotid arteries. He started choking as his hands went up around his throat, blood spurting out and onto Rick’s face, who quickly closed his eyes and turned his head to the side to avoid Peacemaker’s blood going into his mouth. With a final grasp, you withdrew your hands from around his throat as pieces of artery stuck to your claws, Christopher collapsing onto Rick and bleeding out. Getting off of Peacemaker’s back, you pushed him off of Rick before offering the Colonel a hand. Hoisting him up, he just looked at you in shock.

“You’re way stronger than you look,” he commented while trying to wipe the blood off of his face.

“It’s the genetic encoding. Gives me enhanced everything really,” you replied, picking off the pieces of arterial lining from your claws before eyeing a gun. Walking toward the weapon, you picked it up and cocked it, not bothering to look over to your commander as you made your way back to Peacemaker’s body and lodged two bullets in his head.

“For good measure,” you explained before handing the gun back to Rick, “we need to get out of here.” Walking away, you headed toward the stairs before a hand shot out and grabbed your arm. Turning around, you faced Rick who held a look of gratitude in his eyes.

“Thank you for saving me, kid. But that was too dangerous. I don’t want you to ever do something like that again,” he warned as you gave him a small smile.

“Don’t worry, Colonel. I won’t. Do you have the files?” Worry etched its way onto his face as he looked around for the hard drive that he almost just lost his life for.

“Where the fuck is it?” He asked, frantically looking around before Cleo showed up from a hole, clutching the drive in her hand.

“I have it right here, Colonel.” She announced, quickly handing it over to Rick who put it in his pants.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he remarked, before following you and Cleo out of the lab and living to fight another day.

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Time Line (Rick Flag Edition)

HEYYY BABES so I have composited a “time line” of Rick Flag’s life so to speak that I’ve been using as a reference point, so if any of you would like to use it at any point, feel free to!

NOTE: This is purely Head canon

Nov 4, 1983: Born in Washington DC and lived there up until 1992

1992 - 2001: Lives in Texola, OK for Protective Services because of his Dad (this is where we probably get the good ol’ country Rick from) **

2001: Joins West Point begrudgingly because of father, but when 9/11 happens develops the patriotism we see in the first Suicide Squad

2005: Graduates West Point, joins Army as Lt.

2008: Gets ranked Captain, starts special operations

2011: Joins a team of Seals to kill Bin Laden

2012: Qurac mission with Robert DuBois

2014: Gets ranked Lt. Col. Joins ARGUS

2015: Gets ranked Col. Meets June/ falls in love with her

2016: Whole SS Movie

2017: June breaks up with him. Relocates to Louisiana once a permanent member of Task Force X

2018: His mom (several years younger than his dad) dies of cancer, Rick puts his dad in a retirement home in Louisiana,  ***

2019: His dad bites the dust, as a way to cope, he makes fun of Waller’s shirt (this is when she decides he’s gotta go) ****

2021: Corto Maltese Mission

Additional Notes: 

- His dad was born 1925, joined WW2 in 1943 at 18 (original leader of the original Task Force X), continues missions until he meets Rick’s mom in 1976, they get married and then have Rick in 1983 (His dad would be 58)

- When they relocate to Texola, OK, its because of a threat for Rick Sr. 

- Rick Sr is very very very toxic to Rick Jr (our Rick), verbally and mentally abusive (this is all he knows how to do as he was military his whole life)

This is what drives Rick to join West Point, to prove his dad wrong, then 9/11 happens

His dad is a real ball buster

Which is why Rick is super insensitive in the first Suicide Squad movie

The reason I have him getting ranked Colonel in 2015 is because by the time he’s done with West Point, it would take approx 15 years to earn the title of Colonel, but I did speed this up to 10 years

2017-2018 are really shitty years for Rick (he was a mamas boy after all), this is when I think his turning point would be, I.E. when we start seeing the 180 change from the first SS movie to the second SS movie

Definitely put Rick making fun of Waller’s shirt in 2019 as it was a way of coping with his dad’s death and additionally I think this also makes Waller’s planning for team A more significant. The fact that she has been plotting his “death” for two years makes it more significant imo

A/N: If you guys would like to add anything, please don’t hesitate to reblog or use this. If you wanna use something specific just credit me and it’ll be great!

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