#nanaue x you

[hanasnx]

positions.

MINORS DNI 18+

NANAUE is so much larger than you, in every sense of the word. There's not a time where his size is not obvious to you. He's not shy in abusing it too, and he doesn't let you forget he's a predator first.

Pinned to your stomach, you're further nailed down with his massive hand on the back of your head, keeping your cheek on the floor as you grit your teeth. You flinch and you grunt as he fucks you from the back, grating growls spilling from his parted jaws as he takes what he wants from you. There's no plausible way for you to overpower him, unable to physically lift your head even if you writhe and muster all your strength. He's infallible, silently demanding you take it while he's snapping his hips into yours, limp body rippling like liquid from the impact.

You can't handle it, collapsing. Only for his harsh hand to yank you back up by your torso, nearly encompassing its entirety with the length of his massive hand. "Can't run from me." he grunts out.

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[reveluving]

the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” 

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time. 

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice. 

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it. 

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you." 

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that. 

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off. 

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home. 

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them. 

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.” 

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free. 

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it. 

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger. 

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement. 

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead. 

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them." 

It would do no good, but it was worth trying. 

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room. 

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene. 

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket. 

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out. 

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them. 

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys." 

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?" 

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile. 

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing." 

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy." 

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is. 

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other. 

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back." 

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back. 

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?" 

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?" 

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out. 

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings. 

“How big?” 

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants. 

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it. 

He just had to play it safe. 

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» a/n: ahh hubby rick <3 ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

#reve's quirky reverie 🕷 #— reve's reverie 🌹 #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x female reader #rick flag x f!reader #rick flag x you #rick flag imagine #rick flag fanfiction #colonel flag #colonel rick flag #colonel rick flag x reader #tss 2021 #tss #joel kinnaman #husband rick #hubby rick

[finniestoncrane]

Two Heads Are Better...

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 500 this is completely cheesy smut with no plot whatsoever but please enjoy reader and boomerang giving king shark the time of his life for no other reason than he deserves it 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, two dicks YEAH, idiot boomer my beloved

George's pace got faster and more aggressive as his own arousal grew. He was proud of himself, smugly satisfied with his skill-level, which meant even the act of giving any pleasure made him feel exponentially good about himself. Though he really did prefer getting his cock sucked rather than slobbering over someone else's dick, if he had to choose.

In the throes of his passion, and down to the fact that he had begun to grin wide, his teeth pressed down a little too hard on the sensitive skin, grazing along the head of the cock in his mouth.

"Be careful!"

The deep, booming voice was stern, disappointed more than angry.

"You do not need to approach this with violence and speed. It is not a competition, Boomerang."

Nananue took time between heavy, ecstasy laden breaths to chastise Digger. Looking up at him, George let one of Nanaue's cocks fall from his lips with a saliva enhanced 'pop', letting it bounce mid-air as strands of drool fell from it. With a familiar shit-eating grin, and his hand holding onto Nanaue's length at the base, he spoke.

"Yeah, but if it was, Sharko... who would be winning?"

George glanced at you from the sides of his eyes, smiling wide as he waited for what he hoped was the correct answer.

"I refuse to acknowledge this, although I will say that you have stopped, while your 'opponent' has continued."

Your heart fluttered at the minor semblance of praise, knowing that you were right not to get dragged in George's childish behaviour. Instead, you had kept your lips around Nanaue's second cock, bobbing your head down the length as far as you could go without gagging, knowing that the sound often upset him. You could almost see a sliver of a smile on his thin lips as you caught his stare, eyes focused on him as you holloed your cheeks and slid your own mouth down his shaft.

The moment of connection was ruined, however, by George's hand suddenly snaking up your thigh. Shooting him a sideways glance, you watched him back off immediately, hands in the air before curling one of them around Nanaue's cock and starting to stroke it.

"Alright! I just thought maybe we could all get a go! No need to be a baby about it."

In a strop, he turned back to face Nanaue's thighs, his hand listlessly stroking his cock, very little enthusiasm in his efforts now that he knew that he wasn't going to get any praise, and he certainly wasn't going to receive any pleasure in return either. In a churlish tone he mumbled some more, griping and somehow managing to stroke his ego in one swoop.

"How come he gets to have all the fun anyway... just cos he's got two. Size of mine, it would take both of you to cover it anyway."

His insolent muttering was quickly stifled as Nanaue gripped the back of George's head and pushed his mouth to his cock, which was immediately enveloped in his wide, open maw. The only way to truly get him to shut up.

#finnie writes #king shark #nanaue #suicide squad: kill the justice league #ss: ktjl #kill the justice league #suicide squad #captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang x king shark #x reader

[goddamnmuses]

GodDamnMenu

Mostly making this post because I thought up Goddamnmenu and I'm annoyed I've not used it anywhere... but Under the cut I'm gonna showcase all my potential muses.. and if anyone wants a thing from one of them either reply and let me know or send an ask being like "(muse name here) PLS!" and I'll write up a short thing. You can also just request one of my main muses too.

My main muses you can find here!

Potential Muses list:

Ken - Fandom: Barbie.

Benjamin Tennyson - Fandom: Ben 10

Kevin Levin - Fandom: Ben 10

OC: Diego Dynamic - Fandom: Cyberpunk

John Constantine - Fandom: DC

The Joker - Fandom: DC - FC not decided yet. Help welcome.

Nanaue aka King Shark - Fandom: DC - FC: King Shark.

Ted Kord aka Blue Beetle - Fandom: DC

Tim Drake aka Robin - Fandom: DC

Max Goof - Fandom: Disney - No live action FC yet.

OC: The Blacksmith - Fandom: Doctor Who - FC: Various (Depends on regeneration)

Rodrik Forrester - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Tyrion Lannister - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Andre Anderson - Fandom: Gen V / The Boys

Luigi - Fandom: Mario - No Live Action FC yet (Possibly Charlie Day)

Bowser - Fandom: Mario - No Live Action FC Yet (Possibly Jack Black)

Akihiro aka Daken aka Wolverine sometimes - Fandom: Marvel

OC: Benjy Parker (Alternate universe son of Peter) - Fandom: Marvel

Brian Braddock aka Captain Britain - Fandom: Marvel

Cloak of Levitation aka Levi - Fandom: Marvel

Franklin Richards - Fandom: Marvel

Marcus Milton aka Hyperion - Fandom: Marvel

Skaar - Fandom: Marvel

Katsuki Bakugo aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight - Fandom: My Hero Academia - No Live Action FC Yet

Shoto Todoroki - Fandom: My Hero Academia - No Live Action FC Yet

Vinsmoke Sanji - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Monkey D. Luffy - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Roronoa Zoro - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Saitama aka Caped Baldy - Fandom: One Punch Man - No Live Action FC Yet

Ren Amimya aka Joker - Fandom: Persona 5

Sly Cooper - Fandom: Sly Cooper - No Live Action FC Yet

Loid Forger - Fandom: Spy x Family

OC: B1-NG aka Bing - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Generic B1 Battle Droids

Cal Kestis - Fandom: Star Wars

C1-10P aka Chopper - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Chopper.

OC: CT-7473 aka Bunker - Fandom: Star Wars

Darth Maul - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Maul (Maybe Sam Witwer too?)

Savage Opress - Fandom: Star Wars

OC: Grey - Fandom: Supernatural

OC: Ryan Thompson - Fandom: The Last of us

Geralt of Rivia - Fandom: Witcher

Laszlo Cravensworth - Fandom: What we do in the shadows.

OC: Death (Personification of Death) - Fandom: None - FC: Varies but primarily : Adam Driver. OC: Pan (Greek God / Ancient Being / Inspired by Peter Pan / Some Horror-esc vibes) - Fandom: None - FC: Varies but primarily: Daniel Radcliffe

#potential muses #ooc #starter call

[brooklynislandgirl]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Tags

Tagged By: my loves @kylo-wrecked and @tangleweave Tagging: Anyone who feels like they need one more Sunday this weekend.

~*~*~*~

I. Marvel: Beta-Ray Bill, Eddie Brock/Venom, Doctor Strange, Phil Coulson, Vision, Groot, Spider-Man {Peter Parker}, Gambit, Doctor Morbius, Bucky Barnes. M'Baku {Hate the moniker of 'Man-Ape'}. Magneto. Loki. Night Crawler. Frank "Punisher" Castle. Colossus. Danny "Iron Fist" Rand. Foggy Nelson. Ghost Rider {Both Johnny Blaze and Robbie Reyes, "Caretaker" Carter Slade}. I know that's more than 10. Whatever, I do what I want. >.> II. DC: Lex Luthor, Nanaue {King Shark}, Martian Man Hunter, John Constantine, The Joker, Jonathan Crane, Morpheus {Dream of the Endless}, Death of the Endless, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Swamp Thing, Green Lantern. Cisco Ramon. Hunter Zoloman.

I absolutely blame @nightmarefuele for at least two of these.

III. Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader. Admiral Piett. Kylo Ren. Wedge Antilles. Kit Fisto. Han Solo. Chewbacca. Jocasta Nu. Darth Rivan {not to be confused with Darth Revan}. Jos Vondar. Jango and Boba Fett, and of course, all my 10,000,000,000 Clone children. No I will not be taking questions.

IV. Star Trek: Worf, Martok, Gowron, Chancellor Gorkon, Kurn, Dr McCoy, Uhura, Sulu, Chekhov, Chris Pike, Ortegas, Nurse Chapel, Geordie La Forge, Riker, Data, Lore, Chief O'Brien, Q, Benjamin Cisco, Garak, Gul Dukat, Quark. V. Firefly: Mal Reynolds, Jayne Cobb, Hobun Washburne, Zoe Washburne, Shepherd Book, Kaylee Frye, YoSafBridge, Adalai Niska, Badger, Jubal Early Take my life, take my land, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care 'cause I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me. {{My coat has always been a little...brownish.}

VI. The Walking Dead: Shane Walsh, Daryl and Merle Dixon, Michonne Hawthorne, Abraham Ford, Glenn Rhee, The Governor, Bob Stookey, Ezekiel, Dwight, Aaron, Morgan Jones. VII. Justified: Raylan, Boyd, Ava, Art, Rachel, Tim, Dewey Crowe, Johnny Crowder, Loretta McCready, Robert Quarles, Ellstin Limehouse, Mags Bennett, Devil, Jean Baptiste, Boon, Willa, Carolyn, Sweety... oh so many. VIII. Yellowstone: John, Jamie, Beth, Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Jimmy Hurdstrom, Thomas Rainwater, Mo Brings Plenty, Lloyd, Colby, Teeter, Jake, Ethan, Angela Blue Thunder, Malcolm Beck. IX. Law & Order- Alphabet Soup: Captain Cragen, Lenny Briscoe, Mike Logan, Anita Van Buren, Jack McCoy. Rey Curtis, Ed Green, Arthur Branch, Cyrus Lupo, Kevin Bernard, Frank Cosgrove, Jalen Shaw. Elliot Stabler, Olivia Benson, Odafin Tutuola, John Munch, Chester Lake, Melinda Warner, Amanda Rollins, Rafael Barba, Dominick Carisi, Peter Stone, Bobby Goran. I have seen literally every episode of the American Law & Order franchise Original, SVU, CI, OC, etc...with the first three watched multiple times. While I often wouldn't call it my most favourite show...it's probably my most favourite shows.

X. The Lord of the Rings: Boromir and Faramir, Éomer and Éowyn, Theoden King, Theodred, Gimli, Pippin, Sam, Meriadoc, Fangorn {Treebeard}, Beorn, Celebrimbor, Bard the Bowman, Dwalin, Celeborn, Denethor, Gil-Galad king, Fingolfin, The Watcher in the Water, Maedhros, Finwe, Manwe...and I could go on for years. My first true fandom as we know it {probably Arthurian Legend was my first and truest fictional love}, and one I have been faithful to for over 25 years. Honestly never please talk to me about it, because I have rabid opinions about literally everything. And lastly, I only included tv/movies here because books and rpgs would require an entire three or four Long Ass Posts all of their own. Much Love.

#Absolutely True Stories about Turtle #Glowing Like the Metal|Dash Games

[marveldc-imagines-hub]

Imagine Trying to Cheer Nanaue up With a Makeover:

A/N: I love Nanaue/King Shark from The Suicide Squad very much and I haven’t written an imagine in forever, so here’s a silly thing I came up with at like 2am a couple of nights ago. Also Reader is a part of the Suicide Squad in this so... yeah. Also, this was beta read but it was beta read at 5am so... yeah, lol.

    “Do you think he ever gets bored of like… just wearing jeans?”

    Cleo stopped staring out of the bus’s window to glance down at you slumped against her shoulder, then to where Nanaue was sitting across the aisle pouting. She looked back at you and after a moment gave a low-energy shrug. “I don’t know, I don’t think he seems to mind. He’s probably more upset about the fake moustache.”

    Poor Nanaue, not being allowed to join the rest of Task Force X-slash-the Suicide Squad in the gentlemen’s club to find the Thinker. Your skills on the team included using technology to make realistic illusions that would have dealt with the “King Shark doesn’t have a feasible disguise” problem that DuBois and Rick were using to keep Nanaue out of the public eye but when you offered up the suggestion, you were shut down by the secondary issue of the demigod seeing every living creature as food. So there you were, feeling bad that Nanaue couldn’t join the fun as the bus slowly pulled up to the club.

    “Well, guess it’s time,” Cleo commented at you. She lightly shrugged and you moved off of her so she could place Sebastian on her shoulder instead. Then she stood up and adjusted the dress she was wearing as her own disguise. 

Sebastian gave you a cheerful wave and squeak as he passed and you smiled and gave him a quick head pat in return. You however made no other move to prepare to leave the bus, which had Cleo quirking an eyebrow at you and shooing you to move so she could get past.

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you said as you pulled your legs up onto the chair and wriggled your way across the seat to give her room to get out.

“Why not? It might be fun.” Despite her very casual attempt to convince you, your rat-controlling friend shuffled past you into the aisle.

“Might be,” you admitted, “but it’s not fair that all of us aren’t able to go. Besides, I don’t drink and clubs aren’t really my scene.”

Cleo snorted and offered you a smirk. “And you think it’s mine? Or his?”

She pointed and you looked over at Abner, the Polka Dot Man, who was trying to decide whether or not he should tuck in his shirt while Dabois and Rick tried to brief the team in the aisle next to him, with very little success.

You smirked back. “To be fair, you look very pretty. Like my grandma. In her coffin.”

The comment earned you a flick to the forehead, which made you snicker. Then Cleo shoved her hand into your face as she flipped you off but she had a goodnatured smile on her face all the while. “Fuck you.”

“Hey,” Rick suddenly hollered in your direction, and the two of you jolted to look over; he was coming your way. He stopped in front of you and Cleo, grabbing the back of the seat in front of you as he threw an expectant look your way. “What are you doing? Get up, we’re about to go.”

You frowned and looked over at Nanaue again, who had now moved to grumble in the back of the bus. His back was facing the rest of the team in pouting defiance.

“[Y/N],” Rick scolded, “no.”

You turned back to the man with a puppy dog-eyed pout. Outside of Harley Quinn, you were the longest reoccurring member of the Suicide Squad–killing, robbing, and being good at your job had a habit of doing that to people under Amanda Wallace’s thumb–so you and Rick knew each other well. Well, not well; you barely knew each other really, but you had a love-hate relationship that you enjoyed. That is, you loved to give him shit and he was forced to admit that you were a pretty good asset and thus had to endure you. 

“Ricky,” you whined, flinging yourself over his arms, “he looks so sad, though.”

Rick sighed but made no move to remove you. He knew that if he actually tried to wrangle you, you would do the exact opposite of what he ordered you to do, so he tried half-hearted reasoning. “We are this close of being done here, [Y/N], and this whole thing would be a lot easier if you could just… illusion us in and out of there.”

You gasped, eyes growing starry as you stared up at him. The expression changed from lovestruck to morbidly amused in a flash as you smirked, “Aw, Richard, are you saying you need me?”

“I’m saying it would be easier–”

“Say please~”

“No.”

“Please~?”

Rick looked like he wanted to bash his head into the nearest wall. The thought made you giggle. After a few moments of what you assumed was silently begging whatever higher powers existed to give him patience, the soldier’s eyes rolled back to glare at you. “Please, would you just–”

“What’s going on?” DuBois yelled from the front of the bus. You peeked over Rick’s shoulder and saw his older war buddy glaring. The man, first name being Robert and alias being Bloodsport but you liked DuBois better, was messing with his mundane clothes like everyone else with. You supposed that being imprisoned for a while with only orange jumpsuits to wear would make any other clothing feel a little odd. 

You answered before Rick could with an aggressive wave in DuBois’s direction, just to make sure he knew who was talking. “I’m not going!”

DuBois’s eyebrows flew up his forehead. “You’re not going? Why?”

“They are,” Rick tried to intervene, “Just give us a minute–”

“We don’t have a minute!”

“We also don’t need a minute!” you chimed in. You sat high up on your knees on the bus seat and tapped Rick’s nose with a finger. “I’m not going. The idea of needle-head man freaks me out and it’s probably smarter to leave Nanaue versus a very nom-nom-looking human bus driver, yeah?”

You heard shuffling from behind you followed by a questioning sound from the shark-man in question. “Nom-nom?”

“No,” Rick, DuBois, and Cleo sounded at once, then Rick gave you a glare.

The kindly stating that you weren’t going didn’t seem to work but pointing out that you were more qualified to keep Nanaue from eating people than Milton was definitely a swaying argument. Just for added effect, you clasped your hands together and gave Rick your best puppy eyes and smile once more, although it once again cracked and turned into an expression that was a little more unsettling when you pleaded, “I’ll be good, I promise! C’mon, Dick Flag!”

“Heh, dick-flag,” Cleo snorted next to you.

Rick frowned but you could tell his resolve was cracking. “You’re not much better than the bus driver. Probably worse. You killed 500 people in two days because you said they all looked like your ex.”

Your eye twitched. “They did! At the time. And if he hadn’t cheated on me and stolen my money, it would have never been a problem.”

DuBois broke first. “Flag, we don’t have time. We’ll figure out something else, let’s just get the hell out of here.”

For a moment, Rick looked like he was preparing to argue further but he quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. He pointed a warning finger at you before turning and walking to the front of the bus, then out of it. One by one, the other squad members followed, until Cleo and Sebastian came up the rear and the two waved at you before departing.

“And then there was three,” you chirped to no one at all, although you were still in the presence of the pouting Nanaue and Milton the bus driver. You sat and waited until your teammates disappeared into the club, then twisted in your seat to face your sharky companion. “Hey, Nanaue!”

Nanaue only grunted in response. After being disappointed twice now, he wasn’t willing to take the bait for a possible third.

You had no intentions of disappointing him, though. You hopped over the back of the bus seat, then the next two, until you were sitting in the same row as him with only an aisle separating you. You waited there for a moment to see if you would earn anymore acknowledgement and when you didn’t, you slid over to sit directly next to him.

The so-called King Shark’s small, dark eyes watched you but when you got closer, he harrumphed and turned as far away from you as he could without literally leaving the bus through one of the windows. You gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder but his only response was to cross his arms and growl over his shoulder at you, “Go away.”

“But Nanaue, how will we go explore the town without each other?” you asked. In the meantime, you pulled up the sleeve of your disguise’s puffy blouse and fiddled with the dials on an augmented arm brace that you wore underneath. Once you were satisfied, you pressed a button on the brace an a small puff of pink smog was released from a grate on the device’s wrists. For anyone else, the puff was simply a small billow of colored air that smelled a bit sweet, but you knew that there was an army of microscopic nanobots following your orders. As the smoke dispersed, you pulled down your sleeve again and wafted a breeze in Nanaue’s direction.

“No exploring,” Nanaue pouted, “No disguise. No fake moustache.” Then he caught a whiff of your brace’s work and shifted to catch you still waving air at him. “Ew. What is that?”

“Well,” you started, then paused as you took a glance at the bus window to confirm your nanobots were working. The reflection in the glass showed you sitting next to a random, albeit large, human man instead of a sharky hybrid and you grinned. With a point at the window to draw Nanaue’s attention there, you continued, “It’s not a fake moustache but it’s one heck of a disguise.”

Nanaue looked at the window, then grunted in confusion at it. You drew his attention to the reflection itself and then he growled at the reflection that didn’t seem to look like it belonged to him, only for him to be surprised that that the human reflection moved with him. You watched with an amused little smirk as he executed some tests; he raised a webbed hand and the human reflection followed, he tilted his head and the reflection did the same. It took him a little while to get to the most obvious conclusion–that the human reflection following his movements was in fact his own–but then he looked at you as he raised both hands to his face, patting lightly. He groaned confusedly with a twinge of sadness, “Human?”

“Oh, gosh, no,” you said as you quickly shook your head. You placed your hands over the shark-man’s own and squeezed, giving his face a squish. “You’d be much less fun that way, promise. I just gave you a little disguise of your own so you wouldn’t feel left out on the party! You’re still all sharky-like, I just changed what everyone else sees.”

“Party?” Nanaue echoed as he dropped his hands. His head lurched to look towards the club where the rest of the team had gone.

“I mean we could go in the stuffy boring bar,” you admitted with a tilt of your head and a bored sigh for effect, “or we could take a walk on the town. Check out the stores, try some of the local cuisines, have a nom-nom chaser or two…”

Nanaue’s eyes shined like little black pearls; he didn’t get some of the words you were saying, like cuisine, but he certainly understood nom-noms. He got to his feet, jostling you and the entire bus in the process, and pushed into the center aisle. In the process, one soft, silvery hand engulfed your own human-toned one and Nanaue dragged you after him. “Friend and Nanaue get nom-noms!”

You would have clapped if you had both hands free but you simply grinned and followed Nanaue off the bus, much to bus driver Milton’s dismay.

~~~~~

“Nanaue~” you sang from your perch on a chaise-style lounge chair in a random clothing boutique. The rest of your sentence faded off a bit as your eyes caught a particularly interesting tidbit in the magazine that you were perusing and you casually kicked your feet as you looked the text over. Towards the end of the reading, you remembered that you had been saying something and shook your head to refocus. “Nanaue, how’s it going in there?”

Some grumbles sounded and the curtain that separated from you from the dressing room that your companion was in shivered. From the gap between the floor and the curtain’s end, you could see Nanaue’s feet turning, and a bulge appeared caused by his dorsal fin appeared briefly in the fabric as his back faced the exit. Eventually, he got twisted around enough in the tiny space to be able to grab the curtain, but rather than pulling it open properly, he yanked it off it’s rail completely and tossed it to the side.

You tossed your magazine to the side and clapped as he wriggled himself free from the dressing room and stepped out into the viewing area. “Look at you! What an outfit for a man! So much better than some of the stuff that everyone else was wearing, like that god-awful yellow shirt that Rick had on. Didn’t fit him too bad, though.”

Not too long into your and Nanaue’s tour, you managed to find a store that sold clothes for larger men. With some minor editing–like tearing a hole in shirts for a fin and hemming some pant legs–you were able to come up with enough outfits for Nanaue to give you a little fashion show and the demigod, high on exploration and human flesh, was in a good enough mood to give you what you wanted. Instead of his usual and only pair of ratty shorts, Nanaue now wore a pair of what looked like jeans but were made with a stretchier fabric along with a tank top and a brightly patterned button-up polo shirt. 

“And I thought the jean jacket was the best one.” You chirped as you hopped to your feet. You tried to circle him and assess the outfit from all angles but to no avail because Nanaue started turning with you. You checked out the outfit in the three old mirrors that faced the viewing area from different angles instead and noticed the collar of the overshirt twisted oddly–probably because it wasn’t really a shirt meant for people with fins on their backs–so you stepped up to Nanaue and fixed it for him. Then you stepped back and placed your hands on your hips with an approving nod. “This one’s definitely the best. What do you think?”

Nanaue shrugged but then appeared to notice one of the mirrors for the first time. He eyed himself a bit and flapped his arms, then shrugged again. “Okay.”

“That’s all?”

“Mhm. Hungry.”

You sighed but you couldn’t really blame him. He was quite big, after all.

“Well, let’s head out then. Sorry for the lack of cash, Ms. Shopowner, Ma’am! You’ll just have to put it on our tab.” You waved over to the counter, where the bloody remains of an arm sat on the glass, then headed toward the shattered front window of the boutique with Nanaue in tow. “Wait, do clothing stores even have tabs? Hm.”

Nanaue shrugged yet again and grabbed the leftover arm as he ambled after you. 

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Schrodinger’s Cat

Fandom: The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick is about to leave on his next mission with Task Force X, and you have a bad feeling about it….

Word Count: 1628

TW: Canon Character Death

You hated that he was leaving again. You knew he didn’t have a choice, but that only made you feel worse about the situation. Both of you had thought things would be different once you had been released from Belle Reve, once you were out from under Waller’s thumb. But you both should have known better. Waller may no longer have access to you, but that had just caused her to tighten her hold on Rick.

"I know it’s a pain and you can't always get service, but please try to call me. Or at least text me. I don’t care what time it is here." You were sprawled wildly across the bed, your head and shoulders hanging over the edge. You watched, upside down, as your boyfriend packed his bag for another mission to God knows where, for God knows how long.

"Baby, you know how it is. I can't always do that."

"I know. But every time you leave, I can't stop worrying. At least when I was on the missions with you, I knew you were alright. But now, until you call, I’m in this weird limbo of not knowing if you’re dead or alive. It's like that damn Schroeder's cat paradox."

Rick chuckled softly. "Schrodinger."

"What?"

"It's Schrodinger's cat."

"Really? Then who the hell is Schroeder?"

"He's the kid who plays piano in the Peanuts comics."

"Are you sure?

"Pretty sure, darlin'."

You thought for a second, then shrugged. "Well, whoever's cat it is, you know the thing I’m talking about. Where you don’t know if the cat is dead or alive until you open the box. You’re the cat."

“Does that make you Schrodinger?” Rick chuckled again. “And I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick in and out reconnaissance mission, nothin’ to worry about.”

“Rick, it’s not funny. And you can’t lie to me. I’ve been there, I’ve seen what can happen. Good people, highly trained people, can be taken out in an instant. All it takes is one lucky shot or one tiny mistake and it’s all over. We both know that.” Rick gently placed his hand over yours to still it, and you realized you had been unconsciously stroking the large scar above your collarbone. The one you had received on your first mission together. The one that almost ended your relationship before it ever had a chance to start.

Rick sighed. “You're right, okay. I know things can go sideways at any time. But Harley and Harkness are with me this time. You know they’ll have my back.”

“They better,” you grumbled, sitting up on the bed. While you were glad to be out of that hellhole of a prison, you really did miss your two best friends. But you knew they would do anything they could to help bring Rick back home to you, and that did make you feel a little bit better. “I didn’t realize Harley was back at Belle Reve. Who else is on the team?”

“She was picked up yesterday for a bank robbery. And it’s a bunch of new recruits. Mongal, Blackguard, Weasel, and a few others I don’t remember.”

“Wait, they’re having you bring Weasel? What help could he possibly be on an in and out retcon mission? Or Mongal for that matter. They both stick out like a sore thumb. You might as well bring Nanaue,” you scoffed, but then your face grew serious. “Rick, please don’t go. I don’t know what’s different, but I have this feeling of…. dread that I’ve never gotten before any mission, even when I used to be on them. Something about this one just doesn’t seem right. Please, call out. Just say you got sick, or you can crash your car on the way into work. Make it look like an accident. I can blow out your tire! Just…. something!”

“Darlin’, you know I can’t do that. Besides, Waller would still drag my ass in even if I was in a full body cast.”

“Then we can run away! You can just go full AWOL and we can disappear together. I still have some contacts in the Gotham underground. Ozzy told me he’d always have a job for me at the Iceberg Casino, and I used to plant sit for Ivy when she was in lock-up. Plus, she’s really good friends with Harley so I’m sure she would help us.”

“Y/N, we are not going to become fugitives and go live with criminals. You just got out of prison, are you really so eager to go back?”

“If it means being there to watch your back….in a second.” Your eyes bore into Rick’s with a fury and determination that revealed how deadly serious you were.

Rick reached down to where you were still seated on the bed and took your hands in his. “Okay, listen. I was going to talk to you about this when I got back but seeing as you need some reassurance……. I spoke to some of my buddies in Washington. They think they can pull rank and get me transferred.”

“Transferred? Where? When?”

Rick shrugged. “I told them I didn’t care where, as long as they got me far away from Waller. They should be finalizing everything in the next couple days. Which means, if all goes according to plan, this will be my last mission with Task Force X. One more, then I’m done.” He beamed enthusiastically as he stepped back and opened his arms wide, probably expecting you to jump excitedly into them. But you only stared back at him in horror.

“Take it back! Don’t say that, you never said that!”

Rick’s face fell. “What? I thought you’d be ecstatic. We can get out without having to become fugitives. We can start our life together, do all the things we planned.”

You placed your hands over your ears and shook your head violently. “Stop it, Rick. I swear to God, I am serious. Stop talking now.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Rick asked exasperatedly.

“I have seen too many of those stupid cop movies you make us watch to know that the best way to get yourself killed is by giving the whole ‘I only have one more day ‘til retirement’ speech.”

Rick rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Please tell me you aren’t serious?”

“I am dead serious. I already have a terrible feeling about this whole situation. You don’t need to make things worse by jinxing it.”

“Baby, this isn’t a movie. Jinxes, curses, that’s not how the world works.”

You stared at him in astonishment. “Excuse me? Have you forgotten the world that you live in? Rick, your ex-girlfriend was possessed by a thousand-year-old sorceress, we’ve been on teams which consisted of a crocodile man, a guy who manipulates fire, and a warrior whose sword devours the souls of its victims, and, in case you’re forgetting, I have the ability to blow shit up with my mind. That is exactly how the world works.”

“Yeah, but none of that’s not the same thing.”

“It’s exactly the same thing!” you screamed in frustration. But then you let out a big sigh as you tried to regain some of your composure. “Look, I don’t want to fight, especially not right before you leave. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to know this may all be over soon but I’m just stressed enough as it is about this mission. Stupid or not, you telling me about this probably being your last one just adds another reason I don’t feel good about the whole situation.”

Rick came over and he leaned down to kiss you softly. “I know. And I wish I could say somethin’ or do somethin’ that could make this all better. But I just don’t know what that is.”

Standing, you pulled him into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapped instantly around your smaller frame. You could hear his heart beating strongly as your head rested directly above it. You whispered, “Just come back, please. Just come back to me.”

You could feel his response as it rumbled through his chest. “Always, darlin’.”

The phone rang at 4:37 in the morning, waking you from your restless dreams involving cats, boxes, pianos, and Weasel. It had been three days since you had heard from Rick and his last call had done little to ease your fears. Whenever he was on a mission, he would always try to keep things vague and light, so as not to worry you. But this time, his voice had sounded edgy and anxious. Things must have gone sideways, and he had possibly lost a lot of people. You just hoped Harley and Boomer were okay, but you knew Rick wouldn’t tell you until he got home even if anything had happened to them. The fact he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell you more just added to your anxiety.

You scrambled to grab the phone before it stopped ringing, not even glancing at the caller id since Rick was the only one with this number. Finally answering, you mumbled with a sleepy yet relieved chuckle, "It’s about time you called me. I was getting pretty worried, babe."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then a familiar voice spoke up, "Y/N?"

You jolted up in bed as your heart dropped in your chest and your blood ran cold. "Ha-Harley…?"

"He asked me to call you if anything happened... I'm so sorry...."

The phone slipped from your hand as a howl tore from your lips. You could still hear Harley’s voice coming faintly from the phone now lying on the floor, but you don’t need to hear any more. You already knew.

The box had been opened.

#sfw repost #fic #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #colonel rick flag #colonel rick flag x reader #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad #suicide squad #dc #dc x reader #angst #fluff #major character death tw

[quandaryqueen]

Harley Quinn BTAS and Young justice riddler's

Villain/antihero! Reader and the riddlers being so disgustingly domestic-

YES BITH OF EM ARE SO COMFY N DOMESTIC W EACH OTHER WITHOUT NOTICING IT-

EVERY SIDE. THE VILLAINS N HEROES ARE FUCKING SHOCKED WHEN TGEY ACTUALLY STARTED DATING LIKE- ".. y'all just started dating now?"

When I meant by domestic like, they're both used w each other's schedule (always helping the other out)

Reader gives him his fav drink first thing in the morning, riddler suddenly "forgets" how to fix his own tie cause he knows his "close friend" would help him, reader fussing over riddler's bad sleeping schedule and somehow ALWAYS gets him to fall asleep when needed, riddler being a gentleman and helps reader out (Reaching out his hand when reader is on the ground, pulling their chair for them, etc.)

The reader slips up that they ADORE him while talking w him and he's just so fuckin glad they share the same feelings cause this whole "close friend" act was honestly getting tiring

I love the man so much 😭

Domestic Bliss

Edward Nygma X Reader

You know how some people just... Instantly click with one another and you just know, these bitches are soulmates. Yes, that's what I initially thought.

💚 Young Justice

"Look at 'em. You're telling me these two are not..."

Your fellow rogue raises a brow at the goon beside them. "Not?"

"Mhmmm..." With their mouth clamped shut, they continue to extend their hum whilst finding the appropriate word for the current enigma before them. "Fucking?"

"What? No!" Red Streak exclaimed.

Although they can't fault the guy for thinking that when you're currently seated on Edward's lap while he played chess with another rogue, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair, smiling whenever he'd make a move on the chess board. They were impressed that the ever so dweeb would be able to concentrate with you in his lap, when they knew how this man will squeal at the smallest touch or attention he receives. Perhaps he's used to it, or maybe he prioritizes the game of wits more.

Either way, Red Streak knows you're not dating... Yet. They just know something is going on between you and Edward that's just beyond "just friends" status. I mean, who would look at these two and assume they're friends? For fuck's sake, the two were practically attached to each others hips, always so... Lovey dovey with one another and Red Streak has never seen you smile the way you smile around the nerd.

Whatever you are, you practically look like relationship goals.

💚 Batman the animated series

"Oh my, what a delight. Edward, where's your special friend?"

The Riddler squints in response to Penguin's question... Special friend... Oh!

💚 Harley Quinn

"Oh, they're um... At home..." He trails off with a blush, his fingers reaching to fumble with the end of his glove. "Th-! Y/N and I are just friends, Oswald. No need to attach 'special', hehe..."

"Oh my, you two aren't? My apologies, it's just that the two of you are awfully close together I assumed you are together." Oswald gives out a chesty laugh.

... How the fuck are you two not together? What??? No, Edward must be lying, Oswald had seen it with his two eyes how fondly Riddler spoke of you, how he would look in your eyes with that besotted smile, oh Oswald knows when a man's in love!

Friends? Oh honey, he may not have had that much friends, but what he sees between you is nowhere near friendship! Seriously! He has seen you tend to him like a spouse would, at some point he assumed you were married, but upon close inspection, there were no rings! So maybe he assumed you two were, I don't know, lovers with plans to get married!

What the fuck do you mean that you two are just friends?

"What's got you smiling like that?" Nanaue looks over your shoulder upon spotting your figure curled on the couch smiling like an idiot.

"What?" You looked up from your phone to briefly meet Nanaue's, before you return to your phone to type a response to Edward's text message.

"What? Did someone talk to them for once?" Doctor Pyscho dryly remarks, raising a brow.

"Oh I know that smile! You are in love!" Voice of theatrics, Clayface twirls with a lovesick smile as if he's the one in love.

"Nah, I'm just texting with--"

"With the your boyfriend, am I correct?" Ivy deadpans, looking up from her watering Frank.

"Nope. It's just Eddie." You nonchalantly replied. You felt the atmosphere drop, causing you to look up at them, andlo and behold, they stated at you with slacked jaws. "What?"

"What do you mean just Eddie?" Harley stresses her statement with a certain implication you can't quite grasp.

You furrow your brows at her, burying your screen against your chest when you felt it vibrate with his new message. "Um... Edward Nygma? Edward Nashton? The Riddler--"

"Yeah, I know who the fuck he is! What do you mean just Eddie-?!" Harley scoots closer, as she grasps you by the shoulder and began to vigorously shake you. "YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU TWO ARE NOT FUCKING?!"

"NO?! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! WHAT? CAN'T TWO PEOPLE BE FRIENDS?" You match with her energy with a certain shade of embarrassment across your cheeks.

"Bitch, you're going to look at us and tell us you are just friends with the Riddler, while you two are out there looking like the embodiment of couple goals?" Ivy adds, lowering her watering can. "Explain."

"Oh god you guys, we are just good friends!" You break free from Harley's iron grip, glancing at your screen with your lip between your teeth to deny the smile from his text message. And just like that, you were reabsorbed in your phone with a conversation from him, occasionally giggling outloud whilst the others looked at you with scrunched nose.

And in unison, they all thought, 'Friends... Yeah right.'

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nigma #btas riddler x reader #request #btas riddler #harley quinn series #harley quinn riddler #harley quinn riddler x reader #young justice riddler x reader #young justice riddler #absolutelysmittensimp

[sharkdream3421]

King Shark X Reader - He ruined your friendship

Hi everyone! I decided to write a King Shark X Reader! This King Shark is based off the friendly version from the Harley Quinn show. To be honest I've never seen the show only little bits and pictures. I just thought this version seemed interesting so this is my take on him. I know the show is Rated R so we are making this more PG or PG-13 to be appropriate! Enjoy the story! Contains no swearing, but some violence.

Word Count: 1585

Y/N looked at the ground as she walked out of the apartment, "Nanaue, how could you?"

Earlier.

I almost got out of the apartment until I heard someone say, "Hey."

I turned around quickly to see Poison Ivy in her pajamas.

"Where are you going?" The confused Ivy whispered.

I opened the door and waved for her to come out in the hallway, and so she did as she was asked.

Once we were out in the hallway Ivy started asking questions, "Y/N what are you doing this late up at night?!" Ivy asked with a confused look.

I sighed, "Ivy, I'm leaving. Before you start to question, I'll explain." I then started to explain my reason for why I was going to leave, "I was going home and checked out the new school, you know I have a crush on King Shark?" I paused waiting for Ivy to answer.

Ivy gave a nod.

I continued, "Well one of the students said that his father was killed apparently by a Shark, and found out it was a human probably somewhat."

Ivy gasped, "You mean..."

I nodded sadly, "King Shark killed someone, and evidence proves he ate their head, and before you say he was probably berserk I just have this feeling I'm not safe or he did it non-berserk. I also just can't be on the team anymore, because I feel like I'm just doing wrong things."

Ivy sighed, "Thank you for trusting me Y/N, I won't stop you from leaving." Ivy then hugged me, "Please be careful."

"I will," I replied as I then turned around and left.

A tear went down my cheek, you guys were the best friends ever, but I have to leave. I hope you understand.

Present time...

I sit at the bar in the restaurant as I sip on my Root Beer. It's 11:00 AM right now, and the team should be up. I know they will worry about me, but I should just trust my feelings you know. I go to the bathroom and open the door to enter. After I'm done, I flush the toilet, and wash my hands. I then open the bathroom door. As I walk around the corner...King Shark!!

I quickly hide, where King can't see me. King Shark was on his phone, and sitting on a stool near the bar, so I'm 90% sure he didn't see me.

I can't believe I'm hiding from my sort of ex-crush. I see that there is a back door exit so I take my opportunity to escape with me and my suitcase.

I go to a hotel where I can stay in for the night. I purchased a room for one night. I got the money from one of the heists we did as a team. I'm like a walking criminal, what have I done? I open my hotel room door to see a decent hotel room.

I set my suitcase on the floor as I lay down on the one queen sized bed I rented. I take out a picture of me and the team.

I smile sadly, "I love you Nanaue, but why did you have to kill an innocent man?" I asked, as I was talking to the photo.

I set the photo down as I got off of the bed, and walked over to my suitcase. I picked up my pajamas and got dressed.

When I was done getting dressed and my hygiene things were done, such as brushing my teeth and applied my face medicine. I rested in my bed as I held the photo from earlier in my hand. My hand went over Nanaue, as a tear went down my cheek. Then more tears came down my face. I shook my head, as I sobbed. I held the photo close to my chest as the tears fell onto the bed covers.

I sighed as I still cried, "I love you, Nanaue."

I cried for at least thirty seconds, then I set the photo on the nightstand and went to sleep.

I woke up to find myself in a dark place. I found myself tied to a column with rope. I couldn't move!

Then a man in a suit walked toward me. It was Batman, the Dark Knight in Gotham!

He looked at me with a neutral expression. "Hello Y/N, you may be wondering where you are. You are in the batcave. I know you are working with Harly Quinn," The dark man said.

I shook my head. "Not anymore. I know you might not believe me, but I'm done with being a criminal. I want to be a citizen of Gotham. I want nothing to do with heroes or villains please you have to believe me!" I shouted innocently at the Dark Knight.

Batman shook his head in disbelief. "I know you are lying to me Y/N. You cannot trick me, I know what you are. A criminal and you always will be. Now where is Harley hiding?" Batman replied a little louder in his tone.

I shouted back, "I'm not telling you again! I want nothing to do with good guys or bad guys! If anything I was having a peaceful life until you showed up to wreck it!"

Then all of a sudden a familiar voice was heard. I could tell me and Batman could hear it too. "Y/N! Get away from her, you piece of trash!" King Shark shouted.

King Shark was still wearing his blue hoodie, with his red pants, and shoes.

I shouted to Nanaue, "No! Please Nanaue, he's gonna hurt you! Please go and forget me!" I loved him. I loved that big softie, and I couldn't risk him getting hurt or worse due to this piece of Batman trash.

The Dark Knight charged at King Shark. The battle had begun.

After a while of King Shark and Batman battling. King Shark was about to bite Batman's head off! No! You're not a killer, Nanaue I know you are not a killer. Killing people isn't you, and it can't be you! I loved Nanaue for him being a softie, that person I could rely on, and most importantly I valued his skills at being a technician and a shark.

I screamed at Nanaue, "No! Please don't do it Nanaue! I know you're not a killer!" I started to cry as tears went down my cheek.

King Shark turned around to look at me with worried eyes as a hurt Batman goaned. King Shark walked toward me walking up a set of stairs to reach the level of the batcave where I was kidnapped. He was finally in front of me and untied me.

King Shark looked worried. "Y/N are you okay?" He asked.

Batman coughed up blood and blood came pouring down from his nose. "Ask the shark Y/N! Ask about your internal conflict!" The dark knight shouted.

I don't know how Batman knew about my conflict, that would remain a mystery to me. Although, he is right.

I pushed King Shark away despite that did nothing because he is so tall and strong. I walked away from him, while looking away from King Shark.

"Why... why did you murder that innocent man? WHY DID YOU MURDER HIM?!" I shouted where my words echoed off the walls of the batcave.

King Shark seemed completely shocked and surprised by my actions. "What do you mean Y/N?" He asked, scared.

My face and voice was mad. "That guard you killed! That man was a father!" I shouted.

In response King Shark gasped.

"What you did King, I can't forgive you for what you've done! That son must be crying with his mother right now, and that he doesn't have a father to live with anymore! How can a soft, loving person like you have a rough, and selfish heart?! You want to know why I left? It was because of YOU!!!!!!" You were panting as King Shark looked shocked. He just looked at you with not even one word coming out of his mouth.

"I WANT YOU OUT OF MY LIFE!!!!" You shouted as you ran into Batman's helicopter and rode away.

King Shark stood there speechless. He never knew that taking one person's life away would cause you so much pain, and to lose your friendship. (Especially when he doesn't know that you loved him)

King Shark fell onto the ground with both his arms and legs hitting the floor. He cried with so many tears coming from his eyes. He wasn't sure what to do now. But he knew that the damage was already done. After that lecture, he wasn't sure that he could be your friend anymore.

A shark's heart was broken.

Meanwhile, you were in the helicopter flying out of Gotham City to be away from this old life and start a new one. Or try to anyway. You started to cry, the tears fell onto the console. Then it happened. Your face was pouring with tears.

A human's heart was broken.

Masterlist

#king shark #king shark harly quinn #posion ivy #batman #king shark x reader

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1-5 for the character development meme with Elliot >:)

Hii cici!! tyy!!! :D

1. Does your insert have a name that’s different from yours? Does the name reflect their character in any way, or is it just because it sounds nice? How did you come up with it?

Yes! My name is Ezra (as everyone here well knows ahaha!) and my Suicide Squad self insert is named Elliot Carter! Their name is not reflective of their character, I just have a thing where I pick 'e' names for all my self inserts lol

2. Does your insert have a very strong relationship with a f/o, maybe more than one? Tell us a little about the dynamic they have! This can be a bond that’s romantic, familial, or platonic, anything - even an enemy would count as a strong relationship!

Yes, there's the obvious ofc, Elliot's romantic relationship with Abner Krill, but there's also their relationship with Cleo Cazo and Nanaue, both of whom they consider close friends!

Cleo and Elliot bond over their shared appreciation for animal life, especially and of course, rats! Cleo has never met anyone who really likes, let alone adores rats the way she does but Elliot just thinks they're the coolest little creatures!! He thinks her ability to communicate with them is incredible!

Nanaue takes a liking to Elliot straight away after realizing that they can control blood, something he enjoys eating. The two both need to consume blood, albeit in differing amounts and with varying levels of enthusiasm (Elliot hates drinking blood, Nanaue could care less, as long as there's meat with it!). He also appreciates that Elliot helps clot his blood faster wheneverh he gets scraped up! He’s not sure how they’re making him feel better but he appreciates it!

3. Who in their canon are they closest to? Who would they drop everything to come help, if anyone? Who’s the person they’re least close to? Who would they most likely not get along with, if anyone?

Elliot is definitely closest to Abner, seeing as they were friends at Bell Reeves prison long before they were assigned to Task Force X together. They have history! Even without the fact that they are deeply in love with each other, Elliot would drop anything to help him.

Elliot hated Peacemaker aka Christopher Smith from the moment he mocked Abner and his power. They’re very protective of him and seeing Chris mock him really set them on edge. He was crass and rude and stupid. They never liked him. Even before he betrayed the team. Thankfully, he’s dead now.

4. Does your insert have a backstory? Tell us about it! How does their backstory, if any, define who they are? How does it reflect their relationships now? Their hopes and dreams?

Before Elliot got caught up in the mess that came with being a metahuman, back when they were just a normal guy, they were a grad student studying to go into astrophysics and hopefully someday work at STAR labs.

Then the car crash happened and they almost died but their meta gene activated and they were able to save themself from bleeding out. That was the day they discovered they could control blood.

Soon after, their body started undergoing strange changes, their eyesight miraculously improved, their sense of smell became more acute. Their canine teeth fell out and in place grew actual fangs. Soon after the fangs came in they started feeling weaker by the day until they realized they needed to consume blood to survive now.

They started out by stealing from blood banks and hospitals whenever and wherever they could to function. They need about a quart every two weeks or so, they found. The longer they go without blood the more they deteriorate both mentally and physically. They become physically weak and they start to lose a grip on reality.

One day they aren’t able to get the blood they need and they finally snap completely sending them into a manic feeding frenzy. They drained an innocent person dry in under two minutes in broad daylight in front of hundreds of passing people.

It wasn’t the number of people they’d killed that got Elliot sent to Bell Reeves but the violence with which the crime was committed and how many people saw and were traumatized by it.

Once at Bell Reeves prison, they struggled for awhile to survive the violence that lived there. After all they were not a violent person. It had been out of desperation that the incident had occurred.

But soon enough they discovered that they weren’t the only super powered individual housed there. That was the day they met Abner Krill, the Polka Dot Man.

5. Does your insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities? Are they passive, like the ability to befriend animals, or dangerous power that the villains want? Or if theyre evil - any powers the heroes want to stop? 

Elliot had hemokinesis which means he can control blood as well as vampirism which means he must consume blood to survive! It is a very dangerous and potent power bc of its many applications. Elliot can clot the blood of an injured person to save their life but they can also force blood away from a beating heart inside someone else’s body, killing them painfully. They could drown someone in their own blood if they wanted to…

The main drawback to their power is the vampirism part, they are forced to consume blood, not just to use their power but to survive.

That being said, they are extremely dangerous in multiple respects and it’s a good thing they have a normally gentle demeanor!

#you're my superhero <3 #selfshippinglover #selfship ask game #selfship asks #asks #mutuals #mutual tag #friends #friend tag

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WIP WENESDAY

post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

Thank you for the tags @loverhymeswith and @mayhem24-7forever !!!!

Ok, so this is from part 3 of my pacifier fic (Rick flag x reader x Adrian chase)

"Sergeant, why are ya sittin' beside Miss Smith?"  Well speak of the devil and may he come strutting out in a speedo. You turn to look at Rick, he didn't meet your eyes, he's probably replaying that moment in his head. You start to get nervous on top of your already fragile state of mind.

"Definetly not walking in on her while she's having Skype sex with her boyfriend." Nanaue wasn't taking any of Rick's shit today.

Tagging:

@likedovesinthewnd @literatigeek @aprilfire18 and anybody else that would like to do this!!!

#adrian chase x reader #rick flag x reader #wip wednesday

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

When you had met NANAUE, it was impossible to imagine him as anything other than hung like a fucking horse. Whatever rig he was working with, you were sure you couldn't ever hope to take unless you could do without your guts. You were half-right. A king shark like him has a heavy cock taller than the length of your face, and it stands at attention every time you nuzzle your nose into it. Sitting between his legs still requires a boost in height, knelt on a cushioned stool as you free him and its heft causes it a slow and bobbing spring. Hard, aching, and leaking from its blushing tip, the head of it is taller than yours. Affectionately, you raise yourself to it, laying it on your face. Warm and velvety, it rests, dripping pre-cum into your hair as you grace it with loving kitten licks on its veins.

#ch: nanaue #nanaue thought #nanaue smut #king shark smut #nanaue x reader #king shark x reader #nanaue x gender neutral reader #king shark x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #nanaue x you #king shark x you #nanaue x y/n #king shark x y/n #nanaue imagine #king shark imagine #nanaue fanfiction #king shark fanfiction #batman assault on arkham smut #batman: assault on arkham smut #reader insert

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OC in the DC Universe #3

Here’s another story idea and it’s going to get bloody. Please Enjoy! 

Central City (Role Swap) AU (Suicide Squad Version) (Based on the Suicide Squad Movies [Batman: Assault on Arkham, Hell to Pay, 2016 Live Action, 2021 Live Action Sequel] and Catwoman: Hunted [adding it for funnsies!]) 

My OC’s Original Costume: 

Suicide Squad Version: 

In this AU, everything is the same in the previous AU but what if the Flash had joined the Suicide Squad? Well, this is the AU if you are a big Suicide Squad fan. Here are the stories based on the Suicide Squad movies: 

1. Blood and Diamonds (Based on Batman: Assault in Arkham and Catwoman: Hunted) 

- Kate had just woken up in a white room with cuffs around her ankles, along with her was Floyd Lawton (Deadshot), Eric Needham (Black Spider), Harleen Frances Quinzel (Harley Quinn), Edward Nygma (The Riddler), Louise Lincoln (Killer Frost), Nanaue (King Shark), Anatoli Knyazev (KGBeast) and her off/on boyfriend/arch enemy George ‘Digger’ Harkness (Captain Boomerang). Kate was confused and ask what was going on, that’s when Amanda Waller appeared and ‘happily’ explained to Kate that she was chosen to take part of Task Force X because they need a speedster for this particular mission, Kate thought they should hire Reverse-Flash for this but Waller argue that he couldn’t do it due to his “mad tendencies and reckless intelligence” so, they pick her instead upon request by the Batman and because their target is someone that she (as the Flash) fought before: Lady Josephine Sanders aka Lady X, who has stolen an array of jewel robberies that contain powerful gemstones known as Blood Diamonds, giving their users the power to create anything into solid diamond. Kate remember that the “skank” tried to slit her throat with a 1 foot long shard of diamond before and she swore she will put an end to Lady X’s mass murdering, Waller also reminded that Task Force X needs a ‘superhero’s supervision’ in order to keep the team in balance and that where Kate comes in. Harley and Frost thought having another girl on the team would be ‘extra exciting’ and the more fun to have, KGBeast thought she might be reckless due to her speed but Waller reminded him that she is smarter then how she looks, to which Kate, in respond, smiled ear-to-ear at him, in which KGBest scoffs at it, as well as Riddler, who admired Kate’s intelligence and that she also, well, half-demon and Boomerang, well, he and Kate never get a chance to hang-out because of course, the whole ‘arch enemies’ thing, to which Kate just argue that he never picks up her calls every now and then, in respond, Boomerang tried to apologize but Kate just pouted. Waller gave a big sigh of disappointment and told everyone that their necks are injected with a highly and deadly explosive, including Kate, who starts to worry but Waller reassured that she will remove it once the mission was completed, Kate, in no other choice, nodded in obligation. After that briefing, they aboard an airplane and land on their targeted location: Gotham City. Kate has been in Gotham a couple of times to help Batman but he’s busy with the League right now on some space mission, she never get to be in space for a while and the League had already been aware of Kate’s situation but Batman, on the other hand, trust Waller for Kate’s safety because Bats knew Kate can take of herself, Kate was sitting next to Frost and Boomerang as she rest her head on Boomer’s shoulder, not knowing that Boomerang had wrapped an arm around her shoulders for the rest of the trip to Gotham. When they reach Gotham City, they rented a car and drove to where Lady X’s location is: a big mansion on Mulberry Hill. As they arrive to their targeted location, they put on their disguises, in disguises, meaning costumes representing their original costumes (except King Shark, who only wear a shark onesies):  

Kate’s Costume 

As they enter the mansion, the place was packed with some of Gotham’s best elites but the team know half of the elites have criminal reputation, corrupt pasts and others. The team split in either pairs or in three: Frost and King Shark, Harley and Deadshot, Riddler, KGBeast and Black Spider and Flash (who goes by Scarlet as her codename) and Boomerang, each given a task in planning: Scarlet and Boomerang would try to steal a master keycard from the head of Lady X’s security, Jeb Gibson, while the rest of the team try to keep an eye when things become a little suspicious. Of course, the plan is going well, Kate and Boomer were able to get the master key card and enter Lady X’s study, Boomer had barricade the door in order to not let any security and Kate, found a file containing information and location of a shipment of Blood Diamonds. While looking through the study, Kate find a secret panel by grabbing a lose book, which reveals a secret passage and they decide to search through it, but then, they heard what sounds like a baby crying and then they found a room with a crib, a baby girl inside of it, and somewhat of a creature that is chained to the wall, that creature is a demon, according to Kate, that feeds the souls of children. So what did they do? They both took the baby after Kate slay the demon unconscious using a magic rod spell, running out of the passage way and closing the secret door, Boomerang took out a piece of ropes and slung it over the window while Kate, holding the baby, was the first to escape and went back inside by using the back door, Boomerang followed in pursuit. The rest of the team, while she and Boomerang were searching through Lady X’s study, were busy killing off security guards and some armed guests, who brought their own weapons, while the other guest were tied up and tortured a little. The team notice the baby in Kate’s arms and were surprised at the sight of it, Deadshot, being team leader, ask where they found the baby and Kate explained, but when she was about to finish, more security came in and the team fled back to their rental car. An immense car chase ensued and the team survived the ordeal, they stay at a hotel and made a report to Waller, Kate then ask Waller about the baby she and Boomerang found, knowing Lady X’s obsession about satanic and occult stuff, Waller informed her and the team that children have gone missing during Lady X’s debut and one of those children was 8 month old Emma, child of Derek and Flora Hill, who were brutally murdered by the hands of Lady X. Kate, in rage and sadness, held baby Emma in her arms, tears running down her face, Boomerang hug and comfort her, the others were shocked and disgusted that a woman like Lady X would kidnapped a baby from her murdered parents. After settling in the hotel, the team were hanging out in the hotel’s bar, except Kate, who had to take care of Emma, Boomerang check up on her and as he did, Kate was singing a lullaby to make Emma, all he do is smile and let her keep singing. After she finished her song, Kate put Emma to a crib that she bought it from a thrift store and put a magic shield around the crib. Boomerang ask Kate how she learn magic and her respond was that she learn some extra magic from Zatanna and Constantine, to which Boomerang thinks it’s amazing and Kate, blushing with a hint of shyness and hugging him while saying thank you. Boomerang and Kate look at each other for a minute until Boomerang pins Kate to the bed and kiss her, to which Kate was taken in by surprise but kissed back and the two of them make love throughout the night. The next day, the team got ready and Waller informed via video conference, told them the location of where the Blood Diamonds and Lady X are: a warehouse in the Gotham Docks. The team arrived there and took down security outside and in, once they got in the warehouse, the team found crates full of Blood Diamond and 30 security guards on guard, Kate and Boomerang decide to take them out together, leaving Harley with Emma. The others were confused but only Harley and Frost knew what they mean, the guards notice the both of them and try to assault but as soon as they hold hands, a bright light shone and the both of them suddenly had a change of clothes: Boomer was wearing a black tuxedo and Kate in a short wedding dress. But that’s not all, the two of them just took down 30 men in a few minutes, to which the whole team were flabbergasted of the whole scene, Harley and Frost’s eyes were sparkling with excitement and Emma, clapping her hands happily. After that whole ordeal, the team gather some of the remaining Blood Diamonds but they were intercepted by Lady X, who was wearing armor made from Blood Diamonds, as she attacks the teams. After an intense battle, she was easily killed by Kate, who took a diamond shard, piercing it through Lady X’s chest. Soon, the mission was accomplished and baby Emma was taken to Peggy, Kate’s friend, and her fiancé, Jake, as they take Emma as their own, promising Kate to take of her. 

2. The Vegas Boom (Based on Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay) 

- Kate is back on the Suicide Squad once again, this time, she teams up with Deadshot, along with new members: Count Vertigo (Count Werner Vertigo), Punch and Jewelee (Clyde Phillips and Juliet Peterson), Black Manta (David Hyde) and of course, another one of Kate’s many villainous lovers, Mirror Master (Evan McCulloch). Waller appeared again via video screen, appearing to be thinner after Kate’s last encounter with her, reminding Kate that she will be the new leader of their next mission, to which Kate was surprised and confused, knowing that Deadshot was always leader but Waller told her that after her first mission with Task Force X, knowing Kate is both responsible and intelligent, Waller insisted on Kate to take the role of team leader for their next mission, to which Kate complied. Waller then continued with the briefing of the team’s next mission: to assassinate 3 men and recover a stolen flash drive which contain a list of people who were in the Witness Protection Program. The location of the men is in Las Vegas and these 3 men are the McAllister brothers: the eldest Jackson ‘Bruiser’, oldest Maddox ‘Ace’ and youngest Albert ‘Golden Boy’. The team head to Creaser's Palace, their plan was simple but difficult: assassinate the men, find and retrieve the drive, of course the team was successful with each brother: Count Vertigo and Deadshot distracts ‘Golden Boy’ at the bar, Punch and Jewelee distracts ‘Ace’ at one of the gambling tables in a game of Black Jack and Manta distracts ‘Bruiser’ by participating with him in a boxing match which was held in one of the event halls. While the rest distracts each of the brothers, Kate and Mirror Master went through the mirror world to steal a master key card from the head of security in his office, to which they did, even with a few complications but they manage, thanks to skills and a knock-out gas bomb Kate has been carrying in her pocket. After successfully retrieving the card, Kate and Mirror Master meet up with the rest of the team who were staying at the lobby. The team then went up to the 14 floor, where the brother’s suite is located. They did have a few obstacles with a few bodyguards but they manage thanks to Jewelee’s jewel, as they enter the suite, they search the whole place for information. Kate found a safe and cracks the lock open to find a few thousand dollars, a  AMT AutoMag III with a Spade symbol on the handle, to which touches it and felt a tingling feeling, Jewelee notice Kate’s reaction and ask her if she’s ok, to which Kate replied that she was fine. While Jewelee turn her back to continue searching, Kate found a file and a USB drive with the label ‘Target List’, Kate called out the rest of the team and told them what she found, to which the team were satisfied on the find but their victory was cut short by the McAllister brothers and a mysterious figure who reveals himself to be a villain by the name of World Warlord, who dresses up in World War attire: 

(His attire)

(What he looks like) 

As the team fight off the McAllister Brothers and World Warlord, Ace was holding a detonator, threatening the team to surrender or the whole place will explode. Count Vertigo use his power to mess with Ace’s head until he died, Kate then told the team that she will disarmed the bombs but Manta told her it was danger but she reassured him that she will be quick and she did, successfully disarming the bombs using a copy of Ace’s gun that she had copied when touching the original gun. The team report back to Waller about their mission complete. 

3. Escape from The Island of Fire (Based on Suicide Squad 2016 Live Action) 

- Kate returns to the Suicide Squad for another mission, this time they will be heading to an island called Inferno Isles, which is the beach home of their next target: William Jayce, better known as Fire Kingpin, who uses the island for his human trafficking operations. Joining her are Deadshot, Harley Quinn and Captain Boomerang, alongside them are new members Chato Santana (El Diablo), Kate’s cousin Waylon Jones (Killer Croc), Christopher Weiss (Slipknot),  Tatsu Yamashiro (Katana), who is good friends with Kate, Dr. June Moone (Enchantress) and Rick Flag, who admires Kate’s abilities as a leader after he had heard from Waller about her mission in Vegas, to which Kate was honored about it. Croc cried and hugged to see his ‘beloved cousin’ again, to which there was a few snickers from Boomerang and Harley. The team were able to sneak in the island without any complications, eliminating half of the Fire Kingpin’s goons. They reach the Kingpin’s office only to find him dead and sitting on top of the Kingpin’s body was Cheshire: 

Who was hired by the League of Shadows to eliminate the Kingpin due to financial problems. The team fought off Cheshire, only to lead Deadshot, who got injured with a slash on his arm and Kate, being injured after Cheshire slash a huge cut on her leg and was about to attack Kate for the final blow but was save by Enchantress, who immobilize Cheshire and Kate was carried by Boomerang, fainting in the process. Kate is then woken up in a hospital bed, seeing Harley sleeping on the foot of her bed, Croc sleeping on a chair, as well as Boomerang and El Diablo sitting in two other chairs. Rick Flag was also there, reminded Kate that the mission was a success but Cheshire escape after the team rescue a few hostages in the Kingpin’s dungeon. Kate said ‘it’s ok, as long as people are save.’ 

4. Feeling Blue, Seeing Red (Based on Suicide Squad 2021 Live Action Sequel) 

- After recovering from the island mission, Kate was joining back to the Suicide Squad, with Captain Boomerang, Harley Quinn and Rick Flag, welcomes Kate back and introduces her to the new members for the next mission: Mission leader Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Christopher Smith (Peacemaker), Nanaue (King Shark), Abner Krill (Polka-Dot Man), Cleo Cazo (Ratcatcher 2), Richard "Dick" Hertz (Blackguard), who used to be Kate’s bully in middle school turn to acquaintance, Brian Durlin (Savant), who Kate calls him ‘Lolo’, which is grandpa in Tagalog, Cory Pitzner (T.D.K.), Gunter Braun (Javelin), who tries to flirt with Kate but was cut off by a jealous Boomerang, to which Kate calms Boomerang down and gave Javelin her phone number in case she would call him for a date,  Mongal and Weasel, to which Kate was a little terrified being near ‘it’, as she calls Weasel that. The team’s mission was to stop an upcoming gang war in the country Costa Marla, to which the infamous gang known as the Red Herrings has stolen a military weapon, better known as Project: Valkyrie. The team are supposed to help the other gang known as the Blue Lions, who want to restore the government and eliminate Red Herring. The team soon gain the trust of the Blue Lions and help them destroy the Red Herring’s many bases. After destroying half of the bases, the Red Herring decided to take things to another level and brought out Project: Valkyrie, which is a big mecha and it’s piloted by the Red Herring’s leader. Unfortunately, the Red Herring leader was killed after Javelin using his, well his javelin, at the center power source, destroying the mecha and the leader being killed in the process. The Blue Lions restored the government and the rest of the Red Herrings have been sent to prison afterwards. 

(Very long post 😓)

#dc #my OC #kate morgan jones #suicide squad

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Dating king shark hc? Please help I’m obsessed with this boi.... (my autism has decided I love him, not that surprising since I like venom too but honestly prefer scream, I feel like you’d like scream too .)

*Yes, I would be happy to write these and I based these off of Suicide Squad KS!

- Nanaue is a sweetheart but a sweetheart that you have to be cautious with because, well, he's got a tendency of kinda hurting (or eating) people that he loves by accident.

- But he tries really hard not to eat you because he does genuinely love you and doesn't ever want to hurt you, so just try not to bleed when you two go swimming or he'll pretty much try to be very cautious in how he approaches you and is slightly protective of you.

- Honestly it's like Venom where you have to tell him not to eat people or things that he's not supposed to. Like, if you have a pet, chances are that he's tried to eat it but you were there like: "NO! Nanaue, do not eat (p/n)!" and then he slowly puts it down but gets sad because he thought he made you upset.

- Just cuddle him and explain to him why he's not allowed to do that and he promises that he'll try better next time.

- Literally would love if you guys go swimming together, you can trust him to keep you safe and if you want to venture to deeper waters, he'll have you climb on his back and hang onto his fin (but be careful not to hold it too hard) then swim out into the water with you.

- He could summon his "cousins" (normal and regular sharks) if you're interested in sharks but he is still very protective of you and just has you stay on his back.

- Is amazed at the size differences between you both and really enjoys comparing. He likes seeing your tiny hand in his own and just tilts his head and smiles softly as he sees how small it is.

- You can info dump around him and he'd honestly love it. He's a very good listener and absorbs everything from your words to the excited way you talk about things. He likes seeing you be passionate about things and does try to remember all the things you talk about.

- The idea of you teaching him how to read or reading to your giant shark boyfriend is honestly adorable because you're sitting on the couch and he's sitting on the floor (because he's kinda too heavy to sit on your couch but that's fine), his knees to his chest and his head on your thigh trying listening and piecing together the words that you're reading to him.

- Honestly expect fun moments where he likes to read with you so he picks out random books from your bookshelf and hands them to you and politely asks if you could read to him.

- There are times where he'll pick out a book like 50 Shades of Gray and you just blush but laugh and tell him he might not be ready for that book.

- Honest to God water puppy, if you have a job to go to or you've got to leave somewhere at any point in the day, he gets sad and misses you already. He swims around the area of your home and, if he misses you really badly, swims around the area were your workplace is in hopes to catch a glimpse of you, causing lots of shark sightings near where you work and you just sigh because your know it's Nanaue.

- There will be a few bite marks here and there during make-out sessions but he tries not to bite on you too hard but yeah, huge bite marks that concern your family and your friends.

- He is a sweetie and really does do his best to restrain his instincts for you because he's been so lonely for a long time, wishing for a friend, and instead got an amazing lover like you. Either way, he really doesn't want to hurt you and would never forgive himself if he did.

#Nanaue x reader #Nanaue x you #King Shark x reader #King Shark x you #Dc x reader #Dc x you #Suicide Squad x reader #Suicide Squad x you #Dc villains x reader #Dc villains x you #I Only Date Villains #Thanks for your request!

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Imagine # 845

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Year posted - 2021

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Rick Flag x you

Rated T

~6.5k words (I could not turn it into chapters, it didn't work out right)

Warnings: canon typical violence

I highly recommend listening to this song because it is very epic and I listened to it while I wrote the dramatic end scene.

You were a petty thief, a modern Robin Hood; you stole from the one percent to gave to the needy. And you know what? More often than not, the one percenters never even noticed. And every time you got caught you used your powers to get out of the situation. However, you knew a day was coming when you wouldn’t be able to get out of a nasty situation. A feeling of dread was filling up your nightmares and seeping into your waking life. You were filled with anxiety that your next job would be your last. Of course, it was never an issue with your powers. That is, until it became an issue.

You were doing a job in Gotham, a shitty city if you did say so yourself. Nothing like the country home you grew up in. You knew the ins and outs of the city bank. You knew the guard schedules, you knew the camera angles, you knew the passcodes, you knew which day your target would be inside. Bruce Wayne. Local billionaire who wasted his time and money hosting galas for the rich and famous. You loathed the idea of him. He wouldn’t notice a couple million getting lost in the shuffle. You knew everything that Gotham City Bank had to offer. But what you didn’t know would get you caught and sent to a metahuman prison. What you didn’t know was why you’d been feeling the dread of this job creep up on you for weeks. You had a bad feeling about it, more than the rest. So when you walked in, in disguise, you thought nothing of the exhaustion and weakness that filled your body.

You’d barely slept the night before, so it was normal. And this wasn’t a cash job, it was all wire transfers. But Wayne had to be there for the biometrics to work. Unfortunately, he knew all about your little job. He knew and he had you caught. You were confused, at first, when all you saw when you walked in was an empty bank. It was just the tellers looking at you nervously, but there was a swish behind you and you whipped around, military training coming back to you from your brief time in the army as you took a fighting stance to see… the Batman?

“The Masked Marauder,” he mocked you in his autotuned voice. You scoffed, two could play at that game. You were posing as a man today, trying to throw the trail off of yourself. You turned on your voice modulator and laughed haughtily at him.

“The Batman. Fancy seeing you here,” you were unsure as to how Batman was involved with Wayne Enterprises, but you had no doubt he was there for you.

“Feeling a little weak yet? I can see you straining,” you were on guard as he approached you, coming close enough that you could see the stubble on his chin. If you could turn him around so you were closer to the doors you could use your powers to get out of there and make a quick escape. It was easier to change your own position with your powers and not an entire scene, but you could do it if need be.

But he was onto something. You did feel weak. You were tired, your limbs heavy.

“What did you do to me?” You asked, shifting on your feet but trying to keep the charade up. You were masked and cloaked, but he had a nerve-wracking effect on you.

“It’s new technology. Power blockers at every entrance. You’re powerless inside this place,” at his words you backed up, falling weakly towards the ground as your powers were seeping out of you. You tried to use them to get out of this situation, breath shaking and palms sweaty as the seriousness of the situation dawned on you. You were well and truly screwed.

It was only moments before the GCPD came and fixed you with a power-blocking collar, chaining you up in an armored vehicle and sending you on a long trip to Louisiana. You had no next of kin to notify, no friends to take care of your apartment. You were alone.

Belle Reve was a hell of a place. You were brought in under the cover of nightfall and were only given a brief explanation of the situation. You were in a metahuman prison. You had less rights than normal humans. You were being tried for multiple robberies and the associated injuries that people had gained when fighting back against you. You’d never killed anyone, not since the army, but it didn’t matter. The crimes had stacked up. You were looking at forty years in this place.

When they threw you into the cell you were going to stay in, you were relieved to see there was only one bed and it wasn’t occupied. Solitude, at least, was your friend. You could think. You’d have thought it would be less time in prison since you hadn’t killed anybody, but it didn’t seem like it mattered. You shrugged to yourself. It’s not that you had issues killing people, you were in a special metahuman unit in the army before you became the Masked Marauder. You had a different codename then, but working with them had made you a little crazy. You had to see your close friends and colleagues treated with less respect than dirt because of their metahuman status, and you had to see most of them killed in action. You barely made it out, and you came out with a raging hard on for disrespecting authority figures.

You were only in Belle Reve for six days before you met Harley Quinn.

“Live fast, die hard, baby. You gotta do what you gotta do,” was something you heard a lot out of her smirking mouth. If you were in another life, you’d have been instantly attracted to the beautiful blonde, but you had enough crazy in you to not want any more on your plate. Despite the lack of romance between the two of you, you still got close. “As thick as thieves,” Harley would say with a wry twist to her mouth. She loved puns.

“Chronos?” You whipped your head around at the sound of your military nickname. “What the fuck are you doing here you little slut?” Your eyes widened as you recognized one of your previous teammates. Another bad egg, turned away from the army and towards a life of crime.

“Who’s Chronos?” Harley frowned next to you at the lunch table you were at, she hated not knowing things.

“That’s what they used to call me,” you whispered, standing and facing the other woman. You were small in stature, and the Amazon-like woman towered over you.

“Annie,” you knew she hated being called by her real name. She was one of the cocky ones, thinking metahumans were better than regular old humans.

“You’re wrong,” another voice called. “Chronos is a dude,” that came from Blackguard, a weirdo that you were avoiding. You avoided most people, really.

“Chronos is not a dude,” Annie growled, suddenly looking at the smaller man. “You calling me a liar?”

“I think it’s time for us to get out of here,” Harley dug her fingers into your bicep and pulled you towards the rec yard.

“What’s up with you? You normally love people watching the fights,” you wondered, concerned when Harley passed her favorite guard without saying hi. (It was Colonel Flag, the fucking hottest guard at Belle Reve who you’d definitely formed a crush on. You couldn’t help it, he was compassionate and he didn’t spit on you or throw you around or humiliate you like the other guards.)

“You didn’t tell me you had a super secret past with a cool nickname,” she whisper-shouted when you got to a bench and she could slap you on the arm.

“It didn’t come up,” you shrugged sheepishly.

“What does Chronos even mean?” She asked and you were going to explain, but Colonel Flag sat down at the bench across from you with a warm smile.

“Harley, Y/N, just the two people I wanted to talk to,” he then raised an eyebrow at the bruising grip Harley had on your arm. She let go and he frowned at the angry half moon marks her nails had left there.

“Not now, Ricky,” Harley pouted. “Y/N’s been holding out on me! She has a cool secret life and never told me about it!”

“I doubt you ever asked,” he followed up in a deadpan way and you stifled a chuckle. It was true. She could be forgetful and also unobservant. She didn’t exactly ask you about your life a lot. You thought it might be an act, she did have a PhD, after all.

“She even has a cool nickname. What does Chronos even mean?” She asked again, but side-eyed Colonel Flag when he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Chronos? I thought they called you the Masked Marauder. You’re in here for theft.”

“They must not tell you all the deets,” you raised your eyebrows at the man. “Before I was a criminal I was a part of an elite army group of metahumans. But that went to shit and I’m considered a war criminal in several countries. Never got the pardon for working as a part of the US military because they wanted to keep my unit under wraps,” you frowned. You couldn’t ever leave the country because of it.

“Well you’re not going to like the proposal I have for you, then,” he looked like he was regretting coming over to you and you threw a smile on your face.

“What do you need, Colonel?” You asked, tilting your head, but Harley was bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Oh! Task Force X? Is it a new mission?” She looked so excited you nearly didn’t listen to her words. But you did.

“Task Force X?” You asked him, narrowing his eyes. Maybe that’s why he was so nice to you all this time. He was buttering you up. “I don’t think so. I’m not dying today.”

“You get ten years off of your sentence for every mission you do-” You cut him off.

“You had me at ‘ten years off of your sentence.’ Say no more. I’m in,” you grinned, shark-like, at him. He had the wherewithal to not look confused at your sudden change of heart.

“It’s always fun, like weeding out the weak!” Harley exclaimed as you were ushered out of the briefing with Amanda Waller, a woman who terrified you and chilled you to your core. You felt okay though because Rick was going to be your commanding officer. It had been three weeks since your conversation with him outside in the rec area. Three weeks and your relationship had shifted just enough to make you feel safe in his capable hands. If it wasn’t the genuine human respect he gave you, or the dirty looks and reprimands he gave the guards who manhandled and mistreated you, it was the lingering fingers brushing against your back when he led you places and the warm smile he had just for you.

“Flag,” you smiled softly as you passed him on the plane.

“Chronos,” he smiled back. You knew it was commonplace to call each other by their names (Bloodsport, Blackguard, Chronos, etc), but you felt a twinge of fear. This was your first time using that codename on a real life mission since you left the army. But, when Rick came up with a fancy electronic screwdriver and unhooked your power-dampening collar, you felt such a high. You were ecstatic, your limbs felt light, you felt like you could go a million rounds against Mayweather, you wanted to fuck-

“Am I missing something? Isn’t Chronos a dude?” Blackguard asked, again, and you scowled.

“Chronos is a myth, man. This is clearly just someone with the same name, right?” Boomer nodded towards you and you gave him a tight grin. But before you could respond, Rick did.

“She’s definitely Chronos, and you better hope her powers aren’t mythical,” you grinned at that. He had your back. However, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to save them all if it all went to shit. For several reasons.

You hadn’t used your powers since arriving at Belle Reve, so you didn’t know if you were at 100%

You only had certain amount of power over large situations, so you’d likely only be able to save yourself and a few others

You didn’t care enough about these fuckers and they didn’t care about you. Your priority was to get out alive with Rick and Harley

That’s when Harley made her first appearance to the team. She was apparently good friends with Boomer and you mentally added him to your list to keep alive.

After you set off, things happened quickly for you. You made eye contact with Rick (yes, you were mentally calling him Rick now, because you wanted to fucking date the shit out of him), and made small talk with Harley as Blackguard freaked out about Weasel. But when you dropped and made your way to shore, you stuck close to Rick. He had your back and you had his.

As it turned out, Blackguard had set you all up, giving your location to the enemy and getting his face blown off for his efforts. You watched as your elite team of killers was picked off one by one. Harley had run off and you were panicking that you didn’t have an eye on her. You needed her to get out of this alive.

“Follow me!” Rick shouted, nodding his head towards his intended destination - the forest.

“But Harley and Boomer are-” you shut your mouth as Mongal’s actions finally took their toll on Boomer. But maybe you could fix it, if you could use your powers-

“No, we have to get out of here, or we’re next,” Rick grasped at your arm and dragged you into a full out sprint towards the forest, gunshots echoing behind you. You slapped his hand away once you were deep in the forest, though the sky was darkening you cut your eyes to his.

“Harley is all I have,” you spat.

“She’s my friend too, you know,” he frowned. You’d never used that tone on him before. “She can handle herself,” as much as you were loath to admit it, he was right. She was crazy but she could get out of nearly any situation. You sighed and bent over, hands on your knees as you calmed your breathing.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” you muttered, but you gasped when a sudden pain shot through your right bicep.

“That was a warning shot,” you heard a voice call out in accented English.

���A warning shot?” Rick shouted as he crossed over to you, pulling you close to him and inspecting the wound. It went straight through, but it was bleeding badly. “Warning shots are supposed to be in the ground, not at people,” he spat, considering running but you were in too much pain and losing too much blood. “Don’t use your powers in front of them,” his lips brushed against your ear and you nodded imperceptibly. You wouldn’t want to show your hand.

“Take the colonel,” a woman’s voice called and you glanced at him, wide eyed as they dragged him off of you.

“Hey, hey!” He shouted, reaching out as you fell to your knees, putting pressure on your wound. If you could stifle the bleeding until they left you alone you could use your powers to fix it.

“Leave the girl,” the voice passed by you and you stared at Rick, panicking but unable to stop them as three men held him back and dragged him away. You couldn’t help but think this was the worst case scenario. The enemy was taking your leader but you had lost too much blood to put up a fight.

As the rest of the enemies passed you, you sat back on your heels, but one of them roughly bumped into you, making you lose your grip on your arm. The blood flow was back at full force and the world turned black around the edges. You were alone. You put your left hand face up in front of you, and your right hand an inch above it face down. Your hands were parallel to each other and you tried to gather your strength to use your powers, but you couldn’t. You hadn’t used them in so long and you had lost a lot of blood. The last thought you had before you lost consciousness was of Rick’s panicking face.

You awoke to gentle hands cleaning your wound with what you assumed was water and opened your eyes when you felt a tight bandage wrapping around your arm. It was a young girl, younger than you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” she smiled softly.

“She’s awake?” A gruff voice came from behind you and you craned your neck to see a team of people behind you.

“Let’s get going then” another man said. “You patched her up, she can go on her own from here.”

“Who are you?” You asked the girl.

“We’re the Suicide Squad,” the dark skinned man growled. “Here to collect our Colonel.”

“No,” you sat up, quietly thanking the girl for patching you up. “I’m a part of the Suicide Squad,” you squinted in the early morning darkness. Was that… DuBois?

“Bloodsport?” You asked cautiously. Were these all other prisoners from Belle Reve?

“Who are you?” The guy in red and white asked you… Was that Peacemaker?

“They call me Chronos, but you might know me as the Masked Marauder,” you spoke cautiously.

“The thief? Why would they have a thief on a mission like this?” Peacemaker asked and you shrugged.

“My powers are useful for other things.”

“Chronos is a myth though, right?” A smaller man walked over to you, in a suit you didn’t recognize.

You shook your head. But that wasn’t the point, you had picked up on something DuBois had said.

“You’re looking for the Colonel?” You stood and approached the group, which apparently included a shark man.

“Yup, Colonel Flag was taken by enemies and is alive at their camp. He is our first mission,” DuBois spoke and you nodded.

“I’m coming with you. Colonel Flag helped me get out of the bloodbath at the beach. The enemy camp people shot me and took him away,” you frowned at the thought and the girl - Ratcatcher 2, she had specified - gasped.

“Why didn’t they take you, too?” She asked.

“I think they knew I wasn’t important. They noticed immediately that Flag was a military officer and took him away.” Likely to be tortured, you thought to yourself but didn’t say aloud.

“Well, let’s get going then,” Peacemaker said brightly and the group of you made your way to the enemy camp. You were lost in your thoughts on the way there. You weren’t sure whether or not you would kill anybody. Maybe hurt them or knock them out. You hadn’t killed since your time with the military. But they’d taken Rick and left you for dead. So you had very little qualms hurting them.

Turns out, it didn’t matter. Bloodsport and Peacemaker made what was almost a competition out of who could kill the most people in the sneakiest ways, but it got bloodier and bloodier as the rest of you approached the glowing tent. You heard laughter and glanced in, borrowed gun pointed in as you parted the flaps of the tent. But you immediately put your gun down. Rick was shirtless and all patched up, laughing with a woman who you’d seen the dark of the night before. You couldn’t help the rising feeling of jealousy, you’d never have that with Rick. The easy jokes, the equal ground. You were a prisoner, and you would likely die as one. But you couldn’t help the breathy “Rick,” that came out of your mouth when you realized that he was okay, and he wasn’t being tortured by enemies. He snapped his head over to you and stood.

“You’re okay,” he made his way over to you in three long strides, as if he couldn’t wait to be near you, and your heart swelled at the thought.

“So are you,” you whispered, and took a moment to look him over and let your body sag a little. You’d been so worked up that you had barely felt the pain of your wound.

“I didn’t know you were important to each other, I wouldn’t have let them shoot you,” the woman sort of apologized with a half smile and stood. “Let me get you something for the pain.”

It was then that she noticed the very silent camp, commented on it, and that’s when you looked down at your feet. Whoops, you’d let Bloodsport and Peacemaker kill an entire camp of rebels. People who were technically on your side. Waller had given you bad information.

Rick brushed a hand down your good arm and gently held you, pressing his thumb into your elbow as if making sure you were okay, that your pulse was strong.

“I was so worried,” he muttered, and you were sure only you heard it.

“So was I,” you looked up into his eyes, and if there wasn’t an audience, you would have kissed him then and there. Alas, you had another mission. Well, two. The first was to get the Thinker. The second one was to get Harley, and that was a plan you were ready for. You were down to clown, as Harley might say. As long as you had Rick by your side, you could do anything you set your minds to.

The Thinker would be frequenting one of his favorite bars, and as you left the shark dude in the bus you felt yourself relaxing a little upon entry. You knew bars. You knew how to blend in. You glanced over your shoulder, you couldn’t say the same for your teammates. So, you slinked away and found your way to the bar. The leader of the rebel camp provided you with a pair of stretchy black skinny jeans and a MCR band t-shirt. You’d fought harder battles in more confined clothing, so this wasn’t too bad.

“Una cerveza, por favor,” you spoke fluently. You grew up in the country, but your family was affluent and taught you several languages so that you could travel safely and easily.

The bartender smiled and grabbed you a bottle, and you watched the team gather around a table. They stuck out horribly, and you shook your head. Maybe with a few drinks in them they would loosen up, you watched as Peacemaker ordered drinks and nursed your own. You used to like drinking with friends, but other than Rick (and the missing Harley) you didn’t consider these people your friends. You had a tentative relationship with the Ratcatcher 2, and you were beginning to begrudgingly like Bloodsport. But, Polka-Dot Man freaked you out, Nanaue had the English understanding of a kindergartener, and Peacemaker was a dick.

“You going to join the team?” You failed to notice Rick coming over to you, and rolled your eyes, taking a sip as you mulled over your answer.

“Only if they start looking more interesting. You look like a bunch of tourists. I’d like to gather intel,” you scrunched up your nose at Rick and sipped at your beer.

“Yeah, you really look like you’re gathering intel, darlin’,” it was Rick’s turn to roll his eyes. “Sitting here, sipping on a beer and staring at us.”

You scoffed. How dare he call you out. But it was true, you were busy judging the team to actually get any good information.

“Fine, I’ll join you,” you swigged the last of your beer and glanced at the bartender. “¡Uno más!” You exclaimed, and the man smiled at you before grabbing you another ice cold bottle.

“You speak Spanish?” Rick raised an eyebrow at you.

“I speak a lot of languages,” you shrugged and took a swig of the drink before making your way to the now empty table. It seemed like your compatriots decided to go dancing. That left you with Rick.

“Oh yeah, and how did you come to know so many?” He seemed genuinely interested, though you were hesitant to talk about your past.

“My parents were diplomats and wanted me to be able to travel with them, so they had me learn Spanish, French, German, and Russian by the best tutors money could offer,” you shrugged, sort of stilted, at his curious glance.

“And I thought you were a thief because you were poor,” he shook his head with a smile. “Waller has very little info on you so I wasn’t sure.”

“My parents were cruel, and utilized their money to help bad people get into power,” you looked down at your lap. “I resent the things they taught me. And I tried my best to right the wrongs that people like them did.”

Rick sobered up and placed a hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he frowned and brushed his thumb over your skin. “I knew a little bit about your thievery and who you robbed and why, but it makes sense now. You were trying to help. I get it,” he sighed and took a sip of his drink while you downed yours. You hated talking about your family. You wanted to move on to something else. Anything else.

“I don’t want to talk about me anymore,” you sighed, brushing your hair out of your face and looking up into those beautiful eyes.

“What would you like to talk about then?” he whispered, not willing to break the reverie you were in. You were close, closer than you should be.

“I want to talk about you, Colonel,” you smirked and placed a delicate hand on his thigh. He dragged his eyes from that hand slowly up to your face.

“What do you wanna know, beautiful?” He smirked and blinked those pretty eyes at you. You’d both had too much to drink. It was a little scary making the first move, but you found him incredibly attractive and you were 99% sure he returned your feelings.

“I want to know,” you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. “What those lips would feel like against mine,” you wondered aloud, and his sharp inhale was all you had to go on before a gentle hand was turning your face to his. The kiss was gentle, tentative even, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted everything that Rick Flag could give you and you tightened your grip on his thigh, hoping to convey your thoughts, when everything went to shit. Peacemaker jerked Rick away from you and Cleo pulled you towards a darkened corner of the room.

“They’re asking for IDs,” she hissed, pulling you towards where you saw Abner had the Thinker.

“But what about-” she shushed you as you glanced back, making strained eye contact with Rick. Maybe you could use your powers to get out of this. But… You looked at the Thinker. This was the mission. You looked back at Rick. Would you get your brains blown out to save him?

You made your way to the exit, finding your way to the van and getting out of there. You were only vaguely paying attention while you were in pursuit of the truck holding your … friends? You panicked for a moment when it crashed, and when you pulled to a stop you sprinted out of the van and over to the fiery wreckage, thoughts racing about what could have happened to Rick when he, Bloodsport, and Peacemaker burst through the doors like some sort of boy band.

You couldn’t care less though as you threw yourself into his surprised arms and pressed your lips to his.

“That was stressful and I didn’t like it,” you muttered against his lips, barely noticing Bloodsport rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Rick smiled and pulled away to look down at you. “This is pretty nice.”

You scoffed and grabbed at his hand, not willing to let go just yet, and dragged him to your vehicle.

“Shut it,” you muttered as you all gathered. All he responded with was a light chuckle.

Your next mission was saving Harley, but as it turned out, she was no damsel. You were on your way into the place she was being held when she walked down the street towards you.

“Hey, guys! Whatcha doin?” She was smiling brightly and you rolled your eyes at the situation before hugging her.

“We’re here to save you, obviously,” you muttered and she looked from you over your shoulder to Rick.

“You came back for me?” She whispered and Rick came over to you, Bloodsport rolling his eyes in the background.

“Yeah, it was a really good plan, too,” Rick muttered, but still hugged back when Harley threw herself into his arms.

“Well I can go back in and let you save me,” she offered and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not necessary, Harley. Now that we have you we can get back to the mission,” you patted her on the back and nodded to the rest of your team.

Now, you could say that you acted heroically and saved the day, but you and your ragtag team… You were amateur heroes. It was a shitshow. You were setting up explosives with Nanaue when you had that bad feeling again. The one you had when you were going into that bank in Gotham. Maybe it was your intuition, but you knew some shit was about to go down.

“Keep at it!” You shouted at the King Shark and raced your way down the stairs to where Peacemaker and Rick were headed. If you remembered their part of the plan correctly, they were with the Thinker, but something went wrong when you were about halfway down.

“Fuck!” You shouted as you heard a great BOOM. They’d set off the explosives too early. Maybe you should have stayed… You looked up at the dust coming down from above. Your brain was telling you to get out before the building collapsed on you, but your gut was telling you to make it to Rick.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you chanted as you raced down the stairwell, crumbling concrete raining down as you danced around to avoid it. Your stomach cramped in warning, and you crouched into a ball as the floor beneath you gave out and you fell several floors. When your falling came to a halt you took stock. There was rubble above you, but not crushing you. Your breathing was heavy and your heart raced as you clawed your way towards the fluorescent lighting. You grunted and groaned as your fingernails cracked and your fingers bloodied, but you were not about to die here.

You crawled out into the open and peered through the dark, dusty hallway. You didn’t see anybody, but you heard a scuffle and made your way towards the grunting and smashing sounds. The alarm bells started going off in your brain again, and you started running. Your feet pounded against the jagged edges of concrete on the ground but you didn’t stop. You whipped your pistol out when you came to the source of the sounds, but you froze.

Your eyes took in the scene very quickly, and you knew there was a decision to be made. You saw Cleo’s figure in the dark corner, eyes shining in the dusty haze. The others hadn’t seen her yet. At first glance, Rick was atop Peacemaker, and your initial thought was that he was winning this fight. But his eyes, wide and shocked, locked onto yours for merely a moment before he collapsed forward, a dead weight, and all of your breath left your body.

You also saw Peacemaker’s eyes shoot to a computer chip that had scattered across the floor right before you came in. Right before they shot over to you.

But you knew this: Peacemaker didn’t know who you were. He had no clue what you were capable of. He roughly pushed Rick’s body off of himself, but you were faster.

You put your hands in front of you, parallel to each other, and green mist started swirling around between them. You hadn’t had to use your powers to alter a scene this big or intense before, usually just using them on your own body, but you could do this. For Rick.

Suddenly everything slowed down, Peacemaker was still lying on the ground, Rick was face-first in the rubble, and Cleo was crouched in the dark, hand reaching out to the chip.

But you were alive as your powers raced through you. You had seen yourself in a mirror once as you used your powers, and you could imagine how you looked to them. Glowing green veins covered your skin as you altered the fabric of the universe itself. A wind picked up in the room, swirling in tandem with the green mist in your hands. You only needed a few moments. You didn’t need to go back and stop the fight, you just had to stop Peacemaker. You contorted your fingers and molded the green mist to your liking before throwing your arms wide, the green mist expanding to encapsulate yourself and the two men. You didn’t need to include Cleo, she wasn’t involved. The wind whipped around, the green mist blinding everyone but you, and things started to go into motion.

It would all happen very quickly for everyone involved. Just a rewind. But for you, you had to painstakingly watch as Rick’s body rose above Peacemaker, and you had to watch as the ceramic in his heart was drawn out. You had handcrafted this reality and you were forced to watch as your handiwork took place. But you had gotten to the moment you needed. They were near the end of the fight, Peacemaker had slammed Rick into a wall, and with a wave of your hand, the mist disappeared and everything was clear.

“Wait, what?” Peacemaker shot his eyes over to you, but he was too slow in his understanding. You had already whipped your pistol out of its holster and shot him twice in the throat. He grasped at his, trying to stifle the bleeding and crumpling to the ground, but your eyes were focused on Rick. A very shocked, but very alive Rick.

“What did you do?” He asked, and you weren’t sure if that was disgust or wonder in his voice, so you turned, walked slowly over to Cleo (who had witnessed the whole thing through a haze of green), and picked up the chip.

“I believe you were looking for this?” You asked, holding it out in front of yourself to him. He gulped, walking over to you, but your strength was draining from with a display of your powers. When he pulled the chip out of your hand and tucked it into your utility belt, you wavered, edges of your vision darkening as you slowly knelt to the ground.

“What are you doing, we need to get out of here?” Cleo shouted at you, but you waved her off.

“I just need to sit for a moment,” but your voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“No you don’t,” Rick hauled you up by your armpits and lifted you into his arms, princess-style. “Let’s get out of here,” he muttered and followed Cleo out of the rubble and into the daylight. You squinted, the bright sun blinding you after being underground for so long.

“Shit,” you muttered, shoving your face into Rick’s neck to avoid the light.

“So,” he sounded very casual and you tensed up. “I really thought you weren’t going to use your rewind powers at all, what happened to make you use them?” You bit your lip, not sure what to say.

“Peacemaker killed you,” Cleo answered for you and Rick stopped walking. You winced and looked up at his face.

“I panicked,” you whispered, not sure how he was going to react. But when he turned his head to face you, it was as if he was looking at you for the first time.

“You saved my life?” He asked and it was your turn to gulp.

Okay, so maybe you had feelings for Rick. You knew that. He was a hot piece of ass, and he was kind, and he respected you. And you kissed at the bar and after the van chase. So he definitely knew you liked him. But did he know your feelings were deep enough to save his life and endanger your own in the process? Well… Now he did.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to lose you to that prick,” you tried to shrug it off, but Rick gently let your legs fall and your feet touch the ground. You weren’t sure what was happening until he reached out and pulled you into the warmest, most all-encompassing hug you had ever experienced.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered into your hair, and you let yourself sigh and sink into the hug.

“Yeah well now you owe me one,” you muttered jokingly, trying to slightly ease the seriousness of the situation. He squeezed you tightly once more before pulling away and smirking.

“Anything you want, you can have,” he smiled that sunlight-bright smile at you and you blinked at him once before returning his smile.

“You can take me on a date once I’m out of prison, how does that sound?” You asked and his smile widened.

“I can do that.”

“That might be a lot sooner than you think,” Bloodsport had walked over to you and (you assumed) Cleo had explained everything to him. You blinked.

What did he mean by that?

Apparently he meant he was going to threaten Waller and keep the information hostage. It wasn’t exactly what Rick wanted, but he got out with his life, and you didn’t have to go back to prison. You were thinking about it as you settled into your new apartment, only two weeks after fighting Starro and killing Peacemaker, your first kill in years.

You were sitting on your comfy couch watching reruns of Adventure Time when Rick called you.

“Hey,” you answered warmly, and smiled at his voice when he responded.

“Hey, yourself. What’s up?” You drew a blanket over your lap and muted the TV.

“Just relaxing. What’s up with you?”

“I was thinking, how about I take you on that date tonight? I’ll pick you up at seven?” If your instincts were correct, and they usually were, he was nervous about it. He was unsure you would actually want him, considering how sheltered and uneven your relationship had been before. You were quick to dispel that.

“That sounds lovely, Rick,” you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation when he hung up a few minutes later. You also couldn’t help the excited squeal you let out and the little dance you did. Things were finally falling into place.

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