#i mightve checked it out before knowing how they write certain things just for the sake of it

[rivaiin]

i just checked what bloober has done regarding abuse and metal illness in the past and im ready to start biting

[callmeshakespurr]

Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

[marshmallowprotection]

So, little spoon saeran... we keep talking about him having nightmares, but what about MC? Im going to talk about this using my own experience though

I mightve mentioned it when it happened, but not too long ago, like just a few weeks i believe, I had a nightmare. I don't normally get nightmares; sometimes i'll get what i simply call a weird dream, which may spook me a little, but its never actually scary when i look back on it, and i can calm down rather quickly. I dream almost every night, dont remember most of them, but they're usually good or just meh. However, once in a while, I'll have a legit nightmare. I still remember the last one, too, which happened months ago. Its not scary anymore, and it was more of a disgust combined with fear because of the contents, but it got to me for... about a week. In fact, i can also remember one in particular from... almost 7 or 8 years ago. I lost all my pets in that dream, and had to literally get up and check to make sure they were all still around and alive, even tho i knew i was back in reality.

This most recent one started off as a (rather lengthy) good dream, mightve even starred some of the mysme characters in the first half, and took a very sharp turn to a nightmare, and then I immediately woke up. Ive read in stories and seen in movies and whatnot, characters gasping for breath after a nightmare, but this was the first time i actually properly experienced it. I was terrified. I think it was that sound. That damned sound your phone makes whenever you get a flash flood warning or amber alert. Its so unsettling. And the promise of death, in my dream, that was the message accompanying that sound, and the fact that the people in my dream actually had faces-- normally, when i look back on a dream, if i can recall what a character in it looked like, usually they dont match the character my brain labelled them as, mostly hair-wise, and they dont have a face. But this time, it was all the more vivid, because everyone had faces -- the right faces, the correct appearance.

It was so bad i had to go into my mom's room, because company tends to calm me down. But it wasn't enough. I had to sleep in her room; I was so shaken. The next two days: paranoid. Im not that conspiracy theorist "the government is out to get us" type person, but i was straight up paranoid. And then a few more days passed, i was rewatching my favourite youtuber, he was playing a SirenHead game as one of the 3 free random games, and i had to fast forward through that game after a few minutes because that sound

I had no intentions of writing that much context holy cow, sorry ^^"

What I meant to cover, was the fact that I needed that human touch, and so i just kinda half-held my mom's shoulder when laying next to her cos lets be honest even then i didnt want to admit i needed more. But with Saeran, where I'm already at that point of not feeling awkward about being so close (i mean, we're frickin spooning, its kinda a given lmao), I'd probably hold him a lot tighter -- like a lot. Because i tend to grip harder than i mean to, just in general, but especially in moments like that. Just straightup clinging to him, pressing myself as close as possible, face buried between his shoulder blades... clutching and releasing and clutching again the front of his shirt or sweater or whatever he wears to bed, trying desperately anything to alleviate the deep fear...

I'm the opposite of him, it seems. He needs space, while i need to feel as small and confined as possible, and i need the presence of another, and when it gets as bad as i have described, i need the physical reassurance of their presence, as well as that warmth and comfort, holding another being...

Hhhholy moly this is getting long. I'll stop now. I think i had a question regarding this, but I have no idea anymore lol.

[417]

You’re soft-starved and that’s okay. It’s okay to want the comfort of another person but it comes down to knowing when it’s okay to ask for it and when it’s okay to say that you need a certain kind of closeness. You can’t just assume that everyone needs hugs but some people may need hands or just the company of another person. It comes down to you and what you’re going through at the moment as well as your comfort zone. 

With Saeran, if it’s GE Saeran, anyway, yes, he wants to be able to be close to you. He wants that. He just needs you to ask for it and he needs to have the time to prepare for that mentally before it happens. It’s a small thing but it’s all you need to do to ensure that he knows he has your trust. He would do the same thing with you. It’s just up to how okay you feel! 

Consent. Communication! 

[mohammedrazzouks-blog]

also i know this is on kit’s blog and also my old blog and has been talked about extensively but the two jace x simon aus for great idris bake off are sooooo good i simply must say them again.

for both of them the set up is the same: they meet on the show and become fast friends and talk constantly and over the course of things jace slowly falls in love and flirts with simon and questions his sexuality-- whereas simon came out as bi in basically his first interview thing, jace is coming to terms with it over the course of the show. they live maybe an hour away from each other by train and visit each other during the week and call each other up for advice and do practice bakes with each other. if this is not allowed on the show i do not care and do not want to know. anyways so simon has a pretty awful week and knows that’s it for him and jace is more visibly torn up about it than he is. he’s eliminated maybe week seven or eight or so and he takes losing pretty well, and leaves cheerfully, but not before tenderly hugging jace and telling him “you better win this”, and it’s hard for jace! simon is fine in his exit interview, says he knows it’s his time to go and that he’s glad he met such lovely people he’ll be friends with for life. he pauses, debates whether he should say this, then says he hopes jace wins and also that jace should call him when he’s done with all this or something along those lines basically just putting it out there that he wants a date. this is where paths diverge!

jace and simon get together right after filming/while filming is still going but after simon was eliminated, so they’re already together by the time that episode airs, or right after it airs jace is calling simon up and arranging that date. 

if they get together right away then as fans are going crazy at the end of simon’s elimination episode they have a great time tweeting cryptic shit right after. also they’d been together for a few weeks by the time jace wins the show and he sweeps simon up in a kiss first thing (right after sweeping his mom into a hug of course bc first and foremost he is a mama’s boy!!!!) and this is when it’s truly confirmed they’re together-together. 

if they don’t get together then they stay in touch and stay friends after filming and as it airs they watch it with their respective friends/family and tweet and stuff, but the week it’s simon’s elimination episode jace is texting him to check in with him and stuff and then his exit interview happens and jace just goes bright red and doesn’t know what to do and izzy snatches jace’s phone and calls simon and tosses the phone back to him to make him get at it right away. it’s cute! they start dating a few weeks before the end of the airing of the show and fans see them hanging out on social media and stuff and then like two months later they confirm all the rumors that they’ve been dating. dope!

oh also forgot about possibility number three which is that their kiss right after jace’s win is their very first kiss on national television. love! romance! soulmate shenanigans!

oh also think it’d be lovely for simon to accidentally drop jace’s cake stand prize and break it and jokingly tweet the official gibo account to ask for a new one before his bf gets home and then jace tweets back that he always knew simon was jealous he won and everyone is writes a million and five cheesy bad articles about how they’re so in love. also everyone knows its a joke bc simon was almost insulting to the other bakers in how certain he was jace would win. also other contestants tweet about how offended they mightve been about simon being so 10000% certain jace would win if they werent so madly in love.