#nanaue x y/n

[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.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 845

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Year posted - 2021

[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. 

[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.'

[wtfobiwan]

Life Itself

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Word Count: 1,543

Warnings: Death, violence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i hope so

pairing: Abner Krill x Reader

word count: 1.1k

warning: contains spoilers!!

note: Reader is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy :)

Can’t Sleep: … [2]

Damn, this is getting old.

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

"Yellow... what an irritating color."

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

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

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

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

"They can turn invisible?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And finally, we have Abner Krill."

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

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

'He's cute,' you noted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That is an overhead projector."

"Do you ever use it anymore?"

"No, not really."

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

With a sigh, Waller called on Peacemaker.

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

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

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

"Hand."

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

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

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

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

[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

[babblydrabbly]

A fic where Abner meets Y/N's younger sister (and he his super nervous) but when they meet, she tells him he is her favorite super hero

A Welcome Home (Abner Krill x Reader)

Pairing: Abner Krill x Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Language. Injury mention. Kissing. Pure fluff again! Loving it <3 Canon divergence obvs.

Wordcount: 1k+

[ A/N: Whoa! This turn into a lil fic of its own! Like I've said. It's a good thing no one on the squad died and everyone lived happily ever after :) Metahuman!Reader. ]

Fic Wishes Meme

Abner is smoothing his hair down again as you both wait for the door to open. You arch a brow at him and quirk a smile.

"What are you doing?"

He swallows. "Just...wished I looked a little more presentable."

You look at the pair of you in the front door window. Between you and Abner, there's plenty of blood, debris and rips in your uniforms that make you stick out like sore thumbs standing there on the neighborhood stoop.

You didn't think first— When Starro's arm came down, you had flung yourself at Abner with all your strength, slamming him out of the way of the creature. When the rats had stopped scurrying over you, when the smoke had cleared, you breathed a sigh of relief that Abner was beside you, alive.

He stood there, looking a little lost when DuBois, Cleo, Harley, and even Nanaue had parted ways, all with their own journeys ahead of them now that you were free. He avoided your gazed, his arms folded over his chest until you finally stepped toward him, taking his chin between your fingers.

"I don't have anywhere to go." He murmured, still not looking at you.

You sighed sadly in agreement, nodding your head.

"Looks like you're just gonna have to come home with me."

Home is a two story in Gotham City, sandwiched between a dilapidated apartment complex and liquor store that's been open longer than you've been alive. You have to kick the plastic toys and things away from the door in order to stand before it properly, the doorbell still so rusty you have to push it extra hard just hear it ring once.

"You're nervous." You note with a sly smile. The expression draws his attention, his face flushing as he pulls away from your tender gaze.

"Don't be." You say, just as the door flings open. Abner doesn't have time to startle before a pair of short, small arms are wrapping themselves around his middle, a tiny face peering up at him with big eyes.

"It's you!" Your little sister cries. "You're the popadot man!"

"Polka Dot Man. And where's my hug, you little cretin?" You snatch her up, tossing her over one shoulder as you step inside the house. You watch Abner hesitate in the threshold, his body half in and half out of your home.

"Did you... tell her about me?" He wonders as he gazes around at the messy foyer. There's stomping upstairs, the rush of children at play. In the kitchen, something strong and comforting wafts over to the pair of you, and your stomach growls.

You set your sister down, shrugging. "Nope."

"You were on the tv!" She explains. She reaches out and jabs a finger at one of the dots on Abner's uniform. "You were all woosh! With the dots— And then [Y/n] was all bam bam bam with her punching! You looked cooler though."

You wiggle a finger in her ear, making her squirm away. "Thanks a lot."

Your sister moves over to Abner again. There's a sincerity to her face that sudden makes him want to shy away. But he stands there, polite as ever, his hands cupped together in an awkward, patient stance.

"You're my favorite superhero now." She declares, and your eyes flicker over to Abner just in time to see his widen, a flush creeping back into his cheeks.

"Alright, little brat. Tell everyone else we're home." You instruct, scooting her along.

In total, the house had seven kids now, two more than when you left it for your sentence at Belle Reve. You'd been gone two years, and now you were back— With a boy, no less. The collective teasing left Abner embarrassed to no end, but you shrugged with confidence, telling them that you don't just bring any boys home.

"You've never brought anyone home, ever." You adoptive mother points out with a knowing smile. She asks no questions about prison, about the mission that had been broadcast for the world to see— Doesn't need to know. She tells the two of you to wash up before dinner; If anything, you kind of wished she would ask about the squad just so you didn't have to hear her tell you that they must not have had a good cook at Belle Reve— You and Abner were far too gaunt for her liking.

"It's prison, Ma." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

She ignores you, setting a plate heavy with rice and meat and vegetables in front of Abner. "Hope you like to eat." She tells him.

Abner gets about two bites in before stopping, the rest of the table scarfing down their food as he gets up to excuse himself suddenly.

You debate on whether on not you should give him a moment, before you glance at your mother, who nods encouragingly.

You find Abner in your old room, on the bottom bunk where you used to share your bed with your sister. He fidgets at his bare wrists, his gauntlets set down beside him. You move them carefully before taking a seat.

"Is this okay?" You ask softly. "I... probably should have warned you how crazy it is here."

Abner smiles faintly. He looks around the messy room, shaking his head. "It's alright." He begins. "I— ...I just didn't expect it to remind me so much of my own house. The one I grew up in, I mean."

You blink, frowning. "I'm so sorry, Abner, I didn't think—"

"In a good way." He clarifies, looking at you. Abner turns to you, his knee nudging yours. "In the best ways, I mean. My house... was like this one, some days."

He'd told you the worst parts. Parts he never told the others while you were still trekking through the jungle. For a horrified moment, you think this was all a bad idea— Throwing him into something that reminded him of his own family.

You're surprised when he takes your hand carefully, like you might vanish if he grasps it too solidly. You turn your palm up, lacing your fingers with his.

"You didn't have to bring me." He murmurs.

You revel in the way you can make Abner's breath hitch with just the faintest brush of your lips to his. You press them more firmly to him again when he sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut. You hum in approval when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch feather light.

"Gross! [Y/n] and Pompado are being gross!"

Abner tears away from you, his face redder than one of his polka dots. You growl at the door as you throw a squishy pillow out into the hall, missing the little heads that retreat.

"Get outta here, you monsters! Before I feed you to the giant starfish!"

Fic Wishes Meme

[blueeyedheizer]

❝Soft To Be Strong❞ — Cleo Cazo [Ratcatcher 2]

(gif not mine: ©neve-campbell)

WARNINGS: major the suicide squad spoilers, talks of death

A/N: This contains a little bit of Polka-Dot Man x reader as well :) also, my fics are getting shorter and shorter. I'm sorry about that 😫 wc: 0,5k

You closed your eyes as you sat back in your seat, a deep sigh leaving your lips.

The mission was over, meaning you were finally allowed to take a breath and rest. You had made it out with only a few cuts and bruises here and there but sadly, you couldn't say the same about everyone on the team. You had lost quite a few friends along the way, some of which's death affected you more than you thought it would.

But Waller had promised you would get 10 years off your sentence if you completed the mission, so that made it all worth it. Right?

A stray tear fell down your cheek as you held a piece of Abner's suit close to yourself; Cleo had kept it for you, she knew how close the two of you had grown. The mission had only lasted a week, but that was more than enough to make friends, and this is what happened with the people you had been assignated to work with. Abner had always been kind to you, and he never judged anyone. He was one of the kindest people you'd ever met, and you lost him within a fraction of second. You wished you could've said goodbye to him.

Sebastian settled on your lap as you grieved silently, patting your thighs before plopping down into a comfortable position and rubbing his head against your leg, as if to comfort you. He deserved that rest as well.

Meanwhile, Bloodsport and Harley were sitting quietly opposite each other, not saying a word, probably turning over the events in their mind. Nanaue was already fast asleep on your right. Poor thing looked exhausted. He was in a pretty bad shape, having been shot multiple times and attacked by some weird mutant piranhas.

Soon you felt Cleo's head lean on your shoulder and you instinctively tilted yours on top of hers, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Are you okay?" she whispered softly, tilting her head to look at you.

"I don't know." you shrugged, absentmindedly stroking Sebastian's fur with your fingertips and lowering your head.

"Abner would be proud of you, you know." She told you and you smiled, reaching for her hand to squeeze it, feeling tears fall down your cheeks as you fought to hold back a sob.

"I'm sorry," you apologized softly, taking a deep breath and wiping your tears with your sleeve. Although you trusted Cleo enough to know that she wouldn't use it against you, you hated showing vulnerability.

"It's okay to cry, Y/N. You don't always have to be strong. Abner and Colonel Flag were your friends, no one expects you to pretend you're okay." she told you sweetly, helping you wipe your tears.

"I know." you sighed, leaning your head back. You couldn't help but feel like you could've done something. Like Abner would've still been alive if you had just been more careful and kept an extra eye on him.

"It's not your fault." Cleo murmured, almost like she could read your mind and wanted to chase those thoughts away.

You closed your eyes and tightened your hold on her hand, breathing deeply.

You didn't know when or how yet, but Amanda Waller was going to pay.

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Polkadot Man x M! reader Pt 2

Warning-Vent and a little bit of fluffy.

Summary: you manged to find out the truth but it didn’t help the fact you were still clinging onto something that has been proven true. Abner couldn’t help but comfort you even if you keep on rejecting every advantage. The thinker couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice but also a hint of guilt.

You sat within the bus eating girl scout cookies that you bought against Rick’s thoughts pressured on the cookies. “I can’t believe you actual bought girl scout cookies” Rick pondered on your childish behavior. “Your just jealous for your not stuffing your face” Rick rolls his eyes but smiles and gives you a fist bump. 

Cleo grins for Rick stomach growls “And when was the last time you ate Rickie” you tease. Rick huffs and takes the offered cookies and says “Shut up” you hum. More boxes of girl scouts cookies are handed out to everyone expect Nanaue for he doesn’t eat such foods.

“I like strawberry” Abner mumbles to which cause you to trade over your strawberry for his chocolate ones. You gave him a sly wink to which cause him to hide his face with the help of the box. 

“Hey why are you afraid of rats?”  Cleo asks Robert while you moved and took a sit beside Abner. “Why are you so in love with them ratcatcher 2?, you know what I think?, I think you have serious case of daddy issues” you frowned at Robert. Robert isn’t exactly known as a expressive type and everyone can see it regardless how cold heart he is you know otherwise.  

 “I have no issues with how much I loved my father” Robert sighs “You remind me of my daughter that’s why I’m here”. You couldn’t help but smile while biting into a cookie. “Why are you afraid of rats?” Cleo once again asks the same question. “My old man. when I was a lad, if I didn’t finish a task right, he would dole out a punishment. And one day, he just locked me in a create for twenty-four hours. And it was full of starving rats”.

You sighed and whistled to gain Roberts attention and threw three cookies at him, he caught all three of them. “As imperfect my father was ,he loved me. I wish I could give that to you”. ‘Don’t worry yeah?, I’m gonna get you out of here alive” Cleo smiles “I’m going to get you alive out of here”.

“What about clock” you hummed “Your oddly quiet” Robert pips up “Oh yes whats your story”. Cleo smiles up at you while Abner turns his attention to how close you were. “I don’t want to bore anyone to death” Rick scoffs “Shut up and tell us, I’m all eyes and ears” you frown at him. 

“Uh...where do I start, I was born in may the 18th 1918″ you thought of how you lost your mother. “My mother died after bring me into the world. I was small but strong while my father walked out of my mothers life the moment he found out she was pregnant”. Cleo frowns “So my granddad took me in so all I knew was that I had to live through a time era where if you were caught crying even a little your shamed for it”. Abner places a shy but comforting hand on top of yours “I was different I knew that but different made me strong and I reached for knowledge”.

“I found it easier to keep to myself until Benjamin came along in shape of defending me” you chuckled a little. “He is my childhood friend who glued himself to me from the very beginning, you see we both grew up in the back houses” Cleo frowns out of confusing. “That is what we called them, it’s just houses that were mistaken for apartments” Cleo nods. “I remembered getting into fights with older boys and I was an idiot for believing that I’ll win but I never did” Chris now understand why you protect Abner. 

“But I ain’t no coward for I didn’t run away from a fight other then that the old crow wouldn’t let it go” Robert chuckles or something like that. “I would come home all scruffy every two weeks to the crows dismay” Rick nods. “Years past and I was top of my class even tho I caused trouble and had been caned for it” Abner winces at the thought of it. “I enrolled into university but halfway through my second semester I dropped out to join the air force in 1939 August the 18th” you had to take breath. “I had trained enough to find myself within the sky in the midst of 1942 defending my country” you found yourself growing a pit in your stomach and you felt like vomiting.

“I was battling above a filed like nothing had gone wrong in the first place, the very Nazi manged to slash me out of sky” Robert doesn’t know anything about the air force but can see it. “I found myself hurrying to my death until an enemy pilot collided with me but I didn’t meet death instead I found myself two days before the whole entire event”. “Other then that when the fall of Poland had happened I had to be the last to know” You squint at the box of chocolate cookies before you.

“Around the time Benjamin had been set off to Poland and hadn’t returned so when I had been shipped off to Poland, I searched for him” Robert clears his throat. “I think that’s enough” Robert could tell that you didn’t want to go any farther with your side of the story. Abner squeezes your hand and when you notice you move your hand from his to which caused him to shutter away.

“Hey penis-maker, we’re on a mission” Chris makes a face “Easy inspector gadget. A little drink never hurts nobody”. You frowned at the idea but you really need a pick me up so you gone with the flow. “Expect the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year” Abner commented. You stare at him and could tell he was still a little hurt from you moving away from him.    

“Here’s to last three hours of being alive” Robert didn’t agree “I’ll be alive. You speak for yourself”. You drank your drink like a shot and didn’t hesitate to ask for another. You find yourself laughing and watch as Abner gag on his drink to which cause you to pat his back. “Easy there dots, you want to be somewhat sober” Abner nods.   

Everyone found themselves dancing with the music blazing in the background. You watch them fail at one of the most simplest thing in the world and you couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon Y/N join us” Abner spoke while holding out a hand. “No you guys got it handle, I’ll just get in the way” you weren’t an upbeat dancer your more of slow dance type of guy. “No your not, you need this too” You smiled but caved in “Fine”. You took a last swig of your drink before standing up to dance with him.

You held onto Abner’s waist from behind and dance with him, for the truth you weren’t that bad. Abner sways his hips in synced with yours and you couldn’t help but evolve your arms around him. Swaying with your face just a few inches off from his right shoulder. You held his hand and kept on swaying while the both of you smile and laugh. You tugged him back to which cause him to look down at you, you grin and “Damn you are one dish”. Abner frowns out of confusion but by your grin it must be a good thing.

Abner turns around and stares down at you and without warning he captures your lips with his. You stood thunderstruck but kiss back after a few seconds, it never accrued to you how soft his lips were. How gentle and shy he can be, how easy a red tent grows across his cheeks. He had to be the most sweetest thing you ever had met. Far too sweet, Abner had to be the number one candy in the world. 

The two of you pull away with a small smiles on each other faces. You hum and kept on swaying to the music until Cleo poke Abner side. “Sorry for breaking you two up but you gonna have to focus for his here” you look and saw The thinker himself. You nod before parting from Abner to keep an eye on the weirdo over at the bar with Robert pressing a gun to his side.

But now here your with this odd looking man making a way to the back door with him mouthy off. “If you think that big mouth of yours is gonna save you sadly think again” he hums at your words. “Your the 1940′s guy right” you grow surprised “Pardon” he just smiles. You push through to the back only to see half-naked women “Sorry Loves we just want to get by” they screamed of course. 

A solider turns to us but Cleo makes a rat shove it’s way into his mouth to which cause you to frown. “Ah geez now you don’t see that everyday” you watch the man squirm while the others moved on. “Now that is nasty” the man reach a hand out to you but you declined his odd muffles for help. “Sorry mate it’s more like a you problem” he still lays there until he just stop moving. You made a face “Oh my goodness that’s fucking gross” you watch the rat scurry off somewhere else. You flinch when the rat doubled back and ran pass your right shoe “Ugh, fuck no” you shiver “Y/N!” you hear Milton call out.

“That was a gross way to die” Cleo only sighs “I’m sorry if that creep you out”. “No I didn’t mean it in that way for it was unexpected” Cleo looks up at you and smiles. You can tell she is still jumping “Welp weirdo how does it feel to be here” the man only grins. “Benjamin called out to you but you never came” you glare at him and kicked him. “Y/N” Abner spoke softly “Don’t his just lying” you frown and said “Yeah, his just lying”.

“Look Abner about before I..” you were cut off “don’t worry about it  we all have our ups and downs”. “For I killed my mom” you frown and by his very life you can tell he had done it for the greater good. “I know Abner and I’m truly sorry” Abner smiles and lays his head on your right shoulder. “Num Num” Nanaue says so you groaned “No, he isn’t Num Num’s” Nanaue seems disappointed.

Abner cuddles into your right side “Hey Abner” he hums “What are you gonna do once your free”. For the truth Abner doesn’t know himself “I don’t know” you smile. “You can see the rest of England with me then” Abner smiles and says “I’ll like that. Cleo came and said “Hey can I join” you smile and move over for her to join. She took your left while Abner has your right, Weirdo looks at you three before he started pondering over his own life.

“Okay so operation Harley” Rick says to each of us while we all nod.

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I know I said two-parts but I’m gonna stop here for now.

[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.

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As if seeing red, you flung yourself over Cleo and made yourself visible again. The gun was barely touching your forehead.

"(Y/n)?" Peacemaker was taken aback. How did you find them? How much did you hear and how much did you see?

"Don't you dare fucking touch her."

"Move."

"No!"

"Don't make me do this." Chris looked as if he was holding back tears. He's known you for forever and considers you a friend who he loves very deeply. Maybe too deeply.

Cocking back the gun, Chris whispers, "I'm sorry," with as much emotion he can fit into it as Cleo cries below you. Luckily your knight in black combat gear arrives on a stacked level of floors. Taking a moment to see what the fuck he was looking at—Peacemaker pointing his gun at you as you shield a crying Cleo—Bloodsport whipped at his gun and shot without hesitation. Peacemaker shot at him at the same time, however it was so fast that for a second you thought you had gotten shot for a second time. Once you registered what happened, Peacemaker dropped to his knees.

"How..." he wheezed.

"Smaller bullets."

You and Cleo scrambled to get up as Peacemaker dropped to the ground, dead. Robert made his way over to check on the both of you. You stared at Peacemaker with conflicting emotions.

"He killed Colonel Flag," she cried. "He wanted to share this," she revealed a hard drive to you, "with the press. It's proof the American government was behind Project Starfish the whole time."

Robert took the drive from Cleo as you covered your mouth in horror. Chris killed Rick? You didn't have much time to process this as Harley, Abner, and Nanaue made their way over. Abner made his way directly to you but was almost thrown off his feet by the violent pounding of... what? You didn't know.

"I think it's trying to get out!"

"What?"

"Starro the-" A giant limb of some sort broke its way through the wall. Some debris hit your bad side as you turned to run, so Nanaue lugged you over his shoulder as he made his way out of the building. Managing to look up, you saw Starro the Conqueror in all of his glory.

'They couldn't have named Project Starfish something less conspicuous?'

"Disparos! Disparos!"

Nanaue gently puts you down in time for thousands of little starfish aliens to fly towards you.

'Great.'

The soldiers around you started shooting but the bullets seemed to do no damage. Once the first starfish found its host, chaos followed. People were panicking to try to protect themselves, but no such luck.

"Cover your faces!"

You looked over at Cleo to see she was wearing her gasmask. Not taking the chance of trying to think of a better idea, you quickly morphed your face to dawn a matching one as well. It seemed to work since all the starfish that tried grabbing onto you were unable to do so. After about a minute of screaming, gun fire, and crying, everything fell silent. You dared to look up from your crouched position to find that only the people in your team were standing. Morphing your face back to normal, you found that wouldn't be the case for long.

"Woah."

"What the fuck is that?"

The infected soldiers were all starting to rise again. You sought out your favorite colorful teammate as he was currently spinning around in terror. If anyone asked, you would lie and say that you were holding his hand for his comfort, not yours.

"This city is mine," the infected general announced before every single one of the infected started screaming. Starro, as well as the infected, ignored your team and made their way into the city. Your team just stared at the sight before them.

"Task Force X. Are you there?"

"Uhhhh-huh."

"Whatever signal jammers were blocking our communications must have been in the building you just demolished."

"Yeah, well, we've got a mite issue over here, Waller."

"It's Project Starfish, Miss Waller," Cleo added after Robert. "It's headed towards the city and I think it wants to feed on as many people as it can."

"Not our problem. If you've destroyed Jotunheim and the records within, you've achieved the objective. Corto Maltese is no longer a U.S. ally. If anything, the White House will consider fomenting disruption in a hostile nation a positive development."

Seeing what Starro was doing to the people of Corto Maltese was... heartbreaking. Not to mention that your team helped set this beast free.

"You heard what she said," Robert declared as he walked away. He didn't make it far before he turned back around and started making his way to the city.

"She'll kill you, you know?"

"That's her business."

"I knew Sebastian sensed good in you for a reason," Cleo smiled as she jogged to catch up with him. Turning to Abner, you just sighed with a chuckle before joining them.

"Bloodsport, Ratcatcher, Mimic, turn around."

"Where go, friends?

"Nanaue! Krill, turn around now!"

You turned back in delight to find that Abner had joined you.

"Turn back now, God damn it! What are you doing, Task Force X? Fuck!"

Your team was making its way to the city with a quick pace.

"Turn around now, God damn it! You dumb pieced of shit! Motherfuckers!"

Turning to Abner, you just laughed as Waller yelled profanities at you. He smiled a sweet smile at you in return. You thought back to what you said at the table in the bar, 'If I were to die right now with you all around me, then I'd die happy.'

"God damn it, Task Force X, this is your last motherfucking warning!"

Silence followed. You found it strange that one of your heads hasn't been blown off yet. Maybe there was a malfunction? Suddenly, a new voice was speaking.

"Task Force X, the creature is headed to Calle Principal. Avoid Avenida Medrano. There is a swarm of infected."

"So, your clearest path is Calle Aguero," a man started speaking. This is real fucking weird. You followed their orders, however, and started jogging to where Starro was. Not going to lie, you were feeling pretty beat up at this point, but you decided to save it for later.

Robert started pulling all sorts of attachments out for his gun and started shooting. None of the shots pierced him, but it did get the beast's attention.

"Harley, (Y/n), take the high ground," ordered Robert. With a boost from you and a hand from Harley, you both made it up to the rooftops. You could hear Robert yelling commands.

"Nanaue, monster is nom nom!"

As you and Harley made your way to the highest point, all you heard Robert shout was, "It's your mom!"

Starro and all infected screamed out in pain as it clutched it's leg.

"I'm a superhero!" You heard Abner shout with joy. You turned around grinning to look down at him. His wrist vents were charging as he went for another attack.

"I'm a motherfucking super-"

"No!" you cried out as Starro smashed Abner. You almost fell over in shock. He- he can't be dead. He just couldn't. A sob tore itself from your mouth before you could stop it. Harley ushered you to continue.

"I know, I know, honey. It hurts, but we really gotta move!"

Before you could cry more, Nanaue was flung into the building in front of you, and it was coming down.

"Run!"

You and Harley booked it the other direction, however you weren't fast enough since you both fell through the roof you were on. You started coughing from all the dust and debris, but it just ended with you sobbing.

"It- it killed Abner!"

Coughing, Harley took a second longer to recover.

"Honey," she said while looking at you. You stilled your tears long enough for her to continue. "I know you liked him a lot but right now, we have to kill this thing. Come on," she held out her hand, much like she did the first time you met. "Do it for Abner."

You took a deep breath before wiping your tears. "Okay," you said defeated. You accepted her hand and heaved yourself up. As you did so, you mimicked Harley—javelin and all—and sniffled. "For Abner."

With each other's help, you scaled the collapsing building and slowly made your way to the top. Once successfully standing, you both saw the perfect jumping point directed at Starro. It was perfect eye level.

"On one?" you asked.

"One!" Harley shouted as you both ran down the path. It was just wide enough to fit the two of you. Grabbing your hand, Harley lunged off the wall and you both plunged into Starro's eye. It was strangely beautiful. You and Harley turned to each other with a smile as you morphed back to normal. Hundreds of rats began crawling through the entry you made. Blood flowed everywhere as the rats bit Starro to death.

You struggled to heave yourself out of Starro's eye, but with some effort it was doable. Making your way to Robert, you saw Cleo sitting in the rubble holding a piece of cloth.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, (Y/n)."

A faint grunting sound was heard along with heavy footsteps.

"Nanaue!" Cleo shouted and ran to him, but not before thrusting the spotted cloth to your chest. You held it there as you felt the tears start again. You felt... alone. It was a strange feeling; one that you were friends with for years, but ever since this mission started, it felt like a stranger.

You don't like the feeling.

Slowly, your team gathered themselves and made its way to a helicopter that was approaching. You couldn't stop staring at the bloody fabric in your hands.

"Pet pet," Nanaue said while looking at you. "Where Polky?"

"I'm right here!"

You've never turned around so fast. Standing there was a beaten and bloody Abner in a very damaged polka dot suit. Sprinting, you tackled him to the ground before delivering a very passionate kiss to his lips. You could hear some hollering in the background.

"How..." you asked once you finally pulled away. You crawled off him and helped him up as he caught his breath. Leaning against you, he answered as you made your way to your awaiting team.

"At the last second," he heaved out, "I used my power against his arm. It didn't go through him, but it made a big enough pocket for me to fit." He sucked in some breaths of air before finishing, "When he pulled away, I saw that he damaged not only me but my ventilators. I had to crawl to a nearby alley and hope that I wouldn't be found."

There were so many emotions you were feeling at the moment, you didn't know which to express. You decided on joy, and you laughed loudly. It almost disturbed your friends waiting for you, but once Abner joined, the rest slowly followed. You laughed until you were sobbing.

Thankfully, no one questioned it. You doubted they thought you were sane but oh well. Climbing onto the aircraft, you and Abner sat in the corner as the rest of the party joined. The aircraft took off as the sun rose in the sky, and gradually you and Abner slid into a comfortable position where you were both lying down—him holding you in his arms. The pilot quietly turned on the radio, and you both fell asleep with a smile.

🎶Life, I'm so busted.

And I just wanted to be loved by you, by you.

I just wanted to be loved by you, by you.

I just wanted to be loved by you🎶

"I love you, (Y/n)."

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