#robert dubois x you

[your-averagewriter]

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

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

Word count: 1.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, one drink.” DuBois gives in.

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

“Yeah, I’m gonna be that guy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna hang back at the bar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not together.”

“It certainly sounded like it.” He sighs.

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

“No and it’s complicated.”

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

“He was dancing with you and touching you.”

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

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

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“I’m trying to now.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Are you?” I say, quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AN: Hope you enjoyed reading!

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

[magicalqueennightmare]

Trust Me (Pt 3/4)

Rick Flag X Reader

Post Corto Maltese AU

You're getting used to the idea of life in Corto Maltese and starting to think you've found a new normal when Sol and Harley pull the rug out from under you.

You were crammed into the jeep between Cleo and one of Sol's men you recognized from the final fight that day against the soldiers of the old regime of Corto Maltese. His name was Samuel if you remembered correctly. You cut your eyes at him and he offered you a small smile "I'd like to thank you" your brows furrowed in confusion "For what exactly?" he laughed lightly "You pulled me out the path of a bullet and took down two men in the blink of an eye that day. Ma'am you were a force of nature..all of you were. It's an honor to escort you and to welcome you back here"

You couldn't help the shocked laugh that fell from your lips. No one had ever spoken to any of you like that. The task force wasn't exactly ever regarded as heroes..well except for Rick. He was. Was. There was that word again. You found yourself falling into that hole inside of you anytime you realized you had to speak of him in past tense. You realized Samuel was still looking at you so you forced a small smile that you hoped looked genuine onto your face "Thank you but it's an honor to us to be welcomed back into your country. I hope we can help with some of the rebuild efforts and find a place here" he nodded then turned his attention to someone speaking across the radio.

What the hell were you thinking coming here? You weren't a hero. Hell Harley was more of a hero than you and that was saying something. You'd simply fought the way you had that day because the pain inside of you needed an outlet and fate had decided to place quite a few targets into your path. If anything these people should be horrified of being around you.

You closed your eyes as memories of Dubois' face when he'd seen what you'd done to peacemaker flashed through your head. You could feel the blood cooling on your face and hands. Your shirt was stuck to your chest from the amount of blood that had seeped into it and very little of it was yours. It was a mixture of Rick's and Waller's puppet that took him from you. A small part of you had registered that truly that peacemaker was simply only that, a puppet. Unfortunately for him that part wasn't very loud considering the man you loved laid dead a few feet away from you. You'd never even reached for your gun, no Rick had done enough damage to him in their fight you'd been able to take him down with the two knives you carried. When Robert had come looking for you he'd found you sitting with Rick's head in your lap, staring blankly at the bloody remants of what once was peacemaker.

Cleo's hand slipping into yours pulled you back into the present as she gave yours a small squeeze. You gently squeezed hers back and whispered "I'm ok. Just tired from the plane" she nodded "We can rest before exploring with Sol if you need to" You shook your head "I'll get some coffee and food down me and I'll be fine, promise"

She nodded slowly after a moment but you saw Sebastian crawl from her lap into yours so you absentmindely ran your fingers down his back. He was more of a comfort than anything. Maybe Cleo and him could find a rat like him to train? You huffed out a tiny laugh at the thought of an emotional support rat. God, you could imagine Rick's face. He'd probably would've offered to get it a tiny little vest, maybe even a little american flag cap to match his. Probably say something along the lines of "I'm fine with it darlin as long as it doesn't try to get between us when I wanna love on ya"

Your heart ached thinking about him but you knew you had to keep putting one step in front of the other. Dubois and Harley were right about that. You'd had a few dark days. Dubois was a little rougher with his approach and had said "Fuck that. You think I'm gonna let ya roll over and die? Get up" Harley on the other hand had simply said "Come on dollface be the woman he fell in love with. A little crazy, a little angry and very much chaotic" so here you were in the very place you'd faced the worse trauma of your life which was saying so very much because you had to keep moving, not for yourself or even for your little team that had become more like a family to you but for Rick. He'd want you to still be you no matter how much it hurt.

You followed Harley through the house Sol had directed all of you to. It was a four bedroom and had a pool. Perfect for all of you. It was older and needed a little work but nothing you all couldn't handle and Nanaue almost lost his mind seeing the pool. After some debate Dubois annouced you were getting the master bedroom that was on one side of the house by itself. You weren't sure why but when you felt the mattress of the bed you didn't argue, the damn thing felt like laying on a cloud.

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After settling your few belongings she took all of you to her new base of operations. There was houses being rebuilt, the schools, stores and the hospital needed volunteers.Sol stood at the front of the room looking over all of you "We could any of you wherever you're most comfortable. You all have strengths in areas we need"

It was decided Nanaue was going with Dubois to help the construction on a few places while Cleo and Sebastian was going to the school to assist and that left you and Harley with a decision to be made.She gave you a wide grin "Come on babe, you know we can help at the hospital" you scrunched up your face "I dunno Harls. Maybe I should go with Dubois. Nanaue doesn't like listening at times and if he gets hungry and doesn't tell anyone.." she cut you off by grabbing your arm "Nope. You're good with kids, old people, sick people and can bandage people up in a pinch and triage. We're going!"

You knew better than to try arguing once her mind was made so you accepted your fate "Can I get some coffee first?" She giggled when she realized she'd won "I'll even get ya a nice breakfast sandwich to go with it!"

Years in the special forces, numerous missions and many times he walked away when he shouldn't have. So many things that should strink fear in the heart of Rick Flag Jr but the thing he was currently terrified of was seeing the betrayal in your eyes when you realized he was alive and you hadn't known.

"Rick. If you don't take a breath, you're gonna hyperventilate" Marcel spoke, reminding him he was in physical therapy. He was getting evaluated again but he knew you were in Corto Maltese. Sol had come by that morning before going to meet your plane. He nodded but before he could turn his attention back to what he was supposed to be doing the door to the physical therapy room swung open and none other than Robert Dubois walked in. "The dead lives!"

A smile split Rick's face seeing his own friend as he met him halfway across the floor. The two embraced before Dubois pulled back to give him a once over "Looking good for a dead man" Rick shrugged "Been busting my ass man" Robert nodded "I know you have your reasons so I'm not getting into it now but you shouldn't have waited this long to tell her" "Dubois man.." Robert cut him off by raising his hand "I'm not here to bust your balls Flag. She's just a good gal and loves you with every thing she has. I've been there for it. She's gone through hell so no matter what she says, give her time"

Rick's stomach knotted at Robert's words. He didn't like knowing he'd put you through any hell, intentional or not. "Where is she?" he asked in nearly a whisper. "Harley and Sol took her to breakfast" Rick nodded slowly so Robert patted his shoulder "I've gotta go. I left Nanaue at the fountains. I'll see you later, eh?" "Yeah"

Rick watched Dubois leave in a fog. Would you hate him for hiding from you? No. He truly believed there wasn't much he could do to make you hate him but would you still love him like you did before?

After a stop in the children's ward that left your hair rebraided and Harley dubbed the best clown ever you followed her and Sol through the hospital playing with the pink leather bracelet one of the older girls had tied around your right wrist. If those kids could be strong, you could.

"Where are we headed?" you asked as Sol opened the door leading to the stairwell "I need to speak to my cousin Marcel. He's the resident Physical therapist" You nodded absentmindedly. "After that I think we should go to the schoo considering how much the kids here liked Harley" at the mention of her name Harley glanced over her shoulder with a wink "Everyone loves me babe. Ya know you do" "Ya know it"

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You stopped out the PT room and started to lean against the wall but Sol shook her head "C'mon. He wants to meet you two" you forced a smile. "Ok" you pushed off the wall and Harley slipped her arm through yours "Its all gonna be just fine honey" "What do you mean Harley?" You asked and she just grinned in return. You looked to Sol who simply nodded and slipped into the door of the PT room.

You felt like they were hiding something but you trusted both women with your literal life so you let Harley lead you into the room. "Sol, where's your cou..." you stopped mid sentence. Your entire body froze, every nerve ending was dipped in ice water and fire simultaneously. You were stuck to the spot yet your body screamed to run. Fight or flight went into overdrive. Your mind collasped into itself and you barely breathed out one name "Rick?" before you felt darkness wash over you as you fainted.

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Fuck any pain he felt Rick was across the floor and catching you before Harley could turn. A grunt of pain left him as he lowered both of you to the floor, pulling your head against his chest in a recovery postion as Sol ran to grab water and Harley slipped her jacket off to put under your head. Marcel watched everything go down and when Sol cut her eyes at him he shrugged "Now that was some hustle. I see how the hell he's recovered this much this fast. I wish every patient had someone they loved like that"

Sol rolled her eyes then kneeled down next to Rick, gently touching your face as she called your name. When you began to stir it was only then that Rick realized he'd been holding his breath since you'd went down. The first gulp of air he allowed in burned as it went down. "Darlin?" he called gently and when your eyes opened he would've been prepared for damn near any reaction except for the horror that filled your eyes as you scrambled backwards off of him, leg kicking over the water Sol had gotten you in the process as you tried to get away from him "no no no"

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It looked like Rick, it felt like Rick. Fuck, it smelled like Rick but it couldn't be. This had to be a trick. Rick died in your arms. You scambled backwards until your back hit the wall and you felt your stomach lurch as your breakfast fought its way up. You barely made it to the nearby trashcan before it did. You didn't realized you were sobbing as well until Harley touched your back "Dollface" you tensed under her touch "What the fuck is this Harls?"

"It's Flag, I promise" "He died in my arms Harley. His heart stopped bleeding. Peacemaker killed him" sobs wracked your body with every word you spoke until Harley's hands fell away replaced by a touch you thought you'd only ever feel again in your dreams "Dr Vasquez said he nearly did. My body went into a coma state to protect itselt from the trauma"

You couldn't bring yourself to turn and face him, even as he pulled you back against his chest. Even after Sol ushered everyone else out of the room. "So you're telling me I left you there?" you sobbed, body shuddering with the realization. His warm breath hit your ear when he spoke again "Don't do that sweetheart. Don't you dare do that. You thought I was dead. You had every reason to think I was"

You closed your eyes at the familiar rumble of his chest against your back despite the little grunts of pain you could hear him trying to hide under his breath "Why didn't anyone tell me?" You slowly turned to face him and when you looked up into those hazel eyes the sobs that had slowed began to wrack your body all over again. Rick pulled you against his chest "I'm not the man I was darlin. I'm still healin. I was a lot worse, I didn't want you to have to handle that."

"Handle that? Rick, I've been losing my mind. I thought you were dead. Do you know what that did to me? What losing you felt like?" tears began to flow freely from his eyes as he pulled you tighter against his chest, a gasp of pain leaving him from the action "You hurt yourself from catching me" he kissed the top of your head "It was worth it"

You pulled back to look up at him and you really noticed the differences. The purple circles under his eyes, how the corners of his lips were drawn tight which was a tell that he was hurting and trying to hide it. Hell, his posture alone screamed he was in pain. You were hurting from not knowing, your heart breaking again for him not having faith in your love for him but you had to push that down to take care of him now. You noticed your fingers shaking as they traced his jaw.

"I wish you would've let me be here for the worse but I'm here now. We'll talk more later. Where have you been staying?" he grimaced slightly "Marcel's guest room" you nodded "I'm assuming you know Sol gave the team a house?" he nodded so you half smiled "I have the master bedroom which has a big kingsize bed which is heavenly soft. I am exhausted because I haven't slept more than an hour at a time since the night before..."

He placed a kiss on your forehead when you trailed off, his hands resting on your hips. "You wanna go get some sleep? Then maybe we can talk?" He gave you a weaker version of one of those smiles that had always made your knees weak "I'd love nothing more" you smiled "You need to get something for pain first" he laughed lightly as you leaned up to place a gently kiss on his cheek "Yes ma'am"

@princesssunderworld

[arcane-vagabond]

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.95k

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

Series Masterlist || DGU Masterlist

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

Like it was your fault.

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

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

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

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

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

You earned your keep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t reply, mulling over her words.

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t live like this. Not anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is this ship going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded vehemently. “Yes, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, and y/n?”

You turned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, ma’am.”

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

[mistycreativelilacs]

Thawing of A Heart Pt.3

Authors note: what’s this? Not me updating this fic three years later.

Whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯… Anyway here’s the (maybe) long awaited third part filled with tension and plot twists.

Content warning: Violence, gun use, references to castration, references to mental health, use of the word crazy, mild angst, mentions of character deaths, Peacemaker exists (rip to people who like him)

Pt.1 (x) Pt.2 (x)

You’re lost in the ever-changing branches of Rick’s timelines when Cleo nudges you. Your eyes sweep the plane, unable to stop the pang of longing for your old team. The pang turns to a dull ache in your chest as you attempt to block the visions of your friends' flickering timelines. If you were going to be any use to them, you’d need to re-adopt the Ice Queen persona you’d had when you started this job five years ago.

“So how does Bruce Wayne’s eldest charity case end up working with a bunch of second-rate criminals?” Bloodsport interrupts your pondering. He’d been watching you since the debrief, eyes trained on you like a puzzle he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to solve. You could imagine what Harl’s would have to say if she were here.

‘Ooooh, looks like someone’s got themselves a shiny new criminal admirer. Should I lick you to show him you’re already claimed?’ Said in the world’s worst stage whisper to garner Flags attentions. Subtlety and Harley were not synonymous, and no one cared more about the pseudo-relationship between yourself and Flag then your self proclaimed ‘BFF’. She’d expressed her feelings on the matter several times over the years. Your favourite instance being several months ago, during one of your last missions with the team. You and Flag had been arguing about sending you in to get information from the target when Harley sauntered over wicked grin on her face. ‘You twos should just relieve this obvious tension already. Seriously, here’s a broom closet. Go at it, for the good of the team.’ Manic smile still firmly on her face as she attempted to drag you into said closet.

“I believe the words you meant to say, Sergeant Dubois is ‘Bruce Wayne’s eldest child’. To which I’d have to say we have more of a sibling relationship. Not that it’s any of your business.” You hold his gaze. “As for joining the squad?” You shrug, “Wrong place at the right time.” He quirks his brow clearly unamused.

“I haven’t been a Sergeant in a long time.”

“And just what would you call your current roll here?” You gesture around the plane while he glares at you. The corner of your mouth twitches against your will.

“Waller evidently had been keeping tabs on me, due in part to certain rumours about my participation in corporate espionage. So, when I got picked up by GCPD for allegedly crashing Bruce’s new Ferrari into the lobby of LexCorps newest eyesore of a skyscraper in downtown Gotham, Waller swooped in.” Your little chat had garnished the attention of the plane's other occupants, their heads all turned towards you and Robert.

“You want us to believe that the daughter of Billionaire Bruce Wayne got hauled off to Belle Reve for crashing a car? And what could Waller want in a civilian like you anyway?” Peacemaker. You’d been attempting to avoid him since Waller introduced you at the debrief. If his persistent existence as the antagonist in your visions of Flag’s current timeline wasn’t enough to turn you off, the skin crawling sensation of his eyes constantly roaming over your body was enough to put him firmly in the creep category.

“Crashing a car didn’t get me sent to Belle Reve. As I said, I’d been the subject of corporate espionage rumours for years. Waller used my accident combined with those rumours to get me whisked to Belle Reve under the guise of my being a National Security risk. It took one phone call from Bruce to get the charges dropped, but by then I was already in the middle of Midway City on my first Task Force mission.”

“If the charges were dropped, why stick around?” Your eyes wonder back to Robert.

“Can’t a girl want to be part of something bigger than herself?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice and somewhere in the back of your head a voice - that sounds suspiciously like Harley- reminds you that you’re here to save Flag, not flirt with attractive violent Englishmen. Even if they did fall perfectly into your type of the emotionally constipated older dilf. “No, much like all of you Waller has a small amount of blackmail to keep me compliant.” You cross one leg over the other, adopting the oh so familiar public persona of a Wayne. “Unlike all of you, I’m being paid to be here.”

“But why does she want you here?” Peacemaker leans forward in his seat.

“Originally, she believed me to be some sort of hacker savant or a meta with some sort of compulsion powers. I was neither of those, but I did prove to be quite useful in the field.” Your gaze moves to you lap as timelines tickle the back of your mind, begging to be seen. “I do dread the day she realizes just what kind of bird she’s caged.” An image of Rick in pain flashes through your mind. Gone before you can really grasp if it was a future timeline or your own imagination.

“Are you saying you’ve got some sort of bird powers?” You toy with checking the timelines to see just how fucked you’d be for killing Peacemaker here and now but ultimately decide it’d give Waller more ammunition against you.

“My powers lie more in the line of a… second sight than with birds, although…” You pretend to mull it over, “I’d probably get along better with you if my powers were more avian in nature.” You could see the ghost of a smirk flirt across Robert's face and a warmth flits through your chest.

You avert your gaze before the familiar itch of branching timelines can pull you under. Perhaps Flags icy demeanour of the last few months had affected you more than you thought. It’d been a long time since such minor attentions from a man had you near slipping into the branches of time.

“What the fucks that supposed to mean?” Peacemaker stood abruptly, moving towards you only to be halted by Robert’s hand on his chest.

“Alright tough guy, sit back down.”

“Was it my use of verbose vocabulary words that has you confused?” You stand, waltzing closer to where they stand, one strand of hair curled around your finger. Perhaps Harley had been rubbing off on you more than you cared to admit. “Let me put it in words you’d understand.” Your standing face to face with Peacemaker now, Roberts body only partially between the two of you. “You.” You jab your finger into Peacemaker's sternum, brushing against Robert's arm. “Dumb.” Another jab. “Like.” Peacemaker's eyes had drifted to your finger on his chest while Robert attempted to move himself more in front of you. “Bird.” With the final jab you run your finger up and flick him in his nose, a move reminiscent of your nephews. With that final flick all hell broke loose.

Peacemaker moved to advance on you, having shoved Robert aside. You were expecting this, having let slips of the timeline penetrate your consciousness, and turn your back to him at the last minute grabbing the arm he’d reached forward to attack with. You flip him over your shoulder and as he slams into the planes floor, you dig your foot into his neck pointing your gun at his face.

“As you can see Robert, those fears of me being dead weight can be put to rest. I’m perfectly capable of protecting myself. Even against dumb brutes like him.” Peacemaker moves to grab your leg, and you let off a shot beside his head. “Stay down or the next ones a castration shot.” You move the gun to point at Peacemakers crotch and you catch a glimpse of fear in his eyes.

“Bitch” he gasps out as you dig the ball of your foot a little deeper into his neck.

“A bitch with near immunity, not that anyone would care if I wounded trash like you. Now are you going to shut up and behave like a good little dog.” Theres a flash of defiance in his eyes and you twitch your trigger finger.

“What the hell are they teaching in those fancy prep schools?” Robert's face didn’t give much in the way of what he was feeling, much like Flag, however you’d noticed that unlike Flag, Roberts eyes displayed his every emotion, if you knew what to look for. God, a few hours with this man and you’d already believed you could discern his emotions from a single glance. The sooner you got out of this plane the better.

“Looks like Rickies got some competition…” There goes the phantom Harley once again. Maybe her crazy is rubbing off on you like Bruce feared.

“Dancing.” You spit out, holding Robert's gaze as you remove your foot from Peacemaker's throat. “They teach you how to dance.” You’re finding far too much enjoyment in this little rapport you’ve started with the mercenary, but even Harley didn’t put up with your idiosyncrasies for this long, unless she was in a mood. The last person who could, ended up on the wrong side of Jokers crowbar. Perhaps Waller was right when she claimed the only thing separating me from the rest of the Belle Reve residents was the Wayne family name.

“I highly doubt dance lessons taught you how to do that.” There’s a spark of amusement in his eyes.

“Dancing, fighting.” You shrug “They’re one in the same are they not?” You sit back down, aware that the rest of the plane has gained a new wariness of you. You feel more than see Robert give you a once over.

“You truly are something else Wayne.” Robert exhales as he sits back down, the hint of a chuckle shaking his bulky frame.

Alarm bells start going off in your head. The kind of alarms that sound like Bruce and scream ‘life altering, name ruining, PR nightmare, absolutely atrocious decision making incoming.’

“You don’t even know the half of it Sergeant.”

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Slow and Steady

Single Dad!Rick Flag x Doctor!Reader

Plot: Managing two rambunctious kids with one in the hospital can drive a dad nuts. Thankfully, there are upsides being in the hospital.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: The amount of braincells shows. Almost had a brain fart halfway through💀Really appreciate the feedback and reblogs! Why is the gif wacky or is it on my end.

“Daddd!!!” Robert Flag or Robbie, as he’s affectionately known as groans on the hospital bed. “I swear I’m fine!” The younger of the two by three minutes immediately has the sense to shut his mouth at the sight of his father’s arched eyebrow at his choice of words.

“Sorry buddy, no arguments on this one.” Rick fluffs the pillows on the spare bed. “If it’s any consolation, your brother will be here after school.”

Robbie pouts but doesn’t argue any further. As long as Evan was with him, Robbie did not need anything else. Rick takes a sigh of relief, grateful that he did not need to perform damage control on his six year old. Before he can sit on the bed, the door slides open.

“Dr L/N!” Robbie greets you cheerfully for someone who received a concussion and a fractured hip bone at a kid’s soccer game. You smile at the lively kid, excited to see someone else other than his dad who immediately sits upright.

“Hello Robert, hello Rick.” You walk over to check Robbie’s vitals and made sure everything was in order. Satisfied, you turned to address Rick. “He’s alright. Everything seems to be healing well and we may even discharge him in about two to three days.”

You thought the good news would bring some solace to Rick but maybe he wasn’t a man of many expressions as he simply nods his head, coughing out a thanks. Then again, it wasn’t easy being in his shoes.

Before the silence could drag out any longer, the door bursts open and a little tornado bursts into the room, tackling his younger brother much to your amusement.

“Hey bud, let’s take it easy on your brother okay?” A gruff voice comes from behind. “How you doing champ?” Robert DuBois walks in with two big paper bags from McDonalds.

“Fine! Like I told Dad for the hundredth time.” Little Robert emphasizes causing the adults to break into chuckles. Even Rick had cracked a smile. “I’m hungry, can I please eat Dad? Pleaseeee?” He drags out the last syllable and you wonder how Rick had the strength to not spoil this adorable kid. Parenting was certainly a wonder.

“Alright,” Rick gives in and the children cheer. “But no eating contests! I don’t want the Nurse telling me that she has to clean up after your mess Robert Quinn Flag.” He warns the younger of the two, trying to ignore Evan’s snickers.

“Don’t worry mate, I got it. Now why don’t you take a break! You look like you haven’t showered for ages.” Rick’s good friend steps in. You could have sworn the bigger Robert giving you a cheeky glance before turning his attention back to his friend.

“What about you Dr L/N? Are you busy?”

“Oh. Well, Robbie here was my last patient for the day. Thought I could see how he was doing before I say goodbye.” You replied, knowing that half of it was the truth. DuBois grin became wider and Rick smelled something brewing far away. As much he was his friend and partner on the field, Rick wanted to wipe the grin off his face.

“Good of you. Robbie, you feeling alright?” He looks at the boy who was named after him and was proceeding to make an assault on the fries. Robbie nods. “Uh huh, I’m -eachy.”

DuBois smiles, looking satisfied. “Great! Then you can have dinner with my friend here while I spend time with my godsons!” Rick’s head snaps towards his friend, mouthing a couple of words that you couldn’t make out.

“Yeah, sure! I would love too if Rick doesn’t mind.” You were casual but secretly hoping that you did not come off as desperate.

You see, when you had just transferred to Midway City Hospital, Robbie was one of your first patients. Despite his injuries that were borderline severe for a six year old, Robbie was lively as ever and may had a hand in getting you and Rick to talk to each other.

“Dr L/N!”

“Hello, Robbie. How are you feeling?”

“It still hurts, but it doesn’t hurt as much.” Robbie shrugs. The door slides open to reveal a strapping man whom you assumed to be Robbie’s father. Dressed in a black t-shirt, you could not help but to notice how it enhanced his physique. The moment he sees you, he attempts to sweep his blonde hair to one side, making himself presentable. Before he can say anything, his son beats him to it.

“My dad thinks you’re really pretty Dr L/N. I told him so but he didn’t believe me.” Robbie pouts, unaware that he had exposed Rick who turns beet red. Robbie doesn’t notice this and pushes on with his purpose. “He does! He wants to eat with you but he’s too scared to say anything.”

You were shocked at the brutal honesty of the kid, not knowing what to say yourself. Trying to be the professional medical personnel that you were trained to be, you made light of the situation.

“Aren’t you the big mouth huh? I suppose that means you are getting better! Now let’s check the machine ok?”

Bringing yourself back to present day, Rick coughs and looks at you, as if seeking for permission. You give a small nod. No ethical boundaries that you know of now that Robbie’s about to be discharged.

“I’m wrapping up in fifteen minutes if you can wait for me.”

And that’s how you find yourself almost running back to the counter to offload the equipment and belongings much to all the nurses’ and doctors’ amusement.

“Hot military single dad finally asked you out?” You turn to see Ingrid, one of the nurses chewing on gum with a cheeky glint in her eye. She was also one of your closest friends in the hospital. “About damn time.”

“Ingrid, it’s just a meal.” You blushed, not bothering to address the knowing look on her face with regards to your growing crush on the man. “I gotta go! Bye!” You dashed out almost as quick as you dashed in, leaving Ingrid chuckling at your eagerness to get to your “meal”.

***

You sliced the fish, placing it into your mouth to keep it occupied. Apart from meeting a cleanly shaven Rick at the first floor of the hospital, not a word was said between the two of you. Until now.

“Robbie will miss you. He always tells me how you took such good care of him.” Rick breaks the silence and you smile. “Well, Robbie is a pleasant boy. I’m just glad he’s better.”

Rick nods and you rack your brain for another conversation topic before the wave of silence hits again.

“So when can I-”

“Can I see you-”

You both look at each other and burst into laughter. “Please Doctor, go ahead.” Rick tells you.

“Call me Y/N. And no, you go ahead.”

A steely look of determination flashes Rick’s eyes and he sits up straight. “I hope that I can see you again. On another date. I want to get to know you better outside of this hospital and when my kids and best friend aren’t trying to play matchmaker.” He narrows his eyes in the direction behind you, causing you to turn around to see a large figure and two smaller figures farting behind a concrete slab of wall.

“I’m kind of upset you know.”

Rick neck almost suffers from whiplash from that sentence and you see the Colonel taken aback. You weren’t that mean so you break into a small smile much to his confusion.

“I was preparing so hard to ask you the same thing but I guess you have a habit of beating others to it first.”

Rick pauses, processing your words before he breaks out into a smile of his own. “I guess Robert making me clean up was worth something.”

You laugh at the sudden comment, shaking your head. “I would still have said yes Rick.”

“I’ve seen men who look polish but are the dirtiest, uncouth shit bags ever. To their wives, their children.” You closed your eyes for a moment to fight away the memories you were unfortunately a witness to. “You are an amazing father and I’m glad you asked me.”

A wave of confidence takes over Rick. “So, I know a great place and if you’re free for dinner on Saturday?” He pauses as if thinking about something. “I’ll let you once I find someone to take care of my boys.”

“Already taken care of lad! You just have a great meal with the Doctor!” A loud yell comes across the lobby that attracts everyone’s attention much to Rick’s embarrassment.

You almost fall off your chair at the force of two little bodies rushing to hug you.

“Yay! Now you can take care of me now!” Robbie jumps up and down, completely ignoring his long process to recovery. But it was Evan that took the both of you aback.

“Now can we call her mom?”

Your mouth is left hanging and Rick quickly comes to your rescue. “Slow your horses, it’s just a meal buddy.”

“But you love her!”

“Ok.” Rick mutters under his breath. “I think it’s time for Uncle Robert to take the two of you back so I can continue talking with Dr- Ms Y/N over here.” He cranes his neck, giving a death stare at his old friend who doesn’t seem to be any rush to rescue him from his kids.

As you wave goodbye to the kids and Robert, you turn to Rick who was trying to compose himself. You reach out, holding your hands in his.

“Hey, their sweet kids but whatever it is, you don’t need to be pressured.”

You squeeze his hand as a form of reassurance.

“We do this slowly. Together.”

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Hello and Happy Holidays :D

Now that the Supermassive Pairing Tournament is over, I'm happy to share all votes each pairing got :D

Laura Kearney x Max Brinly: 1.826 (245+195+237+357+258+299+235)

Ryan Erzahler x Dylan Lenivy: 1.597 (217+192+197+585+252+154)

Jamie Tiergan x Erin Keenan: 1.528 (202+119+248+423+236+222+78)

Josh Washington x Chris Hartley: 1.511 (1.314+77+120)

Sam Giddings x Hannah Washington: 1.423 (215+109+199+729+171)

The Curator x Dr. Hill: 1.318 (199+108+565+446)

Rachel King x Clarice Stokes: 1.253 (123+97+151+773+109)

Jason Kolchek x Salim Othman: 1.183 (185+142+209+647)

Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett: 1.179

The Curator x Player: 1.131 (312+102+717)

Emma Mountebank x Abigail Blyg: 1.092 (147+78+752+115)

Emily Davis x Jessica Riley: 1.091 (152+92+241+441+165)

Ashley Brown x Jessica Riley: 1.054 (160+136+142+590+26)

Matt Taylor x Jessica Riley: 1.005 (185+116+160+544)

Conrad x Brad Smith: 982 (107+65+168+258+223+161)

Nick Kay x Salim Othman: 818 (23+30+219+546)

Becky Marney x Felicity Graves: 806 (488+157+161)

Beth Washington x Sam Giddings: 728 (126+136+173+293)

Mike Munroe x Jessica Riley: 701 (116+124+180+281)

Fliss DuBois x Julia: 651 (157+94+400)

Laura Kearney x Hannah Washington: 559 (100+104+150+205)

Laura Kearney x Kaitlyn Ka: 512 (217+140+155)

Jeff Whitman x Marie Whitman: 391 (140+81+170)

Kate Wilder x The Curator: 387

Dylan Lenivy x Chainsaw: 374 (164+56+154)

Mark Nestor x Kate Wilder: 343 (88+103+152)

Dar Basri x Eric King: 334 (115+70+149) + Josh Washington x Jessica Riley: 334 (115+44+175)

Emily Davis x Ashley Brown: 311 (175+78+58)

Nick Kay x Jason Kolchek: 287 (194+93)

Kate Wilder x Jamie Tiergan: 257 (66+147+44)

John x Angela: 230 (106+124)

Nick Kay x Salim Othman x Jason Kolchek: 222 (81+141)

Ashley Brown x Chris Hartley x Josh Washington: 220 (170+50)

Emma Mountebank x Kaitlyn Ka: 219 (68+70+81)

Emily Davis x Sam Giddings: 194

Conrad x Fliss DuBois: 193 (123+52+18)

Alex Smith x Julia: 192 (109+55+28)

Chris Hartley x Ashley Brown: 183

Daniel x Taylor: 162 (127+35)

Hannah Washington x Jessica Riley: 161 (41+97+23)

Beth Washington x Laura Kearney: 159 (120+39)

Tanya Clarke x Vince Barnes: 149 (107+42)

Hannah Washington x Emily Davis: 147 (114+33)

Conrad x Josh Washington: 131 (108+23)

Eric King x Nick Kay x Rachel King: 127 (76+51)

Max Brinly x Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett: 124

Hannah Washington x Ashley Brown: 118 (89+29)

Kurum x Balathu: 110 (45+65)

Kaitlyn Ka x Ryan Erzahler x Dylan Lenivy: 108

Matt Taylor x Ashley Brown: 105 (91+14)

Brad Smith x Fliss DuBois: 103

Adam Jones x Jonathan Finn: 96 (76+20)

Granthem Du’Met x Kate Wilder: 92 (81+11)

Joseph Lambert x Amy Lambert: 83

Mike Munroe x Jessica Riley x Emily Davis: 79

Joe Roberts x Charlie Anderson: 72

Nick Furcillo x Abigail Blyg: 69

Kate Wilder x Shelby: 65

Eric King x Nick Kay: 61

Conrad x Brad Smith x Fliss DuBois: 57

Sam Giddings x Jessica Riley: 56

Kate Wilder x Erin Keenan x Jamie Tiergan: 55

Jacob Custos x Nick Furcillo: 51

Emma Mountebank x Kaylee Hackett: 49

Nathan Merwin x Joey Gomez: 48

Mark Nestor x Kate Wilder x Jamie Tiergan x Erin Keenan: 47

Rachel King x The Ancient One: 45

Kate Wilder x Julia: 42

Nick Kay x Rachel King: 41 (18+23)

Kate Wilder x Erin Keenan: 38

Brad Smith x Dylan Lenivy: 36

Erin Keenan x Rachel King: 34

Beth Washington x Emily Davis: 26 + Danny x Olson: 26

Conrad x Beer x Rachel King: 24 + Granthem Du’Met x Jamie Tiergan: 24

Granthem Du’Met x Erin Keenan: 21 + Kate Wilder x Michelle Morello: 21

Salim Othman x Dar Basri: 20

Tabitha Milton x Taylor: 19

Mark Nestor x Joseph Morello: 18

Abraham Alastor x Tabitha Milton: 17

Conrad x Jacob Custos: 16

Lady Bradshaw x Ellis van Huyten: 14

Charlie Anderson x Hodgson expedition: 10

Revenant Carver x Judge Wyman: 9

Thank you for doing these tournaments <3

Omg, thank you for doing these things! They are so interesting to look at

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Character/Fandom List

(Updated February 5th, 2023)

*I DO NOT WRITE FOR CELEBRITIES.

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*If you see a character that is not listed, please ask! I’m sure I write for that character, I just forgot to put it on this very long list!

*If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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DC Extended Universe

Suicide Squad (2016) / The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man, Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, Floyd Lawton/Deadshot, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Robert Dubois/Bloodsport

Birds Of Prey

Dinah Lance/Black Canary, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress, Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Fear Street Trilogy

Cindy Berman, Deena Johnson, Heather Watkins. Christine “Ziggy” Berman*,Kate Schmidt, Nick Goode*, Ruby Lane, Samantha Fraser, Simon, Tommy Slater

*Please specify which actor

The Last of Us (HBO)

Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Janet, Jason Mendoza, Michael, Tahani Al-Jamil

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies

Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

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Thawing of a Heart

by MistyCreativeLillacs Reader is a member of Task Force X with unrequited feelings for a certain Colonel. Words: 4144, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Rick Flag, Robert DuBois, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU), Harley Quinn, Harleen Quinzel Relationships: Rick Flag & Reader, Rick Flag/Reader, Bloodsport/Reader, Robert DuBois & Reader, Robert DuBois/Reader, Rick Flag & You, Robert DuBois/You Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Swearing, Threats of Castration, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Time Shenanigans, Fix-It of Sorts, Not Canon Compliant, fuck peacemaker, Mental Health Issues, Use of the word crazy, Gun Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Love Triangles, Love Confessions via https://ift.tt/rPzoRsi

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Thawing of a Heart

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CAmFWsn by MistyCreativeLillacs Reader is a member of Task Force X with unrequited feelings for a certain Colonel. Words: 4144, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Rick Flag, Robert DuBois, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members (DCU), Harley Quinn, Harleen Quinzel Relationships: Rick Flag & Reader, Rick Flag/Reader, Bloodsport/Reader, Robert DuBois & Reader, Robert DuBois/Reader, Rick Flag & You, Robert DuBois/You Additional Tags: Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Swearing, Threats of Castration, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Time Shenanigans, Fix-It of Sorts, Not Canon Compliant, fuck peacemaker, Mental Health Issues, Use of the word crazy, Gun Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Love Triangles, Love Confessions read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CAmFWsn

[fuddlewuddle]

I don’t know if it was you that wrote them but I swear there were a few more Rick Flag x Robert Dubois fics on AO3 and now they’re gone :(, but I can’t get the one where it was Dubois who was stabbed by Peacemaker

Hi Nonnie,

Yes that would’ve been me. I’ve just made a lot of my older fics locked to AO3 users only so you have to log in to see them.

Thanks!

[charnelhouse]

Hey Queen💜 It's Perseids season here and it got me thinking about this request...would you consider stargazing with Rick Flag and Bloodsport? Maybe drinking and chilling after some especially tough mission - and then things can get as spicy as you would like.

A/N: Rick Flag x F!Reader x Robert DuBois. Sum Smut.

The wet grass seeps into your pants - cold and damp as it sinks into your skin. Flag and DuBois flank your sides - two enormous bodies - soft with heat as they unconsciously press themselves against you.

“Beer?” DuBois asks after he’s already shoving the bottle into your hand. It’s two days until the next mission and the air is swept up with that sharp adrenaline - that curious bite of energy that always blossoms before you board that jet to places unknown.

“How’s the wrist?” Flag asks you - gently touching it - thumb and forefinger gripping the swollen flesh.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “I’ll be careful with it.”

"Better be," DuBois interjects. "I need that hand."

You raise an eyebrow. "For?"

He goes slack with innocence while Flag rolls his eyes. "Things."

The last fight had been rough. Each of you is still recovering - still wrapping your limbs and placing bags of ice on bruised bones. Flag had been furious at Waller - pissed that she would shove you into another mission so quickly after one that had nearly meant the death for all three of you.

It’s Waller, Flag. Are we surprised? We could have our brains falling out of our heads and she’d still put us on a team if we could shoot straight.

***

“It’s gorgeous,” you murmur as you stare at the sky. The canvas of silk blue night - the spray of glittering stars - blinking blinking - before its split by the sudden blaze of a meteor.

“It’s alright,” DuBois grumbles as he shifts next to you - reaching behind him to find another beer. Rick leans closer - the length of his frame slightly overwhelming. It’s the smell of them both - that smoke and musk and sweat that lingers like a natural aftershave.

Fever swells between your legs - warm and slick and it’s that desire that breaks you open. You’re not normal. You’re burdened by strange wants and that creeping need to be overtaken or filled up or punched with pleasure before a fight - after a fight - all the damn time.

You offer Rick a sideways glance and it’s already there - already written across his expression. That want - that longing to touch and feel before you’re shipped out. You’ve fucked him before - fucked DuBois before and there’s a camaraderie between the three of you that no one else really understands. The way you’re treated like dogs and made to heel beneath Waller’s boots. The way you keep to the shadows - built for the darker missions - the ones that are fated to end in death.

Used like target practice - bait - little worms on a hook.

You turn to face DuBois and he meets you halfway - large hand on your cheek before he’s crushing his mouth to yours. There’s the shove of his tongue as you feel Flag’s hands on your hips - fingers moving under your clothes and then curling deep inside the soaked channel of your cunt.

“C’mon - now,” DuBois whispers into your ear - jaw sharp against your shoulder. “Get on that pretty back for us.”

Flag is there as he always is - the solid, perfect wall of him. His kindness and weariness out of place in your ramshackle, psychotic group of misfits. “Such a good girl,” he hums. “Wet little thing.”

It’s like everything falls into place - movements rolling into the next - words and tongues and lips solidly intertwining until you find yourself shaking apart on Flag’s cock. DuBois hot and thick in your mouth and it’s nice - a lovely little respite from the cloud of shit that has become your life.

“The shower,” you gasp into Flag’s kiss. ‘We’re missing it.”

A chuckle rises from DuBois - low and oddly tender for someone like him. “No need,” he says. “This view is nicer.”

[lacontroller1991]

The Last Night (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Rick. Please.”

“Please what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t have a…”

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

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

“What is?”

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

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

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

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

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

[torchbearerkyle]

deadly nightshade.

CHAPTER 2: Unwanted bonding time

Rick Flag x Spy!reader

Word count: 2.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Evqmjdbujpo dpnqmfuf. Joufm't tbgf. -OX

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

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

Gvdljoh Jejpu. Zpv dpvme ibwf dbmmfe nf.

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

But where was the fun in that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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SOCA THERAPY - DECEMBER 15, 2024

Sunday December 15th 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Making You Wine from 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Bring Out The Ham (Dr. Jay Plate) - Marcia Miranda

Maria (Dr. Jay Plate) - Crazy

De Sweetest Lime - Baron x H20 Phlo

Baila La Parang - RemBunction

Trini Christmas - Nicole De Couteau

Smoke In De Kitchen - Rizon

Christmas By Your Door - H20 Phlo

Tight - Olatunji

Black Cake Lover - Sugar Aloes

Anita - Scrunter

Cocoa Tea - Kes

Take Me Home - Freetown Collective

Tabanca - Mical Teja

One Piece - GBM Nutron x Tano

The Greatest Bend Over - Yung Bredda

No Sweetness - Kes

The Truth - Machel Montano

Good Spirits - Full Blown

Sample - Problem Child 

Bare Good Vibes - Shal Marshall

Best Jam Ever (Dr. Jay Plate) - Patrice Roberts

Would You - Farmer Nappy

Saddle - Anika Berry

Dotish - Lyrikal

Bet Meh - Machel Montano

Retro - Voice

People Business - Teddyson John x Skinny Fabulous

Hold Me - Charly Black

10 Outta 10 - Machel Montano

Shots (One For Di Road ) - Motto

Naked - Skinny Fabulous

Boss Lady (Sign Me Up) - Kes

Bye Bye - Miguel Maestre

Sweet Sweet Carnival - Reddy + Mattaz

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Songs by Teddyson John Streamed On Spotity

7. X Games - DJ Private Ryan x Teddyson John

6. Kitay Sa - Teddyson John

5. Creme De La Creme - Teddyson John

4. Party Nice - Teddyson John

3. Speechless - Kerwin Du Bois x Voice x Lyrikal x Teddyon John

2. Allez - Teddyson John

1. Vent - Teddyson John x International Stephen

Me Lover - Teddyson John

Feeling Nice - Adam O

Bless This Party (Ryan Sayeed's Interfaith Intro) - Patrice Roberts

Never Again (Muv Short Edit) - Machel Montano

Bless Me - GBM Nutron

Engine Room - Olatunji

Wotless - Kes The Band

Vagabond - Ricardo Drue

Happy Music (DJ Kevin Edit) - Ricardo Drue

Socaholic - Ricardo Drue

Ah Love It Here - Ricardo Drue

Professional - Ricardo Drue

ID (Stamp Your Name) - Ricardo Drue

Throwback - Viking Ding Dong x System32

The Guns - Spice & Company

PAN MOMENTS

(2025 Single Pan Panorama Champions) The Guns - Suan Juan East Side (arranged by Duvone Stewart)

TANTY TUNE

(1985) Tiney Winey - Byron Lee & The Dragonaires

Search Party - Preedy

Life After Fete - Kerwin Du Bois

Everytime - Nadia Batson

Bartender - Nadia Batson

No Regrets - Skinny Fabulous

Throw Waist - Rae

Remote - Jadel

Wet and Wild - Fay-Ann Lyons

Wave - Nailah Blackman

Higher - Voice

Sugar Wine - Lyrikal x Hey Choppi

The A List - Pumpa 

The A List Benderella (DJ Tate Remix) - Pumpa x Kerwin DuBois

Bruk It Set It (Riddim Master Road Intro) - AkaiiUsweet x EK

Blaze Fire - Preedy

Blaze De Fire - Bunji Garlin

Breakaway - Fay-Ann Lyons

I Produce This - Shawn "Mastermind" Noel

Clear De Way - Godfathers Asylum

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

It's Always Carnival Time - Kardinal Offishall x Kes x Quinn Marie

Better Days - Patrice Roberts

Mood - Shaggy x Kes

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