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A Blind Path Home, part 9

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part One   Part Two   Part Three Part Four   Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

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Brooklyn Beckham - You’re welcome

I had a dream about Brooklyn, it was something like this, but we were in an apocalypse… but I didn’t write it into it lol. Hope you’ll like my first Brooklyn imagine


“I hate her! And I hate my mom for making me do this!” Brooklyn raged as he stormed into my room without knocking or anything, but I was already used to him.

“May I ask what we are talking about?” I sighed sitting up and I put my biology book aside to pay all my attention to him.

“Remember Darla?” he asked throwing himself down to the bed.

“The annoying daughter of your mother’s friend,” I asked thinking about the name. I only met her once, but that was more than enough. She would shut up the whole time and was only talking about herself, like, who cares girl?

“Yes! Oh God, my mom told me she is coming over today and I have to hang out with her and maybe ask out.”

“What? Why should you ask her out?” I asked feeling my stomach churning. I didn’t like the thought of him dating someone. We may had been best friends for long years, but I also wanted it to be something more, I was just waiting for him to make the first step. But in the meanwhile I absolutely didn’t want him to go on dates with other girls.

“I have no idea! She said something about a douche that dumped her, but I don’t know why I have to be the one who hits on her,” he growled shutting his eyes closed. I tugged my hair behind my ears thinking what he should do, and then I had an idea that could help him out.

“What if you had someone?” I asked looking at him. He peaked up at me curiously and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that your mom wouldn’t force you to date her if you already had a girlfriend. And if you want, I can be your fake girlfriend,” I explained. He raised his eyebrows at me sitting up.

“You would do that?”

“Sure, we are friends,” I smiled at him a bit painfully. I knew this fake relationship thing would just make it worse for me, but I was willing to take this risk to help him.

Later that day we went over to their house to get over this whole Darla thing. We stood at the door trying to get ready for our act.

“We have to convince my mom, don’t care about Darla.”

“Victoria will know that we are faking it,” I said looking up at him as I chew on my bottom lip. She knew both of us so well I was afraid she wouldn’t fall for it.
He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head.

“We can do it. Come on.” He grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together and we walked inside. I immediately heard Victoria’s laugh from the kitchen as she was talking to someone. Brooklyn pulled me towards the voices and then I saw his mom with Darla in the kitchen.

“Oh, you are home I was just…” Victoria started, but then her eyes shifted to our hands and then she looked up at his son in surprise. “Didn’t know Y/N was coming over. Is there something you would like to tell me, Honey?” she asked with a charming smile.

Darla was just sitting there staring at me and I started to feel uncomfortable.

“Uh, sure,” he nodded and all three of us walked into the living room leaving Darla alone. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I wanted to convince Victoria, so I was just going with the flow.

“So, I can see something new,” she smiled at us crossing her arms on her chest taking a good look at us.

“Yeah, Mom, Y/N and I are kind of dating.”

“Since when?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Not so long ago, but Mom, it’s privacy, we already talked about it,” he replied rolling his eyes.

“Sure. If you are dating, can I see a lovely kiss?” I knew she would want to see proof, my heart started to beat really fast, but I tried to keep it together.

“Mom, are you kidding? Which teenage boy would want to kiss in front of his mother?”

“Do I look like I care?” she sassed back and I knew she wouldn’t let it go, so I had to do something.

“I don’t wa-“ Brooklyn started, but I grabbed his neck and pulled his head down so I could kiss him.

He was taken aback from my action, but a moment later he put his arms around me and kissed me back. I imagined this a million times, but it never included his mom watching us. Could a first kiss be even more awkward? His kiss was quite convincing, it felt like he wasn’t even doing it for the show.

Keeping it short we had to pull away and I saw a smug grin on Victoria’s face, then Brooklyn spoke up.

“Mom, can you leave us alone for a minute?” he asked confusing me, I didn’t know what could be so important in that situation.

“Sure, I’ll be in the kitchen,” she nodded walking out of the room.

“What’s wro-“ Now he was the one to cut me off.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him kissing me fiercely. This wasn’t just an act, it was real. He kissed me because he wanted to. I hugged his neck tightly not wanting to let him go. He pushed me against the wall without breaking our kiss. We made out for long minutes before we were able to stop. My chest was rising and falling heavily as I tried to inhale as much air as I could.

“This fake thing is over here,” he told me looking into my eyes. “It’s real.”

I didn’t even need to reply anything, everything was clear. Victoria ditched her plan on hooking Brooklyn up with Darla and left us alone. I spent the afternoon with him and even though we were mostly just kissing, this was still the best day I had ever had.

When I was about to leave and we were standing at the front door, Victoria came up to us.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled at us.

“For what?” he asked saying the exact same thing I was thinking about.

“For bringing you together. You think I wanted you to date Darla? She is annoying,” she said rolling her eyes. “I knew you would make this play and it would bring you together. So you’re welcome, son.”

She walked away with a satisfied grin on her face and I couldn’t believe she did this to us, but I was thankful to her. Without her I would have still been in the friend zone waiting for him to do something.

I owed her big time.

Brooklyn Beckham- It’s Just Down The Street


You stumbled into you and your bandmates house after a long rehearsal.

Honestly, all you wanted to do was sleep.

But no, your friends dragged you out of your house once again, but you were grateful that it wasn’t out to another club. They were just going to meet Brooklyn at Starbucks at 2 a.m.

You and your band walked into Starbucks and you sat down next to Brooklyn, yawning.

“Long day, huh,”

“If you mean an all day rehearsal plus a songwriting session, then yes.”

Soon one of you band members, Darcy, sat down across from you.

“I don’t know why you are so tired. I thought you would have gotten used to our 2 a.m. Starbucks runs.”

“Well, I never have been up to get Starbucks at 2 a.m. because I would have been like everyone else. In their beds and sleeping!”

Soon the two boys, Aaron and Paul, sat down at the table with the drinks.

Paul tried to hand you a coffee but you declined saying that, “I would enjoy not being awake at 4 a.m. when we have another rehearsal and songwriting session tomorrow, so we can actually get something done.”

Brooklyn and your friends sat there and talked while you tried not to fall asleep.

You guess that you actually did because you felt Brooklyn shaking you so that you would wake up.

“You know guys, I’ll take Y/N home.”

“Yah you should because she will not be able to last through the night.” Aaron said, chuckling.

Brooklyn took you out to his car and started to drive you back to your house.

You arrived and then he helped you up to your bedroom because you were so tired, you were stumbling whenever you walked.

He helped you into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and you went to wash your face and change into your pjs.

You walked out to see Brooklyn sprawled out across your bed fast asleep.

Too lazy to tell him to get off your bed, you pushed him over and got in next to him.

Brooklyn regained some consciousness and wrapped his arm around my waist.

When you gave him a weird look he said, “I’m cold,”

So you just gave in and cuddled with him.

After a while of silence Brooklyn spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N,”


“Uhm well okay… We are friends, right?”

“Why would you ask that question? Of course we are friends.”

“And friends tell each other everything, right?”

“I guess.. Why?”

Brooklyn turned to you and looked you directly into your eyes.

“I like you, Y/N.” he whispered pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You were completely awestruck.

You had liked Brooklyn for a while now, but you never thought that he felt the same way.

He looked at you with fear in his eyes.

“I should probably go home,” he mumbled, getting up off of the bed.

“No!” you said, sitting up really quick.

“B, I like you, too,” you explained getting off the bed to stand next to him.

“Really?” he said, grinning.

“Yes,” you said.

Brooklyn leaned down and lightly pressed your lips together.

He pulled away all too quickly.

“I should probably go home, though. I wouldn’t want to stay uninvited anyway.”

“Nah,” you said. “You are always welcome here. Plus your house is just down the street.”

Brooklyn grinned and kissed you passionately.

That night (of morning I should say) you fell asleep with his arms locked around you.

Fashion Week || Brooklyn Beckham

Originally posted by bravalyn

Anon: Can you do an imagine with brooklym where he finds out you got insecure at nyfw after going to the shows with him as a friend and realising you like him please?

Wow it’s been quite a while since I’ve last posted something… I’m not going to finish the Christmas Special because I had no time for it during the hollidays and now that Christmas is over I don’t have any inspiration for it anymore. So yeah… I’m sorry. Anon, I hope you like your imagine. Xxx 💋




I nervously waited in the limousine the Beckham family sent to my house to pick me up. After years of having Brooklyn as one of my best friends, I got quite used to this sort of things. Of course it was still a bit weird to go somewhere in a limousine, let alone going with that limousine to New York Fashion Week – I was like, what the heck is happening in my life guys… Like, really. Brooklyn’s never taken me to such big things as New York Fashion Week.

While I waited in the limousine for Brooklyn, his parents and his siblings, I texted him. It wasn’t like I had much to do, except for taking some good drinks, turning on the sick mini stereo that was set in the limousine and making some good selfies to show off to the rest of my friends.

After a few minutes of doing all those things, the door opened and Brooklyn climbed into the limousine.

“Wow, you look stunning,” Brooklyn smirked. He took place next to me and pressed a quick, friendly kiss on my cheek.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Beckham,” I smiled.

“Which Beckham?”

I looked up and saw Romeo taking a seat across from Brooklyn. I laughed slightly when I saw him smirking playfully at me. “You look gorgeous too, Romeo.” I smiled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks turned into a slight red color.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Victoria greeted me while she and David helped Cruz and Harper into the limo. “You look beautiful tonight, honey.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, quite shy. “You look so pretty yourself too, Victoria.”

“Good evening, (Y/N),” David grinned.

I chuckled. “Hi, David.”

We headed towards the Fashion Week and the quicker we got there, the more I began to feel nervous. I rubbed my hands against each other and took a deep breath when we arrived at the location of Fashion Week.

“Nervous much?” I turned to Brooklyn and nodded softly, what made him smile slightly. “You don’t have to. You look so gorgeous tonight. Not only tonight, by the way.” He gave me a quick wink, which made me blush, and then stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet.

The family went over the red carpet first, Brooklyn and I following them. We took a few poses for the cameras, Brooklyn with his arm around my waist.

Some journalist came as close to us as he could and I walked over to him, pulling Brooklyn with me. “Hi, Brooklyn,” the journalist said, clearly not knowing my name. “Who is the beautiful lady you brought with you?”

Brooklyn gave him a gentle smirk. “This is my friend (Y/N).”

“So you two are just friends?” the journalist smiled. He seemed like a nice man whose questions weren’t as weird as some could be. We both shook our head in response. “Okay. And (Y/N), may I say that you look so gorgeous tonight?”

My cheeks flushed red again and I smiled, being a bit shy. “Thanks a lot. I really appreciate the compliment,” I said softly, still hard enough for both Brooklyn and the journalist to hear.

“Such a lovely lady,” the journalist smiled again. “But I won’t hold you two up here any longer. You sure have some more things to do. I hope I can do another interview with you sometime, Brooklyn. Maybe both of you.” The man winked at us and then disappeared behind some paparazzi to let them take more photos of us.

After the whole red carpet thing, we went inside to search for our places. It was an immense building and there were so much people. I was holding Brooklyn’s hand, just so I wouldn’t get lost. Then, we saw David with Harper on his lap.

“I think our seats must be somewhere near my dad,” Brooklyn said into my ear to make himself audible for me. I just nodded and walked behind him toward David.

“There you two are,” David said. “I was already wondering what took you so long.”

“Some journalist who thought we were a thing,” Brooklyn said nonchalantly.

I felt myself blushing for the hundredth time tonight when I heard David’s response: “Well, I can’t blame him. You two look good together,” he said with a slight smile on his face. “Right, Harper?” Harper nodded and smiled as big as she could at us.

Brooklyn groaned. “Dad, stop. We’re just friends, okay.”

The lights dimmed and we sat down in our seats. A woman made a small talk before the show began. The show started off with the underwear collection from Calvin Klein with their super skinny Calvin Klein models who were showing of Calvin’s latest designs. After Calvin came Victoria’s Secret. All those girls were so skinny and beautiful. I looked down at my belly and then looked back at the two models who were modeling for Victoria’s Secret. I looked so fat compared to them.

After Victoria’s Secret came the latest fashion of Carl Lagerfield. Also his models were as skinny as their bodies could let them be.

I began to feel more insecure with every following label and after the fifth label I bent down to Brooklyn. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I said in his ear. He gave me a worried expression, but before he could answer me, I quickly stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I rushed to the ladies restroom and saw myself, looking a bit helpless. I almost ran my fingers through my hair, but thought about how much time I spent on it, so I didn’t.

The door opened and I quickly looked up, trying not to look as helpless as I felt. A sigh of relief left my mouth when I saw that it was only Brooklyn.

“Hey,” he spoke worriedly, “what’s up? Why did you run away like that? Is there something wrong?”

I just shook my head and forced a smile on my face. “No, nothing’s wrong. Really,” I smiled.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at me. “Tell me. I won’t say anything to anybody, I promise.”

I sighed and thought about it. If I’d keep it to myself, I’d probably feel more helplessly than I already felt. “I just feel a bit insecure watching those super skinny girls out there,” I sighed softly, leaning against the cold wall.

A small smile cracked on Brooklyn’s face. “Ahw, don’t. You’re beautiful. Gosh, you’re absolutely way more beautiful than any other girl out this toilet. Don’t be insecure.”

My cheeks flushed red and I shook my head. “No, Brooklyn, I’m not, okay. You don’t have to lie to me just to make me feel better, because I don’t.”

“Why would I lie to my friend?” Brooklyn asked me. His face was all serious. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why do you think I’m beautiful?” I asked softly. I looked up at him when he didn’t answer me after a couple minutes.

He just stood there, staring at me. Then he opened his mouth and began to talk. “Because I think I’m in love with you.” My eyes widened and I wanted to say something, but Brooklyn just held up his hand to shut me up. “Don’t say anything. I know it’s stupid, I just don’t want you to feel bad. But don’t think I’m lying either, I mean it. I’m think I’m in love with you.”

A small smile appeared on my face and I instantly felt better. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Brooklyn looked up at me and chuckled softly. “We’re lame.”

“We are,” I smiled.

“That’s another reason why I fell in love with you.”

When Words Fail

Summary: Part ½. Bucky made a terrible mistake when he let you walk out that door. 

Words: 2.8K

A/N: K, this made me cry. 

Contains: Angst, sad shit, someone hating The Notebook??

 “So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s going to be really hard; we’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you, forever, every day. You and me…every day.”

“Bullshit.” You snarled through ice-cream-filled lips, narrowing your eyes at the scene unraveling on the television screen in front of your bed. You used to adore The Notebook, referring to it as the “Holy Bible of Romance”, and your heart would swell at the picture perfect relationship between Noah and Allie; but now you only sneered, your stomach convulsing over the lies, the false advertising. How dare he lie to that sweet Allie. 

You wrapped your arms around the biggest pillow your king-sized bed had to offer, relishing in the feeling of cool fabric against your skin as you sank into the mound of blankets sheltering your aching form. Your limbs felt like Jello from lack of use, you having only gotten up to pee for the last month having taken a toll on your activeness- something that you used to hold much value to. 

Used to. 

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An Unexpected Guest

Title:  An Unexpected Guest - One Shot (maybe?)

Characters: OFC - Anna;  Actor!Tom Hiddleston

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: I had a dream last night about Tom that was really vivid. I woke up around 3am and grabbed my phone to write it down. Suddenly I was writing this. It turned into something pretty distant to what my dream actually was, and now apparently I write fiction. Then I asked @maevecurrywrites to read it to make sure it wasn’t just garbage I spit out delirious with sleep. So with her encouragement I’m posting it. I hope you like it! Feedback is welcome!

Disclaimer: This is an Actor!fic. It holds no basis in reality. But come on, you knew that.

Ever since she left college, she had lived alone. She liked coming home from work to a quiet apartment, taking off her clothes, putting on her silk robe, pouring a glass of wine and putting on some music. Her apartment was tiny. She had a small studio on the top floor of a brownstone in Brooklyn.  It wasn’t much but she loved it dearly. This was exactly how she wanted to live.

She had a rough day. Work deadlines were piling up, and it seemed that everyone in her office forgot to remember that she was human and couldn’t do things instantaneously, and that she wasn’t working solely for them. She rode the crowded subway home eagerly awaiting the moment she could get out of her button down shirt, pencil skirt, and heels and decompress.

As she climbed the stairs to her third floor walk-up apartment, dreaming about a bubble bath, she heard music. This was strange. Her building was always so quiet. She was convinced she was the only one who ever made a sound. As she continued to climb she realized it was coming from her apartment. She stopped on the stairs, puzzled. A burglar wouldn’t turn on music. As she listened closer she realized it was a David Bowie album. Well at least if she was being burgled they had good taste. Then it dawned on her. She had given her keys to a beautiful man to use if he was ever in town and wanted a discreet place to stay. A place he had then continued to take advantage of ever since. He never showed up unexpectedly, though. As soon as that thought was fully realized she began to run up the remaining stairs.

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Yellow Roses and Other Tragedies Chapter 1-A Light-bulb and Kidnappings

A/N:Hi! So I got inspired by my indulgences(binges more like it) in the Captain Boomerang x Reader tag and wanted to write my own! Reader is a precious oc to me so I was super rambly with her so forgive me in advance! This is also my first (public) fanfic so feedback would be amazing! Also, forewarning you here, it’s reeeeeeally long and an antagonizing slow burn but this last time any of my work gets this long so I hope you stay! Okay, I hope you enjoy~

Character: Captain Boomerang/George ‘Digger’ Harkness

Word count:  2254

Rating: PG13

Warning(s): Language, Panicked Nightmare Scene

The one fluorescent light in your closet of a cell was blinking again. You had begged the guard countless times to fix it, even threatening when they wouldn’t give you the pleasure of a response. You would fix it yourself but the straight jacket they forced you to wear was specially made for you, countering your inhumane strength and more importantly binding your fist to a useless state. They’re paranoid but not without reason. You lean against the padded wall, throwing daggers with your glare at the unfazed bulb and and snarling as if it would be intimidated into stopping.

 Your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, better known as Starlet for the way you can open space( yes,actual literal galaxies) through the palms of your hands.

You have been a “guest” at Belle Reve for almost a year and a half now after the women who made you into the thing you are now, the so believed love of your life, left you to die when her plan went south. At first you were heartbroken, in more pain than you have ever felt, how could she do this to you? Leave you on this doomed planet to rot? Then, you had gotten angry and (according to the report on your file) hysterical. How dare she play with your life like this? Your heart??? You went on a admittingly rash killing spree soon after she left- or so you’re told, you had no recollection of it. The only thing you remember vividly is the sharp sting of the dart piercing the back of your neck and seeing the pitiful look in the so called hero’s eyes as you slipped out of consciousness. Then suddenly you’re in a padded room (much like the one you call hell now), delirious, nauseated, and tied up, waiting in booking. 

You slam your head against the padded walls of Belle Reve, driving the memory trip back to where it came from. Thinking of the pass won’t change your present. The light flickers to a halt for a moment before blinking again. You slam your head again, harder than before, the light stops its infuriating blinking again for a moment before proceeding.You giggle to yourself, a smile growing on your lips. You continue hitting the wall with the back of your head repeatedly, breaking out to a howl of a laugh.

“Quiet in there Y/L/N!” The posted guard shouts from behind the door across from you with a pound to it. Your head slacks froward and grin lopsided at the door as your laugh simmers back to a bubbly giggle.”Acknowledging me again are yo Mr.Guard?” You feel a tinge of pride in your response. In the past you would of simply screamed back and laugh louder. The doctors would of been proud of your strides.”Fix the fucking light! Maybe I’ll stop then you goddamn puppet!”You yell again,trying to have a conversation or a resolution to your problem. You’re answered with nothing.You grunt in frustration. “Well then I’ll fix it myself!” You go back to pounding your head to the wall,going to different walls at different angles to see if it makes a difference. You laugh in a huff at the lack of response from the guard. “You’re spineless Mr.Guard!” You’re talking mostly to yourself at this point but you don’t mind. Well you didn’t until the spineless guard barges into your cozy cell with guard Griggs and a few more of his grimy helpers making a beeline to you.

You manage to hit your post guard in his jaw with the side of your foot as you screamed like a cornered turkey and desperately try to rip the jacket off. It’s fruitless and, after getting three more down with you and biting Griggs hard on his filthy hand, you’re sedated and strapped into a wheelchair. The shot hits you immediately, your body goes limp in the chair as Griggs brings his face close to yours, whispering in your ear “Sweet dreams, Y/N”

His sinister message follows you to your subconscious. Everything just goes dark for a moment and you fee more peaceful than you ever remember being in your whole life. 

You relish in it.

 It’s gone with the next, quickly replaced with the nightmares. It’s different every time of course but it carries the same themes: your mistress, the torture that made your mind the misshapen thing it is today, or the crippling fear of not knowing who you were before her. This time the dream showed you your mistress laughing in a cruel way you never heard as she dropped you from the sky, it changing colors rapidly around you as you fall endlessly. 

Until you meet the ground with a bone crushing snap,

 blood filling your lungs and you weep pathetically as the laugh distorts into an all out scream coming from all directions.

 You struggled to breathe, you’re defenseless as the sky closes in on you. 

You cock your head to the side and your breathe stops completely as the single yellow rose leans in a breeze that wasn’t there. Suddenly the endless chaos stops, being replaced with the single rose and the sound of unseen birds. You sit up and you find yourself surrounded with thousands by them, in a meadow you’ve never seen. You didn’t know why flowers were the answer to stopping your distress but you didn’t want to question it, relief from the continues death was nice.

You’re heavily groggy but you’re awake when you’re muzzled and rolled into a room filled with doctors. You try your best to get away from the gun pointed at your neck but it isn’t much in your state, the searing pain then instant burn shocking your body into a nauseated sense of delirium you have become used to in your stay here but still gives one hell of a punch to your senses. You’re quickly wheeled off to what you presume is the courtyard. The sun stings your broken but functioning eyes and your deprived skin. Considering it too dangerous, you were rarely let outside in the year and a half you’ve been in Belle Reve so the sudden appearance of the sun had you feeling worse and you shrunk into the wheelchair as much as you could. 

You were quickly unstrapped not only from the chair but the jacket that had almost felt like a second skin to you and was swiftly pulled out of it. You stumble as your eyes desperately try to adjust but you’re saved from falling from lean and tattooed arms pushing you out of their space. 

You squeeze your eyes once more and the light finally adjust as you run one hand through your wild mess of hair. You spill out an airy laugh that quickly evolves into an all out roar. Have they gone mad? Why wouldn’t you kill everyone in your way and take off now that you’re free of restraints. As if reading your mind, a petite women with a shrill Brooklyn accent spoke out.

 “What was that? I need to kill everyone and escape!?” You smirk to yourself as you look at her, not being the only one doing so as the surrounding soldiers visibly tensed. “Sorry! It’s the voices!” she shoots her arms up in good spirit before dropping them with a cheeky grin. “I’m kidding. That’s not what they said.” You huff a breathy laugh and she perks at the sound, grinning wider. “Thank you! Harley Quinn.” She shoots a hand up in greeting as the other gestures at herself. The name doesn’t ring any bells but you nod in acknowledgement at her with a small smile on your lips. Harley grabs the arm of the tall man beside her suddenly, seemingly pulling him out of a daze with the touch. “And you must be Deadshot! I heard you were unstoppable, how’d you end up here?” She asks, her accent lifting up the curious tone in the question. Another wave of sickness hits you and you sit on the concrete floor, trying to fight it off as you close your eyes to block out the light, still focusing on the conversation unfolding to your left. You don’t see it but you hear Harley get shrugged off roughly. You instantly feel sympathy for her.”Listen doll face, I don’t know why I’m here but I’m definitely ain’t here to make friends so let’s not get friendly.” “So touchy big baddie” You could almost hear the pout in her voice but you could also hear that she more amused than offended.

”Did you get dragged out of your cell too?” You shout, trying to join now that you could open your eyes again.”Well it wasn’t a volunteer thing sweetheart” You chuckle but stop when you hear a low growl of a laugh join yours. You lean back and look beyond Harley and Deadshot to what you can only be described as a reptile fetish having furry’s dream. “Hello there!” You shriek out to the figure with a wave that stretches your tendons more than your muscles can handle with the year of restricted movement. He grunted a reply but the muzzle makes it hard to understand him.

 You nod to him and turn back, pulling your knees to your chest for a moment. The nausea was almost gone but your neck sill burned. Why did  they take you out? They specifically told you when you were being processed that you’ll never see the outside again but here you are, the wind throwing your hair back and forth. You cradle your face in your hand, glancing at who they gathered before standing back up.

You’ll hold off on any killing, you couldn’t do anything anyway, your star bangles were the only thing that could drive you to that point and you weren’t allowed to have them in here. Your mistress set triggers in your mind when she remolded it into the perfect weapon for her use. Stars triggered your adrenaline, your sense of justice she has instilled in you, and most of all aggression. When they took them you couldn’t cope for the longest time (you’re not sure you have coped at this point either but you’re clean.) without her soothing touch to bring you down to a functioning state of being. She has left you jittery, dependent, and less whole than before. The withdrawal feeling never goes away for you. Your hands idly caress the spot on your biceps the trinkets used to it on when you attention is pulled by the dropping of a heavy burlap bag between the line of soldiers and your group of criminals.

The soldier who drops it quickly cuts it open and instantly the bag comes to life with movement. A large man comes out of it and the soldier with the knife is instantly met with the man’s fist as he glocked him in the jaw. You snort in the same moment, not being able to help yourself. 

The man is quickly apprehended by the surrounding soldiers.

You giggle uncontrollably with your knuckle pressed to your mouth as he shrugs them off (or tries to would be a better way to put it,), loudly proclaiming he’s cool and lifting his beautifully huge arms up in retreat. He glances sideways at you as you try harder to smother your laughing at his expense. He looked as if he wanted to do more but is quickly stopped by an assertive soldier you can tell has too much power and is aware of it. The large man walks off, now standing beside another new face. The overpowered soldier comes into view, a stern faced women standing to his right. “ My name is Colonel Rick Flags. You will address me as sir, Colonel, or Colonel Flags. From this day onward you will be working under  Amanda Waller.”He gestures to the women beside him who makes no effort to acknowledge she was addressed. She seems fun. He looks as i he would continue but is quickly talked over by the woman. 

“The reason you are all here today is because each of you possesses special skills that we require. Bottom line: we believe you can do some good.” You’re face scrunches in confusion, did she forget where she picked us from? “And if any of you feel you are too good for our program here and try anything I’d like you to remember that shot you had gotten. Let’s call it insurance,” You reach up slowly to the dull throbbing pain at the back of your neck. Flag continues where Waller stops. “What we put into your necks was a bomb; it’s the size of a grain of salt but powerful as a hand grenade. This i the deal: you disobey me you die. You try to escape,you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what? you die.” You swallow hard.

Harley raised her hand slowly before continuing ahead. “I’m known for being quite vexing, I’m just forewarning you.” “Lady, shut up!” Flags snaps at her. That’s rude, how dare he snap at her copping mechanism? You move as to snap at him but was quickly cut off by Waller. “Enough. Strap up everyone, it’s time to see if you were worth the effort.”

Thick As Theives || Closed

Christmas was fast approaching and Anthea needed to start buying presents. Her family had grown, and that just meant more gifts. The biggest problem being that she barely even knew the other half, and she needed help.

Anthea didn’t think much of it as she picked up her radio and tuned it to Lith’s frequency. “Brooklyn,” she spoke excitedly, using the nickname she had dubbed the other woman, “I need your help.”