#the suicide squad 2021 spoilers

[renatapatata]

shoutout to the end credit scene in shazam 2 where harcourt and economos show up and i audibly gasped and pointed like!!! its the guys!!! its the suicide squad peacemaker people!!! and literally no one in the theatre not even my nerd friends that i saw the movie with knew whattt i was talking about

[hickory-dickory-dork]

Alright folks, do you remember The Suicide Squad (2021). Great movie, didn't get enough love. Anyway, I was rewatching the other day, and....

SPOILERS Upon rewatch, you can tell that Waller is full of shit as she explains the mission to the squad. She doesn't hide the fact that Starro was brought from space decades ago, BUT during the 20th century, only the USA and the Soviet Union had space programs. So why isn't she blaming the reds like americans love to do?? Also, this is the bitch who's been planting bombs inside crazy dangerous people to get them to do her bidding, so why is she telling them to destroy Project Starfish rather than seize it for her to use?? Unless, of course, she and the american goverment already tried that and it bit them in the ass.

I dunno if it was on purpose, but it was certainly neat. Goverment people certainly tell more with their silence than with their words.

[bones4thecats]

you can also do Orion pax/Optimus prime x cybertroniana reader, both were a couple before the war, and they still follow him on Earth

TFP! Optimus Having A Longtime S/O

Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers Prime) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: I love this trope. Just a calm and nonchalant boyfriend x his loving and slightly-feral S/O! Anyways, I hope you like this. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: The ending of the show and Predcons Rising Film ⚠️

Fun fact: I wrote this listening to Lion King/Guard songs😂

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»»——————————-　 Optimus Prime 　——————————-««

⚔️ Optimus doesn't have that many people left, at least people that he knows that are currently alive. He knew more friends were deceased than alive basically

⚔️ Though, he does have someone alive that he cares the most about; his adorable S/O. You.

⚔️ Meeting back when he was still Orion Pax and a young data clerk working inside of the Iacon and you were the current Grand Diplomat of Alpha Trion's rule as Cybertron's Council's head

⚔️ You had to deliver some information in pads to the place to get organized, and when the young bot smiled and allowed you inside to organize them to how Alpha Trion wished, you began to ask about his life

⚔️ As you began to speak from time-to-time whenever you visited with more classified documents, a bond was formed quick. While many solar cycles passed, the pair of young bots were ogled on by many elders, especially Orion's friend, Megatronus, and your boss, Alpha Trion

⚔️ You were there when Megatronus, now Megatron, was denied in favor of Orion. And you were right by his side when the war blasted off and you soared away with his small team to Earth in hopes of finding something to help with the war and your home planet

⚔️ And while you two would spend many of your days by one another, as the war progressed, that was becoming harder and harder. Thankfully, your teammates would get you two to spend time together by taking some work away from your servos

⚔️ Now, when it comes to missions, you guys almost always go together. Very rarely are you apart in battle. And whenever you go without him, he keeps solid contact with you, and whenever he doesn't get a decent reply, he gets worried beyond recognition

⚔️ During the time fighting against Megatron for the final time, you were help hostage with Ratchet. Being held not for assistance in finalizing the synthetic energon, but for your information on fixing Cybertron, in which you told Megatron to piss off and jump down a hole to a scrapheap

⚔️ Unlike Ratchet, you weren't given to Predaking to kill, rather, you were held in a cell surrounded by Vehicon soldiers. In a matter of minutes, you had gone from acting unconscious to wrapping your legs around on soldiers neck from behind and killing all around you. Think of that scene from The Suicide Squad (2021) when Harley broke out

(Here's a link for reference: Link) - warnings for A LOT blood and death!

⚔️ Optimus was very pleased when he saw both you and Ratchet okay, but when he saw a Vehicon attempt attacking you, he blasted him to the Well of the Allspark. Despite this, you fought brilliantly against the many soldiers against you

⚔️ You also showed a new depth of rhythmicity, from attacking Megatron from behind as Optimus took the front. And before you were knocked aside roughly and your sparkmate was hanging onto the Nemesis, everyone, including Decepticons, were shocked at how in-sync you two were. You really were sparkmates

⚔️ Bumblebee then killed Megatron, making you leap in joy and help him get your sparkmate up and onto the ship's base. You held the mech closely as you cheered with the rest of your team about the win against the Cons

⚔️ Throughout the rest of your lives together, you spent it fighting against Unicron. And while it was hard for you to say goodbye to your lover of many hundreds of years, you couldn't help but shed a tear when his red, white, and blue spark spun around you and acted as if he was pecking your forehead

⚔️ The others watched with smiles as you kissed the spark before watching it fly away. Ratchet patted your shoulder as Bee and the other, including Knockout, gathered around you in a large group hug. You were a family no matter what, thanks to the mech you called your one and only...

"I love you, Y/N..."

[polkadotjohnson]

☠️ Dastdeaths (spoilers) ⚰️

21. The Flash (2021) - Philippe (??? impact after being thrown by very cheap CGI thing)

I guess he breaks his spine?? Redemption equals death and all that. (did the Flash check his pulse or something I mean did that really kill him??)

22. Dune (2021) - Piter de Vries (poisoned)

Look, I don't do Dune, I don't know her, I don't talk to her, this hole was not made for me, but yeah, I'm given to understand it was definitely poison... I didn't see the rest after that, it was already too long 😖 (but Piter is really cute in the rain)

23. The Suicide Squad (2021) - Abner Krill (crushed)

Look, I have to put this on the list but lately I've been thinking a lot about how he really might not have died, and it was indeed all part of a plan to escape. That's my cope of the day

His face right as he says it tho

I actually can't cope 😭

Special mention: What If...? (2021) - Kurt Goreshter (??? offscreen ???)

Kurt was on the list but since it's my list and the way I'm viewing these things, I changed him to the 😵 session. She could have just pulled him and he fell and passed out, who knows. There are no noises to indicate he died, and Scott makes such a stupid joke about his friend dying that I decided to disown this one. He fell right onto some computers and hacked his way out of that place. Even if the whole thing is just a hypothetical scenario and I'm thinking too much about it anyway. Eh.

[abnerkrill]

for the emotional anguish meme: abner krill and simon monroe!! <3

thanks emyr!! please imagine me rubbing my hands together with evil glee. ***trigger warning for suicidal ideation, death, and trauma, and spoilers for the suicide squad (2021) and in the flesh.

top 5 ways to wrest anguish from abner krill:

one of those "villain mind powers puts heroes in their worst nightmare scenarios" except the worst nightmare scenario is literally just his childhood in the lab with his mom. grown-up abner screams, cries, curls up into the fetal position to try to block out the noises of his siblings screaming.

on that note, shapeshifting antagonist transforms into abner's mom OR makes his teammates look like his mom and he goes ballistic and just starts melting the people he loves <3 he's so op none of them have a defense against him. max angst!!!

put him back in a lab as an adult. maybe waller or the US government is experimenting on him to recreate the polka-dot disorder or enter the polka-dot dimension. that man is a lab rat, put him back in a cage <3

i saw something like this in a fic once i think ?? but i only read the description so idk what the specifics were. concept: an AU where abner actually teams up with starro in the suicide squad. maybe there's a psychic link there where they can communicate, maybe he's just disposed to be sympathetic towards this other being imprisoned in a cage and experimented on. he participates in the mass murder of corto maltese and also kills his former teammates. this is more about MY emotional anguish, but then also consider: at some point after it's all over, abner gets the chance to look into an alternate world where he didn't go down this path, and sees how he could've found a family with those people he so callously disintegrated. anguish and despair!

a slightly quieter one, but honestly you could have the entire TSS just slightly to the left and end up with a horrible end for abner in any other way: he chooses to run and gets his head blown off by waller, or he stays but is too cowardly to actually fight starro--thus missing out on being a hero. give him an ignoble end, no emotional catharsis, and he abandoned his team when they needed him most.

so to sum up really you can squeeze a lot of angst out of his relationship with his mom and his team because at the center of abner krill is a vast consuming hole of loneliness and self-loathing. yay!

okay, now for simon:

he actually goes through with killing kieren honestly would be number one! he's so torn between loving kieren and needing to hold true to his conviction that the second rising is necessary and good. in the show obviously he chooses kieren because... that's the kind of show it is... but if a few things had happened differently (kieren rejected him, for instance?) things could've been very different.

a riff on the above: he attempts to kill kieren and kieren is able to fight and stop him, but forever after that rejects him. simon's right back where he started, a radical who wants to change the world through fire and brimstone, in the throes of utter loneliness and lacking all sense of self apart from his mission.

look, we all know he murdered his mom while as a zombie, which is angsty enough to begin with. what if he gets force-fed blue oblivion (or better yet, has to take it as a show of loyalty to the prophet?) and goes on another spree and hurts or kills his dad too? lol.

a riff on the above: same scenario with the drug but he ends up hurting/killing someone close to kieren, like his parents. idk i just think the tension between simon's loyalty to the prophet and simon's love for kieren is so delicious.

imho the way the show uses blue oblivion didn't reach its full potential, as it seemed to crop up as something the PSD sufferers don't really want to do unless they already have a desire to hurt humans (or at least no qualms about it); i would've liked to see a new version of blue oblivion released that is actually so addictive to them that simon starts using as in small doses a coping mechanism, but he always locks himself up so he doesn't harm people. of course this goes sideways and he ends up harming people and blaming himself.

........so to sum up really you can squeeze a lot of angst out of his relationship with his parents and loyalty to the prophet and/or kieren because at the center of simon monroe is also a vast consuming hole of loneliness and self-loathing. yay?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Boomguard

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zZQcr5U

by VintageGhostbab

Barry didn't see how practicing his time - traveling abilities could possibly go wrong.

But how wrong he was.

In an unplanned mishap, Barry unknowingly sent out a giant influx of his powers, which struck numerous locations around the world. Fortunately, none of them did anything catastrophic, and everything was thought to be fine, except for one thing: one of those bolts touched down on the Corto Maltese beach.

The bodies of the dead that had been abandoned there were instantly rectified as it touched the sand, and everything that had happened un-happened in a single second. It takes everyone a moment to realize that they've been given a second chance to live after waking up to nothing but a serene beach instead of the war zone they thought they were in.

But, briefly, there is a flash of rage directed at a specific member of their group of the living dead.

Blackguard.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), DCU, DC Extended Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: George "Digger" Harkness, Richard Hertz, Harleen Quinzel, Christopher Smith | Peacemaker, Robert DuBois, Rick Flag, Nanaue Sha'ark, Amanda Waller, Abner Krill, Cleo Cazo, Brian Durlin | Savant, Cory Pitzner, Gunter Braun, Mongal (DCU), Weasel (DCEU), Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman)

Relationships: George "Digger" Harkness/Richard Hertz

Additional Tags: Fanart, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Short One Shot, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Slow Romance, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Blood and Gore, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Accidental Cuddling, Idiots in Love, Post-Betrayal, Prison, Spoilers, Post-Canon, Childhood Trauma, Bank Robbery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zZQcr5U

[james-stark-the-writer]

very hilarious rat propaganda with lot of heart, and a liberal fantasy of imperialism critique attached to it, with just enough plausible deniability to not be seen as too radical. definitely plays a little better on a rewatch. for as great a writer as James Gunn is, he is still absolutely awful at exposition. does James Gunn hate Harley Quinn or something?

My ★★★★ review of The Suicide Squad on Letterboxd

[comicconradio]

Polka-Dot Man may have died at the end of The Suicide Squad, but that hasn't stopped fans from hoping to see him come back in some form or fashion in a future DC film. David Dastmalchian's portrayal of the villain-turned-hero in James Gunn's 2021 film made Polka-Dot Man an instant hit with audiences. People want to see him back in action, and Dastmalchian clearly wants the same. Dastmalchian recently spoke with ComicBook.com's Chris Killian about his role in the new Hulu film Boston Strangler, and the subject of Gunn's new position as head of DC Studios came up. If the chance to work with Gunn came up again, as Polka-Dot Man or in a new role, Dastmalchian wouldn't hesitate to say yes. "Being on set with James Gunn was one of the greatest experiences of my life," Dastmalchian said. "If it's the one chance that I got to do that, then I'll savor and be grateful for that for the rest of my life. But if there is some miraculous way that he, in all of his brilliance and imagination, finds for Abner or any other character that he thinks I might be right to portray, to come into that world, I'm there in a second." "Abner is by far one of the greatest roles I've ever gotten to play as an actor," he told us. "James wrote me a gift of a role. So if there was some origin story, or if there was a flashback sequence, that could be cool." ⚡️🍿🍿⚡️🦹🏻‍♂️⚫️⚪️🔴⚫️🔵 #comiccon #spoilermagazine #news #losangeles #podcast #magazine #art #instagram #galaxy #film #tv #hollywood #feature #movies #fandom #graphicdesign #nyc #spoiler #comicconradio #comicbooks #actors #artist #life #polkadot #dccomics #daviddastmalchian #suicidsquad (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqSirORrR7C/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[youraveragecollegestudent]

Harley Quinn & The Joker: Sound Mind Podcast

[WARNING: PODCAST SPOILERS]

The telling of the Harley Quinn and Joker story has been around since the 90s. These two beloved anti-hero characters from the Batman comic series have been popping up in quite a bit of mainstream media, specifically "spin-off" titles, including Suicide Squad (2016), The Suicide Squad (2021), Bird of Prey (2020), and Joker (2019). But who knew that two villains in a superhero story would become so beloved? They are so adored that two storytelling Spotify Original podcasts have now about this trifecta. 

The first is Batman: Unburied. This podcast follows the journey of Bruce Wayne, who has zero recollection of being the superhero known as Batman. Instead, he works as a forensic pathologist, performing autopsies on the victims of a serial killer running rampant named The Harvester. After its release in May 2022, the following grew, and the reviews came flooding in. On IMDb, the podcast received an 8.6/ 10 for its performance. One reviewer even wrote, "Voice acting was spot on and the story has been really interesting so far, I just wish The Batman was this deep." While this show was a big hit and jarred everyone, no one was prepared for what was coming next.

At the end of the Batman: Unburied series, there was a trailer for a new podcast. While fans were disappointed that the Unburied podcast ended, this trailer turned them on their heads. The trailer begins with "Hello, Patient J? My name is Dr. Quinzel." And, of course, the voice of Harley Quinn blew fans away. The trailer continues with more audio clips from the podcast, overlaying each other to portray insanity and ends with the words "Villany Loves Company" before ending with a release date. 

From Christina Ricci's and Billy Magnussen's voices comes the sequel to Batman: Unburied, Harley Quinn and the Joker: Sound Mind, an immersive storytelling podcast. While there are few podcasts like these, they stand out as extensions to the DC Comics movies, just in a different format. This even builds the fanbase; those who haven't introduced themselves to the world now have an accessible way in.

With the Harley Quinn and the Joker: Sound Mind podcast comes many details about Quinn's story that differed from those we memorized as kids. For instance, her father is a caring, sickly older man who retired from a job at the chemical plant, dying from an incurable disease. But according to Fandom.com, Nick Quinzel is a greedy gambler and con artist who ruled Gotham before the Joker came into play. This detail changed the story— had it not been, we would have a completely different story to listen to.

With all of that said, go listen to the podcast! Comment down below your thoughts! 

[retainermcga]

Submit to Sasha - Training Continues - Text about Hatin Season by Paul Wall

October 29, 2022

Due to spoilers this Wall of Text does not include Black Adam references and has been rewritten. Amanda Waller according to Wikipedia also known as The Wall also identified as The Voice of God by Rick Flag: Establishes dominion with nanite explosives injected into necks of metahumans scheduled to be the heroes of the day. Then towards the end of Suicide Squad 2016 she uses lethal force against her minions “none of them were cleared for any of this.” The ultimate conundrum of this barbaric form of domination is revealed in Suicide Squad 2021 when her task force commits to insubordination in efforts to do what is best for the people in country. To be certain; her character continues her archaic methods of domination into Black Adam. Go ahead and gawk / I'm used to people having doubt / Let the fake ones crumble / let the humble ones exalt / Let the hating halt Why am I such a fan of Sasha Grey? She deflects the chatter hatters capping on her about their internet history and develops her social community. Her poise prepares me for my centerstage as the man in charge of preparing to defend Earth against alien invasion. When The Pentagon released those files on UFOs many of the flying properties in reference are in fact man made on Earth equipment by secret inventors. The leadership of the United States of America has chosen to completely ignore scientific certainty about intelligent life beyond Earth because alien invasion begins decades in advance of alien arrival by the aliens preying upon the powerful weak minded people that are dominating a planet into stupidity. In fact I am arguing the elected leadership and the people in charge of publicity and the public chain of military command for the USA are completely lying about the existence of aliens and their technology as they have chosen to abuse and dominate their people in partnership with the aliens that supplied them mind controlling equipment. War at the intergalactic level is far more complex than the historic Vietnan conflict in the seventies which also has its yet to be revealed idiosyncratic truths that change the entire plot line as we as citizens consumers are provided knowledge. Don't blame me, your downfalls ain't my fault / Why you don't get up out the house and get up off that couch? / I'm not responsible for your loss just 'cause I'm a boss How does a fat think he gets with Sasha Grey? Cuz I am the boss and I can afford elite health treatments as soon as I am confirmed as The Boss. When you accept that most all leadership in the United States of America is terrible at communications it is reasonable to comprehend that many decisions were made about ten years ago about who I am, who I will be, and the women I will be with eventually. The quorum had to keep keeping me fat to keep me single to keep me writing. They had to let me run a marathon in 2013 so everyone would know that Alexander prepared for the endurance trials of leadership preparation. I'm the We in G, and I am telepathic without a ouija, Plottin' schemin', while I am Master Chiefin

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My favorite movies of 2021 (part 1)

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My favorite movies of 2021 (part 2)

10) The Suicide Squad

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[cadyrocks]

Some thoughts on Suicide Squad (2021) and Superhero Movies in General (Spoilers)

Having seen Suicide Squad (2021) I think I'm kinda over superhero movies. In general. Even deconstructions. Spoilers under the cut.

Like, don't get me wrong, Suicide Squad is a lot of fun. The camerawork is fun, the plot is compelling, the characters have excellent charisma, the acting is great, and the action is well-put-together. It's a good movie!

It's also violent to the point that I'm wondering if my willingness to enjoy it doesn't say something about me. Like, just how desensitized to violence am I that I can watch this and see it as an effective comedy?

My mind keeps flashing back to Blackguard's grisly death at the start of the movie, and how him losing most of his face is clearly played for laughs. In fact, the movie is full of grisly death scenes that we're supposed to see as funny, and, to its credit, many of them are! Nanaue messily devouring someone never stops being funny. Harley Quinn's escape montage has hilarious energy and editing. Her monologue after straight-up murdering someone is probably the high point of the movie. The scene where Peacemaker and Bloodsport are having a dick-measuring contest by killing everyone in a local village is genuinely funny!

Until you think about it for, like, five minutes. And then it feels really, really dark. Which, granted, I'm pretty sure that's the point, but when the movie tries to get serious, all the shit that would be horrifically monstrous if we weren't operating on Looney Tunes logic... becomes horrifically monstrous. All of a sudden we're no longer playing a level of a Far Cry game, we're watching dozens of people be senselessly murdered. Filmed in a way that's clearly intended to make us laugh about it. It makes me feel uncomfortable. It's just one of those things I never paused to think about - "Why is this entertaining?"

The movie is full of this kind of fridge logic. Like, the scene where it's exposed that the US was responsible for horrific experiments with Starro. A thought came to my mind as Waller made it clear that that data needs to stay buried - "Would revealing this cause problems for the US?" But then a moment later, I realized, "Wait, the US already does pretty much exactly this kind of awful shit, and it barely matters". That's a pretty dark thought! At least this movie has the sense to make that kind of thing explicit - most superhero movies are explicitly gung-ho power fantasies - but still, isn't it just kinda... weird? To see this extreme violence (personal and structural) and laugh at it? To care about the death of Rick Flag, but not any of the hundreds or thousands of other people our protagonists churn through like so much shark bait?

I dunno. Maybe I'm just getting too much into my own head about this. But it bugs me and I'm not sure how to resolve that dissonance.

[babblydrabbly]

I'm Not Sentimental, But

[Gif]

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

You tried your best not to hold your breath over Rick Flag; This wasn't that sort of relationship. But after one mission in particular you realize that whatever it is you've built with him has meant just as much to Rick as it has to you. Based off this beautiful request!

Word count: 3.5k+

Rating: nsfw, angst/smut/fluff! We've got it all tonight!

Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood/violence, alcohol, Post-The Suicide Squad (2021) Spoilers, but also canon divergence obvs. Fix-it fic.

[ A/N: ok, just ahhhhhhh!asfgkhl. WOW. It's not too long in retrospect, but this is officially the longest fic I've ever written for this blog! Emotional Rick just makes me feel so SOFTTT <3 Also, I took my time with this one because I knew the second I read your request I was going to have so many thoughts about it ;_;]

His text message lights up your screen after midnight.

Can we meet?

Just seeing his name is enough to wake you up. Before you can ask where he is or how he's doing, you get another message— an address.

---

It had become your usual arrangement. You'd had your reservations about Rick when you first met; He was kind, but secretive. You'd assumed that there was another woman. Maybe a wife. In a way, he was married— To a job he didn't like to talk about.

The two of you met in a hotel bar. As your friends celebrated a milestone birthday, you kept to the outside of the circle, self-conscious in your blouse and tight bottoms. You had a shot or two in you, but you decided to nurse a beer as the night went on later than you tended to stay out. The din of the chic room kept you distracted— Everyone seemed to be toasting or cheering for something that night. Eventually, you peeled yourself away from the cluster of couches and low tables and wandered over to the bar. It was freer now that it was late; You leaned with ample room on the mahogany surface as you waited for your drink.

"Celebratin'?" Came a curt but pleasant drawl.

You looked over to see a man on his own, a beer of the same brand as yours in his palm. Even sitting down on a stool, Rick was taller than you. He wore a baseball cap that obscured some of his face, but you could see the hint of five o'clock shadow on his angular jaw. His arms, large and straining against a simple v-neck shirt, rested comfortably on the bar a few inches from you.

With some rare liquid courage in your veins, you smiled over at him, "Yeah," You started, gesturing back to your friends. "Big birthday this year."

"You?"

"Oh, no—"

"Kiddin'." He said, and he returned your smile. He glanced over at you then. You were startled by a pair of hazel green eyes. "I'd take a guess at the gal wearing a tiara 'n sash."

You forget to return to your group for awhile. You wanted to know what someone as approachable as him was doing all alone— In a bar known for big bashes and parties upstairs no less. He shrugged, removed his hat to reveal a head of light brown hair and asked if you'd like to take a seat. You did.

He offered an explanation: He wasn’t from around here. Only stopping for some rest before returning to work (But he won't say much else). He does share that he has a military job, and he arches a brow when you can't keep yourself from making a face.

"Sorry," You said, flushing, "I, um— I guess I'm not familiar with that sort of life."

But instead of taking offense, Rick asked you what sort of life you had. You admitted that tonight is a bit of a miracle, that you wish you'd worn sneakers instead of the ridiculous shoes you had on now. You liked your friends, but this was definitely not a normal occurance.

Rick chuckled as he glanced down between the two of you, knocked his boot into the side of your high heel gently. He reassured you that this bar isn't really his kind of place either. You let him stay there, let your ankle graze coyly against his beneath the bar. His southern drawl runs right over your skin as you continued exchanging small pieces of each other— Those little bits of information that drew you a faint picture of this stranger.

"I'm [y/n], by the way." You managed to remember after an hour or so. He's resting his chin in his hand, looking at you with hooded eyes. He contemplated his answer, rolled his own name around in his mouth before he says it in that voice that’s tipping you over a ledge—

"Rick."

Rick, Rick, Rick.

You say it into the crook of his neck, dig your nails into the firm muscles of his back as he pants in your ear. He's staying in one of the rooms upstairs; You told your friends you were abandoning their city crawl— And they wanted to see who has tempted you into something so sordid.

But you keep Rick separate, just as he does you. It becomes a feral secret, your own private need. Rick was your secret, and you didn't doubt you were his secret as well. When he's in the area, he drops you an alias, an address, a new place more often than not. They're never seedy hotels, never somewhere in town you'd second guess your safety.

In fact, you feel safe whenever he opens the room door. When he invites you in with that heavy gaze and locks it behind you. The bathroom is usually warm with steam from a fresh shower, the television on a music channel, or something low and soft. He picks quiet places, ones with quiet bars— Your ritual.

And you stay, all night. Sometimes hardly getting any sleep at all. You don't ask about work; Though you start to decipher when he's just coming from somewhere or just about to ship out. There's a difference in the way he fucks you then. When he's about to leave for somewhere far away, he's less keen on drinking and more interested in bringing you upstairs; Throwing you onto the bed like it's the last time he'll see you, and you push away the inevitable thought that one day, that may very well be the case. Whether by choice or not, Rick always came into your life on temporary terms, leaving in a whirlwind just as quickly. Uncertainty was part of your game.

But there were times— A few times— When he'd ask you to meet him down in the bar, late at night with few people around. He picks a booth, your drink waiting for you. He presses you warmly into the corner almost all night until last call, asking you to tell him about how your days had been while he was away. How life was like in a world like yours. He seemed to revel in the little things; You could tell him about fucking traffic, about your house, your bedroom—tempt him with whispers about how you lied in bed these past few weeks, thinking about him— but never breaking the spell by asking him over.

You also don't ask about the bruises, the black eyes, and on one occasion, a deep gash freshly stitched from his elbow all the way down his outer arm. You had looked down at it worriedly all evening, to the point where Rick asked you if you wanted to call it a night. If it was too much to look at. He looked sullen then, drawing his arm off the table — Whatever it was he kept to himself, it gnawed away at his mind. Distracted him despite his effort to maintain his usual, warm self. You pulled his fingers off the bottle in his hands then. He trailed behind you without a word, your feet guiding him back upstairs to the room.

Whatever his world was, whatever yours— Inside that room, for one night, you shared something you didn't have to explain to another soul.

---

So you drive in a hurry, park on the street outside the new hotel that had just cropped up downtown. You bypassed the lobby desk in a simple pair of jeans and a sweater, your hair still a little tousled from sleep.

When you reach the quiet hallway, you pause in front of Rick's door, stopping your wrist short before knocking.

Rick yanks it open anyway, like he's been waiting at the foot of the bed for even a whisper of you outside. Your eyes fly up and down him, checking for something— You're not sure what. You expect new bruises, maybe. Butterfly bandaids stuck somewhere over his skin. Your mouth falls open when you see it.

Rick is standing without a shirt on, a ghastly slash grinning at you from his bare chest. Its healing over, but its also no where close to old. Behind him, his sparse belongings are strewn about the floor instead of tucked carefully away in a corner like they usually are. And in the bathroom, you hear the shower running, the steam curling out into the room as it must have been for awhile now.

You take a cautious step inside the room. Rick backs away, lets you close the door as he avoids your gaze with a dazed looked somewhere through you.

"Rick?" You breathe. You reach a hand up to push his matted hair from his face. He leans into the touch, his hand swiftly catching yours to keep it there, keep you cupping the side of his face; You feel the grime of sweat and dirt mixing together on his skin. Like he just crawled out of that hole he calls his world and back into yours.

He swallows thickly. You watch the press of his lips tremble for a moment.

"Hey," He tries.

But you only shake your head.

You lock the door, then draw him toward the bathroom. Without a word you slip out of your jeans, your sweater, coaxing Rick to do the same. He lets you push him into the shower first gently, drawing the glass door shut as you join him. Immediately, the hot spray of the water on Rick's back gets his taut muscles to relax.

He doesn't say a word as you reach on your tip toes to run some shampoo into his hair, a lather of soap over his skin. You avoid the wound on his chest— you suck in a breath as he flinches when you brush some soap over a black and purple welt mapped over his hipbone and down his thigh.

Eventually, as if thawed from sleep, his hands begin to move, brushing the suds and water along the rest of himself as he turns to face the shower head. Carefully, you wrap your arms around his waist as the two of you stay like that for awhile. For a minute more under the warm water.

You open your eyes against his back when you hear the faucet turn off. You listen to his breathing as he stands there with his hands pressed to the tile in silence.

You towel Rick off outside of the steaming bathroom for him on the bed. The cool air of the room soothes his flushed skin. He watches you wring out your hair, and you leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, crawling into the bed beside him. The light from the bathroom at your back casts you in a dim shadow and his face in a golden light.

"I quit." He whispered.

It's such a simple way to put it— You wonder if it could really have been that easy. But you can't presume to know a damn thing. This was the arrangement— The not truly knowing.

And before you can discern why, your eyes are welling with tears. You grip his face. Whatever did this, whatever pierced Rick had clearly broken off and left itself wedged inside him. Your grasp moves down, hovers shakily over the angry wound on his chest, afraid to touch it.

Rick's face falls at the sight of your crying— The first time you've ever let anything like it happen in front of him. And fuck, he wants to take it back. The words, his scars— He breached the pact; The not letting the outside come in through that white hotel door.

Then, you're kissing him. Crushing your lips to his, passing your tears from your cheeks to his. Rick scoops you over into him, runs his hand over the cleft at your thigh to hitch your leg around his hip. Your tongue prods at his chapped lip, parts his mouth open to taste him. You want to spread your fingers over his chest— You grip them into tight fists, keeping them away.

He's hurt. Cut open. Damaged goods. Rick refuses to bear the thought that you can't touch him; He reaches for your hands and pries them open, guides you down his abdomen, his sides. He kisses you with a wordless plea: Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of me now.

Still, he grunts as your leg digs into the bruises. You reel away from him, the look on your face tearing him up. Rick sits up and stares at your deer in the headlights look.

With a slow hand, Rick pushes you back carefully, and you relax down into the comforter, unsure.

"It's alright, [y/n]." He says. You want to burst— You're the one who should be telling that to him. Rick kisses you again; He trails them down your throat, across your neck. You frame his crown with your hands as he travels down between your breasts. He laps a searing hot stripe over your nipple, then moves over to the other to do the same.

The muscles in your body begin to relax one by one as Rick takes the time to map kisses across you. Over every stretch of skin. He laves at the light marks that decorate your lower belly, the crevices that join to meet at your soft mound. Rick sucks at the skin there, nips with light teeth at the flesh. You arch your back and let your legs spread out around him, frame them timidly around his tanned shoulders.

Rick moves past your lips, lowering himself to give some attention to your inner thighs. He nips you again, firm bites sending a jolt up you every time. The stubble of his chin scratches satisfyingly with every move of his jaw. His tongue lashes out, lapping at your folds, circling to dip around your swelling clit.

---

Rick ignited a hunger in you. The elevator doors closed, and both of you closed the gap between you. You met in a first kiss that makes your head spin. He holds the card up to the hotel door behind you as he pins you there in the hallway. Your fingers rake through his hair— You laughed, embarrassed, when you knock off his hat. Rick chuckled and kicked the cap into the room as he backs you into the foot of the bed at the same time. You dragged him down with you, eager to feel the weight of him pressed down onto your body. But he held himself up courteously, careful not to crush you beneath him. You pulled away from his lips, stared up at him.

"You're beautiful." He noted— A simple statement of fact.

He ventured down your waist, and you asked him if he wanted to turn out the lights first. His lips pursed, as you looked down at him, your face flushed and your hair spilling out over the sheets.

"Darlin’, I wanna see every inch of you tonight." You were always safe with him.

---

He’s pushing your thighs apart further— You suck in a breath as his tongue delves between your folds, tasting you. He curls it deep inside your cunt. You release a shuttered whine.

Rick knows you. Knows just when to push his fingers into you, thrust two of them inside you. You arch your back, tilting your hips up to meet his face. Your tight walls stretch around him.

You feel your skin getting hotter, every stroke making your breath quicken. He keeps at this steady pace— spreads your lips apart to lave and swipe at your exposed clit until you're panting. He always brings you over the edge so easily, but tonight you tug at his hair, tell him to wait.

Rick grinds his arousal into the sheets, groaning as he laps you up. You reach down, cup his face until he's pulling away to look up at you.

"Get up here." You purr. You pull at Rick's arms, get him to make his way back up the bed until he's lying down beside you. He has the gall to feign a put out look.

"I was liking those sounds, baby." He shoots you a lopsided smile, his lips and chin shining. You huff, kissing him and tasting yourself.

Tentatively, you trace your fingertips down his chest, leaving a wide path between your hand and the wound in the dead center. You take his nipple between your fingers, giving it a knowing tweak, and Rick's head falls back as you lean down to take it in between your lips. You suck until the skin is pulled taut, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his abdomen until Rick is lying back, laying down for you.

His cock laid hard against his lower stomach. You take the head into your mouth, earning you a groan. Rick slips his fingers around the nape of your neck as he says your name.

You take Rick deep in your throat, your grasp wrapping around the rest of him. You hollow out your cheeks until you're releasing his cock with a soft pop with every other stroke. Rick's chest heaves as he shutters.

There's an older scar— Faded and pale now— Just above the dusting of hairs that trail up to his belly button. You splay your free hand over it, try to will all of his marks to fade and leave themselves far in the past where they can't reach the two of you here.

Rick's hips stutter, rolling up to meet the back of your throat. You moan around him, and the sound reverberates, flies straight up into him. He draws you off of him quickly, before he's tempted to come right then and there.

You sit back up to straddle Rick, your legs bracketing his pelvis. He runs his hands up your thighs— Rough calluses catch on your skin, familiar and comforting. "Rick," You say, canting your hips. Your mound, still slick, presses over his thick cock. His hands cup the back of your thighs, pull you closer until you're seated over his length but not yet penetrating you.

His jaw is clamped shut. You frown as you see him grind his teeth down over words he's mulling over.

"I fucking hate leaving you." He whispers.

You lean down. Your damp hair brushes over his chest, his face, as you press a kiss over his frowning lips. "So don't."

"You... You'd be alright with it if I stayed awhile?" He tries, blinking up at you through the locks of your hair, and you want to laugh at the bizarre question— If he stayed? Hadn't you made it pitifully clear you never wanted him gone?

You look down to see a face that says that's exactly what he's thinking. That this arrangement, these evenings within these walls— The fear that this is all you've ever wanted from him— Has been his reality too.

How many nights had you kidded yourself with stray thoughts of something more? Of that dangerous path, where you imagined lingering in bed until morning turned back into night again— Of one day after the other with him still here— in your world. You weren't the sentimental type then; After awhile, you had gotten the hang of pushing the thoughts away.

"You're really done?" You asked with awe now. His hands slide up to hold your waist, his head nodding against the pillow. You have so many more questions; The door you kept shut between you and Rick is threatening to open.

"I don't have to hide you away anymore." He offered without explanation. But you think about his aloof nature, his refusal to blur the lines.

"The hotels..."

"I didn't want certain people knowin'... Knowing where you lived, where I went. I was tryin' to..."

Keep you separate. Keep you to himself. This one thing— God, let him have this one thing.

Rick's brain had wracked with the thought of you as Dubois spoke to Waller for the last time; If she ever came after him, after any of them— Even Rick— Waller would pay. Even with pints of blood missing, his heart still raced on the helicopter back to the States with the surviving members of the squad.

She was going to leave them alone. There was leverage in this world to keep you safe now. And he was done— With ARGUS, with Waller.

"Stay." Your voice pulls him out of his storming thoughts, pulls him back up out of the waves. It echoes, putting bullets in every worry he's carried from Corto Maltese back to you. Stay, stay, stay.

Rick grips you tight as you move atop him. Your breath mingles together, exchanging the same air as he thrusts up into you. You whimper, drag your lips over his chin and jaw. Cup his face so that it never disappears again. You dare to hope he never disappears without warning ever again.

---

“...What?” You murmured. Grey light had begun framing the drawn curtains. Had you actually just stayed until morning? In and out of sleep, you lied facing Rick, this stranger who felt familiar now. He was smirking softly at you, a lock of your hair weaving between his fingers as he lied before you on the bed.

You draw gentle patterns across his war ravaged skin, thinking he had finally fallen off to sleep when his eyes open. You stared.

"...Wasn’t gonna tell you my name." He finally admitted — curiously— Like you had surprised him, like you were the one who pried the thought from him without his even knowing. Rick had made simpler plans for this night. The easy kind. But your laugh had ensnared him, your gaze drawing him in— Wiped his memory. Your clothes, all around the room, looked too good to pick up off the floor.

You blinked, lips curling upward. “Did you want to take it back?” You craned your neck and glanced back at the glowing clock on the stand behind you. “I think I only said it about…. A hundred times in the last five hours.” When you turn your head back again, his lips are there to meet you, pressing a grin onto the corner of your mouth.

“Nah,” He muttered, drawing you against him. Rick wanted to do this another five hours, another ten. You wrapped your arms around his warm torso, tangled your legs in his beneath the sheets. “I want to see you again.”

"Yeah?" You smiled, visibly pleased. It was like a weapon, the way you endeared him with a single word, with that open face.

"I uh, can't promise when that'll be." He said, watching your reaction fixedly. The night's miracle had faded back to reality. You couldn't deny it in yourself— He was magnetic. You were stuck. Though you knew it would end, you had hoped he'd offer something more.

"What d'you think?" He prodded. Waited. Outside, the world was waking up; This was ending, he thought— dreaded. He put the detonator into your hands.

You stopped your minstrations over his tattooed skin, shrugging softly. Warmth floods him as you lifted that smile to him. Gave him some hope he didn't know he still wanted in another person.

You shrugged, unaware of everything to come.

"I don't mind waiting."

You really didn't.

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What if Sora saved the Justice League?!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GPj3kf by Spiderfan626 Journey to face the Unknown as the unthinkable happens. Brainiac turns his sights on Earth to terraform it into a New Colu. With the only heroes who can stop under his control and Waller dead… things seem lost… when the Multiverse gives this earth a chance with a boy who can touch hearts with his own. So follow Sora as you ponder the question: What if…! (Spoilers: for SS:KJL) Words: 4418, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League (Video Game), What If...? (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Yozora (Kingdom Hearts), Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, John Stewart (DCU), Brainiac (DCU), Uatu | The Watcher (Marvel), Lois Lane, Aaron Cash, Barbara Gordon Relationships: Kairi/Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi & Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League Spoilers, Post-Kingdom Hearts III, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Batman: Arkham (Video Games) Setting, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, What If? (Marvel Comics), Elseworlds, Disney Songs, Disney References, Thank you Kevin Conroy read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2GPj3kf