[hiredassault]

“   The   DEVIL   doesn’t   come   in    red   cape     &&        pointy       HORNS.     He   comes     disguised        as            E V E R Y T H I N G      you’ve    wished       for.   ”

        Presenting  :       Floyd Lawon / Deadshot       from    DC Comics. VERSES  &  MUSE  INFORMATION

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[jundlcndwastes]

Sweat caused wisps of hair to cling to the frame of her face, her cheeks flushed from running back and forth across the soccer field. Practice had been going well for her; she wasn't one of the ones who needed to work on her defense. Blame it on being a natural, but Juniper didn't think it was that hard. She'd spotted Floyd out of the corner of her eye hanging out around the bleachers some time ago, but it wasn't until their coach called for a ten-minute break that she tore herself away from her team and headed his way. ❝ Are you gonna give me a sip, or do boys still believe in cooties at this age? ❞ She enjoyed teasing him, and while she already had her own bottle sitting on another set of bleachers somewhere, she also enjoyed messing with him.

☆ ───── @hiredassault !

[hiredassault]

Lawton had only stopped by because practice happened to be on the way home or at least that's what he'd keep telling himself. Hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, bottle dangling from the other, he'd been half-watching the drills without much interest. Then he noticed her peeling away from the crowd && jogging straight toward him. He instinctively glanced over his shoulder, almost EXPECTING someone else to be standing there. There wasn't. "...Me?" The word slipped out before he could stop it.

When she threw the cooties jab at him, he blinked once, caught completely off guard. A faint flush crept onto the back of his neck, hidden beneath his messy hair. "Uh... no?" He cleared his throat, suddenly very aware of the bottle in his hand. After an awkward beat, he held it out. "I mean... yeah. Sure." His mouth twitched into the smallest, self-conscious smug. "You know this is gonna make every guy over there hate me for, like... ten minutes."

[2077smerc]

29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival.

V had dealt with armed gangs, corpo assassins and things that were definitely not supposed to exist outside of nightmares.  a carnival game ?  apparently, that was where she drew the line.   V stood in front of the booth with her arms crossed, staring down the target.  the vendor had already given her the look— the one that said good luck—and V had immediately decided she needed to prove a point.  "i got this."  she muttered without looking at FLOYD.  the glare she shot him said enough.  a small ball rolled between her fingers before she tossed it . . . the target dropped cleanly.   the bell rang.   V slowly turned toward FLOYD, a smug grin spreading across her face.  

"yeah !  that’s what I thought."  she proudly collected the prize, accepting the oversized plush toy from the booth attendant with an expression that suggested she has absolutely no idea what to do with something that soft.   which is exactly why she immediately shoves it into FLOYD's hands. "there."  the contrast is ridiculous— V ! Night City mercenary, walking around with a weapon at her hip and a giant cute plushie in her hands before handing it over like it was a serious tactical acquisition.   "I figured your apartment could use something that doesn’t look like it belongs in an evidence locker."  she looked away, pretending she wasn't having fun.   "keep it, throw it away, name it something stupid. I don’t care."

[hiredassault]

The marksman lingered a step behind while she accepted her hard-earned prize, saying nothing as she turned with that unmistakably smug grin.

The vendor, however, seemed to RECOGNIZE him. There was a brief pause, a squint, then a tired sigh from the older man before he quietly reached beneath the counter && flipped a small handwritten sign from OPEN to BACK IN FIVE MINUTES.

It wasn't difficult to guess why. Years ago, Floyd had developed an unfortunate reputation for walking into traveling carnivals, paying a few dollars && methodically emptying prize walls until booth owners either ran out of stock or POLITELY asked him to move along.

SOMEWHERE in his apartment sat boxes && shelves crowded with plush bears, rabbits, sharks, dragons, and every other oversized prize imaginable ;; a collection no one would ever believe belonged to him.

Floyd accepted the plush without so much as a sigh, somehow finding ROOM for it among V's leather jacket draped over his shoulder, a half-empty cup of lemonade, a paper tray with the last two cheese fries she'd stopped eating, a bag of kettle corn she'd INSISTED she wasn't hungry for anymore ;; a cheap plastic alien she'd won from a claw machine ....because it looked stupid... a pair of novelty heart-shaped sunglasses she'd made him carry after wearing them for exactly thirty seconds &&& now an absurdly oversized stuffed animal.

He looked down at the impossible inventory balanced in his arms, then over at V. " ----You know, most people HOLD HANDS on dates."

[2077smerc]

V follows his gaze, finally taking stock of the mountain of miscellaneous junk he'd somehow accumulated over the course of the afternoon.  her jacket.  the lemonade.  the cheese fries she'd absolutely claimed she was saving for later. the kettle corn she'd definitely wasn't going to finish.  the ridiculous plastic alien.  now the plush.  her lips twitch.  "…huh."  she reaches over—not for his hand—but to pluck a single piece of kettle corn from the bag he'd been graciously turned into a pack mule for.  she pops it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.  "I was wondering why my inventory kept getting lighter."  a grin finally breaks through . . .

"I've been using you as a backpack." the realization seems to delight her far more than it should.  then FLOYD drops the line. and V blinks.  "… this is a date ?"   the question comes out just a beat too late, her grin widening into something undeniably mischievous.  "could've fooled me."  she gestures vaguely at the armful of carnival prizes. then, with the casual confidence only V could muster, she steps closer and hooks her pinky around his free one. "there." she gives it a tiny swing. her smile softens, just enough to betray that she knows exactly what she's doing.  "...besides," she murmurs, glancing up at him, "your hands were full."  without another word, she steals one more piece of kettle corn and starts walking, pulling him by their intertwined pinkies.

[hiredassault]

Lawton let himself be pulled along without protest, the mountain of V's belongings somehow remaining intact despite the AWKWARD balance. The carnival buzzed around them ....music, bells, laughter, the smell of fried food hanging in the warm evening air.

Every few steps something THREATENED to slide free, && every few steps he caught it with the unconscious efficiency of someone who'd adapted far quicker than he cared to admit.

The linked pinkies remained between them, almost comically understated compared to everything else. No one looking their way would've guessed the most dangerous thing either of them had done that day was wander into a carnival together. She walked ahead with that familiar CONFIDENCE, occasionally stealing from the kettle corn she'd made him carry, while Floyd simply followed ----- burdened with enough prizes && abandoned snacks to stock another booth.

"...I gotta admit," He said at last ;; glancing from the pile in his arms to her without breaking stride. "I'm having a suspiciously good time."

[hiredassault]

"Well, well, well if it isn't Floyd Lawton." The Count's voice rings with a pleased familiarity as he fishes for something in the breast pocket of his shirt, "It's been quite some time since we've last seen each other hasn't it? I'm surprised you're not dead." An ironic statement coming from Werner, given how the two of them last parted, but he doesn't make any note of it himself as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and wordlessly offers one out to Floyd with a shake of the pack before taking one for himself.

His eyebrow lifted a fraction as he accepted the cigarette without ceremony, turning it once between his fingers before tapping it against the back of his hand. "Werner." The name came out almost fondly, almost exhausted. A thin smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He slipped the cigarette between his lips, lit it with an unhurried flick && let the smoke drift LAZILY into the air. "You know what's funny?" His eyes settled on the Count with that calm, unreadable look that usually preceded bad decisions. "Every time someone tells me they're surprised I'm not dead..." he took another drag, "...they usually END UP reminding themselves why I'm not."

[rebelpuff]

you   are   shaking   fists   &   trembling   teeth.   i   know   :   you   did   not   mean   to   be   CRUEL.   that   does   not   mean   you   were   kind. blog   /   template   /   quote

[hiredassault]

Spain. ♥️♥️♥️

[hiredassault]

"I never said you couldn't stay. Maybe we're just two people who get tired of everyone else." He fished a cigarette pack from his jacket, tapped one loose && held it out. "For the MADNESS. Just in case."

[fifthimpact]

❛ NO , but you've got that look in your eye. HA ! maybe ? let's be honest here. we're both long tired of everyone else. and honestly ? who could blame us ?   ❜ STARK difference between committing crime for personal gain and committing crime JUST to spark the flames of chaos. ( or as we call it in gotham , another tuesday. ) she bumps her shoulder against his before eventually reaching for the pack. ❛   just in case. and if anyone asks ? I QUIT THESE. ❜

[hiredassault]

He spared the deliberate bump a sideways glance before flicking the lighter open. The flame danced between them until her cigarette glowed. "We'll blame the wind." He shrugged. "It has a criminal record." He had to make that poor dadjoke.

[2077smerc]

29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival.

V had dealt with armed gangs, corpo assassins and things that were definitely not supposed to exist outside of nightmares.  a carnival game ?  apparently, that was where she drew the line.   V stood in front of the booth with her arms crossed, staring down the target.  the vendor had already given her the look— the one that said good luck—and V had immediately decided she needed to prove a point.  "i got this."  she muttered without looking at FLOYD.  the glare she shot him said enough.  a small ball rolled between her fingers before she tossed it . . . the target dropped cleanly.   the bell rang.   V slowly turned toward FLOYD, a smug grin spreading across her face.  

"yeah !  that’s what I thought."  she proudly collected the prize, accepting the oversized plush toy from the booth attendant with an expression that suggested she has absolutely no idea what to do with something that soft.   which is exactly why she immediately shoves it into FLOYD's hands. "there."  the contrast is ridiculous— V ! Night City mercenary, walking around with a weapon at her hip and a giant cute plushie in her hands before handing it over like it was a serious tactical acquisition.   "I figured your apartment could use something that doesn’t look like it belongs in an evidence locker."  she looked away, pretending she wasn't having fun.   "keep it, throw it away, name it something stupid. I don’t care."

[hiredassault]

The marksman lingered a step behind while she accepted her hard-earned prize, saying nothing as she turned with that unmistakably smug grin.

The vendor, however, seemed to RECOGNIZE him. There was a brief pause, a squint, then a tired sigh from the older man before he quietly reached beneath the counter && flipped a small handwritten sign from OPEN to BACK IN FIVE MINUTES.

It wasn't difficult to guess why. Years ago, Floyd had developed an unfortunate reputation for walking into traveling carnivals, paying a few dollars && methodically emptying prize walls until booth owners either ran out of stock or POLITELY asked him to move along.

SOMEWHERE in his apartment sat boxes && shelves crowded with plush bears, rabbits, sharks, dragons, and every other oversized prize imaginable ;; a collection no one would ever believe belonged to him.

Floyd accepted the plush without so much as a sigh, somehow finding ROOM for it among V's leather jacket draped over his shoulder, a half-empty cup of lemonade, a paper tray with the last two cheese fries she'd stopped eating, a bag of kettle corn she'd INSISTED she wasn't hungry for anymore ;; a cheap plastic alien she'd won from a claw machine ....because it looked stupid... a pair of novelty heart-shaped sunglasses she'd made him carry after wearing them for exactly thirty seconds &&& now an absurdly oversized stuffed animal.

He looked down at the impossible inventory balanced in his arms, then over at V. " ----You know, most people HOLD HANDS on dates."

[fifthimpact]

❛ i keep bothering you because you're pretty much the ONLY other ' normal ' person in town. i can linger around you without that OVERBEARING aura of madness that everyone else has. you know the kind , so thick you can feel it in the air. its suffocating. well THAT [ ... ] and you love me.   ❜

@hiredassault / ♡

[hiredassault]

"I never said you couldn't stay. Maybe we're just two people who get tired of everyone else." He fished a cigarette pack from his jacket, tapped one loose && held it out. "For the MADNESS. Just in case."

[nanikan]

酒でからまれるダニエルのまき

[seanhowe]

Suicide Squad creator credits. Art by Michel Fiffe.

[hiredassault]

[hiredassault]

Adeline Kane hiring Floyd Lawton to get Slade Wilson so that she can settle her divorce papers with him. (-_-)

[hiredassault]

black  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  date     (     specify  what  it  entails     )  .

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔     (     .  .  .     )     inbox  prompts .

black  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  date     (     specify  what  it  entails     )  .

@hexsreality

• BLACK  CALLA  LILY:-

The bouquet was unmistakably WANDA.

Black calla lilies wrapped in burgundy paper, elegant without trying, with a handwritten note nestled neatly between the stems. A date. Friday. I'll cook. You don't have to bring anything but yourself.

Floyd stood in the quiet of his apartment for a long moment, reading it over again despite having already memorized every word. It was strangely unfair how she could reduce a man who'd negotiated hostage exchanges && assassination contracts into staring at flowers like they required tactical analysis. Somewhere between the lilies and the invitation, she'd made an ordinary evening feel more intimidating than a firefight.

" ------ Guess this means we're calla-ficial now."

[dandelionrps]

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔     (     .  .  .     )     inbox  prompts .

♡     send  flowers     according  to  which  type(s)     express  how  sender  feels  about  or  wants  from  receiver  .   

these  flowers  are  meant  to     come  with  notes     (    or    spoken  words  .ᐟ     add     whatever  you  desire     when  sending    )     that  clearly  state  what  they  mean ,     so     receiver  will  know     what  sender  is  trying  to  say .  

add  context    &     mix    &     match  to  your  needs .     create  whole  bouquets  if  you  like  .     happy  writing .ᐟ

white  azalea  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  physical  beauty  .

pink  azalea  :     maternal  love     (     does  not  necessarily  have  to  be  gendered     )     from  parental  figure  to  child  .

red  azalea  :     a  request  for  receiver  to  take  care  of  themself  for  sender’s  sake  .

white  calla  lily  :     a  marriage  proposal  .

pink  calla  lily  :     a  confession  of  romantic  love  .

yellow  calla  lily  :     a  request  to  be  friends  .

purple  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  passionate  night  together  .

black  calla  lily  :     a  request  for  a  date     (     specify  what  it  entails     )  .

white  carnation  :     sympathy ,     condolences  .

pink  carnation  :     filial  love    (     from  child  to  parental  figure     )  .

red  carnation  :     possessiveness ,     as  if  to  say    ‘  you  are  mine  ’  .

yellow  carnation  :     rejection ,     disappointment  in  receiver ,     regret  .

purple  carnation  :     appreciation  for  receiver’s  whimsy  and /  or  unpredictability  .

multicolor  carnation  :     expressing  sorrow  that  sender  and  receiver  cannot  be  together  .

white  chrysanthemum  :     agape  love  .

pink  chrysanthemum  :     storge  love     (     from  parental  figure  to  child     )  .

red  chrysanthemum  :     eros  love  .

yellow  chrysanthemum  :     philia  love  .

cleome  :     sender  wants  to  run  away    /     elope  with  receiver  .

daffodil  :     desire  for  a  new  beginning    /     to  start  over  .

white  daisy  :     desire  to  have  a  child    /     start  a  family  with  receiver  .

yellow  daisy  :     encouragement  and  empathy  .

forget  -  me  -  not  :     an  expression  of  gratitude  for  the  memories  shared  with  receiver    /     a  desire  to  make  new  memories  with  receiver  .

white  heather  :     sender  pledges  to  always  protect  receiver  .

pink  heather  :     infatuation  and  obsession  with  receiver  .

white  hibiscus  :     a  request  for  peace  between  sender  and  receiver  .

pink  hibiscus  :     sender  wishes  to    ‘  show  receiver  off  ’     by  having  them  wear  this  flower  in  their  hair  .

red  hibiscus  :     a  deep  admiration  for  receiver’s  godlike  beauty  .

orange  hibiscus  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  body  .

yellow  hibiscus  :     sibling  or  sibling  -  like  affection  .

yellow  hyacinth  :     jealousy  and  envy  .

blue  hyacinth  :     sincerity  and  earnestness  ,     wholehearted  regard  .

purple  hyacinth  :     deep  sorrow  ,     begging  for  forgiveness  ,     a  request  for  another  chance  .

white  iris  :     a  spiritual  connection  ,     a  soul  bond  .

blue  iris  :     having  faith  in  receiver  ,     trusting  them  implicitly  .

purple  iris  :     veneration  and  the  highest  possible  esteem  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  wisdom  .

lavender  :     gratitude  for  forgiveness    /     a  second  chance  ,     a  promise  to  be  better  for  receiver  .

lilac  :     innocent  attraction  ,     receiver  is  sender’s  first  love  .

white  lily  :     deep  respect  and  reverence  ,     unconditional  love    (     platonic  or  romantic    )  .

pink  lily  :     gentle  appreciation  and  gratitude  ,     a  kiss  on  the  cheek  .

tiger  lily  :     sender  is  proud  of  receiver  . 

lily  -  of  -  the  -  valley  :     receiver  completes  sender    /     makes  sender  feel  whole  .

white  magnolia  :     sender  thinks  receiver  is  perfect  .

pink  magnolia  :     a  regard  for  receiver’s  youthful  spirit  . 

purple  magnolia  :     sender  wishes  receiver  healing  .

pink  orchid  :     congratulatory     (     specify  what  for    )  .

blue  orchid  :     rarity  ,     there’s  no  one  else  in  the  world  like  receiver  .

purple  orchid  :     admiration  for  receiver’s  strength  and  perseverance  .

pink  peony  :     wishing  receiver  luck  and  good  fortune  .

red  peony  :     expression  of  honor  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  moral  character  .

white  poppy  :     mourning  a  shared  loved  one  ,     expressing  comfort  during  a  difficult  time  .

red  poppy  :     regard  for  the  fallen    /     for  what  or  who  has  been  lost  .

orange  poppy  :     wishing  receiver  success  ,     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  resilience  .

 white  primrose  :     sender  misses  receiver    /     sender  is  sad  without  receiver  .

pink  primrose  :     sender  cannot  live  without  receiver  .

yellow  primrose  :     receiver  makes  sender  happy  .

purple  primrose  :     sender  is  enchanted  by  receiver  .

white  rose  :     desire  for  marriage    /     building  a  life  with  receiver  .

pink  rose  :     a  developing  crush  ,     regard  for  receiver’s  beauty    (     physical  and  beyond     )  .

red  rose  :     deep  romantic  love  ,     passionate  attraction  ,     unending  devotion  .

yellow  rose  :     deep  platonic  love  ,     the  warmth  of  friendship  ,     returning  the  joy  receiver  brings  .

sunflower  :     deep  adoration  ,     unending  loyalty  .

white  tulip  :     apology    /     desire  for  forgiveness  and  reconciliation  .

pink  tulip  :     the  transition  from  a  crush  to  deeper  romantic  love  .

red  tulip  :     deep  trust  and  undying  devotion  .

yellow  tulip  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  smile    /     a  desire  to  see  receiver  smile  more  .

purple  tulip  :     eternal  love  ,     togetherness  in  every  lifetime  .

blue  violet  :     calming  love  and  affection  ,     an  expression  of  sender  being  a  better  person  with    /     around  receiver  .

purple  violet  :     a  compliment  toward  receiver’s  personal  growth  and  humility  .

[hiredassault]

Sunflower and White Tulip :)

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔     (     .  .  .     )     inbox  prompts .

sunflower  :     deep  adoration  ,     unending  loyalty  .

white  tulip  :     apology    /     desire  for  forgiveness  and  reconciliation  .

@decthbringer

• SUNFLOWER:-

The bouquet of Sunflowers were too bright for a man like Lawton. Too honest. They belonged in kitchen windows, children's drawings, roadside fields that had never heard a gunshot. Not tucked beneath the arm of an assassin with calloused hands && fresh powder burns lingering beneath his nails. He stood outside her door longer than he'd admit, staring at the YELLOW petals as though they'd somehow explain why she'd chosen them. The card already told him. Deep adoration. Unending loyalty.

Most people promised those things with rings or oaths. Elektra had sent flowers ;; because saying it outright somehow carried more weight than letting him guess. Floyd exhaled a quiet, humorless chuckle. "You picked the one language I can't argue with."

• WHITE TULIP:-

The white tulips sat on his kitchen counter long after he'd opened the door, untouched except for the note he'd already read too many times. An apology. A wish to make things right. Forgive me. It should've been simple. He'd accepted apologies before ;; mumbled excuses from clients, hollow regrets from men who'd betrayed him, DESPERATE last words from people who only found their conscience when it was too late. They'd never meant much. But these... these were from Elektra. WHITE PETALS, impossibly clean, asking him to believe that not everything broken had to stay that way.

Floyd leaned against the counter, arms folded, eyes fixed on the bouquet like it had somehow become the hardest target he'd ever been asked to face. By the time he found her, the flowers were still in his hand. Not because he intended to give them back, but because setting them down had felt too much like making a DECISION. He stopped a few feet away, studying her in the long silence that had always existed between them more comfortably than words ever could.

"You don't owe me perfection..." He said softly. His gaze dropped briefly to the tulips before returning to hers. "If we're keeping score, I'd run out of paper before you did."

[hiredassault]

John Cena? The babysitter's INVISIBLE !! You've already got someone in mind for your PART && you're just waiting for me to guess wrong.

[fifthimpact]

OF COURSE you go there. OF COURSE you did. well invisible or not he's a better choice than the funky bunch over there and i will DIE on this hill , floyd. me ? [ .... ] now i just want to hear you guess at all. still probably wrong , but a cat's curious now.

[hiredassault]

ana de armas