#joel kinnaman fanfic

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧

ed baldwin x gn!reader

In which your husband, Ed, returns home to Earth from the Jamestown Base on the Moon after being stranded.

warnings: none, just fluff (:

word count: 525

author’s note: I'm back from my hiatus, except it's for my new hyperfixation, the Apple TV original For All Mankind. if you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it! especially if you love history, alternate history, space, etc. this is a little fic for a moment that isn't shown between Ed and Karen on the show. reader is gender neutral!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest as you stand with the welcoming crew of NASA. Today is your first time seeing your husband, Ed, in over six months. Even in the South, it’s a bitterly cold December, so you pull yourself further into your coat. You cross your arms to keep in some warmth as you giddily bounce on the balls of your heels. Gordo and Danielle are close by, waiting to welcome their friend and colleague home as well. You can’t imagine what they went through together up there, but you know better than to ask.

Ed has to be cleared by NASA before making his first appearance since splashdown, so everyone is waiting as patiently as possible despite the tedious process. The press is everywhere, and you’ve been asked several questions. You never minded answering harmless questions to the media but still kept to yourself quite a bit. You and Ed liked your lives to be kept somewhat private. 

The sound of clapping begins at the start of the crowd to your left, mission control coming out of their pit, and the landing crew to shake hands with Ed. You scan the area, waiting to spot your husband. You finally do, but he doesn’t see you yet. You swear your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Ed finally finishes shaking hands with the crew and isn’t too far from you now. His eyes dart across the crowd, looking for someone- looking for you. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, everything stops.

You start walking over to him, then begin briskly picking up your pace until you’re running over to Ed. You can hear the sounds of cameras popping as you dart to your husband, who looks over to you and opens his arms just in time to catch you mid-run. He spins you around in his arms as you bury your face into his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck as you’re afraid to let go as if he’d vanish at any second, like this was all a dream. But it’s not; it’s real, and you can feel Ed’s strong arms supporting you. You take your time breathing in his scent that had long since disappeared from his pillow and clothes at home. You pull away from his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grab ahold of Ed’s face, looking him closely in the eyes for the first time in ages.

“I love you,” you choke out, “so much.”

“I love you too,” Ed grins, leaning in to give you the kiss you’ve been waiting so long for.

Everyone cheers and claps as you and Ed laugh into the kiss. He lets you back down onto the ground, his arm immediately snaking around your waist protectively as he leads both of you over to Gordo, Danielle, and the rest of the astronauts waiting. The entire time Ed speaks to them, you can’t help but beam up at him, watching as his face contorts into a laugh before he hugs Gordo and his other friends. Ed is finally back, and you couldn’t be happier. 

[reveluving]

moonlight melody ; takeshi kovacs x reader

summary: you don’t know how you got there, and you don’t even know if you can ever return home. and you can’t find it in you to hate it whatsoever.

warnings: isekai au; minor altered carbon explicit content, major fluff w/ lovesick & poetic takeshi!

a/n: the first of quirky reverie 2024! had this idea in the shower. yeah. haven’t shown this man any love in a while so please take it! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'But he couldn’t blame you. He needed you just as much as you needed him.' ; 

A few drones flew overhead. The holographic half-naked model flashed across one of the many luxurious buildings. Even the little burn barrel that kept the slums warm in the far distance. 

You’ve seen it all. You’ve seen it plenty. You’ve seen it almost every night.

And yet, you couldn’t help but marvel at the scene before you like you were seeing it for the first time. 

The occasional brightness had you squinting your eyes, especially the ones resembling spotlights that shined in your face, but besides that, you were taking it all in like there was no tomorrow. Noise after noise, none of which was deafening given the aerial view of the balcony, just enough to wonder what sort of life, bad or good, existed beyond your very own.

As beautiful as it was to see the city or really, Altered Carbon on television, the visual effects on your screen didn’t do justice, now that you’ve gotten used to the real thing. Of course, the bright lights were just a façade from how dangerous Bay City truly was as soon as one stepped out of the hotel. But the life you lived, where the concept of Sleeves and the majorly advanced technology in the show never existed, before miraculously ending up here, wasn’t any better either. 

Less deadly, no doubt, but much more… dull. 

You didn’t jump when a pair of arms came to wrap around you, pressing their chest against your back before perching their forehead on your shoulder. You weren’t sure if you shivered from his deep voice or his warm breath tickling you. 

His words were unintelligible, lips moving against your skin.

“Can’t hear you, handsome.” You chuckled. He raised his head, a few strands of hair draping over his eyes.

“Can’t sleep?” Takeshi asked once more. You still couldn’t believe this was the same man who survived for centuries, instilling fear in men blinded by temporal wealth, now almost grumbling at you for successfully sliding out of his arms. 

“Not really,” You chuckled. He forced his bleary eyes open, not wanting to miss the little crinkles forming in your eyes. Takeshi instinctively leaned his face closer when you angled your head, kissing his cheek as an apology, “Didn’t wanna wake you up though. I can come back inside if you want.”

He’d love that, he’d want nothing more than to drag you back into bed. But your wide-eyed wonder was so irresistible that he’d feel like a criminal if he took it away from you. No matter how many times he had seen it.

“Nah. I don’t mind staying out here for a bit.” Instead of standing with you, he pulled you to the chair he had kindly dragged out for you months back. Sitting you on his lap, he practically melted in the seat, nosing the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder. He held you like the most precious plushie, and in all honesty, he was willing to fall asleep right then and there.

Truly, with the images—memories of you that flashed as his eyes remained closed, his mind in constant relaxation. As if life, whatever powerful being beyond anyone’s control or understanding had finally blessed him with the greatest form of honour, but he wasn’t the only one to believe as such. 

You would always hold him like he was your lifeline, and if you were being honest, he was. Hoping day in and day out that you wouldn’t wake up somewhere you could no longer call home instead of the familiar room in The Raven. The day never came, and though Takeshi always knew how to ease your worries, the scare would linger from time to time.

But he couldn’t blame you. He needed you just as much as you needed him. 

Even now, too enamoured by the look you had and how the lights cast onto your face, how your eyes took in everything you could like you wouldn’t be able to see again, and despite how tainted his world was, he found it endearing, only because it was you.

He quickly became accustomed to you with him—to you and him. The little hand caresses, the comforting kisses, the smiles that silently told him ‘It’s okay. You’ll be okay.’

We will be okay.

» a/n: something short and sweet for our beloved hunk because he deserves it whenever possible!! ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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Auror Malfoy… or Takeshi Kovacs 🤔

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Clouds - Holder

TITLE: “Clouds” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: On rainy nights, all Holder wants is you… 

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2012

More rain. It never ends here in Seattle. Thankfully, Stephen is already home with you by the time thunder rumbles again. 

Disheveled blankets. Cuddling in his arms. 

There’s no other feeling in the world. With dinner out of the way and that kitchen clean, you no longer have to think, just resting with your best friend. 

“Babe?” His voice is sleepy, drifting in or out of consciousness as gorgeous hazel eyes watch you for a moment. 

“What?” You mumble, still not wanting to consider anything important. Work drained you today, and it’s a miracle that even Holder could somehow leave the precinct earlier than midnight. 

“You’re so pretty.” Smiling and showing off that mustache, he dares to open the warm proximity found between your covered bodies. Soon after, this man angles his finger to tap your nose. 

“Thank you, but please let me sleep,” You whine back, readjusting that cuddle back with him. 

“Aight.” Kissing your forehead, Holder took off one of those signature hoodies and now lays with you in a t-shirt, feeling nothing short of peace. 

Just when you plan on sleeping again, lightning flashes in the bedroom window and you can’t help snuggling closer, hoping that Stephen will notice. 

“Sorry.” You look up at him, trying not to feel embarrassed. 

“It’s okay. I'm here. Promise.” This time, Holder caresses your face and smiles down, tickling you with the mustache. 

At least he’s around, rain or shine. 

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And If It's Not Okay... and Confined

@allatariel Thanks for the ask! So, these are both For All Mankind fics.

And If It's Not Okay... is my post-season 2 fix-it fic I've been working on for a couple months now. I couldn't stand the way s2 ended! 😭💔 But bc I'm writing a "fix it," that will change a lot of things that happened in seasons 3 & 4, which I'm super excited about writing! I have 21 chapters of this one up on Ao3 so far & LOTS more to come!!!

Confined is a "missing scene" I've started writing for the 1x07 "Hi Bob" ep. Basically, it's what happened in the time between when Ed confined Gordo to the Jamestown base & when we see them again 15 days later when Dani is trying to fix the Bob tape. I haven't posted anything from this one yet.

Thanks again for the ask. 😊💙💙

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Bullet called the night she died. Angrily he had ignored it, scoffing as he puts his phone back in his pocket after he silenced it, memories of the day before where he had grabbed her by what felt like the scruff of her neck and thrown her outside of the station fresh in his mind, feeling anger coursing through his veins, causing a feeling similar to one that Meth had always given him.

‘I should’ve responded. I should’ve answered,’ he cried over and over, and Linden scurries to tell him it’s not his fault. He drunkenly sucks in breaths and tastes nothing but the burn of cigarette smoke in his mouth instead, the air polluted. His mind is destroying itself.

God fell asleep in the back seat. He does have a body on his grill.

He stands in the bathroom with the Sewerd kid, combing down his hair as he stands behind him, patiently using his hands gently to make sure he looks good enough for his father to see. He never gets there.

Caroline never knew about his addiction. Serenity is all he ever wanted. He wanted to be good, he tells her. ‘I wanted to be good.’

He chucks beer cans into the field full of un-marked graves next to the prison, his mind slowing down as he watches the liquid explode out of the thin metal, his arms tired from the smashing.

He talks to Kalies mom at the funeral, feeling like he had murdered Bullet with his own two hands. He feels thick matalic blood dripping off them as he sits in the pews. She died thinking he was mad at her. He could never be mad. Not at her. Not at Bullet. He visits her grave and traces her name that’s carved don’t the pretty white marble, placing her necklace ontop, knowing they she’d want that in the afterlife.

(‘What bullshit,’ he scoffs, trying to think of heaven for a girl who was always cast out. What bullshit.)

He walks away, leaving the grief of his past behind, but it follows him.

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Admittance Is the First Step (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

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Requested by @11thstreetvigilante : “What you see in me is what I want to see in myself” with Rick? ❤️

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, language, talk of death ideation, Rick is depressed, reader is in love, angst with happy ending

Word Count: 1.4k

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Rick grimaces as he chugs the drink down, setting the empty glass on the bar and signaling for the tender to fill it up for the fifth time. It’s nine o'clock on a Tuesday and he could swear that he’s the only one in the bar save for the local prostitute hanging out in the back.

“Thought I would find you here,” you set your bag down on the counter as you slide into the seat next to Rick, placing an order for a gin and tonic to the bartender who immediately gets to work on the drink. “Thought you would be heading home by now.”

“Can’t.” Rick doesn’t miss the way you cock your head to the side, confusion written all over your face but with him not providing any more details you decide not to press the issue. It’s always like this whenever he comes home from a mission. He will put the prisoners back in their cell, finish up whatever report he needed to do for Waller and then drink away his sorrows immediately after, which has led to many late night phone calls for you to pick him up, except this time he didn’t call, it was a gut feeling.

Sighing, you scroll through your phone in silence. On the nights like tonight where he’s locked himself up in a bar, he typically doesn’t do much talking and you know he would rather drink in quietness than in noise and you can’t say you blame him, after all, some down time is definitely needed after dealing with people like Digger Harkness and Harley Quinn.

Rick will never admit it, but he doesn’t want to be sitting in silence. He wants to be able to talk to you, tell you all about the mission as you lend an ear where he can talk to you honestly and without the ears of Waller and her lackeys. He doesn’t know why he trusts you as much as he does, afterall, anybody who works for Waller obviously does not care for their life, but for some reason, Rick feels like he can trust you with anything. Maybe it’s because you’re always there to patch him up after a mission gone south, or maybe it’s the way that you’ll stay with him in the darkest parts of the night when he can’t sleep, or maybe it’s the way you have always said positive things to him in an attempt to soothe him.

“Lost 4 people today.” The words are quiet and if the bar was noisy, you probably wouldn’t have heard them, but you did and your heart drops. One of the many things that you love about Rick is that even though all those felons have committed several heinous crimes against humanity, he still showed them human kindness despite the rest of the prison staff treating them like scum. “Could’ve been avoided if I had only listened to Waller instead of my own gut.” Rick picks up the glass and drinks the amber liquid in a second. If it burned going down, he made no notion of it. “I should’ve listened.”

“You took a risk, Rick. Not all of them are going to pay off, but you got the remainder of the team back to safety and you got yourself to safety and that’s the most important thing.”

Rick scoffs as he leans forward on the bar counter top, turning his head to the side and eyeing you up and down, dressed in your normal clothes. “You know, sometimes I wish I don’t make it back at all. I sometimes wish that I’ll die or be kidnapped on a mission just so I don’t have to face everybody after another failed mission.” The admittance stops your heart. Sure Rick gets depressed after missions, it’s hard not to, but you have never heard him say that he “wishes to die”, not once, not ever.

“You take those words back. You have no clue how much you mean to these prisoners.” To me, you think to yourself as he rolls his eyes and glances down at the empty glass, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he muses over his words.

“What would even happen if I die? Pretty sure Waller would find someone to cover my spot and that’s that. Would anyone even shed a tear? I work day and night, I go home to an empty apartment, I have no one in my life that I care to share joy with. I mean I have been living at the prison so much that the only thing in my fridge is a case of beer and pizza from two weeks ago.”

Holding the tears at bay, you slip out of your seat and slip your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his back as you sniffle. How can he really not notice the way you care for him? How can he not notice the way he makes life for the prisoners so much better? “You’re so fucking stupid, Richard.”

Rick freezes in his chair. “Excuse me?” He turns around in your grasp as you let go of him, crossing your arms across your chest as if you’re hugging yourself. 

“How the fuck can you not notice how much you mean to the squad?”

“They don’t care about me. They only care about getting time off their sentences.” You shake your head in disagreement, wiping tears out of your eyes as Rick raises an eyebrow. Why is she crying?

“Rick, stop kidding yourself, you know that’s not true. Think about all the times they have gone back for you because they know you would go back for them. Even though they’re assholes, they adore you. But beside the point, how the fuck can you not notice how much you mean to me?” All is quiet in the bar as the bartender and prostitute watch on in entertainment and in curiosity as to what’s going on. “I love you, Rick. I love your smile, I love your eyes, I love your voice, I love the way you command people, I love your terrible terrible jokes, I love the way you doodle on my notebook periodically even if I can’t make out what it is sometimes. I love the way you help others, I love the way you put yourself on the line for innocents, I love the way you don’t let people talk shit about your squad, I love the way you trust me enough to open up about your day, I love the way you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and I really love the way you’re yourself when you’re around me. I love you, Rick Flag, and I am not going to let you talk about wanting to ‘die’ or wanting to be ‘kidnapped’ because if something happened to you, I just know I would not survive.”

Rick doesn’t make a comment on your monologue and a little part of your mind is eating away in denial that he’ll return the feelings. Rick’s lip twitches upward for a second as he looks to the floor, finding his shoes all of the sudden fascinating as he takes in your words. He supposes he’s always known about your feelings, but now with them out in the open, he knows that he feels the same way about you. “What you see in me is what I want to see in myself.”

Your eyes soften as you take a step forward, unlocking your arms as they fall to your side awkwardly, not knowing really what to do with them as a thought pops into your mind. “Then let me show you. Move in with me.”

“What?”

“Move in with me. I have plenty of space at my house. That way you will always be able to come home to a warm, inviting house with a warm meal cooked for you, so that you’re not living off cheap beer and stale pizza. Let me show you just how much I adore you. Let me help you start to believe that about yourself, because Rick, you are so much more than you think. Please let me show you that.”

“I’d take her up on her offer,” the bar tender quips, polishing a glass as the prostitute listens in with eagerness as Rick hangs his head. She does have a point, you could use somebody like her in your life. You could use a companion outside the office.”

“Ok. I’ll move in with you, and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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Author’s Note: Basically just a love letter to our Colonel.

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A Merry Little Quinnmas (1506 words) by peachywolf Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harley Quinn (Comics), Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), Suicide Squad (Comics), Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rick Flag/Harleen Quinzel, Rick Flag & Harleen Quinzel Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Rick Flag, Captain Boomerang, Boomer, Bruce the Hyena (Birds of Prey 2020) Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Everyone Is Alive, Friendship, s

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Aw, this was so cute! 🥹 I just love this!

In my mind, this is how it ends for Rick Flag and that’s that. 😊

Already Married

Rick Flag x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: spoilers for suicide squad except i ignore that one decision the writers made you know the one, violence,

Author’s Note: this ended up being longer than I thought it would be but I was rewatching the movie while I watched it and ugh im such a whore for rick flag so here you go I hope you enjoy :)

Requested: by anon, Hi Dear, first of all I want to say I love your Rick x Reader Oneshot :) I like the idea that the reader and Rick lead Task Force X together. Unfortunately there aren't many of these... But what do you think about the idea that Rick and the Reader are secretly married? I mean they could be officially just be together/dating but keep the marriage a secret because of Waller? This woman is mean and she would definitely use it against the two... And the Squad finds out by accident on Corto Maltese? And again... I'm the anon that just asked about the secret marriage with Rick 😅 But I hadn't any more words. I just wanted to say it would be nice to read your version of this or anything about Rick and the Reader 😊 Looking forward to read more of your Flag. Thanks ;)

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) ('walk please!' 'no no no you gotta go like this. WALLLKKKK')

Your eyes opened slowly to the blaring sound of Rick’s alarm. He had five more alarms set then you did which meant you had to get up and turn them off. You slammed your hand over it and looked up at the dark ceiling.

It was too early for this.

You rubbed your eyes and kicked the blanket off of you. You sat up and slid so you were sitting on the side of the bed as you got yourself together. Today was going to be tough. Painfully tough. You hated working for Waller but hey, at least you were keeping the world safe while you complained.

Rick reached over the side of the bed and grabbed your hand. He groaned, face half in the pillow. You looked back at him and hummed in question. The noise came out of your throat a little rough from sleep.

“Stay. Five more minutes.” You shook your head gently but his eyes weren’t open. You brought his hand to your lips gently.

“We gotta go.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” He groaned even louder and picked up his head. You met eyes sleepily and he let your hand go to sit up. You stood up and stretched. “Don’t forget to leave your ring,” you muttered.

“If I’m gonna die I want to die with my wedding ring on,” he grumbled. The two of you weren’t even officially dating in the eyes of your jobs. You knew that if you were, Waller would use it against you. She could blackmail either of you. You couldn’t let her know you were even friends. So you opted to get married in secret and keep working.

“Yeah well don’t die then.”

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You did a headcount as everyone got on the plane.

“Where’s Harley?” you asked Rick who was standing beside you. Everyone else was mostly strapped in. Even the damn weasel. Rick looked out the plane door.

“She’s coming.”

“Sorry I’m late everybody! I had to go number 2,” she said with that large smile on her face. “Flag.” She gave him a salute. “Y/L/N.” She kissed your cheek. You rolled your eyes.

“Go sit down Harls.”

“Aye aye ma’am.” She popped down on her seat. You looked everyone over and nodded to yourself.

“That’s everyone,” you told Rick.

“Good. Wheels up in five!” he called. You went to find your seat at the front. You couldn’t believe Waller set you up with these people. They all seemed a little more crazy then the usual bunch. You sighed. At least you had Harley.

Rick came and strapped in beside you. You ignored the chatter of everyone else in the plane. You often did.

“This sounds like suicide,” you muttered.

“Well I’d hate for you to find out what this team was originally called,” he joked. You laughed and nudged him. He gazed at you but you forced yourself to look away.

Harley watched quietly as the two of you fought to hide your relationship. She had her inklings. Granted she was the only one who was around the two of you very often so she was allowed to have those inklings. That look on Rick’s face said it all.

Man to have a love like that, she thought.

Then the weasel screeched, breaking her out of her thoughts.

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The trip to Corto Maltese was a rough one and once you arrived it didn’t get much better. Most of the team was massacred and you and Rick were taken by the Maltese Resistance. Harley was taken elsewhere.

You rubbed your shoulder. A woman named Sol Soria had taken you in and helped you out. She gave you food and medical assistance. You stood behind Rick, rubbing his bare shoulder as you double checked his wound they had wrapped up.

“I’m alright,” he promised. You scoffed.

“That was awful Commander Flag. Forgive me for double checking,” you joked. He rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. Sol watched the two of you, having just learned your names and status. She didn’t mind that you were there. She was hoping that it meant she would get extra help to take out Luna.

She broke her eyes away.

“Thank you again,” Rick said to her. She nodded stiffly.

“Of course. My men and I were happy to find you alive.” You leaned against Rick’s back, lost in thought. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the men you had lost. They were criminals and most of them were awful people but they were still people. You just hoped that Harley had made it somewhere safe. It was no secret that she was your favorite of the bunch.

You were running your hand over Ricks tatto sleeve.

“Would you mind if I ask you a question?” she aside. That caught your attention again. You and Rick both nodded.

“Shoot,” Rick said.

“Are you two married?” You choked on your own saliva. Rick laughed awkwardly. You quickly took your hand off his shoulder and smiled stiffly.

“No!” you said.

“No. No, of course not,” he said. She gave you two a look and you breathed out a sigh.

“Congrats. You’re one of the few people who know,” you muttered. She smiled to herself a bit. She knew war far too well. It was nice to see love too.

“Trying to keep it a secret from your superior?” Rick nodded.

“So we would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Word of advice?” You nodded. “Stop acting like a married couple.” You both laughed dryly. You stepped further away from him.

“Noted.”

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Harley grabbed your arm and moved you aside as Bloodsport ran past you. You were setting up bombs on the building, checking to make sure that the damn starfish would get blown up soon. You turned back around.

“Where’s Rick?” you asked, panic in your voice.

“He’s with Peacemaker!” she called, dragging you along. You shook your head, a worried pit in your stomach.

“I’m going to go get him.” Harley turned around to you and Bloodsport stopped completely.

“We don’t have time for you to be sentimental,” he said. You shook Harley’s arm and turned around.

“It’s emotional,” you argued. You handed Harley the rest of your bombs. “I won’t be long. You’re in charge.” She smiled.

“Yes!” She was too distracted to run after you and honestly, she didn’t have the heart anyway. You were worried. She knew the feeling. Bloodsport called after you but he was already running up.

You quickly rushed down the stairs, checking your watch. You had everyone’s tracker there. It was easy to find Rick from it, his little yellow icon flashing in your face. You shoved open the door, seeing Thinker at the edge of a large circular glass window. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Peacemaker, his gun raised to Rick. You stayed very still.

“Listen, it’s nothing personal,” Peacemaker said.

“Holding a gun on me is pretty fucking personal,” Rick said, appraoching him. You quickly hid behind the door so they didn’t know you were there. Rick could probably handle this. Yeah.

He could handle it.

You waited a second, your thoughts louder than their words. But at the sound of a scuffle you turned around.

He couldn’t handle this.

You shoot Peacemaker once in the back and then again. It gave Rick the upper hand to pin him. You rushed over to help him, crushing Peacemaker’s toilet seat of a helmet on his own face. He went limp.

“Peacemaker,” Rick muttered. “What a joke.” You turned to look at him.

“Wasn’t about to let you die without your wedding ring. Or in that shirt,” you joked. “You okay?”

“Just fine,” he said. He held up some sort of card. “I’ve got what Waller tried to hide from us. They were involved in this project from the beginning.” Your face went hard.

“Is this gonna make us lose our jobs Rick?”

“I don’t think I like this job anyway.” He dipped his head and kissed you passionately. You molded into his chest for a moment before forcing yourself to pull away.

“We’ll finish that later. Right now, let’s go save the damn world.”

Ratcatcher 2 watched from the other room eagerly as he held you close to his chest. She smiled brightly, dust in her hair. She got up clumsily, making noise and causing both of you to step away.

“How much of that did you hear?” you called. She shrugged.

“Enough.”

“We would appreciate it if you didn’t-” he started but she shook his head, that ghost of a smile on her face.

“We have to go save the world, remember?”

====

The large starfish fell, thanks to Harley, a spear, and a shit ton of rats. You were happy to see the damn thing go. You brushed your hair out of your face, breathing heavily, your gun still steaming. You turned to Bloodsport who was closest to you and smiled brightly.

Harley came tumbling down, covered in gunk.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess we did it,” Bloodsport said. Harley raised her spear.

“Hell yeah we did!” Harley called. You hopped off the rock you were standing on and Harley ran up to you. She threw her arms around you, laughing. You gagged, pushing her off, though you were laughing too.

“You stink Harls.” You looked around, unable to find Rick in all the rubble and people.

“Oh come on!”

“Harls, you see Rick?”

“Flag? No, not since earlier.” Your breathing started to pick up as you searched with your eyes, turning in circles. You hadn’t had your eyes on him the whole time. You assumed he could handle himself. Bloodsport went up to Ratcatcher, seeing how she and the rats were doing. You turned around, finally seeing Rick come out of the rubble. He wobbled up to you, coughing up some smoke. You ran up to him, throwing your arms around him.

You let out a loud sigh of relief.

You pulled away enough to kiss him harshly. His eyes went wide and then he settled into your lips, holding you around the waist.

Harley cheered.

“Finally! Finally!” she yelled. You pulled away slowly, still a little shaken from having thought you had lost him. You turned around but he kept his hand in yours.

“Shush Harley.”

“We’ve been making bets this whole time when you would make out,” Bloodsport said, walking closer to you.

“And I win,” Ratcatcher said.

“No, I win. I said it would be when we defeated the starfish,” Bloodsport said. Ratcacher shook her head smiling.

“I said they had already done it,” she said. “They’re married.” You gave her a hard look. Harley’s face lit up.

“No!” she said, smiling brightly. She ran up to you. “You got married?!”

“It was supposed to be a secret,” Rick said.

“Well it ain’t anymore!” Harley said. “How long? Was it nice? Why wasn’t I invited? Is it because I was in prison cause that’s no excuse.” You laughed and shook your head.

“It was just us. Trying to hide from Waller.” She nodded.

“Well then that’s a decent excuse. Oh!” She grabbed your hands. “How was the honeymoon?” she whispered.

“Harley, we have to be at the rendezvous point,” Rick said. He started to walk away. “But it was great, for your information.” You rolled your eyes.

“I wanna hear that from the lady.” You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “It was pretty great.” Harley giggled. Her and the rest of the remaining team started to follow Rick away. You caught up with Rick, walking beside him.

“I guess we’re made,” he muttered. You smiled and reached into your pocket. You pulled out your wedding ring which you kept in a very tight zipped up pocket. You handed it to him and took his out of your pocket as well. He laughed heartily. “Why’d you bring these?”

“Had a bad feeling about this one. If you had died back there with Peacemaker I would have put your ring on your finger.”

“And if you had died?”

“You would’ve found it.” You extended your left hand. He met your eyes with a loving gaze. He slipped the band onto your wedding finger. You gestured for his finger and he held it up for you. You put his ring on as well.

Harley ran up behind the two of you.

“Lemmee see the diamond!” You laughed and showed it to her. She awed, smiling. “Awe, I’m so happy I could cry!” She pointed at Rick. “But if you ever hurt her I will gut you from the inside out.” Rick raised an eyebrow.

“Noted.”

You grabbed his hand as you walked to the plane. Harley fell back to talk to the others. He raised your intertwined hands and kissed the back of your palm. You flushed and rolled your eyes.

“Stop it. This is why we couldn’t tell Waller in the first place.”

“We had a good reason. You’re so damn distracting when I’m allowed to kiss you.” You shoved him but just as quickly let him wrap his arms around you as you walked to safety.

[floralcyanide]

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

ed baldwin x gn!reader

Upon hearing bad news, Ed just needs someone there for him.

warnings: spoilers for For All Mankind, child death, minor character death, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/ comfort, cuddling, just friends but also mutually crushing type vibes

word count: 1271

author's note: here's the ed angst I've had bouncing around in my head. I feel it's kind of uneventful, but I had to write this and share it with the world because I love putting characters I love through the wringer for no reason. enjoy!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

You had watched helplessly as Ed destroyed the Soviet camera. It was seated in an open space between rocks and neatly covered up until Ed ripped the boulders off and over his shoulder. There wasn’t much you could do as he took his pickaxe and savagely mangled the camera. 

Earlier, both of you had received a message about Ed’s son from the Soviets with them offering their condolences. You both were confused, and when Ed asked you to clarify, you were no help. No one from Houston had told you anything. Gordo had been acting a little weird, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You suggested maybe the Soviets had been listening to your messages to your families, and there was a mix-up in translation. Either way, Ed was angry that the Soviets would even bother to mess with his head like that. So he took it out on the spy camera, much to your dismay. You hoped the Soviets wouldn’t get angry and try to harm either of you. 

Now, you and Ed were shedding your suits in the chamber before returning to the base. Once you get back inside, you immediately head for the cupboards for something to eat. Even if the food was disgusting, it did its job. You sit at the makeshift kitchen counter as Ed enters the main area. Suddenly, you hear a voice coming from the comms.

“Ed? Are you there? Ed?”

You turn in your seat at the table and watch as Ed cautiously walks to the comms screen. His ex-wife Karen is on the call, appearing very emotional. 

“It’s Shane,” Karen says, her voice cracking as she puts her hand on the screen.

Ed’s face twists into a look of shock and horror, tears brimming his eyes. His seemingly unlikely fear had come to fruition. You freeze in your seat, realizing something did happen to his son, Shane, as the Soviets insinuated. Condolences are only given when someone dies… That’s when it hits you. Ed collapses to his knees, burying his face in his hands. You’re unsure of what to do, still sitting in your seat with your food on the table in front of you. You push it aside as Ed shakily reaches up to turn off the communications. He didn’t want to hear the details of what happened right now.

“Ed?” you call softly, getting up from your sitting position and slowly walking toward him, “Are you alright?”

Ed doesn’t say a word but instead snatches the bottle of alcohol from a nearby table before spinning the top off.

“Oh no, you don’t,” you say, pulling the bottle away from Ed, “That will only make things worse.”

Ed can hardly look at you, tears falling freely down his face. He would never tell you this, but he hates looking weak, especially in front of you. He admires you in many ways, and he hates you having to see him falling apart like this. The chemistry between you was apparent, but those feelings were being shoved aside for now.

Ed walks a few short steps into the main area, where some chairs are splayed out, and he takes a seat on the floor. You sit next to him as he rubs his hands over his face. Ed punches the wall next to him angrily before pounding it again and again. You grab ahold of his wrist, stopping him mid-punch before he can split his knuckles open any further.

“Edward,” you say sternly, looking at him with concern. His eyes slowly meet yours for the first time.

You reach your hands toward Ed’s face, taking it into your grasp before moving in front of him. He lets his head relax into your palms and casts his eyes downward.

“Look at me,” you say softly as your own tears begin to burn in your eyes.

Ed’s eyes travel up to yours.

“There we go. I know this is a horrible situation, but you’re strong, and you’ve got this. You have to stay vigilant.”

“But he’s gone, Y/N,” Ed whispers, “He’s gone, and I’m here, and there’s nothing I can do.”

“You can stay focused and be tough for Shane. That’s all you can do right now, and I’m so sorry,” you frown, sniffing as tears run down your cheeks, “I’m so sorry you’re stuck here. I really am.”

Ed’s eyes squeeze shut as another wave of realization hits him. Sobs wracked his body, and you pulled his head to your chest, stroking his hair comfortingly.

“You’ll be okay. It will take time, but you will be okay again,” you say as you let Ed cry into your shirt.

You shuffle over to the wall, letting your back rest against it as Ed buries his face in your lap, curling up into himself. All you can do is run your hand over his back and through his hair as he pours out his grief. Seeing the man you look up to and have feelings for break down like this was odd, but losing a child is unfathomable. And Ed didn’t have anyone other than Shane after his and Karen’s divorce, except his colleagues, of course. But Ed had no one to run to when everything was falling apart. He especially had no one now except you, literally. Almost a quarter of a million miles away from home with no one else around to ease his pain. At least Ed wasn’t completely alone.

You feel Ed relaxing into your lap, and you figure he’s falling asleep.

“Ed? Let’s get you to your bunk, alright?”

Ed hums in response, except when you expect him to get up, he doesn’t. He turns over, presses his face to your stomach, and wraps his arms around your waist. Butterflies erupt in your belly at the close proximity. You adored Ed, but you didn’t want to take advantage of him right now when he couldn’t think straight. 

“Ed,” you draw out, but he ignores you.

Reluctantly, you move Ed off you and stand up, offering him a hand to pull him up. He takes it and stands up, brushing himself off and avoiding your gaze once again. He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way to the bunks, and you don’t go of his either.

You watch as Ed climbs inside his bunk, and you prepare to climb into your own below his.

“Will you stay?” Ed asks quietly, and you almost don’t hear him.

“I’ll be right below you the whole time, Ed,” you say, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“Please?”

You pause, taking a deep breath. Yes, you’re lonely, but not so much that you’d do something frowned upon. However, a situation like this just doesn’t happen- kids aren’t supposed to die before their parents. Especially when one of their parents is on the Moon. But you’d want someone to comfort you if you lost someone you loved.

You exhale slowly before climbing into Ed’s bunk and lying beside him. He reaches over you to pull the curtain closed. For a moment, the both of you just stare at each other. But you hesitantly reach out your hand to pull Ed to you. He ignores you, pulling you into him instead. You wrap your arms around him as he buries his face into your neck, tears falling onto your skin. The both of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other as Ed cries. You let him tucker himself out before falling asleep yourself. 

You aren’t sure what tomorrow will hold, but you’ll be there for Ed despite it all.

[gordopickett]

WIP Wednesday!

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I'm actually getting to this on a Wednesday for once! 😆

So far I have 29 chapters up on Ao3 of my For All Mankind post-season 2 fix-it fic called And If It's Not Okay... This is an excerpt from chapter 36, wherein Gordo & Ed have made plans to hang out one evening, but Ed doesn't show.

Gordo arrived at the Shamrock ten minutes before seven. He walked through the warm, inviting lobby with its muted green floor and walls of mahogany paneling and travertine. He found the Pine Grill where he was supposed to meet Ed, and he slid into a booth. A waitress came over immediately and took his drink order – a club soda. Gordo hadn’t cut out alcohol from his life entirely. But he had cut back significantly, ever since he had gotten serious about his training for Jamestown 91. He was sure that that – along with getting back into a workout routine – was what had helped him lose so much weight before his launch. He hadn’t been particularly set on losing weight, per se, but he had wanted to get back in shape. He always felt better when he kept his body strong and moving. The weight loss had just been a byproduct of that. But ever since his return from Jamestown, Gordo hadn’t felt strong. His injuries had kept him immobile for days and then fairly sedentary for nearly three weeks. Now that he had been cleared by the NASA flight surgeon to start exercising again, he looked forward to getting back to it. He knew he would have to start out slowly, however. He had lost a few more pounds and a lot of muscle mass over the past three weeks, and he felt much weaker than he was used to. Getting back in shape would be a process, but Gordo was up for the challenge. And he didn’t have a launch deadline to meet, so he knew he could do it at a slow, healthy pace. Gordo sipped his club soda, waiting for Ed to arrive. He checked his watch again, noting that it was now ten minutes past seven. He wondered why Ed was late. It wasn’t like he had to drive across town. He was staying right upstairs in the hotel. Gordo waited a few more minutes. He was beginning to wonder if Ed had forgotten about their plan when the bartender shouted, “Gordo Stevens?” Gordo looked over. “Yeah?” The bartender looked at him, lifting up the phone receiver he held in his hand. “You’ve got a phone call.” Gordo furrowed his brow curiously and got to his feet. He walked over to the bar, and the bartender handed him the phone. He held it to his ear. “This is Gordo Stevens.” “Mr. Stevens?” a female voice said timidly in his ear. He didn’t immediately recognize it. “Yes?” “This is Kelly,” she said. “Baldwin. I, uh, tried calling your house, but Jimmy said you were at the Pine Grill.” “Yeah. I’m supposed to be meeting your dad here. Is everything okay?” “I didn’t know who else to call.” “What’s going on?” “I don’t know. Something’s wrong. We’re up in our room. Dad’s been drinking, and he’s just—He seems really upset.” She paused. “I’m worried about him.” “What’s the room number?” Gordo asked. When she told him, he said, “I’ll be right up.”

I wanted this scene to be a sort of parallel to Karen calling Ed to come get Gordo at The Outpost in episode 2x02. But instead of Ed helping Gordo when he's drunk & spiraling, this time it's Gordo helping Ed who's going through something similar.

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[destinedtobeloved]

They are forever intertwined together, and Sarah is a fading ball of light, and Takeshi will always be a ways away, chasing the warmth as it goes.

But it doesn’t matter what is to come, because right now they are together.

Sarah and Takeshi are looking into each others eyes and nothing is perfect, but the way he moves her dark hair from her face just so he can touch her is perfect enough.

Just minutes later, Sarah will be dead and so will Takeshi, and a lifetime of pain will soon follow without the two of them staying close in orbit, but for now, they are together, and they will not think about their deaths sitting just up around the bend.

But Takeshi will be unthawed in the coming years, and he will wake with a familiar ache in his chest. He will awake in a bed that is not his and will reach across blindly, still reeling from his nightmare, clawing for the woman he had lost.

He will distract himself with other things, but the memory of her falling back with a magazine of rapid fire bullets shot into her skin, still trying to cover herself so Takeshi wouldn’t see the mess she had been torn into will stay, and everytime he handles a gun he will think of how she had once labeled them with colors and how they innocently stay on the table on their last night alive. Last night alive together.

And so the memory of her fades, and so he will fade with it, no longer being able to remember the warmth of her skin laying next to him as if it was what they were both made to do.

And maybe her stack will wash up on a beach somehwere.

Sarah will grow and flourish into the person she should have been able to be, maybe, 300 years ago, but Takeshi will stay the same. He will awake from nightmares in the night, and his head will hurt from battles stories from years ago that he will never explain in full.

He will always be a step behind and a step ahead of her, always just one movement away from being in sync, but not quite.

He will mourn for their lost time, and will hate the meth that had deemed him free- forced into what seems to be a separate and even longer lifetime of violence and pain that is his and his only.

He won’t cry, but he will crumble, and Sarah will watch, still left in the dark in her missing years, never hearing but always understanding the past he had suffered.

She will hold him tighter and kiss him longer, and she prays that it will be enough.

Regardless, she is always one step ahead and one step behind, one movement away from being in sync, but not quite.

[princessmisery666]

@deanwinchesterswitch mentioned the Diet Coke ads in a chat and it reminded me of this fic 🥰🤤

Breaking Point

Summary: Rick Flag is uptight and it’s abundantly clear he hates you. But loose lips, a mission gone awry and Rick having to save you leads to unexpected confessions that have consequences the morning after.

Warnings: mainly fluff, language, drink spiking, tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers, bold/flirty reader.

W/C: 4.5k

Characters: Rick Flag, you (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)

Pairing: Rick Flag x You.

Bingos: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @rickflagbingo Squares Filled:

Fluff - only one bed // “I dare you to kiss me.”

Rick Flag - Mechanic!Rick // “Good to know.”

Notes: Lyrics from Etta James - Breaking Point (I Just Wanna Make Love To You.) For the young'uns I've linked the ad below 😋.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki - love ya babes // and @lacontroller1991 was kind enough to read through to give some feedback.

Graphics: pic found on google, title card and dividers made by me.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // Rick Flag

The late afternoon Georgia sun blares down on the black asphalt, causing heat waves on the desolate back road with no sign of any other people as far as the eye can see. Of course that’s where your government issued SUV had broken down. You’d tried to convince Rick to take your flat top, but no he followed the rules, as usual.

But now here you were, smoke billowing out of the exhaust, even after the engine had been shut off and Rick bent over the hood attempting to fix it.

It was like a damn Diet Coke commercial. Sweat made his skin glisten, grease smeared his cheek and every time he swallowed a mouthful of water you’d watch a bead of sweat trickle down his throat into his shirt. The white t-shirt he wore was soaked through, it clung to him in all the right places and the sweat made it practically transparent. You wished he’d just take it off already, but he wouldn’t, because Rick Flag is wound too tight.

For as long as you’ve worked together he’s always been uptight. Never broke any rules, never deviated from the plan unless absolutely necessary and even then he grumbles about it all the fucking while. So when the black SUV broke down a hundred miles from your destination, you knew you’d never hear the end of it.

He straightens and puts his hands on his hips, lips pursed while he glares at the uncooperative vehicle as if his scowl will jump start it to life once again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. He tilts his head back, and the sun shines down on him making the beads of sweat look like tiny diamonds are dancing on his skin, he brings the water bottle to his lips and the song from the commercial starts playing in your head.

I don't want you to be no slave

I don't want you to work all day

But I want you to be true

And I just wanna make…

“Hey, Colonel Y/L/N,” he calls out, interrupting your perfectly good fantasy.

You’d lost interest in helping a while ago and wandered into the line of trees to find some shade and a better angle to ogle your colleague. He lifts the hem of his t-shirt and bends to wipe his brow, giving you the quickest glimpse of his abs.

“Are you not an engineer?” Rick asks as if reminding you.

You were indeed the engineer, but you knew, even if you found what the problem was, you’d never get the hybrid vehicle working without the specific computer programme you didn't have with you.

“That’s what they pay me for,” you smile.

“So why am I the one sweating my ass off in the Georgia heat trying to get us back on the road?”

“‘Cause,” you say, strolling toward him, “you’d have made one fine ass mechanic in another lifetime,” you wink. “And I like to see you sweat.”

“Don’t make me write you up for inappropriate conduct,” he warns, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.

You roll your eyes. “Jesus you’re extra uptight today!”

“Ah fuck off,” he groans, throwing the rag onto the engine, “we’re screwed and you know it! We’re a hundred miles away from where we need to be and Waller is gonna have my ass ‘cause of it.”

“She understands cars break down, Rick,” you say, “if anything she’ll blame the tech guys for not running a full diagnostic check before they gave us the keys.”

He nods, but his annoyance is evident. “Answer for everything, right?”

You shrug, “pretty much.”

He smirks, fully knowing his remark will get under your skin, “except that time in Quebec.”

It has the desired effect and you want to slap him for bringing it up but that’s what he wants. A reaction. So you give him your own sardonic smirk. “It worked out in the end.”

“I forgot, you're laid back, don’t give a crap, go with the flow, Y/N.” It's not a compliment, it's a sarcastic assessment of your attitude.

“Better than being the highly strung teacher's pet.”

It’s not the first time you’ve had this particular fight and it always ends with Rick giving you the silent treatment, which is fine cause it means you won’t have to listen to him grumble about the plan going awry.

“It’s too hot for this shit!” you say and walk to the trunk.

“Where’re you going?” he asks, watching you grab your bag and head off in the direction you’d come from.

“We passed a town about five miles back,” you call over your shoulder. “I’m going to find a motel.”

“We need to wait here for evac.”

“Seriously, Flag?” you ask, spinning to face him. “We’re on a recon mission, the idea is to be stealthy, stay under the radar. The guys that are already there will have to do a double shift cause I’m not walking a hundred miles to get there, and it’s not like Waller can fly a chopper in and drop us off. I’m sure there’s a garage or a car rental place, we can get going again at first light tomorrow.”

He ponders for a moment and you can see he doesn’t want to agree with the plan, simply because you thought of it. But you don’t wait for him to agree, he doesn’t have to, you’re going whether he follows or not. He can explain to Waller why the team split up.

You're maybe fifty feet from the car by the time he jogs to your side, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh-five-hundred start,” he demands, lips set in a straight line.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you salute unnecessary, he doesn’t out rank you. In fact you have more field hours logged than him, a fact you like to rub in whenever the opportunity arises and you always make sure it does.

The motel isn’t exactly the Ritz but you haven’t seen any rodents or cockroaches so it could be worse, you guess. The clerk, obviously reading Rick’s hostile body language, explained, “there’s a cowboy convention over in the next town, so we only have one room left with one bed.”

You’d flashed Rick a look over your shoulder and he looked hella pissed, “you can always go sleep in the car,” you suggested.

“Whatever,” he said and left the office. You handed your card over to the clerk and offered an apologetic smile.

“I’ll flip you for it,” you said to Rick as soon as you entered the room.

“You can take the bed, if I can have the first shower,” he’d countered. It was more than fair trade so you’d agreed. But regimented as he is, he was in and done within ten minutes.

The water was hot and the pressure was adequate so you feel surprisingly refreshed after your walk back into town.

Rick’s at the small kitchen table when you exit the bathroom after your indulgent - longer than ten minutes - shower. He looks up at you but doesn’t comment on the tight jeans and simple white t-shirt you’re wearing.

Finally, the Diet Coke commercial fantasy is complete and you thank the Georgia heat for being unbearable enough that he’s not wearing a shirt. But as relaxed as he looks, shirtless and sockless feet kicked up on the table, he’s still in work mode studying surveillance photos. You shake your head but bite your tongue about reporting him for inappropriate attire while on a mission.

You go back and forth from the bathroom, repacking your stuff so you can sleep in as late as possible and not have to worry about packing in the morning when you feel his eyes stalking your back and forth.

It’s not until you’ve put your boots on and slip into your favorite leather jacket he finally asks, “where’re you going?”

“The bar across the street,” you tell him, putting some cash and your card in your back pocket.

“We’re working.”

“Our job was to watch the Michaelson’s house,” you spread your arms wide and spin in a full circle, “I don’t know if you noticed, but this isn’t the Michaelson’s house! So I'm taking a few hours off and going to get a drink. I’m buying if you’re brave enough to join me.”

He chews the inside of his cheek, and for half a second you think you may have goaded him into joining you but he shakes his head, “I’m good.” and he goes back to studying.

“Don’t you ever let loose, Flag?”

He sighs, frustration and a hint of disbelief you’d even ask the question. “Yeah, of course I do, when I’m back home with my buddies.”

“And when do you ever take time off to go home?”

Rick holds your gaze for the longest moment, doing the mental math of the last time he was home. He looks down at his lap and you pity him. “It’s been a while.”

You know why it’s been a while. He broke up with June. Rumours flew around headquarters around about the same time his demeanour changed and it solidified the gossip. After that, he kept himself occupied with work, taking mission after mission without a break. It’s that thought that makes you realize you don’t want to be that person. All about the job.

“Y’know what,” you say, “you can take the bed.” He looks up at you confused and you continue with a wink, “I’ll find someone else to bunk with.”

“Y/N, we’re on a mission.”

“Don’t worry, Flagster, I’ll be sure to sneak out and be back by five.”

He grits his teeth at the use of the nickname he hates and you take that victory with you as you head for the door.

“Y/N, that’s a dumb move,” he warns, “what happened to being under the radar?”

“I can be under the radar and under someone at the same time,” you wink over your shoulder, “I’m talented like that.”

“Y/N,” he calls.

“Either come with me and keep me out of trouble or rat me out to Waller, those are your choices.”

“You’re really fucking annoying, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, “and you’re really fucking boring. Don’t wait up, Dad.” And with that you breeze out the door.

Forty minutes later Rick walks into the bar, grumbling to himself about it being a bad idea. He spots you immediately, front and centre in the five rows of line dancers doing a simple square dance to a catchy country pop song. You’re wearing a brown leather looking stetson and he wonders which cowboy you’ve chatted up to get it.

He ignores the jolt of jealousy the thought invokes and finds a seat at the end of the bar.

“Club soda,” he tells the barman and settles in for a long night. He knows you’re not going to leave until you’ve had your fun, but he’s not going to let you have enough to be hung over tomorrow. And yes, okay, he wants to make sure you don’t go home with someone else. He tells himself it's for the good of the mission, he’s doing his duty by having his partners back but it’s a lie. After you left the motel room, the idea of you screwing someone buzzed around his head like a swarm of bees and the sting of envy grew too much to ignore.

He’s disappointed but isn’t surprised you don’t notice his presence right away. You're too busy having a good time, dancing and singing and you think he’s boring. So why would you even bother scanning the room for him when you never expect him to show up?

A woman you’ve befriended hands you a shot of something; tequila from what he can gather in the poor lighting and you shoot it back without a second thought. Your face scrunches when the bitter taste hits and you shake your head, tongue sticking out once you’ve swallowed.

Rick can’t help but laugh at the gesture and while he continues to chuckle, your new friend leans closer to whisper something in your ear.

Suddenly your gaze finds him and he raises his glass to you with a small nod of his head. You do a little excited skip and your face breaks into a smile before you rush toward him and his stomach flips that you seem genuinely pleased to see him.

He laughs watching you navigate the tables and people, a little unsteady on your feet and he questions how much you’ve had to drink in the forty minutes before he arrived.

You wrap your arms around his neck and smosh his face against your chest as soon as you reach him. “Yay, Rick is here,” you sing.

He laughs and manages to free himself from your too tight grip but it confirms his suspicion that you’ve definitely had your fill of booze and it’s time to rain on your parade. Then he sees the adorable goofy smile you have for him and it gives him pause. You’ve never looked at him like this before. It’s rare you even genuinely smile in his direction let alone look at him as if he’s just hung the moon.

“Y/N,” he says and watches as you sway unsteadily. He cups your face and dips to look directly into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide, barely any color left and now he understands the dopey smile. “Fuck, have you taken something?” Even as he asks he knows the answer, you’re carefree and don’t give a shit but you’re not stupid. Before you can answer he continues, “who brought you the drinks?”

He scans the room to see if anyone is watching and he notices a hatless cowboy averting his attention elsewhere when Rick catches his eye.

“Motherfucker,” he spits. He throws some cash on the bar, and knocks the dumb fucking hat off your head before wrapping an arm around your waist. “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

You don’t put up a fight as he marches, part carries you back to the motel and he realizes it's the first time you’ve never fought him on something. You're always clashing over seemingly trivial stuff and he admits it's mostly down to him, but it’s easier that way.

“You awake, Y/N?” he asks as you stumble up the curb outside the room.

You mumble something incoherent and he scoops you up, bridal style for the last twenty feet or so.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder. “Woo, where’d the floor go?” you ask in a sleepy whisper.

He laughs. It’s not funny that some asshole spiked you but the danger has passed. He’s got you and he just needs to keep an eye on you while you sober up.

“You have a nice laugh, Flag. It’s all floaty and sweet.”

“Oh someone’s floating, alright, but it ain’t me,” he says, managing to wrestle the door open without putting you down. He places you gently on the bed and kneels in front of you, checking your eyes again. The fresh air has knocked some sense back into you, your pupils aren’t as big as they were.

“You have really pretty,” you stare into his eyes and it seems the word evades you so you wave a hand around their general area.

He catches your hand and offers a suggestion, “eyes?”

You snap your fingers and smile, “eyes! You have really pretty eyes.”

“Good to know,” he smirks. Whatever they used to spike your drink has given you loose lips and Rick can’t say he minds this version of you.

“Well you have really pretty everything, eyes, nose, arms, abs.”

“Please stop talking,” he begs but his cheeks are tainted pink.

“Okay, well that’s wrong, not everything cause I haven't seen everything cause you won’t let me, but my imagination is pretty good, and oh boy have I imagined it.”

“Y/N,” he cautions and quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, “you gotta stop.” You mumble something he doesn’t quite catch and reluctantly he releases you.

“I’ve imagined that too, you gagging me…”

“Y/N!” he shouts and stands up. You stare up at him like a little lost puppy he just kicked and he hates that he gave you the expression, but he really can’t take your flirting anymore. “Stop it, seriously!”

He waits a beat to make sure you’re not going to fall then goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

“Why’d you hate me Rick?”

He doesn’t acknowledge he heard you, instead unscrews the lid, picks up your hand and pushes the bottle into it to make sure you have a good grip. “I need you to drink this,” he says.

You shake your head softly. “But it’s so much hotter when you do it.”

He feels his brow crease and you seem to have enough sense left to understand he’s confused.

“Earlier today, when you were fixin’ the car,” you elaborate, “or at least trying to fix the car.” he rolls his eyes, even under the influence of god knows what you can’t help but tease him. “You were all sweaty and had grease stains on your face and every time you swallowed…” your gaze filters down to his throat and he watches you swallow and bite your lip before you seem to remember you had been talking. “I was jealous of every drop of sweat that got to touch your skin and I so desperately wanted to lick…”

Your hand reaches out and your fingers follow the same trail down his neck to the collar of his t-shirt but before you can go any further he catches your hand and holds it still.

“Stop,” he demands.

“You really do hate me, don’t you?” you decide.

He shakes his head, very slowly to make sure the message registers and pronounces each syllable perfectly. “I don’t hate you.”

“Really?” you ask, brow raised high, “cause you’re always on my ass, arguing with me, undermining me, and don’t think I don’t know you asked Waller to replace me on this mission. You didn’t want me here.”

“That's true,” he nods in agreement and he feels guilty that you know that detail, “but it’s not ‘cause I hate you.”

“Then what is it?”

He sighs. “I’m not doing this, can you just trust that I don’t hate you?”

“Nope,” you pop the p, shaking your head and pouting like a toddler. “You hate me, I know it. I can feel it in my bones, and other places but that’s inappropriate conduct,” you sneer in a terrible rendition of his voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t the time or place and even if it were, what does it matter? You're so high, you probably won’t remember.”

“Then this is the puuuuurfect time and place,” you sneer, “cause if I don't remember you can go back to hating me.”

“Fine,” he growls. He hates that you're so stubborn and won’t let it go but as much as he hates to admit it, your logic is spot on. If you won’t remember tomorrow what difference does it make if he tells you? “I’ll tell you but I need you to lay down for me.”

You eye him suspiciously but concede because you really do feel sleepy. “I’m not letting you get away with this Flag.”

“I know,” he nods and unzips your boot, “I promise as soon as your head hits that pillow, I’ll explain everything.”

You slowly lower yourself to lay flat, “Okay, I’m down. Go.”

He chuckles but unzips your other boot and pulls it off. “I don’t hate you, it’s the opposite of hate actually. I like you, more than I should. But I’ve been down that road, office romances don’t work,” he says, gently tugging the sheets from under you. “But you flirt with me so much it’s getting harder to resist. That’s why I asked Waller to put someone else with me for this mission.” He readjusts your legs so they're tucked under the covers. “I didn’t want to be stuck in a small room with you for forty-eight hours with no one to distract me. So no, Y/N, I don’t hate you,” he admits, smoothing a hand down your cheek. “But I’m trying my damn hardest too.”

“That’s dumb,” you say, “you like me so you make out like you don’t cause you’re trying to hate me.”

“Exactly,” he laughs and shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t say it makes sense. I’m just trying to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself from what?”

He drops to a seat on the edge of the bed beside you and gives a pitiful smile. “Heartbreak, I guess.”

“I’m not June,” you say and he’s not so sure he likes your loose lips anymore. “It’s not fair of you to tar me with the same brush just cause she broke your heart.”

“I know,” he sighs but doesn’t say anymore. Your eyes droop closed and finally he thinks you’re going to fall asleep and that this will just be a hazy memory tomorrow that hopefully you won’t be brave enough to mention.

“So in conclusion,” you start, voice riddled with the tiredness that you're fighting, “you don’t hate me?”

“I do not hate you.”

“Prove it.” You ponder for a moment, your drug-addled brain trying to think of a logical way he can prove himself. Then it’s like a light pings on and you open your eyes to challenge him. “I dare you to kiss me.”

He stares at you for the longest time, and he hates that he contemplates doing it. It wouldn’t be right. Not in the state you’re in. He knows it’s not what you meant, but he leans in and kisses your cheek. “I’ll kiss you tomorrow, I promise,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, “if you still want me to.”

You sigh heavily through your nose, “so boring, Flagster.” but your eyes are already slipping closed and you shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asks, ignoring the nickname he hates.

“Yeah, cold,” you say softly. “Keep me warm.”

That’s something he can do, so he walks around the bed to get under the covers on the other side and drags you back to rest against his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he can.

You can tell from the light seeping in at the edges of the curtains that it’s way past five when you wake up. But Rick’s arm is draped over your stomach and you can feel the rhythm of his steady breathing against your back. Why did he let you sleep in? There’s no way in hell Rick Flag forgot to set an alarm so why do the red digits on the clock on the nightstand read a little after seven thirty?

As gently as you can you turn over onto your back and Rick’s slumber is picturesque. It's the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him and it's an image you want to hold onto for as long as possible. His lips are slightly parted, no wrinkles of a furrowed brow mar his features or crinkle his eyes at the corners and it takes all of your willpower not to reach out and stroke a hand down his cheek just to make sure he’s real.

You're curious to know why he’s in the bed with you, not that you mind, but answers can wait. You can’t resist smoothing your hand down his arm that’s still over your stomach, but when your fingertips reach his knuckles you feel the broken skin and he stirs at the sting your touch must produce.

His eyes flutter open and god damn he’s pretty. No man has any right being that pretty and the song plays in your head again.

I don't want you to be no slave.

That’s a lie, you’d happily let Rick be your slave.

“Morning,” he mumbles and his slight smile seems hesitant.

“Morning to you,” you say. “Why are we still in bed?”

He shrugs one shoulder, “I told Waller you had food poisoning and that she’d have to send someone else to cover us. Figured you could use the sleep.”

He’s covered your asses with Waller and he’s not pissed about it. Curious. The dots still haven’t quite connected so you lift his hand to look at the injury. Bruised knuckles and broken skin, he’s clearly been in a fight. “What happened?”

“I had a bit of unfinished business with a cowboy.”

Cowboy. The name ignites a flurry of memories that flash through your mind like a lightning storm and everything makes sense now.

Rick must have left after you’d fallen asleep, you recall hearing a door close but it’s fuzzy, the memory feeling like a dream. However, it clearly wasn’t, Rick left to track down the cowboy and beat some manners into him.

“Flag, you could get in serious trouble for that.”

“I know,” he sighs as if he doesn’t care, “but he deserved it.”

You nod. The asshole one hundred percent deserved it and you dread to think what would have happened if Rick hadn’t shown up. You lift his hand to your lips and kiss each bruise and cut. He hisses at the worst one on his middle knuckle and you blow gently on it to dull the sting.

“So,” you say after a quiet moment. Keeping your focus on his hand you point out, “it’s morning.”

“So it is,” he agrees.

You turn your head enough to look at him. “You made me a promise.”

The air gets sucked from the room and all you can hear is the hammering of your own heart against your chest. Rick studies your face, perhaps wondering how much you truly remember or if you're still under the influence. The longer the silence prevails and Rick contemplates whatever it is he’s thinking, panic sets in that he’s going to brush it all off and tell you to forget everything he said. You can’t and you won’t.

“Ask me again,” he says so softly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t seen his lips move.

Relief floods you, it’s not that he doesn’t want it, he wants consent. He needs to know you really want it and it wasn’t some drug induced blunder. So you repeat your same words from the night before, “I dare you to kiss me.”

He props himself up on his elbow and he’s still hesitant as he leans over you. He presses his lips to yours softly and you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip. He lets out a throaty moan when your tongues meet and his hesitation disappears. Rick pulls your body beneath him and he swirls his hips so you can feel how aroused he is.

He breaks the kiss way sooner than you’d have liked but he’s smirking down at you, “does this prove I don’t hate you?”

You hum and copy his teasing smirk, “maybe, but keep going just so I can be sure.”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs and dips to kiss you again.

Dabbling in DC: @xoxabs88xox / @petitgateau911

Risking it all for Rick Flag: @cockslut-padalecki

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[floralcyanide]

𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 - 𝐸𝑑 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑤𝑖𝑛

❈ Summary: When a girl wakes up in 1970 and realizes she is no longer in 2023, she realizes she has to now live life as Cheryl “Cherry” Stevens. With the help of her now sister Tracy, her brother-in-law Gordo, and best friend Ed Baldwin, she learns how to live life as Cherry. If she can’t adapt, everything Cherry worked for will be for nothing. And the girl doesn’t want to give up the chance of seeing the Moon if she has the chance. Will she convince everyone she's who she says she is? Will she realize how she truly feels about someone close to her? Or will it be too late?

❈ Pairing: Ed Baldwin x OFC

❈ Warnings: eventual smut, angst, mentions of an accident, descriptions of injury, accidental time travel/ reincarnation, depression, period-typical sexism (will add more tags as I write more)

❈ Chapters:

prologue

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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Altered Carbon:

I fucking love the story... pretty sure I came across it from some sort of fanfic or breakdown, right around the time the show came out.

I was obsessed! (it's still one of the main inspirations for my works) ;;; when the show came out, I was hooked... it was REALLY well done! .... then the second season came out.

Sorry, Anthony Mackie --- you do good work, all-in-all!! ...buuuut a moldy sponge would have been a more convincing Takeshi Kovacs & it bugs the absolute fuck out of me to even passively digest anything past S01E10

I could populate an entire side-blog with memes from just his delivery/acting... the bit wouldn't die until I ran out of frames.

AND THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS! There was an entire group of people that were like "this is a great idea!" jerked themselves off, came into a chalice, passed it around, and each one was like "man this smoothie is great! not salty at all! we should sell it" then did.

Joel Kinnaman: no notes, you were fantastic! Even down to the hair flips and saying overly dramatic lines with a stone-cold seriousness.

(AGAIN, MACKIE : make your face do the thing where... uh, what's it called... you know how you're not supposed to laugh at --- OH YEAH, FUCKING ACTING!)