#joel kinnaman fanfic

[floralcyanide]

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. 

[auroracalisto]

day #6: hanging christmas lights

rick flag x gn!reader, 426 words tw: reader is basically a stay-at-home spouse for our lovely colonel. you'll see why. but if you don't like that, don't read. <3 sexual innuendo like... twice? if you consider it that.

There was something so domestic about hanging Christmas lights that made Colonel Rick Flag a bit giddy inside, like a kid opening his gifts on Christmas morning. There was also a part of him, deep inside, that made his skin crawl.

Rick Flag wasn't domestic—that phrase in itself was foreign to him, clawing its way out of his throat if he even thought of saying the word. It wasn't normal. None of this was.

At least, it wasn't normal for him.

For you, however, it was like you were meant for the domestic life.

That pretty ring on your finger, the sheer excitement you had for all things home. It was as if the Universe granted him one gift, and one gift only.

You.

He stood on the ladder right outside your home, looking down as you came out with the extra lightbulbs he had asked for. He smiled when he saw you and climbed down, leaning forward and pressing a chilled kiss to your lips.

"Oh, god, Rick!" you exclaimed. "Take a break. You're freezing!"

"I'm fine," he said, smiling at you. "Nothin' I ain't used to, sweetheart."

"I don't care if you're used to the cold. You're not gonna freeze your balls off out here just because of some Christmas lights. Come on," you said, sitting the extra bulbs on the edge of the ladder. You took ahold of his hands. "Come back inside. I'll get you nice and warmed up, yeah?"

He raised a suggestive eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Really?"

You scoffed and slapped his bicep. "No! I'll make you something warm. Get you the heated blanket."

"Awe," he said, a playful smile on his lips as he feigned his disappointment. "Maybe later?"

"Maybe later, Rick," you said. "I'm still putting up the Christmas tree lights."

"You haven't even started with the ornaments?" he asked, brows furrowed.

You gave a terse smile. "Lights were all tangled up, you know?"

"Jesus Christ, why didn't you ask for help?"

"You were busy," you said.

He rolled his eyes and placed a hand on your hip, letting you guide him back to the warmth of your shared home. He pressed another kiss to your lips in passing as he went to the kitchen, grabbing a cold beer from the fridge.

"I'll help you, Y/n," he said. "Just give me a second to cool off, yeah?"

"What? I thought—" you paused, and felt the embarrassment crawl up your spine.

He was a cheeky son of a bitch when he wanted to be.

[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 ♡

[tigrashaart]

Auror Malfoy… or Takeshi Kovacs 🤔

[violetmuses]

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. 

[gordopickett]

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. 😊💙💙

[destinedtobeloved]

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.

[quinnflagfans]

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

[justreblogginfics]

I honestly love this trope for Rick Flag and you wrote it so amazingly!

“Ridiculously handsome” is exactly how I currently describe him because he really is ridiculously handsome ☺️😆

Different

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?

Genre: PG-13, Colleagues/Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers (wow so many tropes in one haha) Christmas theme (again)

A/N: Big thanks to @the-slumberparty for letting me not forget my writing roots in times of writer’s slump/block! 2nd piece for sleepover event to hopefully end the year right. Enjoy and please reblog/comment!❤️

Prompt: “I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

***

“Motherfu-”

You yell in pain as the infirmary doctor at Belle Reve patches up your injuries. “Sorry, I wasn’t-”

The doctor waves away your apology nonchalantly. He brushes a strand of grey hair off his face before applying more iodine to the angry looking flesh on your knee. Hats off to him, he does quick and efficient work. The doctor sends you on your way with a month’s worth of painkillers and advice to rest.

“Thanks doc, but I don’t think that’s in Waller’s dictionary. At least not for us.”

He doesn’t refute your statement and simply prepares to see his next patient. Bag of medicine in hand, you limp to the office as quickly as you can. You want to get out of the penitentiary and lay in the comfort of your own bed.

You acknowledge Emilia and John who congratulate you on another successful mission. Even Amanda Waller, who you had to submit your report to despite being on the brink of death gives a subtle nod to the quick thinking that you displayed on the field. But knowing her, she probably was just happy that she could continue using her soldiers.

Including the ridiculously handsome Colonel who had marched into the shared office space, not sparing you a glance. He shoves his belongings into his bag and he is gone as quickly as he came.

You frown. You have no idea what’s his problem. Ever since your first day, it felt as if like he’s had it out for you. And the best part? For no good reason. He was civil with everyone. Everyone but you. He was downright rude and a jerk.

Emilia gives you an empathetic smile. The two of you leaned on each other, being one of the few females in an environment that wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. She comforted you after Rick blew your head off for almost ruining the mission when all you did was to rescue two innocent children in the crossfire.

“Cheer up! At least it’ll be Christmas soon. Things will be different.” She says. “Any plans?”

You shake your head. “Not that I can think of. I’m just lucky that I survived this mission.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and bid them goodbye. Emilia was right, at least it was that time of the year. Maybe things will be different.

***

It looks like the doctor had clearly outdone himself. Your injuries were healing nicely and you could even step outside your house for a jog. Dressed in your running gear, you leave your apartment and step into the pleasantly cold weather.

Making your way round the block, you arrive back at your apartment. You think about what you wanted to do next with the treasured free time that you have. Perhaps you’ll order in from that Korean restaurant, pull out a Disney movie and be a couch potato for the rest of the day.

Yeah, that sounded excellent.

Deep in thought about what you should pick from the menu, you don’t notice that one of the stitches from your more severe wounds snap, causing a patch of red to blossom at the side of your stomach. The lift dings, signaling that this is your floor. Thank god no one saw you. They knew who you were but most of your neighbors were under the impression that you were an outdoor educator.

Clutching the side of your stomach, you willed yourself to take the steps forward needed to get to your door. Easy does it, you think. Unfortunately, your vision starts to spot and the floor starts to shake. This unnerves your usually calm demeanor as your breathing quickens. As if it was an eternity, you reach the door. All you needed to do was to get the keys, unlock the door and-

And…

***

You blink, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. To be exact, your sofa.

How did you get inside? You can’t remember anything after the jog.

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice can be heard and a flop of messy blonde hair comes into vision. You don’t know how Rick Flag got into your house, let alone knew that you lived here.

“Rick?”

“Yeah, it’s me darlin.”

The name somehow wakes you up and you attempt to sit upright only for Rick to gently push you back down. “I just did your stitches for you. You don’t want to burst them again.” He tells you and your cheeks heat up. Rick did your stitches, which means he saw you- Stop it!

“How did you know where I lived? How did you even know I was coming back home?” You focus your attention on the important moments. “Are you stalking me? I could sue you for workplace harassment.”

Rick lets out a deep chuckle that has butterflies bursting in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, you do that. Though I don’t think there’s any issue with me coming to this building seeing as it’s my home too.”

You let yourself process this. “Wait… you’re the neighbor from five-oh-two?” You wanted to mentally slap yourself in the face. No wonder Mrs Jenkins told you that neighbor five-oh-two was supposedly a private contractor. That he had weird, odd hours. That apparently you should have met him since you and him leave around the same time in the morning for work.

Rick smiles. “That’s me.”

You almost let your defenses down until you realized that it’s been eight months since you moved in here and you’ve met everyone on your level except one. Until now.

This reaffirms the fact that Rick Flag hates you for no good reason and has wants nothing to do with you outside work. Even if he is your neighbor. Fine. Two people can play that game.

“Thanks for fixing me up. I’m not sure why the stitch burst open but I’ll let Doctor Shaw know when I get back to work.”

Rick catches on to your sudden frostiness. His expression softens for a moment before it is replaced by the brooding look that you have grown so accustomed to. “Sure. Uh… have a good Christmas.”

That was oddly civil.

You nod stiffly, closing the door as he steps out your house.

You really need a glass of water.

***

Christmas. The time of jolly good cheer.

You walk down the shops that are adorned with bright lights and Christmas decorations, mood improving significantly.

Okay, the steak that you had for dinner also played a part in the great day that you had. You also decided to treat yourself, purchasing a lovely sweater. Bag in hand, you continue down the pavement. If only every day could be like this. Not throwing yourself into life or death situations, not having criminals as your field members, not having to deal with a tyrannical boss at work and most importantly…

Not having to see Rick Flag twenty-four seven.

Even if he may be disarmingly handsome and everything that you wanted.

A loud honk and bright flights come flashing at you and instead of ducking for cover, you stand there like a deer in headlights, as if waiting for the truck to hit you.

A hand reaches out and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to safety where pedestrians continue on their way. You find yourself staring into the sea foam eyes of the Colonel who does not look pleased one bit. In fact, he looks positively seething with rage. Rage that was about to be directed at you.

“What were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He grips you by the shoulder tightly and you would have swatted his hands away if you weren’t still recovering from the shock of it all. “Are you injured anywhere? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

You shake your head slowly and Rick sighs with relief. Apparently, he only just realizes what he is doing and removes his hands as if like he had touched something that he shouldn’t have. This annoys you and is also enough to tip you over the edge.

“What’s your problem?”

Rick’s brows furrow in confusion before his face twists in disgust. “Is this how you thank someone for saving you from almost being hit by a one ton truck?”

“No, this is me asking if you have a problem with me.” You refuse to back down. “Because it’s either you pretend to be worried or save me from a ‘rookie’ mistake I made on the field and proceed to humiliate me publicly!” You raised your voice. “If you hate me, make it clear. I can’t do anything about work but I can make myself disappear when we’re outside.”

You proceed to turn around to be on your way when Rick holds you by the wrist. He hangs his head, surprisingly defeated by your words. You want to twist yourself out of his grasp, but his sad golden retriever appearance is making it very hard for you to be the villain here.

“Please,” Rick pleads. “Stay.”

An internal you battle, you relent and let him take you to a nearby cafe. He insists on getting you something, so you order a simple hot chocolate to calm your nerves. You remain silent, waiting for what the Colonel has to say.

“I’m sorry.”

You cock your head to the side, unsure if you were hearing things after that truck almost ran you over.

“I didn’t mean to do all of that.” Rick starts. “It was unprofessional and very unlike me. It was just that-” He inhales deeply.

“When I see you throwing yourself in danger or being in danger… my mind stops working. I’m so scared that one day, things will go wrong and I’m left alone again.” He grips the handle of his mug tightly.

“Remember when you saved those two children?”

“How could I forget?”

“You were amazing for that. You were fearless and brave. That’s what I wanted to tell you. But my fear became the better of me and I hurt you instead.” Rick recounts bitterly.

“I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

Rick can’t bring himself to look at your reaction. Perhaps a peek and he sees that your mouth is hanging open slightly. Oh, he’s done it. He’s really blown this to bits. Perhaps he can file in a transfer when he gets to work - yeah, as if Waller would allow that. Perhaps death would be the best option.

“Then say it.”

Rick stares at you, dumbfounded. A small smile is etched on your lips. “Say it you big dummy.” You laugh this time and his heart skips a beat.

“Okay, maybe I’ll say it first. Get the ball rolling hm?” You add playfully, enjoying the look on his face. “I lo- oof!”

Rick knocks his chair over from standing up to fast as he makes his way to you, engulfing you in a big and warm embrace. You freeze but only momentarily before melting into his hug that smelled like cinnamon.

“I love you Y/N Y/S/N.” He says breathlessly before giving you what was possibly the most mind shattering kisses that you ever had.

The Christmas lights start to dance around each other and the music in the cafe plays a slow jazz song. People trickle in and out for a nice warm drink and you are content with how Christmas has played out today.

Christmas could be different after all.

[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.

[auroracalisto]

day #16: stuck in an airport on christmas eve

rick flag x gn!reader, 357 words a/n: yay to working on the holidays, double yay for working with rick flag and getting stranded in an airport. at least he's pretty to look at, right?

Holy hell. If your Christmas holiday couldn't have gotten any worse, you would have rejoiced. But of course, that didn't happen. The universe just had it out for you this time around—had it out for both you and the Colonel this time around.

You sat with your legs stretched out on one side of the chairs while your back rested against Rick Flag's side. Your head rested on his shoulder, and you could hear him on the phone, but you weren't really paying that much attention to what he was saying. Something about your situation—the planes being grounded due to the blizzard, the airport being pretty sparse because it was Christmas Eve. You know, the usual.

When he hung up his phone, he let out a long, well-deserved sigh.

"Snow should stop around six AM," he said, checking his watch. "Still got seven hours to go."

You groaned softly, glancing up at him from your position—your head was tilted back just so you could see him.

"Remind me why we decided to fly out on Christmas Eve?"

"Waller's orders."

You scoffed. "Right. Waller's orders."

You grumbled under your breath, trying to get comfortable again. Airport seats always had a tendency of being extremely uncomfortable, unless you were able to angle your body just right.

"You got your book still?" asked Rick.

"Somewhere in my bag."

"You could get it, read some."

"Or I could sleep," you said.

"Yeah. You could do that, too."

Rick looked towards the attendant's desk—no one was there, of course. The flight had been cancelled, and they would have to wait until morning to see if they'd be able to get a new one.

He pursed his lips before he looked down at you. "I have a deck of cards."

You blinked slowly as you looked at him once more. "Go Fish?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I was thinking Piquet instead."

"Oh! Yeah. That works," you said, sitting up almost immediately. "Run the rules by me again?"

He smirked softly at you as he rummaged in his backpack, pulling out his pack of cards. "Yeah," he said. "Let me shuffle them first, though."

[gordopickett]

WIP Wednesday!

Thanks for the tag, @youreorangeyoumoron 💙

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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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.”

===

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.

===

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.”

===

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.

[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.

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THANK YOU to the fellow writers, creators, authors, and artists that are listed below! You guys have inspired me on so many levels! Your work, art, and fanfics always bring a smile to my face, I love reading them so much. I hope you guys keep creating more amazing works and continue to inspire and make others smile too! I'm rooting for all! And I can't wait to see what you all do next! - Chloe <3

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@maxineswritingcenter - Works; Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, The Witcher, X-Files, Marvel, TrueBlood, and ClusterFluff

@minaturefics - Works; Lord Of The Rings

@cauliflowertree - Works; Harry Potter, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Little Women, Twilight, Dead Poets Society, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton, Criminal Minds, Vampire Diaries, and Teen Wolf

@x-files-imagines - Works; X-Files

@space-helen - Works; Marvel, Star Trek, SCI, Twilight, X-Files, Harry Potter, and Midnight Mass

@okay-j-hannah - Works; The Last Of Us, Narcos, The Mandalorian, Broadchurch, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Dune, Games Of Thrones, Good Omens, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Marvel, Pirates Of The Caribbean, Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Stranger Things, The Hobbit, and The Lord Of The Rings

@justauthoring - Works; Naruto, Haikyuu, Attack On Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Death Note, Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, Chainsaw Man, Stranger Things, The Quarry, Cobra Kai, and more!

@french-vanilla-in-the-clouds - Works; Sherlock (BBC), Supernatural, Marvel, and X-Files

@hellcomestohawkins - Works; Stranger Things, Arctic Monkeys, White Lines, X-Files

@theawfuledges - Works; Daybreakers, The Magnificent Seven, Breath Of The Wild, Digimon, Moon Knight, Demon Slayer, Silent Hill, The Quarry, CCS, TMNT, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Pokemon, Resident Evil, Godzilla, Deadpool 2, Bright (2017), The Evil Within, Hellboy, The Hobbit, IT (2017), and more!

@ficsnroses - Works; John Wick, Better Call Saul, Keanu Reeves, and Johnny Silverhand (CP 2077)

@immawriteyouthings - Works; The Hobbit, and more!

@author-morgan - Works; Game Of Thrones, Vikings, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, and more!

@masterofmunson - Works; Stranger Things, Moon Knight, The Amazing Spider-Man, Harry Styles, Marvel, and Criminal Minds

@aniqua - Works; Marvel, The Sandman, Shadow And Bone, Spider-Man, Stranger Things, and The Punisher

@whirlybirbs - Works; Star Wars, Marvel, Red Dead, Kingsman, Transformers, Peaky Blinders, Pirates Of The Caribbean, and more!

@luna-xial - Works; The Hobbit

@lilxberry - Works; Marvel, DC, Harry Potter, Euphoria, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Riverdale, The Walking Dead, The Karate Kid, Cobra Kai, and 13 Reasons Why

@guardianofrivendell - Works; The Hobbit

@strawwritesfic - Works; Harry Potter, Marvel, Big Bang Theory, Doctor Who, The Hunger Games, James Bond, Kingdom Hearts, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, The Amazing Spider-Man, Star Trek, Star Wars, and more!

@delicatenightfury - Works, Marvel, DC, Supernatural, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Vampire Diaries, Hunger Games, Narnia, Maze Runner, and more!

@reddie-fancomic-by-slashpalooza - Works; Loose Ends (The best freaking fan-comic I've ever read <;3)

@micheleamidalajedi - Works; Mass Effect, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Marvel, CSI, Gears Of War, DC, Yellowstone, Star Wars, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, X-Men, and more!

@imagine--if - Works; DC

@witchthatwrites - Works; Uncharted, DC, Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, and more!

@buckymcbuttfacebarnes - Works; Marvel and more!

@inej-twilight-ghafa - Works; Marvel, Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Star Wars, Grishaverse, Top Gun, The Last Of Us, Pirates Of The Caribbean, and more!

@a-reader-and-a-writer - Works; Top Gun, DC, Marvel, Star Wars, Joel Kinnaman, Lewis Pullman, and more!

@bisexual-thoughtss - Works; Criminal Minds, Law And Order, Spider-Man, Scream, Ghostbusters, Harry Potter, Friends, Star Trek, and more!

@warrenwrites - Works; Stranger Things, The Amazing Spider-Man, Marvel, The Sandman, and Criminal Minds

@helloheyhihowdyheya - Works; Spider-Man, Stranger Things, and Top Gun

@waitimcomingtoo - Works; Tom Holland, Spider-Man, The Devil All The Time, Brad Simpson, Stranger Things, Marvel, and Sebastian Stan (I am so impressed with all their work)

@tiffdawg - Works; The Mandalorian, Narcos, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, and more!

@queridopascal - Works; Narcos, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, The Mandalorian, The Equalizer, We Can Be Heroes, House Comes With A Bird, The Bubble, and more!

@oonajaeadira - Works; The Bubble, The Mandalorian, Prospect, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent, Narcos, The Last Of Us, Bloodsucking Bastards, House Comes With A Bird, Game Of Thrones, and more!

@fuckyeahdindjarin - Works; The Mandalorian, Narcos, Kingsman, Triple Frontier, The Bubble, and more!

@huffle-pissed - Works; Marvel, Pedro Pascal, Star Wars, Stranger Things, Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age Inquisition

@brandyllyn - Works; Bloodsucking Bastards, Den Of Thieves, Ex Machina, The Great Wall, Hannibal, Horizon, Kingsman, Law And Order SVU, The Letter Room, Narcos, Mayans, Prospect, Star Wars, Suburbicon, and more!

@sgt-morgan - Works; The Mandalorian, Marvel, Hozier, Keanu Reeves, and more!

@tegerton - Taron Egerton, Eggsy Unwin, and Eddie The Eagle

@make-me-imagine - Works; Briderton, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, The Mandalorian, The Originals, Merlin (BBC), Star Trek, Supernatural, Sherlock (BBC), Teen Wolf, Marvel, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, Harry Potter, and more!

@iamnotoriginalphil - Works; Once Upon A Time, Ineffable Husbands, Merlin, and more!

@forever-rogue - Works; Stranger Things, Spider-Man, Star Wars, Pedro Pascal, The Mandalorian, The Last Of Us, Marvel, and more!

@companionjones - Works; DC, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, Hamilton, High School Musical, Les Miserables, Marvel, Once Upon A Time, Star Trek, Star Wars, Twilight, Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, Starkid, Sherlock (BBC), Shameless (US), Victorious, and more!

@dainty-fingertips - Works; Marvel and Spider-Man

@zafirosreverie - Works; Encanto, Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, MCu, Rise Of The Guardians, and more!

@jonathan--majors - Works; Better Call Saul, Bullet Train, DC, Marvel, Stranger Things, Top Gun, and more!

@ardentmuse - Works; Harry Potter, Kingsman, Marvel, Game Of Thrones, and more

@classic80sand90smovieloves2 - Works; Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Heathers, Back To The Future, Say Anything, Can't Buy Me Love, Some Kind Of Wonderful, Dead Poets Society, School Ties, Grease, and more!

@livinglifelowkeyloki - Works; Marvel

[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