#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 #17: decorating the tree

rick flag x gn!reader, 524 words a/n: yay domestic life with ricky againnnnn.

The soft lights were already strung, garland lining the tree precariously as you continued to adjust the multiple ornaments you had just grabbed from the Christmas bin. Christmas music played in the background, the soft notes of John Lennon's voice reaching your ears as Rick came back into the living room, beer in hand.

"Lookin' good," he commented on the tree, pointing his beer towards it. "You need some help with the tree topper?"

"Not yet," you said, shaking your head, "but you can come over and grab some of these." You pointed to the ornaments you had yet to touch, knowing he'd have a good eye for some of them at least.

He sat his beer down and walked over, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before he grabbed a few of them. He raised an eyebrow at one of them, even going as far as making a face as he showed you the ornament.

"I've had that since I was a kid," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Damn," he said. "So, it's an antique."

You scoffed. "I am not that old, Rick Flag."

"Sure, sure, and I'm not drinking a beer right now. I love it when we say things that aren't true."

You narrowed your eyes at him and stuck out your tongue, hanging yet another ornament. You're quiet for a moment before you look at the tree, brows furrowing.

"It's missing something," you said.

He raised another brow as he finished hanging what you had given to him. "More ornaments? Maybe the popcorn garland you made in kindergarten?"

"Okay, I did not have that, asshole," you said. You thought for a moment before a sly smile appeared on your lips. "Hold on," you continued. You rushed off to your shared bedroom, grabbing a small silver bag from your dresser. You then came back to Rick reclining on the sofa. You tossed the bag on his lap.

He glanced at it. "What's this?" he asked.

"Open it."

He did as he was told, and for a moment, he was silent.

It was a simple ornament, with two little snowmen—one with your name and one with his. A little red ribbon wrapped around them with the year "2024" written on it.

He blinked slowly, lips parting, but nothing left him.

This... was new. This was so... well, what else could he say other than it was so heart wrenching? He'd never had a family of his own—never had someone to call his home. And yet, with this simple ornament, with the rings on your shared fingers... he'd found it.

His home.

Not that he'd tell you something so sappy.

He looked up at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Cute," he said.

You smiled almost immediately, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. "Pick the spot for it," you said. "Then you can put up the tree topper."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, standing back up. He looked at you for a moment longer, his smirk fading to a small smile.

He loved you more than life itself. You'd never know how much the little ornament truly meant to him.

[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

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

'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. 😊💙💙

[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.

[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.

[justreblogginfics]

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.

[greymoonfeelings]

She Will Be Loved

pairing: college au!Rick Flag x Fem! Reader

word count: 2k

summary: Tired of listening to you talk badly about yourself, Rick decides to confess his feelings for you. Friends to Lovers :)

warnings: casual drinking, mentions of sex, negative self talk and one small suggestive comment

note: this is very self indulgent and I wrote it at the walk-in clinic so your welcome. shoutout to @babblydrabbly for going full english major on me, now my perfectionist ass can sleep peacefully.

~~~

It’s 11 pm, you’re dressed to the nines, but your makeup is smudged and you’ve got a brown bag with a few bottles of alcohol in your arms.

You use your free hand to knock on your best friend’s apartment door.

You probably should have texted him before you came over, asked if he was busy, but you knew he wasn’t, he never was unless it was with you.

You were always there for each other and right now you needed his comfort.

He’s quick to open the door. “Hey,” he says casually before stepping back to allow you to enter.

“Ricky,” You sing. “Wanna get drunk with me?”

“What’s the occasion?” He watches as you set the brown bag on his small dining table.

“Men are shit. Well, not you, but every other man.”

“What’s this one’s name?”

“Who said I was talking about a particular man?”

“Your fancy attire and the smudged lipstick.”

“Shit,” You lick your thumb and attempt to wipe off the side of your face. “I thought I fixed that.”

“Hold on.” Rick leaves you standing in his living room and heads toward the bathroom.

He comes back with a wet face cloth and hands it to you. You use the reflection of his microwave to see your face.

“Such a gentleman, why the hell are you still single?”

Rick chuckles, “I don’t have time for that stuff.”

“What else do you have to do?”

“Plenty of things.” Rick returns to the couch and resumes the show he was watching when you knocked.

“Like what? Watching World War II documentaries and yelling at the tv like my Grandpa?”

“Hey, you yell at the tv too. Who do you think I learned it from?”

“Whatever. Do you want to get drunk or not?”

“Depends, did you only buy fruity stuff?”

“Fruity stuff,” You scoff. “I forgot you’re a big strong dude. You only drink manly stuff like Jack Daniels and hand sanitizer.” You mock.

“I’d rather drink hand sanitizer than fruit punch Four Lokos.”

“That was one time! And you have to admit they were pretty strong.”

“You drank one and then passed out on the floor.”

“I drank two, threw up in the tub, and then passed out on the floor.” You state matter of factly.

“How rude of me to forget.” Rick rolls his eyes at your dramatics.

“If you’d stop bitching about the Four Lokos, you’d know that I did buy some whiskey.”

“You should have led with that. Give it here.”

You pull the bottle of whiskey out from the bag and walk over to the couch. You plop down next to Rick, grabbing a blanket off the armrest and throwing it over your legs.

You hand the bottle to your best friend. He twists the top off, taking a big swig of the strong alcohol.

You can’t help but admire the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. As soon as you realize you’re staring, you shake your head and reach your hand out, silently telling him to hand you the bottle.

He takes another chug, ignoring you. “Don’t hog it or else I’ll have to add you to the list of men who suck.”

“It’s not hogging if you bought it for me.”

“I didn’t buy it for you, I bought it for myself so I could blackout and forget all about the terrible experience I just had.” You take a big sip, grimacing as the burning liquid makes its way down your throat.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No, why would I want to tell my male best friend about getting dicked down?” You look at him like he’s an idiot.

It’s silent for a few moments as you stare at the bottle of alcohol in your hands.

“It’s just that men these days have no common decency.” You start to talk and Rick grabs the bottle from you.

I’m gonna need this, he thinks to himself.

It’s not that he minded listening to you complain, he just hated hearing you talk about the terrible men you were sleeping with. It made Rick furious to know how they mistreated you and made you doubt your worth. But with that protective feeling, something burning followed it, something more.

He would never admit it to you. He could barely admit it to himself, but he had feelings for you. Big time. He often found himself wishing that you’d stop hooking up with random guys and instead get with someone who cared about you. Him.

Rick wished that instead of going to dinner with assholes, you’d get all dressed up to go to dinner with him. He’d take you somewhere he knew you loved, let you get whatever you wanted, and pay for all of it. He’d buy you your favorite flowers and make sure you knew how beautiful you looked under the lights of the city.

Rick allows himself to imagine what you'd wear if you went on a big date together, how you’d do your hair, and if you’d wear a coat or make him give you his.

“I mean, it’s not that I’m surprised he blocked me, but it still stings, y'know?” Your comment pulls Rick out of his imagination as he absentmindedly placed the liquor bottle on the coffee table.

“I guess men really only want one thing.” You sigh, picking up the bottle and drinking some more.

“If you know they’re gonna treat you like shit, why do you keep going out with them?”

You're taken aback by his question.

Usually, he didn't have much to say after you finished ranting about a guy. He'd just nod his head and say, “I'm sorry”.

You think for a few seconds before answering.

“I don’t know, I guess I just keep hoping it’ll be different and I don’t really care about myself enough to look for anything better. Sometimes I just feel like I’ll never be truly loved so I settle for shitty guys who tell me I’m hot because it’s probably the closest I’ll ever get.”

“That’s absurd. You’ll find someone eventually. We all do.”

“Will I, Rick? I’m a grown woman and I’ve never even had a boyfriend. We just graduated college and I couldn’t even find one guy in that whole school who wanted to date me.”

“There was one guy,” He mumbles to himself.

“What?” You ask genuinely.

‘“I said, “Did you try?”’

“What does that mean?”

“You never really left your dorm unless it was to hang out with me. We only became friends because I kicked you in the face with a soccer ball,otherwise, you probably would have been alone that whole time.”

“I hate when you use logic against me.” You huff, “I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

“I certainly feel like one. What dumbass keeps letting herself get used when she knows that all the dude wants is sex? Only I would do that.”

“I doubt you're the only person.”

“That doesn't make me any less of an idiot.”

You sink deeper into the couch, holding onto the bottle of whiskey like a comfort pillow.

“I just wish one time a good guy would like me for who I am rather than just for my body. Maybe I don’t have any good qualities.”

“You have plenty of good qualities.”

“Not really. I’m a huge bitch, I'm always pissed off or hiding in my room all depressed. I don’t have any hobbies or leave the house unless it’s to come here or go to work. I have the worst personality. Don’t even get me started on my looks because they're just as bad. I mean, my body is just gross and so is my face and…”

“Stop! Will you stop!” Rick raises his voice and you look at him like he just slapped you across the face.

“Damn, I know I ramble a lot, but you could’ve been nicer.”

“It’s not that you talk too much, it’s what you’re talking about. You’re so hard on yourself and you shouldn’t be.”

“Everything I said was true,” You shrug.

“You have the biggest heart out of anyone I've ever met. You go out of your way to help anyone even if it means putting yourself last. I’ve watched you worry yourself into a depression over things you can’t even control because that’s how much you care. You’re funny as hell and you manage to make me laugh even on the worst days. Not to mention you’re gorgeous even when you’re hungover laying in your vomit on my floor.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrow at his last comment.

“Okay, maybe not exactly then, but it wouldn’t change how I feel about you.”

“How you feel about me?” Your heart starts to beat faster and you hope it's not as loud as it feels.

Rick sighs, “I’m in love with you, Y/N. Honestly, I’ve been in love with you since we were sophomores in college. I never thought you would feel the same, but after watching all these guys use you and make you feel like shit, I can’t stand it anymore. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know that you are capable of being loved and you deserve to be happy.”

“Damn, Rick.” You sigh, sitting up on the couch. “I mean, here I am complaining about bad sex and you’re professing your love for me.”

You put the bottle of alcohol down and rub your temple, trying to process what just happened.

Did he really feel that way or was it just the alcohol?

“I hope I didn’t just ruin our friendship.”

“Oh, you definitely did.”

“Fuck,” He mutters. But before he can continue to beat himself up, you cut him off.

“There’s no way we’re going back to just being friends after that. I’ve loved you for a while, but I didn’t think you felt the same way so I tried to find another guy who might fill the void and eventually fall in love with. I’m glad those other guys treated me like shit. Now I think it was the universe telling me that everything I needed was already right in front of me.”

“Are you fucking with me?” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“No,” You laugh incredulously.

“You drunk?” He waves his hand in front of your face as if that’s a test of your sobriety.

“No, I’m not just drunk.” You bring your hand up to caress his cheek and look deep into his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

“You’re sure?” Rick’s face is plastered with a huge grin.

“Yes,” You laugh. “I am head over heels in love with you.”

“Good, because I’ve been waiting so long to do this.” Rick grabs your face in his hands and leans in to kiss you.

At first, it’s soft, hesitant, but once you’re familiar with the feeling of each other’s lips, it becomes more passionate.

Rick kisses you with a fervor that you’ve never experienced before, it takes your breath away. The way his lips move against yours like they were made for each other, for fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

You can’t believe you’ve gone this long without it, but you know one thing, Now that you’ve had a taste, you’ll never give it up again, and Rick feels the same way.

You pull away first, desperate for air, but lean your forehead against his so you can stay close to him.

“That was just as amazing as I dreamed it would be.” You smile.

“You dream about me frequently?” Rick jokes.

“All the time.”

“You don’t have to dream anymore, baby, I’m all yours now.”

“Good because if your lips move like that when we’re kissing, I wanna see what they move like somewhere else.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Rick whispers like your statement has left him breathless.

“You have no idea what you just got yourself into, Rick Flag.”

[scandinavianfairytale]

In my mind

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, alcohol consumption, horniness all around 🙈, mastrubation (m & f), mentions of oral (f receiving), bodily fluids, toys, overstimulation, squirting, description of fantasies (oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (please wear a condom - STDs are no joke!!), rough sex, groping, teasing, creampie)

The room of the pizza place was filled to the brim. The cheery and funny waiter had some issues getting around the tables to gather the orders. Rick was enjoying his well deserved beer and catching up with his friends after the long and final mission. He was unaware of who was sitting a feet away from him.

You've been working for the company around 6 months and the renewal of your contract was coming up. When your coworkers invited you for a "team-building" you gladly accepted, as you were already quite fond of them. They picked the famous pizza place in the center of the city, since they had the best pizza in town.

After drinking the first two rounds of double whiskeys and separate lemonades while waiting for the pizza, you walked to the toilets when in the window reflection you noticed none other than your ex-friend.

"Rick fucking Flag." You yelled as you spun around, making him choke on his beer.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Rick stood up from his seat, marching up to you and pulling you into a bear hug, holding you so strongly and lifting you off the ground.

"What brings you home?" He asked as he finally let you go.

"A job." You said looking at the big table full of the people you've grown close to in the past half a year. "I think I might stay this time." You smiled as you met his eyes again.

"I find that hard to believe." He murmured and smirked.

"Well we'll see, I still have three days to decide. What about you? Back from another mission?"

"The last one. I'm retiring."

"Now that's what I find hard to believe." You giggled.

"Best believe it. I made Colonel and I'm done with it."

"Congrats, I know that's the rank you wanted since I met you years ago. But what do you plan to do now?"

"I don't know. We'll see." Rick met your eyes and suddenly you realized how stuffy the room was and how good Rick smelled and how close he was to you. Excusing yourself and finally going to the bathroom you fanned yourself and hoped you didn't sweat too much.

After returning to the table you mingled a little with your coworkers and Rick throughout the night, before finally deciding to call it quits. Rick saw you off and just as you turned away, you turned back to him planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"It was really good seeing you again, Rick." Smiling you slipped him your business card and walked away.

~Rick~

As the front door closed behind him, Rick let out a big exhale. He couldn't get you off his mind. He fished your business card out of his front jeans pocket and remembered how your hand grazed his thigh. His body twitched.

"I think I'm going to stay this time." Replayed in his mind as he stripped out of his clothes. What was the reason for this? He wanted to ask you so many things.

The water hit his chest and he sighed in content. He was hoping the cold shower might cool him down, but he couldn't get you out of his head and the more he thought about you the more the urge was growing. He wanted to touch you, to feel you, to hear you. His cock twitched as he remembered your red lips, the way your hand clasped his bicep as you laughed - a trait that seemed to have stuck with you. Rick sighed as he gave into his urge and his hand wrapped around his standing member, tugging at it.

"Fuck." He cursed, slamming his hand on the tiles as he shuddered, thinking about you on your knees or on his bed...anywhere, as long as he could unwrap you, explore you and worship you just as you deserved.

His hand sped up, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, teasing at the corners of his eyes, but all he could focus on was his fantasy of you. He groaned as he remembered how you threw your head back as you laughed. And he could picture you, on top of him, throwing your head back, pleading him for your release as his hands explored your curves.

"God...I wanna feel you so fucking bad..." Rick cursed again, smearing the precum all over his length, providing extra lubrication. He imagined the stains your lipstick would leave on his cock as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. How your hair would feel in his fist as he forced your head down his cock, feeling your throat constricting around him as you struggled to breathe. How you'd sound with your mouth full of cock as he breached your throat.

"Shit." He moaned. He could almost hear you.

His cock was begging for release, but Rick wasn't done daydreaming and he released himself, panting heavily and laughed at himself for robbing himself of that high. Even though his hands weren't gripping his member anymore, his hips still moved as his body hasn't caught up to his mind and chased the sweet promised orgasm. His while body was shuddering from being denied that bliss. But he imagined your mischievous smirk, the one you always somehow tended to carry on your lips, and he knew if you'd have him in your mouth you'd take the peak away from him.

Leaning his forehead on the cool tile, panting his fantasy continued playing - he could still remember how your pussy tasted even after so many years. How you threw your head back as you came in his mouth. He still beat himself up for stopping the progression of the interaction, but at the time all he wanted was to show you how you should be treated. He didn't think either of you had the capacity for long distance relationship.

His cock throbbed as he thought about being in between your legs, his guiding your hand to his hair and you taking rains - bucking your hips, tugging at his hair. His hand returned to his cock, his fingers playing at the tip, stroking himself, imagining how deep he'd be able to reach you. The sounds you'd make as he fucked you as you're supposed to be fucked. He'd be rougher, especially after you'd deny his his peak. He started fisting himself quicker, squeezing a bit more as he pictured you nearing your release, how your walls would squeeze him and he groaned, his eyes slamming shut as he thought about the euphoria you'd both feel when you'd cum.

His load shot at the shower wall, oozing down the tiles and he panted deeply, his whole body shaking in pleasure. He pictured how your puffy pussy would look after a thorough fucking, leaking his seed as he came in you.

As Rick calmed down, he chuckled to himself and shut off the shower. Toweling his hair he walked to the business card he left on the bed and sent you a message, throwing his phone on the bed and inhaled deeply.

It was now or never.

~The other side of the city~

Your coworker and new friend pointed out the chemistry you shared with the mysterious man, the Colonel Rick Flag. You honestly thought you were over the crush you had on him, but then you saw him tonight and you were back in your dorm, with Rick between your legs after that truth or dare party that fot out of hand and you confessed that none of your exes ever went down on you.

You shook your head, as if trying to shake the thought of him. But it was so good to talk to him, he still smelled the same...closing your eyes you remembered the closeness of him in the restaurant. There was nowhere else to go, but his warmness radiated from him, wrapping around you, intoxicating you.

You couldn't resist it any longer, your heart was beating fast, your body was too hot and there was a need burning inside of you. Climbing in the shower to wash away the day, your thighs rubbed together, as your body tried finding some sort of friction. The second your soap covered hand came into contact with your sex, your resolve crumpled and you grabbed the shower head. Upping the pressure of the water, you positioned the head where you needed it the most and at first contact of the pressured water stream with your engorged clit you moaned loudly, slamming back at the tile, seeking support. Your other hand grabbed at your right nipple as you thought back to Rick eating you out. How he maneuvered your hand in his hair and one of his hands pawed at your tits.

"Fuck..." You cursed as you came, but weren't satisfied. Your hips bucked into the shower head, but you got no reprieve from the insatiable need that was driving you insane.

But then you remembered your rabbit vibrator...

Rushing out of the shower, you dried your skin and made a beeline to your bedside table where you fished out your trusted pleasure companion. Your pussy clenched as you awaited that first touch. Sitting on your knees and opening them you turned on the vibrator and breached your walls.

"Oh God..." You moaned as your hips took over and you started humping the vibrator. You haven't felt so needy in a long time.

You remembered when you touched him, how hard his muscles are and you imagined how good he'd feel as you'd climb on top of him, slamming him back on the bed. The groan he'd definitely let out when you'd finally sunk down on his cock. Throwing your head back as another orgasm washed over you.

"Good girl." Rick said as you came in his mouth so many years ago.

"Fuck...Rick, why?" You whined as you felt the vibrations deep inside of yourself. You just knew Rick would let you take control at least in the beginning. Gyrating your hips you thought about how his hands would wander and squeeze around your body. Simulating his wandering hands your free hand explored your body. You shivered as your fingertips gently traced your skin, moaning his name again.

You imagined how Rick would lose his patience as your bouncing turned to rocking and he'd bend his knees, getting the upper hand on you, taking over control. Leaning back on your hand, stepping on your toes to have better access, you started slamming the vibrator in and out of your slick.

"Oh God, I can't..." You whined as your poor pussy clenched around the vibrator, your clit abused as never before, yet the desire for completion was still there and you were so so so close.

You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your sex as the blood rushed to that spot. You thought about how he would flip you around and push your head into the pillows, grip your hips with bruising strength and bring you both to orgasm. His hand would sneak around your hips and rubbed at your clit, his hips speeding up and they'd falter as he'd cum in you, shooting his load into you, never letting go of your clit, until you'd explode around him, clenching around him.

Yelling out your release, the liquid shot out of you as you squirted right on your bedsheets. You fell back on the bed, your abdomen muscles trembled as the vibrator still buzzed inside of you and you panted completely exhausted, your body literally shaking from the aftershocks of the mind blowing orgasm.

After turning off the vibrator, cleaning yourself and changing the bed, you changed into your PJs and went to set the alarm for tomorrow.

It was good seeing you again. Can I buy you a drink tomorrow and catch up properly? - Rick

Embarrassment enveloped you, as you thought about what you were doing when he texted you. Face palming, you wanted the Earth to swallow you full...

Would 8pm work for you?

You shut off your phone and immediately felt the need rising again and you knew you'd need another session like this again if you were going to make it through drinks without pouncing on him in the middle of a bar.

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I said to myself I wouldn't write smut as I'm not really good at it and yet here we are, my third smut fic 😅🙈

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@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.

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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

[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."