#rick flag drabble

[princessmisery666]

For make up title game: "I Would Do Anything For Love.... Including That"

Rick Flag x Reader.

Not beta’d. posted from my phone sorry if formatting is off.

You're pouting, full on toddler pouting because you think it will help sway Rick’s decision.

Rick knows he’s going to agree, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, including what you’ve asked of him, despite the shit he knows he’ll get from Task Force X. But it will be worth every joke he receives because he likes the way you beg. The imploring tone you use, pressing your body against his, running your hands up and down the exposed skin of his arm, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. It sets him ablaze and he has to swallow down a groan.

If that weren’t enough to make him agree he especially loves that in order to get what you want you bribe him, offering him something he wants in exchange for something he’d do for free because he just wants to spend time with you.

“So I wear this to the movies?” Examining the multicoloured hoodie, “and you’ll come to the weapons seminar with me?” He asks, setting out the deal.

“Yes,” you say, looking up at him from under your lashes. “I promise.”

He’s getting the better half of the deal, spending eight hours giving lectures to rent a cops and then spending his evenings with you in exchange for him wearing a piece of clothing and sitting through a movie.

He sighs, faking that it’s an inconvenience but it’s really not. “Fine.”

“Yay,” you squeal, jumping up and kissing his cheek, “you're the best.” You skip toward the locker room, excitement not allowing you to keep your feet on the ground.

Rick watches you go, sighing sadly this time, “I love you.”

Though he’s not sure you haven’t already figured it out, maybe he’ll find the courage to tell you that soon. For now he’ll keep showing you, the best way he knows how.

Made up fic titles.

[shoot-i-messed-up]

…ngl the Ilana & Rick dynamic was more interesting before they fucked

[kind-wolf]

Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest.

All Settled

Rick Flag x F!Reader (past: Rick Flag x June Moone)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: caught in a storm

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, arguing, light angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: They're aruging, they're pining, they're stuck in an airport together. We love to see it! also idk i might write more for these two eventually I'm not sure i just don't know but there are Vibes i might explore later lmao

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It was perfect, really. Not in the way that it was good, but in the way that it happened and all you could do was laugh, shake your head, and think to yourself, “Of fucking course.”

“This funny to you?” Rick asked, clearly not as amused as you as he dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud. It wasn’t nearly as loud as the clap of thunder that sounded right before he’d spoken to you, though.

“I mean,” you said with a shrug, also letting your bag slip down off your shoulders, albeit with less drama, “it’s a little funny to me, yeah.”

He shook his head, scuffing the toe of his boot along the tiled floor. You could tell by that and the tightness of his jaw alone that he was fighting the urge to punt his own bag across the floor. “Glad you think so.”

You didn’t let it faze you—Rick and his short fuse weren’t anything new to you at this point. “Yeah, because getting mad about it like you are seems to be so much better.”

He opened his mouth to fire back at you, but he stopped himself when he saw the traces of amusement on your face, that you were just going to take whatever he said to you in that moment and flip it right back onto him. You were one of the few people in the world that he would request time and time again to assist with Task Force X whenever he could, whenever he got enough leash to bring in an extra body on his side of things. But it didn’t make him any less annoyed with you in moments like this.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Flag,” you said as you dropped into one of the many empty chairs behind you. Lightning flashed outside, bright light coming through all the airport windows for a split second. “We’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.”

He shook his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to pace and be angry about the situation, or sit down next to you and be angry about it instead. His exhaustion won out just enough to get him to sink down into the chair beside yours.

“Made it through all that shit, and we get stuck on the layover. That’s,” he shook his head, “that’s just…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him with a laugh. You looked over at him, watching as he shook his head and tried not to look like he wanted to laugh right along with you. “Look at the bright side,” you stretched your legs out in front of you, crossing one over the other, “least we didn’t get stuck in this storm with the rest of the team.”

The sigh he puffed out turned into a laugh, shaking his head as he thought about the scenario you’d just put into his head. “Fuckin’ A.”

“Exactly.” You let your head drop back to rest against the top of the seat. You stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds in silence before saying, “We should’ve gotten a hotel room.”

Now it was his turn to laugh at you. “Seriously? We’ve been stuck out,” he gestured vaguely, not wanting to say exactly where even though there weren’t many people around, “you know, and you’re gonna bitch about sleeping in an airport?”

Turning your head to look at him, you raised your eyebrows and replied, “I’m off the clock, Rick—I’d like to sleep in a real bed if at all possible.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Poor thing,” he mocked.

You laughed, elbowing his arm off the rest that separated your chair from his. Like he had any right to give you grief about complaining at this point. “Fuck you.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. The two of you sat there in your insanely uncomfortable airport chairs, with posture that wasn’t fit at all for the caliber of soldier that the both of you were. Both of you were watching the few people who were stuck at the airport with you. Your flight had been one of the last, but it seemed like a couple others that were scheduled to leave late got pushed off until the morning. No one was dedicated enough to getting a hotel room to go outside in the rain and wind to get a cab. So you watched everyone putting together makeshift beds of their own out of their luggage, draping themselves across chairs. Whatever it took to be at least mildly comfortable.

You’d been still and quiet for so long that Rick thought that you might’ve fallen asleep. Tilting his head, he glanced over at you to find you very much awake. Your eyes were fixed on the small cluster of people who were at the gate across from yours. Among them was a woman with two children, young enough that they thought this was all so fun and exciting.

“Why do you always say yes?” he asked you, watching you as you watched everything around you.

Your face contorted in confusion but you still didn’t turn to face him. “Hm?”

“When I put in the request for you, why do you always say yes?”

You chuckled, finally facing him. “Why do you keep requesting me?”

“’Cause I know you won’t let me get shot.”

You laughed at that, trying not to be too loud as everyone continued to hunker down to go to sleep. “Yea, I guess that’s fair.” You pulled your legs up, feet resting on the edge of your seat as you wrapped your arms so that your hands interlocked and rested on your shins. “Maybe I just like making sure you don’t get shot.”

He smiled, a tiny grin that was briefly illuminated by another strike of lightning. “Can’t like it that much.”

You arched your brow. “Want me to start saying no? Leave the big bad Colonel all on his own?”

He shook his head at you. “Not what I said. I just, I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, letting them rest over his stomach as he looked at the same place you’d just been looking. “You always seemed like you were looking to settle down. This,” he laughed, “this shit ain’t settled.”

You hummed in amusement as you nodded. “It’s not.” You paused. “I’m just, I don’t know, guess I haven’t really found someone to settle with yet. Not gonna give this up with no reason to.” You waited for him to look at you. “Lucky for you, though, huh?”

He nodded, gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t say anything else in response. You couldn’t tell if there was more that he wanted to say. Either way, it didn’t matter much. He sunk down a little farther in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. The heel of his boots rested just on the far side of his ridiculously large duffle bag, ensuring that no one would be able to try and snatch it without him noticing. You shook your head at the precaution—it didn’t seem like anyone in present company was going to want any of his fatigues and t-shirts that hadn’t been washed in a week. You let him have that, though. You watched as his chin dropped and tucked towards his chest, eyes falling closed even though he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep for a long time.

“Think you’re ever going to?” you asked, propping your chin on your knees as you did.

His eyes were still shut as he asked, “Ever gonna what?”

“Settle down?”

His eyes slowly opened, muscles tensing as he processed the two-word question. “I don’t know.”

You were nearly kicking yourself for ruining the moment. Things were fine. You didn’t have to pry, but you did it anyway. You just couldn’t let things lie—it was a habit you always meant to work on and never got around to it.

“Sorry,” you said, your voice tentative in a way that it hardly ever was with anyone, least of all with Rick.

He looked at you, brows meeting in confusion. “For what?”

You knew that answering the question was just going to dig a deeper hole, but you also knew that you weren’t going to be able to ignore the question, either. Stubbornness was one of the traits that you and Rick shared.

You shrugged, wishing that you could pull your legs in farther, make yourself smaller and disappear out of this conversation. “It’s not my business. I know that…it’s just…I know since June you sorta just—”

“Got it,” he cut you off.

You fought the urge to sigh with everything in you. You were annoyed with yourself, but you were annoyed with him too. “Right.”

There was just enough of a shift in your tone to keep him hooked into the conversation, even though it was evident that neither of you wanted to continue it. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not doing this with you, Rick.” He went to try and argue but you kept talking before he could. “You don’t wanna talk about it so we’re just, we’re not gonna talk about it. Forget I fuckin’ said anything.” There was a long stretch of silence and before you could use any impulse control you said, “But to be fair, you asked me first.”

He sighed. “We doin’ this right now?”

“What this are you referring to, exactly?” you snapped, voice hushed. The rain beating down and echoing against the roof helped to hide some of your conversation.

“Since when do you wanna talk about that? About all my shit? About, about June?” He hesitated on it but he still managed to get the question out. You couldn’t remember the last time he actually said her name.

You were too caught up in your frustration to empathize about it though. “Are you serious?” You let your feet drop back to the floor, adjusting yourself in your chair so that your entire torso was turned and facing him. “You’re gonna sit there and pretend that I’m the one who never wanted to talk about it?” You scoffed. “Fuck’s sake, Rick. The only reason I found out the two of you broke up in the first place was because Boomer made some asshole comment and you nearly tossed him out of the helicopter. You have never wanted to talk to me about all of that. About anything, really.”

Rick’s fists were clenched at his sides, trying to keep himself from getting too defensive but you weren’t making it easy for him. You never did. He didn’t make it easy for himself, either. “Hey—”

“Actually, now that I think about it,” you cut him off, “you never talk to me about anything outside of work. You know all about me, but I don’t know shit about—”

“That’s not true,” he interjected, voice firm enough to give you pause. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat at that. He wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t completely wrong either. You both knew plenty about each other but there were always a series of walls that Rick kept up, ones that you never got around to building for yourself. Moments like that made it hard not to feel the distance.

“Whatever,” you finally said, not wanting to give in and actually tell him that he was right.

He was still shaking his head at you as he went back to staring at his boots. “Don’t know why you care so much anyway—not like you ever liked her.”

“What? I,” you sputtered as you shook your head, “I had no problem with June. What are you talking about? I barely even knew her.”

It was true. Outside of the events of Midway City, you had next to no contact with June. Rick was pretty much her sole protective detail, hence how the rest of their entire situation played out. You were part of his team that time around too, although despite being his right hand, you were far from the top of his priority list the way that you were all the times after that when you guys handled ops together. But that was the only time you ever really spent around June, and to say that you really spent it with her would’ve been a stretch even under the most forgiving circumstances. But still, you never had a problem with her.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle—either way it was full of attitude. “Right.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fuck you.”

You angled yourself away from him, turning your body so that you were facing forward again. Part of you wanted to get up and walk to another part of the airport. It would’ve been pointless, though. In just a few more hours the two of you would be sitting next to each other on the plane anyway. There was no escaping him until the trip was over. For a split second, you let yourself indulge in the thought that maybe next time you’d say no when he asked you to tag in.

“Should’ve gotten out when she did,” you mumbled.

You heard the sound of his clothes rustling as he turned to look at you. “What was that?”

You didn’t hesitate, not looking at him but speaking just a little louder, and a whole lot clearer. “I said you should’ve gotten out when she did.” You turned and looked at him, wanting to hit him with the full weight of what you were going to say next. “Maybe then you’d still—”

“Don’t fuckin’ go there,” he said, tone low but brimming with anger.

You rolled your eyes, slumping back against the chair. “Yes, sir.”

There were only about ten seconds between your response and him speaking up again, but those seconds felt like hours to Rick as he tried to force himself to just be honest instead of angry for once. Or at least be honest while he was being angry.

“It was because I wouldn’t give it up,” he finally said, bitterness coating his voice.

Your face scrunched in confusion for a moment before you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“She left because I wouldn’t give it up. She wanted nothing to do with any of it after everything that happened. I got that. She was just waiting for me to walk away from it too.”

“You got into this shit for her—why didn’t you walk away?”

“Think Waller was just gonna let me walk?”

You shrugged. “Not at first. But she’d get tired of fighting you eventually.” You paused. “She probably would’ve ended your entire military career though.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “no thanks.”

“How long did it take her to realize you weren’t gonna quit?” you asked, figuring that if he was gonna open the door you might as well take a peek inside.

He shook his head. “Longer than it should’ve for someone as smart as she is.”

“Love makes you stupid.”

He let out a laugh, one that was one part sadness, one part humor. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Not on you.”

“You really love this shit, huh?” you asked, really processing the full weight of what he was telling you. Rick had turned his whole life on its head to save June. He said it himself that she was the only woman he’d ever really cared about. From the way he was acting during everything leading up to what happened at Midway City, you were certain that he would’ve done anything for her. But apparently not.

If he laughed you couldn’t hear it over the rumbles of thunder. “’Bout as much as I hate it.” He looked over at the windows for a moment, able to see the rain pelting down in the dark, then he looked back at you. “Stupid, right?”

You chuckled quietly. “That’s how you know you love it.”

“What’s your excuse, then?” he asked. “Because I know you sure as shit don’t love this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in the hopes that it would hide all of the thoughts that were racing through your brain because of his question. “Just an adrenaline junkie now, I guess.” You looked over at him. “Regular military ops just don’t do it for me anymore.”

He was slowly starting to let the tension drop out of his shoulders, his guard slowly coming back down as the both of you began to get back to some sort of common ground. “That’s it, huh?”

It wasn’t the time to get into it. It probably wouldn’t ever be the time to get into it. “That and, like you said, someone’s gotta keep you from getting shot.”

He was shaking his head at you, but at least this time he was almost smiling while he did it. The two of you had always had that going for you—no matter how quickly things tensed up between you, you usually managed to cool back down almost as quickly. Some of that was from all the years and hours you’d spent together, some of it was because in the situations you found yourselves in out in the field, there was no time for grudges so it was best to just let shit go if you could. But for yourself, you also knew that there was an element of not wanting to hang onto that, not with him. It’s why you’d always say yes when he asked you.

For a few seconds it was quieter than it had been. The rain lightened enough to not be echoing as it fell against the roof. The thunder and lightning subsided, and the conversation between you hit a lull. So when Rick cleared his throat, it seemed louder than it really was.

You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you. You raised your eyebrows, silently prompting him to say whatever it was that he was gearing up for. His brows scrunched for a split second, a final hesitation but he was still going to go through with it.

“We’re…?” he trailed off, his tone enough to fill in the rest of the question for him.

You smiled, nodding. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” you shifted in your chair so that you were leaning against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, “I won’t leave you hanging next time you call.”

He chuckled, wanting to shake his head and come back with a snarky remark, but he didn’t have it in him. Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest. A feeling that he wasn’t sure he could afford to put too much stock in. He let his head drop to rest against yours. “Thanks.”

[criesinliess]

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'Cause I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing at All

Pairing: Rick Flag x GN!Reader

Summary: Inspired by the Three Days Grace song of the same name, this is an angsty little drabble that has been sitting in my drafts for a few months.

Word Count: 829

Warnings: Description of injury, angst

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Despite your clenched jaw, the lie slips out easily. Still, you avoid eye contact with Rick as he examines your bruised and swollen hand; his uncanny ability to read your emotions won’t serve you well right now. If he thinks for one minute that you’re badly injured, you’ll wind up on desk duty faster than you can say Bloodsport. That is, if either of you make it out of here alive.

“Really?” The word stretches out into the darkness, filling what little space there is between you. “Because it looks pretty damn bad to me.”

With so much cynicism lacing the colonel’s tone, your eyes involuntarily flicker upwards, landing on his familiar worry-worn face, illuminated as it is by the weak orange glow of your twin torches. Shadows dance across his battle-scarred features, eerily emphasising all his sharp curves and edges – a Picasso painting brought to life, albeit temporarily.

Thanks to the explosion rocking the building only minutes earlier, the two of you are trapped in what had once been the ground-floor comms-room, a mountain of rubble outside the door now separating you - somewhat ironically - from your squad of deadly prisoners. Those prisoners are undoubtedly enjoying their fleeting moment of freedom at your expense. If this situation doesn’t kill you, Amanda Waller surely will.

“Really. It’s probably just a sprain.” You tap the cracked GPS device somehow still strapped to your injured wrist and send out a silent prayer that Harley and the others will try to find you. And soon. Much like your ongoing attempt to convince Rick that you’re ok, the signal -- and your hope -- is weak.

The second lie draws Rick’s attention away from your hand, his hazel eyes finding you effortlessly even in the darkness. You quickly subvert your own gaze from the sweat beading across his filthy brow. It’s unfair that in such rotten conditions he still manages to look handsome.

“Let’s leave the diagnosis to the doctors, huh?” Calloused fingers brush across your knuckles. While it’s the ghost of a touch, you still find yourself gritting your teeth against the pain. Something is almost certainly fractured, but your hand is far from the only part of you that is wounded in Rick’s presence.

“If you say so.”

Spite tempts you to point out that hospitals and doctors seem like a distant fantasy when the pair of you might be lost down here forever. After all, any potential rescue attempt rides solely on Harley’s twisted moral compass. Between the two of you, have you shown her enough kindness? Perhaps she’ll leave you here to rot – and who could blame her?

But Rick is an optimist; he sees the good in people while you only see all the ways they can let you down. The colonel is no exception.

Careful not to jostle your hurting wrist, you snatch up one of the torches and aim the beam towards the door. The force of the fallen debris from the floors above has warped the metal in such a fashion that nothing short of another explosion is likely to free it from the frame. And you’re fresh out of nitro.

“Where was your head at?” Rick’s deep voice shatters the cloying silence descending over the room.

“Huh?” For the briefest of moments, you’d forgotten he was here. No easy feat considering his proximity, propped up beside you against the wall.

“Exactly. You’re somewhere else today. Distracted.”

He could be referring to any number of events: how you almost missed wheels-up because you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed; how you forget to check-out Harley’s weapons cache, leading to a meltdown of epic proportions from the princess of crime; how easily the guards got the drop on you.

Rick presses on. “You can talk to me, you know. If something is bothering you-”

 “I’m fine.” You cut him off decidedly, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Fine…

Has anyone ever said that four letter word and truly meant it?

From the flash of his eyes, it’s clear Rick doesn’t believe you.

You want to tell him the truth. You want to tell him that yes, your hand might be bad, but you’ve experienced far worse. That the pain you carry around with you every day has dulled your other senses, so much so that a knife to the gut would probably hurt less. But you don’t. Instead, ignoring the familiar and constant hurt throbbing deep in the cavern of your chest, you subtly shuffle away from him.

All things considered, the pain of your injury is a welcome relief, allowing you to focus on something other than the truth.

Because Rick Flag broke your heart without even knowing it. And now you’re stuck here beside him, waiting for almost inevitable death together in this dank, dark room.

Perhaps this was how it was always meant to be.

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[bruniciobrunaldo]

Hello, my name is Bruno, I'm 21 and I'm trying to get back on track with writing (also lost my old account) I'm thinking of using this account to express my love for all the fictional characters I love (not only Ash)

Either way, I write for different fandoms, being my thing writing for male readers and readers under the trans umbrella mostly

Who I write for

Slashers

Michael Myers (RZ's too)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Candyman

Leatherface (Bubba Sawyer)

Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Pinhead

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Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise (1991 and 2017)

Leslie Vernon

Josef (Creep)

Kurt Kunkle

Norman Bates

Martin (1977)

The Creeper (Creepers Jeepers)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

Marvel

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Loki

Mantis

Nebula

Peter Quill/Starlord

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Deadpool

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Jack Russell

Steven Grant

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

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Doc Ock (Olivia or Otto)

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

George Stacy

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

DC

(movie or series versions)

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Edward Nygma

Edward Nashton

Arthur Fleck

Joker (Ledger)

Oswald Cobblepot

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot-Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen/Flash (movie only)

Ratcatcher 2

Rick Flag

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Adrian Chase/Vigilante

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Quasimodo

Judge Frollo

Dr. Facilier

Scar

Lottie LaBouf

Jim Hawkins

Madrigal family

Dead by Daylight

David King

Jeff Johanssen

Ace Visconti

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Felix Richter

Mikaela Reid

Vittorio Toscano

The Trapper

The Nurse

The Doctor

The Huntress

The Legion

Oni

Trickster

Skull Merchant

Other characters

Ash Williams

Carrie White

Dewey Riley

Robert Van Helsing

Coach Boomer

Jareth The Goblin King

Willy Wonka (Chalamet's)

Renfield

Dracula

The Janitor (Willy's Wonderland)

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Dewey Finn

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Mostly for nsfw purposes (mainly monsters)

Yes!

One-shots

Hcs

Drabbles

Nsfw

Freaky nsfw (the monsterfucker kind)

Gore

No!

Long fics

Omegaverse

Scat/Puke

[stargildedskies]

hi! sorry to bother ya, but i noticed you were doing some stuff for rick flag sr. 👀 you totally don't even have to answer this, but since creature commandos is a new show and there's not really much content for it yet, i thought i'd shoot my shot and ask if you might also do some sort of drabble for dr. phosphorus? i don't really care what you do, i'm just starved for content of him now that i've seen him 🥹

Hi my love!

Absolutely no worries, you aren’t bothering me at all. I may be able to do something in the future for him once I get a better sense of his motivations, backstory, and personality behind the outward snark

[justanoasisimagines]

Heroes versus Villians October Event

Hey lovelies, throughout the month of October, I'll be posting twice a day for a hero and a Villian. Below is the list of what's going to be posted.

1st October - Neville Longbottom (Blurb) & Aemond Targaryen (Blurb) 2nd October - Podrick Payne (Blurb) & Victor Zsasz (Gotham) 3rd October - Elijah Mikealson (Drabble) & Charles Vane (Headcanon) 4th October - Steve Rogers (Love Letter) & Clay Morrow (Love Letter) 5th October - Neal "Baelfire" Cassidy (Headcanon) & Phillip Graves (Headcanon) 6th October - Alex Keller (Love Letter) & Rollo (Blurb) 7th October - Harwin Strong (Headcanon) & Ramsay Bolton (Drabble) 8th October - Bruce Wayne (Drabble) & Kraven the Hunter (Headcanon) 9th October - Aethelred (Drabble) & Tom Riddle (Blurb) 10h October - Captain James Flint (Blurb) & Niklaus Mikealson (Headcanon) 11th October - Daryl Dixon (Blurb) & Negan (Headcanon) 12th October - Viktor Krum (Blurb) & George "Digger" Harkness (Drabble) 13th October - Captain John Price (Headcanon) & Cormac McLaggen (Drabble) 14th October - David Hale (Drabble) & Gaston (Drabble) 15th October - Clint Barton (Headcanon) & Aegon II Targaryen (Drabble) 16th Drabble - Gwayne Hightower (Blurb) & Miguel Galindo (Love Letter) 17th October - Adrian Chase (Blurb) & The Joker *Heath Ledger" (Love Letter) 18th October - The Beast (Headcanon) & Vladimir Makarov (Headcanon) 19th October - Alden (Love Letter) & Ceasar Martinez (Drabble) 20th October - Stefan Salvatore (Drabble) & John Walker (Headcanon) 21st October - Johnny "Coco" Cruz (Blurb) & Ivar the Boneless (Blurb) 22nd October - August Wayne Booth (Love Letter) & Troy Otto (Blurb) 23rd October - Ragnar Lothbrok (Blurb) & Damon Salvatore (Headcanon) 24th October - Theon Greyjoy (Love Letter) & Rumplestiltskin (Love Letter) 25th October - Bucky Barnes (Headcanon) & Criston Cole (Drabble) 26th October - Rick Flag (Love Letter) & Koing (Love Letter) 27th October - Simon "Ghost" Riley (Love Letter) & Killian Jones (Drabble) 28th October - Dewey Riley (Headcanon) & Billy Loomis (Blurb) 29th October - John Dorie (Drabble) & Viserys Targaryen (Drabble) 30th October - Matthias Helvar (Love Letter) & Baron Helmut Zemo (Blurb) 31st October - Robert "Bob" Floyd (Blurb) & Stu Macher (Headcanon)

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rick flag

masterlist • dc • 05/26/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 danger high voltage I @foli-vora

𑣲 lover I @/foli-vora

𑣲 free ground I @/foli-vora

You’d never known panic like this. You’d never known pain like this. “Rick? Eyes open. Please baby. Come on now.” ” He’s okay. He’s okay.

𑣲 hear me I @/foli-vora

𑣲 bull ride I @lacontroller1991

𑣲 husband for hire I @/lancontroller1991

𑣲 you’re not bad I @/lancintroller1991

𑣲 nothing will ever be the same pt2 I @loverhymeswith

Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

𑣲 already married I @darling-i-read-it

Rick and the reader are secretly married

𑣲 all settled I @drabbles-mc

𑣲 different I @blackbat05

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

𑣲 love hurts I @coweye

You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

𑣲 hot to go I @seancekitsch

Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game.

𑣲 request I @reveluving

𑣲 pity me, i need you I @ohcaptains

you’re not read to say goodbye, not yet.

[hausofmamadas]

nine people i’d like to know better

Oh yaaaaaas, I love these and thank you for thinking of me!! Because lowkey ngl, if @proceduralpassion hadn’t tagged me, she would’ve been on my tag list sksjsksk (Also, big yes to a Miss-Jackson-If-Ur-Nasty Moment. We humbly stan)

last song: Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead has been abused, on repeat, because it’s going to be the song for my next video and I always go thru a period of being painfully mentally ill with the song inspo before starting the vid sksks like I need to live and marinate in it for some strange reason??? Part of the #process, I guess ???

favorite color: red

currently (re)watching: White Lotus it just seemed right. Plus, I haven’t seen S1 in a hot minute. Also Impractical Jokers has been on religiously for background noise when I’m working or doing other stuff around the house bc I live alone and am allergic to silence

last movie/show: finally got around to seeing The Barbie Movie, Birds of Prey, and The (New) Suicide Squad i.e. the not!shitty one with Idris Elba and now I’m fucking sick over Rick Flag and Harley and it’s fine, the big thing that happens at the end did not upset me in the slightest except that it ruined everything The intent wasn’t exactly to go nuts with the Margot Robbie content but Amazon kept suggesting Margot Robbie things after Barbie sksks so I rolled with it

spicy/savory/sweet: god, spicy is a close second but you know I am a sucker for that sweet, dessert goodness, imean

current obsession: Interview with a Vampire and Hannibal bc the relationship dynamics between the two shows are so fuckin similar and *steeples fingers and cackles maniacally* I’m in the middle of gathering the raw footage for the Hannigram video I have planned

last thing you googled: the last thing I gave a Goog was “renaissance paintings of vampires” for Exchange Reasons that I cannot go into too much detail about bc they haven’t been revealed yet skskskw but that’s honestly such a Tame And Respectable search from me no really, like if you could see my browser history, I am for sure on some NSA list somewhere, at least one SKSKS

No pressure tags: @drabbles-mc, @narcolini, @cositapreciosa, @garbinge, @artemiseamoon, @tofuwildcard, @axreliono, @flightlessangelwings, @ladyrindt, @ethereal-am

nine people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @ravensfreckles thanks love 🥰

last song: all for you by janet jackson

favorite color: green

currently watching: #blackaf lol this show came out in the pandemic and i just never watched it but i wanted to watch something with rashida jones in it after binging parks and rec clips on youtube

last movie/show: a cowgirl's song. idk i was looking for something hallmarkesque and it fit the bill for the moment

spicy/savory/sweet: SPICE me up Scotty 🌶️

current obsession: i binged the chestnut springs series this weekend and YEEFUCKINGHAW 🤠

last thing you googled: "antiarrhythmic drugs mnemonic" baby girl's in med school and needs to know her cardio drugs

tagging: @hausofmamadas @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @etherealnoir @sharpayandryan @bradshawsbaby @when-did-this-become-difficult @drabbles-mc @dahnrana

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

You're So Stubborn (Rick Flag Drabble)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When you are left unconscious in the hospital after a mission, Rick must come to terms with his feelings before it is too late.

Word Count: 667

TW: Unconscious Reader, Hospital, Love Confession

Rick hesitated just outside your hospital room, part of him still too scared to go in. Through the window, he could see the bandages wrapped around a large percentage of your body and all the wires connecting you to various machines. At least they had taken you off the ventilator, but he couldn’t allow himself to feel relieved about this small improvement. He hadn’t seen any of your doctors or nurses today, so he hadn’t been updated on your progress. But after two days in a coma, he guessed there wasn’t much to update him on.

He cautiously took one step into the room. Then another. He kept going one halting step at a time until he reached the chair placed next to your bed. Sinking down into it, he stared at your peaceful face for a few minutes.

Finally, he reached out a gently grasped one of your hands. “Hey, darlin’….How ya doing? Stupid question, I guess. I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner, but it’s just…hard…seeing you like this. And I don’t even know if you can hear me.”

He began slowly running his thumb across your knuckles, mindful of the tubes and wires attached to your hand. “You saved everyone you know. Because of your distraction, I was able to get the rest of the team out. You’re a hero, and I think I might even be able to convince Waller to knock extra time off your sentence for this. But you have to get better, you have to wake up.” But you didn’t stir.

Suddenly, Rick felt a wave of anger surge through his body. He jumped to his feet and began pacing around the room, rubbing a hand furiously across the back of his neck. “God, you are so stubborn! Why couldn’t you listen to me just once! You could have been killed and it would have been my fault! I was supposed to protect you! I was supposed to be the one who took one for the team, not you. Never you.” But just as quickly as the anger had overtaken him, it vanished leaving only a dull ache in its place. Standing at the foot of your bed, he hung his head as he whispered, “Please, darlin’, just wake up. I can’t lose you. I….I love you.”

“………Do you really mean that?”

Rick’s head shot up at the rasping sound of your voice. Through a mask of pain and tiredness, your eyes twinkled brightly at him, a smile dancing on your lips.

He stumbled back from the bed in shock. “What the hell? But-I thought you..”

“I woke up a few hours ago. I was actually a little disappointed you weren’t here when I opened my eyes, but better late than never.” You chuckled hoarsely, but then your face grew more serious. “Did you really mean it? Do you– do you love me?”

Rick looked at the floor, jaw clenched and hands tightening into fists. As glad as he was you were awake, he had never planned on telling you how he felt. After June, he didn’t know if he could handle the rejection.

However, you just reached over and took his hand. “Because I love you. I have since the day you saved me from those guards, when you taught me how to protect myself. And that’s why I did what I did. You’ve saved me so many times, and I just thought this time I would repay the favor. Protect the man I love.”

“I appreciate it darlin’ but don’t ever do that again. But I did mean what I said. I can’t lose you and…. I love you.” He gently placed a lingering kiss on the back of your hand.

You beamed at him but then shook your head with a small chuckle. “I’m so happy to hear you say those words……. Except, this now means I owe Harley $50. Turns out you should never bet against a former psychiatrist about someone’s feelings toward you.”

[princessmisery666]

Made Up Fic Titles Game

I posted this - and got loads of asks. It got the muses flowing so wanted to keep a record of them.

I'm leaving this open indefinitely cause it helped so much!!

Send me a made up fic title and I will tell you what I’d write for it/will write a little drabble.

Not beta read unless otherwise stated

Female reader inserts or unnamed female

Fluff 🥰

🥰Wildflowers At Sunset - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 1,134 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Sometimes We Choose Violence - Dean Winchester x unnamed female - 66 words- requested @deanwinchesterswitch

🥰Just Give Us A Chance - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader - 250 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

🥰Like We Used To - Sam Winchester x Reader - 165 words - requested @marveloust-dog

🥰Blueberries & Cream - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader - 183 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Don't Let Me Down - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 164 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

🥰Crash & Burn - Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader - 341 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

🥰Us vs. Them - Bucky Barnes x Reader - 506 words - requested @deanwinchesterswitch

🥰This Hope In My Heart - Robert 'Bob' Floyd - 700 words - requested @ryebecca

🥰I Would Do Anything For Love.... Including That - Rick Flag - 319 words - requested @a-reader-and-a-writer

Angst 💔

💔The Best Of You - Steve Rogers x Reader - 161 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

💔Yours To Hold - Dean Winchester x reader - 790 words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

💔Meeting In The Darkness - Dean Winchester x reader - 2,882 words - requested - @deanwinchesterswitch

Fluff 🥰 & Angst💔

🥰💔Please Don't Leave - Jensen Ackles x Reader - 4.3k words - requested @cevansbaby-dove

🥰💔Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader / Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader - 6.3k words - requested @justagirlinafandomworld

More to be added.

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // Marvel // Supernatural // Other Fandoms

*updated 17.10.2023 (UK) / 10.17.2023

[ohcaptains]

!!! congrats for ur 10k!!! so happy for u:)

I was just thinking about rick flag + touch starved. like if he comes back from a mission or something and he almost didn't come back to you and he just Wants You😭

slay omg i love rick sm thank u for this

First, you feel him.

Feel a warmth begin to build at your back, followed by the familiar feel of two hands slipping around your waist. “Rick?” you whisper, already knowing it’s him. Smelling him. Already heard the familiar pads of his footsteps as he tried to be quiet, but his body was dead tired, and it was tiresome to tense – to keep his weight distributed, as to not step on the creaky floorboards of your bedroom floor. But still, he tried.

He always does.

“Mm,” he hums into your neck, nuzzling his nose into your skin, and your body immediately responds to his touch. To his hot breath under your ear, followed by his mouth as he kisses you. “Hi baby,” you whisper, reaching down to cover his hand with yours. You relax back into him, pushing your ass into his middle, trying to get comfy, and he groans, deep before the sound twists off into a whimper.

“You okay?” you ask, but you’re twisting around to face him before he can answer. You find him, immediately clasping your palms over his cheeks, checking for marks and bruises. He holds your hands, closing his eyes for a brief second. “I’m okay,” he sighs, not telling you that it nearly wasn’t. “Just – just need to hold you for a second.”  

[navybrat817]

Harley would tease Rick about that stuff. 😏

Nobody's Business

Rick Flag & Harley Quinn, past Rick Flag x June Moone

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo challenge! Bingo square: Monster Fucking

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Is this a loose interpretation of the prompt 'monster fucking'? Perhaps! Was it fun to write anyway? You betcha! I love me a little Rick & Harley moment. No one can take that from me lmao. Also, shout-out to to @garbinge because honestly if we hadn't talked earlier I don't know if I would've ever gotten around to tackling this prompt haha.

Suicide Squad Taglist: @garbinge (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

“So,” Rick grumbled as everyone started to make their way back to the chopper, “from now on I guess we gotta split up the teams a little differently.”

Harley was cackling as she walked beside him. “Why?”

He shot her an annoyed glare. The issues that unfolded weren’t her fault at all, but she definitely knew what the issues were and why he was making the decisions that he was. “You know why.”

She was still laughing, nearly doubled over. She desperately wanted to hear him say it, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be successful in that. It would’ve been funny, though, to hear Rick talking about how they have to restructure how they split up because two members of their team got caught hooking up while they were out in the field and supposed to be doing literally anything other than that. When their comms had gone silent out of nowhere, Rick had split away from Harley to go and check to make sure that they hadn’t gotten killed or captured. What he found was something that he wasn’t ever going to be able to burn from his memory no matter how hard he tried.

“You shouldn’t be kink-shamin’ on the job, Flag,” she said, mostly joking but her tone just serious enough to get a rise out of the man walking with her.

“They shouldn’t be,” he shook his head, sputtering to get the words out, “kink-anything on the job!”

“You never said that.”

Rick tossed his bag up into the helo with a shake of his head. “Didn’t think it needed to be said.”

“Now you know for next time.”

“There ain’t gonna be a next time.”

Harley was giggling at the thought of it. She wished that she could’ve been there to see the look on Rick’s face in person, although she had to assume that his expression when she saw him even a few minutes after the fact must’ve been pretty close. She could only imagine what his face would be like if something like that ever did happen again. It wasn’t completely out of the question. Each time their team went out they were essentially heading out to die, after all.

“Maybe you should try it,” Harley said with a laugh as she plopped down in the seat beside him, their backs against the wall of the chopper.

“Try what?” he asked as he clipped the straps across his chest to keep him in place. He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth but there was no taking them back now.

“I dunno, I’m just sayin’, maybe a little monster-fucking would loosen you up a bit.”

“Harley,” he snapped, keeping his voice quiet but sharp.

“What?!” she sounded genuinely shocked that he responded that way. “It might help!”

He shook his head. “We’re not talking about this.”

She shrugged, relaxing a bit as they prepared to take off and head back to Belle Reve. “Alright. Still don’t know why you’re clutching your pearls like it’s something you’ve never done before.”

His head snapped to look at her. “What?”

“What?”

He knew better than to let the conversation continue, but he was so confused and annoyed that he couldn’t help himself. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You and the Doctor, right?”

Rick’s face hardened instantly, annoyance shifting into something much starker than that. “Don’t.”

“But—”

He cut her off. “Harley, shut it.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t like that with June.”

“June!” Harley exclaimed, the name unlocking part of her memory. “Right. Enchantress.”

“She’s not—” he stopped himself short, trying not to get more worked up than it was worth. “Her name’s June, Harley. And it wasn’t,” he sighed, “it wasn’t like that.”

“Alright,” she held her hands up in mock surrender, “it wasn’t like that.”

It was quiet between them for a few minutes. Rick’s mind was miles and months away from where he was currently sitting next to Harley. Memories playing in rapid succession as he stared down at the toes of his boots. He thought back on it all, wishing that it could’ve ended differently but also knowing that there really wasn’t any other way for it to end. His frown deepened the more that he thought about it.

Harley’s voice pulled him back to the present, chirping the words out beside him. “Still think you should try it.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I’m not talkin’ about this with you.”

She turned to look at him even though he wasn’t looking at her anymore. “You had a girlfriend since her? Or at least, y’know—”

“I said I’m not talkin’ about this.”

Harley nodded. “So that’s a no.”

Rick shook his head, still not looking at her. “You haven’t had a boyfriend since the clown got blown out of the sky.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the way that Harley flinched at that. He almost felt bad.

“Least I got an excuse—you’re not in prison.”

Rick chuckled humorlessly. “Might as well be.”

“’Cause you miss her that much?” she asked, her tone much more genuine than it had been before. There was hurt in her eyes, some of it on Rick’s behalf, most of it thinking about her own situation.

“Do you not know how to drop it?” Rick asked her, exasperated.

“You never answer my questions!”

“Because it’s not your fuckin’ business!”

“C’mon, Flag, we’re friends! Sure it’s my business.”

“We’re not—” he cut himself off. He was about to say that they weren’t friends, but when he stepped back and really looked at his life these days, she was one of the closest things that he had to one. “Doesn’t make it your business.”

Harley frowned, watching him intently even though he refused to look over at her. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation.

Just as he figured, his response didn’t stop her from asking anyway. “How long did it take to get over it?”

Rick let out a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes and relaxing as much as he could force his body to given the current circumstances. “I’ll let you know when it happens.”

[modern-vellichor]

what do you long for?

-summary; Rick doesn't know why he's drawn to you, perhaps because of the cloud of secrecy that surrounds you. He just wants to know who you are. -warnings; angst, death mention. -a/n; The Quiet American, Graham Greene.

The snow fell fast and heavy. It was freezing in the little trailer. Rick couldn't get the heating to work. You shook and shivered in your corner, quietly. You hadn't said a word since Rick opened the door for you. Now you were trapped. The snow was piling up. It was enveloping the trailer. You were sure this was the end. You'd die here, frozen and silent and practically alone. Rick gasped happily from the other side of the trailer. Your train of thought ended and you looked over. He was holding his hands over a hissing radiator, sighing with relief.

"C'mere," he grunted.

You wandered over. The radiator was warming up. You pressed your back against the wall and slid down it. The heat was slowly seeping into your bones. You smiled. Rick watched. That was the first time he'd seen you smile since you left. He mimicked your position. He rubbed his cold hands together and hissed. He watched you out of the side of his eye. You didn't move, your gaze was empty. You had zoned out again. Rick wanted to know what you were thinking about.

Rick had been on countless missions with you. You had been with him since the beginning. You came on every mission with him, always close by his side. You and Rick were the only ones who persevered. You were the only ones who survived. You were the only permanence in each other's lives. Yet Rick knew nothing about you. He knew your name, he knew that you were one hell of a marksman, but that was it. He longed to know about you. He wanted to know everything about it. It was almost obsessive, unhealthy. Rick longed for you.

"We'll get out of this," Rick said suddenly, making you jump. "We always do, don't we?"

You nodded.

"Waller better give us one hell of a break after this. I need a holiday."

"Where would you go?"

Rick liked the rare sound of your voice.

"Dunno. Somewhere hot," he joked.

You chuckled softly. The cold was still seeping into the trailer, but the radiator was hot against your back. You shuffled closer to Rick, just a few inches. He noticed though, and reached out for your hand. His finger tips grazed yours, and then you both stilled.

"The name on your jacket isn't yours," Rick said.

There was an army jacked flung over your shoulders. There was a Colonels' badge under the name. A last name Rick didn't recognise.

"My dads."

You didn't say anything else. You and Rick sat in silence. Eventually, you fell asleep. You slumped against Rick. He coiled an arm around your waist, holding you close and trying to keep you warm. When you woke up, Rick tried tirelessly to get you to talk. You could tell that fear was beginning to set in. He was worried. He didn't want to die with a total stranger. Sure, Rick was your best friend, but you knew nothing about each other.

"Poker," he said suddenly.

"What?"

"Let's play a game of poker," he said, pulling some old cards off of a shelf behind him.

"I'm no good at poker, Flag."

"Neither am I," Rick lied.

You watched as Rick dealt you both two cards, face down, then another three in the middle of you both. Texas Hold'em Poker, Rick's favourite.

"What are we betting?"

"Information," Rick grinned. "I win, I get to ask you a question and you have to answer. And vice versa."

You nodded. Rick won every round. After a few hours, he knew your birthday, all about your parents, and about your little sister back home. He knew all about your childhood, about the constant moving around. He knew about the almost engagement you had in your early twenties. He knew about the tattoo on your hip, about your fear of spiders. He had one thing he wanted to know, still.

"I fold," you said dejectedly.

Rick grinned. He laid his cards on the floor. He would have won anyway. He stared at you, you couldn't look away. You took a deep, shuddering breath while you waited for Rick's last question.

"What's something you long for?"

"What?"

You didn't expect it. It caught you off guard. You never wanted things. You didn't long for things. You couldn't. Not in this line of work. Rick repeated the question slowly, and offered a half-assed, although genuine, explanation. You had to think. You pursed your lips and furrowed your brow. You had to think for a long while before settling on something.

"From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it."

Rick looked at you. Your voice was quiet and on the verge of breaking. He knew where you were coming from. he understood the fear and honesty that coloured your words.

"And I guess I still do. I believed, when I first started this job that maybe I had found permanence. I don't anymore."

"Sweetheart-"

"Death is the only absolute value in this world," you cut him off. "Lose life and you would never lose nothing again forever."

Your stare was blank. You were expressionless. Your words were flat and emotionless and it was unnerving. Rick hated it. He hated this feeling of nothingness. He didn't know if you were sad or angry and it was killing him. So many years, you had been his friend. You always knew what he was thinking. You always had a plan. You always followed his orders. And Rick always knew what to say. Now he was speechless.

"Anyway," you said very suddenly, a false joy in your voice. "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

You picked up the cards and stood up. You didn't wait for Rick. You busied yourself with tidying. You cleaned until there was enough space on the floor next to the radiator for both of you. Rick stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as you lay down. You patted the floor behind you; an order. Rick obeyed and curled around you. You pulled the pile of moth-eaten blankets, sheets and jackets over you.

"Honey," Rick began, a hand reaching out for your hip.

"Go to sleep."

"Please, just- Look at me," his touch was soft, experimental.

"Go to sleep, Rick."

He tried being soft. You were being blunt. You weren't having it. Rick wasn't playing games. At the end of the day, he was your superior officer. He always had been. And you always obeyed.

"Lieutenant," he ordered. Your eyes shot wide open. "Turn around and look at me."

You couldn't start disobeying him now. You were probably going to die out here anyway. The snow was piling up against the trailer. The radiator was banging and hissing concerningly. Cold was nipping at the edges of the blankets. No one was going to find you out here, no one was coming for you. You turned around. It was awkward and you were squashed against Rick's chest, but you refused to move back incase the cold got you.

"Yes, sir?" You recite monotonously.

Rick wanted to tell you that everything would be okay. He wanted to tell you he loved you. He wanted to say that you were his best friend. That he'd be here forever. That death isn't the only thing that's permanent. He wanted to tell you that he'd die for you. And that every day he doesn't tell you he kills himself over and over. Living without you is hell on earth. He loves you. He'd kill his own team for you. he loves you. You and him are permanent. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

But he can't.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He shut his eyes and you watch, curious. He kissed you. You gasped against his lips, your whole body going stiff. Rick pulled away, mumbling an apology. You shook your head. You forced your hands away from your sides to pull him in by the neck. He was more than happy to kiss you again. Suddenly, the cold was indifferent to you. It was hot under the blankets, against Rick.

"We're gonna die out here," he pants.

"No, we're not."

"If we die, then. I don't wanna die without tellin' you that I love you."

You shook your head, again. Before Rick continued, you were tugging on his shirt, forcing his lips back to yours. You slipped your hands under the hem of his shirt, sliding up his waist. He was panting and whimpering into the kiss as you maneuvered yourself to sit in his lap. You gripped the shirt and pulled it clean off of Rick. You heard a bang. Both of you froze. The trailer rocked. You lurched out of Rick's lap, hitting your head during the fall. Neither of you made a sound, not even when you watched a set of sharp teeth sink into the metal of the trailer.

You reached for your gun. The door was ripped out. You sighed in relief, dropping the gun and running to your saviours. Rick stayed back, adjusting his pants while you leapt into Bloodsport's arms.

"I've never been happier to see you, DuBois," you muttered into his neck.

He nodded to a shirtless Rick. You watched as Nanaue chewed on what was left of the trailer's door.

Not another word was ever spoken of that night. You and Rick went on as normal. And every time he saw you shoot a wink as DuBois, or smile at him, or hug him. Every time that you looked at anyone who wasn't him, his heart broke a little. Every day, he killed himself over and over for you.

[loverhymeswith]

Ignore this if you’ve already done 91. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.” With Takeshi kovscs or rick flag- your choice! Babs :)

The Business of Misery | Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: Thank you for the request @babblydrabbly 💖 I was in the mood for some Rick angst this evening!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,206 words

It’s all anyone in the office can talk about. Rick Flag has a date tonight. You chew the end of your pen miserably, trying to drown out the sound of your colleagues taking bets on whether or not he’ll sleep with her. The conclusion, much to your chagrin, seems to be a resounding yes - it’s the new girl working on reception, after all - and in the words of John Economos: “have you seen her? Flag would be mad not to hit that.”

Hearing John’s crude comment, you chew through the pen with more force than necessary, cracking the plastic with your teeth and causing blue ink to leak all over your fingers.

“Shit.”

You push the chair out from beneath the desk, ignoring the curious glances tossed your way as you hurry out of the office and head to the bathroom. As if the day wasn’t already off to a terrible start...

Unfortunately, before reaching your destination you fly head first into a broad and solid chest. Large hands grip your shoulders firmly, steadying you, and as you peel yourself away from the human-shaped obstacle, you find yourself staring up into a familiar pair of hazel eyes.

“What the hell happened to you?” Rick raises an amused brow at the sight of your stained fingers.

“Got into a fight with a ball-point,” you grumble, attempting to side step the Colonel. He seems unusually chipper this morning, thanks no doubt to his upcoming date.

“Better the pen than Harcourt this time, eh?” He smirks, one hand still resting on your shoulder as you purposely ignore his joke. You and Emilia have never seen eye to eye, a fact that everyone working on Task Force X is well aware of.

“Do you mind?” You gesture towards the bathroom door, equally as keen to wash the ink from your hands as you are to get away from Rick.

He releases you, but not without a concerned look flashing across his handsome face. You hate the man’s ability to get inside your head. Even now, it feels like he can read your thoughts from a single glance. For both of your sakes, you hope that’s not the case. Studiously avoiding those hazel eyes now, you slip past him and into the sanctuary of the bathroom.

When you return, hands no longer stained blue, you’re more than a little disgruntled to find Rick waiting exactly where you left him.

“What?” you snap, not bothering to hide the venom in your voice.

You have to give him credit, he doesn’t so much as flinch at your tone. You suppose it's a skill that comes from working under Waller, not to mention the fact that having nerves of steel is pretty much an essential requirement around the prison. Considering everything he has to deal with, one pissed off ex is probably the least of Rick’s concerns right now.

“Somethin's botherin’ you, darlin’.”

You bristle at the pet name and that smooth southern drawl. “Firstly, don’t call me that. Not anymore. Secondly, it’s none of your business.”

He takes a step towards you, his large body towering over you in that way that still makes your pulse quicken.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What makes you assume anything is wrong?”

“Cos you’re lookin’ even more murderous than normal.” His voice softens, almost imperceptibly. “Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

If only he knew the truth. Would he kick his own ass, you wonder.

“Don’t you think you lost the right to jump to my defence when we broke up?”

Arching an eyebrow in his direction, you calculate how quickly you can make it back to the safety of your office. Rick won’t dare continue this confrontation with others around.

“Darlin’-”

Shifting your weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, you focus on a spot over his shoulder, anything to avoid those goddamn eyes. “I told you, don’t call me that. Why do you have to make this even harder than it already is?”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“Is it not enough that I have to hear about your love life from those idiots?” You point towards the office door. “You can’t just go around calling me ‘darlin’’ like nothing has changed.”

Rick’s face falls, but you refuse to acknowledge the tiniest amount of guilt prickling at the periphery of your conscience.

“Why don’t you tell me what I’m s'posed to do, then? Huh?” His gaze travels over you, confusion and pain etched in the lines of his face. “I ain’t just ignorin’ you every time we cross paths in these corridors. And I'm sorry if that don’t suit you, but as for my love life - you ended things with me, remember?”

Of course you remember. How could you forget? You’d grown tired of keeping your relationship a secret. Rick had insisted on hiding it from Waller, fearing that as her number one analyst she’d use your relationship as leverage over him. It seems that same fear doesn’t extend to Sally - or whatever her name is - on reception. You can’t pretend it doesn’t sting.

“I don’t want you to do anything, Rick,” you sigh. “In fact, I just want you to leave me alone.”

It’s a lie. A big, fat one. And of course, Rick sees right through it. He folds his arms, staring you down intently. “Tell me the truth, and I’ll leave you be. What’s got you so worked up? Is this about me goin’ out with Suzie tonight?”

Hearing confirmation of the date from Rick’s own mouth causes your chest to tighten; it’s no longer simply idle office gossip.

“I don’t give a shit what you do, Rick.”

A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I think we both know that’s not true. Tell me what you’re really thinkin’ right now. I dare you.”

“What I’m really thinking?” You can feel your face burning with a mixture of fear and frustration as Rick continues to stare at you, an infuriatingly relaxed expression settling across his fine features. “OK. Don’t go on that date.”

As soon as you’ve said the words, you wish you could take them back, hating the fact that he now knows just how much it’s affecting you.

His brow quirks up, but he doesn’t break your gaze, replying with a simple, “why?”

A beat passes before you answer. Except for the sound of your pulse ringing in your ears, a heavy silence hangs in the air. When you finally speak, your voice is an octave higher than before. “You know why.”

“Say it.”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn't hold back the words any longer. “Because I still love you.”

Rick closes the distance between you in a single stride, taking you firmly by the waist. “Good, because I never stopped lovin’ you either.”

Before you can draw another breath his lips are on yours, and he’s kissing you in that way of his that makes your heart soar, in that way that makes you feel like both of your lives depend on it – perhaps they do.

When he finally pulls away, cupping your cheek, his lips drift to you ear and he murmurs softly, “There never was a date tonight. Don’t you know that you’re the only one I’ll ever want? The only one I’ll ever need.”

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