#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.

[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.”

[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

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

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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RICK FLAG

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all rick flag stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 05/26/24

@foli-vora ⭒ danger high voltage ⭒ lover ⭒ free ground 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. ⭒ hear me

@lacontroller1991 ⭒ bull ride ⭒ husband for hire ⭒ you’re not bad

@loverhymeswith ⭒ nothing will ever be the same pt2 Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

@darling-i-read-it ⭒ already married Rick and the reader are secretly married

@drabbles-mc ⭒ all settled

@blackbat05 ⭒ different You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?

@coweye ⭒ love hurts You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

@seancekitsch ⭒ hot to go 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.

@reveluving ⭒ request

@ohcaptains ⭒ pity me, i need you you’re not read to say goodbye, not yet.

[loverhymeswith]

'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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[deanwinchesterswitch]

Bibliophile ~ Inspired by an aesthetic. (James ‘Sawyer’ Ford x Female Reader) {Drabble}

Chance Encounter ~Aggrieved mandatory attendance at a friend’s party turns into an exhilarating chance encounter. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader) {Ficlet}

Forever’s a Long Time ~ Rick made a mistake. Before he has a chance to fix it, he’s called away on a mission. (Rick Flag x Female Reader)

Happy Birthday, Doll ~ Bucky has a special surprise planned for her. (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

I Kinda Thought ~ One night is never enough (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader) {Drabble}

Lightning Rod ~ Despite the chaos that often surrounds each of your lives, he is the calm in the storm. (Jack Reacher x Female Reader)

Run Away With Me (Sam’s version) ~ He can’t let go. {Ficlet}

The Edge of Fate ~ Cursed by a jealous witch, Benny and Isalie must wander through time to find their way back to each other. (On Hiatus)

[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

Billy Lenz

Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher and Mickey Altieri)

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

Quicksilver (any)

Jack Russell

Steven Grant

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Peter Parker (any)

Doc Ock (Olivia or Otto)

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

George Stacy

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

DC

(movie or series versions)

Bruce Wayne/Batman

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

Chris Smith/Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Disney

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

Beetlejuice (Keaton's)

Hellboy

Abe Sapiens

Prince Nuada

Oc

Mostly for nsfw purposes (mainly monsters)

Yes!

One-shots

Hcs

Drabbles

Nsfw

Freaky nsfw (the monsterfucker kind)

Gore

No!

Long fics

Omegaverse

Scat/Puke

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Do you happen to have any fic recs for dick grayson or rick flag, tmi but I woke up so not well today 🤢 hardly been able to escape the bathroom so preferably not smut fics I've had enough of bodily fluid 🤣🤢

Oh no!!! 🥺 I'm so sorry to hear that!!! I hope you feel better soon! 💖

I haven't read any Dick Grayson fics for a while so I can't think of any off the top of my head but I will try to look back through my likes and reblogs to update you 💖 But I'm shamelessly going to mention my drabble I'm Not Sick because while short, it seems appropriate for your situation 😅

For Rick Flag, you can't go wrong with anything by

@loverhymeswith (her Rick Flag masterlist and definitely check out this series)

@babblydrabbly (her Rick Flag masterlist and I highly recommend this series)

both of whom have a selection of non-smut Rick fics.

I also highly recommend

@anniesocsandgeneralstore's Rick x OC series

@mayhem24-7forever's Angel with a Shotgun

@that-sarcastic-writer's Drunk and Dreamin'

I know I am forgetting a ton of people and fics and I'm sorry! There are also some great writers I didn't mention because they mostly write smut but don't think you didn't cross my mind 😉

I hope you feel better soon, anon! 💕

[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

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

A Picture's Worth 1000 Words (Rick Flag Drabble)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: It was an accident, something you were never supposed to see. However, when you borrowed Rick's notebook, you never imagined what you would find inside it.

Word Count: 950

TW: Fluff, Love Confession

Alt. POV Rewrite

Waller had been running everyone so ragged the last few weeks, was it really that surprising you had fallen asleep during the briefing? Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to notice, but Flag sure had. When you finally woke up at the conclusion of the meeting, you found half a dozen pens shoved in your hair. Glaring over at your fellow officer, he just chuckled behind his hand and shrugged. But then he smartly darted out of the meeting before you could confront him.

It took you nearly twenty minutes to finally track him down outside the cafeteria and as soon as you did, you threw the handful of pens at his head. Dodging most of them, he gave you a charming half-smile. “Hey, serves you right. You know the rules. Anyone who falls asleep durin’ a briefing is free game to mess with.”

“Yeah, but could you have been more obvious! If I hadn’t been sitting behind Nanaue, Waller would have noticed in seconds!”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.”

“No, you and I did make the rules! It’s our game, you jackass.” You punched him playfully on the arm so he knows you’re not really mad. “However, to make it up to me, can I borrow your notes? I obviously missed everything she said in there.”

“Sure, but I already dropped my notebook back in my office. I can get it for you after lunch.”

“Do you mind if I just go get them now? I’m not really hungry and I want to get caught up in case Waller wants to discuss it more later.”

Rick shrugged again as he headed into the cafeteria. “Whatever works for you. It should just be layin’ on top of my desk.”

You find his notebook exactly where he said it would be. But as you began flipping through his notes, you suddenly froze. There, right in between a page listing the squad members for this mission and a page detailing the extraction plan, was a drawing. You had seen Rick doodling in his free time before (usually violent depictions of what he would like to do to Waller given the chance) but you had never seen one of his pictures like this.

The sleeping person in the drawing was you. It was obvious from the clothes and the hair, but you had never seen yourself look this beautiful before. Long eyelashes that brushed your cheeks, full lips parted just ever so slightly, neck elegantly extended to the side as your head tilted in sleep. The shading accentuated and highlighted each area to perfection, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. This was not just another doodle during a long meeting. This was a work of art that was filled with love and devotion. But this couldn’t be how Rick saw you….could it?

“No! Wait!” Rick suddenly burst through the door breathlessly, the remains of his tacos all over the front of his jacket. It must have finally dawned on him what else that notebook contained besides just notes. When he saw what you were looking at, he glanced back and forth between you and the book a few times before finally settling his gaze on you.

“What is this, Rick?” You asked softly as you held up the drawing.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he stormed over and tried to rip it from your hands.

But you dodged out of the way, clutching the notebook tight against your chest. “This isn’t nothing. This is…...I’ve never even imagined I could look like this…But-but why did you draw it? Why like that?”

“Just drop it, okay? I was bored and I just wanted to draw something. I saw you asleep and….”

“And what? Rick, why did you draw me looking so…so beautiful?”

Rick shrugged and in a low voice that was almost inaudible said, “I just drew what I saw.”

A new thought occurred to you, and you began flipping through the rest of the notebook. Rick dove at the book, trying to stop you from seeing anything else. But it was too late. Near the back of the book, you saw page after page of sketches of you. In uniform, in your covert ops gear, in your workout clothes, laughing, scowling, smirking, smiling. Each one was as detailed and as beautiful as the last.

Looking up at your partner, you whispered, “Rick?

His face had gone a deep red and his jaw was clenched as his gaze bored holes into the floor. You walked over to him, only stopping when you were practically touching. You stared at his chiseled chest for a moment, gathering your courage. Then, reaching up, you placed one hand behind his neck and pull him down to your lips.

He didn’t fight back like you expected. Instead, he surged into you, immediately lifting you up as his arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctually, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you over and placed you on his desk. He tore off your jacket, exposing your thin tank top underneath. His lips left yours with a moan as he began peppering kisses across your jaw and down your throat.

However, as much as you had always dreamed of this and as much pleasure that was currently flooding your system, something still nagged at the back of your mind. “Rick, there is one thing I need to know.” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to trail kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, causing your eyes to flutter with desire. “That picture you drew in the meeting today was so detailed, so beautifully sketched and shaded……How long was I asleep?”

[ghostofskywalker]

thanks to the overwhelming majority on this poll, i will be doing drunk drabble requests this evening! i will write everything based on the order they come in

prompts should be somewhat short, these won't be giant fics so just a dialogue prompt or a short situation prompt would work :)

star wars clones: cody, crosshair, echo, fives, fox, hunter, jesse, kix, rex, tech, thorn, hunter, wolffe, wrecker

star wars non-clones: anakin, obi-wan, phee, padme, din, poe, cassian

marvel: peggy, wanda, natasha, sharon, maria, kate, bucky, tony, clint, loki, sam

other fandoms: dieter bravo (the bubble), benny miller (triple frontier), rick flag, harley quinn

[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.”

[artemiseamoon]

Coming up

1. Decided by Fate

2. Update for Damage Control

2. Alternative ending 1 for After this is over

4. Draft release: TF Rick flag , the guys & ofc

6. Vampire John wick #3/ finale

7. Bonus (post finale) chapter for Milk & Honey

8. A Steven Grant drabble for writers iron chef

- subject to change, this is based off my current mood and what comes to mind first -

If looking for links (in progress works), go to my masterlist or here, my recent writing round up.

A03 news, why i temporarily set my fics to users only

[babblydrabbly]

I posted 1,264 times in 2022

That's 765 more posts than 2021!

294 posts created (23%)

970 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@a-reader-and-a-writer

@loverhymeswith

@heresathreebee

@lorecraft

@reysorigins

I tagged 1,131 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 207 posts

#babblyanswers - 161 posts

#recs - 123 posts

#writing - 123 posts

#fic rec - 109 posts

#mywords* - 96 posts

#joel kinnaman - 90 posts

#areaderandawriter - 87 posts

#anon - 80 posts

#rick flag - 76 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#i feel like every time you post i’m just like ‘whelp this is my new fave katy fic. now this is my fave. now this one.’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Male reader w/ vigilante "I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me."

adrian chase x m!reader; mature - kissing, suggestive touching

You open your eyes when you feel Adrian stop drawing patterns across your bare shoulder with his thumb gently. You glance at your shared reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet door. Adrian lays behind you, still spooning you like he did when you'd fallen asleep.

His brow is furrowed, an uncharacteristic frown pulling all his other features down as he stares at something out the window. When you turn onto your back, the look vanishes, replaced with that bright smile again.

"Is something wrong?" You ask him. Adrian sits up on one elbow. He puffs out his bottom lip, feigning confusion with the shake of his head.

"What do you mean?"

You lift a hand to trace his bottom lip idly. "You were upset just now."

"How'd you..." He lets go of any pretense and drops his gaze away from you. "I was thinking about your friends."

"My friends? What about them?"

Adrian falls onto his own back with a soft whump, drawing the covers to his chest.

"They don't like me much, do they?" He says, and the tight-lipped smile he shoots over at you breaks your heart a little. "A few of them were at Fennels the other day and I-"

Adrian sighs, shooting up suddenly. He turns to sit toward you with his legs crossed as he levels you with a guilty look- like he's about to confess something dire.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. But I overheard that you mentioned me to them and their opinions were... less than spectacular. They were really vocal, actually."

You frown, sitting up. "They were making fun of you?"

It was true- you had finally told your work friends about your relationship with Adrian. You expected some judgement; some of them had gone to high school with him. They had 'warned' you about how odd and unpopular he was, to which you'd promptly shut them down for it. Apparently it didn't take.

"Well, they're gonna get use to it, or else. I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me." You tell him firmly. Taking his face in both your hands you make him look at you.

Adrian blinks, surprised by your sudden conviction.

"Well, that was emphatic." He chuckles, grinning.

You lean in swiftly and Adrian's eyebrows shoot up as he catches your sudden kiss, his eyes squeezing shut.

You yank the covers off and shift around until you're straddling his naked lap, all the while never breaking the kiss. Adrian nearly falls off the edge of the bed behind him, catching you around the waist with a stifled groan.

You slip your hand between the two of you, your grasp wrapping around Adrian's stiffening length. "I'll show you emphatic, Chase."

Drabble prompts ♡

305 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

#4

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344 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#3

The Crazy is Mutual || Vigilante x Reader || Oneshot

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warnings: Language. Canon-typical violence. Blood. Kissing. Some frottage.

Wordcount: 1k+

[ A/N: Spoilers for Peacemaker S1E5! My first Vigilante fic, technically. This one's mostly just silliness with a little spice. ]

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459 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#2

there for you || mcu!peter parker x reader || oneshot

A/N: A simple face sitting prompt with Peter that got a little out of hand! Alas, I regret nothing. @biracialdisaster @spooky-ghosts

Smut - hurt/comfort - 3k words - Warnings: Friends/Roomies with benefits. Bruises/injuries. Post-NWH. NWH Spoilers. Peter and f!reader are in their mid-20’s. Kissing. Drug usage (marijuana). High sex. Oral (f/m). Sixty-nining, heyoo.

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496 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can we have drabble with "Whatever you do, do not turn around!" Prompt with Vigilante. The world needs it. #vigilantexreader

vigilante x gn!reader; general

You cough through the dust and debris, your hands extended to keep from bumping into anything.

The warehouse above you rumbles as more of the structure threatens to fall. You do your best to stand where nothing might topple over onto you.

Behind you, you hear movement in the rubble.

"Vee?!" You shout, "are you okay?"

"Y/n!" Vigilante exclaims, and relief floods you. He sounds okay. But then: "Just- stay right there! Whatever you do, do not turn around!"

"What?" Your body acts without thinking, but you stop yourself before you do exactly the opposite of what he asks. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" He's using that tone you know by now means he's trying to make light of something.

Finally, you hear him approach you, and then he's by your side, looking just fine. Your eyes scan his suit as best you can in all this dust; he really did look okay.

"What happened?"

"My, um." Vigilante sags a bit. He didn't like lying to you, as important as his oath was. As close as the two of you were, he never slipped up when it concerned his real identity. ...But maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell you, since you hadn't seen anyway.

"My mask got knocked off my head a little. No biggie!"

You blink, finally noticing the space between his neck and collar bone is exposed, the base of his mask still slightly askew.

Your stomach does a little dance. It's the first peek of skin you've ever seen on him- the first peek of any part of him really. You can see flushed skin and a light dusting of freckles.

You reach out without thinking. Vigilante stills.

You slip the last bit of his suit back into place, covering up his neck properly.

"There." You say as you smooth your fingers over the fabric. You offer him a bright smile- you're just happy he's okay.

And Adrian's breath hitches under the mask at your touch. Even obscured by his red visor, your grin can make him lose his train of thought. He doesn't even notice the way the cool air of the warehouse suddenly disappears from his skin.

Drabble prompts ♡

633 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

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[loverhymeswith]

Anticipatory Grief | Rick Flag x F!Reader

673 words | TW: Grief. | A short drabble about anticipatory grief, inspired by personal experience and the song "Fear of Dying" by Alison Wonderland.

And I'm never gonna make you choose

Don't you know you're someone that I just can't lose?

Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta-reading.

She hadn’t known there was a term for it. 

That two simple words could sum up the sense of impending loss consuming her every waking moment. Even when he was home, her chest felt too tight, her heart too heavy; the hours they spent together tainted by the knowledge that any day could be their last. 

Lately, the dread had started creeping into her nightmares, too. In the smallest hours, somewhere between late night and sunrise, she would wake with worry, unable to imagine how she could possibly go on without him. 

Rick Flag was her entire world.

She hadn’t been looking for love the night their paths first crossed, but it had tripped her up and sent her falling straight into the colonel’s arms all the same. He was a contradiction: strong and tough and fearless, but with the gentlest of hearts. One lingering glance into those caramel eyes was all it had taken. She was hooked.

Perhaps it would have been better if he had hidden the truth about his work, but he was an honest man and he’d laid out all his cards from the very start. Leading the secret task force came with an expiry date. 

“One day, darlin’, I won’t be comin’ home.” 

For that very reason, he had tried pushing her away. Over and over again he would plead with her to leave him; to find someone better  - someone permanent. It broke her heart at the time, but finally, she understood. He was trying to spare her from this. The anxiety. The overwhelming sense of helplessness. The Anticipatory Grief.

It was exhausting, missing Rick before he was even gone.

She often wondered if he experienced it too. Was he plagued by the same sleepless nights she suffered? Did he lie awake, committing her face to memory, as he listened to her softly breathe beside him? He’d tried convincing her that it was easier for him; he said he wasn’t afraid to die. But the crease between his eyes and his strained smile told a different story. He was sparing her from further heartache.

She felt it most keenly when he returned home from a mission and held her that bit tighter, his large, warm body wrapped around her as if he might shelter her from their brutal reality. It might be a relief to have him back in her arms, but it was only a temporary bliss. Each minute that ticked by was another minute closer to the end. 

What little time they had left together was precious. Every second needed to be perfect. From picnics on the beach to cross-country drives and everything in between, they planned it all. She was probably trying too hard, but Rick humoured her anyway. If they spent every moment occupied, they didn’t have time to think about him being gone.

It wasn’t easy.

She had grown to despise their cell phones. She found herself forever listening out for those terrible sounds that could steal the breath from her lungs and cause her knees to weaken. Every incoming message was a potential request for Rick to ship out. Every late-night call might be the one that finally shattered her.

Often, the fear and hopelessness of their situation robbed them of speech. They would lie tangled in the sheets, overcome with emotion. Knowing they should be grateful for another small reprieve, a stay of the executioner’s hand. But that’s all it was. A delay of the inevitable. The missions were growing both in length and in danger. Rick’s scars were rapidly multiplying, but she catalogued as she had always done, her fingers tracing every red, pink and silver line that marred his skin. 

She wished she could burn the image of him into the back of her mind so she would never have to picture life without him.

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