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The Suicide Squad (2021) dir. James Gunn
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Gimme Harley number so she and Rick can beat peacemaker ass together
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Rick knows his trauma brain is stupid, but at least he has Harley to keep him grounded
*shuffles in awkwardly after a whole ass year* heeeeey y'all, what's up? Finally finished this after promising it for like 6 months... Rick is scared of thunderstorms and Harley helps him through it.
The first thing Harley registers as she slowly wakes up is that it’s raining—heavily—and that the bedroom is about twenty degrees cooler. In fact, she’s actually cold for the first time all summer. It’s been an especially hot and humid summer in Gotham and she and Rick have been slowly dying.
She gets up to shut the window and feels a shiver run down her spine as she sees a flash of lightning outside. She holds her breath and counts the seconds until she hears the faint rumble of thunder. Oh she loves weather like this! It’s one of the only things she likes about summer, quite frankly. That and being able to stare at Rick’s tattoos and bare chest unabashedly since he insists on being hot and miserable shirtless.
She throws the curtains back all the way and has to fight the maniacal giggle she wants to let out at the next flash of lightning. She’s tempted to wake Rick up so he can watch the storm with her but one look at his peacefully sleeping face is enough to dispel that thought. He’s a human space heater so he’s been dealing with the heat way worse than she has. Just this morning she’d caught him standing in front of the open freezer door in just his boxers in an attempt to get some relief from the heat. They have AC but it barely works and despite threats of bodily harm their landlord hasn’t done anything to fix it.
She’s not sure how long she stands there, mesmerized by the light show outside, but she does register that the storm is moving closer. She hears movement coming from the bed when a louder clap of thunder hits, and turns to look. Rick’s tossing and turning, and she frowns—prepared to wake him up if she needs to.
The next clap of thunder—loud enough to shake the whole apartment—has him bolting upright in bed, clawing at the bedsheets in an attempt to free himself.
She springs into action immediately—tackling him back onto the bed. She clamps her legs around his and crosses his arms over his chest so he can’t move and counts to ten in her head. He stops struggling by the time she gets to eight.
She lets go of his hands and loops an arm around his chest. “You okay?”
He lets out a shaky breath and nods.
“Nightmare?”
Another nod.
“Wanna talk about it?”
This question gets a vigorous head shake in response.
Harley rolls over onto her back and coaxes Rick to move with her—so his head is on her chest. He clings to her and buries his face in her stomach. She reaches out to grab her tablet off the nightstand while her other hand moves to Rick’s hair—slowly carding her fingers through the sweaty strands as he relaxes into the contact.
She feels him stir sometime around four in the morning—just when her trashy romance novel is getting good. He mumbles something she can’t hear.
“Hmm? What was that, baby?”
He turns his head so she can hear him better. “I love you. So much.”
“Aww, I love ya too, baby!”
“I’m serious, Harls. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She snorts. “Baby, I’m pretty sure neither one of us would be functioning human beings without each other.”
He chuckles. “You might be right.” Several seconds of silence pass before he adds, “I know I’m broken, and you could leave any time you want, but you stay with me anyway.”
She nudges him. “Sit up for me, baby?”
It takes a monumental effort but he sits up with a sigh. She grabs his cheeks and presses her forehead to his. “Listen to me, Rick Flag, you are not broken—”
He starts to protest but she shushes him. “Sometimes your brain is an asshole, but baby, you’ve been through more trauma than anyone should ever have to deal with.”
“Most grown ass adults probably aren’t scared of thunderstorms though,” he grumbles.
She rolls her eyes. “Lotsa people are scared of storms, hun. You ain’t special. And it’s not even that you’re actually scared of storms—it’s an involuntary trauma response to sudden loud noises which makes complete sense because you were in the military.”
She can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he searches for an answer but before he can another clap of thunder shakes the windows and she can feel him tense up under her hands.
She coaxes him to lay down flat on his back and settles herself right on top of him so her full weight is resting on him—a surefire technique they both use to ground each other in moments like this.
He crushes her to his chest and buries his face in her hair. “What do ya need from me right now, baby?” she whispers in his ear.
“A kiss?” he whispers back, after a minute.
Her breathing hitches—that’s normally her line. She pulls back to look down at him. “You sure about that?”
His hand comes up to cup her cheek before he’s stealing another one of her lines. “Yes, now shut up and kiss me, Harls.”
And then she’s crashing her lips into his.
And after that they’re too busy being wrapped up in each other to pay attention to what’s going on outside.
#dc comics#the suicide squad#the suicide squad fanfiction#rick flag#harley quinn#rick flag x harley quinn#harley quinn x rick flag#rick x harley#harley x rick#quinnflag#rickquinn#harleyflag#thunderstorms#sleepy cuddles#sleepy rambling#pure fluff#sorry i disappeared for a whole ass year#life has been extremely hectic and i had zero motivation#apparently getting drunk with my cat for new years eve was the motivation i needed#happy new years y'all
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Yall ever notice Rick is first to smile in the first Suicide Squad movie when Deadshot misses the shot on Harley and tells Waller so.
That and he partially looks away when Deadshot initially fires the shot, practically shying away from seeing her hurt.
Just saying….
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I'm on a horny rabbit hole into doing a kinky Rick Flag/Harley Quinn fanfic again 😮💨😩
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fanart for “No one makes a better egg sandwich than Sal, but Rick’s are pretty damn close” by Sheena_Is_A_Punk_Rocker on AO3

‘ ‘ He takes a good look at her while she's busy with her food. She's changed into pajama shorts and one of his t-shirts—the yellow one with the bunny on it that he'd gotten in Corto Maltese. Her hair is loose and her face is free of makeup. Rick doesn't think she's ever looked more beautiful. ’ ’
#quinnflag#harley quinn#rick flag#fanart#fic fanart#this is the—what?—fourth time ive drawn fanart for a fic i read?#maybe fifth#idk#anyway#this moment would not leave my brain. its super cute :)#the suicide squad
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How It Goes
Rick Flag x Harley Quinn
Summary: After everything that the two of them had been through together, Rick starts to realize that maybe he's in over his head a little more than he originally thought.
Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of blood/injury, arguing/light angst, canon-typical violence
Word Count: 4.3k
A/N: The way that this fic started because I found a dialogue prompt that I really liked for these two and then I didn't even end up using the prompt in the fic. 😂😂 Oh well! We out here regardless lmao
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The last thing that he wanted to do was try and carry her back to the heli-carrier that was going to get them all home. But looking at her, he knew that there wasn’t going to be much of another choice—there was no way that she was going to be able to walk. Her one thigh was torn right through by two bullets, luckily ones that didn’t hit any vital arteries. And sure, he could’ve tried to make her limp along, but he never would’ve heard the end of it from her and everyone else.
Although as he walked down the street with Harley draped over his arms and her arms looped around his neck, he realized that he wasn’t going to be hearing the end of this either.
“Why don’t we do this all the time?” she asked, laughter in her voice despite the makeshift tourniquets wrapped around her thigh that were keeping her from bleeding out.
“Because you don’t get shot like that all the time,” Rick muttered as he carefully stepped over some of the debris that was littering the street. As soon as he said it, he saw the expression on Harley’s face shift and he corrected himself. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Too late!” She paused, going back and forth between looking around as they retreated, and looking at Rick’s face. It was a mixture of focus and annoyance. More of one of those than the other. “Who knew you were so chivalrous, Flag?”
He didn’t dignify the question with a response. Lucky enough for him, before Harley could keep going, he was walking up the ramp onto the helicopter. The thought crossed his mind for a moment, because he could feel the way she was practically beaming up at him as he carried her, to just drop her into her seat rather than setting her down. He fought the urge, though.
“C’mon,” he grumbled, lowering himself just enough so that when he took his arms out from underneath her, it was a short drop.
“You gonna buckle me in, too?” she asked, dazed in a way that Rick was choosing to blame on the blood loss.
He took his seat next to her, blatantly avoiding eye contact as he strapped himself in. “I think you got that part under control just fine.”
He was staring dead ahead at the empty seat across from him as Harley buckled herself in. He pretended not to hear the fit of giggles that she was descending into, mumbling things more to herself than to him. But even with his attempt to make his thoughts louder than her voice, he still caught a few words here and there. For some reason, the post-mission banter among the rest of the crew just didn’t seem quite as loud as it usually did. He knew that he heard her say his name once or twice, and he chalked it up to her usual rambles, trails of thought that really didn’t lead anywhere in particular.
They were only a few minutes into the ride when he felt the weight of her head pressing against his shoulder. He tensed at the contact. Once he realized what it was, he panicked for a moment, wondering if she was just resting against him to bother him, or because she actually fell asleep, or if she passed out from the blood loss.
He turned his head just slightly, just enough to look at her. He couldn’t see her face well, but he could tell that she was still breathing. He leaned slightly, trying to get a better look at her expression. He saw enough to see that there was a tiny upwards curve to her lips. That was all he needed to see to be sure that she wasn’t dying against him like that.
“All those muscles,” DuBois spoke up from the other side of the heli-carrier, “and you’re still just her fuckin’ pillow after all this.”
Rick shook his head. He wanted to have a quip in return, but he knew that anything he said was just going to dig himself deeper into the hole that he was already in. Most everyone else on their crew would get distracted and move onto the next thing within a few minutes, and if not that quickly, they’d forget about it once they got back to Belle Reve. Not Robert, though, and Rick knew it. And it was annoying.
Instead, Rick shut his eyes too, leaning back against the wall behind him. He made sure to sit straight enough that his head wouldn’t drop and rest against Harley’s.
He woke her when they got back to the prison. She groaned, swatting him away like that would change the circumstances at all. Rick rolled his eyes. “C’mon, Harley. Time to go.”
“You at least gonna carry me again?” she asked, prying her eyes open.
“No,” Rick answered without hesitation as he undid the straps keeping him in place. “They got a stretcher for you.”
“You’re gonna come visit me though, right? When I’m all laid up?” Her usual grin was back on her face.
Before he could answer, give her the sarcastic remark that was resting on the tip of his tongue, the door opened and the medical team came to get her.
As she was carried off, she called back, “If I get a cast, Flag, you gotta make sure you sign it!”
Rick was shaking his head, grabbing his bags from the floor. He didn’t even realize that DuBois hadn’t gotten off the carrier until the man was talking right behind him. “Put a heart around your fucking name while you’re at it, yea?”
Rick shook his head as he shouldered his bag. “Congrats on ten more years off your sentence.” He walked towards the exit door, not bothering to turn back around as he asked, “How many does that leave you with again?”
He could hear DuBois’ laughter, and that was good enough. He walked in the opposite direction of the prison, knowing that he was going to have to go to HQ to talk to Waller now that all of this was over with. Wrapping up one thing and no doubt she was already going to have something else lined up. He wondered what the lag time between missions was going to be this time around.
When Harley came-to in the medical bay, she had no idea how long she’d been out. For all she knew, it could’ve been hours, or it could’ve been weeks. What she did know, though, was that her head hurt and every muscle in her body felt sore, stiff. Groaning, she started to pry her eyes open. She tried to bring her hands to her face, wipe the sleep from the corners of her eyes, but she only was able to lift them a few inches before they were stopped. The clinking of metal on metal sounded through the room, and she felt the cold pull of handcuffs against her wrists.
“God, even when I’m asleep?” she whined. “Come on, guys, that’s just not fair!”
She heard someone huff out a chuckle from beside her bed. “Don’t think they were convinced you weren’t faking.”
Her eyes popped open at the sound of his voice. Turning her head, she looked over at him. “Flag?”
He kept his eyes trained on the folder in front of him, but the smile that was slowly starting to creep onto his face spoke volumes. “Welcome back, Harley.”
“Did I die?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. They just knocked you out.”
“If they knocked me out, then why,” she shook her wrists, causing the cuffs to jingle against the bed railings, “why did they—”
Rick silenced her with a look. All he had to do was flick his eyes over to her, eyebrows raised slightly, and she knew.
She laughed, head dropping back against the pillow. “I guess.”
He let his gaze drift back to the file in his lap. “How you feelin’?”
“Like I wanna touch my face, and I can’t.” She thrashed slightly against the mattress, the best she could do for a tantrum given the circumstances. “They can’t just give me one hand?”
“I’ve seen the damage you can do with one hand,” he argued.
“What are you even doing here if you’re not helpin’ me get out?”
Closing the folder that he’d been looking at, he finally leaned back and took a good, long look at the woman lying on the bed next to him. “Came to talk to the new team. Thought I’d stop in and see if you were conscious yet on my way out.”
She smiled, her previous annoyance with him instantly fading. “How long you been waitin’ there for me?”
“Long enough,” he responded sarcastically.
“Aw, you waited for me!”
He rolled his eyes. “Somethin’ like that, I guess, yea.”
She shimmied up as best she could, trying to get herself a little more upright even though the bandages wrapping around her leg felt like they were constricting her movement. “So, new team, huh?” She leaned her head back but still turned to look at him. “Where we goin’?”
“We?”
“Yea!” she chirped. “Next mission! Where is it?”
“Harley,” he shook his head, and for a moment it almost looked like pity crossed his face, “you can’t go.”
Her brows furrowed. “Why not?”
He nodded towards her leg. “Expectin’ me to carry you everywhere?”
“I mean,” she looked down at her bandaged leg and then back at him, “it would be nice.”
He laughed. “Ain’t gonna happen, though.”
“So you’re goin’ without me?” she sounded genuinely hurt at the mere idea of it.
Rick couldn’t believe that he found himself feeling bad about it. Things were so different now than they were the first time he met her.
“C’mon, Harley,” he said, his drawl shining through a little more, “you know how it goes—I don’t pick the team.”
“But if you did, you’d wait for me to get better before you go, right?”
He studied her face for a moment. Under different circumstances he would assume that she was just trying to yank his chain again. More slick commentary just to get a rise out of him. But as she was laying there gazing over at him, handcuffed to a hospital bed that they weren’t going to let her out of anytime soon, he couldn’t help but to think that she was being genuine. She was actually upset that she wasn’t going to be going back out into the field with him for whatever the next mission was.
“You know it.”
Her smile was small, but genuine. “Good. You know, you could tell Waller that she can’t send you out there without me. Who’s gonna keep you company, really, you know?”
Rick chuckled. “Trust me, I know.”
“You’re a real softie underneath all those muscles, aren’t you?”
“Harley…” his tone had a hint of warning to it, not that she’d ever heeded it before.
“I mean, look at us!” She motioned between them with her hand as well as she could with the cuffs binding her wrists. “You came here to hang out with me!”
“I didn’t come here—”
“And you never would’ve done that a few years ago when you met me.”
He sucked in a deep breath, knowing that he wasn’t going to win the argument against her. “No,” he conceded, “I wouldn’t have.”
She laughed at his agreement. A real laugh, not the fabricated ones she used to let out way back when he first met her. Not the same delirious giggles that she’d made on the way back from their mission when she was light-headed from blood loss. It was a genuine laugh, like she was really enjoying the little moment between them despite all of the circumstances surrounding them trying to make it impossible to find a good moment in the midst of any of it. If bullet holes and hand cuffs couldn’t strip her of her joy, Rick was pretty sure nothing could.
Even with the cuts and bruises, even with her hair in a mess because no one in the prison hospital was going to take the time to really do it right, do it the way that she wanted it done, she still looked good. Even without her makeup, her lipstick, even with all the chips in her nail polish, it still crossed Rick’s mind that he wouldn’t mind sitting there in that uncomfortable prison hospital chair for a little while longer.
That train of thought caught him off-guard. His eyes widened for a split second as he realized what he was thinking before he shook his head at himself and tried to focus on just about anything else.
“I’ll be good to go for the next one, at least,” she said, giving a definitive nod of her head.
“Sure thing.” He stood up out of his seat before gesturing to her bandaged leg. “They didn’t even give you a cast. You’ll be fine.”
“Means you can’t sign it, though.”
“I think you’ll manage.” He rapped his knuckles against the railing running along the side of her bed. “I’ll see you soon, Harley.”
“You better.” She flashed him a smile, feeling a fleeting sense of victory when he mirrored one back to you. He got a couple strides away before she piped up again. “Flag?”
He stopped, turning to face her. “Yea?”
“Be safe out there. You know, since you don’t got me watching your back.”
“No promises but I’ll try.”
The mission didn’t go smoothly, to say the least. They never did. That was the whole reason his team got assigned to things in the first place. If missions were easy, if they would be straight-forward victories, it wouldn’t be a Task Force X problem. It wasn’t as though when Harley was running missions with him they miraculously went well, but this was the first one he’d run without her and it seemed more hellish than usual.
He’d missed that somewhere along the way that the two of them had gotten good at working together. It was a far cry from where they were when they started out. As the weeks turned into months, he vaguely remembered being less and less bothered by her, by the work they were doing together. It was a slow shift for sure, because it wasn’t as though their jobs were pleasant ones. But things crept along so slowly and quietly that he had gotten taken for a ride he didn’t even realize was happening.
The last thing he wanted to do was tell her any of that, though. The entire chopper-ride back to Belle Reve all he could do was sit and stew in those thoughts. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the mission was complete, and most of the team was coming back alive and in one piece, all he had time to do was sit there and think.
When it came time to make the decision to either go inside Belle Reve or take off towards his car so that he could get back and wrap things up with Waller to go home, he didn’t know which direction to go in. He was exhausted, and clearly not thinking straight, so maybe whatever would get him home faster would be best. But he also found himself wanting to go and check on Harley, no matter how stupid it seemed when it spelled it all out.
The decision was made for him when his phone started to ring, Waller’s name flashing across it. He turned and started to walk towards his car as he answered, saying an unenthusiastic, “Yeah?” into the phone as he walked.
When he saw Harley next, it was weeks later, and she was all patched up like nothing had ever even happened. She strolled onto the chopper with her bag slung over her shoulder, all decked out in red and black like a few weeks before she hadn’t been shackled to a hospital bed.
“Got to pick this team then, Flag?” she asked with a laugh as she dropped her bag to the floor between the two rows of seats lining each side of the heli-carrier.
And just like that, it all came rushing back. In the weeks away, he told himself that he was just too tired and overemotional, that he was letting his very normal concern for a teammate who got shot turn into something that it wasn’t. Chalked it up to some sort of reverse Stockholm Syndrome. He told himself that some time away, a somewhat decent sleep schedule, and not being shot at for a bit, would get his mind right and he would be able to keep his head on straight. And it was working when he didn’t have to look her in the eyes and hold a conversation with her. Now he had to again, and all of the lies that he had been feeding himself came to a screeching halt.
He cleared his throat, shaking his head and hoping that his expression was as neutral or as unamused as it usually was. “You know that’s not how it works.”
She rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. “You gotta get better at lying. At least to make me feel better.”
He chuckled, shaking his head before gesturing to the empty seat. “Park it, Harley.”
She gave a fake salute. “Whatever you say, Colonel.”
They were dropped down into the thick of it, just like always. The only ones who had even a sliver of their shit together were Rick, Harley, and DuBois, as per usual. Not that they ever really gave each other that kind of credit out loud.
Harley huffed, resting her head back against the wall that she and Rick were both pinning themselves back against, just out of reach of the bullets flying in their direction. “Oh, fuck this,” she snapped. Reaching across Rick’s torso, she grabbed the gun from his hand, one that was much larger than the handgun that she always carried with her.
Rick’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realized what she was doing. “Harley!” he yelled, like that was going to do anything to stop her.
Harley was already around the corner and shooting before Rick even finished calling out her name. He might not have been successful in stopping her, but Harley was certainly successful in getting both Rick and DuBois to come out from their somewhat safe waiting spots and start doing some damage to get them to move forward. It was reckless, but then again that was their whole purpose, wasn’t it?
When they made it to the makeshift checkpoint, Rick immediately pulled Harley off to the side. He kept his voice low, but anger was dripping off every word. “You’ve gotta stop doing that shit!”
“What?” she sounded genuinely confused, her eyes flitting back and forth between his face and his hand that was resting on her shoulder.
“What?” he repeated back, eyes wide. “Going out there with no cover! You could’a—”
“We always could’a, Flag,” she cut him off. “That’s kind of our whole thing here.”
“You just got outta the—”
“Can you two find time to do this later?” DuBois interrupted, annoyance heavy in his tone. “We have a fucking mission, in case you forgot.”
Both Harley and Rick had looks on their faces like they had plenty to say in response to his comment, but there wasn’t time to get into it all. Instead, they took it on the chin and got back to business. There would be time for arguing later.
No one had to be carried back to the chopper this time. A few of the team were limping, worse for wear, but nothing that some bandages, painkillers, and down-time wouldn’t fix. Rick and Harley were walking side-by-side at the front of the pack. They matched each other’s strides, but neither of them were looking at each other. Outside of orders and confirmations, there had been no discussion between the two of them, no side-commentary like they usually had.
They didn’t look at each other the whole flight back to Belle Reve.
“Alright, Quinn,” one of the guards said when they got back, “looks like you’re checkin’ out of Hotel Belle Reve.” He laughed. “For now, at least.”
“Screw you,” she snapped, taking the small bag containing the few things that she had on her when she was arrested and brought in the latest time.
Rick’s angry expression shifted to surprise. “That was it?”
“That was it?” she sounded shocked, almost offended. “How many missions have we done? At ten years a piece?”
He frowned, not having thought about it that way with her. Mostly because she never brought up that part of it whenever they were working, unlike everyone else who was vocal about the fact that they were only doing what they were doing with Task Force X because of what they were getting out of it.
“Right.”
She started walking towards the gate, still in her mission getup. “I’m getting the fuck outta here! See ya!”
It took him a moment, but Rick eventually got his legs working alongside the rest of him and he took off after her. It only took a few long strides to close the gap, but even once he was beside her again, it wasn’t as though Harley was turning to look at him or talk to him. He didn’t take his eyes off her, waiting for her anger to falter for even just a brief moment so she would glance over at him. With the speed that she was walking away, they were going to run out of parking lot soon.
“Just gonna follow me? Wait for me to slip up again?” Harley asked, still not looking at him.
“No. Can you—will you just stop?” he snapped, exasperated.
She huffed, loud and dramatic, but she didn’t keep walking. Folding her arms over her chest, she turned so that she was looking at him head-on. She waited a moment for him to speak up and say something, and when he didn’t, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly. “Well? What?”
He furrowed his brows, the words that came out of his mouth not the ones that he had been planning on saying when he first started going after her. “What’re you gonna do now?”
She rolled her eyes, propping her hand on her hip. “That what you came here to ask me?” She paused. “And since when do you care so much, anyway?”
He shook his head, knowing that he couldn’t really blame her for her annoyance at the moment. “Just never thought about it.”
She sighed. “What do you want, Flag?”
“About earlier—”
“I know, I know,” she cut him off, throwing her hands up in defeat. “It was stupid, reckless—”
“Will you just let me fuckin’ talk?” he snapped.
She recoiled, knowing it was a little deserved. “Fine.”
He took a breath, straightening himself out and getting himself together. “It was stupid, and it was reckless,” he said, making the same small gestures with his hands that he did when he was getting serious while they were out on a mission. “The whole reason we get sent out there as a fuckin’ team is so no one has to do cowboy shit like that.”
She shrugged. “It worked, though.”
He shook his head, looking up at the sky for a moment before looking back at her again. “Yea. But what if it didn’t? What if you got shot again?”
“Since when are you so concerned about everyone’s safety?” She scoffed. “They call us the fucking Suicide Squad!”
“Yea, but that doesn’t mean you gotta live up to the name. You almost died last time!”
“I was fine! They didn’t even give me a cast!”
Rick knew it must’ve looked ridiculous, the two of them descending into a screaming match at the edge of the prison parking lot. But he was too deep in it now to let it go. “That doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen again!” Sucking in a deep breath, he let his head hang so that he was staring down at the blacktop. “Dammit, Harley, why do you have such a problem with that?”
When he finally peeled his gaze up from the pavement and looked at Harley, the anger had faded from her face. She had a smug grin on instead. “You were actually worried, huh?”
“Don’t.”
“You were!” She laughed and gave him a light shove. “Colonel Flag. Big ol’ mush.”
He was shaking his head, like that would undo the heat flaring up in his face. “Alright. Enough.”
“You could’a just said that.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I was tryin’ to get there but you started yellin’ at me before I could.”
She pointed at him. “You yelled at me first.”
“You took my gun,” he retorted.
She laughed. “I did. I did do that.”
They stood there silently for a moment before Rick finally asked, “Now what?”
Harley tilted her head slightly. She made a big show of thinking, like she was weighing out a dozen different options. Rick was watching her expectantly, unable to even pretend he knew what she was going to say to him next. More often than not, he didn’t know what to expect with her. But he really didn’t expect her to step in and kiss him. She did, though. She had one hand resting against the side of his face and Rick froze up for a moment at her touch before he finally kissed her back.
When she pulled away, she was still smiling. She watched him try and sputter out a few sentences before finally putting him out of his misery and saying something first. “Figured it took you that long to just say you were worriedabout me. Who knows how old I would’a been before you got around to kissin’ me.”
The laugh he let out was choked with surprise. “Wow. I—alright.”
“Whaddya say, Flag?” She batted her eyelashes, like she didn’t already have him hook, line, and sinker. “We leavin’? Or you gonna make me walk?”
He laughed as he nodded, already reaching for his keys. “We’re leavin’.”
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Not teen wolf
But all I want it to be in a poly relationship with either Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley or Rick Flag and Harley Quinn.
#not teen wolf#but i love them#eddie diaz#evan buck buckely#buddie#911 abc#rick flag#harley quinn#quinnflag#the suicide squad
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I can't get over the fact that even on tiptoe she's not as tall as him 🥹

“You were gonna save me? 🥺”
#dc comics#the suicide squad#the suicide squad fanart#rick flag#harley quinn#quinnflag#THE HUG#even on tiptoe she's not as tall as him 🥹
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Nadia
Main Blog: @oh-great-authoress
She/Her | no longer a teenager | 🇺🇸🇵🇭 and Proud | Neurodivergent | Roman Catholic | Slytherclaw | ESTJ
🌸My Peeps🌸
This Blog will never have any explicit content, but I would greatly prefer if I could see my followers ages in their profile.
I do not give my permission for any of my stories to be reposted (reblogs are very very welcomed) and/or fed into any AI program of any sort.
Fandoms I Write For:
Top Gun
Ships
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky X Reader
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky X Sarah Kazansky
Top Gun: Maverick
Ships
Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Reader
Pete “Maverick” Mitchell X Reader
Star Wars
Ships
Reylo
Gingerrose/Gingerflower
DCEU
Ships
Quinnflag
House M.D.
If you’d like to join my taglist, just send me an ask!
Masterlist below the cut!
Updated 8/21/24
Top Gun 1986
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky
Wherever You Go
X Aviator!Reader
Written for @roosterforme’s Top Gun Rocktober Fic Challenge
✨Ongoing Series✨
New Chapter 3/15/24
Synopsis: Tom Kazansky made a mistake.
Or rather, a series of mistakes.
He chose to take the assignment as an instructor at TOPGUN.
He fell in love with one of his students.
He broke her heart.
He chose to leave TOPGUN, and redeploy.
Now, he was stuck onboard the USS Nimitz with the woman whose heart he broke, with no way out.
Unbelievably, that’s not the problem.
Problem is, he still loves her.
Somewhere Out There
X Wife!Reader
Written for @valmare
Synopsis: Deployments are hard, but when you have someone to come home to, someone to love, that makes things easier, painful as it may be.
Dangerous Games
X Navy Nurse Wife!Reader
Synopsis: The saying goes “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”.
Well, Mrs. Thomas Kazansky is about to learn another version of this saying; “Play dangerous games, win dangerous prizes”.
But she doesn’t exactly mind.
The Comfort of Your Arms
X Nurse Wife!Reader
Written for @callsign-skydancer
Synopsis: When a bad day at the ER leaves Mrs. Kazansky a wreck, she goes to the only place she knows she’s safe.
A Warm Wind Blowing the Stars Around
X Sarah Kazansky
Synopsis: A mandatory visit to Naval Medical Center San Diego leads to more than Tom “Iceman” Kazansky thought possible.
Family
Headcanons
Synopsis: Family has a great deal of meaning for Thomas Kazansky.
It affects and has affected him in more ways than one, and it continues to influence and shape him.
Top Gun: Maverick
Jake “Hangman” Seresin
If You Please
X Lawyer!Reader
Written for @roosterforme’s Top Gun Rocktober Fic Challenge
Synopsis: It’s not everyday that one’s best friend gets married, it’s not everyday that one is asked to be said friend’s Maid of Honor, and it’s certainly not everyday one meets a gorgeous, blond naval aviator.
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
Safe and Sound
X Seresin!OC
Synopsis: After leaving her violent and abusive husband, Anastasia Seresin has known nothing but fear for months.
Always looking over her shoulder, wondering if he’s found her and their son, Luke, again.
With nowhere left to go, she turns to her younger twin brother, Jake, hoping that finally, she’ll have fled far enough.
But when she meets Bradley Bradshaw, her world is turned upside down, and she’s left wondering…
Will she have the courage to love again, and to let herself be loved?
Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing
Mavdad/X Penny Benjamin
Synopsis: What do paperwork and a manicure have to do with Pete Mitchell getting the happy ending he never thought he would?
Everything, apparently.
Up Where We Belong
X Writer!Reader
✨Series Completed 8/21/24✨
Synopsis: When a writer experiencing horrible writer’s block goes to the Apple Valley Airshow for inspiration, she meets a certain older, daring naval aviator, leading to maybe a little more than just inspiration.
Gen Fic
Bradley’s Uncle(s) (And Dad)
Dagger Squad Crack
Synopsis: The Daggers look through Mav’s TOPGUN class yearbook.
What they see surprises most of them.
In other related news, Bradley would like to bleach his brain.
And his ears.
#pinned post#top gun#top gun fanfiction#top gun fanfic#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick#top gun: maverick fanfiction#top gun maverick fanfiction#top gun: maverick fanfic#top gun maverick fanfic
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Rick and Harley like to fuck. A lot
It's exactly what it says on the tin. Rick and Harley are feral for each other. I wanted to write more explicit smut so here we are. Nothing but pure filth below the cut
Rick and Harley’s relationship started with the hindrance of steel prison bars and bombs implanted in necks, under the watchful eye of Amanda Waller. Neither one of them dared to hope for more than clandestine visits to her cell and frantic kisses under the cover of darkness while on missions together.
But after Corto Maltese they find themselves with the opportunity to just be together—and they take full advantage of it.
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Harley almost always wants sex after she has nightmares—and at first Rick hadn’t understood why. She’d bashfully explained that she finds sex healing and it’s how she feels closest to him. After that it’s been easy to indulge her every whim.
“Shh, Harls, I got you, you’re safe,” he murmurs in her ear as her heartbeat gradually slows down. He hugs her tightly and kisses her hair, letting her know he’s right there and not going anywhere.
It’s not surprising when she asks for a kiss, which quickly leads to more.
His kisses move downward as he slides a hand up her shirt to caress her stomach. His fingers pay extra attention to that god awful brand that Joker had given her. He still wants to shoot that bastard right between the eyes.
She gasps and arches her back into the contact. He absolutely despises the term “making love” but he can’t help but admit that it certainly describes what’s happening currently. This isn’t down and dirty fucking. It’s intimate, and soft, and healing—for both of them if he’s being honest.
He slips her shirt over her head and then starts pressing kisses down her chest—and then lower. He pauses when he gets to the waistband of her panties. “Still with me, Harls?” he asks, with a kiss to her stomach.
She nods frantically. “Keep goin’! Please!”
He slips her panties down her legs and proceeds to trail kisses up her legs, giving her inner thigh a little nip that has her gasping. He can’t help but smirk.
He moans at the first taste of her on his tongue and revels in the gasp she lets out at the sensation. He quickly gets to work making her come on his tongue—which isn’t hard to accomplish.
He’s about to try two for two when she’s yanking on his hair. He takes the hint and kisses his way back up to her mouth. She moans at the taste of herself on his lips.
“Need ya inside of me, right the fuck now,” she pants in his ear—and he happily obliges.
He manages to make her come twice on his cock before he lets himself tumble over the edge with her. He makes a move to roll off of her so he doesn’t crush her but she clamps her arms and legs around him tightly—signaling that she wants what she’s dubbed “weighted blanket cuddles”.
He carefully presses her into the mattress with his full weight and she sighs. She absolutely adores weighted blanket cuddles. He’s asked her before if she can even breathe when he’s laying on top of her like this and her response had been a cheerful, “Nope, not really! But don’t ya dare stop!”
He’s finding that it’s very difficult to deny her of anything. He’ll follow her anywhere and do whatever he possibly can to keep her smiling.
She scratches at his scalp gently as her breathing evens out. He leans into the contact and kisses her collarbone.
Eventually he does move but he makes sure to keep holding her as he does, so she ends up right on top of him—right where she wants to be.
“Think you can sleep now, Harls?”
“Yeah,” she sighs contently. “I love ya, baby.”
“I love you too, Harls,” he replies with a kiss to the top of her head. “Get some sleep.”
The nightmare doesn’t come back.
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Harley has a hard time keeping her hands to herself whenever she sees Rick without a shirt on. She can’t help it—she has a thing for tattoos.
She stumbles into the kitchen around ten to see him already busy making himself coffee. All he’s wearing is a pair of plaid pajama pants—leaving his back and gorgeous arms on full display.
She sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his torso—rolling up on her toes so she can playfully bite his shoulder. He chuckles and grabs her hand. “Mornin’, Harls.”
He turns around to face her and leans down to give her a gentle kiss. She quickly deepens it. She really can’t help it—she pretty much wants him 24/7. Luckily the feeling is mutual.
He turns them around to hoist her onto the counter without breaking the kiss. She wraps her legs around him and gasps as his kisses move downward. He playfully nips at that spot that always drives her insane as his hand slides under her shirt to caress her stomach. She’s come a long way since the first time they did something like this. Her Joker scars are still a sore spot but she no longer gets hung up on Rick seeing them.
She tilts her head to give him a better angle as his hand moves up to grasp her breast.
“Want some coffee?” he asks, already knowing what her answer is.
“Maybe later. Right now I need ya to fuck me,” she manages to get out.
“Yes ma’am,” he responds, moving his hands to the waistband of her underwear so he can peel them off of her.
He doesn’t fuck her on the kitchen counter though. Instead, he makes sure he has a good grip on her before carrying her to the living room. He manages to get to the couch without dropping her or tripping over the coffee table. She crashes her lips back into his as her hands fumble with the waistband of his pants. He moans as she grabs his cock and she revels in it—the feeling of having control over him like this is addicting.
She manages to pull him free and wastes no time in sinking down onto his cock with a moan. He grabs her hips hard enough to leave bruises and guides her movements—and it’s not long before they’re careening over the edge together.
She collapses into him—both of them breathing hard. He strokes her back gently as they slowly pull themselves together again. Once she feels coherent enough to speak she picks her head up and tells him, “Mornin’, baby!”
He chuckles and kisses her forehead. “Ready for that coffee now?”
“And waffles!”
She reluctantly gets off his lap and lets him lead her back into the kitchen. He gets to work getting all the ingredients for waffles out while pouring coffee and milk into her favorite mug. She hops up onto the counter and watches him happily as she sips her coffee—he makes it just right every time.
She can’t enough of the sheer domesticity of her life now. Before Rick the idea of that felt unattainable. It was certainly never something Joker could’ve given her.
“I can feel you starin’ at me, Harls.” Rick comments, as he mixes the waffle batter.
“Can ya blame me?” she teases back.
He doesn’t respond verbally but she sees the small smile on his face.
“I just really really love ya,” she tells him.
He pauses what he’s doing and turns to face her, stepping in between her legs to get as close as possible. “Love you too, Harls.”
Her heart skips a beat whenever she hears him say that. She’s the luckiest gal in the world. She feels safe and legitimately happy for the first time in her life and she can’t get enough of that feeling.
She wraps her arms and legs around him tightly and just revels in the feeling of being wrapped up in his presence.
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Sometimes they don’t even make it to the bedroom. Sometimes after a night out they’re a little drunk, a lot horny, and very very in love. And like most things you love, you surround yourself with them, or… pin them to the wall.
Harley pounces on him the second they make it through the door—legs going around his waist. He presses her against the nearest wall and nips at her throat as his hands fumble with the waistband of her shorts. She whines as his hand slips into her underwear to graze against her clit and he moans against her neck when he feels just how wet she is.
“Fuck me!” she pants in his ear. “Please!”
His hand reluctantly retreats and he sets her down so he can get her out of her shorts and panties as quickly as possible. She yanks his shirt off and he groans at the feeling of her nails against his chest.
He lifts her back up and lines them up before thrusting into her wet heat. Both of them moan at the sensation.
He stills for a moment to let her adjust but she’s quickly urging him to move—and he happily complies.
His hand slips down her chest to the bundle of nerves between her legs and she bites his lip—hard—to suppress the scream she wants to let out—the last thing they need is another noise complaint.
It’s not long before she’s coming on his cock and he’s quick to fall right after her.
She’s completely boneless and he grips her tighter to make sure she doesn’t fall.
“Have I told ya lately that I love ya,” she manages to get out as she gets her breathing under control.
He grins. “Does this morning count?”
He pulls out of her reluctantly and makes a move to set her back down but she clamps her legs and arms around him tighter in response. He gets the hint and makes sure he has a good grip on her before walking them to the bedroom.
He sets her down on the bed gently and pulls her shirt over her head. “Think you got one more in you, Harls?” he asks with a wicked grin.
She moans and lays back against the pillows as he crawls on top of her.
The next round is slow and gentle.
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Sometimes the desire hits at the most inconvenient times. Like when they’re in front of other people.
In a very rare occurrence, Rick is out and about with Harley, Ivy, and Selina. They’re in an old rundown dive bar that has the best deals on drinks and the girls are about three rounds of mixed drinks deep.
He lets his mind wander as he watches the baseball game playing on the bar TV and half listens to the women chitchatting—his role here is just to be Harley’s ride home honestly. He has his hand on her thigh—nothing sexual about it, that’s just where he puts his hand when they’re sitting next to each other.
He rubs soothing circles with his thumb and without thinking about it inches his hand higher. Harley doesn’t pause in her storytelling but does tense up under his touch. He makes a move to pull his hand back but she quickly claps her hand over his to keep him right where he is. Oh, now he gets it.
He takes a sip of his beer to hide his smirk and goes to work seeing what kind of reaction he can get out of her without anyone noticing.
“Um, I think we gotta go!” she announces loudly, just before his hand reaches her panties under her dress.
She says her goodbyes quickly and then yanks him out the door and to the truck parked down the street. Once they’re inside she grabs him by the shirt collar to pull him closer so she can crash her lips into his.
“You,” she says, “are a god damn menace.”
He chuckles. “Who was it that was encouraging me, sweetheart?”
“Take me home, right the fuck now, Colonel.”
They make it home in record time but don’t make it to their apartment. As soon as he has the truck in park, Harley is launching herself over the center console and into his lap. She kisses him hard and claws at his belt buckle. He laughs at the whine she lets out when she can’t figure it out.
He pushes her hands out of the way and undoes his own belt before she can scream in frustration and attract unwanted attention.
“This what you want, Harls?” he teases, as his hands crawl up her back.
She nods frantically and presses desperate kisses up his neck and to his ear. “Fuck me, please!”
“Well since you asked nicely…”
He reaches under her dress to find that she’d discarded her panties somewhere on the drive home. She’s practically dripping for him. He curses under his breath and hurries to undo the button and zipper on his jeans.
He’s inside her in the next fifteen seconds and they moan in unison at the sensation. She rides him—hard and fast—and with one swipe of his thumb against her clit she’s tumbling over the edge with him not far behind.
“I love ya, so much,” she says in a daze once she’s coherent enough to speak.
He chuckles. “Love you too, Harls. Now let’s get upstairs.”
She’s completely boneless and insists on being carried upstairs—which he does happily. He would go to the ends of the earth for Harley Quinn and still has trouble believing she’s actually his. She could’ve chosen anyone she wanted and chose his broken, traumatized ass.
She stirs in his hold and nuzzles her nose into his neck. “Mmm, we almost home, baby?” she asks sleepily.
“Almost there, Harls,” he responds with a quiet laugh.
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Contrary to what most people probably think, Rick and Harley aren’t always fucking like rabbits. A lot of times all they do is cuddle—when she’s nursing a hangover, when he’s dealing with a migraine, when they’re too busy paying attention to the cheesy horror movies they’re watching. These moments are some of Harley’s favorites.
There’s no Waller, no bomb in her neck—just her and Rick, sharing an apartment in the bad part of town with a shower that leaks. She never thought she’d get this way back when she first admitted she had feelings for him.
Sure, the sex is fantastic, but more than anything she just loves the fact that she gets to be with him.
He pauses in his ranting about all the inaccuracies in the war movie they just watched once he realizes she’s staring at him with what she’s sure is the dopiest grin ever. “You okay, Harls?”
“I just really love ya. I hope ya know that.”
He gives her a soft smile that makes her heart skip a beat. “I love you too, Harls.”
And sure, they do end up fucking after the second movie is done, but they don’t want to love any other way.
#dc comics#the suicide squad#the suicide squad fanfiction#rick flag#harley quinn#rick flag x harley quinn#harley quinn x rick flag#rick x harley#harley x rick#quinnflag#rickquinn#harleyflag#things got spicy#that was entirely intentional and i regret nothing#pure filth#trying to tag this in a way that won't get it shadowbanned#rick and harley are feral for each other and making it everyone else's problem
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Finally biting the bullet and going to write a QuinnFlag fic with Harley in one of my favorite Harley outfits curtesy of the Batman: Dark Prince Charming comic that I legit hunted down for so long just cause I loved the outfit that much.
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I swear to God that quinnflag fic I promised y'all is coming! 😭 Life has been insane and writer's block is a bitch
wilf (wip i’d like to finish)
#writing#writer's block#i promise the quinnflag fic is coming#hopefully by new years#I PROMISE#i feel so bad#and i have so many others planned for next year I PROMISE
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Squid's Fanfiction Masterlist
I just wanted to put a list of all my fic in one place on tumblr for the hell of it. I may perhaps also be procrastinating rn but that hardly matters! So, here are all my posted works:
Stranger Things:
Cunningway
She Tastes of Bubblegum : 326 words [✓]
Existence Herself : 602 words [✓]
Blondies, Brownies, and Kitchen Catastrophes : 4,595 words [✓]
Your Number in the Pocket of My Jeans : 1,077 words [✓]
Ceramic Hearts : 63,582 words [✓]
Knowing is Touching Hands : 1,432 words [✓]
Hold Me Like You're Scared To Lose Me : 842 words [✓]
From the Shallows : 1,292 words [✓]
Pink Cheeks, Aching Wrist : 1,926 words [✓]
A Colour So Divine : 1,095 words [✓]
Red Strings Tether Secret Hearts : 851 words [✓]
Pumpkin Guts : 1,495 words [✓]
Can We Skip The Shovel Talk? : 2,205 words [✓]
dear daffodil, my daffodil : 712 words [✓]
Porcelain. Gold. : 583 words [✓]
Even On Bad Days : 758 words [✓]
To Cherish and be Cherished : 427 words [✓]
Princess : 426 words [✓]
Meet Me After Work : 2,176 words [✓]
The Courage to Stop and Stare : 646 words [✓]
In a Patch of Sunlight : 434 words [✓]
The Cat Curse : 612 words [✓]
Harringrove
I've Been There For A While : 1,004 words [✓]
Sometimes Werewolves Need Baths Too : 4,374 words [✓]
Dear Moor Monster of Mine : 15,746 words [✗]
Not Quite Less Than Romantic : 2,624 words [✓]
2:46 AM : 4,901 words [✓]
Love me in the night : 3,277 words [✓]
The Curse of the Byers' House : 2,906 words [✓]
A Rainy Date : 2,089 words [✓]
Like Fireworks Across A Dark Sky : 1,922 words [✓]
Sleeping In Cars : 4,164 words [✗]
Cheerparty
letters that i can never send : 25,571 words [✓]
Bubblescoops
Love is Just Another Leap of Faith : 18,774 words [✓]
Byergrove
to taste, as you would a galaxy : 9,498 words [✗]
Byver
show yourself, i’ll capture the moment : 2,229 words [✓]
Steddie
More Dead Than Alive : 7,636 words [✓]
Crimson Gloves : 3,203 words [✓]
Gen
Waffles Fix Everything : 925 words [✓]
Sharpie on Stone : 1,730 words [✓]
Maybe this is family : 902 words [✓]
Bone and Black Vein : 304 words [✓]
Not How Magic Works : 1,195 words [✓]
Harry Potter:
Harry/George
Communication and Cuddles : 1,173 words [✓]
Anxiety and Acceptance : 1,146 words [✓]
Christmas and Candles : 5,700 words [✓]
Severus/Sirius
Lions and Snakes and Phoenixes, oh my! : 21,089 words [✓]
Wolfstar
The Tale Our Stars Tell is of Beauty and Tragedy : 2,117 words [✓]
Gen
Severus Snape and the Burden of Responsibility : 16,491 words [✓]
Harry Prince and the Philosopher's Stone : 27,455 words [✗]
Broken Boys With Loaded Shoulders : 2,180 words[✓]
Thank Me When I Deserve It : 2,571 words [✓]
Andi Mack:
Wonah
Best Day : 2,015 words [✓]
Rester
Really : 1,403 words [✓]
Tyrus
A Couple's Costume : 1,478 words [✓]
Suffocated : 1,193 words [✓]
❤️Tyrus❤️ : 4,816 words [✗]
Ambi
🧡Ambi🧡 : 4,849 words [✗]
Muffy
💛Muffy💛 : 2,122 words [✗]
Jibby
💚Jibby💚 : 287 words [✗]
Gen
💙Landi💙 : 1,326 words [✗]
Thunderbolts:
Gen
burn so fast, it scares me : 1,172 words [✓]
The Suicide Squad:
Quinnflag
Someone I Just Want Around : 3,228 words [✗]
Teen Wolf:
Sterek
What He's Good At : 5,197 words [✓]
Detroit: Become Human:
Gen
Thirium Pooling in His Chest (Bleeding Different, Feeling the Same) : 4,145 words [✓]
Arcane:
Jayvik
Our Legacy Forged in Destiny : 8,724 words [✗]
Encanto:
Camilo/Reader
Playing Pretend : 50,283 words [✗]
Little Nightmares:
Gen
The Ache : 1,254 words [✓]
The Host:
Wanderer/Ian
Between Sleeping and Waking : 1,809 words [✓]
#yayyyy fic masterlist#not that people read most of my fics cause i write for ships that maybe 10 people have any interest at all in#but YAYYY!! :D#we're gonna ignore the andi mack fics lol#i was like... idk... 15 when I wrote those??#a girl's allowed to write awful first person POV for her blorbos when she's a fandom baby#also love how plainly this list displays my insanity#cunningway really are the girls of all time to me#i will write for them again soon ^-^
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Drabbles-MC: Suicide Squad Fics
Fic list under the cut!
👀= smut, 💔= angst
- Nobody's Business (Rick Flag & Harley Quinn, past Rick Flag x June Moone) 💔
- Get Me Outta Here (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)
- A Bet's A Bet (Rick Flag x F!Reader)
- How It Goes (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)
- All Settled (Rick Flag x Reader, past Rick Flag x June Moone)
- Family Reunion (Rick Flag & Steve Murphy, Narcos & Suicide Squad Crossover)
- Hands All Over (Rick Flag x F!Reader) 👀
#the suicide squad fanfic#suicide squad fanfic#the suicide squad#suicide squad#rick flag fanfiction#rick flag#rick flag x harley quinn#harley quinn fanfiction#harley quinn x rick flag#harley quinn#quinnflag#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc#masterlist#rick flag x reader#rick flag x you#x reader#x reader fic
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Just The Right Amount of Crazy
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hvjp5xQ by skyromaniac Rick notices something strange is going on with Harley. She's like, really into his arms. He thinks. He's definitely not oblivious at all. Gift for Sheena. Thanks for being the best! Words: 1757, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), DCU Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Rick Flag Relationships: Rick Flag/Harleen Quinzel Additional Tags: Tattoos, Horniness, Fluff and Smut, SO MUCH FLUFF, Gift Fic, Idiots in Love, Quinnflag read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hvjp5xQ
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