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Drunk and Dreamin'- Rick Flag

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Request: can i get a rick x reader pregnancy fic 🥺 bonus points if the reader is still a member of the suicide squad 👀👀

Note: I mixed it with a drunk Rick prompt I saw last night, I thought itd be cute to mix them together. Hopefully you like it and you're satisfied with the request.

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, mentions of pregnancy, mostly just fluff, rick being cute af

WC: 3.4k I dont know what it's like to write short fics

A/N: soooo heres more rick because like we love this man, I love this man and yeah, hes on my mind 24/7. Like I said I mixed the pregnancy request with a drunk Rick thing I saw. @dreamingindigital posted it first, so if they see this hey, thank you for letting me do it hope you like my adaptation of what you said. And as for the rest of yall, hope you like it too

It was a weird feeling, being alive. Making it out of a mission and coming home for another day, sleep in your own bed one more night and fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved one more time. You never knew if you were coming back from a suicide mission, or if Rick was. Hell, maybe you'd both bite the dust then. You didn't know. But you knew that every day you were alive, away from bullets and blood, and with the man you loved, that you wouldn't take for granted.

So when you both and Rick made it alive out of that damn island, he insisted on going out for drinks when you got back to America. Go crazy, live like it was your last day, and God knows if it would be. You weren't exactly on board with the idea, since well, you found right after getting to America that you were pregnant, and of course it was Rick's. Other than that, you perfectly knew he almost got killed in that island, he got stabbed with that piece of ceramic and it damn near killed him, you wanted him to rest. And you, well, you got beat up, as did everyone else, but thanks to some higher power or maybe just luck, you didn't get hurt too badly, you didn't get stabbed, gunned down, crushed, or face-hugged xenomorph style by a starfish so, that was a win for you. Still, you'd rather just go home and shower, wash off the blood and death off your body. And just rest so maybe you could tell Rick the news. But Rick was persistent, you didn't know what it was, he wasn't the drinking 'till I pass out type, but maybe almost dying made him want to live more, outside of the walls of Belle Reeve or some top secret location where he'd possibly die.

"We're alive, sweetheart, let's enjoy it." He told you.

The man almost got killed, you could at least give him that. If he wanted to get drunk you'd let him, he deserved it. You could always tell him tomorrow, you knew you wouldn't die tonight at least.

So as reluctant as you were, you joined him in his quest to get drunk, you guessed. Well, it was mostly in spirit and moral support, because you weren't drinking. You did join him on the floor once he got drunk enough to want to dance with you, arms around each other, bodies pressed together and holding each other even if the song didn't match the slow and close vibe you were going for. You didn't care, you needed to hold each other and you'd be damned if you let go of that man.

It was fun, you weren't going to lie, for once you felt like a normal couple, out, drinking, dancing, laughing like you didn't have a single worry in your mind, not the task force, not where will you be next, not the killing, not Waller, nothing. It was just you and Rick, together, only thinking about each other. Even if it was just for a minute. But maybe now it could be like that, but not just for a minute.

You were honestly surprised how quickly Rick got drunk. I mean, he was drinking by himself despite his insistence on you joining him, he was confused at first by how adamant you were about not drinking, but he surprisingly didn't question you anymore after the first round of shots. So he downed all the shots and beer in a matter of a few hours. And you would think he was a bad drunk, loud and messy, but it was quite the opposite. He was a very touchy and affectionate drunk.

You nearly jumped, ready to swing a punch when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you were met with a hard chest. It took you a second to realize it was just Rick, and you relaxed, happily leaning into his chest. You felt him leave a lazy wet kiss to the side of your head before he leaned into your shoulder, pressing the side of his face into your neck. He was warm, hot and a bit sweaty, his own body heat was making you hot, but you didn't mind. And you smiled, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

"Did I ever tell you you smell really fuckin' good?" He hummed, slightly slurring his words and making his accent slightly thicker.

You giggled, taking in his own scent. It was a mix of faint sweat from the hot atmosphere of the bar, the smell of liquor still on his tongue and the faint smell of his aftershave still lingering on his freshly shaven jaw. It was an interesting mixture really, honestly one would think it's not necessarily the most enjoyable of smells, but you liked it. It was comforting really. It smelled like home, because he was your home.

"Oh yeah?" You chuckled, "you like the smell of sweat and death?" You retorted, running your fingers through the short dark blondish strands.

"Nah," he hummed when he felt your fingers and shook his head, rubbing his face further into your neck. "You kinda smell like, like vanilla. Yeah, you smell like vanilla, and cinnamon and— and you smell like all the pretty things in the world." He mumbled, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he nodded, as if to confirm what he was saying.

"Oh," you couldn't help but laugh, a loving smile he couldn't quite see plastered on your lips, "that so?"

"Mhm…" He hummed, nuzzling further into your neck and his big arms nearly squeezing you into a bear hug, "you smell like you're pretty. 'Cause you are pretty. So so pretty…" his voice got softer and quieter, going almost inaudible by the end as he trailed off, exhaling deeply and he was suddenly leaning into you, putting half of his weight on you, making you blow out a sharp breath.

"Rick, baby." You tapped the back of his head, instantly feeling him slightly lift it, "you okay pretty boy?"

"Mhm.." He exhaled tiredly, "just resting my eyes for a second, sweetheart." He mumbled before going right back to the place in your neck. You chuckled fondly, knowing he was probably falling asleep, exactly like that, standing and all.

"Okay, come on, I'm taking you home, okay?" You turned around, hearing him groan quietly and when you looked up at him you almost wanted to awe out loud. His eyes were half closed and hooded, barely looking at you and his pale cheeks were flushed bright red, it was kinda adorable honestly.

"A pretty girl's takin' me home? Aren't I lucky." You couldn't hold in your laughter this time. When you laughed, he narrowed his eyes at you and slightly tilted his head in confusion.

"Yeah, absolutely," you giggled, brushing your hand over his cheek and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "alright, come on big guy."

You slung an arm around his torso, and he instantly slung an arm over your shoulder, practically leaning into you like you were a pole or something.

"Goddamn." You sucked a sharp breath when you felt his weight on you, barely being able to hold him upright, because he couldn't even do that himself. This was going to be a long walk to your car. You took a deep breath and used all the strength you could gather to lead him through the small groups of people still gathered around the bar.

Damn, this man was big and heavy. And he was putting most of his weight on you. He was also leaning into you as you walked, making you stumble to the side too.

"Oh my God Rick," you groaned softly when he slouched over you, both arms hanging limp over your shoulders, head hanging as he practically leaned his entire body into you. You had to plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn't fall with him, "Rick you're 6'2 and like 200 plus pounds, and you're putting all of that on me. Come on." You groaned, trying with all the strength you could gather to get him to stand upright.

Rick eventually lifted his head up, eyes wide for a second as he looked around for any form of threat, but then his eyes fell on your significantly smaller form trying to carry all of him. It took him a minute to stand by himself, mumbling what you assumed was a 'sorry baby' but honestly, you could barely understand him at this point.

Still, you managed to get him into your car, shoving him in the passenger's seat, where he instantly crossed his arms over his chest and slouched. You figured he probably fell asleep like that because you didn't hear a single word from him the whole ride. All you could hear was the quiet sound of the radio playing and his faint snores, confirming that he was in fact asleep. You let him, I mean when was the last time this man actually got proper sleep? Without having to sleep with an eye open? Yeah, he'd be pretty damn tired.

As much as it made you feel bad waking him up, you had to, you weren't going to let him sleep in the car. So once you parked your car, you got out and walked all around over to his side, where you opened his door for him and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly so you wouldn't startle him and potentially catch a flying fist. When you did, his eyes immediately shot wide open and his whole body got tense as he looked for whatever startled him awake. Much like you earlier, he visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on you.

"Come on pretty boy, let's get you to bed." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead before helping him out of the car. He instantly slouched against the car, using it to keep himself upright. You sighed. This was going to be difficult. "I know you wanna sleep but I need your help to get you inside, okay? Please don't fall on me."

You grabbed him again, this time having to wrap both arms around his torso to even get him off the car. Rick made somewhat of an effort to get himself going, this time he threw both of his arms over your shoulders and leaned his head on yours, mumbling how pretty you were, how badass he thought you were and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was cute really, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was so damn drunk he probably wouldn't even have said all of those things. He'd probably deny he ever said something that cliche and sappy, too.

Eventually you got the 6 foot something giant up to your shared place. You had no idea how, but hey, you managed to get the soldier through the door, up those stairs and into the safety of your home. The next step was getting to your bedroom, which may sound easy, but Rick was bumping into shit everywhere. He even started cursing at whatever inanimate object would get in his way. It was fucking hilarious, you had to force yourself not to burst out laughing in front of this very pouty and drunk Rick.

You got him to your room, eventually, and the second he did he threw himself right on the bed, face first. And fully clothed.

This fucking man.

You squeezed your eyes shut, rubbing your template and exhaled deeply, reminding yourself that he was just a big teddy bear when drunk, and you had to do everything for him.

"Rick, baby, at least let me take your shoes off." You sighed softly, walking over to the bed and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to get him to stay awake long enough. He didn't respond verbally, he simply huffed sleepily and rolled over onto his back.

You blew out a breath and shook your head, going around to the foot of your bed, one by one ridding Rick of most of his pieces of clothing. You got his shoes off, the shirt was a bit trickier, but with a bit of moving around you got it off. You gave up on taking his jeans off, he was like deadweight, and wouldn't move. So you left him like that. He was probably more than asleep by then. He was still on his back, a muscular tattooed arm tucked under his head, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he quietly snored, or so you figured. So you thought he wasn't listening when you spoke.

"Swear to god Rick, I gotta take care of a baby soon, I can't keep taking care of you like you are one, too" You thought out loud, as you started to strip yourself of your own clothes. So you completely missed the way Rick's eyes shot wide open and he sat up on his elbows so fast it gave him whiplash.

Did he actually hear that correctly?

"The hell did you say?" You heard him say with a tone you couldn't quite describe. And when you looked up, you saw him sitting there, suddenly wide awake and sober, wide eyed, mouth slightly open in shock, confusion, and maybe like, joy?

"Huh… That's not exactly how I wanted to tell you but…" You swallow thickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and looking down, nervous of how exactly he'd react. You've never actually talked about settling down, getting married, kids, the whole nine yards. I mean hell, you were in a island going on a suicide mission less than two a ago, you definitely weren't thinking of something like this yet. You thought Rick didn't actually want kids, he's never told you if he did, or even showed much interest in domesticity. So how the hell were you supposed to tell him that? "So uh… I've been feeling kinda sick these past few weeks, even on that island, I just didn't tell you so you wouldn't worry. Then when you were asleep last night I went out, bought a couple of pregnancy tests and well… yeah."

Rick wasn't saying anything, he wouldn't even blink. It was scaring you. His face was so blank, stoic and unreadable. You could never know what the hell was going on inside this man's head. You couldn't read him. And on top that he was still drunk, so he probably wasn't registering things like he normally would. So he was just staring at you, eyes slightly glossy and his lips slightly parted. And then he smiled. He genuinely smiled.

"You serious? You're pregnant with my kid?" He asked in disbelief, not because he would doubt you or your loyalty, but because he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you being pregnant. You bit your lip nervously and slowly nodded, still not sure if you wanted to see his reaction or not. "Baby don't play with me, I know I'm like, drunk but—"

"Rick, I'm dead serious. I can show you the pregnancy test if you want. We're having a baby." You smiled nervously, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for his response. You were caught completely off guard when he laughed and grabbed your face, kissing you. It was sweet and loving, even if you could still taste the liquor on his tongue. But you didn't mind, all you cared about was his reaction, and you knew exactly what he was thinking.

"I must be dreamin' 'cause I can't believe it. This can't be real, it's too good." He mumbled, brushing his nose against yours as he held your face, a lazy and crooked smile on his lips.

"Nah, you're just drunk honey." You giggled, tears of joy pricking your eyes.

"Then I must be drunk and dreamin', because that's the best thing I've heard in a very long time."

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When morning came, you were already up, having been up since dawn, your body already used to waking up before the sun came up and sleeping very little hours at a time. Rick was a different story. Usually he was up even earlier than you were, most times he wouldn't sleep at all. But he was so drunk that after you both got in bed, wrapped around each other's arms, he fell dead asleep, and was only woken up by the sunlight coming through the window since it hit him right in the face. He was engulfed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which he figured you had prepared.

Rightfully so, right when he was starting to wake up, still under the covers and hugging pillows instead of you, you walked in with two cups of coffee. One for yourself, and another for him since you intended on waking him up then, knowing he liked to start his day early no matter where he was. When you walked in the room you were met with a breathtaking sight. Rick, now half sitting up against the pillows, tattooed arm behind his head as he yawned, his blondish hair sticking just about every direction possible. Rick Flag in the morning was both the cutest and hottest sight anyone could ever see. And it was your sight to see every morning.

Rick spotted you by the door as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and a sleepy, lopsided smile plastered on his lips.

"Mornin' sweetheart." He hummed, voice raspy and deeper than usual from just waking up. You smiled, making your way around the room to sit on your bed.

"Morning sleepy beauty. How's the hangover?" You teased, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands and shook his head.

"Oh shut up." He laughed, shaking his head before his eyes fell on the mugs on your hands, "this for me baby?" He pointed to the mug he usually used for his coffee and you nod. He happily took it from you and sipped it, humming in delight at the bitter liquid.

"Your coffee is fuckin' amazing, did I ever tell you that?"

"Yeah," you giggled, sipping your own coffee happily, "among other things." You shrugged, slightly tapping the side of the mug, knowing Rick probably didn't even remember the drunk late night conversation you had with him last night.

"In that case, did I ever tell you that I want to marry you and I want you to be the mother of my children?" He said casually, almost way too casually, like it was the most natural thing to say, a huge smile on his lips as he sipped on his coffee, he almost spat it right back out when he saw the ways your eyes widened and choked on your own coffee.

"Wha-What?"

"I mean, I believe you told me that you were pregnant with my kid? Or was I just dreamin' last night?" He raised an eyebrow at you, somewhat questioning whether or not he dreamed of it or if it actually happened.

You chewed on your bottom lip, trying once again to read the look on his face, in his eyes. It was hard to read him drunk or sober, you could never guess what Rick was thinking. But right then and there, you could see it in his eyes. He had this loving, fond and almost hopeful look in his eyes. With the sunlight shining right on his face his eyes looked lighter, like honey almost and they looked so full of life, happy. He looked happy. And then you knew.

"No, you weren't dreaming. I am pregnant and it is yours. So I guess you're gonna be, yeah, a dad." You giggled awkwardly, not being able to hold back a smile. And when you did, Rick set his might down on the bedside table and he kissed you, hard and loving.

"Baby," he sighed heavily, cupping your face with one hand and placing the other on your flat stomach, and frowned, "you're out of the task force. Like there's no fucking way I'm letting you risk yourself and our kid. I'm gonna marry you, and I can't allow either of you to get hurt or get killed. It's not worth it. I don't care what Waller says, you're out. You understand?" He frowned, eyes narrowed and gaze hard and he used his colonel voice, he was being so serious it wasn't even funny.

"Then you're not going back either," you frowned, resting your hand over his on your stomach and sighed shakily, "Peacemaker almost killed you Rick. I had to get that damn ceramic out of you, I had to drag your ass out of that building so you wouldn't die. I love you, and I can't lose you, not now. We can't leave our kid without their parents. We both need to get out of that fucking task force." You were nearly as serious as he was, and you weren't kidding, when you thought he was going to die you felt like your whole world was falling apart just because he wouldn't be in it. You couldn't go the rest of your life without him, you knew that now.

"Then we're both getting the fuck out. I don't care if I have to go back to D.C and take you with me, but we're not risking our lives anymore for this, not you, not me. I promise you, and little soldier that."

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