i swear i tried making it not awful i failed oops

Boomerangs and Badasses

Ok so I had two requests that I decided to combine to make this - sorry it is really rushed but I wanted to get this out! Thanks again for all of your support on my other Rick Flag x Reader oneshot - you don’t understand how much I appreciate it! Thank you, I love you all!

Could I request a oneshot where the reader is part of the squad as Amanda’s assistant or something and she’s a total badass?

Can I have a oneshot with Rick being very protective of the reader? Thank you!

Warnings: language (oops!)


Rick watched with a scowl as y/n spoke to Boomerang through the bars. They had been sent by Waller to recruit the Aussie as a member of the newly founded ‘Task Force X’.

There was something aggrivating and unsettling about the way he stared at her. The criminal seemed to be licking his lips, a sickening grin on his face. There was hunger in his eyes. It was vile. Rick was sure that Boomerang wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. He wanted to look away, repulsed, but was weary as to what could happen to her. Clenching and unclenching his fist, he tried to distract himself from reaching through the cell to strangle the man.

‘Do you understand me, Mr Harkness?’ Rick heard her ask the criminal.

‘Of course, bub,’ Digger smirked, fervently looking her up and down.

Rick watched closely for her reaction, but to his surprise found that she remained completely neutral and seemed unaffected by Boomerang’s behaviour.

She sighed and turned to Rick, 'Thank you, Colonel. I’m done here. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Rick nodded in acknowledgement and with a small smile, she left the cell block. Rick turned to the man who leaned against the cell bars. He was watching her as she walked away, or rather, was watching her arse as she walked away. Rick had to hold back the growl that was rising in his throat. His stomach felt tight and his jaw was clenched.

Boomerang was still grinning as he watched her leave, 'that’s a fuckable bird, don’t ya think, mate?’

Within a second, the soldier’s face was in front of his, hands firmly gripping onto the front of his shirt, fiercely pulling him closer to the bars.

'You listen here,’ Rick spat ,almost in an animalistic manner, 'you even think about touching y/n, or even look at her the wrong way, I will not hesitate to shove those fucking boomerangs up your ass. Got that?’

Boomerang rapidly nodded his head, his eyes wide. Rick let go and, after fixing the villain with another murderous glare, left the cell block after y/n.
The squad walked down the street, weary of any danger. Y/n was beside Rick, who often watched her, cautiously, out of the corner of his eye.

Rick cleared his throat, 'are you al-’

'I swear to Waller, if you ask me if I’m ok one more time, I will take Harley’s bat and smack you with it,’ y/n threatened.

If it wasn’t for her looking up at him afterwards and smirking, he would have entirely missed the slight hint of teasing in her voice. He grinned to himself as they carried on walking.

A little further down the road, y/n heard someone coming up beside her. Looking at Rick from the corner of her eye, she saw that he had gripped his gun a little tighter and was scowling again. She felt uncomfortable as she could feel the presence behind her lean in closer to her ear and begin to speak. She felt the hot breath on her neck as it spoke, making her cringe.

'Do you want an Australian kiss, bub? It’s like a French kiss but down under,’ the presence chuckled as it proceeded to slap her arse. Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed.

Before Rick even had the chance to turn to the Aussie, y/n had Boomerang pinned to the building beside them, holding her hand gun up to his neck. Boomerang’s eyebrows were raised and his eyes held glints of fear and shock. He held his hands above his head as he watched her in trepidation.

The squad watched in awe as she looked the man straight in the eyes, no portrayal of emotion on her features. Her voice was cold and composed as she continued, 'you will refrain from touching me again. Failure to do so will result in your obliteration. I may only be an assistant, but I can bring you down with a single phone call.’

She took out a phone from her pocket with her to her hand and waved it in front of his face, 'If you test me, you will fail. Do you understand me, Mr Harkness?’

And without letting him respond, she let him free. His knees gave out beneath him and he fell to the ground. Y/n stepped over him to return to her place next to Rick. Rick’s jaw hung wide open. He couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. None of the squad could. They were all shocked into a stupor. Boomerang remained on the ground where he had collapsed, trying to catch his breath and make sense of what just happened.

She looked up at him and nodded, 'Let’s go’.

Rick watched as she walked off ahead of them, no reaction to what she had just done. It was as if it had never happened. Rick hardly noticed Floyd approach his side and mutter a small, 'damn.’

Rick had so many thoughts running through his head as he watched her walk away, but the only one he could make sense of was: shit, I am so in love with this woman.

cupcakemolotov  asked:

KC + Sex Pollen.

So, my original plan for ‘Tropes’ day turned out to be more involved then I anticipated. Oops? It will be along later. But I whipped out this one instead, because I shamelessly love this particular trope. I *swear* someone else prompted me something similar at some point but I can’t find it!

The Cure For This

Inhale. Exhale.

She wants to scream. And break things. And cry, just a little.

Inhale. Exhale.

Her current predicament, if Caroline really thought about it, was all Elena’s fault.

Inhale. Exhale.

And wasn’t that kind of the story of Caroline’s life?

Inhale. Exhale.

God, if she didn’t love Elena, she’d really hate Elena.

Inhale. Exhale.

A good chunk of her teenage insecurities? Because of Elena Gilbert’s effortless perfection and catnip like appeal to boys Caroline wanted. She’d been turned to get to Elena, thrust into a whole new, scary world, almost died so many times she’d stopped counting, all to get to Elena.

Inhale. Exhale.

And now she was trapped in some run down rented room, feeling like she was going to die if she couldn’t get off.

Inhale. Exhale.

A tearing sound, broke Caroline’s concentration, and her head thumped back onto the mattress, the contents of her pillow littered under her head. Caroline stared resentfully at the ceiling, her fingers twisted in the ruined pillow.

The whole calming herself through mindful breathing idea was clearly a bust. She’s thought she could distract herself, from her screaming body, from her out of control libido.

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