It’s time for another
✨ Late Night Thought ✨
(I need an official name for this bc I bombard ur box wayyy too much & bc *sighs* reality is absolute garbage. Plus, I enjoy chatting & thinking with cool people 😎) So, *claps hands together* on to it then. Ok, *clears throat* here goes:
Domestic!Rick x the Reader
(I feel that should be a thing, btw)
Takes place after Rick’s officially retired from his Squad days [& after he survived death, helped take down Waller by anonymously ratting her out to the public, & “came back from the dead.” But, that’s another concept for another day…. ]
It’s just him & the reader & their 2 large fur babies. 🐾 🐶
Every morning consists of kisses & hugs & delicious breakfast & warm coffee. But on weekends & holidays, it’s even better.
The reader has her own busy career & hobbies going on while, despite being retired, Rick does his own thing. It’s either desk jobs (but that might be too boring for him) or lucrative hobbies. Or maybe he teaches. Maybe he went back to school to teach. (Not gonna lie, I can see that. History, specifically, bc the boy’s probably a big ol’ nerd is secret.) 🤷🏽♀️ The boy is just doing something that’s calming, enjoyable, & keeps his mind, body, & spirit going while also making money.
Bc of their busyness, both absolutely cherish the days/time they have off & with each other.
That means staying in bed. Enjoying coffee outside while admiring nature. Walking the dogs together. Taking their own long walks together. Cooking & baking & dancing. Just being together & at peace.
When it’s cold, they both bundle up. Rick’ll just wear sweatpants & either his quarter zip or one of his old hoodies to brave the cold. He doesn’t care for a jacket or socks while hanging out on the deck with the dogs. The Reader thinks he’s nuts for this.
They love to stay in & chill out. Watch movies or freak out about their favorite show for the billionth time (they’ve seen all the seasons at least 50 times already but it’s still their favorite). Sometimes, one or both will fall asleep. If it’s the Reader, Rick carries her upstairs & crawls into bed with her. He watches as she breathes, in & out, brushes a hair to the side, & kisses her head before wrapping himself around her & letting his eyes shutter for the night.
Rick loves this. He loves all of it. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. It always feels like a second chance for him. But, that’s because it is. A chance to start over, start fresh. A chance to have the life he always wanted but never thought he could have. A life of pure peace.
Good night… ✌🏽😘😴
Oh my god 🥺 this is just so damn perfect 💞💖💓 the tenderness. I think you pretty much created perfection, so here’s just some emphasis on your beautiful idea:
Domestic!Rick Headcanons || Rick Flag x Reader
You and Rick Flag really wonder if he’ll ever adjust in the beginning. He never planned for it really. After Corto Maltese, his ‘resignation’ is so sudden he worries who he’ll be without the purpose he’s been given all these years.
It’s you who suggests the hobbies. You made enough money for the both of you, but Rick fear the aimlessness. He was tempted to use his experience to delve into less legal jobs if that’s what it took to not feel like such a fish out of water in a civilian world.
But he spends a few months recovering with you at home, and the way he acclimates to it surprises the both of you. There’s so many things Rick forgot about.
Breakfast from scratch. Taking care of the front and backyard. “Someone’s gotta do the laundry and walk the dogs.” He tells you when you ask him if he’s thought of what he wants to do again. You’re a busy spouse. You’ve got an administrative position you’ve been working for ages, and when you get ready in the morning nowadays, you never thought Rick would be there everyday to kiss you goodbye.
Your house is his house now, and you always sigh about how you wish you had the time or patience to really make it a home. Rick starts spending his days fixing things— He hires professionals in the beginning, but then he starts learning how to fix the place up himself; installing new hardwood, building the shed in the back. His little touches take over the house.
Rick discovers fulfilling ways to keep his hands occupied that don’t involve taking a life, but of creation instead.
Rick loves reader’s golden lab, but you suggests maybe he should get one of his own. He ventures to pound one day and spots a young Newfoundland dog in the corner of one cell, saliva pooling at its mouth and its haunches drawn— its careless owners gave him up after a biting mishap and left it outside the pound without so much as a note. At two years old and 130 pounds, the staff didn’t even get a name. Rick signs the papers the same day.
Rick Flag is a disciplined man, entirely set on making sure his pet is just as controlled. That idea gets scraped after about a month. Everyday Rick spent training Charlie to be an obedient guard dog could be spent soaking in the sun out on the deck, or laying on the couch watching television together instead. Rick can’t even stick to calling him by his real name— you always hear Rick calling for Bud or Bub or My guy around the house.
Rick doesn’t expect to have the patience for watch television either. You dissolve into the laugh-crying kind of tears when Rick, whose been so out of the loop he hasn’t even heard any spoilers for most major shows, shoots up off the couch after a particularly dismal season finale of a show one night. You watches him pace the living room at 11PM, ranting about how the show runners completely disrespected the time of anyone watching to just end it like that.
His conviction is ridiculous, given the subject, and you smile sleepily, head in the crook of your arm as you watch Rick care about sometime so funny, so not important. It’s says everything about where he is now. Where he’s finally allowed himself to be.
Rick used to be a light sleeper. An operative can’t snore or sleep through danger and make it out alive in his line of work. But as time passes, the tense notion of rest changes for Rick. There’s still the terrors— the subconscious, terrible things that will never truly leave him. But there’s also you, there, in the middle of the night, and more importantly in the morning, when a new day brings another chance at life with you. Rick begins to embrace nights of restful sleep, and the idea of all this being the kind of paradise he deserves.