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Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark | The Avengers

#problematic fave

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Yeeeeeeeeah, that’s what I’m talking about!! Blackberry pie!! Only thing better is blackberry crumble nomnomnom

"On the Edge"

Avengers AU - Chapter 4

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Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader, oc!daughter Addy, Jack Rollins

Posted: April 26th

WARNINGS: fluff, cursing

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Brock stood in the doorway, Addy slept pretty hard, he was certain that was why she woke at the ass crack of dawn and could go for hours. He watched her chest rise and fall for a moment before stepping back and shutting her door quietly.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a slice of blackberry pie he grinned to himself. He hasn't had a reason to feel so fucking smug in a long time.

But remembering your face after dinner tonight… yeah that would do.

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I understand the appeal of wanting every adult hero to instinctively adopt teenage Peter Parker, but can it really beat the hilarity of acknowledging that at 15 Peter was 5'10", unusually buff, went by a moniker with Man in it, wore a creepy full face mask, and had a tightly guarded secret identity and probably a Queens accent thick enough to have come out of a jello mold, and adult heroes reasonably responded to him by going, “Wow, this grown man is an immature asshole for no reason.”

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Goddamn, I really love Too Gun Maverick. This shouldn’t surprise me, given that Top Gun is my favourite movie of all time, but SHIT. The plot isn’t awesome, and I am so confused about Tom Cruise (hot? Yes. Fucking weird and creepy? Also yes.), but damn. The flying? My first airplane crush brought out retirement to fly again? (Tomcat, I love you)

The new young hotness that makes me feel like a damn dirty cougar? Give me more.

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#in my bedroom? death. #elsewhere in the house? relocate or leave it alone #the new house has cellar spiders in the basement and they are so uselessly small but fuck me they make a lot of web

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Boldy going forward cause we can't find reverse

There’s Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow! There’s Klingons on the starboard bow, scrape ‘em off, Jim!

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To both of us: “you’re just… okay? With this?”

I’ve been really cold lately and it just occurred to me that in Supernatural world, the fact that my house is registering as warm but I am freezing might indicate my dad is haunting me.

My coping mechanism has become fuzzy socks, a couple blankets and a nap.

Can you imagine Sam and Dean’s response to this?

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WTF!?!

"FUBAR"

Avengers AU - Chapter 10

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Characters: Brock Rumlow, OC!Reaper

Posted: April 18th

WARNINGS: kissing, touching, cursing, violence, Canon violence

A/N: It's been a minute since I updated this. Life really has a way of kicking my ass so keep that in mind before yall decide to murder me... XD

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She tasted like candy, Brock noted. Liquor tainted candy. He could get used to that, he thought, smirking against her lips. “Then make it count,” he had growled, thinking she would shove a hand into his face. He was daring her and he should have known she wouldn't back down. Instead she had paused for a second before leaning in and carefully pressing her soft lips to his. Soft and slow, it made him itch, it made him desperate, it made him NEED MORE, it made him WANT. She was already in his lap, his hand on her waist the other on her leg, he shifted her and tugged her in closer, bringing a hand up and carding it into her short green hair fingers tangling with the stands and tugging as he deepened the kiss.

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God damn

"Heathen"

Avengers AU - One Shot

Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader

Posted: April 17th

WARNINGS: sex, smut, a little rough kissing, cursing

A/N: has some time on my hands after work and somebody once said they wanted Brock smut...? Maybe that was just me? Lol

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“WHAT the fuck is your problem Rumlow?!” You growled, the team quieting as you turned to face him.

“Everybody get the fuck out,” he growled leveling you with a glare, one that made enemies wither on the battlefield, one that had you grimacing as you lifted your chin in defiance, tired of his bullshit.

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I’ve been really cold lately and it just occurred to me that in Supernatural world, the fact that my house is registering as warm but I am freezing might indicate my dad is haunting me.

My coping mechanism has become fuzzy socks, a couple blankets and a nap.

Can you imagine Sam and Dean’s response to this?

🤣

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Rules: colour the sentences that apply to you.

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

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Tag games

Rules: color the sentence that apply to you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

Thank you for the tag @caplanbuckybarnes ! Sorry I got to this a bit late!

Tagging @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @alexaduke @witchygagirl and anyone else that wants to play

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if I say "I have to Austin Powers my car out of a parking space," do you understand what i mean

#yes I surely do #7000 point turn

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#yes and we weren't rich - we were lower middle class for most of my childhood

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Tom Hiddleston with Larry Flick

Tom Hiddleston explains the rhythm he hears when he reads the words of certain playwrights. 🎭🎼

#that is enough sir

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We get amazing strawberries and raspberries up here in the way up northy lands, but global warming hasn’t quite got us blackberries yet.

When you plan strawberries, make sure you get the everbearing kind so they just keep fruiting, and pull off their runners so they focus their energy on the fruit

"On the Edge"

Avengers AU - Chapter 3

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Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader, oc!daughter Addy

Posted: March 28th

WARNINGS:

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“You're not very smooth ya know?”

You squeaked and skipped a step, coming to a teetering stop at the edge of the staircase. You could feel yourself begin to teeter more forwards than back onto your heels when a large warm hand wrapped around your midsection and you were directed back to safety. You looked over your shoulder and glared at him before childishly turning away and stepping down once and then twice, more confident in your steps than necessary.

“I'm sorry.”

You paused, keeping your lips sealed but not turning back around. You wouldn't be nice to him, he didn't deserve it. He didn't want to be friends after all. Of course you knew that was childish thinking but, but your feelings were hurt.

“I–” Brock swallowed, you hadn't kept going, so that was something, right? “I'm not good with people. Addy is all I got.”

“You work don't you?”

Brock grinned, even if you sounded a little short at least you had waited and now talked back to him. “The people I work with aren't the friendliest. I don't know how to be nice.”

You bit your lip. Fidgeted with your purse, you wouldn't give in… but it was polite to accept an apology right? “Well an apology is a start.”

“Addy said so,” he nodded even though you hadn't turned to look at him. He hadn't been able to get your face out of his mind, angry and tearful all at once as you shouted at him before slamming the door in his face. He realized it must have taken everything in you to do it. Brock thought it was cute. Somehow he figured you were not the kind to do something like that, and after thinking about it all night, he knew you weren't the kind to bring men like that asshole home. Hell, he hadn't even been sure he'd had a neighbor before that night you were so quiet.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a small smile. “She sure is smart, where she gets it from I'm not too sure.”

Brock flashed his teeth, shrugging as he moved to lean against the railing just above you, “not so sure myself, but she does go to school so, I'm thinking her teacher is nice.” He didn't miss the way your eyes were rimmed in red and you hadn't put on make-up. No way that was because of him? “Look,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm making dinner tonight. You should come over.” He waited, a little nervous, there was no way you were still crying cause of him? That would be too egotistical even for him.

You hesitated, he was rough looking but he leaned against the railing of the stairs and looked… soft. As soft as a man with those arms could look. “Only if I can bring dessert?”

Brock grinned, “Addy likes strawberry everything”

You smiled, “what about you?”

Brock blinked, straightening and drawing a blank, “honestly? I just eat whatever Addy likes…”

You snorted and covered your face, looking away, “you're such a dad!” You turned and held out your hand, “phone?”

Brock pulled it out of his back pocket confused but opened it and handed it to you.

“Last name?”

He scowled, “Rumlow”

You poked around it and smiled when there was a chime before handing his phone back, pulling your own from your purse and he stared down at the text he received, a response to the one above it that was simply his name. He realized it was your name.

“If you think of something you like that's sweet, just text me. Pretty sure I can pick something up in the next four hours if I can't make it.”

Brock nodded jerkily and watched as you hurried down the steps. He was pretty sure he had succeeded in whatever this was. He dragged a hand down his face, slightly exhausted and then realized– he had to cook dinner.

You had errands to get done and a few bills to pay, and your last stop was for a few groceries. Your favorite bakery was next door a few stops down and you had just asked for the petit strawberry cake that fed four when your phone chimed.

Neighbor Brock Rumlow: blackberry, if it's not too late?

Why did that make you smile? “Do you have anything with blackberries?”

“Oh! We have a great selection!”

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I wish they would grow up here but it’s too cold. But yes… prickly assholes all of them, but sofa king delicious. Like sunshine exploding in your mouth.

"On the Edge"

Avengers AU - Chapter 3

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Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader, oc!daughter Addy

Posted: March 28th

WARNINGS:

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“You're not very smooth ya know?”

You squeaked and skipped a step, coming to a teetering stop at the edge of the staircase. You could feel yourself begin to teeter more forwards than back onto your heels when a large warm hand wrapped around your midsection and you were directed back to safety. You looked over your shoulder and glared at him before childishly turning away and stepping down once and then twice, more confident in your steps than necessary.

“I'm sorry.”

You paused, keeping your lips sealed but not turning back around. You wouldn't be nice to him, he didn't deserve it. He didn't want to be friends after all. Of course you knew that was childish thinking but, but your feelings were hurt.

“I–” Brock swallowed, you hadn't kept going, so that was something, right? “I'm not good with people. Addy is all I got.”

“You work don't you?”

Brock grinned, even if you sounded a little short at least you had waited and now talked back to him. “The people I work with aren't the friendliest. I don't know how to be nice.”

You bit your lip. Fidgeted with your purse, you wouldn't give in… but it was polite to accept an apology right? “Well an apology is a start.”

“Addy said so,” he nodded even though you hadn't turned to look at him. He hadn't been able to get your face out of his mind, angry and tearful all at once as you shouted at him before slamming the door in his face. He realized it must have taken everything in you to do it. Brock thought it was cute. Somehow he figured you were not the kind to do something like that, and after thinking about it all night, he knew you weren't the kind to bring men like that asshole home. Hell, he hadn't even been sure he'd had a neighbor before that night you were so quiet.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a small smile. “She sure is smart, where she gets it from I'm not too sure.”

Brock flashed his teeth, shrugging as he moved to lean against the railing just above you, “not so sure myself, but she does go to school so, I'm thinking her teacher is nice.” He didn't miss the way your eyes were rimmed in red and you hadn't put on make-up. No way that was because of him? “Look,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm making dinner tonight. You should come over.” He waited, a little nervous, there was no way you were still crying cause of him? That would be too egotistical even for him.

You hesitated, he was rough looking but he leaned against the railing of the stairs and looked… soft. As soft as a man with those arms could look. “Only if I can bring dessert?”

Brock grinned, “Addy likes strawberry everything”

You smiled, “what about you?”

Brock blinked, straightening and drawing a blank, “honestly? I just eat whatever Addy likes…”

You snorted and covered your face, looking away, “you're such a dad!” You turned and held out your hand, “phone?”

Brock pulled it out of his back pocket confused but opened it and handed it to you.

“Last name?”

He scowled, “Rumlow”

You poked around it and smiled when there was a chime before handing his phone back, pulling your own from your purse and he stared down at the text he received, a response to the one above it that was simply his name. He realized it was your name.

“If you think of something you like that's sweet, just text me. Pretty sure I can pick something up in the next four hours if I can't make it.”

Brock nodded jerkily and watched as you hurried down the steps. He was pretty sure he had succeeded in whatever this was. He dragged a hand down his face, slightly exhausted and then realized– he had to cook dinner.

You had errands to get done and a few bills to pay, and your last stop was for a few groceries. Your favorite bakery was next door a few stops down and you had just asked for the petit strawberry cake that fed four when your phone chimed.

Neighbor Brock Rumlow: blackberry, if it's not too late?

Why did that make you smile? “Do you have anything with blackberries?”

“Oh! We have a great selection!”

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Of course he likes blackberries! There’s probably some unintended symbolism there with them being a thorny invasive species? Haha!

"On the Edge"

Avengers AU - Chapter 3

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Characters: Brock Rumlow x reader, oc!daughter Addy

Posted: March 28th

WARNINGS:

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

Read on Ao3

“You're not very smooth ya know?”

You squeaked and skipped a step, coming to a teetering stop at the edge of the staircase. You could feel yourself begin to teeter more forwards than back onto your heels when a large warm hand wrapped around your midsection and you were directed back to safety. You looked over your shoulder and glared at him before childishly turning away and stepping down once and then twice, more confident in your steps than necessary.

“I'm sorry.”

You paused, keeping your lips sealed but not turning back around. You wouldn't be nice to him, he didn't deserve it. He didn't want to be friends after all. Of course you knew that was childish thinking but, but your feelings were hurt.

“I–” Brock swallowed, you hadn't kept going, so that was something, right? “I'm not good with people. Addy is all I got.”

“You work don't you?”

Brock grinned, even if you sounded a little short at least you had waited and now talked back to him. “The people I work with aren't the friendliest. I don't know how to be nice.”

You bit your lip. Fidgeted with your purse, you wouldn't give in… but it was polite to accept an apology right? “Well an apology is a start.”

“Addy said so,” he nodded even though you hadn't turned to look at him. He hadn't been able to get your face out of his mind, angry and tearful all at once as you shouted at him before slamming the door in his face. He realized it must have taken everything in you to do it. Brock thought it was cute. Somehow he figured you were not the kind to do something like that, and after thinking about it all night, he knew you weren't the kind to bring men like that asshole home. Hell, he hadn't even been sure he'd had a neighbor before that night you were so quiet.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a small smile. “She sure is smart, where she gets it from I'm not too sure.”

Brock flashed his teeth, shrugging as he moved to lean against the railing just above you, “not so sure myself, but she does go to school so, I'm thinking her teacher is nice.” He didn't miss the way your eyes were rimmed in red and you hadn't put on make-up. No way that was because of him? “Look,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck, “I'm making dinner tonight. You should come over.” He waited, a little nervous, there was no way you were still crying cause of him? That would be too egotistical even for him.

You hesitated, he was rough looking but he leaned against the railing of the stairs and looked… soft. As soft as a man with those arms could look. “Only if I can bring dessert?”

Brock grinned, “Addy likes strawberry everything”

You smiled, “what about you?”

Brock blinked, straightening and drawing a blank, “honestly? I just eat whatever Addy likes…”

You snorted and covered your face, looking away, “you're such a dad!” You turned and held out your hand, “phone?”

Brock pulled it out of his back pocket confused but opened it and handed it to you.

“Last name?”

He scowled, “Rumlow”

You poked around it and smiled when there was a chime before handing his phone back, pulling your own from your purse and he stared down at the text he received, a response to the one above it that was simply his name. He realized it was your name.

“If you think of something you like that's sweet, just text me. Pretty sure I can pick something up in the next four hours if I can't make it.”

Brock nodded jerkily and watched as you hurried down the steps. He was pretty sure he had succeeded in whatever this was. He dragged a hand down his face, slightly exhausted and then realized– he had to cook dinner.

You had errands to get done and a few bills to pay, and your last stop was for a few groceries. Your favorite bakery was next door a few stops down and you had just asked for the petit strawberry cake that fed four when your phone chimed.

Neighbor Brock Rumlow: blackberry, if it's not too late?

Why did that make you smile? “Do you have anything with blackberries?”

“Oh! We have a great selection!”