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thewritergremlin-rae · 2 months

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A Drunken Goodnight

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x new SHIELD Agent!Reader Rating: M Words: 618 Content: 2nd person, pre-WS so Hydra!Brock but pretending to be SHIELD, age gap (reader is 21+, Brock is 40+), power dynamics, tipsy reader, implied manipulation, unreliable narrator Summary: You have a few celebration drinks in honour of you joining SHIELD. A few too many, so your kind of mentor, Brock Rumlow, lets you crash at his place.

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His large hands cup your cheeks and you sway a little, feeling light headed.

You can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or his warm, rough hands. “Congratulations, agent,” he hums, grinning and pretending like he can’t see how open and desperate your expression is. “But I think it’s time to get outta here.”

He picks you up easily, your legs and arms wrapping around him as his hand rests on the delicious curve of your ass. But you don’t think anything of it, even when Brock needlessly adjusts your position, fingers brushing the seam of your jeans.

Brock gets you into his car with no problems, you wonderfully pliant and happy to follow his instructions.

You might have drifted off for the drive home because it seems like in only the blink of an eye the car has come to a stop in an enclosed parking lot. “I worry about leaving ya alone like this so you can have my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He breezes past any protests by hauling you out of his car and into his side as you stumble a few steps.

His apartment is warm as he gets you through the door and helps you lean against the wall. You hastily grab his shoulder when he’s crouching and carefully removing your tired feet from the heels you decided to try out for the night. When he looks up at you from between your legs, heat rushes to your cheeks and you might think it had some kind of purpose but your brain is slow and Brock is on his feet again, kicking his own shoes off as he leads you to his room.

You sit on the bed with a soft thump as your legs realise they can finally give up their task for the night. Brock is flicking through his wardrobe and turns to toss a loose t-shirt and shorts. “Hope these are good enough for our new agent,” he teases with a grin and you nod with a soft laugh. “You think you can get changed by yourself, sweetheart?”

More heat tingles against your cheeks as you nod and put the flung clothes to one side. You barely wait for him to turn away before you’re pulling off your favourite top. It catches on your yawn and you giggle again, managing to free yourself with a few grunts.

“That sounded pretty tough, you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No - no I’m good!” You assure him in a determined voice that is way too loud for the two feet he’s stood away from you but his chuckle is amused and you get his spare t-shirt on much more easily. Next are the shorts but given that your legs gave up about a minute ago, you flop back on the bed unceremoniously and lift your hips to get the jeans over your ass and kicked off the rest of the way. His shorts go on with one more jut of your hips to pull them in place and this time you stay laid back on the bed. “I did it!” You declare - like you just solved complicated algebra.

Rumlow laughs as he turns, giving you a playful eyeroll to hide the way he drinks you in. “Real cute, agent. You gonna get under those covers or do I gotta tuck you in?”

Your embarrassment fuels you as you scramble back and manage to get under the duvet, pulling it back down to cover you. Only to find Brock leaning over you, so dangerously close you think he might kiss you.

He brushes a kiss to your forehead and wishes you goodnight, knowing he leaves you a frustrated and tipsy mess.

#brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow imagine #brock rumlow x you #brock rumlow x y/n #brock rumlow x yn #don't let him fool you #he's bidding his time 👀

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valhelos · 9 months

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🚪 Julius?

I was very tempted to just put him in sweats and tank top, but i felt that would've been too boring. I just think he wears sweatpants and some ratty old shirt if he's not leaving the house that day.

Feel free to send more outfit&character combos!

#val talks #my art #thank you for the ask #also thank you for letting me draw my blorbo #julius root #af #artemis fowl #don't let him fool you #he is not relaxing or relaxed #he is thinking of work #outfit ask

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akins-art · 9 months

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Just a little kitten 🐾

Acryl on canvas

Trust the process

#my art #traditional art #painting #his name is frodo #and he is a menace #don't let him Fool you #cat

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Just two soft turtles being soft with their cat Dr. Floofymittens, a creation by @princesa-pens-and-pizza

(Story is, that Donnie gets a cat cause every (semi)evil lab needs a cat but Dr. Floofymittens (thanks, Mikey) is not going with the program of being an evil lab cat and is instead just a floofy sweetheart. Leo loves playing with her while Donnie pretends that she annoys him while doing anything but. Pens wrote a super cute short story about that which you can find here https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/princesa-pens-and-pizza/693360512391643136?source=share

Close ups under the cut

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hamatos-talk · 27 days

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does this scare you science boy

I lived during an apocalypse... You think I'm scared of beach balls?

#antiphon 👾#mango 13 #is absolutely still scared of beach balls #don't let him fool you

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inkopolis-connection · 2 years

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Nate before and after the events of Octo Expansion

#art #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon oc #octoling #octoling boy #agent 8 #agent 8b #nate #don't let him fool you #he's always been pretty unhinged. being half sanitised just boosted it #he's been working on it though #also the upper pic. my reference was best girl bridget. i love her sm #Agents

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foxsoulcourt · 2 months

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the age of change (37573 words) by thestalwartheart Chapters: 8/? Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond & Madeleine Swann, Eve Moneypenny & Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Movie: SPECTRE (2015), Developing Relationship, Childhood Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Q wouldn’t call himself a brave man. Bravery was for agents. Firefighters. Soldiers. The sorts of people who faced the flesh-and-blood realities of life and death. Q had never been made for it.

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Q doesn't think he has it in him to face what he must face. Unfortunately, life happens anyway.

Bookmarker's Notes:

Bookmarking right from the get go. Even though I've only read the first two chapters, I am HERE for this premise and how it will unfold. Reader, I don't want to tell you much other than to say the storytelling is superb, the relationship between Q + Bond intrigues me, and the potential for what is going to happen looks fantastic. (Yes I'm being VaGuE because you need to read it yourself to see what I mean!) ENJOY!

UPDATE AFTER READING CH 8: Reader, are you with us on the journey yet? Because it's a f a b u l o u s one. I'm loving the variety of OCs @thestalwartheart weaves in and out of the story. Ditto the parts of the story focused on the central mission. And then--wow!-- the friendship dynamics between Q and Moneypenny are sometimes steadying, other times a brisk, swift nudge; the shift in relationship dynamics between Q and Bond, and Bond and Dr Swann, and Q and Dr Swann keep us all on our toes; and the relationship between Q and his father is ever so poignant.

See you in comments!

#the age of change #thestalwartheart #how many times did i GAHHhhHHH in ch 8? at least 4 #prolly more #wonderful ocs #friends with benefits to lovers doesn't even begin to cover it #q is brave #don't let him fool you #childhood trauma #angst with a happy ending #presumably that's up ahead #q #james bond #q's father #madeleine swann #00q #foxsoulcourt 00q fic rec

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lordsxfgondor · 4 months

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You ever have the middle of the story and you want to know what happened? Yeah that's sort of what this is but different. This is Faramir, Damrod, and Anborn meeting Rhadrog and Laeglaw.

Aka the wise one drags the somewhat childish one to meet the shy one and the healer then the feral one shows up because throwing hands must be done with him around or it's just not right. (Anborn is feral, I don't make the rules I just tell it as I see it and let's be real you have to be somewhat feral to survive there.)

Damrod gleefully dragged his friend to the tavern he’d discovered a little under a month before while Faramir had been busy with some sort of family dinner. Anborn had waved them off since he still had one last test so he could be positioned with them, and was going to join them later. When they entered there was a group of city guards in one corner, an off duty tower guard at the bar, and a few regulars. Faramir slipped off to find a table while Damrod got their drinks.

At last he sat across from the Steward’s son and slid his tankard across the table. Faramir snatched it up with a wry smile and clanked it against Damrod’s own in a silent mutual agreement that they were glad to finally be done with that dreadful school. Some of the guards caught Faramir’s attention and Damrod internally groaned seeing it. Still he followed his friend’s gaze to see a cluster of them around a boy, well a man but not one much older than he and Faramir were, who looked foriegn to him. Faramir sent him a look, silently asking his opinion on the situation. Damrod studied them for a moment then shrugged, giving Faramir an innocent look. Faramir raised an eyebrow then drained his tankard.

“Far-”

“He needs help, whether he thinks so or not.”

Damrod groaned and stood, exasperated, then followed him over.

“What’s the matter, boy, only able to speak your mother tongue?”

The group laughed at the question, and one of them pulled his fist back to punch the young man. As Damrod expected Faramir caught the guy’s wrist.

“What the-”

“Boy, you should get back to your drink.”

“The young man is a soldier of Gondor as well, is he not?”

“It doesn’t matter! The whelp must be a spy, not even in our southernmost lands are people so dark.”

The group agreed and Faramir slipped between them and stood in front of the young man, who Damrod now noticed was wearing an old and worn version of the city guard uniform. Sickened that these men would turn on one of their own he moved to join Faramir as well. Idly he wondered if maybe they should have left their hooded cloaks back in their room for the night but Faramir insisted on bringing them as he seldom did without good cause. As one of the guards reeled back a fist then sent it flying towards Faramir’s face he lamented following his lead but watching Faramir duck under it, dragging the other man down then moving forward to drive an elbow into the guard’s gut was a thing of beauty. After that he lost track of what Faramir was doing as long as he and his friend didn’t get in each other’s way.

A familiar battle cry followed by three of the group landing in a heap told Damrod that Anborn had finally managed to join them and would be upset he missed the start of the fight. Grinning somewhat ferally Damrod helped finish taking down the few remaining guards then turned to see the young man on the ground, using Faramir’s lap as a pillow. Muffled snickering on his right told him Anborn was next to him and they were going to tease Faramir about this later. A young man with tousled black hair walked in looking furious until he saw all the guards sprawled on the ground, except the Tower Guard who was watching the four of them amused now- Damrod just knew that Faramir’s brother was going to hear about this and they would be teased about it for months- then he walked to Faramir and the young man on the ground.

“Rhadrog… Some day you are going to need to stand up for yourself.”

“He will… just not yet.”

“Who in the name of the Valar are you?”

“Just a recent graduate from the academy.”

“Well it seems like you just got very unlucky.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Aside from the tears in your clothes? Those were some of the most respected City Guard.”

“I see. So this is Rhadrog, and you are?”

“Laeglaw. We graduated at the same time, but no one wants to take us. They think he influenced me to be evil and is a spy himself.”

Faramir hummed and the Tower Guard walked over then. Crouching down next to Faramir he grinned.

“I take it you want these two with you and those rapscallions?”

“If we can talk Him into it. I’m not sure he’d be happy about us laying out so many of the Guard.”

“Aye… well if he asks I can testify to them deserving it. They shame themselves by refusing such talent.”

“Would you let him know I want to speak with him about it?”

“I will, but since you got in a fight…”

“I know.” Faramir stood and dragged Rhadrog up with him so the man wasn’t on the floor any longer. “Lead the way, and if you have the time and means to, some medical supplies would be nice. Also-”

“A needle and thread?”

“Just so.”

The Guard laughed softly then led the five of them to a cell. Faramir laid Rhadrog on the cot then sat next to it, stripping off his torn tunic then tossing it to Damrod who did a quick check.

“This isn’t too bad. It will be fixed up in a few minutes once I get some thread. I think our new friend ended up the worst off.”

“He wasn’t fighting.” Anborn commented, annoyed.

Faramir nodded but didn’t seem surprised. Anborn gave him a look silently demanding an explanation. Damrod ignored that he was supposed to be older and sprawled, draping himself partly in Faramir’s lap.

“Fara, talk to me.”

Faramir smiled and ruffled his hair lightly. “He’ll be helpful in the future, but doesn’t think he deserves help now.”

“Well we will just have to change that.” Anborn replied promptly.

Faramir’s smile was brilliant and Laeglaw was making small choking noises.

“You- he- then.”

“Yes, I am Faramir, and these are Anborn and Damrod. If you would be kind enough to tend to our injuries as well I am sure Damrod would be willing to mend anything you and Rhadrog are wearing that need mending.”

The Guard appeared then and leaned against the bars. “I have some medical supplies and this,” he held up a small sewing kit which Damrod lunged for, “your brother will collect you lot in the morning. Those two might be being shipped out with you.”

Damrod waved and was already working to thread the needle so he could sew the clothes up. Faramir chuckled and settled in the corner where he could see everyone, Anborn across the cell from him where he could see outside the cell, and Laeglaw gave up on making sense of the situation in favor of patching up his injured friend.

“Do you know where you’re headed?"

“Probably Ithilien."

All work stopped as the three conscious men turned to the unconcerned son of the Steward. It was known that Ithilien was dangerous and only accepted the best, but none of them felt that they quite ranked up well enough for that assignment. Deciding not to worry much about it they focused on their self-assigned tasks. Damrod glanced at Faramir to find him bundled up in his cloak and dozing, Anborn watching outside the cell as well as inside it while their mutually agreed upon leader slept.

A quick sign later and Anborn tossed his torn clothing to Damrod while taking Faramir’s tunic and setting it near him to grab when he got up. Laeglaw managed to get Rhadrog’s damaged clothes off him and set them in a small pile near Damrod who mended them first so the injured man could stay warm. It was late when he finished and as Damrod looked up he noticed that Faramir was sitting where Anborn had been and Anborn was leaning against Laeglaw in the corner.

“Sleep, Damrod. We won’t leave you here.” Faramir murmured lowly, knowing that it was something that Damrod worried about and Damrod got up with a small groan then climbed on the cot next to Rhadrog who looked a bit better. With a small gesture to Faramir he was asleep as well.

The sound of the door opening woke him and he felt Rhadrog tense beside him.

“Really, little one?”

“Are you upset with me for finding another stray I want to keep?”

“Perhaps not but there are better ways.”

“You taught me that people who are being hurt by those they should trust need to be defended.”

Laughter and Damrod knew without looking that Boromir and Faramir were hugging tightly. He smiled and cracked his eyes open a little to see the absolutely shocked expression on Rhadrog’s face as he finally realized who exactly had rescued him.

“Very well, I will put these two with you as well. Just do me the favor of trying to keep them in line. Apparently some of the guards are afraid of that one.” Boromir pointed towards Anborn who grinned at him. Boromir nodded and stepped away so they could get up and leave. “Oh, and little brother?”

“Yes?”

“I am proud of you.”

#books and silver leaves || faramir #wood smoke and swords || anborn #needle and bow || damrod #spices and woods || rhadrog #healing herbs and hot water || laeglaw #legends for the future || mun's writing #my chaos children (affectionate)#fara is the worst of them #don't let him fool you #just because he is nice and sweet #he is a feral gremlin he just knows how to be a gentleman about it

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