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brw · 1 year

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ranking random marvel men by how helpful i think they are in domestic settings

tony stark – 0/10 cannot cook cannot clean if you tell me otherwise ill bite you he has never cleaned a day in his life and that's okay.

simon williams – 0/10 has also never cleaned a day in his life and sure as hell won't start now.

thor odinson – 0/10 like he thinks he's being super helpful but he keeps accidentally breaking things and smashing plates and making a mess in the kitchen but he acts real cute about it so nobody gets mad at him really.

bruce banner – 1/10 he does his best but disaster follows him wherever he goes. he can't help it. everything that can go wrong will go wrong. he tries to make a nice meal and the fridge breaks so nothing is cold and the oven destroys the meat and the vegetables all get overboiled and he drops the wine bottle and it smashes on the carpet and and and it's just a bad time. he's doing his best.

roberto da costa – 1/10 you didn't marry him for his domestic skills.

bucky barnes – 2/10 keeps putting knives in random ass places n doesn't tell you.

logan howlett – 3/10 look he's a good cook and remembers to stock the fridge but he tracks blood in like at least once a week and it takes forever to remove from the carpet.

remy lebeau – 4/10 points deducted for not washing himself

bishop – 5/10 he grew up in a dystopia with on rations and it shows. the only thing you're eating with him is rehydrated beef or some shit. keeps the cleanest sparsest environment you've ever seen though

hank pym – 6/10 generally good at cooking, cleaning, buying shit etc but uhhh succumbs to the Horrors bimonthly

pietro maximoff – 7/10 will clean everything that gets messy, he likes a clean environment, but hates buying food vocally and gets kitchen rage when making food, his food is very good though

reed richards – 7/10 has made various machines to do washing, cleaning, cooking, laundry etc but cannot be trusted in a supermarket unattended, struggles to cook generally but can be trusted to make a few really good meals

luke cage – 8/10 i don't think he can cook for shit but he is great for remembering shopping and keeping things clean and tidy and we know he's a great dad so .

scott summers – 8/10 cleans everything, has a photographic memory of what's in the fridge and seems to telepathically know when something is broken or needs replacing but the only thing he serves is soup.

sam wilson – 10/10 good at cooking, remembers groceries, loves hosting people, keeps getting nice expensive wines to enjoy over the weekend as a nice treat from all the captain america shenanigans

steve rogers – 10/10 likes to clean likes to cook enjoys just relaxing and doing chores when not captain america-ing, will absolutely pick up stuff for dinner back from a fight with hydra or whatever

#brieuc.txt #making random lists like this for profit #tony stark #simon williams #thor odinson #bruce banner #roberto da costa #bucky barnes #logan howlett #remy lebeau #bishop #hank pym #pietro maximoff #ch: i believe we endure #luke cage #scott summers #sam wilson #steve rogers #i strongly believe sam n steve are the perfect husbands and i wont be swayed

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uncannysource · 3 years

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Gambit in Excalibur #24

#comicedit #gambit #remy lebeau #xmenedit #wednesday spoilers #our edits #ch: remy lebeau #comics

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undauntic · 3 years

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@hellspeed || angst & post angst starters || accepting!

“ please, don’t trust me. ” remy

Long fingers, capable of so many things--good and bad, stroked a lazy graze through strands of silver. Remy’s head is dipped back against one of the moss covered tree stumps that jut up every four feet or so of the dock they’re lounging on. Hand crafted thing. No doubt built by the same craftsman that put together that little swamp cabin behind them. A bed made out of blankets and pillows. Spring’s coming and the weather is perfect for an excuse to sleep under the stars. With a heap of covers for the slight coolness that touches his face.

Pietro’s back is against Remy’s chest and there’s stars reflecting off the water where a gator or two blink across the way of them with yellow eyes reflecting the lanterns at the edge of their seat. ��I trust you,” he’s got no idea why his confession comes with a whisper faint enough not even the crickets and bullfrogs seem to notice. Feels good to say it, though. To put something solid between the two of them. There’s been a lot unsaid. Implied and certainly understood. Or so he thinks. But words make things more concrete and he’s gotta build up the courage for letting his guard down so his tongue can find the means.

‘Please, don’t trust me.’

Not what Remy expected to hear back. Though he shoulda figured that might be what he got. They both have the knack for looking at the other how they really are. But looking at themselves in the mirror? Well.. What the other sees isn’t necessarily reflected back towards the one doing the lookin’. Still, though. His eyebrows get shoved together and the strokes pause..then lift all together.

Only so fingertips can dip down to tip Pietro’s chin up towards him as he leans enough to meet the other’s eyes. “What? Why shouldn’t I? Cause you got a lotta swayin’ for me to think otherwise. Even den? I still do.. M’not sure that there’s any way you can convince me otherwise. No matter how hard ya try. Don’t work dat way..” Cause once he gives it? Even to his own detriment? Remy’s got one hell of a problem truly taking all of it back. So says how many times he’s had it bite him and still held on. Is just who he is.. Figures it’s too late to get it outta him now. Regardless if he’s told not to..

#but wanted to get this up for mardi gras!#cause if i didn't?#it'd be criminal!#and we can't have that happening okay??#so set him up. then let him fall. turn him over in your hands. god save the king of new orleans. (remy)#ch: remy lebeau

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meetyouatthemonorail · 4 years

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Halfway through making this, I thought to myself “huh, I might be working out some feelings I have about meetings.”

#xmenmonday #x-men #ororo munroe #cyclops #nightcrawler #rogue #ch: kurt wagner #ch: ororo munroe #ch: scott summers #ch: anna marie #gambit #ch: remy lebeau #beast #ch: hank mccoy

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worldsfinestspy · 5 years

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flirts with. from Remy (he's a flirt.)

Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine. || accepting

Natasha let him get it out of his system. It wasn’t that Remy wasn’t attractive, it wasn’t even that Natasha wouldn’t take him to bed for a night (or two) it was … that she knew he was simply playing around. The flirtation was far from serious. A teasing smile played along the edges of her lips. “I can always tell when men don’t fear death,” she joked, “Vous mordez plus que vous ne pouvez mâcher.”

#mcssagcinabottlc #v: legends aren't made so cheap || 616 #ch: Remy LeBeau #remy just takes his life into his own hands every day

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fiercestpurpose · 4 years

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Storm #9 cover by Stephanie Hans

#ororo munroe #remy lebeau #x men #s: storm #ch: no such things as limits #a: stephanie hans

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murdcck · 3 years

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tags. 002. because tumblr is a piece of poo.

#stick |「 ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE MORE LIKE ME & LESS LIKE YOU 」#elektra natchios |「 BUT DEATH SHE IS CUNNING AND CLEVER AS HELL 」#out of character |「 NEMO HAS THINGS TO SAY 」#father lantom |「 FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR WHAT I AM ABOUT TO DO 」#ch. study |「 THE DEVIL'S GOT NOTHING ON ME MY FRIEND 」#headcanon |「 IF I CAN STILL BREATHE I’M FINE 」#remy lebeau / sunchascd |「 SHAKE ME ALL OUT IF I AM WRONG FOR YOU 」#thomas shelby / alreadybrcken |「 BUT I MISSED YOU MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD 」#foggy nelson |「 WE’RE GONNA BE THE BEST DAMN AVOCADOS THIS CITY HAS EVER SEEN 」#karen page |「 LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE FEATHERWEIGHT QUEEN 」

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loveablehands · 3 years

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“How I hate to go and leave ya lonely.” ( for remy! i know i still owe you starters but whoops )

"Then don't go," the thief croons, his accent thick, but the charm he's laying on---lazy bulldog puppy eyes and wicked half-smirk---thicker than the finest gumbo in all of New Orleans. "Stay with me. Just a while longer, no?" He takes her gloved hand in his, and his naked fingers let his mind imagine he is touching every crease in her palm, every vein, every cell & grain of soft skin over callus and under jagged scar. He imagines he can feel her pulse through her wrist---feel her heartbeat staccato pluck and sing like the strings of a fiddle being played, a contest against the devil out there that cursed her, perhaps, daring to live in a world that she by all accounts should not be able to live in.

He's enchanted by her, the Princess who fights her own battles, a Princess with superstrength, who knocks down her own tower and lives with her curse and equally thick accent and never backs down, he'll never be her hero----but he'll take every scrap of contact & attention she gives him.

But he'll always want more, he'll always want to want more. He'll always ask for just enough to get by, never enough to scare her, never enough to make her feel overwhelmed---but the dance itself can be frightening. Wanting so much. Being able to have so little. It's a perfect chase for a thief and an orphan---not so much, a lady of Rogue's caliber.

"You get lonely too, don't you? Without me?" He tilts his head--his locks of hair bouncing to the other side. "Just another minute. Please."

#[ ch: remy lebeau. ( CROSSROADS. ) ]#[ ic: remy lebeau. ( IN THE CARDS. ) ]#thank u for sending this in!!!!

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xgened · 3 years

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‘ 𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘋, 𝘈𝘕𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘋. ‘ / GAMBIT EDITS.

#ch. remy lebeau ‚ gambit.

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616rogue · 1 year

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(matching) rogue and gambit icons.

source: marvel snap.

like or reblog if you’re going to use or save any of these resources. explicit credit is not necessary, but appreciated.

#x-men #rogue #gambit #xmenedit #marveledit #x-men icons #marvel icons #rogue icons #gambit icons #f: marvel #f: xmen #ch: anna marie #ch: remy lebeau #r: rogue & gambit #type: edit #type: icons

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infinityarchives · 4 years

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Muses Corny wants to RP:

Hawkeye and Hawkeye

Green Arrow

Red Arrow

Arsenal

Okay, enough archers.

Nightwing

Iron Man

Beast Boy

Thor (ask about his brother)

Moon Knight

Daredevil

Punisher

Cheshire

The Umbrella Academy

The Doom Patrol

Wolverine

Iceman

Gambit

Nightcrawler

Colossus

Quicksilver

Magneto

Black Canary

Wonder Woman

The Flash

Kid Flash

Toad

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uncannysource · 3 years

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“Remy, I... It just ain’t that easy!”

“Who said it was easy, petite? But neither one of us feel whole wit’out each other, non?”

Art by Yasmine Putri

#comicedit #xmenedit #anna marie #remy lebeau #rogue #gambit #ch: anna marie #ch: remy lebeau #comics #r: annaremy #our edits

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undauntic · 3 years

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@starxhal || love starters || accepting!

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ (remy)

Lips part as if he’s gotta have something on the tip of his tongue to say back to her. Already there’s a scramble for words that’ll dismiss her concern. Aim it towards something, or someone, else. He glances towards her from where they’re sitting on the edge of a building so tall that the cars seem like ants in an ant farm below. Streaking red and white through some tunnels wedged in between a couple of glass panels.

Fingers jutting out from a pair of comfortably worn leather gloves curl and uncurl against the concrete edge. “You know? Don’t know why dey call dem comfortable silences. Most of d’time comfortable’s pretty much da last word I’d use.” Uneven grin aimed towards her before his gaze breaks free and starts to roam the streets below again? Yeah that’s a sure sign he’s mulling what he is about to, or about not to, say.

For now? He’ll let the quiet linger. Maybe it’s like a pair of shoes. Gotta wear em in before they get as comfy as they’re supposed to.

#featuring: koriand'r (starxhal)#starxhal #idek. i was sleepy.#ch: remy lebeau #so set him up. then let him fall. turn him over in your hands. god save the king of new orleans. (remy)

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jehilew · 5 years

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"Three things, chere," I interrupt, pulling out a cigarette, "one, I'm already sittin' next to the prettiest girl here. Two, that ain't what I meant when I said a lot's happened. And three," I light up and blow the smoke away from her, "I ain't here for none of that, anyhow. And if I was," I flash her my teeth, and snip at her a little, "why go here, when there's places aplenty elsewhere, yeah?"

"Hmm, oh yeah, Remy LeBeau, the master thief of New Orleans, he doesn't ever go where he ain't wanted, huh?" She laughs into her drink. "Sing me another song, rat."

#She's.../He's...#She's Up Under My Skin Now #Romy fanfiction #my romy fanfic #Rogue #Anna-Marie LeBeau #Gambit #Remy LeBeau #SUUMSN ch. 10

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years

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Yelena Belova x Reader Steal Your Heart pt.2

"You're late I was just about to put in a call to the big boss to let him know that. His favorite thief is Valentina's new pet project" The mob boss said spinning his chair around as you entered his office.

You scowled at him throwing the deposit box onto his desk. "I got what you asked for now send the money before I put in a call, and let him know you cheated me."

The mobster looked taken back for a second at your hostility. "Well someone is in a bad mood." A cruel smirk stretched across his face as he grabbed the box to check it.

"Valentina knew I was coming somehow, and I'm trying to figure out rather or not I was setup. While we're on the topic why are checking the box? You don't think I grabbed the wrong one do you? That's a rookie mistake" if the mobster had bothered too look up he would've noticed the darkness slowly surrounding him. "I asked you a question and I would like an answer."

He glanced up and threw his body in his chair nearly tumbling it over. The darkness had formed a circle around the two of you creating a black bubble. He couldn't see out of at all. "Easy girl I didn't set you up that woman has connections everywhere."

"So what you're saying is that you have a mole who sold me out?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow that he couldn't see, because your hood concealed your face.

"Hey just ch-chill a-al-alright I-I-I'm pretty sure it didn't come from me or my men. I would never set up a thief who worked for the Thieves Guild please." The usually cool mobster was shaking in his chair stuttering out a reply. It made you feel a little bit better now he knew how you felt in the minutes you were beaten.

"Shadow that's enough" a familiar voice called out.

You couldn't see who it was because of the darkness, but you would recognize that Cajun accent anywhere. The darkness disappeared back into your body, and the mobster let out a sigh of relief at gaining his vision back. You turned around to find Gambit aka Remy LeBeau in the doorway leaning up against the wall.

"I had things well under control you didn't have to come all the way down to New York."

"Oh cherie yes I did apparently the boss down here is having a hard time keeping you in check." He replied grinning when you let out a groan at the nickname.

"Because I don't need to be kept in check I need freedom to get the job done my way without a babysitter looking over my shoulder." You shot back crossing your arms across your chest.

"Sweetheart your methods can be a little dark sometimes."

"Do you even realize the irony in that sentence like I literally can't help that."

Remy shook his head and walked into the room to confront the mobster. Who still hadn't sent the money that he owed you for the deposit box. "I don't need to remind you that stiffing her means stiffing the boss do I?"

The mobster cleared his throat shaking his head. He reached into his pocket to dig out his phone his fingers were a blur as. He tried to send the payment as fast as possible. Your phone went off, and you checked it giving him a sickly sweet smile to confirm the money was in your bank account. "It was nice doing business with you, but please don't request my services every again." With those words you headed towards the door. Remy didn't follow right away and you knew why. A message had to be sent either way.

The office lit up with dark pink energy before it exploded and was engulfed in flames. You watched the light show on the roof of the building across the street. A few minutes later after the mobster and some of his men came stumbling out of the building coughing. Remy finally joined you placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You should've blew him up with it. His intentions with those files can't mean anything good."

"If your morals are conflicted why did you take the job?" He asked a sad tone in his voice.

"Because morals have no place in this job, or in my life right now. Not with what I have on the line anyway" You reminded him turning around to face him.

"Cherie I know you want out of the guild, but you have to be smarter about it. You're one of the best thieves in the game neither leader is going to want to let you go so easily. If you keep taking jobs with huge payouts like this one they're going to start to suspect you."

"Why should I hide that I want out Remy as soon as I'm done paying back debt. I'm running for the hills and you know why."

He let out a sigh this was an argument the two of you had right before. You left the Thieves Guild in New Orleans to transfer to the one here in New York. It was nothing personal you actually preferred the guild in New Orleans, because of Remy but the one in New York had better jobs posted.

"They won't let you go so easily Shadow, and with this Valentina being on your trail. Having the guild on your side isn't a bad thing your allegiance to them could keep you safe." Gambit argued running a hand through his dark brown hair.

"I don't need them to keep me safe" You snorted looking away.

"That's not how it sounded back there you said Valentina set you up. What happened? Where's the stopwatch I gave you." He frowned finally noticing it wasn't on your neck.

Your hand touched your neck where the stopwatch would usually be resting. You let out a sigh not trying to hide your guilt "I had to leave behind. There was a blonde chick waiting for me, and she was good. Her skills might surpass mine at least in combat I nearly got caught, but I managed to getaway. I'll get the stopwatch back later."

Gambit knew this was an argument to continue another day, because you weren't going to give in to his demands tonight. You were tired and sore from your fight with Yelena, and wanted nothing more than to go home to get some rest. "I'll be in New York for a while we can pick this us again in a couple of days."

You gave him a suspicious look at the last part. It caught you off guard considering you thought he was in New York to convince you to stop trying to leave the Thieves Guild.

"There's a small job they wanted me to do here it won't take long. Don't forget to send your tithe to the guild tonight before you pass out."

"I would never" You murmured throwing yourself at him. He caught your body in his arms holding onto you as if the world was ending. Eventually the heartfelt embrace came to an end when you pulled away and melted into the shadows.

"Take care of yourself Cher" He whispered into the night.

Even though your bed was calling your name the minute you stepped foot inside of your apartment. Somehow you found the energy to drag yourself into the shower to wash all the dirt and sweat off of your body. Thirty minutes left you flicked the light switch in your bedroom on, and jumped a couple of feet in the air. At the sight of the blonde woman sitting on the futon at the bottom of your bed. A open book in her lap, and a bottle of vodka beside her foot on the floor with two glasses.

You grabbed the towel wrapped around your body as it started to slip. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"I'm a widow finding people is part of specialty, and I figured this meant something to you." She held up her hand to show your stopwatch in perfect condition. "I thought I should return it before you come back for it save us both the trouble."

"You didn't have to do that seriously it wouldn't have a big deal for me to steal it back." You told her inching towards your dresser that held some of your weapons.

"If you're going for the knives or rope hidden in your drawer none of it is there. I confiscated it all for the time being" Yelena said still not looking up from the book. Which looked a lot like your journal that you kept on your nightstand. Your gaze fell upon the book no longer concerned about getting a weapon. Because upon closer inspection you realized it was indeed your personal journal.

"Hey that's private you brat" You leapt forward to snatch it out of her lap, but she was faster sliding to the side to avoid your desperate attempts. "Well it was practically impossible to find any real juicy info on the internet of your life. So I had no choice if I'm going to persuade you into joining Valentina without violence. I need some leverage y/n."

"There is not enough leverage in the world that will convince me to join that woman's ranks. I don't even want to know what she wants from me" You insisted angrily.

"You're a thief I figure she wants you to steal for her and your country." Yelena pointed out as if it should've been obvious.

"I will never steal for her, and I don't care about this country."

"But you'll steal for these low-life good for nothing pieces of crap your own words. By the way to describe your employer."

You took a seat beside her on the futon adjusting the towel on your body. "Nobody likes the people they work for no matter what they say. You can't tell me you love taking orders for Valentina."

"No but it pays really well I can afford a life of freedom" Yelena said closing the journal, and turning her body around so she was facing you.

"It's not freedom you traded one master for another. I don't see how a widow doesn't realize the difference between real freedom, and the illusion of freedom."

Her gaze darkened, and you noticed how are her grip on your journal tightened. When you brought up her past good it was time you made her squirm. "Do you really think Valentina would just let you walk away from her?"

"It's not about her letting me she couldn't stop me, and neither could anyone else." She answered with a shrug.

"Well I wish it was that easy for me but it's not, so coul-" Yelena cut you off mid-sentence raising her hand. "Valentina could help you with your little problem if you let her."

"I don't want her help because I don't feel like trading one tyrant boss for another. Just give my journal and stopwatch so you can leave."

Yelena frowned throwing the journal on the bed. "I told her I would return with you tonight. Do you have to make this difficult y/n y/l/n"

You froze when she said your full name. Now that wasn't in your journal, and the only other people who knew it was. Remy and the leaders of the Thieves Guild you hid your real name for a reason. How the hell did she find it?

"Don't worry y/n y/l/n your secrets are safe with me." She had a smirk on her face.

You really wished you weren't stuck in a towel right now. If you weren't the two of you would definitely be fighting right now. "As long as I turn myself over to Valentina."

"You know you look pretty tired, and I'm quite sleepy myself. So how about this I let you get some sleep, and we pick this up again tomorrow at Valentina's office. All you have to do is show up, and everything will be fine I give you my word."

"Wow you're giving a rest period should I be grateful?"

"Yes considering it wouldn't be much of a fight right now. I held back when we first met I won't make that mistake again" Yelena told you standing to walk towards your window.

"And you think I was giving it my all" You laughed.

"Powers wise no but combat skills yes, and the whole darkness thing won't catch me off guard again y/n. We'll be seeing each other soon won't we?" She paused at opening the window waiting on your confirmation.

"Yeah you're forgetting your vodka by the way" You lied smoothly. Knowing you had no intention on giving in to her terms.

"No that's for you considering you're going to stressed out trying to find a way out of this. You're welcome" with that Yelena climbed out of your bedroom window, and disappeared into the night.

You let out a groan falling back onto the bed. First send the guild their half of the money, and second find out exactly how Yelena got her information on you. Third figure out a way to get her and Valentina out of your life permanently. You had enough to do with trying to pay your debts off to the Thieves Guild.

Because while you hated to admit it you knew Remy was right they wouldn't let you go without a fight.

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