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[onlyathief]

Remy was distracted, I needed to catch his attention. I lean forward and I seized his lips with mine.

I ain't just pulled in one direction, me. I be pulled in kinds of ways at a party like this. Maybe I got a bit o'dat thing where somethin' shiny draws my eye, but i'mma thief, yeah? Anything shiny might be worth a grift!

And this joint is overflowin' with all kinds of glimmerin' jewels, pretty things that a fella like me can make a pretty penny on in certain markets.

I'm sizin' up the Rolex on the wrist set on the bar on one side of me when all of a sudden there's a hand on my jaw an' a mouth, prettier than any ruby i ever seen, stealin' from me right under my own damn nose!

I ain't in the habit of lettin' other thieves get they hands on whats mine but...

"Whew, chérie, you gotta habit of kissin' on fellas like this or is it jus' Remy that gets the honor?"

[onlyathief]

guilt played it's part plenty in the way remy made his choices. hell, it carved out a whole new person from the one he used to be just to try and make shit right. or maybe, it was better to think of that version of him from before as just some old shell that was ready to be molted.

guilt just helped it along, as anything that sharp (and painful) might.

right now though? it didn't even factor. wasn't even a whisper among the thoughts all hootin' and hollerin' in his head.

because remy didn't have TIME for it.

"girl, it ain't that, sometimes remy jus' don't got time t'think 'bout nothin' else when it be his life on d'line!"

this was hollered over the cries of people evacuating the block and the rumble of another piece of facade breaking off from the apartment building currently taking strays from the fight between Air-Walker and Johnny.

remy aimed two cards at the crumbling brick could strike some poor soul, turning the large chunks into smaller bits of dust and debris that would only be messy and mildly annoying, like having small pebbles tossed on y'head.

"momma, y'boy gotta get that fella offa there, he be makin' a mess!"

@stormdcosmic

KYLIE’S SUSAN STORM IS FOREVER HERE TO STAY! REFRESH & OFFICIAL REBOOT PROMPTS SPREE. / ACCEPTING .

@onlyathief : here's the thing about violence. sometimes it is very much the answer.

if there was one thing she knew and learned about being a hero , is resilience . being in this world meant challenging every moral code in the book , and having such freedom to even use powers beyond compare , this sat in her like guilt . and any chance she’s able to do and choose good , SHE WILL . being the voice of reason has its burdens , the heavy load of being looked at as a hero was a responsibility she couldn’t just take lightly ,

“ that doesn’t mean you choose it because it’s the first resort , you always have a choice . ”

[onlyathief]

Uncanny X-men. The goth looks from issue #15 are living rent free in my head.

[onlyathief]

Glowing card tricks | irancardist

[onlyathief]

Gambit Annual '99

[onlyathief]

Wasn't his first time standing on hard-packed snow threatening to soften under his weight. Wasn't his first time being out in the kind of cold that sunk into your bones, never-mind your layers upon layers to keep her greedy fingers out.

There had been a time where he might have died in such a place, stroked to stillness by the freezing temperatures of Antarctica, were it not for luck and a little bit of a haunting.

Seemed ghosts liked Remy somethin' fierce and it weren't just him either. All over this base he could feel the haunt, the deep gloaming that consumed them and shaped them into possessed soldiers for a rebellion that often felt like it was about to die too.

Just one wrong person caught, one mission fucked up, and it could be all over.

Wasn't his first time out in the snow on a cold night and wasn't his first time feeling dread that he was desperate to burn away. Either with drink, sex, or a bit of both.

He could smell it on Sharon, that unmistakable hint of sharpness from a swig of whiskey, and the sex? It rolled off her in waves, danced up and down his spine and made him shiver before the cold ever did.

Remy steadied himself against the shape of her body practically molding against his. He widened his legs, just enough to let her thigh slide in deeper. He tilted his head, only a tick, but enough to let her liquored up words settle against the skin in humid plumes.

And he might have taken the shot, might have pulled the trigger under the guide of her finger, if it weren't for the ghost haunting him most just then.

(Rogue could never let her lips linger that close to his skin, but she had wanted to, right? He wasn't just making up memories now, right?)

Remy swallowed thickly and took his finger off the trigger. He wasn't mad at Sharon, not really, but there was a building anger all the same and he didn't want a gun in his hands as it started to burn hotter.

"Tch, I know what I can do, Sharon. You think I ain't already got plenty of distractions without you ... you... " his words failed him. She wasn't kissing on him or nothin' but it was close and he had to step away from her as he drew the gun down.

"Fuck you," he grumbled, now free of her limbs and her breath, but possessed as hell by all manner of other things when he lifted the gun back up and took his shot.

Bullseye.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 in the Rockies while a bright, laughing moon hung high against an inky black night, leaving the snow to shine eerily white, almost an opalescent glisten. Sharon had grown to love these late hour target shoots. The hours where she wasn’t the captain’s grieving widow, an agent, a freedom fighter, a mother — she was, for a few short hours, Sharon Carter. Just Sharon. There was always a kind of star spangled guilt that stabbed out from the back of her heart when she was here, with @onlyathief , but it wasn’t anything Rogers shaped — and nothing but the specter of herself.

She leaned closer against him, positioned her leg between his and flush against the inside of his right, her arm laid out longways over his, fingers over fingers, right down to her index snaking over his to hug the trigger. When she turned her head to speak, the words were whisky warm and unfurling over his neck; “—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐���𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒌’𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏; 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒕.”

It was unclear whether she meant for the tip over her nose to brush just so against neck. Something roiled under her skin that was between want and frenetic worry.

“—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒊,” her mouth was against the ridge of his ear, “—𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏?”

[onlyathief]

"What if they kissed?"

Coulda been somethin' right outta a fairytale, y'know? Might've been the sort of thing that made the birds in the trees swoon and them trees? They'd have swooned too, and shivered and shook; all their leaves would have rustled and sang so sweetly.

He probably had the taste of chicory coffee warm on his tongue and maybe she had a mouth like honeysuckle, beckoning him to linger there a while the way you might take refuge in the shade on a hot summer day.

But which one of them started the story? Who felt the burning and who started to sweat and who followed their heart off the cliff and hoped they might sprout wings just in time?

Maybe him. Maybe her.

Maybe they crashed together like two idiots playin' chicken, too heart-heavy to think to turn the wheel first!

What if they kissed? In a smokey bar in her city, with the sounds of marching brass bands in his, or in a place neither ever been before but they must have looked at each other and said: well lookit here, there it is... home.

What if they kissed and they were young and stupid and horny and drunk and hopeful and eager and and and and -

What if all these years later he still remembered the honeyed sweetness and longed for it, was sick about it, and said fuck it then.

Remy gonna go get seconds.

What then?

@swordluck

[onlyathief]

Give me a kiss, so I know our friendship real.

"aw now you gonna make me blush, pépère. where you want it, huh?" and don't be teasin' remy with a good time now! he'll take you up on that offer real fast.

stevie be quick but is he quick enough to keep remy from reaching up to grasp his chin and urge him forward to meet a sweet little sugar for them lips?

[onlyathief]

[onlyathief]

remy like:

moving forward. if anyone asks remy took this

[onlyathief]

oh he be lookin'.... lookin' like a dumb ass with his mouth dropped open like he tryna catch flies or somethin'.

head empty, only rogue.

“Who me? I’m just relaxin’ by the pool. Don’t matter to me if Remy is watchin’…..is he?”

@onlyathief

[onlyathief]

i love...

friendship

is that gay friends?

[onlyathief]

Gambit & Rogue by Ken Lashley

[onlyathief]

pervert: fuckckk i need her to ride me til i cum insideee enormous pervert: i need him in my dungeon bleeding and moaning on it rusted chains holding his arms up to the ceiling in a mockery of christ biggest pervert in the world: id like a hug and to hold hands wit hsomebody maybe. im sorry if thats too bothersome i'll just go im sso sosryr

[onlyathief]

ey yo, just a quick thing i wanna talk about regarding gambit and rogue.

i am a HUGE romy shipper. i made this blog literally to write with noon's rogue because we are both gay for this pair!!! and i'm also pretty much only writing with her rogue at this point.

will i ever write with another rogue? idk maybe but tbh even if you write the best rogue ever ... i have a specific connection with noon and her rogue and that will always be first.

so this means if ever there is a verse where remy is NOT shippable or like the assumption is remy is with rogue.. even if noon isn't literally joining a thread or something it is HER rogue that i refer to and i generally will let her know about plots that mention her rogue.

(example: the neighbors plot with possum's miidnighters blog's mutant gal and her wee babby)

i'm not saying you have to follow noon's rogue because of this but i do think it's pretty essential to how i write gambit and my biggest, deepest threads currently are with her. not to mention i think you do a great disservice to yourself if you aren't following her rogue because she fuckin rules.

so essentially this is a little psa and shout out to @onlyarogue who is truly one of a kind and part of the experience of writing with my remy at times. i HIGHLY recommend following her, esp. if we write together!!!

noon is SUCH a good writer dude and is just the bees and the fuckin knees. i will NEVER shut up about her rogue!!!!!!!!!!

[onlyathief]

Hey, I usually refrain from asking for money here, but I am in *dire* need of $200 minimum by Friday (Aug. 22nd). My Ca$happ is: BiFuriousMtlhd91

My bank is refusing to reverse a bunch of overdraft fees prior to my paycheck hitting Friday morning.

I won't be able to get enough of a cash advance loan, much less have enough expendable money to hold me over for living and food expenses between this Friday and the first paycheck of September. Anything you can give me will help. I don't know how I'll repay it if I even can or should, but if it's in reason I'll maybe buy you something off your online wishlists?

Just... anything helps. Sorry for abrupt request.

-Matty

[onlyathief]

sorry guys bad storm and work (on call) so maybe not tonight but!!!! when i can!