Could I ask for X-Men '97 Gambit with a reader who likes to steal stuff for him to wear? Like watches, gloves, etc?
Pairing: Remy LeBeau x male!reader
Warnings: light swearing??
Summary: A few small glimpses into your life with your boyfriend and your affinity to give him gifts
A/N: Look it's after midnight which basically means I'm too emotional for my own good but I forced myself to write this because I adore the person who requested this even if I barely interact with them. I have a very stong protective sense over them. So if you see this: love you, bro <3 (I also went a bit overkill with the prompt. oops)
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Since the two of you met, people have told you that you and Gambit were practically made for each other
And that's definitely not only because your first meeting literally consisted of you pickpocketing each other. As two people do when they're in love.
After joining the X-Men Remy has slowed down with the thiefing a little
Which basically meant that you had to steal enough for both of you. Which was good for him because he got lots of presents out of it but like…bad for everyone else
Remy had been alone in his room when you threw open the door, and immediately slammed it shut behind yourself, holding up a pair of gloves.
"Got you something!"
The next second he could already hear Logan's angry shouting
"...and where have you got them from, cher?"
"...store?"
"Uh huh."
"Glove store"
"Of course"
He just grins, walking towards you and giving you a peck on the cheek before taking your hand.
"Now come on. Let's go before Wolverine finds us."
It wasn't unusual that Storm or Scott took you to the side and tried to have the "Stealing is bad" talk with you
But obviously you aren't stupid. You know it's not exactly right. But looking at Remy's eyes lighting up whenever you gift him something? That's worth it.
They do get used to it at some point
But you never get used to the way that he smiles at you like you just laid down the world at his feet.
You two just walked back to the jet after a quick mission, sneaking your hand into the pocket of his coat, dropping a watch inside.
"Shh." you wink at him, making sure the others haven't seen.
He feels the object in his pocket and just grins, pulling you a bit closer and putting an arm around your waist with a smirk.
"You spoil me too much" he whispers
"There's never too much with you"
Now you were priding yourself on always being rather relaxed
Your hands always were steady and you never were nervous when sneaking your hand into a stranger's pocket
So who knew that the absolute scariest thing you'd ever give Remy was the one thing that you hadn't stolen for him
"Okay what's going on?" Remy looks at you, after you had asked him for a walk around the compound but then spent the time unusually silent.
For a moment you just look at him and then put your hand into your own pocket to grab the object inside. "I wanted to give something to you."
"Oh?" he smirks. "You're usually not that nervous when gifting me anything."
You take a deep breath and then pull out the small velvet box while sinking onto your knee simultaneously.
His eyes widen in shock. God, in any other situation you would relish in the realization that you had managed to surprise him.
"Remy LeBeau. You are…probably the best thing that ever happened to me." you fiddle around with the box in your hand. "And…god i've never been happier than just whenever i'm with you. And I know that this isn't…" you sigh and open the box, showing off the ring inside. "I know we can't officially do this. Not yet at least. But I want to…look at you and call you my husband."
He just stares at you.
"...This is the part where you say either yes or no but my knee is kinda getting sore."
He seems to awake from his trance, just nodding slowly. "...yes. Yes of course you bastard!" with a sudden burst of energy he throws himself into you for a hug, landing both of you on the ground.
You try to stay cool, probably failing miserably as you grab his hand, putting the ring on his finger.
"I love you" you whisper
He leans his forehead against yours. "Not as much as I love you, cher."
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Hi there!! Is there anyway where we could get a Ragatha x reader. Where the reader comforts Ragatha who starts to feel somewhat unappreciated by some of the other members of the circus. Maybe the reader could give Ragatha a small present they working on just for her to show her she does have someone who cares and appreciates her. Please I just want her to feel some form of love and appreciation. She is legit such a sweat heart and I wanna tell her how amazing she is.😭😭😭
Giving thanks
Ragatha x Gn!reader
Hi! This seems like such a great idea, I literally stayed up until 1AM to finish it. I agree Ragatha is such a sweetie she deserves the best, also in this fic she has a small mental breakdown but it’s all okay because the reader is a sweetheart. Enjoy!
A simple thank you would have been enough, that's all she wanted. She wanted the others to finally notice all the mental and physical help she gave. The comfort she provided to Pomni when she first arrived, whenever Gaggle's mask broke because Jax made the trip. Ragatha always made sure to help. When Zooble or Kinger were having a rough day she’d take time out of her day just to make them feel better. She never minded doing it, until now at least.
Ragathas posture was slumped with tiredness and her shoulders were stiff showing her stress. She sat in her room contemplating, she felt so out of it. All she wanted was for someone to notice the effort she offered every day.
You could tell Ragatha was distressed, at first you thought she just felt like being quiet, you had days like that yourself but today felt different she seemed somewhat depressed. Her pretty smile gone and her chipper attitude deflated. It made you sad to see her that way, you hoped a small gift would lift her spirits, a red paper flower, it was a similar red to her hair and just thinking about it made a small smile grow on your face. But first, you wanted to make sure she was okay, she was the backbone of this circus and God knows without her we would all be lost.
You made your way to her room hesitantly flower in hand and approached her room quietly, you softly knocked on the door, not to startle her. "Hey, Ragatha," you said softly, your voice holding concern.
You heard a muffled shuffle in the room, then her door slightly opened, only being able to see part of her face, "Oh, uh hello," she murmured awkwardly, forcing a weary smile.
"I noticed you've been off lately," You said, gently “Are you alright?” You asked, it felt like such a silly question, clearly, she wasn’t alright she’d been avoiding everyone all day.
“I-um well-“ Ragatha stumbled over her words, nobody had asked her that in a while, that thought alone hit her like a title wave of emotions. She started to break down, and through broken sobs, she barely choked out, “I just, I’ve been doing so much and no one has shown an ounce of gratitude!" “I’ve done so much and it feels like it’s for nothing, no matter what I do it’ll never be noticed…” You looked at her with wide eyes, is this really how she felt this whole time? How could you not notice? “Ragatha..” you use your hand to push up her chin so she can look you in the eyes. “I hear you. It's completely understandable that you're feeling this way. Trust me when I say your kindness and support haven't gone unnoticed, even if it may have seemed that way. We all rely on you more than you might realize, and your efforts haven't gone unappreciated. You're not alone in this, and I'm here to support you, just like you've supported everyone else.", “Here, I have a gift for you.” You said bashfully, “I know it’s not the prettiest thing in the world but I was hoping it was enough to make you feel a bit better.”
With trembling fingers, Ragatha carefully took the paper flower. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the effort that went into it. Finally, even if it was as small as this it was still so perfect.
"It's... it's beautiful," she managed to choke out, her voice thick with emotion.
You smiled warmly. "I wanted to express my gratitude for everything you do," "You're always there for others, offering comfort and support. Your kindness hasn't gone unnoticed, Ragatha."
Ragatha's heart swelled with warmth as she looked at the gift in her hands. At that moment, she felt a wave of adoration wash over her, lifting the weight of loneliness from her shoulders.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for seeing me, for hearing me, for understanding."
As Ragatha looked at the thoughtful gift before her, "It’s so lovely," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Something you both got in common" you replied, God that was embarrassingly sappy, Ragatha let out a sweet laugh, leaning in closer, your eyes locked on hers. "Seriously though please know that I care about you, Ragatha. More than you'll ever know."
Ragatha's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of your hand on hers, her heart racing with nervousness. "I... I care about you too," she finally admitted, a shy smile spreading across her face.
She finally had someone who cared, someone who appreciated her for the kind-hearted soul she was.
And in that simple gesture of kindness, Ragatha found the love and appreciation she had been yearning for all along.
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Something I haven't seen enough discussion around is Eddie's catholic guilt in relation to 'the nuclear family'. So many people have pointed out the potential for gay repression due to his catholic upbringing- but what about his obsession with finding a mum replacement for Shannon??
So Ana is his first choice after Shannon dies and Eddie explicitly admits that he chose her because Chris liked her as a mother figure. Marisol he did pick based on her being pretty, but then he ends up literally staring off into the distance and remembering sex with Shannon- so it's clear that there really isn't anything other than 'prettyness' that's making Eddie stay with her. Then he sees a woman that looks like Shannon, and instantly gets unhealthily attached to her, in the hopes that he can re-create what he had with his dead wife.
I'd make a guess that Eddie has a LOT of guilt about the relationship he had with Shannon. I'd guess that since they got pregnant really young, out of wedlock, and proceeded to get married in order to 'rectify the mistake of daring to have a child in this way' (becuase you KNOW the church and their community pressured them to Wed, it's literally something Eddie says). But I think Eddie probably doesn't want to think about the problems that come with them being together so young. They fought, they bailed on each other, they didn't communicate well- but those behaviours are the RESULT of other issues. Issues like 'we literally were not fully realized people when Shannon got pregnant', 'we didn't really know who we were' 'we didn't know what we wanted in life'.
Everything about Eddie says that Christopher is the best thing in his life, and I 100% think that's true. I think Eddie loves Chris more than anything. But because of that, I feel like Eddie doesn't want to attach ANYTHING negative to Chris. And it's like, Eddie, you're allowed to acknowledge that Chris -who you love dearly- was the result of a rocky relationship. Chris is allowed to be an unintentional pregnancy. It's okay if Chris wasn't planned, that doesn't make Chris bad, and it doesn't make either Eddie or Shannon bad.
But I think Eddie is a guy who really REALLY wants to be in control. He wears a mask around most of the time pretending to be in control of his life and emotions. Consider in the lawsuit arc, when Eddie yells at Buck in the grocery he says "We all have our own problems, but you don't see us whining about it. Somehow we just manage to suck it up." Like ??? Eddie I'm so sorry, you are the mayor of repression. Like he acts as if he can control things because the reality that he can't control things is literally terrifying to him.
But it's also something religion can kind of influence you to think!!! There's a strong theme in Catholic circles that 'what you think leads to what you do'. The idea being 'sinful thoughts leading to sinful behaviour'. And if you look at Eddie's character in regards to that..... Yeah, things kinda look screwed up for him. Because he's been through a lot; being a kid with absent father, looking after his sisters, having a disabled child at a young age, living in warzones, a rocky relationship with his wife, working 3 jobs while being a single dad, being shot by a sniper - this dude is TRUAMATIZED. And he probably has TONS of really bad thoughts all the time, 'what if I died right now, what if I kill people right now, what if this person I'm trying to save dies, if I grab the gun from this nutcase I could kill him and that would save everyone a lot of hassle' type thoughts.
And the fact that he represses all of this, and refuses to bring it up, and insists that he can just move on from all his trauma no problem- it all culminates in this arc he's going through with cheating and hurting the people around him.
Which is funny- because it seems that Eddie is constantly striving to achieve the perfect family, to get back to the idea of the nuclear family with a mum, dad, and kid.... But all he's ended up doing is hurting everyone around him. Hurting Marisol by cheating, hurting Chris by forcing mother figures into his life instead of it happening naturally, and hurting himself by refusing to actually fix the root cause of problems.
By trying so hard to obtain a 'perfect family' he's destroying the family he already has. Because in Eddie's own words "The 118 is the family we chose." And he's messing that up.
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