rolling over in their graves

I have decided that my favorite thing about Black Sails is that according to this show, the treasure–the notorious treasure from a literary classic that has been adapted time and time again, that created most myths surrounding piracy including buried treasure and treasure maps–is actually Anne Bonny’s portion of stolen gold converted into a cache of portable gems by her girlfriend.

Robert Louis Stevenson’s “please don’t include women in your book” son must be rolling over in his grave, and that pleases me.

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 8  A/B/O

A/N: HEY GUYS! It’s finally here! This is definitely one of my favorite chapters. Hopefully I’ll be posting part 9 later on tonight (I live in the us so it’ll be a bit later for y'all lol) but I’ve made it halfway at least!! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤

Warnings: minor character death. Swearing. 



Three Years Ago:

You stared down at the coffins as they lowered into the ground. Your cheeks were completely tear stained, your mascara running down your face in clumps. Your hair was extremely soaked, as the rest of you was. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They were just going on their anniversary date like they did every year, yet somehow they were hit head on by a drunk driver. Your father always used to scold Remy for drunk driving, yet ironically, it’s what ended up ending his life.

Remy took a puff from his cigarette, exhaling a large cloud of smoke that blew right into your face. Your eyes watered and you let out a cough.

“Where are we going now?” You asked, peering up at your older brother. Remy stared forward, completely ignoring your question. His eyes seemed completely glazed over, just like it always did when he used to drink.

“What do you mean we?” he murmured, throwing the bug onto the ground and stepping on it with his shoe.You reached forward, trying to place your hand in his, only for him to yank it back. Immediately, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“W-Where are you gonna go?” You asked, watching with fearful eyes as he turned and began walking away. He ignored your question completely, walking past the graveyard.  You followed him quickly, stepping over the large headstones in the process.

“Remy!” You cried. “Please don’t leave me!”

He halted in his tracks, his head hung low, casting his gaze to the ground. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. He turned around, looking at you with a completely emotionless expression.

“Il est temps pour vous de grandir maintenant, gamin,” he spoke, a small frown danced across his lips as his eyes scanned over your tear stained face.

“Delta appartiennent sur leur dos, après tout.”

With that he turned around and began walking away once again.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder as he strolled.

That day, you lost your mother and father. They were gone from this earth, leaving you alone and afraid. But deep down, you felt as though you lost your brother as well.



*One Month After Chap. 7*

Seeing Remy was going to be extremely difficult.

Getting ahold of him, that would the hardest part.

The last time you saw each other wasn’t exactly a good experience. Words were exchanged, things were said that you regretted.

“Unfortunately, I’ve found zero men with the name Remy Y/L/N,” Vision informed, restacking the large papers in his hands. He took it upon himself to help Tony and Bucky with the search, as the latter wasn’t exactly tech savvy at the moment. That and Vision liked to be included in these things; it made him feel useful.

Bucky let out a sigh as he took a sip of his coffee. The third one this hour to be exact. As grateful as you were, you were starting to grow worried for him. He hadn’t exactly slept for more than three or so hours, only taking small naps here and there, also when you forced him. The last thing you wanted was to impose on the team, but what choice did you two have?

You absentmindedly rubbed your tummy.

Being at the one month mark, you were starting to show a bit. Children born in the alpha/beta/omega dynamics were born earlier, meaning instead of the usual nine months, you’d be ready to pop in five.

And it terrified you to no end.

In five short months you would be giving birth to Bucky’s baby. And you wouldn’t be bonded. At least, you didn’t know yet. You had no idea where you stood with Bucky. He cared about you, you figured that when you and he got intimate more and more often. You hadn’t exactly done the actual deed since your heat, but you could tell he wanted to.

When you two did get intimate, it usually ended with Bucky’s face between your thighs. Which you had no complaints about.

But you needed to find your brother first before you made any vast decisions.

Bucky rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes tiredly. You felt a pang of longing as you looked down at him. He was exhausted, but refused to actually rest until your brother was found and that document was signed. He jokingly mentioned that he’d force Remy to sign it, even if that mean he had to hold the man’s hand and do it himself.

The image of Bucky angrily scribbling on the document with your brother’s hand entangled in his made you chuckle a bit. You had no doubt he wouldn’t do it.

“I think I’ve got something!” Peter exclaimed, causing everyone to scurry around him.

“What did you find?” Pepper yawned from Tony’s lap. The two were seated on the leather sofa, her legs sprawled across his lap. She had fallen asleep a while ago, the exhaustion of three days without sleep finally caught up with her. Steve was on the other side of Tony, his head lulling onto the armrest of the sofa.

Tony, who was completely passed out at the moment, shot up as soon as Pepper elbowed him in the ribs. “What? What I miss?” he sputtered.

“Y/N,” Natasha called over to you. She turned the laptop around, revealing a picture of a man. “Is this the club he owns?”

With a subtle nod of your head, everyone let out sighs of relief.

Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the website

“He calls himself Gambit?” he snorted, scrolling down the site’s page. Apparently, he owned a very high end casino in Baton Rouge, which was infamous for hosting illegal gambling nights. Your parents would probably be rolling over in their graves right now.

But then again, they would’ve been even more disappointed in your life choices.

“I say we give it a shot,” Bucky whispered into your ear. His flesh hand rested on your stomach as he spoke. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder.

“What do I even say to him?” You scoffed, peering down at the phone in your hand. You had no idea how you’d even start a conversation with him in the first place. Should you ask him how he’s doing? No, that was too suspicious. Should you bring up mom and dad? God, no. He would surely hang up on you instantly.

You stared down at the cellphone in your hand. Vision was really good, you’ll admit that. How did he even get ahold of his personal phone number? You wondered if Vision even got the right information. What if there was another Remy Y/L/N in the same area?

You typed in the numbers on the screen and paused. As much as you hated this, you had to give it a chance. You prayed that he’d understand your situation. Bucky pressed a small kiss to your cheek and whispered encouragements in your ear.

“Even if he doesn’t want to listen, my offer still stands.” You playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

You couldn’t fight the smile that grew on your face as you took him Bucky’s dorky grin. You’d love to see that happen.

With a deep breath, you pressed call.

“Hello?” That didn’t sound like your brother.

“Hi, is this Remy?” you asked politely. The man went silent for a few seconds.

“Oh…uh…you’ve got the wrong number,” He replied harshly before hanging up.  

You felt your insides drop.

What just happened?

“Y/N?” Pepper asked softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You yanked your shoulder away and stood from the couch, storming down the hallway.

You couldn’t be there anymore. You needed to breathe; it didn’t matter where you went, as long as you were alone. As you walked down the corridors, you could hear Bucky calling your name from afar. Picking up your pace, you made it to the elevator.

“Y/N, wait!” Bucky called out as he raced towards the elevator, only for the doors to close before he got a few feet away from you. He let out a string of curses as he raced towards the stairway.

You let out a sob as soon as the doors closed. Your heart was broken once again, not for yourself, but for the life growing inside you. You weren’t sure before, but you were now, especially since so much was at stake.

You wanted this baby and you wanted a life with Bucky.

The doors opened and you immediately exited the building, ignoring Friday’s warnings.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she chimed. “I would advise you to stay inside. It’s not safe without the protection of Mr. Barnes.”

Ignoring her, you pushed open the doors and walked away, picking a random direction and for once, letting your instincts guide you. 

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed, causing the older man to jump. 


“What is it, Friday?” he asked, not looking up from his phone. He had sent you over thirty texts, yet you still weren’t replying. You didn’t leave your phone here, so what was the deal?

“I’m afraid we have a visitor, the head of the ABO Registration is in the lobby.”

Tony’s phone fell from his hand as the words rung throughout his brain. What the hell was he doing here?

It had been an entire month since the giant showdown at the hospital, and the fact that you weren’t sterilized yet probably raised some eyebrows. But for fuck’s sake, the head of the registry was here? Couldn’t he have sent a team or something?

“Friday, get my suit ready.” he stood, making his way towards his lab. 

“Everyone else, suit up.” 


Central Park was beautiful at night.

You were seated on a small bench beside one of the many giant oak trees surrounding the area. The only source of light was a tall, skinny lamp post a few feet away from you and even that barely gave you enough light to see properly. You shivered, rubbing your hands over your arms.

You really needed to plan things out better the next time you decided to run off.

With a sigh, you rested your head in your hands. What on earth were you going to do now? Should you leave? No, the government would probably track you down in seconds, way before you could actually go anywhere. Not to mention, Bucky would lose his mind if you took off. He was the father of your child, you weren’t going to take that away from him.

You couldn’t survive without him, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

Suddenly, the sound of faint whistling pulled you from your thoughts.

You lifted your head, peering around the park. This was such a bad idea now that you finally thought about it. God knows how many alphas were just roaming around New York at night. And you, probably the only delta in New York, had to run off without any  kind of protection. You left your phone in the lobby when you exited the tower and now you were highly regretting that.

You stood from the bench, backing away from where you last heard the whistling. Your breathing began growing faster with each backward step you took. The whistling had stopped completely, but you were still highly paranoid. You hated that feeling.

You kept backing away from the noise until you were suddenly bombarded with the smell of vanilla and leather.

“Un petit oiseau me dit qu'un certain delta me poursuivait,” a voice muttered behind you.

A little birdy told me that a certain delta was looking for me.

Your eyes widened at the words. No way…that wasn’t possible. How did he…

You turned around, expecting to see the same young man from three years ago, but instead, you were met with the man leaning against the light pole as he stared down at you. The smoke from his cigarette surrounded him as he watched you intently.

Flicking the cigarette to the side, he pushed off the light pole, casually strolling towards you. He was at least a foot taller than you now and twice the size in muscles. But his face was still the same, not matter how much he tried to change.

“So tell me, sis,” he smirked, his eyes falling to your stomach. He placed his hands in his pockets.

"Who’s the lucky guy?”


-FIN! ❤️


(Remy is such a drama king lol) (;

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“Seventeen Days” (Part 7)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

Originally posted by teenager-stuff

“So, what do you think?”

“I think you’re right. Finding out what happened before Bucky Barnes entered college may provide you a lead. However, I’d like to remind you that –“

You bat the air with your palm and interrupt, “No, silly. I was talking about the outfit.” Placing your hands on your hips, you do your best supermodel twirl before hunching your torso into an exaggerated high-fashion pose. “What do you think?” you repeat.

Steve stares at you in a half incredulous, half disgruntled manner. He sweeps his hand up and down in front of your contorted form. “It’s just a t-shirt and jeans,” he matter-of-factly points out.

“I know, but I’m also asking about the ensemble.” You straighten your spine and point to your white sneakers. “Should I change to flats? Or heels? Do people wear heels to college parties?”

“Just stick with the white –” Steve abruptly halts mid-sentence. He mutters something about staying focused before shooting his laser-sharp gaze your way. “Did you really summon me because you wanted feedback on an outfit?” he asks, spitting out the last word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“This is my first party on Earth, Steve-o. I don’t remember my time on Earth, but you remember yours, so I need your help with human fashion. I can’t just walk in there wearing anything. First impressions may not be accurate, but they’re important.”

“Mmhm, now remind how your first impression went with Bucky Barnes.”

Brow furrowed in mock-seriousness, you point a defensive finger at the sarcastic grim reaper. “Hey now, Bucky was a tough cookie, but look how well it’s going!” Feeling a small urge to continue tooting your horn, you lean in and whisper, “I think he’s coming around!”

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Y’all whiny MFers better not get Discovery cancelled

I’ll confess, I’ve seen the trailer for Star Trek Discovery about 50 times since it was released. I have some reservations about a few things, but as a Trek fan in general, I’m so excited I’m screaming in a pitch that only dogs can hear. Also, I may have wet my pants. 

Then I went and read the YouTube comments on the trailer and remembered exactly why it is that we as Trek fans can’t have nice things. In case you’re wondering, it goes roughly like this:

It just keeps going: 
The Klingons are weird.
Sarek doesn’t look like Sarek.
It has JJ Abrams written all over it.
Gene Roddenberry would be rolling over in his grave. 

I don’t get the mentality that the only “good” Star Trek is one where Klingons are white dudes with shoe polish on their faces and the crew of the Enterprise solves the social problems of ridiculously cookie-cutter societies every week. Also, Mark Lenard is dead and he will never play Sarek again. That’s been a thing since 1996. Listen, like it or not, Gene Roddenberry lost his mind in his later years, and that’s why the first two seasons of The Next Generation feel so damn unwatchable. But guess what? I still watched them and I joke about how terrible they are, but I still wouldn’t hashtag them as #NotMyStarTrek. 

Remember that time they actually recycled a plot from The Original Series and it ended with Tasha Yar asking Data if he was “fully functional?” Yeah, I cringed just writing that. 

In case no one noticed, we’ve come a long way since the 1960s in terms of special effects, makeup, editing, and even science. I swear some people would only be happy if the bridge of Discovery were identical to the bridge of the original Enterprise, cardboard inlays and monotone computer voice and all. I know this is true because I’ve seen some of the fan movies. You want to talk about unwatchable, check out Star Trek: Of Gods and Men on YouTube. 

Then there are people whining about how an Asian female captain and a black female lead is just a way of making SJWs happy and is a vicious slap in the face to fans. To anyone who actually thinks that, WTF kind of Star Trek have you been watching up until this point? If you can’t stomach the idea of a Star Trek that pushes you outside your comfort zone which only extends to watching three white 1960s bros solve the universe’s problems, I seriously question your dedication to the franchise. Furthermore, you can’t have it both ways: you can’t say Gene Roddenberry would be devastated and simultaneously whine that it looks like a campy multicultural homosexual estrogen party. 

Clearly this incarnation is set up to be serialized so yes, it’s very different than the original, but I for one would much rather watch Star Trek evolve with the times (and technology) than continue to live in a Groundhog Day of The Original Series. Anyone who bitches and moans that they can tell it sucks just by watching the trailer reminds me of Al Bundy reliving his glory days of scoring four touchdowns in a single game for Polk High. Life moves on. So does Star Trek

“The only good Star Trek is the original Star Trek!”

So can we stop whining about a show none of us have even seen yet? Can we stop trying to get it cancelled before it even has a chance to come into its own? Complaining about it isn’t going to make CBS decide to produce a Trek series made by fans who can’t stop reliving the era of Spock or Picard. 

AGGRESSIVELY CUTE AND HAPPY THINGS TIME BECAUSE I NEED THEM WE NEED THEM PREPARE THYSELVES FOR FLUFF

  • Newt makes awful coffees. Awful. They’re either murky peat-water or sentient tar, there is no in between. Graves drinks them without comment because Newt made them.
  • Actually that’s not quite true, Graves drinks them with many comments, particularly when the black mess is somehow defying gravity and climbing out of the mug. Newt occasionally gets flustered and tries to take the mug back but Graves hunches over it protectively because it’s his coffee that his boyfriend made him and he downs the scalding, gravity defying concoction before Newt can take it off him and smirks triumphantly when Newt pouts.
  • When Graves starts floating from whatever the fuck Newt did to his coffee, Newt crosses his arms and tells him off for drinking it in the first place. Graves flails against the ceiling and sticks out his burnt tongue and looks pitiful until Newt sighs and levitates himself up to kiss it better.
  • Kissing it better is going very well indeed until the coffee wears off and Graves stops floating. He clings to Newt for dear life while Newt, the fucker, laughs his head off and takes his sweet time about manoeuvring them to hover over the kitchen table so Graves can get down.
  • “I am not putting my shoes on the table we eat off that thing!”
  • Don’t drop me on the floor the floor is a long way away.
  • Newt finally rolls his eyes and casts a second levitating charm on Graves. It’s one that gives him full control over where Graves is positioned rather than just floating him up to lie on the ceiling, and isn’t that an interesting prospect. He twitches his fingers to bring Graves up to hover beneath him, and again to align them flush against each other. Graves slides one hand behind Newt’s head and slides the other down his front in a way that vanishes his clothes, and this is an excellent progression of events.
  • Five minutes later, Newt is too distracted to hold either levitation spell and Graves is a loudly complaining ball of agony on the kitchen table with an elbow in his ribs, a knee in exactly the worst place for a knee to land, and definitely a broken spine, Newt, he isn’t kidding, it’s fine for some people because they had a nice squishy boyfriend to land on but other people had a bony boyfriend land on them and ow mercy lewis right in the gonads fuck
  • Cue much fussing and application of homemade and not-officially-sanctioned pain poultices made of god knows what ingredients that Newt was taught by a healer in god knows what country but they actually work so that’s ok (though god knows how)
  • The pair of them end up on the sofa, Graves lying sideways with his head on Newt’s lap and Newt stroking lazy circles on Graves’ bare back to “help the healing” while he flips through pages for the latest chapter of his book
  • Graves contributing with grammar and spelling because holy shit, Newt knows his stuff but the things that man does to a comma are illegal
  • As in actually illegal, Graves passed a law about it last week and he’s pretty sure that Tina hasn’t noticed yet to revoke it
  • The pair of them share the sofa with three occamies, curled up on Graves’ chest, a diricawl perched on Newt’s shoulder, Pickett in Graves’ hair trying to make it curl the way Newt’s does (and succeeding what the actual fuck Pickett what arcane magic are you using to do this) and Addie the nundu laid out over Newt’s feet like a large pair of deadly killer slippers.
  • Lazy evenings by the fire in a puppy pile of creatures, Graves rolling over sleepily and burying his face in Newt’s stomach, occamies mewing unhappily as they’re dislodged and burrowing beneath the blanket to resettle themselves, Newt’s soft smile as he looks around him at his family
  • Happy things

anonymous asked:

There's a reason Steve prefers vintage porn to the modern stuff, and it's not what most people would think.

“I-I’m sorry,” Tony said, holding an offended hand up to him. “You what?” 

Steve let out a tired sigh. “I don’t like the new digital film,” he repeated, this time a little slower. 

“Digital film isn’t a thing, Rogers,” he protested. “It’s just digital.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, Tony, I don’t like digital,” he corrected. “It’s just too-too-” 

“Crude?” offered Clint. 

Steve snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “Yes, thank you, Clint. Crude. It’s too crude.” 

Tony’s face twisted further into confusion. “It’s porn! It’s supposed to be crude!” 

He shot him a look. “Not like that, Tony,” he chastised. “Back then they were artistic. The compositions, the lingerie, the set, everything was thought out. Now? Now everything looks slapdash and cheap. Bettie Page is rolling over in her grave.” 

Tony let out a dramatic gasp. “I cannot believe you would bring her into this.” 

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.

“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.

“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.

“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”

You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.

Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.

“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?

“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?

“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?

You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.

“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”

“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”

He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.

“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.

He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”

Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”


When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.

Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.

Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.

When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.

It threw him way off guard, and off his game.

“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”

Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.

“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.

“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.

“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.

“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.

Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.

“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”

The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.

“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”

“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.

“Unless the waiver is sign-”

“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”

Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.

“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”  

Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.

As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.

“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and  his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”

Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Someone let out a snort.

“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.


“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”

Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.

“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.

“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.

Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.

But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?

“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”

“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.

“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”


“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.

He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.

“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.

Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.

Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.

“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”

The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what.  With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.

“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”

Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.

“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”

“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”

Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.

Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.

Queen of hearts.

Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.

“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”

Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.


You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.

What if Remy refuses?

The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.

Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.

That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.

“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.

The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.

A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.

You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.

You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.

Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.


“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.

Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.

“C'est une fille.” he whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.  

This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.


Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Remy,

If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.

If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.

I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.

The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.

You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.

I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.

I love you both so much, never forget that.

Dad.

He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.

“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.

“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.  

“I’m just fine.”


-FIN!

Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!

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Not You

Originally posted by winsync

Requested by @littlemsdemon:

“hey lovely, could you do an imagine/one shot (still don’t really know the difference oops) with Dean where he and the reader get into a fight because the reader wants him to open up to her and not always tell her he’s fine? i love your writing!! <3″

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, swearing

Notes: This is set after season 5 where Sam sacrifices himself and jumps into the pit :) x


Route 39. 50 miles to Stonestown. 

The sign that appeared and disappeared within a matter of seconds was quite easily the most interesting thing that you had seen in the past eight hours. Your tolerance for endless desert and shrubbery maxed out at two. Your tolerance for ACDC however, had maxed out after ten minutes.

Sure ACDC was great, no one could deny it. But you could only listen to the same fucking album on repeat so many times before you began to wish for the sweet relief of a pit stop so you could get even a few minutes of silence.

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A Girl Called Mike - Part 1

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: About 2900

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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“You doing okay there Mike?” Dean came up asking you.

You had joined up with the Winchesters on a case, as you occasionally did, this time by accident as you both caught wind of a this one from a state news site. Ghouls it turned out to be. You couldn’t care less usually about ghouls, helped out the problem of decomposition, but when they started making snacks out of the living you had to put them back into place.

You used your ball cap to brush the dust and cobwebs off your flannel (the blood would require more intense cleaning) and placed it back atop your short haired wig that concealed your longer hair.

“Yup, I’m good.” You confirmed in your long-practiced lowered voice. You had used cigarettes at first, but after months of learning to talk with your throat, it eventually came naturally. “Except I keep wondering when it’s your turn to be the bait.” You joked.

Dean rested his hand on your shoulder as he laughed unknowing sending a wave of electricity through your body upon contact. “I suppose when you stop volunteering.”

“Reckon we better find Sam?” You suggested.

His hand left your shoulder and you resisted  the urge to reach out and grab his hand. You had played this act for so long it was second nature, but Dean Winchester was the one weakness that could unravel it all, and you hated yourself for it.

Sam found you both before you had the chance to go looking for him. “Hey, you guys okay?”

“Yeah,” the both of you responded in unison. “You?” You added rubbing at the glued on facial hair on our jawline.

“Unscratched.” Sam boasted.

“I need a beer.” You commented.

“I’m with ya.” Dean added. “Same place as last night?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed. “But first I need to freshen up.” You mentioned as you all made your way out of the crypt.

“Always trying to impress the ladies Mike.” Sam joked.

“Yeah, it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I smell like a grave or the blood stains.” You remarked sarcastically. “I’ll meet up with you.”

“Don’t be too long, Dean thrives off the competition.” Sam said referring to the local ladies.

“I could take your ugly asses on double or nothing.” You challenged, cringing on the inside, comments like these being part of the reason you felt the need to disguise yourself.

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At this point, every morning feels like waking up, checking the computer and witnessing a dystopian Orwell novel happening right before my eyes.

And the really shitty thing? It’s not even a good Orwell novel.

The characters are too stupid. Too bland. Too one-dimensional. It’s too much of a circus. No subtlety. 

Be real: Orwell would roll over in his grave before he wrote anything like this

Some ObiRex things to Chew On

Listen I ship ObiRex more than AniRex so honestly, this was gonna happen. So, here, some ObiRex in Canon Time, because I Enjoy Pain.


Rex doesn’t realize he’s in love with General Kenobi until they have to do a co-op after Geonosis. It makes his heart stop, and he knows Commander Tano knows something’s wrong, because she looks at him with worry. When she asks, he lies through his teeth, and says he’s fine.

General Skywalker asks him, later, if he’s alright. “Snips mentioned you looked upset about something. You know, you can talk to me, Rex, if you think something’s wrong with our plans.” Rex forces a smile, and lies again.

“The plan is fine,” That much is true. “I’m fine, General.” That much, is not.

It isn’t until a week into the campaign that Cody corners him in his quarters, and sits next to him. Rex is tense, he knows it’s coming. Cody knows him far too well.

“So, we’re shit out of luck, huh?” He learns during their talk, that Cody has feelings General Windu, of all people. He empathizes with his favorite vod.

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anonymous asked:

Someone once told me to hurry because they had to be at a funeral in 20 minutes. Gee, guess you really loved that person! Shopping in a clothing store 20 minutes before their funeral began... smh.

Aunt Edna ain’t going to roll over in her grave if you don’t go use that 50 cent coupon off on anal creme before her funeral. -Abby

What kind of shadowy manipulator actually goes on the cover of Time Magazine admitting he’s a shadowy manipulator?
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Trevor Noah on Steve Bannon.

Seriously, though. Thomas Cromwell would roll over in his grave at this man’s sheer and utter amateurishness.

YOU DON’T LET PEOPLE KNOW YOU ARE A MASTERMIND. THAT IS WHY YOU ARE A MASTERMIND. READ HILARY MANTEL, YOU FOOL. 

Guilty Pleasures | 1 | (M)

word count: 5k

genre: smut + fluff; high school AU + scholar/fuckboy!jimin + jock!jeongguk

pairing(s): jimin/reader/jeongguk

summary: you hated school and rebelled a little because of it, despite the fact that you always saved face by being an angel in classrooms. that’s why you like to go online to find some fun, where you stumble across a classmate and make a special arrangement. while this goes on, poor little jeon jeongguk has the biggest crush on you but is afraid to make a move because it looks like you’re into his friend, jimin. if only he knew just what the two of you get to…

a/n: jeongguk isn’t introduced in this chapter but he will be next chapter, so this chapter is strictly jimin

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