The Real Hustle

jimsdeadbones  asked:

help i cant stop thinking about stan using magic tricks- if he cant do a single coin trick he could probably do others- like card tricks, cardistry, being an escape artist- stan remembering how to do tricks first before completely regaining his memories

YES! Most of Stan’s magic has been used over the years as cons, tricks and flimflams such as the Three-Card Monty. He’s also the master of proposition bets

Of course, sometimes he just does tricks for the fun of it and because he can

Yes, he’s a great escapologist but that’s more through necessity than anything else.

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four people is suffering from a mental illness. Look at your 3 best friends. If they’re ok, then it’s you.
—  Rita May Brown 

Imagine helping Scott hustle Chris.

You stood at a corner trying not to smile at how adorably competitive your boyfriend was being. It was a simple get-together celebrating Chris’ return that consisted of your brother, his brother, and a few of your closest friends. It was hard to believe you weren’t at a college frat party from the way your living room looked, and how the men were acting. They’d started a game of beer pong fifteen minutes ago which your brother and Chris were cleaning up; three games in a row they’d won and they were incredibly smug about it. It finally got to a point where Scott felt the need to grab you while you were walking out of the bathroom because he knew you were the challenging’s team only chance at beating the reining defenders.

Scott had seen you play beer pong before, it was at a party Chris couldn’t make so your boyfriend had no idea how good you actually were. To Chris, you were the girl who spent her nights watching Disney movies while the rest of your generation partied on. And you were that girl to some extent, but you had a wild side too; it was why you agreed to help hustle your own boyfriend. It wasn’t just to knock his smugness down a peg, you wanted to get out of something. There was a dinner party coming up hosted by a couple he knew you didn’t get along with, he’d tricked you into going so now you were going to trick him to get out of it.

“Suck it!” Both your boyfriend and your brother did all kinds of hand gestures as they landed the final shot, winning another game. “Man,” Chris turned to your brother, laughing. “I am getting thirsty on this end of the table.” Your brother laughed, meeting his high five. “I think we need to go grab ourselves a beer so we don’t dehydrate while waiting for someone to make a shot.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Scott warned as the two of you approached the table. You picked up a ping pong ball with a smirk; Chris raised a brow at you while Scott filled the empty cups. “I’m thinking the babies of the family versus the big kids.” You grinned at your brother who knew perfectly well you were experienced in the game of beer pong; you crushed him at majority of the family parties your parents hosted when you were teenagers. “What do you say, big brother? Think you’ve got another game in you?”

“Oh, I definitely have another game in me,” Chris chuckled. “I’m being hesitant because I don’t want to end up having to sleep on the couch because my girl is sulking about how I demolished her at beer pong.” Scott turned to you, smirking; you played it clueless, rolling the ping pong ball in-between your palms. “But if you’re up for it, babe, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Your brother suppressed his urge to laugh at the confidence of your boyfriend. Clearly, he’d no idea you were ridiculously good at beer pong. You played it often. It wasn’t always with beer or at a party, sometimes you’d just play it with your best friends at a sleepover. Occasionally when you had nothing to do, you’d fill plastic cups with water and practice. It was a good party trick, and you were much like your boyfriend- competitive. Your brother wasn’t going to say anything because he could tell you had something planned and he knew it was going to be amusing to watch.

“I think I’m up for it,” you nodded, pretending to be sweet and innocent despite having devised a plan to hustle the love of your life with his brother. “Could you be nice and go easy on me though? I’m not very familiar with this game and we both know how bad I am with balls.” You giggled when Chris choked on his spit, snickering.

“I’d beg to differ,” he winked and you laughed, “but you got it. Tell you what, if you get three shots in- we’ll admit defeat and you’ll be the new reigning champion.” You felt a smirk threatening to make an appearance, but you stopped it with a lick of your lips instead. “Scott’s not included in the deal, I’m just talking about you. If you get three shots, you guys win.”

“Can I also add something else to sweeten the pot?” You quizzed and Chris chuckled, nodding because he was confident you wouldn’t make it. “If I get three shots in, we skip Frank and Amanda’s dinner party next week.” It was a request he nodded at without hesitation, handsomely smug. “Do you promise?”

“Baby, if you get three shots in I’ll buy you VIP tickets to Taylor Swift’s world tour for ‘reputation’.” Chris informed you; both brothers covered their mouths to hide their snickers. “Three shots, and I’ll- no shit- get us out of that dinner party and take you to see Taylor Swift when she announces her world tour.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Elbow behind the table, right?” You quizzed as you positioned your arm, earning a nod from him. You weren’t planning to make the first shot, you had to make it look real to actually hustle a man as smart as Chris. “Okay, let’s see.” You tossed it, missing the cups by a long shot. “Aw, no.” You pouted and Chris mirrored your pout. “It’s okay, I’ve got more shots.”

“Mm hm,” Chris nodded. “Shake it off, shake it off.” He sang and you giggled. “My turn.” He positioned his arm. “I know you don’t like beer, baby, so Scott will drink this for you.” He flicked his wrist and the ball flew across the table, landing in one of the cups on the back row. “Drink up, bud.”

Scott downed the beer then made his shot, hitting the edge of one of the middle cups. Chris chuckled, stepping out of your brother’s way so he could make his shot. It easily landed in the cup at the front, forcing Scott to take another drink. You tried again, missing once more much to Chris’ delight. You shrugged with a dramatic sigh, bringing Chris over to your side to give your forehead a quick kiss before he returned to make his shot. Again, into a cup that Scott had to drink. He then made his shot that successfully found its way into a cup that your brother drank, before making his shot that thankfully missed. You decided to stop with your act before Scott got too drunk, he’d already had quite a bit to drink before he started his first game of beer pong. Chris made him go get himself a glass of water while you got ready for your shot.

“Since Scott’s gone to get some water, can I take numerous shots in a row?”

“Take as many as you need to get three,” Chris told you, shrugging. He was so confident and so smug, you couldn’t wait to see his face when you cleaned up. “Take a deep breath,” he advised and you nodded, lining your shot. “If you miss the first one, use it as a ga-” He was cut off when your shot landed in the cup and those around the table cheered loudly. “Nice, baby.” He clapped then downed the drink, chuckling when you smiled coyly.

“Two more, right?” You quizzed and before he could answer your rhetorical question, you swiftly made both shots; the balls landed perfectly in the corner two cups in the back row. Chris’ jaw dropped and he gaped at you with wide eyes, unable to find the words. “What do I get if I get all the other cups?” You raised a brow, smirking with the smugness he’d lost. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me now.” You told him and made the rest of the shots; every ball you threw landed into a filled cup. “I’ll check back and cash in my winnings when you decide.”

“Did we just get hustled?” Chris leaned over to your brother and whispered.

“You just got hustled,” your brother confirmed for him with a nod. “I would’ve said something, but then she’d try and get me and- well, I’m not as wealthy as you are. I can’t afford VIP tickets to Taylor Swift,” he laughed with you and the rest of the group while Chris tried to process what had happened. “C’mon, man. You’ve been with her for two years, are you honestly that shocked? The girl is constantly bombarding you with new information and surprises.”

“Yeah, it’s like living with a spy,” Chris gave you the stink eye, trying not to smile. You giggled and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh man,” he rolled his eyes, resting his hands on your waist. “I should’ve known, you and Scott are always up to no good. Then you ask for an out with the dinner party and- God dammit, Y/N,” he playfully nipped your neck and you squirmed, laughing. “I’m going to get you back for this, you know that right?”

“Now who’s sulking?”

Stripped (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 5035 (sorry??)
Warnings: Angst, some language, brief mention of violence against reader

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.


You wake up feeling refreshed. You can sense that you had a nice deep sleep and you definitely needed it. Stretching your arms over your head as you yawn you get up, looking in your mirror to wipe your eyes and fix your messy hair.

You leave the bedroom and smile as you see Bucky sitting on the couch, head down staring at the tablet.

“Good morning,” you cheerfully say, walking past him towards the kitchen.

You look around for coffee, assuming he had brewed a pot for you as he did the day before but the coffee pot was untouched. You grab a filter and the container of coffee, ready to make some for yourself.

“Do you want any?” you asked Bucky, suddenly realizing he hadn’t responded to your earlier greeting.

You look towards him. He’s still focused on the tablet. Maybe he’s lost in the book he was reading. You walk towards him and place your hand on his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

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anonymous asked:

innocent reylo in college with some chubby rey maybe?

(Sorry this took me a little bit. Eh, I don’t know how this turned out either but yeah. No kink, so no worries.)


Kylo again, banging at her dorm room door looking for her roommate. The tall, sporty blonde that didn’t like her very much. The feeling was mutual, but Rey tried to make the best of rooming with her. It was the kind of compromise she had to make for one of the more spacious student dwellings.

Really, the two young women navigated around one another with relative ease, seeing as Phasma was gone half of the time, and ignored her when she was there. It was her friends constantly knocking at their door that frustrated her the most. Particularly Kylo. Hux, Mitaka, they could take a hint. Kylo? Not so much.

“I said she’s not here.” Rey sighed in exasperation, ready to close the door in his face, but a large hand reached out and pushed it open instead, causing her to stumble back a little to, unwillingly, allow him entry.

“I guess I’ll wait then.” Came his airy reply as he eased passed Rey and plopped down on top of her roommate’s bed. His long, broad form taking up the entirety of the small mattress, much like Phasma did.

Rey knew there was no use in arguing with him. She didn’t know much about him, but one thing was for damn sure; Kylo Ren was as stubborn as a mule. Probably as dumb as one too.

As long as he shut up at permitted her to continue studying, then who the hell cared? He already looked half asleep anyways with his hands folded behind his head and his breathing shallow.

With another sigh, Rey closed the door and made her way back over to her bed, where papers were scattered and her laptop was open and ready for use. She climbed in with a soft creak of the frame. Her cheeks felt warm. She spared a brief glance in Kylo’s direction, but he didn’t seem to notice. If he had, he wasn’t going to make it known.

He was probably too busy daydreaming about whatever it was dumb boys his age dreamt about, anyways. Summer break, six packs of beer and giggly 10s in their bikinis.

Rey wouldn’t be participating in those sorts of activities this summer, just as she had skipped out on all of the fun the year before as well. College was really taking its toll on her, not only emotionally but physically.

As a freshman, she could’ve easily competed with the likes of Phasma’s trim figure. With all of the late night study sessions, cheap junk food and lack of time for any real physical actively beyond hustling across campus to catch one of her classes, naturally it would start to catch up on her. It did.

This summer, Rey swore up and down that mid-year break would be dedicated to getting back into shape. Or at the very least into a shape that vaguely resembled what she used to be.

“So…” Kylo spoke up a few moments after Rey had begun to type away at her laptop, getting back into the groove of her assignment. She looked up, noticing that at some point the male had rolled onto his side to face her direction. “You’re majoring in engineering, right?”

He was staring at her, hard, and she could’ve sworn that she saw his eyes wander, and it immediately made her feel uneasy. Rey picked up one of her pillows and squeezed it tightly to her stomach and chest in an attempt to hide the parts of herself that she was the most insecure. Small tits and a round tummy that only emphasized just how underwhelming the former were.

“Yeah? And I’m trying to study, so if you don’t mind…“

“Just trying to make conversation.” Kylo rolled his eyes and maneuvered onto his back once more, but his attention remained on her.

Rey did her best to ignore it, but there was this strange nagging desire to respond to him. She didn’t know why. Perhaps she wanted an excuse to take a much needed a break from studying, or that she had always been curious about the guy(though you’d never get her to admit it out loud).

She always just assumed that he was like his counterparts, the well-off kids that thought that they were better than everyone else because they had a little bit of money and class to their name. It didn’t help that he had a reputation. Getting kicked off of every other sports team due to instigating fist fights? Not a good look.

And yet…

“Phasma’s probably going to be out for awhile, so there’s really no point in waiting around.”

“I know.”

She looked up again, furrowing her brow. “Okay? So you’re just going to lay there then?”

Kylo retrieved his hands from behind his head and briefly sifted his fingers through his hair before propping himself up onto his elbows. “No, hence the trying to have a conversation thing I said a second ago.”

“Why the sudden change?” Rey squeezed her pillow tighter when she noticed that his eyes were crawling once again. Her questioned appeared to have confused him, which had effectively hindered him from burning a hole right through her.

“What do you mean?” He asked, taken aback.

She let out a soft, mirthless snort and turned her attention back to her laptop, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen loose from one of her three buns behind her ear. “Meaning, you’ve never tried that before.”

Kylo sat up straight, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, elbows now propped against his knees. He was staring at her again, but this time as if she’d sustained a head injury over the last couple of months. “You’re kidding right? I’m always trying to talk to you. Is your head really that far up your ass?” (It almost sounded like a genuine question.)

This gave Rey pause. Her rounded cheeks puffed out slightly, her fingers curling against the keys of her laptop. Surely he was mistaking her for someone else, because she could remember a single instance in which he…

Shit. He had.

Rey bit down lightly on her lower lip. Too prideful to apologize, especially since she wasn’t even that sorry to begin with. “Can’t see why you’d want to talk to me anyways, but whatever.”

Finally she found reprieve from his gaze now that he was looking down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs.

“Dunno, just thought you were – cool, I guess.”

Cool? She was cool? Not only was that description unsuccessful in making any positive impact on her, but he didn’t even sound convincing when he’d said it. She could recall a time when she was described as beautiful and intelligent. These days, she was should’ve felt lucky to get a compliment at all.

No, Rey, you deserve so much better than that.

Thaaanks.” She drawled sarcastically, saving her entry. She wasn’t getting anywhere, so why even try? After a moment, she pushed her laptop shut.

Kylo flinched, and what an amusing sight that was. A big guy like him caught off guard by a ‘soft’ snap. Rey couldn’t help but to let out a soft giggle, but she quickly bit her lip again in her hopes to suppress it.

Enticed by the Sound of her laughter, Kylo’s lips formed a lopsided little smile.

“Actually, I kinda wanted to ask you a question—”

Rey quirked an eyebrow. If he wanted her to relay a message to Phasma for him, she’d rather not play that game. She’d been asked out in high school through similar means, and she had always found it endearing that a boy was too shy to speak to her in person. Not so cute anymore now that she was simply the chubby, nerdy messenger girl.

“I’m pretty sure Phasma isn’t seeing anyone.” Rey shrugged her shoulders, ignoring this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was her turn to be caught off guard by the sound of his laughter.

“Uh, yeah, I know that, and I really couldn’t give a fuck. Funny you should say that though. Before you rudely interrupted me I was going to ask you if you were seeing anyone.”

Rey froze. Now she understood. He got a kick out of being a jerk, didn’t he? Was she seeing anyone? Please. She’d like to be. To have someone, anyone, show her interest to restore a bit of self-confidence she’d lost over the last couple of years.

“That’s none of your business, dude.” Rey felt her cheeks growing hot with embarrassment and a little bit of anger. What was more pathetic? Avoiding the question or just telling the truth?

“Maybe not, but I kinda need to know…”

Need to know? For what reason? She offered him a skeptical once over. She didn’t like how he felt entitled to that kind of personal information.

“Oh yeah? Why do you need to know my business, hm?”

“Do you? Have a boyfriend?”

They stared at one another. Kylo seemed no more willing to tell her why he wanted to know so badly than Rey was willing to admit that she didn’t have a boyfriend, and probably wouldn’t in the foreseeable future.