i know he's not a gambler

What I Read This Week

(7/8/17)

(Sorry for the late posting!) I read some amazing fics this week, and I can’t wait to share them with you!

Open At The Touch by kiaronna, Teen, 6.5k
Maybe Nishigori got ahold of a lock of Viktor’s hair, and some Polyjuice potion. Maybe it’s all an elaborate prank. With this as his only reasonable explanation, he steps forward, snags Viktor by his robes and tugs him in. There has to be an explanation, mystical and magical or medical, for the best Seeker in the Quidditch world showing up at his door; something besides his portrait, which won’t stop talking to Yuuri anyway.

I LOOOOOOOVED this HP AU! So cute and funny, and also angsty??? One of my favourite HP AUs yet!

The Roommate Trap by impolitecanadian, Mature, 2k (WIP)
Victor doesn’t believe in marriage. So when Chris, his best friend and roommate of 6 years, tells him he’s going to have to move out so he can get married, Victor is reasonably upset. Good thing Victor’s upstairs neighbour is looking for a roommate and maybe a little (okay, a lot) more.

I saw this recommended to me on fan rec friday’s and I thought I would give it a shot! Already entertaining so far, I can’t wait to see what happens next! I also love how it’s set in Canada, that’s pretty cool haha!

28 Tuxes by vodkawrites, Teen, 32k
While planning his 28th wedding, Yuuri begins to wonder if he can ever find love for himself.

I. AM. SOBBING. I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH!! The ending had me shook, laughing, crying, screaming!! I loved it!

What Now? by shereadsthestars, Mature, 15k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, Niki to his closest friends- well, closest friend, singular, prefers to keep his nose clean.He’s not the type to hold a strong presence in the room, or even dominate the conversation. He’s quiet, and mindful. And would really just like to finish out the rest of his college career in peace. So it’s no question that his unwavering, slightly over-the-top infatuation with one Yuuri Katsuki is a bit of a problem.

So you all know I’m the biggest fan of college/university AUs, so I had to read this when I saw it on FRF! I love how it’s a reverse AU, I am so obsessed with shy/studious Victor!! (The long hair is also a big bonus haha) Thumbs up!

Much To Do About Everything by DiAnna44, Teen, 5.4k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri don’t like each other. Which is, of course, perfectly acceptable. Except they never shut up about it, and Phichit and Chris, who are both tired of hearing about it and tasked with the duty of being the wonderful best friends that they are, decide to finally do something about it. Starfleet Academy/Star Trek AU.

GIVE ME ALL THE STAR TREK AUs!!! I love this fic already, the rivals aspect is giving me LIFE! I cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Jackpot by Ashida, Explicit, 5.6k
”Did you think you could get away with it again, Yuuri? Or are you getting greedy?“ Victor drawled low, taunting, trying to bring that person he knew out so they could keep playing.There was no point in Katsuki Yuuri denying it though, they’d played this game for years now. "Maybe I just wanted your attention?” Yuuri looked up and smirked something mischievous, something sinister. That guise melted into the wicked thing that Yuuri was, and Victor knew he was the one who’d been caught.

*fans self* Oh my lord this is SUCH a good one-shot! Gambler extraordinaire!Yuuri??? Married to a rich casino owner Victor??? This. Is. Everything.

the rough with the smooth by sixpences, Explicit, 5.9k
Yuuri grows a beard. Victor loses his mind. So does the internet.

So this is the second beard fic I’ve read and I am obsessed!!!!!!!!! Seriously obsessed. I didn’t know I needed Yuuri with facial hair until now. How did I live my life before this?

You were too much (then all at once you were just enough) by BoredMoose, Teen, 8.3k
You Barged Into My Dorm Room At 4 AM Drunk Off Your Ass And Begged Me To Sleep On The Floor Because You Couldn’t Remember Where Is Your Room!AU 

This was such a fun and entertaining fic! Light and easy read, you have to check this out!

Falling For Your Charms by Reiya, Teen, 12k (WIP)
Professor Katsuki’s crush on Professor Nikiforov is supposed to be a great secret. So naturally, the whole school knows.

I was really feeling the Harry Potter AUs this week, apparently, and I’m so glad I was! This is SUCH an amazing fic by one of my favourite authors, and made me fall in love with this AU all over again. Must read!

‘cause i know you’re worth it by missmichellebelle, Gen, 2.3k
Victor has imagined this moment a million times. He never imagined it being so very spectacularly terrifying.

The sequel/part 2 of the post-it note office AU that everyone fell in love with! This was so cute and a lil angsty! It wrapped up very nice and sweet, though. Love!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

What Happens In Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, fighting, smut, rough smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Dean (sorta), Dom!Reader, Sub!Reader, gambling, smut, use of sex toy, smut, oh…did I mention smut?

Word Count: 3819

A/N: This was written for @avasmommy224 birthday smut challenge. My prompt is in bold and please forgive me for this lol I had an idea so out of my comfort zone and ran with it. Please leave feedback! it is welcome and appreciated

There will be a part 2 later today!!!! Maybe even a part 3 in the future!

You love your job, plain and simple. You were probably one of the few people who had the pleasure of saying that but it was true. Sometimes things got a little heated but you were more than equipped to handle just about any situation tossed your way. You had just dealt the halfway mark of the current blackjack game at the casino you worked at. It was a table full of testosterone to say the least. One guy is burly with tattoo sleeves down both arms, definitely someone to steer clear of in any kind of hostile situation, the next is a bit smaller than him and drop-dead gorgeous. He’s slightly built and has the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen and every now and then you catch those eyes travelling up and down your physique; what’s visible due to the waist high blackjack table that is. You catch yourself having to fight a smile back every now and then whenever he looks up at you and sends you a flirty wink or two. Casino rules and expectations can be very tricky and the wrong hand gesture or facial expression can throw up red flags, cheating was severely frowned upon and anyone was a suspect.

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Infatuated

Summary: When a friend turns up after a breakup for comfort, will Steve finally take the opportunity to admit his feelings? 

Warnings: Unprotected sex. 

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If there was one thing Steve Rogers could accomplish where women were involved, it was being chivalrous to the ever painful T; where you were involved, though, it was an entirely selfish endeavor. If he held a door, it was only to watch your ass as you walked past. If he offered to help you out of one of Tony’s particularly low sitting cars, it was purely to feel the silk of your skin and the velvet of your “thank you” wash over him for however brief the moment. And worst? When he helped you into your coat tonight. God, he took two showers and he still could not shake the scent from your hair as it brushed his nose.

Now he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room area of the Avengers compound with the TV on as a haphazard distraction. A light from Wanda’s room lit up the hallway on the second story and easy melodies from her guitar slowly, slowly unwound the tangled strings of his heart. If he listened hard enough, he was sure to pick out Sam’s snores and Tony and Rhodes bickering from the workshop below his feet.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he jumped at the distraction. An audible groan fled his lips when he saw your name lighting it up.

‘You up?’ It said.

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Taken [Chapter 11]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15



You find yourself enjoying cute, mindless dates with Luhan more and more as days pass. It’s been about two weeks since the two of you had started dating, and him in your life really reminds of how you’re free. You can do whatever you want now, live however you want.

Luhan is adorable. He’s funny and talented but also incredibly shy sometimes. He pampers you often and it’s safe to say that you’ve completely gotten over your crush on Suho.

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Ouma and Celes Friendship Event

Kokichi Ouma: Celes-chan, so that’s where you were! I’ve been looking for you.

Celestia Ludenberg: Oh my, Ouma-kun… Was anything the matter?

Kokichi Ouma: C’mon! This is no time to be elegantly sipping your tea! We’re in dire straits here!

Calm down and listen, ok? You won’t believe me, but Yamada-chan, he…

inflated himself just like a ballon and keep going until he popped!

Celestia Ludenberg: Oh my, that’s incovinient. Who could I invite to brew tea for me from tomorrow on?

Kokichi Ouma: What? Can’t be a little bit more shocked? Celes-chan, your class is all covered in blood with some more dripping for the ceiling, you know?

Celestia Ludenberg: Well… As long it doesn’t stain my favourite purse, I see no issues.

Kokichi Ouma: Hmm, you’re so cold in face of this great tragedy. Is that the bloodshed experience only a gambler can have or something like that?

Celestia Ludenberg: Cold is an offensive way to put it. I am about to come running to confirm my purse’s well-being.

Kokichi Ouma: I see. No need to worry. I was lying. Yamada-chan and your purse are both safe.

Celestia Ludenberg: Was that so?… I am relieved. I had been completely tricked by you.

Kokichi Ouma: C’mon, lying is bad! I hate when people lie!

Celestia Ludenberg: I said no lies. Ouma-kun, my lines were all true-to-life.

Kokichi Ouma: Eh~, you’ll never quit this “I was decieved” gag, will you?

Celestia Ludenberg: Regardless of my quitclaim, it is a fact. Dohyaaaaa, I was much surpriiiiiiised.

Kokichi Ouma: Whoa~, it’s a lie so blatant that only Gonta would fall for that~!

Celes-chan… Aren’t you completely pissed at me on the inside and want to flip me out with everything you have?

Celestia Ludenberg: Not at all, I am a gambler… I am used to people lying to me.

Therefore, someone lying is not enough to disarrange my mind. Unlike you, Ouma-kun, I do not claim to detest lies.

Kokichi Ouma: Got it! You hate when people tell the truth much more than when people lie, right, Yasuhiro-chan?

Celestia Ludenberg: …Not in slightest. After all, things would become tiresome if everything was a lies the entire time.

Kokichi Ouma: What a joke~, you’re lying~! That’s why I like talking to people like you!

Celestia Ludenberg: Is this another lie?

Kokichi Ouma: Yeah, that’s a lie! Unless I’m lying about lying!

Celestia Ludenberg: Ouma-kun… Would perharps be interested in taking me on a lying competion?

If you wager all of your belongings, I wouldn’t mind raising your bet.

Kokichi Ouma: Ah, good one~! Let’s make it a game betting all of our belongs and our lives!


Translation note: The “lying competion”(嘘のつき合い) part has a pun on “date”.

Deal With It (Let’s make this interesting) 1/2

Rival Poker Players AU.  Guys, you know what inspired this. Modern AU, but with a kind of Captain Wench flavor. Rivals to Lovers. Heavily influenced by the 1994 movie Maverick, but you don’t need to know anything about the movie or really very much about poker to hang with this. 

Rating: T for this chapter (mostly due to language), but M for the next part and I’m not chickening out this time

Summary: Emma Swan, poker hustler with more than just card tricks up her sleeve, meets Killian Jones, a fellow gambler, at a shady little casino down south. After a memorable first encounter, they seem to keep finding each other, but are they really ready to gamble with their hearts? Emma just doesn’t know if she can deal with it. 

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Emma hates this place. Over her years of hustling poker, she’s become accustomed to the bleeps, dings and 8-bit digital “music” (sarcastic quotation marks very much intended) that make up the constant, mind-numbing background noise in a casino. She can handle the smell of stale cigarette smoke and human bodies that could use a break from gambling to, you know, actually shower or something. Even the watered down cocktails don’t bother her. Hell, those are probably a blessing in disguise - keeps her mind sharp without her having to order something non-alcoholic which might tip off her marks.

But this piddly-dink river casino hotel on the outskirts of Nowheresville, Louisiana? Really bringing her down. Maybe it’s the general air of despair and decay. Maybe it’s the humidity. She’s already regretting not putting her hair up. It’s starting to do that weird wavy thing it does sometimes, a few tendrils sticking to her neck. Not to mention her skinny jeans - great for attracting a mark, but not exactly comfort wear - are clinging unpleasantly to her legs, making her want to squirm.  Or maybe she’s just still pissed that she nearly broke the heel off of her favorite pair of fuck-me pumps on a ripped spot in the tacky patterned carpet. It’s all just so irritating and depressing.

She could’ve gone someplace nicer, true. Then she’d be spending too much of the money she’s trying to win off these poor bastards to pay for her lodgings. Or she could sleep in her car. Again. On this wet, drizzling mess of a night. Yeah, no. Fuck that.

Oh. Hey, look. She won again.

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Even before this pic, a Captain Charming pre-wedding ficlet was in my head and I had planned to have it done for Captain Charming Friday but this is me and that didn’t happen. 

Here it is - 660 words of unbeta’d Captain Charming stuff. Featuring the CCF phrase that pays :-) (yay @nfbagelperson )

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Growing On You

It was strangely calm in the diner.

No dwarves bellowing or witches snarking at all and sundry. Not even a stray fairy to attract some kind of misfortune.

Just a pirate and a rum-laced cup of tea enjoying the peace of an ordinary, everyday morning.

Or perhaps an extraordinary, wondrous morning, if he were honest.

Smiling into his tea cup, Killian marvelled, not for the first time, at how far they had come. Surely it wasn’t so very long ago that his eyes had met Emma Swan’s across a wooden table in a far off realm; suspicion in her face and an edge to her words that belied the spark of attraction she fought so hard to contain.

Or so long since she dragged his lips to hers in a steamy jungle, her kiss leaving him reeling and longing for more, his heart once again open to the idea of love. It was a kiss he had relived many a time, hot and wet and oh, so full of hope for the future…

“You better not be thinking about my daughter with that look on your face, pirate.”

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Jounouchi and his Duel Disk and Deck

So in the new movie Jounouchi Katsuya/ Joey Wheeler has his duel disk on his arm most of the time. It was also the first tip off to the others that he was in trouble when they found his duel disk and deck without him.

At first I thought it was weird because in the sub he says he doesn’t really know what he wants to do with his life, but for now he is happy to play cards. Then I thought about it for a moment.

You have Seto and Yugi who both have no issues getting their duel disks or decks. Yugi gets all the newest models from Seto to be challenged, and while the game shop doesn’t make Yugi well off financially, he has access to good and rare cards to build a more formidable deck. For Seto he has the money to get whatever card he wants and he makes the disks, so of course he has them.

However Katsuya/ Joey has neither. He only has the duel disk he does because it came free for all those who were able to participate in Battle City. If he wants the new model he has to work hard to earn some money to get it. Not only that but his deck isn’t very impressive. It’s mostly cheep cards and low level monsters. However there are a few exceptions. In the DM world the Time Wizard is a rare card, and offering the only ‘rare’ card that he had as a gift from Yugi, he got a Red eyes black dragon, a Jinzo, Insect Queen, and Fortress Whale. So now there is a little money invested in these cards.

Judging from what we know about his past and appearance, Katsuya/ Joey doesn’t have a lot of stuff worth money. In fact I would bet that the Duel disk and his deck are the things that he has that are worth the most amount of money. So why would he carry them all the time? Especially because it’s clear he still gets into fights from time to time.

First is the only image we ever see of his apartment has it littered with beer bottles and trash. His apartment is a mess. If he left those things there they could get trashed. Then we know his father has two crippling addictions. He is an alcoholic and compulsive gambler. Speaking from experience when you have people like that around they tend to take some of the most expensive things you own to sell to feed those additions. My brother stole my entire coin and weapons collections for his additions. So what if Katsuya/ Joey is carrying his duel disk and deck everywhere to make sure his Dad just doesn’t take them while he is gone to sell?

I mean we do know he plays with Yugi at school and he was on his way to Yugi’s when he next had it, but there was no need to have his disk for the first one. I honestly think he keeps it with him at all times to keep anything from happening to it.

Lady Cutthroat.

CS AU. FBI Special Agent Killian Jones is on the trail of his runaway star witness. To get his man he needs to call in a favor from a notorious criminal. Will he be able to convince her to help him out? 

This is a little something I’ve had lurking in my hard drive. It’s my second attempt at a one-shot, which needs to be split into two parts because of length, so obviously I failed!  I will post the second part tomorrow, and then post as one chapter to FFN and AO3.

Huge thanks to the lovely, marvelous, @ilovemesomekillianjones for her fabulous skills in whipping this into shape for me, and for all her encouragement and support during the last couple of months (which have been complete shit for me). 

tagging some people who may be interested, and probably some who are not! @cat-sophia @katie-dub @bleebug @lenfaz @ultraluckycatnd @xhookswenchx @spartanguard @its-like-a-story-of-love @emmaswanchoosesyou @jenswans @swanemma @this-too-too-sullied-flesh @flslp87


Special Agent Nolan was a smart man, most of the time. Not calling in sick today was one of his larger oversights of late. “We got the intel you asked for,” David said wincing. Why do I have to be the one to give it to him? David thought stoically. Him being Agent Killian Jones, one time MI5 operative, now acting Special Agent in Charge for the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Boston office, and also David’s partner.

Agent Nolan was a tall man, and had a face that called to the ladies, charming Killian liked to say. His blond hair was neatly trimmed, his eyes were a light shade of blue, and his smile was friendly and inviting. Most people took one look at Nolan and words like boy scout and trustworthy came to mind.

Life was good for David, his one problem was his partner, Agent Jones. About the same height and build, Killian’s dark hair and bright blue eyes worked well for him, his stubble and the light scar on his right cheek added a sense of danger to his overall look. Since their boss had been on a leave of absence for medical reasons, Killian had been put in charge of their division, thus saddling him to a desk job. His misery was shared by all those around him, especially since he made sure to share it with them through ill humor and a shortened temper.

There was only one thing that could make Killian’s desk job any worse, and that was a man. Will Scarlet, to be more specific, was that man, he was a festering boil on Killian Jones’s professional life.

“Jones, State’s Attorney, line three,” David said, dropping the folder containing the intel Killian had ordered, and making a hasty retreat from Killian’s office.

United State’s Attorney Robin Locksley, once Killian’s college roommate, was currently the bane of his existence. He sighed deeply before picking up the phone, “Locksley?”

“Tell me it’s not true.”

Killian ran his hand over his stubble. “Okay, it’s not true.” Hearing Robin’s sigh of relief, he sniffed. “Of course, if you tell me what’s not supposed to be true, I can better confirm or deny.”

“The weasel. Tell me you didn’t lose that…”

“Will’s gone. He walked from protective custody.”

Killian put the phone down and went to get more coffee while Robin expressed his thoughts on the situation in four letter words, and other colorful expletives. Very informative. That was Robin Locksley.

Killian came back after taking a long drink from his coffee, letting the soothing rush of caffeine calm him. Yeah, he was so calm. “Locksley-” Killian waved off an interruption at his door. “Robin! Aye, I can hear you clearly. I found him again. My people picked up his trail.”

“Count yourself lucky, Killian. Friendship or not…”

“Don’t bloody threaten me, mate. If you need a patsy, I suggest you contact Regina Mills, Special Agent for the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. Remember her?” Killian paused.

Killian didn’t expect an answer since his question was rhetorical. Of course Robin remembered Regina, the two had been having a clandestine affair for the past four years. Everyone knew except Robin’s wife. She was the perfect trophy wife for a man with political aspirations. Perky. Connected. Pretty. Oblivious. Brainless.

Robin was silent for a moment. “What does Regina have to do with this?”

“She took over the case. Her people were in charge of keeping Will under wraps and safe until he could testify. That was the deal. She felt I had a ‘conflict of interest’ in the case and relieved me and my department after we apprehended him.”

Robin seemed to be mulling it over. “Just find him! I don’t care how many rocks you’ve got to turn over, how many resources you have to use, or the deals you have to make! Get him back. Trial is in two weeks, no more continuations! This is going to be called a delay tactic, and I won’t have a mistrial. I want my damn witness.”

“Whatever it takes?” Killian asked quietly.

“Whatever.”

Killian breathed in deeply. Great, just great. The potential for disaster was increasing exponentially. “Give my regards to-” Killian winced at the slam of the receiver on the other end of the phone, “Bambi and the kids,” he finished into the hollow dial tone, then hung up. Bloody Hell.

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Corina

TITLE Corina

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5

AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine you’re an Asgardian Woman married to a nobleman. After a few years into your marriage, he begins to ignore you sexually. Each time you are both invited to Royal gatherings, he gets a bit drunk and acts like an ass so you avoid him. You’ve also noticed how incredibly gorgeous Loki is and often had to snap yourself out of staring at him.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

Loki and Corina laid quietly relaxing, but the suspense of not knowing what happened to Gunnar was killing her.

“Please?” She asked him. “I’d really like to know.”

“If you must.” Loki chuckled. “Did you see what was being served for dessert?”

“You mean the ice cream with fruit and several flavored sauces?”

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anonymous asked:

Matt and mello head cannons? 0_0

+They’re kind of total opposites, and it’s a wonder they get along so well. Mello likes to blare his music, take up two seats on the subway, and sneer at strangers, whereas the thought of all three of those things makes Matt want to curl up into a ball of anxiety. Mello loves to have as much attention as possible diverted in his direction- likes to have people laughing at his jokes, complimenting him, etc, whereas most of if not all social interactions are play-by-plays of Matt’s worst nightmares. But they balance each other out: Mello talks to the cashier at the store and Matt calms him down after they tell him to “have a nice day, ma'am.”

+Not unlike their predecessor, their diets are terrible. Matt orders takeout for every meal (burgers, chinese, pizza, repeat) and Mello injests nothing but caffeine, rage, and candy. All of their plates are covered in dust.

+Neither one does the laundry. Their bed is surrounded by a three-foot pile of clothes. Their apartment stinks like the den of two fifteen-year-old boys without parental supervision.

+As the second and third in line to succeed L, they were both granted the opportunity to meet the detective face-to-face. Matt wasn’t impressed and, afterward, asked Roger if he had to do it again. Mello became obsessed with tracking L’s cases, thoroughly journaling each one of the detective’s solves, keeping an impeccable transcript of every interview, every brief conversation over a computer screen hidden behind a letter- Matt’s irritation with the enigma continued to grow until L’s sudden death. When he saw how the event had devastated Mello, he felt a bit guilty that he hadn’t been more supportive.

+Matt was totally capable of finding Mello once he left Wammy’s. A challenge, yes, but when you can hack into police databases- anything is possible. Once he realized what Mello was doing, however, he decided it was best not to get in his way as he was not cut from the same criminally-inclined cloth as the rest of Mello’s new friends. Leaving the couch for any reason is rarely worth it, especially when said reason involves stolen government missiles and being surrounded by a lot of big bulky dudes with Uzis at all hours of the day. Oh, and kidnapping KIRA’S SISTER.

+As tough as Mello acts, he’s a lightweight, and usually ends up passing out headfirst in Matt’s lap five shots in. Matt can drink for days and still drive like a NASCAR professional.

+During their time living together, most of Matt’s days began with him awakening at noon to find Mello nearly dead in front of a computer screen, eyes closed or practically-so, bitten nails digging crescents into his scar, and they have a ten-minute argument about why sleep is important, and then he drags Mello off to bed and lays with him playing his PSP all day instead of actually doing work. And they lived happily ever after until they died young. The end.

anonymous asked:

Jerejean but like after a game the trojans had just won the team makes their way to the changing room but before they get there (so like the lounge?) the coach congratulates them and such then asks jean why he didnt tell him his parents were coming to the game and jeans like?? I dont have parents but then they just show up and hes like WTF you are not my parents i do not have parents leave me alone (maybe they wanted money since hes successful)(they sold him to pay off a dept so it fits)

I changed this up a bit because I truly can’t see a situation where they would actually come see him, but it still hits the major themes. I hope you enjoy!

The day Jean gets sent to Evermore, it’s a Sunday.

He’s a tall, lanky kid with dark hair and gray eyes that look perpetually probing and a little sad, but he has freckles that make him look young and he loves the seas and the sunshine and playing on the grass with his maman and his little sister.

He doesn’t quite know what’s happening, but he sees his parents fight and he’s old enough to know, as he holds his sister tight, that it’s about money and that he’s just another mouth to feed. Jean Moreau’s father is a gambler and Jean learns very early that you either have luck or you don’t. He isn’t naive enough, even at ten, to think that he’s a lucky bet.

In the end, he’s just collateral in a game that was stacked against him from the beginning.

It’s a Sunday when he gets the letter.

He’s tossing bills and junk mail into the little bins Jeremy designated for each in his neat handwriting when he feels the heavy envelope. It’s like cardstock and he struggles not to drop it when he recognizes the handwriting on the front.

Jeremy gets home from the store and is greeted by the sight of half the mail strewn across the floor. He starts to feel concerned, but it doesn’t fully hit until he sees Jean sitting at the kitchen table with his face void of expression.

Jeremy quietly sits in the chair next to him. “Are you alright?”

Jean shakes his head and doesn’t look at him as he places a letter in Jeremy’s hand. He reads over it and frowns. Jean hadn’t spoken to his parents in 18 years.

“They want money,” Jean spat and Jeremy hadn’t heard his voice that raw and hollow since the first time they met.

“Jean…”

When Jean looks at him,  it occurs to him that he’s never seen Jean cry before now in the seven years he’s known him. It breaks his heart and he takes Jean’s hand in his and squeezes.

Jean pulls him and the angle is awkward, but Jeremy doesn’t dare let go as Jean buries his face in the crook of his neck and lets out a series of broken sobs.

After a few minutes, he wears himself out and they sink to the floor. Jeremy thumbs over Jean’s eyes and Jean takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry…I just…”

Jeremy shushes him. “It was a long time coming.”

Jean nods. “I hadn’t thought about them in years.”

“You don’t owe them anything.”

Jean looks away and Jeremy continues gently, but firmly, “No. They are not your problem. You are so strong and good and you did it all without them. You have a family, with me and your teams and you will continue to be amazing and they don’t get a say in that.”

Jean smiled a little. “You just can’t let go of the captain in you.”

Jeremy laughs and leans his head against his shoulder. “It was a good pep talk!”

Jean takes his hands in his. “Thank you, my love.”

They sat on the floor for a bit longer before Jeremy said, “So are we burning the letter or shredding it?”

It was so unlike Jeremy that Jean let out a startled laugh. “What?”

Jeremy curled into Jean and pressed small kisses to the hollow of his throat. “No one gets to hurt you anymore. I won’t let them.”

Jean hid his smile in Jeremy’s hair and said, “My angel. I adore you.”

In the end, the letter was returned to sender with one dollar inside and a note saying, “More than you deserve. Spend wisely.”

hinakoma fanfiction masterpost

Okay, so yesterday I Googled “komahina fanfic masterpost,” and while I did find a post by @mykawaiinaomi (@thekomahinafucker) which can be found here, and even though it was very helpful and mentioned many great fics, it was kinda outdated (posted in 2015). So, of course, I decided to take matters into my own hand and make another! Just to be clear, I have read the majority of these stories, but there are a few that I am in the process of reading or are on my marked for later list.

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Favorite Scenes: The Coffee Flirtation during The Pilot (1.01)

Coffee?

Thanks.

Tell me.  What else did that file say … about yours truly? How bad was it?

I’m not at liberty to discuss it.

Well, why don’t you go ahead and liberate yourself, cause I’m here now … so I kind of feel like I deserve the truth now.  Don’t you?

[Olivia’s pregnant pause]

There was no file.

I needed you back here.

That was what? You were bluffing?

I was desperate.

You know, I’m usually pretty good at reading people . . . It’s sorta what I do.

Yeah.  Well, I could see you were in trouble.  Anyone could see that.

So, I could have stayed.  I could have stayed in Iraq.

You know, a car bomb went off this morning in Kirkuk.  You might just owe me a thank you.

Yeah, well I owe a lot.

Yeah, I figured. Mafia.

A guy named Big Eddie.

You owe money to a guy nicknamed Big Eddie?

No.  I owe money to a guy named Big Eddie.  He had it legally changed.

And the thing is … I’m not even a gambler.  I mean I never was.  It’s just a couple of years ago I went a bit crazy …

I thought you were a genius.  You must have had a system.

Of course there was a system.  The house was cheating … but you try telling them that. 

[Olivia and Peter have Eye Sex]

Just A Number (Sherlock X Reader Imagine)

Title: Just A Number

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Characters: Sherlock, John, Reader

Word Count: 1,505

Request: @meredith9811 :May I request a Sherlock x Reader where she is young but she has fallen in love with the Holmes and he finds himself in love also, but he will not confess because she is so young. Does that make sense? Haha sorry if it’s a lot.

A/N: Requests are open! 

Just A Number Part 2

••••••••••

You pressed the doorbell of 221B, trying desperately to stay out of the rain. You were ushered upstairs by a charismatic landlady who offered you some tea. You smiled and thanked her as you sat down in a stiff chair facing the fireplace.

“Ah, finally a client.” A voice came out of the kitchen and sat in a black chair next to you: Sherlock Holmes.

“Well I’m not exactly a client.” You said, and you could tell he was trying to study you.

“If you’re not my client then who is?” He asked, steepling his fingers in a dominant fashion.

“I can’t give you much information, doctor-patient confidentiality and all that, but I do need your help.” You said, crossing your legs. You saw his eyebrow raise, suspiciously.

“How are you a doctor? You must be twenty.” You asked.

“Twenty-five actually, and I’m a doctor of psychology, I have my own practice.” You smiled, you were used to this by now.

“How can you be so young?” He asked.

“I graduated from Oxford, top of my class at 18, medical school 20, and then opened my own practice, but that’s not why I’m here.” You pushed. You watched again as Sherlock eyed you, his was clearly attracted to you, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“But.. how?” He asked again.

“What? Like it’s hard?” You smirked, before carrying on, “Like I said I can’t tell you much, but someone of significance to my patient was recently killed in an… unusual way, and immediately after he contacted a therapist, not the police or a detective.

“How unusual?” He asked curiously.

“‘Quite literally– death by a thousand cuts. Now I can’t tell you who he is, but I can steer him into your path. I have another session with him in an hour, maybe if he saw you around my office he might reach out to you, or at the very least you could read him yourself.” You said.

“Oh this is a good one, you’re spoiling me Ms…?” He asked for your name.

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled.

“Well Y/N, why come to me?” He asked.

“Well, I wrote my thesis on the science of deduction, I found your website, thought finally someone who speaks my language. And you’re a mild celebrity, though I try to avoid it, I do watch the news. And I need your help.” You pleaded.

“I’ll do it.” He smiled.

“Four o’clock.” You smiled, standing and handing him your business card with your office address on it.

“Sorry I’ve got to run. I’m conducting a seminar on multiple personalities and it takes forever to fill out the name tags.” You grabbed your bag and exited the room, on your way down the stairs you passed a man heading to see Sherlock. John Watson, you recognized him from the blog.

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“Hey Sherlock, who was that?” John asked after you had left.

“Client.” He smiled, leaning against the window, watching you flag down a cab.

“You like her.” John teased.

“No I don’t.” He lied.

“You’re still looking at her.” John observed. Sherlock looked away from the window quickly. “Who is she?”

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” He smiled.

“Doctor? John was taken aback.

“There are still incredible people who walk among us.” Sherlock answered, slipping on his long coat.

“Sherlock where are you going?” John yelled as Sherlock ran down the stairs.

“The game is on!” He yelled, slamming the door.

••••••••••

“Dr. Y/L/N, there’s a Mr. Holmes here to see you.” Your receptionists said through the phone.

“Thank you Erin.” You said, putting the phone back on the receiver, and leaving your office.

“You’re early.” You smiled as you saw Sherlock standing in your office.

“Maybe I just really needed to see a doctor.” He smirked.

“Clearly.” You smirked.

“Y/N.” Your receptionist said, and you turned to face her. “Your four o’clock just called and canceled.”

“Shit, give me his file.” You ordered, she pulled it from the cabinet and placed it in your hand. You searched it for his address. You had to find him, you knew if he didn’t show up he might kill again. Obviously that was what happened the first time, he killed his flatmate.

You handed the file to Erin and she knew that you might be out for a while and not make it back for your next appointment.

“You have a session with your multiple personality at 6:00.” Erin said as you were heading towards the door.

“Not to worry. If I’m late he can just talk amongst himself.” You called back, pulling Sherlock out the door for you two to hail a cab.

Once in the car, you handed the file to Sherlock. Doctor-patient confidentiality gets thrown out the window if the patient has a potential to harm themselves or others.

“He craves power over others, since he has a lack of power in his own life. If I’m right about this, he killed his flatmate and is about to kill again. The method of death by a thousand cuts, or lingchi, is a very personal act. For someone like this, guns are too quick. They can’t savor all the little emotions. They start with the eyes, rendering the rest of the process even more psychologically terrifying for the victim. This gives them control, the victim’s life is in their hands, they can keep cutting and cutting until they’re satisfied, slowly, savoring it.” You explained as Sherlock read the file.

“So we can suspect it’s someone of significance to him. Why kill the flatmate? Had he wronged him in some way?” Sherlock asked.

“He said they got on well, and the police still think it was a random murder. But the police are idiots and my patient was obviously lying. You should have seen him, behavioral pauses and delays, verbal and nonverbal disconnects, hiding the mouth and eyes, throat-clearing and swallowing, he’s not very good at lying. The flatmate was sleeping with his girlfriend. She could be the next target.” You said, and Sherlock was staring at you in an odd way.

“What?” You asked, he was still staring and it was starting to concern you.

“It’s just that you’re so… mature and intelligent… and you should definitely should branch into criminal investigation.” He said, dumbfounded.

“You’re not the first to try to recruit me Sherlock Holmes.” You smirked.

“Oh really, who was?” He asked.

“MI6, the government, and a man named Mycroft Holmes, your brother I’m assuming.” You smiled.

“My brother tried to recruit you to work for the government?” Sherlock asked.

“Oh yes, he was very kind. He said I was perspicacious, and preeminent in my field.” You smiled, and the cab halted to a stop. The two of you rushed out.

You broke into the flat and stopped your patient from killing his girlfriend. She was tied up and he had injected her with opium to dull the pain so the process could last longer. Sherlock called the police, after a short row with your patient. He tried to escape and Sherlock caught him, and also received a punch to the face that was now swelling.

You now stood in 221B, helping Sherlock get all doctored up. You left the room to grab something for Sherlock, and left him with John.

“Sherlock… She’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?” John nagged.

“Who said anything about romantic entanglement?” Sherlock asked, defensively.

“You did, in all forms short of physical speech.” John answered.

“I know she’s a little younger than me, but John I’ve never felt like this before and it’s strange and new and I don’t know what to do!” Sherlock whisper yelled.

“A little younger, Sherlock she’s 10 years younger!” John yelled back just as you had entered the room. Sherlock looked apologetically up to you when he saw the look on your face. You had fallen for Sherlock Holmes.

“Uh, I’d love to stay, but I…” You said, thinking of an excuse as you gathered your things, ”I have my therapy group meeting… and the last time I was late the, er, compulsive gamblers were betting the passive aggressors that they couldn’t make the overeaters… cry.”

You headed down the stairs, surprised when you heard Sherlock running down after you. He grabbed your arm when you hit the coat rack downstairs.

“Y/N, wait, please.” Sherlock stopped you.

“No, I should go.” You tried to leave, but he stopped you.

“You truly are brilliant, and beautiful, and I would be a fool to let you walk out of here right now. You are the first woman who I’ve felt this way around. At first I was hesitant, because of the slight age difference, but now I see that that doesn’t matter and age is just a number.” Sherlock began.

“Sherlock–” You tried, but he cut you off.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” He asked.

“I’d love to.” You beamed.

••••••••••

Part 2

Send me a message or submit an ask if you want a Part 2 or another Imagine request!

anonymous asked:

prompt: have you ever thought of a sprace fake dating au??

It occurred to me after I wrote this that it’s not what either of you had in mind but this is what I came up with so thought I’d share it anyway


Spot had no idea why he’d agreed to this. Well actually he knew exactly why he’d agreed – because Race had asked (and then persuaded by other means when simple words proved ineffective) – but that didn’t mean Spot had to be happy about it. Prom was supposed to be this big rite of passage thing and even though he’d told everyone he was only begrudgingly going because everyone else was and they’d spent days trying to talk him into it so he’d agreed just to shut them up, he actually did want to go. He wanted to spike the punch and dance inappropriately with Race to annoy the chaperones. He wanted to sneak out of the gym into the main school building so he could kiss Race in the middle of the empty classroom where they’d been called fags, just to prove a point. What he didn’t want was to be sat in Race’s garden, watching his boyfriend kiss someone else.

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  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: nate ruess is a really under appreciated artist seeing as a mjority of people who do recognize his name know him as the guy from fun.' but hes honestly one of my most talented lyricists of our time and hes also a precious cinnamon roll too good to pure for this world his songs are so good and theyre also so sad like yea 'we are young' sounds so fun and and 'some nights' has a sick beat but the words are so sad and even further than that, people who know fun.'s first album usually know All The Pretty Girls or The Gambler and those are AMAZING songs but have you heard Be Calm or Barlights like those are real emotional-ass songs and the pain in Nate's voice in some of his songs actually kills me and dont get me started on the forMAT and then here he comes with his Grand Romantic album and everything is just so beautiful and I really just L Ove nATE RUeSS Hes sO SMOL he is MY TIny hUSBAND NATER TATER TOT
why i hate fathers day

i hav written bout my dad a little - have very mixed conflicted feels bout him fatherhood in general being a man and all that shit - 

lets get the basics outta the way ok - to say - he wuz a very flawed human would be - an understatement - 3 marriages that i know of - he was absent a lot b4 he disappeared (presto chango  new fam to fuck up) when i wuz maybe 9 - NO ONE TOLD ME WOT HAPPENED till i wuz 14 - then my psycho uncle ( rilly psycho - but i loved him - hez the 1 who gave me the ttk in aj ttk - but thatz a story for another day) - so - reeses piecing it together - herez wot happened - he went off to be with his mistress whom he married when his divorce was final - he got drunk one night - came home - found her maybe w another man - shot him dead and shot her she lived - a prison stretch - parole meant he HAD to pay child support for me and my sis - he tried to get us to live w him and his wife (who forgave and stayed ) and their 3 kids - bottom line - he was never there when i (or anybody else) needed him -  i have half brothers and sisters i never met - i dont even know how many -and the beat goes on 

so - as they say -  he wuz in construction - usually a super - and by choice always on an out of town job - he also was a gambler - a good one - good enough he wuz the house player in poker games (otherwize known as a shill) for reno casinos - w his own money tho he would get overconfident and lose everything - always 

he came down w hodgkins disease in his 30s - did experimental drugs to get free med care - went into remission a couple x - he tried to reconnect w me - off and on - mixed bag - we never rilly tawked about important things 

he wuz a rated chess player 

he made promises he almost never kept 

so i learned a lot - i didnt want - i never make promises i cant keep - i know how to bounce back from loss - i learned how to take chances - i learned people wont fuck w you if they think u mite be psycho - i stayed away from guns esp when drinking - when i was younger i felt if i avoided killing anyone i would at least have been a more succesful human than he was - i learned that when i wuz fubar that i shouldnt have kids 

so he eventually died young (tbh idk how old he wuz - early 40s) from hodkins - he decided against further tx - got a call and was there as he died - holding his hand feeling life leave him - told him i loved him and forgave him


addendum - he musta been in his early 40s when he 1st was diagnosed w hodgkins 

Right On Time

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri/Reader

Tags: female reader, soulmate au, soulmate marks, modern au, angst, fluff.

Summary: In a world where human beings have soulmates, not all people meet theirs, or even fall in love for one another. Reade’s a perfect example of the fruits of that labour. But one day, Reader wakes to see marks, and drawings appear on her arms, and across town and working two jobs, Kraglin Obfonteri has the same predicament.

Requested by: nonny ♥️

Word Count: 2,399

Posting Date:  2017-06-16

Current Date: 2017-06-16


Originally posted by peterudonta


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Jon/Sansa- Guys and Dolls Au

Suddenly I’ll know when my love comes along
I’ll know then and there
I’ll know at the sight of her face
How I care, how I care, how I care
And I’ll stop. And I’ll stare.

Everyone knows that famous songstress and notorious gambler Alayne Stone will bet on anything. And everyone also knows that Alayne always wins. Until, that is, her boss Petyr Baelish proposes a bet which he believes he cannot lose: Alayne must seduce Sargent Jon Snow of the Sworn Brothers Mission. 

A genderbent (kinda? sorta?) Guys & Dolls Au for my favorite hot mess trashcan @blackholeofprocrastination. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMY ILY!