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[monopolygodice89]

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[silentlilyy]

i took a USA states quiz, usamerican mutuals how bad is this

[figureitoutinthemorning]

Speaking of the robot girl story!!!!

Top row: still unnamed robot girl on the left, Diana (another robot) on the right. Diana is technically older, but was designed to appear younger, and is much more childlike. She was intended to be more of a spy than your typical living weapon — children can get away with things adults can’t.

Bottom row: Abby (the daughter of robot girl’s creator — hasn’t seen her dad in fifteen years. Refuses to answer to the name Abigail. He’s the only one who ever called her that), Abby’s wife Nell, and their son Oliver, who is about eight here (it’s hard to show age on Picrew)!

[hollowporcelain]

We have to draw the horsemen + K and Chronos (theyre Jinxs something. Jinx is their legal gaurdian) having some kinda family game night.... it could be so funny,..

[vrystalius]

Weird petnames for the Squid Game men.

How will they react? What kind of petnames do they give you?

Pairing: Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x fem!reader

Summary: You giving them (three) stupid petnames, them giving you three

Genre: Pure fluff!

Note: This was a request by anon but I totally forgot to include it in this post! I hope you see this, anon!!

(Here are some HCs for them as dads and some pregnancy HCs if you’re interested!)

Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

You — him -> Monopoly man.

This nickname came to be after having multiple arguments over how that smug man kept buying up all the streets on the Monopoly board game with money he seemingly pulled out of his ass. You firmly believe that he cheated, you can’t prove it though.

That’s why you started calling him Monopoly man from time to time, since he is such a god at the board game.

You — him -> Sugar daddy.

It’s on the nose and an easy way to fluster your husband, even if it’s briefly. He likes sponsoring your shopping trips and buy you whatever else you ask him to. He enjoys making you happy and prove to you that he can provide for you for the rest of your shared life and so you deem the petname Sugar daddy appropriate.

It makes him chuckle under his breath to conceal his flustered expression. His cheeks briefly turn red as he stumbles over his words, handing you another hefty sum of money to silence your teasing words. You could call it a bribery.

“Just take this and go darling.”

You — him -> Origami prince.

You keep catching him making Dakji in his free time for some reason, but if you’re lucky, you can find him fold up a family of swans or a small bouquet of differently coloured flowers. You don’t really get his obsession with that childhood game but you like to cuddle onto him and rest your legs over his lap while he makes you a bouquet of paper roses.

His fingers work quickly and smoothly without any mistakes. It’s kind of sexy to be honest.

Is it weird to get turned on by how he he folds paper? Everything that man does somehow becomes sexy.

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Him — you -> Jackpot.

He sees you as a jackpot, a one in a million chance. Your husband considers himself extremely lucky to having found someone special and perfect like you. He sometimes jokes about how all his luck was used on you and that winning the lottery is going to be impossible (which he always knew is basically impossible to win but anyways).

Him — you -> Little devil.

You mess with his heartstrings and cloud his judgement, for better or worse. Almost like a little devil.

You also cause him a lot of trouble when it comes to worrying about you and your safety, his heart racing when you don’t text him back immediately. Again, messing with his poor heart.

Him — you -> Cherry blossom.

He saw how beautifully the cherry trees blossom during spring in Japan while watching a documentary with you one evening. The petals are fragile, soft, a beautiful pink. You kind of remind him of those small petals.

Su-bong // Thanos // Player 230

You — him -> Thanosaurus-rex

Thanos totally loves that petname. It sounds badass, intimidating even, but to you it’s more of an endearing and cutesy petname. He is strong and is intelligent if he tries, but most of the time, he’s a mushy and soft mess in your arms as you work your magic fingers through his hair.

He thinks you find him super awesome after you called him that nickname, but you use that petname ironically.

“WOMAN, C‘MERE!! Your Thanosaurus wants a well-deserved kiss!!“

You — him -> Galactic snuggle monster

It’s an accurate description. His title, Thanos, was stolen from a galactic titan and your boyfriend happens to be very snuggly and cuddly. His favourite activity is to either bedrot in your arms or drag you out to a random gig he aquired.

He prefers to act as your blanket though and completely crush you under his body. In a pleasant way of course.

You — him -> Bing bong

Bing bong is the best way to use his goverment name without making him think he’s about to get scolded by his mother. Su-bong sounds so serious, almost foreign, but Bing bong sounds stupid and makes him grin a little.

You saved him in your contacts as Bing-bong and used to use it as a codeword to talk to your friends about your boyfriend without revealing who he is during the first few weeks of your relationship.

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Him — you -> Sprite.

Thanos was probably high the first time he called you that. He really, really craved a sprite while being on a call with you and you thought your boyfriend was calling you a soda. Your boyfriend liked the tone of it so he calls you his soda, Sprite, Spritey or Spriiiiiiiiiitttaaaaaaaaa.

Him — you -> Chili pepper.

He likes annoying and fucking with you just for the fun of it but acts all innocent after you show some slight annoyance. In response, Thanos calls you his spicy chili pepper which annoys you even more in return because he cannot take anything seriously, ever.

Him — you -> Thanos’s star.

When he uses that petname it’s probably to introduce you to someone else, referring to himself in third person and introducing you as his star, which you are. You are his star, sun, the center of his galaxy. His mind and feelings always circle around you.

Nam-gyu // Player 124

You — him -> Rat

You like calling him a rat (sometimes even a wet one) because, well, he is. Nam-gyu hoards his snacks and hides them from you, his facial structure is very rat-like, his apartment was a rat’s nest when you first moved in and after he showers, his wet hair matches that of a wet rat. Your boyfriend doesn’t like that petname at all.

Whenever you cook some dinner and Nam-gyu comes up from behind, he sometimes gives you tips to how to not burn his apartment down. Like a certain rat chef you know.

You — him -> Nom-Nom / Nam-Nam

You like chewing on his fingers sometimes, they’re quite nice to nibble and chew on. Nam-gyu didn’t like it at first, eying you from the side in confusing and slight disgust but eventually warmed up to it and even gave you his hand willingly to let you chew on his finger while he orders some take-out on his phone.

He even began getting his rings off his hands before offering you your favourite chewing toy.

You — him -> Lizard

Similar to the rat pet name, you sometimes call him a Lizard or the Lizard-man. Your boyfriend likes being called a lizard even less than being called a rat. Why do you keep giving him stupid petnames? You’re embarrassing him in front of his friends!

“Stop calling me that in public, c’mon. Sounds stupid.”

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Him — you -> Turtle.

Not sure where he got that from but Nam-gyu just started calling you that one day and that nickname stuck to him ever since. It has no great backstory other than you remind him of a turtle when you steal all the blankets in the house and build yourself a makeshift nest on your bed.

The mountain of blankets remind him of the shell of a turtle. Besides, your hear sticking out doesn’t help the image.

Him — you -> Kitty.

Your boyfriend likes to “pspspsps”-you to get your attention. You perk up just like a cat when he foes that. Besides, if you call him a rat, he will call you a kitty. He‘ll sometimes even purr at you when you look especially good that day.

Him — you -> Wifey.

Even though you two aren‘t married, Nam-gyu really likes the idea of you being his wife. „Wife“ sounds very serious though— it sounds like tax benefits and a house with two kids and all that. He‘s not ready for that commitment just yet, so your boyfriend will call you his Wifey instead.

He always refers to you as his Wifey in front of his friends and others so that they know that his heart is yours, as much as yours is his.

Dae-ho // Player 388

You — him -> The nibbler.

The “The” is for dramatic effect. Dae-ho is obsessed with biting and nibbling any area of your body that seems convenient enough in the moment to chomp on. His favorite area is your nose, jaw, shoulder, fingers and hands. It‘s pretty random but does it most of the time when nervous about something or sleepy and in your arms.

The nibbler likes his nickname a lot, by the way. He sometimes jokes about you being his favorite chewing toy or candy while you eye the bite mark he left on your arm.

You — him -> (chicken) nugget.

To you, your boyfriend is just a cutie patootie, a mature man that has the heart of a golden retriever. You like calling him your chicken nugget because of how his facial structure kinda reminds you one. Dae-ho gets flustered whenever you call him that though.

Nugget is the shorter version of a petname you like to use, mostly in public or during texts. Chicken nugget you like to use when you two are together at home or to tease him.

You — him -> Bunny.

You first wanted to use Tiger as a petname since part of his name means Tiger, but you actually found out how much of a Bunny he actually is. He doesn’t like being left alone and on his own for too long, when he pouts he looks like one, the color of his blush looks like the nose of one and he certainly has the sex drive of one.

Being called Bunny makes him both embarrassed and flustered. He both hates and loves that petname you gave him.

“Isn‘t Bunny too cute of a name for me? Like.. it doesn't really fit, does it?“

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Him — you -> Cupid.

You shot an arrow through his heart the moment he saw and met you for the first time. Even if the name isn‘t 100% accurate since with that logic you would‘ve also shot yourself with an arrow to fall for him too, but Dae-ho likes calling you his cupid.

Him — you -> Tiger.

It‘s a play on his name and how maybe when you two marry in the future you can share part of it with him. Once he scraps the damn money together to buy you a proper ring and maybe save a little money for a nice wedding and honeymoon.

Maybe Dae-ho should give the card he got from that weird salesman a call and participate in these games for money. What could go wrong?

Him — you -> Tofu.

Since he is your personal nibbler, you are his tofu. That way he can justify his need to bite and nibble on you.

Gi-hun // Player 456

You — him -> Heartbreaker.

You playfully call him that. Gi-hun is a little insecure about his age, his divorce, his whole life too, and how much younger and naive you are, thinking a lot about how he is not the most suitable lover for a young woman like you.

You like calling him a heartbreaker in a ironic way almost. You find it cute how he huffs when you call him that.

You — him -> Raccoon.

In the most respectful way possible, you sometimes think that Gi-hun looks like a raccoon. His hair is so fluffy like fur, his eyes get so big when you scold him for something and you sometimes catch him digging through an old pile of dirty clothes to find to wear, like a raccoon digging through trash.

You sigh everytime you go into the kitchen and catch your boyfriend dig through the fridge, trying to find something that isn‘t expired and doesn‘t need to be cooked into a meal.

You love your raccoon of a man, though. Although you have to admit that sometimes he resembles more of a hamster the way his cheeks fill up with food so adorably.

You — him -> Noodle.

His build is is flimsy and he resembles a spaghetti noodle. You like calling him your noodle, it‘s cute, short and endearing. Gi-hun thinks calling him a noodle is a little childish but he would never reject your petnames.

„Seriously? Noodle? Y‘know, other women call their boyfriends honey and stuff. Noodle sounds like an insult!“

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Him — you -> Angel.

You are his angel, his savior, his saint and light. It‘s only fitting to call you his angel. Even if he mostly addresses you that way when he is about to ask you for a little bit of money to afford the groceries his mother send him out to get.

He gambled the money his mom gave him away and bet on horses, but you don‘t have to know that.

Him — you -> Koala.

Gi-hun grins like a Highschool boy whenever you cling onto him like a cute koala for cuddles. That‘s where he got the name from in the first place.

Him — you -> Peanut.

Random but cute nonetheless. He likes to pull on your cheek and coo at you and how adorable you look when you pout or are annoyed. To annoy you even further, he calls you a cute little peanut.

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

You — him -> In-ho-tato.

Back when you first met him, In-ho liked to style his hair slicked back and containing multiple ounces of hairgel. The way his hair was styled and his grumpy facial expression made him look a potato of sorts.

Calling him a potato outright might confuse him or even make him a little upset, so you call him In-ho-tato. That‘s how you saved him in your contacts too. He doesn‘t know the origin of the petname but it has a nice ring to it, so your husband doesn‘t mind.

“You‘re quite creative with your words. Care to explain their origins?“

You — him -> Gramps.

You call him Gramps whenever he struggles with something. Can‘t open a jar of pickles? Old man. Complains about back pain after waking up? Gramps. Gets annoyed with one of his pink guards? Grandpa.

In-ho hates it. He glares at you from the side every time you call him those things. Your husband never stops you though, as long as you‘re having fun.

You — him -> Huffster.

You began to notice how many times and how much he groans, huffs and sighs when he‘s at work. It‘s mostly under the mask but you notice it anyway. When his mask is off, massaging his temple and bridge of his nose goes hand in hand with letting out an exhausted sigh at the incompetence of the players of this year‘s games.

Naturally, want to make him feel better whenever In-ho feels stressed or exhausted and for some reason calling him a huffster makes him give you a small, fond smile. Your husband never being here simply makes everything better.

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Him — you -> Snuggle tyrant.

You are a very demanding tyrant when it comes to cuddles. You drag him out of his study or control center just to have him all for yourself in bed. A little selfish, isn‘t it? True tyranny to give him orders like that.

Him — you -> Boss lady.

Sure In-ho is the Frontman and all but you are still his boss in a way. You remind him to drink, sleep, eat, give him orders to rest for the night and to shave every once in a while. You are his boss lady, so the petname is very fitting.

Also, the workers and soldiers also see as some kind of boss of their boss. Thanks to you, multiple of their lives were saved by you scolding the Frontman in the middle of the control center, reminding him to be a little more lenient and merciful for breaking rules.

Him — you -> Sugar baby.

It‘s rather self explanatory. In-ho likes to refer to you as his sugar baby by the way he throws his money at you whenever you even look at an item. He is more than happy to sponsor you with a new helicopter to reach the mainland, a new credit card to spend on online shopping and whatever else you want.

Even if you aren‘t his full time sugar baby, he likes to treat you like one.

💠

Author‘s note. Thank you for reading!

First of all, thank you for giving my last Squid Game men post so much love!! It got like 1000 notes in two days, so thank you <33 Also, I really want to show my private art again. I haven‘t done that since I had 200 followers, so like last September was my last art dump. I‘m really into creating clay figures and painting masks, so I‘m not sure if you all would be into that. On one side, some people may just be here for the fics and get annoyed if I don‘t post that but on the other are people who may be genuinely interested :,)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33 Stay safe!

[attalew]

how robert reynolds quietly shows you that he’s in love with you

robert reynolds x thunderbolts!reader

authors note avengers tower fics are so back baby

it’s hardly intentional at first

you two were bound to grow closer when you began working on the same team, living in the same tower

it begins platonically, though very very shyly, as he is still trying to grow used to not being so lonely all the time

there’s small things you don’t notice

how he tidies your shoes in the hallway when passing your room, places your lost items somewhere where he knows you will see them, stocks the pantry full of your favorite snacks

his only intention, originally, was to be a good friend

you and yelena were now the closest people to him, he wasn’t going to risk messing that up by not looking out for you in the only ways he knew how to

then he started to notice things about you that not only warmed his heart with friendship, but made it drop in a way he couldn’t recognize

how you blinked slowly like a kitten after a long, tiring, mission

how you would reach an arm over to massage your own tense back, while he silently wished he could relieve all your aches and pains

and how his fingers would itch to patch your wounds when they were revealed by the lifting of your shirt

his platonic care turned so quickly into something that he didn’t want to put a name to

something he was terrified of

he became stealthier with his acts of service, he wanted to go unnoticed, he was worried that he would scare you away

but, eventually, you did notice

it was game night in the tower. the whole team crowded around a coffee table that had monopoly sat atop of it, the 7 of them nearly reaching the player limit

bob was trying to stay focused on the tense game unfolding in front of him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how your knee kept brushing his own, or how defeated you looked when you landed on john’s property, handing over more than half your money

so he cheated

he wasn’t winning this game, and he didn’t really care too

he had never been the competitive type

so, naturally, he slowly split his stash, and snuck it into your lap without anyone but you noticing

your widened eyes shot up at him in shock while his cheeks burned at your attention

you looked around carefully before leaning closer to be better heard by him

“robby, are you done playing?” there was a slight concern on your face

“i’ll stick around, just thought it’d be nice to see you win.” he shrugged and avoided eye contact while your features softened

he nearly jumped out of his skin when you placed a hand on his knee and squeezed it in gratitude

and, of course you won

a grand sweep that had john slamming his head down onto the table in front of him, and had you pulling bob into your arms so tightly that he could feel your heart beating against his own

he decided then that maybe a little anxiety was worth being a bit louder with his actions towards you

and maybe one day he would notice why his laundry was always washed when he swore he forgot to bring his hamper down

why his books were always mysteriously bookmarked when he fell asleep with them laying on his chest

and why he was always the first one you looked at when you walked into a room

thank you for reading! requests are open!

[deadsetobsessions]

“I ate paint once,” Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.

The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.

“Yeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.” Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruce’s money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyone’s heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.

“Really? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.”

“WHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!” Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Tim?” Jason snickered.

“In my defense,” Danny grinned. “I was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.”

“Ugh! I’m almost out of money! Can’t you loan me some, Alfred?”

“I am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.”

“Noooo!” Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.

“What was your excuse, Timothy?” Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.

“Hey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.”

“Yeah,” Danny perked up. “My parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.”

“Really? Like what?” Duke asked, casually slapping away Tim’s sneaky hands.

“Oh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when they’re fresh!” Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanie’s hands. He looked up.

“Oh, don’t worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.” Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, it’s not like he lied.

“Radiation?” Duck’s voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Danny’s going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.

“Organs?!” Jason’s hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.

“Do you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?” Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.

“How old were you??” Duke asked.

“Like… 8, when they first brought me in?”

“Eight.” Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. “Wow, they must have trusted you a lot!”

“Sure?”

“What were their names again?” Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Not that they’ll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.

“Cool, cool, cool!” Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.

Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.

Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.

"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.

"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.

"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.

"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.

"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.

"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"

"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."

"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.

"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.

"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.

"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.

"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.

"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.

"Red Hood's signature."

The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.

"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.

...

...

...

The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.

"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.

"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"

"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.

"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."

"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.

"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."

Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.

"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.

"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"

"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.

"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."

"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"

"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."

"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.

Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"

"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."

Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.

Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.

Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.

"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."

Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.

"You won't have to leave."

"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.

"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.

"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.

"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.

Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.

After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.

[battexthefox]

i can't imagine inviting outsiders over to Wayne Manor and it going well. like having Clark over for game night would be so chaotic.

Dick: nonono, you can't do that Damian! seriously that's against the rules!

Damian, shoving monopoly money into his pockets: i have no idea what you're talking about, Richard.

Jason, laughing his ass off: dude, seriously, you won't win against tiny-but-deadly here.

Dick: but he's cheating!!

Steph: it's called a tactical advantage, Dick. you might wanna try it too, you're getting your ass whooped.

Clark, to Bruce: are you not gonna stop him?

Bruce: last time i tried, he threatened to "revoke my Batman privileges." i couldn't find my suit for a week.

Alfred: i have never seen Master Bruce so well-rested. it was truly horrific.

[no-144444]

family game night- o.piastri

summary: family game night in the off-season

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

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Oscar smiled as he watched the scene in front of him. The monopoly board laid out, Hattie and Eddie to his left, his mum and Tim across from him, and you and Mae beside him. He loved the off-season. He loved going home to Australia and seeing his friends and family, he loved catching up with everyone, he loved getting to relax. Though, his favourite part was definitely getting to see you interact with his family. You and Mae got on so well, you and Eddie got on so well, and you and Hattie got on so well. Tim adored you, Nicole literally threatened him to never lose you. It was always perfect. You were perfect. He turned his head away from the game to see you braiding Mae’s hair as she lay in your lap, slightly checked out of the game. He chuckled. 

“That’s so unfair!” Hattie protested against Tim’s move. 

“That’s Monopoly,” he shrugged smugly, taking over their property.

You and Mae looked at the board for a few moments and then made your move. It was nothing groundbreaking, so it was on to Oscar’s turn next. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek before going back to Mae’s hair, and fuck. He wished it didn’t mess with his head so much. He didn’t really know why it fucked with him so much, but it just did. Everything felt so… you. It overwhelmed his senses. He cleared his throat and quickly put his turn together, but weirdly, everyone was looking at him with a smirk. 

“What?” he asked, placing  more of the popcorn in his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Osc, you’re on the ‘go to jail’ space,” you pointed out. He sighed and moved his piece, much to the delight of Hattie and Eddie. 

He moved closer to you as the next turn began, Hattie and Eddie arguing over their next move. “Unfair,” he whispered. 

You looked at him confused. “It’s not my fault you’re shit at Monopoly.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “A) you’re my girlfriend, you should be my partner. B) you kissed me on the cheek, that’s cheating.”

You stared at him again, confused. “I kiss you on the cheek all the time,” you shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

He shrugged back, not really wanting to explain it in front of his entire family. “I don’t know, just… messes with me.”

You smiled at him, amused by his explanation. “Osc-”

“Alright Loverboy, pack it up, I want my teammate back,” Mae interrupted, pushing Oscar away from you and into the board (by accident), so that the entire board flipped back to him and hit him in the face. The group was a cacophony of ‘oh my god I’m so sorry���, ‘are you ok?’, or laughing. You leaned over to him, trying to contain your laughter and cupped his cheek, looking for injuries. 

“You alright?” you asked. “No broken nose?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. “Just a bruised ego.” 

You laughed and pulled back, ready to clean up the board. “You go make some popcorn, we’ll clean this up,” you told him. 

He shook his head and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Mae can clean the board,” he shot a nasty look her way (which she reciprocated), as she started cleaning up the board. Nicole and Tim followed you two to check on Oscar and get some food, while Hattie and Eddie started to pick the film. You leant against the counter in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Nicole and Tim left the kitchen after some short conversation, and immediately Oscar was on you like a cat. He pressed his lips to yours, his hands caging you in against the counter, gently going up and down your sides. He pulled back and you looked at him expectantly. 

“Just missed you,” he shrugged. 

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he pressed another kiss to your neck. Then another. Then another. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he smiled. 

“I’m really glad I’m here too,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve been coming here every year for the past 3 years.” 

You shrugged. “Still nice to thank you for inviting me.” 

He shook his head with a smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. How did he ever get so lucky?

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[maple-bea]

RAVIO MY BELOVED!!! HE WOULD CHEAT AT MONOPOLY

HE WOULD. HE WOULD CHEAT. HERE YOU GO I THREW THIS TOGETHER IMMEDIETELY AFTER SEEING THIS IN MY INBOX

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 8

Jason and Danny leaving Catholic Mass.

Danny: That was sooo long.

Jason: Yeah, Father Henry spoke at length today.

Danny: I know the exodus is important and all, but there was no need for that to last 3 hours. Besides the man is ancient, how does he have that much energy?

Jason: I've been asking myself that for years. Our lead pipe issue here was so bad, the man should be long dead.

Danny: Had? Let me guess, Bruce paid to have them replaced?

Jason: Yup. Speaking of Bruce, want to go to the manor?

Danny: Sure why not?

Jason picked up his phone and called Alfred to pick them up.

Jason: Alfred should be here in five minutes or so.

Danny: Why don't we just fly there? I can carry you with me.

Jason: Kid, last thing I need is for you to be declared the anti-Christ by Father Henry.

Danny: I'm not even a baptized Catholic so...

Jason: What even are you?

Danny: Well I was raised Protestant, but after the whole ghost king thing, I more or less converted to the main religion of the Infinite Realms, called Infini. It's basically the worship of the multiverse itself.

Jason: I was half expecting you to say you were a figure of worship yourself.

Danny: No, the old king made himself a figure of worship. Once I took his place I put a stop to that.

Jason: Damn, I wouldn't have.

Danny: Luckily you're not king.

Jason: I think it's for the best.

Danny: Hmm, what about everyone else? I know Bruce is Reformed Jewish, he's taken all of us to his synagogue.

Jason: Oh, we are very religiously diverse, let me think. Alfred is Anglican/Church of England, Dick and Duke are non-denominational protestants, Tim and Barbara are Agnostic, Steph is an Eclectic Pagan, Cass is Buddhist, and Damian is Muslim. He laughed. Poor Bruce has to keep up with so many holidays.

Danny: Is that why we never do any vigilante stuff on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays?

Jason: Yes, Bruce made that clear to the rouges years ago. Besides they like the days off to make their plans.

Danny: How nice of them?

Jason: One time the Penguin tried to rob a bank on a Saturday and Bruce landed him in the ICU for a month. No one dared brake Batman's "days of rest rule" after that.

Danny: Is that why his nose looks weird?

Jason: No, he was born like that.

Danny: Hmm, follow up question why don't the others join us for mass?

Jason: Father Henry has banned from attending, after they almost burnt the church down.

Danny: They almost burn the church down!?

Jason: Long story, Father Henry has never forgiven them.

Danny: I think Big J might disagree with that.

Jason: Did you just call Jesus "Big J?"

Danny: Yes, and he cheats in Monopoly.

Jason: You've played Monopoly... with Jesus...?

Danny: Yes, it was the Annual Abrahamic Figures Assembly. That game of Monopoly was between Jesus, Abraham, Moses, Ramses, Muhammad, and myself. And Jesus was cheating! He had half the railroads, houses, hotels, and was stealing everyone's money!

Jason: Hold up, Ramses was there?

Danny: Yeah, Moses and Ramses reconciled when they reunited in the afterlife.

Jason: And you attended a gathering of Abrahamic figures?

Danny: Yes.

Jason: ...I sometimes forget you're basically a god.

Danny: Yeah... I sometimes forget that myself. They looked at each other. Oh! Also Mary makes one hell of a challah.

Jason (ruffling Danny's hair): You never stop surprising me kid.

Danny: And I have no plans on stopping.

Jason: Nor would I want you to.

Alfred rolled up in front of them.

Jason: Well Alfred's here, let's go kid.

(Master Post)

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie immediately regrets it when he invites Robin and Steve to Hellfire when they start acting like it's Monopoly.

Steve: I want to be on Dustin's team.

Dustin: That's not really how that works, Steve, I mean, it's not basketball -

Robin: Hey, I want to be the little dog piece.

Eddie: This isn't Monopoly!

Steve: You should be glad, Robin always cheats - hey, can I be that guy?

Jeff: That's my guy!

Robin: I'm going to own all the dungeons.

Eddie: Again, this isn't -

Steve: *scoffs* Not without cheating first!

Eddie: JESUS H CHRIST! Steve, baby, I love you, but maybe you guys should just watch.

Steve: *gasps* You love me?

Eddie: You know I love you. You act like this is the first time you're hearing it. I whisper it all the time when you're sleeping. . .Okay, that's the first time I told you I love you. Let's fucking play before I start crying. . .

Steve: *grinning* I love you, too.

Robin: We were just fucking with you, by the way, we know it's not Monopoly.

Steve: Dragons and Demons, right?

Robin and Steve burst into fits of giggles.

Eddie: I take it back. I hate you.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

HIIII OMG I LOVE YOUR YAN BATFAM X BLACK READER STORYS SOOOO I HAVE A LIL REQUEST I WAS WONDERING IF YOU CAN DO A CELESTIA LUDENBERG ONE WITH THE YAN BATFAM PLEASE (make sure your taking good care of yourself😋)

THE ACE UP MY SELVES

Platonic yandere!batfam x Celestia Ludenberg!Reader

Bio: The gambling bat who spends her time in Gotham's underworld, even though she is the richest girl in the world.

You've always been a gambler. Ever since you were in kindergarten, you gambled kids out of their fruit snacks, Pokémon cards, and maybe little toys and trinkets. It was just a simple game of tic-tac-toe or rock-paper-scissors that you beat them at. You always managed to win and would tell them they could try again next time, make the bets higher, and make the beatings better, but they always managed to lose. You're not cheating, of course; just a better hand. But you're older now, playing for Gotham's underworld at the Iceberg Lounge, destroying mob bosses in games of poker, taking all the chips you can get. They would shoot you down—better not to hurt Gotham, sweetheart. The innocent and most delicate [Name] Wayne, they wouldn't dare pull the trigger because they've already wasted their life savings on this one bet, or they're going to waste their lives in prison. You think not to give a cute little smile as you take the wad of cash away, the money in your hands in your mind, a game won easily. The slot machines hate to see you coming because you manage to get a seven out of seven. It's a lucky number, right? Gotham's crooks and goons every Saturday night see if they can have a chance to beat you, but they never get the heads up because the higher the stakes, the more fun it is, and the more they lose, and the more money you win. I mean, why would a single father go gambling? You should get a nine-to-five. You gamble against a fifteen-year-old, always spoiling your friends with your betting wins, and you always have cash on you because gambling games are what everyone brings. One time, your five-dollar bill had some blood on it. The cashier, just a poor little idiot, believed you. The next game you were playing with Jack always made you giggle, having a royal flush without any trouble. You grabbed all the chips off the deck when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Oh no, you didn't know the bats were going to be patrolling today, and you didn't know your brothers were on shift at Gotham's loveliest casino. "So is this what girls' night out means?" Dick said. You could feel his face scrunch up under his domino mask. Jason had his pistols against the goon's forehead, cold and ready to burn, Tim is asking questions while Damian was trying to take the winnings out of your hands. "I just wanted to have some fun." You put on the biggest baby face, trying to act all innocent, when really you just stole somebody's inheritance. It was their fault for gambling in the first place. They dragged you out of the casino, and Bruce, while in his bat costume, had a stern talking to with you. Someone managed to take a video, and now it's on the news: "Gotham's greatest gambler [Name] Wayne was caught on another one of her escapades. She's now being apprehended by none other than Batman, who seems to have a fatherly affection for this young girl." How have they not figured out the truth yet? Forget it. You're no longer allowed to go anywhere at night—no more underground casinos or Iceberg Lounge. You have to play Saturday night games with your family. Monopoly isn't as fun when there isn't real money around, but you do have a time stealing your brother's railroads. "It's just a game, boys. You're lucky I didn't steal your inheritance." This was a real match for money, so here you are, flaunting the fake dollars you'll get back on your grind, though. The higher the stakes, the more fun.

[dietcane]

⚢ barbed wire baby - prologue

cw: dead dove, do not eat !!, age gap (ellie is late 30's, reader is 21), elements of domestic violence, toxic relationship, death, themes of organized crime (gangs/mafia/drug cartels), cheating, bribery, abuse (physical, drugs, alcohol), mentioned gambling, bloodplay, strap-on usage, heavy manipulation, dark!ellie. more to be added!!

synopsis: as the adrenaline becomes more and more overwhelming, so does the danger. stakes are higher than ever. dingy prison cells, double entendres whispered through jail phones. knowing glances exchanged with prison guards. her modern day bonnie to her clyde. your life weighs in the balance. you know ellie has pull inside and out. you have to decide if you're willing to risk everything for her. are you?

ULTRAVIOLENCE

⤷ m.list

Casinos were one of Ellie's favorite pastimes. Poker chips rolled between tattooed fingers, crystal whiskey glasses, and half-naked women for dealers. She was a shark. Cards in hand, expression deadpan, and a mountain of poker chips beside her. Ellie wasn't a flamboyant poker player. She didn't do ‘splash-in-the-pots’ or string bets. She played quiet, dirty even. But she never cheated. Games played with slow rolls, check-raises, and a daunting poker face. Ellie was good. Barely ever lost. She’d really only ever lost to her father, a very powerful man. A man with enough pull to get rid of you with a snap of his fingers. Her father was a dirty man. Dirty man with jailbait for arm candy. Barely legal nineteen and twenty-year-olds draped over him, high on whatever was just smuggled in through their family port. Joel Miller was a nightmare come to life. And Ellie? She was worse.

To say Ellie is powerful is a devastating understatement. She owned over half of the casinos in the eastern half of the country and nearly all of the ones in Vegas. She had the police and even some of the FBI tucked neatly into her pockets. Judges, too. She had everything. Monopolies on top of monopolies. Ports lugging in drugs, guns, *women*. Anything you could think of, she had.

But most importantly? She had you. Caged underneath her palms, strings pulled and orchestrated, all to the dangerous *bum-bum-bum* of her own drum. You were her girl. Her caged dove. Caged in a jail of steel with barely any room to peek through. Captive. Ellie doesn't like that word, though. Made it seem like she held you against your will, on display like a puppet. That wasn't the case though.. right?

She preferred *attached*. Attached to her like arm candy. Red lips, tight dresses, high heels. Typical WAG attire of Ellie’s caliber. Ellie dictated every single thing about you. The color of your hair, your nails, your outfits, and makeup. Even what you ate. She controlled every aspect of your being. You didn't have to think about a single thing. She took care of all that. You didn't dare question her. But really, why would you?

You learned about questioning and talking back to her a long time ago. Bright-eyed and barely eighteen at the doorstep of her bar, begging for a job. For stability. Young and fiery and full of personality. Full of *fire*. She snuffed that fire out very quickly. She was thirty-six. Full of wisdom and experience. Everyone warned you against going towards those shady bars for work. You didn't listen. Thirty-six, tired eyes, short auburn hair. She was powerful and it leaked out of every single pore. You were desperate for stability, though. More than anything. A half-assed promise of ‘I’ll do anything you ask. Anything. Everything. I just need to get by.’ You learned very quickly the weight of your words. Words tossed out in a fit of pleading and despair. A big mistake, that was. That night she gave you a home. A purpose. You almost lost it that night, too.

“You’ll be one of my girls. We call ‘em bar bunnies. Or bottle girls if you want to fake being classy.” Her voice was smooth. Decadent. You hung onto every single syllable. You followed closely behind her as she navigated her way through the back rooms of her bar. The back hallways of the club were a stark contrast to the opulent main floor – a labyrinth of concrete and exposed pipes, smelling faintly of stale smoke and desperation. You trailed after Ellie, her heavy boots resonating against the grimy floor as she navigated the maze with unsettling confidence. Blindly following her. Following her lead into the underbelly of a life you barely understood. A life where she held more power than you could even start to think of or imagine.

Topless girls filtered out of private rooms and back out onto the floor. Skimpy costumes held up by thin strings tied into pretty little bows. Clouds of seductive perfume wafted off of them. They were all gorgeous. Dancers covered in shiny body glitter, shimmery eyeshadows, and sticky lip glosses. A door creaked open down the hall, spilling a brief burst of music and muffled laughter into the dim corridor. A dancer emerged, her sequined skirt slightly askew with her bra pulled below her tits, her expression a practiced mask of indifference. She brushed past Ellie, heading towards the main club area. As she passed, Ellie's lips quirked into a subtle, knowing smirk. She smirked at her. A coil tightened in your stomach. A heavy, unwelcome coil. Lined with disgust and laced with an unspecified yearning.

It wasn't that familiar coil of arousal. The knowing feeling of slicking up in your panties, sweat beading at your hairline, and pants for air. This was something else. A feeling rearing its ugly head into your stomach. Jealousy. Envy. You were filled with an overwhelming sense of it. It felt like you were going to burn from the inside out. Nerve ends frayed and burnt. Your lungs felt like they were filled with smoke. A simple action like that? Working you up and filling you with unbridled rage? Unlike you. A lazy smirk directed at a topless stripper? Really? This wasn’t like you.

Ellie turned to glance at you, a lazy action, yet her gaze was sharp enough to cut through steel, and scoffed, the sound laced with something akin to amusement and a hint of something else, something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "An aversion to my dancers, I see." Her eyes, dark and knowing, bore into you, dissecting your feigned composure with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. It felt like being pinned under a microscope, every flaw magnified, every secret laid bare for her amusement. A flush, unwelcome and betraying, bloomed across your cheeks, a traitorous flag signaling the inner turmoil you desperately tried to conceal. It crept up your neck, painting you in shades of vulnerability you never intended to reveal. "It's nothing," you managed, the words a pathetic whisper, a mere puff of air that barely escaped your lips, sounding weak and unconvincing even to your own ears.

Ellie's smirk widened, morphing into a predatory curve that hinted at a dangerous game, a silent promise of pleasure and pain intertwined. "Is it now?" she purred, her voice a silken caress that sent a shiver tracing its way down your spine, prickling your skin and setting your nerve endings alight. She turned her back to you again. Broad shoulders filling out a perfectly tailored suit. Crisp lines and cinched waists under belts. She was the epitome of clean-cut. Straight lines, sharp edges.

"Perhaps," she murmured, her gaze never wavering, never releasing you from its captive hold, "You’ll learn eventually, little girl." The words hung between you, suspended in the air like a fragile crystal, heavy with implication, a challenge, an accusation, and a promise all wrapped into one exquisitely dangerous package. You fought to meet her gaze, to hold your ground and maintain some semblance of control, but the weight of her scrutiny was a physical force, pressing down on you, stealing the air from your lungs, and threatening to drown you in the turbulent depths of your unspoken desires. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the chaos within, as you struggled to find your voice, to formulate a response that wouldn't betray the raw, visceral emotions raging beneath the surface.

You clear your throat. “I just think it's stupid. Dancing naked for someone else's entertainment? I think it makes you trash—,” You don't get to finish your sentence. The words were barely out of your mouth, a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, when the world exploded in a blinding flash of pain. Ellie's hand, surprisingly swift and strong, connected with your cheek with a sickening thud, the force of the blow snapping your head to the side. A wave of dizziness washed over you, leaving you momentarily disoriented and gasping for breath. The taste of copper filled your mouth, acrid and metallic, as a thin trickle of blood escaped from the corner of your lip. The room spun, the vibrant colors of the club swirling into a nauseating vortex, and the music, once a pulsating rhythm, now pounded against your skull like a relentless hammer.

Your ears rang, a high-pitched whine that drowned out the murmurs of the surrounding crowd, isolating you in a bubble of shock and disorientation. The sting on your cheek intensified, a burning fire that radiated outwards, consuming your senses and leaving you reeling in a haze of pain and disbelief. Your cheek throbs. You touch your cheek in shock, pulling back shaky fingers to see blood. Your eyes zero in on her rings. Gold, freezing cold and snug around her fingers. They nicked you. Leaving small scars and blood bubbling to the surface. She stands in front of you, arms crossed against her chest. The sleeves of her suit strains against her toned arms. You swallow. You’re intimidated. You’re scared. She’s consuming every single one of your senses until you can’t do anything without her having some sort of twisted influence over you.

“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me. My business, my rules. I might as well fucking put you up on stage. See how trashy it really is.”

You learned that day, indeed. She made you dance for six months. Tireless hours practicing. Leaving colorful bruises in yellow and red and purple all over your thighs and between your knees.

Six months. One hundred eighty-three days. Four thousand three hundred eighty hours. Two hundred sixty-two thousand eight hundred minutes. You didn't dance for her club. The club and its filthy rich partygoers, no. She made you her own *private* dancer. Critiqued you on every single minute detail the usual coked-out customers wouldn't notice.

Point your feet. Pull your back in. Arch harder. Orders barked out with heavy expectations for them to be followed. Belts lashed out against body parts as a warning, hair tugged to position your head, forceful (yet light impact, thank god) smacks to get your attention on her. You learned. Learned to appease and be docile. Speak when spoken to. Learned to be her caged dove. Learned to be her ride or die, damn near. Her right hand. In six months, you’d done so many depraved things besides enjoy her merciless demands. Only for her.

The casino is loud and bustling. Ellie has you perched over her thigh, slotting the muscular skin between your thighs. The scent of her cologne envelopes you whole. Strong wafts of black coffee, spice and vanilla all wrapped into one. Her hand is digging into your hip. The game is frustrating her. Her cold rings carve into your hip bones and you can feel the indents already beginning to form. Her breathing is calm despite the anger bridling beneath her surface. Ellie flicks the ash of her cigarette carelessly, disregarding the yelp it tugs out of her opponent as it lands onto his leg. Chips click loudly as the final round progresses- only Ellie and some sleazy, grubby man across from her are left. He goes all in and Ellie prods her tongue into her cheek. You glance at her cards- a royal flush. Rare that you get one of those. She presents nervously, shifting you in her lap. She’s bluffing. Her opponent is getting cocky. He takes a long swig of his cheap beer and shakes his head at Ellie. His cards go down- a straight flush. Ellie huffs and splays out her cards. She wins, you think. You don't pay attention to these meaningless games. She collects her rewards and stands with you.

She tugs you over to a corner of the bar, forcing you to sit as she stands behind you. There’s a football game playing faintly in the background, drowned out by incessant laughter and cheers. The repetitive hum of the slot machines hummed quietly, soft echo of beeps and chimes drifting into the dimly lit bar area. Ellie's lips, soft yet insistent, pecked repeatedly against your neck. It tickled. Her lips were slightly chapped, leaving wet trails behind as she progressed up your neck and behind your ear. The scent of expensive cologne mingled and tangled with her always present aroma of whiskey. You instinctively shuddered at the ghost of her lashes against your skin.

“Els.” You’ve always been soft spoken with her, save for the night you met. Flame snuffed out, leaving smoky wisps behind. No more fight. Just quiet obedience. She kisses with more fervor, more force and intention behind it.

"You can tell me to stop," Ellie murmured, her voice a husky whisper that barely carried over the bustle of the casino. Her fingers, laced through your hair, tightening slightly. A warning. Tell me to stop. Only if you dare. The illusion of a choice. You couldn't say no. It was a test. Were you going to defy her or not? You don't in the end. Just silently baring more of yourself to her. She bites down forcefully.

Her teeth graze the spot once she pulls away. The sharp-edged dagger of her canine teeth. Sharp and present. She bites again. More aggression, more force. It's electrifying. Your heart hammers against your chest. You feel like you’re being held underwater. Drowning just below the surface. Lungs filling more and more with water every time you inhale. You can’t breathe. It's making you dizzy with heady arousal. You’re wrecked underneath her hands.

Pliable. Malleable. She’s kissing and tugging and biting and you feel like you're on cloud nine. Everything was nothing but background noise to you. Her warm body pressed against your back, her hair resting over your shoulders, tattooed hands around your waist. It was only you two. In your own bubble. Blissful and domestic, draped over your back, soft hums sounding in your ear. Her veiny hands slot into yours, thumb rubbing affectionately against the heavy diamond ring on your ring finger. She lets out a pleased hum at you. “Oh, hello. Look at you go. Pretty rock on your finger for my pretty girl, huh, babe? Nice and shiny for ya—,”

And then it starts. Overlapping screams, frenzied scrambles. Illegal high rollers bolting for purchase to stay hidden, tables clattering. Chairs scattering. Glass breaks. The entire bar is swiped. Crystal whiskey glasses and bottles of aged wine pattering to the floor. A cacophony of wails and panicked grunts fills the air. And then the agents come in. Guns trained and pointed. Red beams scanning the room. Ellie swallows against your neck. She stands taller, yanking you up. She had always thrived on the edge, dancing between risk and rewards. This was a game she expertly knew how to play.

She knew how prison worked. Hell, she probably had minions tucked into every prison and jail in America. She disarms herself, sliding her handgun over the table before the agents got to you two. She pulled you close, kisses pressed against your temples. You knew what this meant.

She pushes you. Launches you into the steady stream of people scrambling to escape. The lights go out. It's dark, there's people screaming. You’re shoved into a flurry of pushing and crying. Blue and red lights flicker through the darkness.

You glance back.

She has every single agent’s red beam pointed at her forehead. They cuff her. Roughly. She makes eye contact with you through the chaos. Everything goes quiet. Ellie stands still where the agents try to hustle her out. There’s a Glock pressed against her temples. A bruise is blossoming where it presses against her head.

“I’ll be home soon. Hold it down for me, Bonnie.”

[astrolook]

🏠Mundane Natal Astrology: Planets in Houses as Daily Behavior 🛋️

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home! A single placement or aspect isn't enough to conclude and the whole chart has to be analyzed!

Venus in 1st -> These natives always check the mirror before leaving any room. Can mimic others' tone and body language naturally. Can be photogenic. Would feel “off” if they don’t like their look that day. Usually better treated in public or in customer service than their friends.

Mars in 2nd -> Seriously, these natives works better when they’re a little pissed off or under pressure. They dislike it when people touch them (even their peers/ family) or move their belongings without permission. Can get impatient waiting for paychecks or deliveries. Less likely to share their food with others. Less likely to lend things easily to others. They would rather throw it away.

Sun in 3rd -> Corrects the grammar usage of others. Takes pride in “knowing things” before others like news, facts, trivia, and movies. Repeats jokes louder if no one laughed the first time. Gives people nicknames instantly and uses them like they’ve been friends for years. These natives have at least one go-to story they’ve told a dozen times with perfect delivery. Will correct others' proNunCiaTion under their breath if it’s wrong.

Moon in 4th -> Cooks or cleans when emotionally overwhelmed like resetting their furniture or wardrobe. These natives have playlists they loop hard when they're doing chores. Hate when people sit in their “spot” at home, even if it’s just the end of the couch. They’ll randomly hum the same song a family member was just thinking about or say the same thing at the same time without meaning to.

Saturn in 5th -> These natives avoid karaoke, dancing, or anything that makes them look silly in public. Natives would abandon their hobby if they weren't immediately good at it. Plays to win even in board games. They get visibly annoyed if their friends don't take a game seriously. They won't get along with overly playful people. For example: If they're playing Monopoly with their friends, they make sure people are followin' the rules exactly.

Mercury in 6th -> These natives Google symptoms immediately, even if it's just a headache or stomach pain. They might keep a diary/ notepad to note things down like phone numbers, addresses, etc. These natives are very good at finding small errors/ mistakes others make. They're always the one who catches the professor’s typo or the boss’s small mistake in a document. Has strong opinions about pens, mobile phones, and gadgets. Makes their own cheat sheets just for peace of mind, even when they don’t use them.

Jupiter in 7th -> These natives would give long answers or more than one answer to a simple question or during arguments. They can't stand narrow-minded people or people who are pessimistic. These natives somehow end up talking to strangers in checkout lines or elevators. Overshares if they like someone. More likely to buy expensive gifts or things that are way too big to show their love. One can expect a sink full of dishes after they make a quick meal.

Uranus in 8th -> These natives can get obsessed with documentaries about cults, serial killers, aliens/ UFOs, or bizarre crimes. They use words like, "Not to sound crazy/ weird but....." at least once a week. Out of boredom, these natives would look up people’s net worth, criminal records, or family history just out of curiosity. Would never share their password for streaming, even with their own family, and are less likely to have joint accounts with their spouse. Watches absurd things, UFO stuff, occult documentaries, etc, while eating dinner.

Neptune in 9th -> These natives zone out in classrooms, meetings, etc. These natives can develop a "weird connection" to a place/ country they never visited b4 and would think they had a past life there. For example, someone living in California feels a connection to Egypt. More likely to fall for fake quotes, toxic positivity, MLMs, or inspirational videos when young. Will impulsively sign up for a class or course because the title felt “right,” then drop out within weeks.

Pluto in 10th -> These natives delete or hide old posts, or photos that don’t “match” who they are now. Keeps a tight grip on what personal info people know about them. More likely to keep their phone brightness low in public. More likely to browse incognito, even for normal things. They always sit where they can see the whole room and their backs never face the door. They delete chats/ messages after reading them if they feel unnecessary or too revealing.

Saturn Rx in 11th -> These natives might hesitate to post on social media. Canel plans last-minute. Feels uncomfortable around people who are super loud, overly fun, or touchy in friend settings. Seriously, they will take the long way home just to avoid walking by a group of people they kind of know. They stare at textboxes for long minutes before deciding not to reply at all.

Jupiter Rx in 12th -> These natives hoard screenshots of quotes, threads, or spiritual advice they never look at again. These are the kind of people who start writing a journal, write 3 deep pages, then forget it in a drawer for 6 months. Also, they zone out while doing dishes and imagine writing a book they’ll never start. Would say they’re “not religious” but low-key gets spooked if at night after watching a horror movie or prays to God just in case a ghost shows up.

Uranus Rx in 1st -> These natives adjust their expression in mirrors to see which version looks most “acceptable” for today. They sit in corners or far edges of rooms instinctively. When shopping, these natives avoid busy aisles or wait for people to move instead of squeezing past, as they don’t like being “in the way.” Can repeat outfits even if they have a lot to wear. Buys one random item in bulk “just in case.”

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School Bus Graveyard incorrect quotes because I'm bored

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Taylor: Look how creepy it is looking down this hallway.

Ashlyn: I'm gonna get vertigo.

Aiden: I'm a Virgo!

Tyler, deadpan: No, you're a virgin.

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Aiden: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Tyler: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Aiden: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ASHLYN WITH ME

Logan, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Taylor: Why is Tyler so upset?

Logan: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Taylor: And...?

Logan: He got Aiden.

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Ashlyn: What did you do with the phantom's body?

Aiden: What didn’t I do with the body?

Everyone:

Aiden: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the phantom respectfully.

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Aiden: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Logan: Aiden, no.

Ben, with text to speech: Mistlefoe.

Logan: Please stop encouraging him.

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Taylor: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Tyler: You’re a hazard to society

Aiden: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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Emma, trying to be nice to Ashlyn's new friends: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Mike, excited for his daughter: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

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Logan: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Ben: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Aiden: Smad.

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Ashlyn: Why are you on the floor?

Aiden: I'm depressed.

Aiden: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ben, please.

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Taylor: Aiden and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Ashlyn, sighing: What did he do?

Taylor: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Aiden: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Aiden: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Logan: How am I supposed to know?

Tyler: You say that as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Logan: ...You wouldn't be trapped.

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Ashlyn: Tyler, keep an eye on Aiden today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tyler: Sure, I’d love to see him get punched.

Ashlyn: Try again.

Tyler, sighing: I will stop Aiden from getting punched.

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Aiden, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Tyler: You did WHAT–

Ben: William Snakespeare

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Ashlyn: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Taylor: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Ashlyn: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Aiden: edible

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Taylor, whispering to Aiden, who’s on the phone with Ashlyn: Ask her something!

Aiden: How are you feeling?

Ashlyn: Fine.

Taylor: Something personal!

Aiden: At what age did you start hearing voices?

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Aiden: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Logan: If?

Tyler: Great, the only party I’d actually go to and he might not even die.

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Logan: We need a distraction.

Ashlyn: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Aiden, whispering: My time has come

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Tyler: Where are you going?

Taylor: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Tyler: I'll come with

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Mike, buying a whole bag of knives, guns and other weapons like he's going to war on a random Tuesday: I can explain

Jacob (shop owner): Can you?

Mike: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Taylor: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.

Tyler, sighing: What did you do?

Taylor, wailing: A MISTAKE

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Mr. Thomas: What are your goals?

Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs.

Mr. Thomas: No, I meant your goals for this trip.

Ashlyn: To pet all the dogs in Savannah.

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Logan: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Ashlyn: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak?

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Taylor: Aiden isn’t answering his phone

Ashlyn: I’ll call

Taylor: Ben and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Aiden: Hello?

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Aiden: I was arrested for being too cool.

Tyler: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Aiden: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much

Taylor: You’ve been to jail?

Aiden: Once. In Monopoly.

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Mike: You love me, right?

Emma: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

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Aiden: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Ashlyn: Okay

Aiden: And make out during the scary parts.

Ashlyn: The-

Ashlyn: The scary parts?

Ashlyn: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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Ashlyn: How petty can you get?

Tyler: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Taylor: I KNEW IT-

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Aiden: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Logan: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Mike: So what’s for dinner?

Emma, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

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That's all for today!