#betting at poker with fucking monopoly money

[forcebookish]

has anyone else noticed that almost all, if not all, my meta/"fighting" with other people is just me describing what happens in any given scene

i barely even embellish or speculate. i'll mention recurring themes every once in a while, but for the most part i'm just writing out a play-by-play summary of what the characters actually do, because some people cannot be trusted to use their eyes let alone their brains

[loveofbots]

yess 😎😎 would it be alright to ask for hcs of some of scavengers, any of them work 🫣 love em all, though if you need specific ones, then spinister - crankcase - misfire, w/ a gender neutral human reader they found, that teaches them about human board games? since they do have jenga on the ship, other than bang bang shoot shoot, and they play it 👀 if not thats alright :D❤️

Do you know how much chaos monopoly night would be?

Do you even know what you’ve started?? /lh

- Two words, Sore. Losers. They lost? No they didn’t. Best 2 out of 3. Crank and Misfire take losses the worst.

- Wins however? Spinister and Misfire do not shut up about it. Especially if you’re generally the one to beat them at the game.

- Spinister’s favourite game is snakes and ladders, although he makes boards the length of you so that he can spend more time sitting with you and chatting (he will not admit the latter)

- He can be a little clumsy with small pieces, but he also loves how they look. Will assign you a small human figure that reminds him of you.

- If you begin to win consistently he will accuse you of cheating (whether you did or not) and will become pouty, let him win a few just in case.

- shit at any card game. He will start fights over them with the others in the group, but never with you, he knows you are too squishy to be thrown around. He did square up to Fulcrum however.

- hates scramble with a passion

- Misfire’s favourite game is sorry. He loves the idea of fucking you in more ways then one the game.

- Is the only one to actually try and cheat in games. Although he has a terrible poker face. His main tell is tapping his foot or chewing on his lip.

- Misfire HATES losing. That’s why he cheats, howeveerrr if you promise him that you’ll sit in his lap while you play a board game maybe he won’t get upset when you win.

- He secretly loves seeing you win, the way your face lights up and you slide over the shanix you both bet at the start of the game. He uses the money to buy you something nice don’t worry.

- cries for hours if he loses to Spinister

- Crankcase loves monopoly. He’s a smart guy! And although he’s not charming like Misfire or as gentle as Spinister, Crank likes to think he can be a good con man when he needs to be. The game goes as far as real life bargaining.

- You get to fly the ship for an hour if I get your railroad, I’ll carry you for a whole day if you let me buy your properties. So on and so forth.

- He uses the opportunity to become closer to you and fluster you. Maybe getting a tad raunchy with his deals- but beat him at the game and his cocky attitude goes flat.

- if you win consistently his ego might be bruised, but give him a kiss in the cheek and he’s feeling much better than before.

- Best poker face out of the whole group

HMU for more space husbands content XD

[justabumatthepark]

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT PUSSY

GOT YOU HOOKED, HUH?

😈😈😈

FUCK CANCEL CULTURE 24' 🇺🇲

VOTE BLUE

FUCK MAGA

ONLY BUM COMPARED TO ALEXANDER

FUCK PUTO FAG

100% ✅ SECURED

WHO WANTS IT?

50 MILLION

ALL FOR YOU

EVER SEEN 50 MILLION IN A ROOM?

😈😈😈

WE TIRED OF WORKING PUTO FAG

IT'S STARTING TO LOOK LIKE RETIREMENT MONEY

😈😈😈

THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS I'M NOT THE JOKER

😈😈😈

THE NAME IS PETTY

NICE TO MEET YOU

🙂🙂🙂

50/50 MY BOY

WHO WANTS IT?

😈😈😈

AND SURE YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL

I MEANT 50/50 I HELP YOU MAKE THIS MONEY

I HANDLE PUTO FAG

YOU TAKE THE LOOT

😈😈😈

FUCK THE MONEY

I JUST WANT PUTO FAG OUT OF THE MONOPOLY GAME

AND ANYONE YOU DON'T LIKE

CAN DIE WITH HIM TOO

😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

NIGGA I'M LITERALLY BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO STOP ME

BUT WHO GON' DO IT?

DEFINITELY NOT YOU

THAT'S CHECKMATE

😈😈😈

100% ✅ SECURED

HE'S CHOOSING TO GIVE EVERYTHING UP

BECAUSE HE KNOWS MY PLAN IS SOLID

HORRIBLE POKER PLAYERS

HE FIGURED IF HE COULD BLUFF HIS WAY OUT

NO ONE WOULD NOTICE

BUT I DID

😈😈😈

YOU ARE NO LONGER PUTO FAG

YOU HAVE BEEN UPGRADED TO ANGRY TORCHER ADDICT FUCK

SEE YOU'RE ONE OF US BROTHA

😈😈😈

I KNOW YOU KNOW ALREADY KNOW

BUT I'M STILL GONNA TELL YOU A THIRD TIME

WE LIKE YOUR BROTHER

WE HATE YOU

😈😈😈

IF YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN ANGRY TORCHER PUTO FAG

THEN HEAD OVER TO

@alt-zombee

YOU KNOW THIS NIGGA IS STEAMINNNNNN RIGHT NOW

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

HUSHMOUTH????

😈😂😂😂😂🤭🤭😂😈😈😂😈😂

GOOD JOB WITH THE PSYCHOLOGICAL TORCHER

I HAVE TO SAY YOU REALLY DID PUT IN A LOT OF WORK

BUT UNFORTUNATELY

I'M BETTER AT IT

😈😈😈

[pettyentity.]🩷

SO LET'S ADJUST FOR INFLATION

SO THAT WAS 12.75 MINIMUM WAGE TIMES A 40 HOUR WORK WEEK TIMES 4 FOR THE MONTH TIMES 12 FOR THE YEAR TIMES 6 FOR THE YEARS YOU'VE BEEN HERE THAT IS 146,880 DOLLARS TIMES 20 EMPLOYEES EQUALS 2,937,600 TOTAL

SO YOU DO HAVE FUCK YOU MONEY HUH?

IF THAT'S CHUMP CHANGE

I WONDER HOW MUCH IS IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT

😈😈😈

THE PRICE OF PSYCHOLOGICAL TORCHER

ALL FOR

ONE MAN

ME

YOU ADDICT FUCK

AND I DIDN'T EVEN MENTION GAS

OR OUTSIDE EMPLOYEES YOU MIGHT HAVE NEEDED FOR THIS

SO I WONDER

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO MAD?

🤭🤭🤭

HUSHMOUTH?

I FEEL HUMBLED

😌😌😌

PUTO FAG

GG

🤭🤭🤭

DON'T BLAME IT ON ME

BLAME IT ON GOD

GIT GUD FAGGOT

😈😈😈

DON'T BLAME PUTO FAG TOO MUCH

HE JUST LIKE ME

GOT BABIED BY MOMMY AND DADDY

SO HE'S A SPOILED BRAT

THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS GODS STUPID ASS GAVE HIM MONEY

AND HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY

😈😈😈

THIS MAN HASN'T SAID A SINGLE WORD

HE MAD MAD

AND HE KNOWS I HAVE HIM BY THE BALLS TOO

😂😂😂

"FUCK YOU"

🤭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

RETREAT AND COME BACK WHEN YOU'RE READY

BUT I PEEP THAT STRATEGY AND RAISE YOU FUCK YOU

I'M GONNA KEEP TEASING YOU ALL DAY

AND TOMORROW

AND THE DAY AFTER

AND I'M JUST GONNA KEEP EXPOSING YOU YOU ADDICT FUCK

SO JUST GIVE IT UP

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

ALSO ATTACKING FROM AFAR IS SMART

AGAIN I DON'T BLAME YOU

BUT I'M YOUR ASS NOW

BETTER KEEP RUNNIN'

CUSS I SMELL PUSSYYYYY

TE ESTOY COMIENDO EL CULOOOOOOOO

HE'S WAITING TO SEE WHO'S GONNA HELP ME SO HE CAN PLAN AROUND THAT

OKAY SO I'LL RAISE YOU THIS

ANSWER THIS QUESTION IF IT ALL GOES WELL WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

"......."

EXACTLY

THAT'S CHECKMATE

TELL YOUR BOSS TO FUCKING CALL ME BITCH

YOU FAILED

IT'S TIME TO REPORT THAT TO HIM

😈😈😈

2 FOR 1

BET

THAT'S TWO BANK ACCOUNTS JUST FOR US

MORE LOOT FOR US

ANY MORE FUCKERS WANNA JOIN THEM?

MONOPOLY ACTIONS

THE DOMINO EFFECT

TWO ADDICTS ABOUT TO LOSE THEIR BANK ACCOUNTS

HUSHMOUTH???

"THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN NO ONE BELIEVES YOU"

BUT DON'T YOU HAVE A WHOLE CAMP OF PEOPLE?

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT OUT OF 100

NO ONE IS GONNA STAND UP?

NIGGA NEVER TOOK A MATH CLASS IN HIS LIFE

🤭😂😂😂😂

BETTER START LOOKING AT THE NIGGA NEXT TO YOU

🤭

"THEY ARE ALL WITH ME"

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

OKAY PUTO FAG 👍🏽

"Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating

You niggas fuck with me, I give 'em motivation

And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'

Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)

Fuck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.

Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know

Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know

Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah"

And all them tweets and all them posts

Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk

I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke

I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes

"THEY ARE ALL WITH ME"

REMEMBER YOU SAID IT

NOT ME

😈😈😈

ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD

IT'S TIME TO START PURGING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

FLUSH YOU MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THAT LIL HIDING SPOT

100% ✅ I GUARANTEE IT

YOU LET ME HANDLE PUTO FAG

AND ANY THREAT HE THROWS YOUR WAY

😈😈😈

AND YOU CAN HAVE ALL HIS MONEY

ALL OF IT

NOT ONE CENT FOR ME

ALL I ASK IS YOU LET ME TURN HIM TO THE POLICE

I WANNA SEE HIS FACE WHEN I'M DONE WITH HIS ASS

HE CAN'T THREATEN YOU IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE THREATENED BY

AND IF HE SAYS HE'S GONNA KILL YOU

LET HIM

I GUARANTEE HE WONT

HE'S ALL BARK NO ACTION

PUTO FAG THE CHIHUAHA

FUCKING ADDICT

HE WON'T KILL YOU BECAUSE HE KNOWS HIS ADDICTION WILL SNITCH HIM OUT FURTHER

IF HE KILLS YOU HE BASICALLY FUCKS HIMSELF

IT'S LIKE RAISING THE PRICE OF SODA

IF IT SELLS OUT

THE STORE WILL RAISE THE PRICE ON IT

SO IF HE KILLS YOU

MORE PEOPLE ARE GONNA TRY TO COME GET THIS MONEY

AND THAT'S THE LAST THING HE WANTS

😈😈😈

LITTLE BITCH CAN EITHER ACCEPT HIS FATE

OR START KILLING EVERYONE IN HIS CAMP

ALL BECAUSE YOU DON'T AGREE WITH HIM

YOU SEE WHAT KIND OF PERSON HE IS

WHY WOULD YOU WANNA WORK FOR HIM?

😈😈😈

THE FACT THAT YOU GOT WHOOPED BY FOGELL IS EVIL WORK

😈😈😈

This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

😈😈😈

"Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)"

😇😇😇

"MY PRIDE JUST WON'T LET ME CALL HER NO MORE"

YOU'RE WELCOME PUTO FAG

PETTY THE ARCHETYPE

😈😈😈

THIS IS "HOW TO KEEP IT G FOR DUMMIES"

THE BOOK

REDRUM - 21 SAVAGE 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

OH, HE SPEAKS 

WHAT'S WRONG DID I STRIKE A NERVE? 

😈😈😈

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU YOU FUCK"

DO IT THEN PUSSY 

WYA 

Tap in!

DM ME 

I'LL SEND YOU MY LOCATION

😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

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[cozycryptidcorner]

The Mad Prince, Chapter 13 (slightly nsfw)

tw: alcohol/drinking, drunken consensual groping.

“What are you doing?” Clementine asks, almost amused.

You’re busy rummaging around all available cabinets in the kitchen, several of them open, plates, glasses, and other kitchenette stuff laid out on the counter. While you’re pretty sure there’s a far better kitchen below your feet, this one appears mostly for aesthetic and midnight snack reasons. You, though, have a very intentional way of searching, fingers nimble as you run your hands over the inner panels, just one.

“I’m bored,” is all you say, as if that’s the only explanation she needs. Unsatisfied with what you’ve found so far, you begin to put everything back, sealing the cabinets firmly on the latch. Jumping down from the upper counter, you continue on your quest on the lower compartments.

Once you resume your rummaging, it doesn’t take you too much longer to find a strangely shaped bottle, glass long and ornately spun around a strange purple liquid. All you have to do is unlock the seal at the top, and the scent of the thin, violet liquid makes your eyes water. You haven’t had a single thing to drink with any kind of percentage since the Starward Matchmakers™ took you into their loving flock, and to say you’ve been itching for a goddamn shot would be an understatement.

“Holy shit,” you half gasp, half wince. Whatever is in the bottle smells like paint stripper, your body is already trying to cough back up the liquor you haven’t even had a chance to drink.

“What are you going to do with that?” The shell slips as a touch of her real personality peeks through, her face scowling before she catches herself.

“Drink it, duh,” you can’t read the label, the large, swooping lettering elegant and filled with opulent promise.

“Is that a good idea?” Clementine prods further, arms on her hips.

“Oh please,” you glance over your shoulder just to make sure no one else is eavesdropping on the conversation, “if I couldn’t keep my mouth shut while drunk, I’d never have a job. Besides, I have a super fun idea.”

“Super fun,” Clem echoes, eyebrows arching.

“Come on, bestie, let’s go find two other players.”

It doesn’t take a lot of time to locate the prince, in his own makeshift office he’s turned one of the rooms into. The desk has a holographic screen hovering just slightly over the slab of dark metal.

He looks at the crystalline bottle in your hand, then back up at you. “Yes?”

“I thought we could have a fun game night.” You say, gently swirling the bottle around and offering it up like a vicious cat bringing its master a dead thing as a gift. “Involving liquor, of course.”

His eyes widen as his brow arches, a quizzical gesture, you’ve come to learn, and you feel his gaze flicker over your shoulder and land on Clementine, who is probably doing her best to appear like she thinks that this idea is the motherfucking best. Then he looks back at you. “And what games are you thinking?”

“Well…” you try to wrack your brain, “I was thinking poker, but I’d be fine with blackjack, diamonds five, lemon lemon…. Or like, old maid. Monopoly, even, if you like.”

The prince blinks. “Most of those are forms of gambling.”

You feel Clementine’s aggressive aura on your back, but you offer up a nonchalant shrug. “I suppose so, but like… we don’t have to play for money or anything. Winner or loser, doesn’t matter.”

There’s a beat of silence, you can see the synapses firing within his brain as he thinks over the suggestion. Then, calmly, he suggests, “I suppose that there are things we can gamble other than money.”

“I like your style!” You shake the bottle, “I was thinking about inebriation.”

”Babe,” Clem says, her voice slightly grated, “fun idea… but no.”

Oh, now it seems like the prince is very much interested, but only on account of Clem’s quick attempt to shut it down. “What do you mean?”

You’re quick to talk over Clem’s continuing protests, “instead of gambling money, the loser of the round takes a shot. Uhhh, but since your body’s like three times bigger, you get to take two.”

“Oh, I get to take two?” He asks, cocking his head with a slightly amused look. And he’s not immediately refusing, either, you knew he wouldn’t, but you supposed he wouldn’t actually consider it so seriously. “Is this something humans do?”

“Yes,” you say, nodding, “for fun.”

“And you would like to play it with me?”

You nod again.

He mulls it over, looking back at a now-silent Clem, and says, “and will you be playing.”

“I suppose,” she says, pursing her lips.

“We were also hoping that Elias would play as well,” you say, almost slyly, “to make it an even four.”

“I will let him know.” He says, completely serious, as though he’s talking about affairs of the state, and not about getting drunk while gambling.

“Okay,” you say, bouncing on the edge of your toes in excitement.

“Okay,” he echoes, as though tasting the word on his tongue.

“See you later, then,” you take a step back, trying really hard not to smile.

“Oh my god,” Clementine mutters as you turn around, quietly enough for only you to hear. “You two are ridiculous.”

“I hear most couples are,” you whisper conspiratorially back at her as the door to the office closes.

“And here’s to thinking you were at your wit’s end just a day ago,” she says, and you can feel the motion of her eyes rolling even though you’re not looking at her. “I can already see you making out with him in your head.”

“Okay but also consider: inebriation makes for honest conversations,” you say, running your fingers along your scalp, “and I plan on having a very calm and collected conversation about things like how many people he thinks are planning to kill me, while you, my dearest and most precious friend in the entire universe, are going to be keeping Elias distracted with your fantastic tits.”

She chokes, scrabbling for words, voice cutting in and out as though her brain is fried. “He does not think my-”

“You may be trained to clock someone’s fighting style twenty klicks away by the way they shake their ass, but I,” you turn around and walk backwards to drink in her glaring face, grinning, “have been teaching myself to recognize carnal lust on sight.”

“Princess,” she says, her voice full of warning, “you’re on thin fucking ice right now.”

“See you later!” You sing, escaping into your room before she sees fit to smack you into the next century.

---------------------------------------------_

“Okay,” you say, shuffling the cards between your fingers, “rules are simple.”

To your right side, the prince, and to the left, Clementine, with Elias sitting across the table. The bottle of liquor is in the center of the table, four shot glasses in front of each person as a grim reminder that you’ll have to drink the moment you lose your hand.

“So the loser of each hand has to drink the shots placed in the betting pool,” you say, cheerfully, “except for Aksanos, who has to take an extra two because his blood alcohol level is more difficult to raise since he’s bigger than my first studio apartment.”

Their first mistake: letting you deal.

“We bet with alcohol shots based on how confident you are with how good your hand is.” You begin to deal out cards, mentally counting to five for each stack. “High card is when you have no matches, two of a kind is when you have two of the same numbers, three of a kind is the same but with three-” etcetera, etcetera. The winner isn’t the important hand, here, it’s the loser. “Folding in this context means that you take the shots you threw into the pot. Any questions?”

“I don’t understand why I have to be here,” Elias says, holding his cards like this is a game of Go Fish.

“I mean any questions in regards to the game rules?” You skip over him, just for the sake of being annoying.

“What does the winner get?” Clementine asks, lounging with one arm swung over the back of her chair. “I think the person who wins first the most should get something.”

“You mean besides an intact liver?” You ask, taking a peek at your cards. Nice, unless everyone has a really fortunate hand, you should be alright this first round. “I don’t know, I’m not exactly in a position to hand anything out.”

All eyes turn to the person with the fattest wallet, and, to his credit, the prince actually looks like he’s pondering the question. “A favor,” he seems to conclude.

“From you?” Clementine asks, sounding suddenly like she’s ready to put her competitive hat on.

“Yes.”

“And what if you’re the winner?” She asks, prodding.

“I suppose that my prize will be peace of mind.” He says, looking at his cards. “Since I won’t have to offer up my services otherwise.”

“Awesome,” you say, reaching over and pouring the potent liquor in every single one of your shot glasses, sliding one into the center of the table. “Let’s begin.”

When you first pitched the game, you thought your only real competition would be Clementine. After all, you’ve seen soldiers like her lay waste to the poker tables before, especially since ceasefires make for bored tacticians with little outlets for their strategies. As predicted, Elias continuously seems to either fold or lose, he doesn’t seem to have much of a grasp for the game in general, nor does he even care to try. The prince, however?

He starts out slowly, cautiously. Like he’s testing his boundaries. He folds once or twice, watching you closely as he throws back his shots of purple liquor. After you’ve leapt into a significant lead, the thrum of hot alcohol from your folds burning through your blood, he seems to take a sharp turn and starts winning, as in, beating you as time eats into the night.

As you shuffle the card stack once almost every hand possible could have played, you observe him closely. He’s staring at your hands, intently, watching the way your thumb flicks one half into the other, head shifting slightly as you twist your wrist to part the deck once more. Almost in an accusation, you don’t look down at your hands as you shuffle, knowing this movement by heart, and then begin tossing everyone their cards.

Elias doesn’t even look at his hand as he folds, face and ears a mottled blue as he nurses a glass of water. Clementine is ‘resting her eyes’ for ‘just a minute,’ head slumped over on the table, her bra hanging from the side of the chair (when did she even take that off?).

The prince has already learned to only look at his cards once, hand over the backs, then gauges you for any sort of reaction as he pushes his filled shot glasses in. Luckily, though, the more you drink, the less your face works, so all you offer up is a resting bitch face that would kill any human man, matching him without hesitation.

You lay your cards out, revealing a four of a kind.

He lays his out, revealing the same hand… but with straight aces.

Four shots. You have to take in four shots.

“Careful,” he says, as though he has no cares in the universe, “I hear alcohol poisoning is a terrible way to go.”

You drink the first, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and refusing to give him the satisfaction of wincing from the burn of the liquor. “I’ve had worse.”

The second shot is harder to drink without making a face, you think your nose twitches despite your attempts not to move.

Your body is sending warning signals to your head as your fingers wrap around the third shot glass, not exactly nauseous yet, but with the knowledge that you definitely will be if you finish what you started.

“I fold,” the prince says just before the liquor hits your lips.

“What?” It takes you a moment to process what he just said.

“I fold,” he repeats, pushing his winning hand to the center and grabbing the remaining shot glass.

“You can’t fold after you’ve played the round,” you say, though your body screams in relief at not having to finish the shots.

“I don’t remember that being in the rules,” he says, “besides, it’s not going to be fun if you’re passed out on the table like your friend here.”

“-’m wrake,” Clementine mumbles, her words so slurred you can barely recognize their meaning.

You wait for a beat, then put the glass down and push it in his direction. “Fine. Here, don’t forget the extra.”

“I would not dare,” he says, amusement in his tone. True to his word, he pours another shot, drinking all three in quick succession.

For a while, you didn’t think he was getting drunk, blaming his more spidery bits for his supposed immunity to alcohol, but the more you stare, the more you notice unusual symptoms in his body. Like the flushed skin around his eyes and nose. Or the way his shoulders slant as he sits. How he’s started to rest his chin on his hand.

Slowly, you begin to shuffle the cards, keeping an eye on how he seems to be watching you with more intensity than before, and you realize something. Oh, oh, for fuck’s sake, you should have noticed it before, but now that he’s drunk, he’s not hiding it so much.

“You’re counting cards,” you accuse.

“And you’re playing with a marked deck,” he responds just as snidely.

You hesitate for just a moment because you hadn’t expected to actually get caught, and then you realize; oh. OH. That’s how he started making a heavy-hitting comeback, he figured out the almost nonsensical pattern on the back of the cards is actually a code.

Fuck.

And then you think further, hands folded like you’re praying. Yes, your mind is clouded with drink, but you’re still capable of weighing the pros and cons of an extremely critical concept. It’s not about the how he figured it out, you decide, but the fact that he quickly adapted, continued playing, and even started winning… without saying anything. He could have demanded a new deck in the face of fairness, but he didn’t.

That’s so…

So…

“Hot,” you say out loud.

“What?” He sounds confused.

“I mean,” you lean back in your chair, clarifying, “if you’re going to continue being so smart and attractive, I’m going to have to have sex with you.”

Elias coughs into his glass, bless him, you forgot he was even there, with his eyes bugging out of his skull. ”Keias,” he almost sounds like he’s begging, “please excuse me for the night, I’m afraid in order to best serve you, I will need to rest and recover.”

“You are dismissed,” the prince says, face a shade of blue you didn’t think he was capable of having.

And oh boy, does Elias leave like the entire goddamn room is on fire, though with the efficiency of an incredibly drunk individual. Even though his first few steps are wobbly, he still manages to flee the thick sexual tension your aura is probably emanating through the air, shooting out the door and disappearing into the ship.

Mercilessly, as soon as the door shuts, you turn back to the large drider at the receiving end of your arousal. To his credit, he seems to be so unused to blatant invitations to use someone’s body like a goddamn carousel that he’s at a loss for words. On the other hand, you have a variety of positions you would like to try out if what the anatomy charts they showed you back at the Starward Matchmakers™ are accurate.

But first… you need to take some measures to dull the oncoming hangover.

“Let’s raid the kitchen,” you say, knowing the sudden change of pace will give him whiplash.

“I’ll call someone to carry her to bed,” the prince says, gesturing to Clem’s body, “someone who isn’t inebriated.”

“Excellent idea,” you say, knowing full well you would drop her halfway through the hallway and somehow end up breaking both your noses in progress.

A servant is ridiculously quick to retrieve her, as though they had been lying in wait just outside the door at the prince’s beck and call, but you find yourself not caring about that creepiness factor in the face of food.

“Shall I call the chef?” He asks as you push through the doors leading into the kitchen.

“Nah,” you say, “they’ll need all the sleep they can get for the breakfast we will collectively want tomorrow. I can cook, I’m not an animal.”

Already, your vision blurs as the last two shots fully hit your system. Even with the glass of water you absolutely chug like a dehydrated lava scrapper, you know it’s going to be a hot minute before you start seeing straight again if you don’t start shoving carbs down your throat. So, quick as you can, you start rifling through the many different cabinets and the three (?!) refrigerators to locate something that your drunk stomach positively craves.

“Normally,” you say, “during my nights out, I go to one of those hover-stands that park out by the clubs and stuff specifically for the drunk hungry people leaving. I don’t know how to describe just how good Abuelita’s Tacos are when it’s three am, and you’re stumbling out of the club, exhausted.”

“And is that something you often do?” He asks, voice slightly slurred.

“It’s a good way to meet people,” you climb up one of the counters, rifling through bags of food with labels you can’t read. “Especially if you’re freelance. You never know who needs to transport cargo if you don’t start asking around.”

“Mmm,” he muses, “and do many pilots tend to frequent bars for customers?”

“Only the ones that aren’t in a guild or privately hired,” you say, hopping down from one counter and heading for the other.

“And you’re not?” He’s wheedling you for information, but you’re comfortable with offering up more than usual.

“Do I strike you as someone who likes being told what to do?” You ask instead of answering. “Oh, my god, the guilds have so many rules. Cut your hair like this, wear these clothes, go to those places, don’t do drugs. Gets old fast when someone is in charge of how you live your life.”

“Hm, we will have to agree on that.” The way his hands are cradling his head is… cute, you think. “Unfortunately, sometimes we don’t have a choice.”

“Yeah I’ve heard that your mom’s a mega-bitch,” you say, surprised that you’ve never outwardly spoken against the queen before.

For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far, but then he laughs. He laughs. And it’s a beautiful laugh, you think, head empty but for the warmth of the sound. Sweet. Gentle. Nothing like the stories of a cruel, maniacal shriek, you have to stand there, speechless, committing that fucking delightful voice to memory.

“What?” He asks when he notices you’re uncharacteristically still.

“You’re cute,” you say, resuming your hunt. Aha, bread! Finally! Your stomach gurgles with joy, and your liver sighs with relief.

“Oh,” you can hear a bashful tone tangled with his words. “Thank you. It’s not every day I am observed to be so.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll just tell you every day from now on.” You find a knife and a slab of plastic you assume is a cutting board, and unwrap the bread from the clear wrapping plastic. Everything in your body screams for protein, so you begin to rummage through the fridge for anything that smells vaguely like it will satiate the craving.

Once you bring a pile of stuff to the counter, the prince says, almost like he’s taking a gamble, “you’re not exactly what I was expecting.”

You start cutting slices of bread. “You mean today? Or just in general.”

“You were such a meek little thing when we first met,” he says, almost dreamily, “I was afraid you would be so easily crushed by my enemies, and so I tried to protect you like a little, delicate flower.” He holds his hands out, as though simulating how he might hold the aforementioned plant.

“But?” You prod, adding a slab of… meat? Maybe. Cheese? Also maybe. It’s a gauntlet of stuff you’re adding to your strange sandwich.

“But, I now see that you’re a manipulative, lying cheat.” Even though those words should make your heart sink, he says them with such fondness you don’t feel an ounce of rejection. “It takes a very smart person to outdo my careful planning, and you’ve done so many times.”

You lick your thumb clean of a spread you found in the door shelf, finding it strangely savory. “And… you like that?”

“Absolutely,” he says with no hesitation. “You challenge me in all the best ways. No one does that, not anymore.”

Trying to come up with a response that doesn’t involve crying on the floor, you slide the finished sandwich in his direction. “Oh.”

“That wasn’t very romantic,” Aksanos seems to realize, eyes snapping back into reality. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound so terrible-”

You kiss him. Hard. Without the tentative shyness you had kissed him with before. Oh, no, this kiss is hungry, it’s starving, it’s full of desperation and adoration, laced with heated attraction and stifled desire. It doesn’t take long for you to introduce a tongue to this equation, and even though you don’t think he’s familiar with that concept, he’s a fast learner.

The cold metal of the counter presses up against your ass as you use it for leverage, lifting one of your legs and slinging it over his waist, pulling him closer. His hands come to rest on your hips, gilded claws pressing through your clothes, you can tell that he’s unsure of what your boundaries might be. So you help him out, breaking the kiss long enough for you to find the hem of your shirt and lift it up over your body. Just as quickly, you unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

He stares at your breasts like he’s never seen a pair of naked tits before, and you suppose that anatomy differences between your species might be throwing him for a loop.

“Wow,” he says, and immediately looks like he regrets it.

You laugh softly, tracing his jawline with your fingers. “Thanks, I grew them myself.”

And then you’re kissing him again, guiding his hands up to your chest as a way of encouragement. He’s careful and slow, the cool sharpness of his claws ghosting over your skin, lips and fangs so eager to please. There’s a heat building between your thighs, one that the seam of your pants only marginally relieves as you grind up against his waist.

“Give me your hands,” you manage to whisper, breaking away from him long enough to draw breath.

He’s a tad confused but obeys.

“I’m going to show you where to touch me,” you murmur, “but those knives strapped to your fingers need to be off.”

“Good idea,” he breathes in agreement.

You take his dominant hand in both of yours, taking a quick moment to kiss the heel of his palm. Then, carefully, you reach for the piece of clawed jewellery on his index finger, picking at the clasp with your fingernail until it comes loose, pulling it off and setting it to the side. You keep your hands as steady as you drunkenly can, knowing each individual ornament is worth more than what you would make in a year.

Next, pants- you need to get the last barrier between him and you off and gone. Hands shaking, you manage to undo the button just above the zipper, clasping that tiny piece of metal between your fingers-

The door opens to someone who looks like they immediately regret every single life decision that’s led them up to this point. And, in fact, they look like if you and the prince weren’t staring at them at this very moment, they would duck out and act like they never laid witness to this mess.

“A- a thousand and million apologies-” they begin.

“State your business.” Like a switch is flipped back on, he’s a regal and terrifying monarch again.

“It’s first shift for the kitchen staff, my keias, I didn’t- if I had known-”

You look up at the clock, realizing just now how late- or early, really, it is. If you were still on the planet, the prince would be getting up to start his duties soon, so... conceivably? A cook would need that head start for a fancy breakfast.

“Yeah, thanks,” you say, twisting your body to protect your nakedness as you find your shirt. Though, through your panic and drunkenness, you can’t seem to locate your bra. Oh well, the sooner you’re out here, the better. “Sorry we wrecked the place, this should have been a bedroom activity, anyways.”

And then you drag the sole heir of Lolth’s monarchal throne out of the kitchen before he decides to kill that poor cook.

[supernatural-freek]

Park Avenue

Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Synopsis: It’s game night in the Bunker. Dean takes it a little too seriously. Sam and Cas are there to win. You’re honestly just there for the food.

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MASTERLIST

See, the thing is, Dean’s pretty fucking bad at Monopoly.

Consider also: he’s a sore loser and can spend hours bitching about the fact that he lost.

So, as per Sam’s brilliant suggestion, you play Monopoly. Because it’s always nice to fucking destroy Dean at something. Cas tags along for the ride, because he doesn’t quite understand Monopoly yet, but he can play better than Dean and he enjoys being the little thimble. He also enjoys the houses.

Dean lands in jail in the first round.

“motherfucker!” He seethes, slamming his piece (the little dog, of course, and he literally drew blood to obtain that piece, you have the marks to prove it) down on the board hard enough to rattle the others. “What kind of bullshit is this?” “Sucks to suck, Dean.”

“Just wait until we get to Scrabble. I’ll obliterate you.”

“You gotta get out of jail first, bro.”

Dean snuffs and curses and he doesn’t hit anything, but it’s a near thing. You have a bet running with Sam that tonight will be the night that Dean breaks a beer bottle against the wall. You’re gonna make sure you win that bet. If you win, Sam owes you soooooo many fucking milkshakes.

Anyway. 

Typically, by the time someone is clearly winning (Sam), the game is already falling apart. Cas is trying to build a city out of the houses, you and Dean are playing go fish with your property cards, and Dean is casually suggesting you use the Monopoly money for poker.

Sam claims the victory before the game is over. Nobody fights him. Cas doesn’t put this thimble away. “I identify with this object,” he says, but he won’t tell you why he identifies with a fucking thimble. Dean just gives you a long-suffering look and helps pack up.

.

There’s a common misconception that Sam is the book-smart sibling of the Winchester trio. It’s all a lie. A conspiracy fed to the world by God. Because you sit Dean down in front of a Scrabble board and he pulls out shit like quixotic and equalise and syzygy.

It’s pretty fucking awful if you’re honest. 

Dean wins by a landslide.

Nobody wants to play another round.

.

Of course, board games can only hold the appeal for so long. There’s only so many times you can fail at the English language, only so many times you can go bankrupt, only so many times you can pay trouble before the dice dome thing starts to get hit a little too hard. Cas doesn’t even want to play properly. He just marches his men along, humming a low tune to keep them in time. It’s adorable.

It defeats the point of the game.

So Dean busts out the Wii, puts in Mario Kart, and then all hell breaks loose.

“Fuck you!” You screech as you topple off the edge of Rainbow Road and plummet towards death in a ball of angry fire. “Dean, we are the same team!”

Dean cackles as he crosses the finish line in first place, seconds before the blue shell makes contact. “Sorry girlie, but I’m a one-man machine!”

Your character, Yoshi obviously, crosses in third, and you toss your remote down on the sofa only to launch yourself at your brother. Dean laughs as he lets out are him down, playfully wresting with you on the floor as Sam gently coaxes Cas along in 11th place and 12th place respectively. 

“This is a very visually appealing track,” Cas says pleasantly as Princess Peach meanders along the road. “I can see why this one was chosen first.”

Sam has restrained murder in his voice when he says, “Castiel, you’re my friend and I would hate to have to burn your body. Hurry up.”

Cas does not hurry up. 

Dean elbows you in the face. You bite at his wrist. He yanks your hair. You kick his thigh. It’s really rather aggressive but you’re both breathless from hysterical laughter, so it’s all okay. Because Dean’s grip isn’t restrictive, it’s grounding, more like a damn bear hug than any type of trapping hold he’s used on people before. He’s warm, and comfortable, and you settle your weight somewhat awkwardly on him as you both watch Cas cross the finish line.

Princess Peach wails with dismay. Cas turns to you and Dean with the brightest smile and says, “I like this game. Perhaps we can choose another track that had a strong aesthetic?”

Sam selects Maple Treeway. You and Dean scramble up from the ground, diving for the remotes as the timer counts down. 

“Sorry Deano,” you say meanly as you launch away from the starting line. “Maple Treeway is my shit.”

He knocks you with his foot and Yoshi skids off to the side. “Wait until we get to Koopa Kape,” he mutters, looking very angry at being in 4th. “I swear if you beat me at the end, I’m going to fill all of your shampoo bottles with permanent dye.”

“Jokes on you,” you shoot back, laying down a perfect trap with your three banana peels. “I change the colour of my hair weekly. I’ll be totally down for whatever colour you’re gonna try and get me with.”

Dean curses and chooses to ram you off the road. 

You take that motherfucker down with you.

.

Neither you nor Dean come first overall. King Boo, the dumbass ghost, cheers on the podium. Yoshi dances in second place. Waluigi (Dean), Peach (Cas) and Daisy (Sam) watch jealously from the sideline.

“Sucks to suck,” you sing-song, only for Dean’s socked foot to connect with your ribs. “Hey!”

Before the two of you can start grappling again, Sam clears his throat. “I think we’ve worn our resident angel out,” he says softly, gently taking Cas’s remote from his hand. 

The angel clearly isn’t fully asleep, but his eyes are closed and his breathing is steady and slow. He looks peaceful, dressed in some of Dean’s old slacks and one of Sam’s shirts instead of his suit.

You reach over and gently comb Cas’s hair away from his face. “He’s adorable,” you coo.

Dean rolls his eyes and tugs you back, taking your place and gently shaking Cas awake. “Come on,” he says, too gruffly to be anything but fond. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Cas grumbles a complaint, but easily follows Dean’s hands up off the couch, stumbling after the hunter as Dean guides him down the hallway. Sam shakes his head with a small huff, switching off the Wii and starting to clear the remotes and empty snack dishes.

“Here,” you say, joining him. You clean the rubbish up as Sam takes a stack of plates back to the kitchen. Someone will do the dishes tomorrow. You gather the empty beer bottles and sweep them into your arms, carrying them to the bin and dumping them with a loud crash.

Sam bids you a warm goodnight, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before ambling away to his room. You blow out a breath before dragging yourself to Cas’s room. Dean’s still there, tucking the angel in.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds you might make, because it’s just so damn cute! You know that Dean’s a mother hen, despite his attempts to suppress that softness. He cares for his fucked up family, and if that isn’t the sweetest thing...

“Your turn for bed, missy,” he says once he’s made sure Case is comfortable. The angel is already dropping back off the sleep, head snuggling into the soft pillows. Dean snorts and eases the door closed behind him. “You reckon you can use those puppy dog eyes of yours tomorrow, get Sam to do the dishes?”

You pout. “But Dean, the kitchen is your area.” He gently taps the back of your head. “Ow! Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

He slings an arm around your shoulder and draws you close as you walk. “Good. That’s what I thought.”

You remember getting back to your room, remember someone helping you taking your socks off before the simpleness of warmth. Hands easing the covers over you, a palm gently smoothing your hair back and knuckles soothing down the side of your face. 

A gentle press of lips to your forehead, just to the side of where Sam had planted his kiss, and then the light turns out and you sink into the soft darkness of sleep, content.

[koiyyo]

SDR2 “modern” gamenight HCS!

danganronpa modern au hcs where the cast has gamenight! -made by mod cass, mod corn, mod irusu, mod chi, and mod dragon

theres 3 parts to this post for all of the games! this post is the second game’s cast, third part coming soon!

hajime

takes the games way to seriously

has to take orange juice breaks so he doesn’t snap nagito's neck in half

practices console games in his freetime to someday beat chiaki

always screaming at nagito that he has uno

a negotiator like makoto but just fuels everyone’s lust for blood

akane

also does better when food is bet

a lot of games have crumbs in them cause’ she eats during game night to much,,

very violent

really stupid and says all of her cards

-is playing poker- “bingo!”

fuyuhiko

suggests russian roulette every game night

peko is the one that stops him from doing it

gets really fucking mad

baby rage baby rage baby rage

almost killed kokichi during charades, the word was “baby gangster”, kokichi pointed at fuyuhiko

sonia

suggested for them to use the ouija board

gets contacted the most by demons?? how is she not in the shadow realm by now

loves barbie related games, especially the dress-up ones

purposely plays bad so she can get help from kazuichi and gundham, only to destroy that trust and beat them

kazuichi

can chug beverages faster than anyone

has earned him a total of $5

was the third person that agreed to strip poker

tries to help sonia in games then immediately gets fucked over by her

never learns and keeps trying to help her 

imposter(byakuya)

literally the only one who can fuck up real byakuya’s vibe

stole all of his money in monopoly and made him broke

sucks at literally everything except making real byakuya’s day worse

teruteru

spends most of his time in the kitchen cause aoi and akane have APPETITES

game night always has snacks cause of him

was one of the three people who actually agreed with hifumi’s strip poker idea

stops the game so he can call his mom

mahiru

has to make sure hiyoko doesn’t cheat, can’t do that job very well

is honestly just vibing

has a weird obsession with pokemon snap

discriminates against the boys with tenko for ‘not helping out the girls’

peko

a fucking god at beat saber

accidentally bonked fuyuhiko with the controller so she stopped playing it

likes to play that one wii sword-fight showdown game

also accidently bonked mahiru because she got way too into the game, and had her rights revoked

fights mukuro in literally every wii fighting game, they both tie

hiyoko

threatens people so they’ll tell her their cards/answer

way to good at hungry hungry hippos

whenever someone ‘targets’ her, she’ll go babey mode and ‘waaah’

ends up at baby table with makoto at some point

sonia, akane, and mahiru all help her get close to winning whatever game because they feel bad

somehow wins every round of just dance

ibuki

claims to be good at karaoke 

broke the machine by singing 

vibes on guitar hero

literally hit her head on the ceiling at some point

chaotic at any card game.

mikan

has a breakdown whenever she gets 1 (one) card in uno

good at that one operation game

has had to treat way too many injuries from game night

“sSSTOP HITTING EACH OTHER WITH THE WIIMOTES”

yells “WAAH WAAAAAAAAAAAAH” then sobs when she gets a +4

finally snaps after she got 40 cards in an uno game

nekomaru

way too encouraging

“nekomaru that's a +4 stacked on top of two other +4s” “GREAT TEAMWORK GUYS” 

loves mario party games

“LOOK AT THIS TEAM! WE’RE DOING GREAT” “nekomaru we’re losing plea-”

nagito

the dude who gets an entire deck of plus four cards in uno on accident 

the only person on earth who has ever beat celeste and it was in a game of war

claims he doesn’t have uno

the guy who tries to preach about hope in a uno match for no reason.

gundham

would do the ouija board but chickens out

gets distracted by the person hosting’s pets if they have pets 

ends up playing with the pets more than other people

speaks hamster so he has his hamsters cheat for him

played the ‘world of zoo’ game as a kid, and still plays it when nobody's watching

got in a match with kiyo, lost on purpose because kiyo began chanting dark spells

chiaki

always suggests console games

always wins said console games

mukuro and her always tie or beat each other by 1 point in fps games

bullies hajime in mario kart

“chiaki what does this banana do” “bruh idk drive over it”

posted by mod cass

[kayteewritessteve]

Okay, Deal.

Description: A tower game night ends in a slightly different way then you’d have expected.

Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 3,970 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: G

Requested: Yes, by the lovely @casuallydarktiger . She’d originally asked for a Bucky one shot, but as I don’t currently write for the handsome Buck, I asked if she’d be okay with a Steve one instead. So, here it is! My first Marvel one shot request! Hopefully I did your request justice, lovely! And I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!!

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

You stared across the table at the very large super soldier, who was currently deciding whether he wanted to royally screw you over or not. Or at least that’s what you assumed he was trying to figure out. Though his fixed, impassive expression wasn’t giving you a damn thing to go on at the moment. And it was taking everything in you to not show an ounce of the current internal turmoil that was raging inside you. You fought valiantly to keep your nonchalant, relaxed and be it slightly smug expression on the outside. His eyesight was far too good, far too fast, and even if you slipped up only a little. Let just one millisecond of nerves affect your expression, he’d see it. Damn near in slow motion at that. And he’d know, god, he’d totally know that you were fucking bluffing. 100%.

So how did you end up in basically a stare off with thee Steve Rogers, a man they literally say was ‘frozen in time’—Shit, yeah, you were most likely doomed to lose this stare off from the start— you ask? Oh, well, let me explain that for you.

A few hours earlier.

The tower was abuzz with activity, as all the avengers were actually home at the same time, which was something that didn’t happen all that often. Usually at least 2 or 3 were off on missions, sometimes damn near all of you were gone. However, by the grace of God, nothing was happening in the world right now. And every team member was in attendance tonight, so Tony decided that was a perfect excuse for a team building night. Or a ‘family game night’ as some of you called it.

You’d all met in the main living area, and then had a hearty group discussion about which game to actually play.

Thor had offered up Monopoly, which Nat had vetoed damn near instantly. Citing that Tony and Sam always got way to into it, and she was not interested in spending the next 3 days watching them play one stupid game, that would just result in Sam flipping the board game off the table in a fit of rage. To which both Sam and Tony attempted to claim was complete bullshit and a defamation of character, respectively. But the pointed glares from the rest of the group shut them both up. Instantly.

Wanda offered up Pictionary, but Sam groaned and refused to play against Steve, or Tony. But especially Steve, however instead of using his name, he referred to him as ‘the da vinci over there’. So yeah, pictionary was also out.

Clint had suggested Cards Against Humanity, but then quickly rescinded that offer when he saw the wicked grin break out on Tony’s lips. That game was a total blast, however, it always took a dark and awkward turn, rather quickly, when Tony was involved. And honestly, no one ever won against him, he was just too damn good at that game.

Rhodey offered up Risk, but that was axed due to obvious reasons.

Tony then suggested Trivial Pursuit, clearly as a dig at the super soldiers, who both caught on to that and then abruptly shot down the idea, saying it wasn’t fair to play since they were both, basically, not around for the last 40 years—that being the time frame in which Trivial Pursuits questions all came from.

So then the suggestions continued on, adding Life, Clue, and Sorry to the pile of now vetoed games.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Bruce brought up Poker, and you had to try not to excitedly jump at the suggestion. Everyone seemed to mull it over, a few trying to say that they weren’t really that interested or that they didn’t have any cash on them, but then Tony got an idea.

“What if, instead of betting money, we bet other things?”

“Such as?” Sam asked skeptically, though you could tell he was intrigued.

“Bragging rights?” Clint asked, excitedly.

“Yeah that, or,” Tony started and the wicked smirk was back, except this time it made everyone curious, instead of nervous. “We can each bet whatever we want, like chores,” he looked pointedly at Bucky who just shrugged as everyone else laughed, “or dates,” he glanced at you for a second then shifted his eyes away to someone else, and you instantly paled, praying no one else noticed. Or rather that one person in particular hadn’t. “Or food, or personal items, or anything really.” He shrugged.

You peeked around at the others, making a point to avoid looking at Steve, hoping he hadn’t caught Tony’s ‘date’ meaning. To say you had a crush on Steve, was a bit of an understatement. I mean, honestly, who wouldn’t. He was the whole damn package, wrapped up in a soft, sweet, slightly awkward bow. You were sure there was a damn support group in the building for all the women—and men— currently crushing on him. You know, like a ‘We adore Steve Rogers Anonymous’ group, and you’d bet money that Sam was heading that support group with full force, most likely with Coulson happily by his side. The thought made you giggle and you quickly stifled the sound. You heard a snort and flicked your eyes up to see Nat, smirking with a raised brow at you, as if she knew what you were thinking.

Then your eyes drifted to Wanda, who was pointedly attempting not to make eye contact with you and also trying not to laugh, and you instantly realized that she actually knew what you were thinking. Poor thing did try really hard not to read peoples minds, but sometimes it just happened, and you couldn’t fault her for that. She finally locked eyes with you, giving you an apologetic smile, and you just smiled back, reassuringly. It’s not like you hadn’t told her all about your little crush already. She knew all the dirty details.

“Well, I’m in,” Nat said with a shrug, “could be fun.”

Everyone else agreed with her and Tony went to grab a few decks of cards. You did your best not to look too excited but little did they all know you’d grown up watching, and then partaking in, weekly family poker nights. And having 3 older brothers, you’d gotten very competitive and in turn very, very good at this game.

Over the next few hours, everyone was slowly bumped out. You’d all agreed at the beginning on 5 things each, to offer up as bets, and once those 5 things had been won by others, that person was out.

You’d ended up winning a bunch of random things, the main ones of note being; a week of Wanda cooking you dinner, 3 hours with Sam’s Falcon pack, 3 bags of Tony’s blueberries, one of Bucky’s coveted knives and the pièce de résistance, a flask of Thor’s Asgardian mead. All and all, you’d damn near cleaned house, which had caught the others completely off guard. Tony had practically fallen out of his chair when you’d knocked him out of the game, along with Nat and Bucky. Adding them to your casualties list with Wanda and Clint.

But Tony wasn’t the only one who had been caught off guard by someones hidden skills. Turns out Steve was damn near a pro at poker, and him doing so well at this game had managed to surprise you, making you utterly aware that there were, in fact, still things you didn’t know about him. And even though he’d knocked out Bruce, Thor, Vis, Rhodey and Sam, he wasn’t smug or boasting about it. In fact, he was actually eerily silent and impassive the whole game, which was messing with you. A lot. He’d barely mumbled a word since the game started and so now, it was just you and him, the last two left standing, and there were a bunch of things riding on this hand.

Both of you only had one item of your own left to bet, making this the final round. Your bet was one you were not wanting to part with, but if anyone was going to win them, you were happy it was Steve. He’d appreciate them the way they should be, and you’d maybe be able to talk him into letting you borrow them from time to time. ‘Them’ being your 5 favourite Disney movies, which were all currently in the stupid Disney vault, so you’d have a hard time replacing them. But it was doable, for sure. Just might cost you an arm and a leg.

And Steve's bet was one of his sketchbooks, whichever one the winner wanted— And you wanted that damn sketchbook, plus your Disney movies. So you needed to win this damn hand.

So here you were, trying to read his blank expression, waiting to see if he would fold and let you take the win, or if he’d raise you one of his acquired items. And then it would have to goto the actual cards, and you weren’t too hopeful your 4 of a kind Jacks would hold up. All he needed was a royal flush, a straight flush, or a higher set of 4 to take it.

So you both sat here, silently, and even if your eyes had been closed, you’d have been able to feel his drilling into you. He was just staring at you, probably looking for any subtle hints from your body language or features, but you weren’t giving him a damn thing. This was the exact same treatment your oldest brother, Tyler, would give you during intense games. So you were used to it—slightly, I mean, you obviously don’t have a raging crush on your brother, and his eyes on you definitely didn’t make you feel this way. And there was just something about Steve openly staring at you. You wished it was him ogling you, but at the same time you’d take whatever you could get. No complaints about it.

You were also acutely aware of the other sets of eyes on you as well. The ones shifting between Steve and yourself, as if waiting for one of you to crack. But you refused to give them that satisfaction.

So instead, you took this opportunity to just look at him. And I mean, really look at him. Because, my god, he was just so damn attractive. From his blonde hair, to his blue eyes, to his chiseled jaw and plump lips. Oh god, the things you wanted to do to this man. The things you dreamed about doing. In a perfect world, you’d get to do them all, you’d get to call him your own and love him for exactly the man he is.

Captain America, who? I’m sorry, I don’t know her... But Steve Rogers, now him you knew, fully. Maybe not as well as Bucky, but pretty damn close.

When you’d joined the Avengers, 4 years back, just before the Chitauri attacked. You’d been thrusted into battle when it all went down, which you weren’t entirely ready for, but there really wasn’t any other options. It was all hands on deck. However, looking back on it now, you’re glad you were, because it was why you and Steve had bonded instantly. He had your back out there, just as you had his.

You’d been struggling to focus on fighting the Chitauri, as you were a few yards away from a rather large distraction. A tall, muscular super soldier that you had so much respect for, and fighting alongside him only made that respect grow, ten fold. Seeing him in action first hand was such a thrill. Such a rush. And you kept having to remind yourself that you were in the middle of an invasion, and you couldn’t just stand there and watch Steve Rogers fight. Regardless of how entrancing that was.

Buuuuuut maybe you should have been a little more firm with yourself on that, since you were almost crushed by a few floors of a building, one that clearly decided it no longer wanted to stay standing. But, Steve, being the hero he always was, swooped in and saved your ass at the last second. And from then on, you stuck close to him, had his back just as he had yours.

And now, years later, you were both like a well oiled machine. Both your skills playing perfectly off each other, so much so that neither of you ever went on missions without the other, it was just too risky as you’d both grown so accustomed to the other being there. Some might say it was a weak spot, but you’d just ignore them. What did they know anyways? Your only weakness was not having Steve by your side.

So it goes without saying that it didn’t take long for the crush to form—it may have always been there in some capacity though, but that was more an infatuation with the man, the legend, that was Steve Rogers AKA Captain America.

However, once you got to know Steve, like really know him, inside and out, that infatuation shifted to sheer adoration for him. For everything he was, and wasn’t. For everything he’d been and would be. It wasn’t about his hero title anymore, it was just about him. The man behind the mask and shield.

So yeah, you totally had a crush on Steve Rogers, but could anyone really blame you?—

Your eyes quickly snapped down at a movement on his face, and you watched as the corner of his lips twitched, just slightly. Then your eyes flicked up to his and locked on. And instantly you realized the impassive front was gone, there was now a few different emotions swimming in his eyes. You couldn’t make them all out, but mischief was definitely one of them, you knew that look in his eyes all too well. So that mixed with a slight knowing look, both combined to make your heart rate pick up and your stomach to do back flips. What did he know, that you didn’t? Oh god, what does he know?!

“I fold,” he said softly as he put his cards face down on the table and slid them off to the side. Right into the muck pile, effectively making it impossible for anyone to check what his cards had been.

“What?” Tony gaped, wide eyed at Steve, “you’re folding after all of that?!”

“Steve, man,” Sam groaned, “you’re seriously going to end it like that?”

“I can’t believe this,” Clint mumbled and glanced around at the others, “we’ve been sitting here for hours and that’s the finish we get?!”

“They’ve only been playing this hand for 25 minutes.” Nat says back with an eye roll.

“But it’s felt like hours,” Clint crosses his arms and pouts, “I feel like we got ripped off here.”

“Wait, what did he have?” Wanda asks the group. Clearly confused by how folding works.

“We will never know,” Bucky sighs and shakes his head.

You quickly push your cards face down into the muck pile as well, before anyone can think to ask what you had. Though Thor does ask anyways, “Lady Y/N, what was your winning hand?”

You smirk at Steve, receiving one in return and then you both stand from the table, “That’s for me to know, and you to think about, big guy.” You pat his arm, comfortingly. And then make your way over to Steve to shake his hand, thanking him for a good game.

As you do, Steve leans in and whispers, “Shall we go pick out your sketchbook?”

You grin up at him and nod your head enthusiastically, “Yes, let’s!”

You both walk out of the room, hearing everyone still complaining about how it all ended, and Tony frantically trying to figure out which cards Steve and you had, while he has FRIDAY crunching the card and number probabilities.

You both laugh as you make your way towards Steve’s room, and once you’re out of earshot of the others you lean in, “so, can I ask what you had?”

He side eyes you and you don’t miss the grin on his lips, “I had a royal flush.”

You halt your steps and damn near yell, “what?!” before quickly looking around and lowering your voice to an incredulous whisper, “then why did you fold?”

He stops and turns to you, then just shrugs, “I couldn’t take your movies from you. I know how much you love them.”

“Wow, thats,” you pause, just staring up at this big, beautiful sweetheart, “really thoughtful of you, Steve. Thank you.”

He gives you a glorious smile, “don’t mention it.” Then he starts to walk again, and you quickly fall into step with him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I had?” You question, curiously.

“No,” he shakes his head, “I know you had 4 of a kind.”

“How did you—jesus, what are you, like a professional card counter or something?”

“Eidetic memory,” he taps his temple, and smirks at you, “plus I played a lot back in the 40’s.”

“Damn,” you mumble, more to yourself, “and here I thought I was the one hiding my master skills.”

“Oh trust me, you were one of the harder opponents I’ve ever had, so don’t feel too bad about it.” He stops walking as you both reach his door.

“Well that’s reassuring at least,” you nod.

He opens his door and ushers you into his room, then shuts it. He wanders over to his desk and searches the top and drawers for his sketchbooks, “now I know the deal was you get to pick the book, but would you be okay with us amending that just a little?”

“In what way?” You ask.

He glances over his shoulder at you, “Would you be okay if I, maybe, picked the book for you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.” You nod.

“Perfect,” he smiles then moves to his bookshelf, clearly searching for a specific one, which he seems to be having some troubles finding. He stands in front of the bookshelf, scratching the side of his head in thought and then as if he has an epiphany, he quickly turns and walks over towards his bed. Opening the top drawer of his bedside table and pulling a book out, mumbling, “there you are.”

He walks back over to you, and you notice that he now looks extremely hesitant, unsure. Which is a different look for him, one you’ve barely ever seen on him before. That only causes your mind to race with the possibilities of why he’d be nervous about this. It was just a sketchbook, wasn’t it?

“Ah,” his eyes shift down to the ground and he rubs the back of his neck, “so I should probably warn you before I give you this,” his eyes snap up to yours and he holds the book out to you, “so, ah, don’t be alarmed.”

“Okay,” you slowly say as you take it from him, pressing the still closed book to your chest as you walk over to his bed, then plop yourself down on the end. He just stays standing near the door, watching, waiting. Which only makes your heart rate skyrocket as to what exactly you’re about to see. What could be in this book that is causing him to act so out of character.

Your fingers gently brush the worn, and well loved, brown leather cover and then you slowly flip it open to the first page.

And you are instantly positive that you’ve died. Yup, you’re dead. You have to be. That is the only explanation your mind can think up for what you are currently looking at. You flip to the next page, then the next, and the next, and so on for a few more pages, before your eyes snap up to meet Steve’s clearly anxious ones.

“There all,” you clear your throat then glance back down at the sketchbook again, running your fingers over the sketch currently showing, and whispering, “there all of me?”

“Yeah, I ah, I find it,” he pauses and you peek up at him, seeing him now blushing and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Find it?” You coax, gently.

He takes a deep breath, “I find it comforting to draw you. After a hard mission, I mean.” He pauses then adds quickly, “Or really at any time. You just—there is just something about you that calms me. Relaxes me, I guess.”

You close the sketchbook and gently place it on the bed as you stand, then take the few short steps so that you’re standing in front of him now, “I calm you?”

He nods then locks eyes with you, “yeah, you ah, you always have.”

“So you draw me when..?” You trail off then add, “Like when you’re upset, or?”

“Not just upset, I mean, drawing you does help when I am. But I also draw you when I’m happy, or bored.” He shrugs.

“Huh,” you reply, thoughtfully, “why?”

“Why?” He repeats back, pretending to be confused. But you know him well enough to see right through that.

“Yeah,” you nod, “why do you draw me, specifically? Or do you have books for the others as well?”

“Not full books, no.”

“So I’m the only full book?” You wonder aloud.

“Yep.”

“So then, why?” You ask quietly as you take a small step towards him, now only inches away from him.

“Ah, because I,” He takes another deep breath, “I adore you, Y/N. I always have. And I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. Not this deeply, at least.”

You smile up at him, a real genuine smile, because holy shit. Is this all really happening right now? Is he really saying all these things to you? My god, maybe you have actually died and gone to heaven. “I adore you too.”

“You do?” He asks, buoyantly.

You nod, “I do.”

And then you see the confident Steve resurface, as if he hadn’t gone anywhere, and a smirk breaks out on his handsome face, as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Okay, deal.” You giggle out just before he leans in and silences you with his lips. You know, the ones you’ve been dreaming about kissing for years. Yeah, those ones.

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You and Steve finally part from the most amazing kiss you’ve ever had, leaving you both a little dazed and confused. But that doesn’t last long because this is the tower after all.

“Tony would like me to inform you both of his congratulations,” FRIDAY’s familiar lilt echoes through Steve’s room, “and to play this recording for you both.”

And then you hear Tony’s voice speak up, “that took you both long enough. What was that, 4 years of mutual pining? Damn, I haven’t even had relationships that lasted that long.” A pause then Tony’s recording continues, “oh and also, I figured out both your hands. And I never took you as someone who would forfeit, Capsicle. I’m disappointed in you.”

Then the room goes silent once again.

“He is never going to get me live that down now,” Steve groans as he scraps a hand down his face, and you burst out laughing.

“No, no he is not—“ you start but then a finger gently pokes your ribs, right where you’re ticklish spot is, causing you to flinch away from it and giggle.

“That’s enough outta you, missy,” he jokes as he leans down to kiss you again, effectively preventing any retort you were about to make. But my god, you could really get used to this. And from the looks of it, that just might be what’s in the cards for you both.

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How often does MB like to do game nights? Would they become a demon in monopoly or uno?

She’d be a demon in Monopoly and Uno. Absolute demon, will kill if someone hits her with a +4 card. Card shark in poker and other card games, too. When it comes to gambling actual money, she doesn’t fuck around.

Due to her genetically enhanced mental skills and thought process, she memorized the rules of the game and can easily tell if another player is bluffing or not. She knows when to fold or keep betting.

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For every dollar you wager in a slot machine, you will lose 100% - Payback% of that dollar. For example, you're at Bellagio playing the $1 Double Diamond slot, wagering Two Credits ($2) per spin. According to the table, for every $2 spin you will lose 5.33% of that bet.. just shy of 11¢. Granted these 11 cents don't get extracted instantly.. this is computed over time. So if your bank roll limit is $10 it will take you, on average 52 spins before your bankroll is toast (under $1) and you are out of credits.

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Casino floors used to be filled with nickel and quarter slot machines. And casinos made healthy slots profits with these coin denominations for decades.

But nowadays, penny slot machines are the dominant game. These slot machines are enticing because they only require players to bet one cent on each payline.

Some might think of these games as mindless entertainment due to how you’re merely spinning the reels over and over. But I’ve actually learned some important lessons from playing penny slots.

Here are the 5 biggest lessons I learned from penny slot machines, including things I’ve applied to both gambling and real-life situations.

1. Always Understand What You’re Getting Into – Especially With Penny Slots

The name alone is what draws many players to penny slot machines. The term penny slots creates the idea that you can play for as little as one cent per spin.

But this isn’t the case at all, because most penny slots force you to play a fixed number of paylines. If you’re on a 50-line penny slot machine, then you’ll need to wager a minimum of $0.50 per turn.

This isn’t exactly what beginning gamblers have in mind when they sit down to a penny slots game. The same players are often shocked when their money quickly vanishes.

I myself fell for this the first time I played a penny slot machine. I automatically assumed that the game was going to be really cheap, but it drained my funds faster than a nickel or quarter machine.

I’m not saying that casinos are evil for putting these games on their floors. But you need to be aware of what you’re getting into with these games, just like anything else in life.

Here’s a dramatic comparison. You should always read through a contract before signing it, because failing to read a contract before signing could loop you into a bad deal. Likewise, you shouldn’t play a penny slot machine without first reading the help screen.

I realize that there’s more at stake when you sign a bad contract without reading through. But I want to stress that some penny slot machines are like bad contracts of the gambling world.

The first thing you should do when sitting down to one of these games is look at the help screen.

This explains how many lines you need to play along with minimum bets for specific bonus features and the jackpot.

For example, Aristocrat’s Game of Thrones slot machine requires that you make a 100-credit wager to active the Fire & Blood Bonus.

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You can risk less than this on Game of Thrones. But most slots players don’t want to play a game where they don’t qualify for the best bonus features.

Some slot machines require that you play up to 300 credits, or $3 per spin for certain bonuses and/or the progressive jackpot, and $3 is hardly what players expect to wager on a penny slot machine.

Again, read the help screen to find out how much you need to bet to be eligible for every feature. This prevents you from being shocked when having to risk $1-$3 per spin to play.

The good news is that you can find cheaper penny slot machines in land-based casinos. Some of these games only require that you play 20 lines or less to qualify for everything.

2. Prepare Your Bankroll for the Worst

Continuing off the last point, many penny slots can be expensive. And this taught me both a life and gambling lesson in that you should always prepare for the worst.

Sometimes unexpected things happen that can rock you financially.

Nobody expects their heater to go out. But when it does, and the heater needs replaced, you’re staring at a $1,200 bill.

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Hopefully no slot machine ever becomes this expensive for you. But on a smaller scale, you should always plan for the worst with slots.

This is especially the case with penny games that require playing 100-300 credits to unlock every feature. You’re risking between $1 and $3 per spin in this case.

Slot machines are already volatile, meaning they produce very unpredictable short-term results. Adding expensive bets on top of this volatility can create a bankroll nightmare.

How do you avoid this nightmare and plan for the worst? The best way is to do some simple bankroll calculations.

Here’s an example for a land-based penny slot machine.

The average land-based penny slots player loses 350 bets (units) per hour

You have a $500 bankroll

You choose a penny slot with 50 lines ($0.50 minimum bet)

500 / 0.5 = 1,000 units

1,000 / 350 = 2.86

You can expect your bankroll to last for 2.86 hours on this 50-line game

Keep in mind that this is only an average estimate, and you should have enough money to cover an even-worse scenario. As long as you only bring money to the casino that you’re fine with losing, then this won’t bother you.

3. Don’t Let Colorful Themes and Small Payouts Trick You

We all know that companies use clever marketing campaigns to get us to buy the products.

I accept this fact because businesses are out to increase their profit margins. And marketing is one of the best tools to make this happen.

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But on the same note, I don’t want to be a slave to clever marketing and buy a bunch of things I don’t need.

Slot machines are similar in that gaming companies use colorful themes, 3D graphics, music, bonuses, and more to attract your attention. Used slot machines ohio. Slots makers know that their products will be placed in more casinos if they draw a large share of players.

I have no problem with people choosing slot machines based on the themes and surrounding entertainment. After all, the point of playing slots is to have fun.

But don’t get so sucked into the theme, graphics, and alluring music that you lose all sense of time and money. Instead, realize that these elements are designed to keep you playing longer than you initially planned for.

Another trick to avoid involves the numerous small payouts that modern slot machines offer.

Multiple studies have shown that a psychological effect kicks in when players receive small rewards after each spin. These frequent payouts convince players that they’re winning, even when they’re losing money overall.

Here’s an example to illustrate this phenomenon.

You’re playing 100 lines on a penny slot ($1 bet)

You win a $0.20 payout on one line

While the win is nice, you’ve technically lost $0.80 overall

Stepping back, anybody can logically see that this is a losing long-term proposition. And $0.20 payouts don’t make up for the loss of $0.80.

But it’s tougher to think in these terms when you’re engrossed in a game while making span after spin. This is another area where you need to be consciously aware of what game manufacturers are doing.

While it’s great to net lots of wins in each session, you also need to keep your overall winnings and bankroll in mind.

4. Playing Lots of Lines Is Entertaining

I’ve already discussed how expensive penny slot machines can be. But one of the greatest benefits is that you can also win lots of payouts thanks to the numerous lines.

Every payline that’s in play gives you a chance to win. And while the odds of winning with each line aren’t great, it’s still fun knowing that you have 50 or more chances to win on each turn.

The same lesson can be applied to life in that people are sometimes willing to pay more for certain forms of entertainment.

One example is how you can race Ferraris and Lamborghinis around the SPEEDVEGAS track for anywhere between $50 and $80 per lap.

Driving go-karts is cheaper and also entertaining. But go-karts don’t give adults the same thrills as driving a Ferrari around a race track.

Playing penny slot machines with lots of lines doesn’t have to comparatively be so expensive either.

Instead, you can choose games with lower volatility that increase your hit frequency, or the odds of winning with each individual payline. Doing so boosts the chances that you’ll net frequent wins and better sustain your bankroll.

A small number of slot machines actually offer a volatility rating in the help screen. For example, you might see between 1 and 5 lightning bolts to indicate how much variance is involved.

Unfortunately, most penny slots don’t have volatility ratings. You have to look for specific factors in this case to determine the game’s volatility.

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Here are 3 factors that can help you out.

Jackpot size

Number of large payouts

Number of small payouts

Low-volatility penny slots feature a smaller jackpot, fewer large payouts, and more small prizes than the average game.

A smaller jackpot combined with fewer large prizes means that a slot machine doesn’t need to make up for the top-heavy payout structure. In turn, the game can offer more small payouts on a frequent basis.

Of course, some players are only interested in playing for big jackpots and other prizes. This is perfectly fine if you don’t mind dealing with the chance that your bankroll will quickly disappear.

But if you want to extend your entertainment on a penny slot with 100 or more lines, then look for signs of low volatility.

5. Cheaper Penny Slots Alternatives Exist

Many of the lessons that I’ve learned regarding penny slots came in land-based casinos. But one more lesson I learned comes from the world of online penny slots.

When people can’t afford a specific item or form of entertainment, they seek out companies that can provide them for a cheaper rate.

Not everybody can purchase expensive Gucci or Chanel clothing. But almost everybody can afford clothes at Walmart or on Amazon.com.

And you can look at online penny slots as the Amazon or Walmart of the gambling world.

I’m not saying that the value from online penny slot machines comes entirely from how cheap they are. In fact, a great deal of people play these games just because they’re more convenient than going to the casino.

But it should also be noted that internet penny slots are perfect for anybody who finds land-based slot machines to be too expensive.

Some online penny slots truly embody the name, because the minimum bet is $0.01 (one cent on a single line). This is what many gamblers have in mind when they first hear the words penny slots.

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Other games require you to play between 20-50 fixed paylines. While this is expensive for some players, it’s still cheaper than what’s seen in land-based casinos.

I personally like playing online slots that allow you to adjust both the number of lines and coin size.

On these games, I usually play anywhere from 20-30 lines at a penny apiece.

Also note that many online penny slot machines see you qualify for bonuses and the jackpot no matter how much you wager. This is good for anybody who cringes at being forced to play 100-300 lines for the features.

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That said, check out online casinos if you don’t like the prospect of spending $0.50 or more on the average penny slot machine.

Conclusion

The main lesson worth noting about penny slot machines is that they’re not what the name implies. As long as you understand this fact going in, you’ll be perfectly fine with these games.

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You should note that penny slots in land-based casinos have fixed payline amounts.

Brick-and-mortar casinos have more expenses to pay than online casinos. Therefore, they need to win back a greater rate from slot machine players.

Remember that casinos are businesses like anything else. And their goal is to earn enough money to make profits. That said, requiring 50+ pay lines and using entertaining themes to keep people playing doesn’t make them corrupt.

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On the other hand, you want to know this all right away. By knowing this info, you’ll avoid having to learn the same lessons that I did through penny slot machines.

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Samuel Richards aka Sammy aka Dice

His group is called The Rollers, a fitting name because they're all about gambling. Samuel here own all the casinos and also has the monopoly on an illegal gambling going on in the city. That means if you're making a bet he's getting a cut. Famed for his illegal underground high stakes poker nights in the crime world, Samuel is a very powerful and well respected crime boss. Although he gets along with all the groups he's friendliest with The Runners, mainly Tommy for a long time but now his son too. He's fond of Sebastian because the kid came up with the idea for fight nights, a night for the crime world to come together and place bets on fights amongst their own. It's violent and bloody, the only rules being that you can't use a weapon and you can't kill your opponent...on purpose. It makes him a lot of money. Samuel is a very intelligent and calculating man. Everything and everyone has a price in his mind and he never does something for nothing. That means he's not going to do you a favor if you don't have something he'll later be interested in, so beware. Many people also know him as the cities greatest loan shark. You need a loan and the bank has denied you? Credit too low? Friends and family unable or unwilling to help? Samuel is your go to guy but beware, you have to pay this debt back on the agreed upon date or else Samuels collectors will be hunting down. These men and women don't fuck around at all because if they fail to collect from you they'll have to pay back the loan themselves at which point they'll just kill you. But before it gets to that you'll just be beaten to a pulp everyday you go past the due date and then they'll start doing that to the people closest to you. So yes, you can get a loan but there's a price to pay if you screw up. Personality wise Samuel is cunning, good natured, quick witted and commanding in a very natural way. He doesn't have to say much to get his wishes met. He appears graceful and refined because he is but make no mistake, there's a savageness in him that can be let out if you push too hard. In the story you'll like him sometimes, other times you'll see he's very self serving and it may make you dislike him.

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Congratulations

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Congratulations

[Verse 1:] Black Hearts on my card again At the crib tellin ya girl that we should order in And tell Gee to put his feet up on the automin We just up against a bunch of rappers I go harder then Damn I’m so catch-trina smarter then Alot of these niggas swear The coaches brought the starter in Yea and I’m the type to tell your daughter things I float high don’t try and cut my water wings I’m still myself suicide bars I kill myself Charge it to the game I bill myself And I don’t feel ya’ll but I feel myself Auntie Doe tell em’ I deserve a mozeltov I’m rapping like a Sheppard with the mussel off I’m next to blow PAUSE And I can’t hear the critics Talkin over the applause Yeah I tried to tell em future let em know Sending haters all my love X and O I got a black box wear suggestions go But I don’t really give a fuck It’s probaly best you know My reality is brighter than your dreams are I got your dream girl riding in your dream car yeah… And the visual is stunning I hope they document what I’m becoming CONGRATULATIONS

[Verse 2:] So What you want an award or something I’m at the private airport boarding somethin I see nothing from a far but I’m far from nothin Put on your Poker Face I’ll pull ya card if you bluffin But I ain’t with the hard talk I got a Monopoly catch me on my boardwalk Like I said we’ll pull ya card And find out you’re a Hallmark Just know I’m breaking world records No false start I don’t see ya point Unless it’s gunpoint or somethin My deal like Weezy first week One point Somethin And my verse is gettin stupider Wayne if your on Mars Can you pick me up from Jupiter? Phone blowin up so I’m cuttin off my cellular I’m a superstar Know that on to my Nebula I will break a leg Break an arm And a fibula When I break it down When I When I break it down I hug and kiss the drum kick I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit But you can never beat my ass PAUSE Again DAMMIT ya’ll again ya’ll Pretend that we are Some men that get it on and in I die before I lose cause I was born to win If he don’t fuck with ya’ll Then don’t bother him And yes I fucked this game But I won’t father them

[Verse 3:] It’s like these days man I’m booked And I’m busy Dad named me Drake Foots named my Drizzy They try to tell me I’ll never be nothing But a Protege but if you watch the VMA’s There’s nothin more to say I got the key to happiness and all the copies Remember this day like you bought a POPPY And damn how I get so nice I done spent it all once Bout to get rich twice Surprise party Bitch now it’s on and poppin I always choose dough like it’s my only option Cause money always knows best Chain Snatch Flow they say get it off yo chest And I’m what all the fuss about And if they talkin I bet I’m what they discussion bout Hit me at the office same extension Consider me the reason ya’ll should Pay Attenion

[Lil Wayne:] It’s CRACK A yo Drizzy you shoulda said dat on da hook you shoulda been like Congratulations it’s CRACK Yea It’s Crack Hahaha congratulations Ladies and Gentlemen

Who is Drake

Aubrey Drake Graham – Canadian actor and musician. Degrassi: Jimmy Brooks from the next generation. As a rapper, Drake uses his stage name.