#BETS

[ahfrickenfrick]

let’s flip it around, the entire batfamily is sure that this bernard fellow is just a fake friend tim made up and have all these theories about the ‘cryptid boyfriend’

like even barbara has to search the internet to 100% make sure tim didn’t fake the accounts, she of course doesn’t share this fact, watching her pseudo family debate and place bets that will all inevitably fail

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 13-Wednesday

Paris couldn't believe what they were seeing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was in Gotham Academy, in uniform! They hadn't see her in four years! What shocked them even more was seeing her arguing with some guy and she wasn't backing down.

The students in Gotham Academy didn't pay them any attention. Everyone ignored the shouting and yelling; they just kept walking as if they didn't see or hear them.

"Shouldn't you get a teacher?" Nino asked a student passing by.

"For what?" asked the brunette.

The class pointed at the arguing students.

"Wat day is it?" the brunette questioned.

"Wednesday." Max answered, "Does it matter?"

"It's their 'Argue Day'." the Gotham student declared.

"Argue day?" Mylene asked, confused.

"Yeah." the student stated, with a shrug, "Like clockwork. Teachers learned to deal with it. They get competitive, too."

"My boyfriend wouldn't put up with this sort of thing." Lila declared, "He hates violence."

"Oh, who is you boyfriend?" the brunette questioned.

"Damian Wayne." Lila smiled.

The brunette started laughing and pointing at Lila.

"Dude?" the blonde nearby questioned.

"This bitch said Damian Wayne is her boyfriend! She also said he hated violence!" the brunette answered and continued to laugh.

The blonde joined, howling with laughter. The Paris class shifted uncomfortably.

"Listen here, Faker," the blonde spoke, "you're not dating our ice Prince. Not to mention Damian is one of the most violent Waynes to roam these halls."

Lila sniffled, "He just doesn't want the media to know. I'm not lying."

"Well, that's lie number two." the brunette counted, "Damian doesn't care about the media. They gave him the title 'Ice Prince'."

"Do you know how many reporters have broken their arms, hands, or fingers trying to get a scoop from him?" the blonde questioned.

"You the ones lying!" Aly shouted, "Lila said he was kind and helpful Damian Wayne does charity work with her, for the environment!"

"It's not that hard to look up." the blonde scoffed, :About every other weekend, he's in the park casually talking to Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and playign with their hyenas as they plan 'How to green up Gotham'."

Lila paled hearing how he associated with rogues. That hadn't been what she expected.

"Supposedly, his mother is just as bad as they are." the brunette declared, "If not worse."

Lila gulped, trying to figure out how to keep her classmates under her control as her lie began to unravel.

"If anything, it sound like you googled 'rich kid+my age in Gotham' and Damian Wayne popped up first." the blonde responded.

"How can you say that about our friend?" Kim demanded.

The boys pointed to Marinette and the boy arguing still.

"That is Damian Wayne." the brunette answered, "By tomorrow, they'll be back to cuddling and kissing, like they have been for the past three years."

"They basically chose one day a week to let their frustrations out on each other." the blonde spoke, "It just happens to be on Wednesday."

The Parisians turned to Lila for an answer.

"I-I'm sure that's not it." Lila declared in a panic.

"Oh, really?" questioned the blonde boy, "Yo, Mari! How many times did Damian drug your coffee and drag you to bed, last week?"

"Four!" she shouted, still glaring at him.

Damian scoffed, "It was three."

"Liar!" Marinette screamed.

The class watched on in confusion.

"Damian, how many times did Mari make you new clothes last month?" the brunette asked.

"Ten!" Damian exclaimed in frustration.

Marinette scoffed, "Like you don't complain about those 'monkey suits' and how uncomfortable they are."

"I didn't ask you to go out of you way, Angel, and make me those things!" Damian rebutted.

"Oh, so now my designs are things?" Mari declared, "I just wanted you to be comfortable!"

"I'm fine!" the young Wayne sighed, "You need to sleep!"

"How long did she stay up?" the blonde questioned.

"She didn't sleep." Damian growled.

Marinette threw her hands up before resting them on her hips, "I slept on the drive over. I drank Tim's coffee. It usually has at least five espressos. Not the most I've had."

"What?" Damian shouted.

"Ah, so that's the reason this time." the brunette spoke.

"Sorry, Liar, but no one in Gotham will believe that you are anything to Gotham's Ice Prince when there are pictures being posted, like this, by his very own brothers." the blonde declared.

He turned his phone around to see Marinette and Damian dressed in pajamas and curled up in bed together.

"Everyone in Gotham Academy knows they live together at Wayne Manor." he continued, "Not to mention, the moment someone tries to touch her or get in her personal space, he threatens to kill them."

"He had five knives taken away this month." the brunette stated.

"Actually, it was eight." the blonde commented.

"Oh, when did I miss those?" the brunette questioned.

"You were sick for a week." the blonde answered.

"Gotha." the brunette spoke, "So, good luck and welcome to Gotham."

"Have a good Wednesday." the blonde spoke as they walked away.

Marinette yawned, "Why am I yawning? I drank Tim's coffee."

"Todd switched his coffee with decaf." Damian smiled, "You just happened to drink it, instead."

"No." she whined, "You did this on purpose!"

"I did not force you to drink Drake's coffee not did I force you to stay up all night." he answered, "If anything, Todd is upset that you ruined his prank."

"But-" Mari yawned again.

Damian smirked and picked her into his arms, "We are going home and you are going to bed."

"School." Marinette replied.

"I already messaged the teachers on the ride over that e would be missing the next two days." the young Wayne answered, "I've also paid Todd $100 for messing up his plan. In exchange, he will bring you lunch and dinner."

Marinette didn't respond and curled up in his arms. Damian just walked out of the school.

"Okay!" someone shouted, "Who had them making up under fifteen minutes?"

"Awww, man!"

"I could have sworn they would argue longer today."

"Didn't expect her to not sleep."

"Or have decaf."

"If she had just had that coffee."

"How much did you lose?"

"$20."

"Lucky; $30."

"50."

Paris watched on as money was exchanged. Marinette and Damian Wayne's couple argument had gotten so common that people were gambling on it. They started to turn to Lila, who obviously had no idea how to explain what had just happened.

"So, you really were a liar." Nathaniel whispered, "Marinette was right, all along."

"I don't think we'll get to apologize to Marinette," Rose sniffled, "But she looks happy."

"Can't say you will be by the end of this trip, Lila." Alix sneered.

Lila was out of her element as Gotham had quickly spread her lie about dating Damian. No one believed her and if she said anything, they would just laugh at her. Not to metion her own classmates were now ignoring her. This hadn't been what she had planned; it was just another Wednesday. Nothing special about it.

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[anonymousmcsmenjoyer]

Don’t make bets with Petra!!

[ultravioletbrit]

“plan” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 374 words

“Do you have a plan?” Regulus asks James, sitting across from him in the common room.

“Of course I have a plan.” James rolls his eyes.

“And… what’s the plan?”

“Well… I���m going to go up to the dorm…” James trails off.

“And…?” Regulus asks.

“And… that’s it. That’s all I have of the plan so far.” James admits.

“James!” Regulus scolds him.

“Regulus.” James whines. “I’m not good at planning thing!”

“You, who has planned a thousand pranks, are not good at planning things?” Regulus raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not good at planning words–” James starts. “And I’m not good with murder.”

“Murder?” Regulus questions.

“He’s going to kill me, Reg. He’s going to kill me for defiling his baby brother!” James drops his head in his hands.

“Okay, that’s it.” Regulus stands up and walks over to the couch where James is sitting. He grabs James’ wrist, pulls him up and starts pulling him towards to stairs to the dorms.

“No… Reg, wait... Stop... We need a plan!...” James rambles all the way up the stairs.     

“James.” Regulus stops them once they get outside James’ dorm. “It’s going to be fine.” James tries to interrupt, but Regulus keeps going. “And he’s not going to kill you. Only I’m allowed to kill you.” Regulus smirks and pushes up on his toes to kiss James.

James rolls his eyes but leans down to kiss Regulus one more time. Just then, the dorm room door opens and Sirius steps out into the hall. All three of them freeze, all eyes bouncing from one person to another. Finally, Sirius breaks eye contact and leans around the door frame.

“Moons, you owe me 30 galleons. I caught them before they told me.” Sirius yells into the dorm.

“You bet?” Regulus asks at the same time James says, “You knew?”

“Yes, and yes.” Sirius answers.

“And you’re okay with it?” James asks nervously.

“Okay with the relationship, not with the kissing. No more kissing.” Sirius points at James then continues down the stairs.  

James looks back at Regulus and they stare at each other for a moment until James starts to smile. “See, my plan worked!” James says proudly.

[angelbladez67]

guys for the record charlie and sam definitely made bets on who was gonna ask the other out first for destiel. sam said dean would but charlie was confident cas would say it first (she knows dean doesn’t have the balls)

[fortunekookie07]

The things my muse makes me write sometimes. I swear to blob. @chryssikyu

Here it is. I think it would have been better if I'd been drunk first myself.

Some Drinks, A Bet, and A Game

Zayne groaned, his head was pounding like a drum. He squeezed his eyes shut against the intruding light.

For the first time, he had no bearing of where he was. Nothing looked familiar to him. He wracked him brain trying to remember where he'd been the night before and the events that occurred. The thing that concerned him the most, was how he was going to explain this situation to his fiance.

Movement at his side had him even more panicked, and he stopped breathing before he looked at the figure. Relief flooded him instantly as he finally realized where he was and just who was next to him.

Messy dark hair was sprawled across your pillow and last night's makeup was smeared on your face. Lipstick long gone. The flowy white dress you'd choosen to wear was twisted all around you, probably from tossing and turning in your sleep. There was a frown on your face and Zayne was sure your hangover was going to be worse than his when you finally woke up.

Seeing your dress finally brought back memories of the previous night.

Your friends had insisted on taking you out for an after party, once your engagement dinner was over. According to them celebrating with friends and family was fine, but now it was their turn and they had left no room for argument as they dragged the both of you off to a popular bar.

Tara was the first to shove drinks into your hand and then his. Once everyone had a shot they shouted cheers and tossed it back.

Zayne eyed the clear liquid in the small glass like it was going to be his undoing. That was until you elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to lean down. "They want to celebrate with us, take the shot!" You whisper yelled into his ear to be heard over the booming music. He sighed and tossed the drink back.

The tequila his the back of his throat with a subtle burn. It wasn't often that he drank, having littler tolerance for this type of thing. He rarely drank and it was about to become very obvious, as the next glass was placed in his hand. A quick glance in your direction and he tossed back the second drink.

The liquor was already beginning to warm his body and his cheeks were a light pink. Turning to his petite finace in the hopes of being rescued he quickly abandoned the thought. You were already gone, having wandered over to the bar to order another round of drinks.

His last sober thought before being handed the third drink, is that he is done for.

He couldn't quite recall what exactly had taken place after that third drink. His more was significantly blurry. "I think we played some sort of game." Zayne said aloud, just as you started to stir.

A loud groan slipped from between your lips as you roll onto your back. "I am never going to drink so much again." You groan and try to sit up. The room spins and you have to lay down again.

"Zayneeeee!" You whine rubbing your temples before looking around for him, you find him next to you. An equally miserable expression on his face.

"We are never drinking again." He corrects, reaching over to brush hair out of your face. You turn to look at him more fully. "W-what are you wearing?!" You say in alarm glancing over at his clothes. "Omg Zayne, are you wearing one of THOSE dresses?!?" Despite the pain in your head you sit up and throw the blankets back.

Sure enough, it is indeed one of those sleeveless, backless, SHORT dresses. It looks a little small on him. The material stealing against his very muscular physique. They do stretch, but you are quite sure they were never meant to stretch THIS much.

Suddenly you ate overcome in a fit of giggles and when you throw your head back laughing you fall off the bed with a dull thud. "Owwwww!" You cry out rubbing your head and butt at the same time. With how hung over you are it's a miracle you have puked yet.

Rustling on the bed has you looking up when the blankets fall on your stomach. "You don't remember you're responsible for this do you?" Zayne says stroking your ankle (that is somehow still on the bed)

"Uhhh, no?" You say questioningly as Zayne pass you his phone. It is unlocked and there is a picture of you, him, Tara, and some of your other girl friends. Zayne is wearing the dress, looking completely silly and unashamed as well as holding a sign, (that is barely legible) that says in your messy (drunk) handwritting, I lost a bet and my finace made me wear this dress.

"Oh gods, how much did I drink?" You muse aloud, still not moving from the floor. Zayne just snorts and starts moving. Probably to change into his own clothes.

He keeps clothes in your apartment even though neither of you actually spend much time here. You've more or less moved into his home. You are just riding out the end of your lease before making it official.

"Zayneee, I don't feel so good." You cry placing both arms over your eyes to block out the light.

Your memory comes back to you in pieces and with it a very drunk game of dare. No truths, just dares.

After the fifth drink you've shared with Zayne and your friends, Tara proposes a game of dares and even volunteers to be the first sucker. In no time at all you've managed to secure a booth, an empty wine bottle and copious more amounts of alcohol.

The six of you squeeze into the booth and Tara spins the bottle. It lands on you, and a wide grins stretching across your face. Tara nearly backs down at your catty look before she tosses back another shot to steal her nerves and tells you to do your worst.

You scan the bar quickly and find a suitable target. "It just so happens that most of your Unicorns teammates are also here. "Tara I dare you to go dance with him." You say gesturing with your head towards the guy that Tara had been having a mutual crush on with for weeks. "But!" She starts to protest, cheeks turning scarlet (an impressive feat, considering how red they already were) "No buts, except yours walking over to dance with your Mr. Hot Stuff!" You say pushing her out of the booth and in his direction.

A few spins later and you realize you've gathered a bit of a crowd. In the back of your mind you notice that Tara had failed to return. Another member of your team had only too happily taken her. The game has gotten kind of side railed.

One of your friends elbows you and discreetly points in someone's direction. "Look! She says physically turning your head to see a girl just walking into the bar. She's wearing THAT kind of dress. The turtle neck, sleeves, backless waaaay to short kind. A wicked look enters her eyes and she wags her brows.

"Oh Dr. Zayne!" She calls in a sing song voice gaining his attention. His face is red and he is far more relaxed than you've ever seen him in public. "Would you ever let your dear finacee were that kind if dress?" She asks innocently gesturing to the girl. He only looks for a second. "No." His reply is stiff and a frown is between his brows. She smiles wickedly.

"No matter how much she looked good in it?" She asks egging him on. "Absolutely not." He is shaking his head. "Oh is that so? What if YOU were wearing it first?" She says her grin is devilish. "Why would I wear a dress?!?" He asks Incredulously eyebrow raised.

"I dare you to wear it." She says pressing on. "Wha...?? No!" He argues back. "Fine then I dare you to let your finacee wear it." She says a winning look on her face.

"I Challenge you!" You say grabbing a deck of cards and dealing them out. "Loser wears the dress!" You exclaim to the cheering of your group as you deal the hand for black jack.

Had you been sober you would have been so mortified at your behavior and the fact that you wanted to see your finace wear a very short, very revealing dress. Normally Zayne was very good at cards. He had the best poker face and you could never read him. Normally the pair of you weren't three sheets to the wind and liquored out as you both were.

"Oh gods, you groan finally remembering the card game and how you had very obviously cheated your way to victory and someone had produced the dress.

The pair of you had shoved Zayne into the bathroom to change clothes and you'd gotten a piece of poster board and then written your declaration for him to hold.

Then everyone had gathered around and you'd had the bartender take the picture.

"I'll swear of any more than a glass or two." You promised him, as Zayne came back into the room holding a glass of cool water and some pain killers. Thankfully he was wearing normal clothes. He was now dresses in a dark grey shirt and a pair of dark blue pajama pants.

He set the glass on the bedside table and carefully helped you off the floor and into a sitting position. "Take this". He said handing you the pills and then the water.

"My friends are evil." You say swallowing the pills

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[alteredstatesstuff]

cat in flowers

[rjmac211]

Maggie, Sam, Alex and Jess having a secret meeting

Maggie: okay clearly Lena and Kara are dating and just not telling us

Sam: Lena wouldn’t be so pouty if she was getting laid

Alex: And Kara is terrible at keeping secrets

Jess: But we all agree clearly they are more then friends but do THEY know they are more then friends?

Sam: Lena does not

Maggie: Baby Danvers is hopeless I mean Luthor acts like a gay mess and she still don’t know Luthor likes her

Alex: they are the reason I have such a drinking problem around them

Sam: Agreed you can’t stay sober to process their gayness

Jess: So who’s betting money on when they get their shit together?

Sam and Maggie get their wallets out

Alex: I’m not going to enjoy these next few months am I

Maggie: They need to be pushed to win babe

Alex: That’s what I’m afraid of

[mudavaye]

Bets at diff stages of her 20s

I still need to actually figure out her role in Onti when she eventually appears tbf

Also happy 2024 lovelies

[dabisdancechoreographer]

Aizawa *running through the doors of the staff room*: Bakugou just confessed to Deku and they kissed!

Midnight: What day is it?

Nedzu: Today is Thursday.

Aizawa: Just like I said in the bet!

Present Mic: Dammit I said Friday!

All Might: I placed my bet on last Tuesday! I guess I had too much confidence in them.

Aizawa: Well regardless, I'm right and you're wrong. You bitches all owe me 3000 yen each!

[zee-rambles]

April: I bet this is killing you two.

Leo: April, do not ruin this for me! I am NOT cleaning my own room, or listening to Donnie go full speech mode!

Mikey: Come on! There’s no way the two of you can go 24 hours without arguing.

Leo/Donnie: There’s no way you can make us!

April: Oh I know I can! All it will take is one question.

Leo/Donnie: Sure. There’s no question that could possibly-

April: So, between the two of you, who is the funniest?

Leo/Donnie: 😱

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Part 1

[zephyruswrites536]

Short short short fic:

The old men avatar trying to get anything done in pairs/groups~!warning cursing!

Jonah: Hey… Peter could you get me some tea?

Peter: No, you haven’t won a bet

Jonah*Had just been trying to relax after Brutal pipe murder*: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

-

Peter: Simon, I really don’t want to have to do the institutes party, can you host it?

Simon(drinking a blue coffee): No, you haven’t won a bet against me to allow that-

Peter(cringing inside before phasing to the prison): Elias- if I let you out this one time..:

Jonah(laying down on the metal bench looking at his nails): Fuck off, I’m not hosting an institute party just because your sorry ass is Asocial

-

Simon: So, Jonah… I was thinking- what if I tried making one of your employees-

Jonah(putting his pointer finger up): I’m going to stop you right there and say you don’t have a win on me.

-

Continuation of Peter trying to get somebody to host the party~

Peter: Rayner… could you possibly-

Maxwell: Peter. I Will say this one time and one time only, I do not associate with the institute outside of Jonah- and I do not place bets like you dumb fucks.

Peter(giving his best 😀 smile): Thank you for the insight, Rayner.

-

Jonah: Simon, is it true you only really have two avatars under the vast?

Simon(trying to slip away): Jonah, you know I do not answer questions for the watcher.

Jonah(smirking): ah, well, yes. I know that. But I was just wondering if you’d like to tell me. Not the watcher.

Simon(stopping his escape to give the 😃 smile): You know Jonah- you are not the least bit as clever as you try to come off as… maybe a few more centuries will get you there.

Jonah(grasping at straws): Simon… Please.

Simon: How about a bet?

Jonah(sighing-screaming internally): On what exactly, Simon?

Simon(tapping his cane against the ground as he thinks): How about… how much time it will take for Peter to come how with the idea that he doesn’t have to do the institute party?

Jonah(nodding): Sounds fair… How long do you think?

Simon: About a week.

Jonah(laughing): We’ll see about that…

Simon(realizing he’s just made the dumbest bet of his life with the best manipulator he knows): Oh- wait- no- Jonah come back!

-

Everyone respectively drinking their coffee- Simon’s blue one, Peter’s black coffee(with one pump of vanilla and nothing else), Jonah’s Carmel macchiato, and Maxwell’s seasonal black as night coffee-

Maxwell: So- Jonah- how are things with the new Archivist?

Jonah(seeming quizzical): Since when do you- ah- … How’s your little minuscule and ultimately unsuccessful black hole doing?

Maxwell(suddenly angry): Oh well since you asked so kindly-

Simon(leaning over to talk to Peter while Jonah and Maxwell bicker): When you do think Maxwell will first bring up your great great great great grandpa?

Peter(going rigid at the thought of Mordechai): I’m not making a stupid bet with you, Simon.

Simon(tutting, before giving the 😃 smile): Seems I was right anyways.

Maxwell(having set down his coffee minutes ago): Are you going to fuck them like you fuck every avatar and worker in your inner circle?

Jonah(giving a 😀 but one eye-twitching smile): Edmund, do you want to visit the end? Or do you want me to squeeze the information out of you like twisting out a soaked necktie?

-

Annabelle(got invited while Elias was in prison): This seems like an awfully boring event.

Maxwell(sitting as far back in his seat as possible sipping his black coffee that goes cold every time and deadpan staring at her like she’s committed a capital offense): It’s actually quite eventful when Jonah is here.

Simon (reading the same paper that Gertrude had posted to stop Peter’s ritual in physical format as he does every-time the meet for coffee): Why- it is peculiar that you are acting so upset now that Jonah is gone- or is that your hormones from the new body?

Maxwell(looking like a goth but not the good kind- the 12 y/o kind): Oh shut up!

-

Simon(on his way over to the institute but stopping at the prison to say hi): Don’t you look ravishing.

Jonah, bored to death, sitting upside down for the first time in months): Fuck off. What do you want?

Simon(smirking and looking him over before sighing): We both know that Peter is going to fail.

Jonah(nodding and sitting correctly): Yes.

Simon: But we don’t know how badly he’ll fail.

Jonah(stopping for a second): What are you suggesting?

Simon(giving a cheery laugh): I suggest the good captain will die.

Jonah(thinking it over before nodding and leaning back): Most likely.

Simon: The question is when?

Jonah: Placing a bet, are we?

Simon(nodding like a kid on Cotten candy): Exactly, I estimate after the worlds changed.

Jonah(shaking his head): You’re saying he’d give himself over to the end?

Simon: Precisely.

Jonah: Well- I’m sure you’re wrong and Jon will kill him, good luck then.

[nikki-tine]

Turnaround sketches of my Seven Deadly Sins!Sans, Betsalel!

He represented the Sin of Gluttony in his (admittedly not quite properly named) AU - as he is the only survivor of his now-dead timeline, he retains these abilities if only because no one had contested the role before it's collapse. The ectobody scarring is from a fight he had with the AU Gaster (Severinus, Sin of Greed) just before the AU's collapse - Under the ecto, his ribs on that side are cracked with one rib barely being held together.

The Light form (left) is his more-used form now, and Dark form (right) is used for combat or when his emotions reach a boiling point (a rare thing). He has much more control over himself than he did when he first appeared in the white void post-AU collapse, and has since become a Guardian for the Naian Doodlesphere (the Doodlesphere that holds Sparky's AU of UnderCharged as well as adjacent AUs + others unmentioned here).

His work as it is now requires him to hop timelines, and often it leads to him chasing Lyor around as the latter enjoys creating mischief and the former is trying to prevent it!

[piyoandpome]

From Volume 11

[random-iz-stuff]

Anyone wanna take bets on the upcoming Deathmatches?

Like one of the next Deathmatches tomorrow is Gashloog Vs Lard Nar

Anyone wanna bet on who wins before the poll goes up?

I say 100 monies on Gashloog

[casdeanwin]

These two crack me up. 🤣🤣