#he sounds like hes about to start talking about crypto at any time

[fagknowledge]

Do NOT let that divorcee become God. He's never gonna shut the fuck up about Bitcoin if he becomes God

[angelsuecult]

gold dust woman | s. crosby

"heartless challenge

pick your path and i'll pray"

warnings: explicit sexual content, MDNI, 18+, nsfw, strong language, controversial age gap, father's friend, infidelity.

summary: Two weeks after your encounter with Sidney, he is finally able to give you what you wanted that night.

word count: 10.1k

song: gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

a/n: im going to assume you guys just wanted sidcros porn so i just put as much of it as i could, enjoy and let me know what you think!

previous part | part two

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It had been two weeks since Sidney had seen you last, two long, agonizing weeks filled with nothing but thoughts of you. Every night, he found himself staring at his phone, scrolling through your social media, looking at pictures of you—ones you’d posted months ago, pictures with your friends, or even a few random ones of you smiling, laughing, or just looking effortlessly beautiful. And even though he didn’t have any social media accounts of his own, that didn’t stop him from searching. He’d found himself palming himself off to the thought of you more times than he’d like to admit, his mind consumed with everything that had happened between you two in his car. The way you’d kissed him, the way you tasted, how soft, pliable you felt under his hands—it was all he could think about.

The summertime wasn’t easy now. With the season over, he had so much free time, and all of it was spent thinking about you. He’d tried to stay busy, working out, hanging with friends, doing anything to distract himself, but nothing worked. Everything came back to you, and the memory of that night kept replaying in his head like a broken record. He needed more, and it felt like he’d never get it.

Now, here he was again, back at your dad’s house, sitting with him and a couple of old friends, watching a baseball game. It was supposed to be a fun, casual afternoon, but Sidney couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation buzzing under his skin. You were in the house, just a few rooms away, and he could already feel the effect of your presence on him, even if you weren’t sitting with them.

To Sidney’s left, Cooper—one of your dad's oldest friends—reached for the bowl of peanuts and grunted. “Where’re the kids tonight?”

Your dad leaned back, cracked open another beer, and let out a long breath. “The boys are out with my wife. Took them over to that new batting cage downtown. Y/n’s here somewhere.”

Sidney’s chest tightened at the casual mention of you.��

Cooper popped a peanut into his mouth and chewed noisily. “Yeah? How’s that boyfriend of hers? Kid’s a riot.”

That got a round of snorts from the other guys in the room. Another voice chimed in from across the coffee table, Doug maybe—Sid wasn’t really listening, not when your name and boyfriend were in the same sentence.

“Last time I saw him,” Doug said, “he spent ten minutes talking about his protein powder regimen. Swear to God, thought the kid was gonna ask me to spot him right there in the living room.”

The men laughed, low and rough, the sound filling the space. Your dad shook his head, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, he’s somethin’, all right. Showed up to family dinner last month wearing loafers with no socks. Said it was ‘European.’”

Another round of laughter. Sidney stayed quiet, but a slow, smug little curl started at the corner of his mouth. He kept his eyes on the TV, but his ears? Locked in.

Cooper grunted again. “A riot, I tell ya. Real character. Got opinions on everything, doesn’t he?”

Your dad took a swig of his beer, then let out a laugh that sounded more tired than amused. “Oh, you have no idea. Kid’s got a new scheme every week. Last week, he wanted Y/n to go in on some crypto thing with him. Said they could ‘build an empire.’” He made air quotes with his fingers and shook his head.

Sidney’s jaw tensed, but not out of jealousy. No. If anything, it fed that growing satisfaction in his chest. No one here was singing the boyfriend’s praises. Not your dad, not his buddies—and he already knew how you felt about him.

Doug chuckled darkly. “Bet Y/n’s thrilled about that.”

Your dad snorted. “She says he means well. But I can tell. She’s over half his shit already.”

Sidney’s fingers drummed against his thigh, slow and steady, like he was keeping time with the game. But really, it was because he was riding the little surge of victory swelling in his chest. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to. Because every jab and joke the guys made about your boyfriend was another tally in Sidney’s column.

And God, wasn’t that just sweet?

The game was dragging, or maybe it just felt that way because Sidney’s mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t focus on the TV, couldn’t engage in the conversation around him. His mind was too preoccupied with you, and it didn’t help that every time he thought of you, his body reacted. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but there was a persistent ache, a need that wouldn’t go away.

When the need to use the bathroom finally gave him an excuse to leave the room, he stood, making his way down the hallway toward the bathroom near your bedroom. His heart was already beating a little faster, the anticipation of possibly seeing you making his pulse quicken. He didn’t know if you’d come out, didn’t know if you even knew he was here, but the thought of being close to you again, even for a second, was enough to send a thrill of excitement through him.

Sidney stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and let out a slow breath as he splashed some water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to clear his head, trying to calm the heat that had been building inside him since he walked into your house. But it was no use. The moment he stepped out of the bathroom, there you were, leaving your bedroom at the exact same time.

You were dressed in some sweats and a little cropped t-shirt, looking effortlessly perfect, and the sight of you knocked the breath right out of him. He froze for a moment, his hand still on the bathroom door as he took you in, his eyes roaming over your body, his mind already racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having.

You met his gaze, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. There was a tension between you, a pull, and before Sidney knew it, he was reaching out, his hand wrapping around your wrist, tugging you into the bathroom with him.

The door clicked shut behind you, and the second you were alone, it was like the floodgates opened. Sidney’s lips crashed against yours, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you with all the pent-up need he’d been holding onto for the past two weeks. It was desperate, frantic, and he couldn’t get enough. You tasted just as sweet as he remembered, and the soft sound you made against his lips had him groaning low in his throat, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between you.

His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as he backed you up against the sink, the cool porcelain biting into your lower back as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Fuck,” Sidney muttered against your lips, his hands roaming over your sides, slipping beneath your cropped t-shirt to feel the warm skin beneath. You moaned softly into his mouth, and that sound—the one that had been haunting him for weeks—made his head spin.

Your hips pressed against his, grinding against the growing hardness in his jeans, and Sidney let out a low groan, his fingers digging into your waist as he moved against you, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

“Missed you,” he breathed, his lips moving to your neck, kissing a trail of fire down your throat. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You think I haven’t been thinking about you?”

Sidney groaned, his teeth grazing your skin as he kissed you again, his hands slipping lower to cup your ass, lifting you slightly onto the edge of the sink as he pressed himself between your legs. Your hips rocked against him, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you ground against him, the heat between you growing with each passing second.

You let out a soft whimper, your hips moving in sync with his, the heat between you growing unbearable. His hands roamed your body, sliding down to your ass, squeezing, pulling you tighter against him as you both moved together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

“Sid,” you breathed, your voice full of need, your head tilting back as he kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver. “We can’t—God, we can’t do this here.”

Sidney let out a rough laugh, shaking his head as his hands slid beneath your shirt, his thumbs brushing against your skin. “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” he muttered, but there was no mistaking the heat in his voice, the way his hands lingered on your waist, the way he looked at you like he couldn’t wait to take this further.

You let out a soft whine of frustration, grinding your hips against him one more time, just to see him squirm. “Why not?” you teased, a little smirk playing at your lips. “Scared we’ll get caught?”

 “Your dad’s right down the hall.”

“C’mon Sid.”

He groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath, his body still pressed against yours, still moving, still desperate for more. “I know, I know,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop. His hands were still roaming your body, his lips still trailing over your skin, and the way you were grinding against him wasn’t helping. “Fuck, I just need you so bad.”

Your hands were in his hair, tugging, guiding his lips back to yours, and Sidney didn’t hesitate. He kissed you again, deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours as he pressed you harder against the counter. The friction between your bodies was driving him wild, and he could feel how much you wanted him, how ready you were, even through your clothes.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he breathed against your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips, guiding your movements as you both ground against each other, the heat building, the tension unbearable. “We can’t do this here, but I can’t fucking stop.”

You moaned softly, your hips moving a little faster, the desperation in your movements matching his. “Then don’t stop,” you whispered, your voice breathless as you kissed him again, your hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Sidney groaned, his hands slipping under your sweats, gripping your bare skin as he pulled you tighter against him. He could feel how wet you were, how desperate, and it was taking everything in him not to take it further. But you were right—they couldn’t do this here. Not in your dad’s house. Not with everyone just a few rooms away.

“We have to stop,” he muttered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. His hands didn’t stop moving, his lips didn’t stop kissing you, but there was a part of him that knew they couldn’t take this any further—not here, not now.

Reluctantly, you pulled back, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your lips were swollen from his kisses, your skin flushed, and the sight of you looking like that—like you needed him just as badly as he needed you—was almost enough to make him forget every reason why this was a bad idea.

“Then let’s do it somewhere else,” you whispered, your voice soft, but full of intent.

Sidney’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes darkening as he met your gaze. “You serious?” he asked, his voice rough.

You nodded, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. “So serious.” Then you reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and opened it like you had every right to, with a small, knowing smile. “There,” you whispered, your voice still shaky. “Now you have my number.”

Sidney blinked, his mind still hazy with desire, but he took the phone, quickly saving your contact. His heart was still racing, his body still buzzing with the need to pull you back into him, but he knew this wasn’t the time or place.

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, his voice low and rough as he leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “I’ll call you.”

You smiled, a soft, teasing smile that made his heart skip a beat. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that, you slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Sidney standing there, hard, breathless and buzzing with anticipation for what came next.

Later, when Sidney left your house, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. His mind was flooded with every second you’d spent together, the feeling of your lips on his, the taste of your skin, the way your body had fit so perfectly against his. He gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove, his mind racing, heart pounding, every muscle in his body wound tight with the anticipation of what was to come. He was so worked up he could barely focus, and it took everything in him not to turn the car around, march back to your house, and pull you into his arms again.

But he knew better. He needed to cool off. He needed time to think—to figure out what the hell he was going to do with this burning, relentless desire for you. He spent the next few hours pacing his house, trying to distract himself, trying to calm down, but the more time passed, the more he felt the weight of his need for you pulling him back in.

He hadn’t even made it three hours before he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, his phone in hand, staring at your number, thumb hovering over the screen. He couldn’t stop thinking about you—your lips, your breathless moans, the way you’d looked at him with those pretty eyes, your body pressed so tight against his.

Fuck it.

Before he could talk himself out of it, his fingers were moving, typing out a text. He hesitated for only a moment, feeling the tension build inside him as he hit send.

Sid: Did you make it through the rest of the game without missing me too much?

It was short, to the point, and he hated how basic it was, but he didn’t have it in him to come up with anything clever. His heart pounded as he stared at the phone, waiting for your reply, and when it finally buzzed, he felt a surge of excitement shoot through him.

You: Wouldn't you like to know? ;)

Sidney couldn’t help but smile at the little winkey face, something so simple yet so fucking cute, and it only made him more eager. He settled onto the couch, his fingers flying across the screen as he responded.

Sid: Been thinking about you. Can’t stop, actually.

He didn’t even bother trying to play it cool anymore. You both knew where this was headed, and he didn’t have the patience to beat around the bush. He needed you to know exactly what he was feeling.

It didn’t take long for your reply to come through, and when it did, it had his heart skipping a beat.

You: Oh yeah? What exactly have you been thinking about?

Sidney let out a low groan, his body already reacting to your words. He leaned back against the couch, adjusting himself as he felt his cock stir in his sweats. The memory of earlier, the way you’d felt grinding against him, the way your breath had hitched in his ear—it was all too fresh in his mind.

Sid: You really wanna know?

The next message that popped up on his screen had his breath catching in his throat.

You: Maybe…

A slow smirk spread across Sidney’s face as he leaned forward, his mind already racing with possibilities. He could feel the tension between you two growing with every passing second, and the thought of you on the other end of this conversation, thinking about him, wanting him just as badly—it was driving him insane.

His fingers shook slightly as he typed out his next message.

Sid: You’re killing me, you know that?

Your reply came almost instantly, like you were just as eager, just as impatient for whatever came next.

You: Come on, Sid. You can handle it.

He felt his cock twitch at your words, his breath catching in his throat as he shifted on the couch. His body was buzzing, his skin hot as he imagined you saying those words to him in person, imagined you looking up at him with that teasing smile, daring him to do something about it.

Without thinking, his fingers moved quickly, typing out his address.

Sid: Come over.

There was a pause, a few agonizing moments of waiting, and Sidney’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the screen, waiting for your reply. His mind was racing, the anticipation building to the point where he could hardly breathe.

When your reply finally came through, it was like a shot of adrenaline straight to his veins.

You: Send me the address.

He wasted no time, quickly sending you his address, his hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline rushing through him. His body was already buzzing with anticipation, and the thought of seeing you, of finally getting to touch you again, was almost too much to handle. You were coming over. You were actually coming over. And the thought of seeing you again, touching you, kissing you—it was almost too much to handle.

He glanced around the living room, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself down, but there was no stopping the heat that was coursing through him. His cock was already tenting against his sweats, the anticipation of having you so close, so soon, driving him crazy.

The seconds seemed to stretch on forever as he waited for your knock at the door.

When it finally came, the floodgates burst wide open.

Sidney didn’t waste a second. The second he opened the door and saw you standing there, everything he’d been holding back for the past two weeks came rushing to the surface. You were wearing a simple hoodie and shorts, but he barely noticed, his focus entirely on the fact that you were finally here, standing in front of him, alone.

“Hey,” you started, a small, knowing smirk playing at your lips.

But Sidney wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. He stepped forward, pulling you inside and shutting the door behind you.

 “Come here, baby,” he muttered, his voice thick with need as he grabbed you by the waist, immediately pulling you into him. 

His mouth was on yours before you had a chance to say anything else, kissing you with the kind of urgency that only weeks of built-up tension could bring. You melted into him just as quickly, your hands fisting into the front of his shirt as you kissed him back just as eagerly, your lips parting against his, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss.

Sidney growled low in his throat, his hands sliding down to grab at your hips, pulling you flush against him. Every part of him was on fire, his body buzzing with the need to finally have you, to finally touch you the way he’d been aching to. You moaned softly into his mouth, and the sound sent a jolt of heat straight through him. He pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Who helped you that night?” Sidney rasped, his breath warm against your lips.

You blinked up at him, a little dazed from the kiss, your lips swollen and pink. “What?”

“That night,” he repeated, his voice a little harder now, his hands tightening on your waist. “In the car. You left me like that. Who helped you?”

You stared at him for a second, and then a sly smile spread across your face. “Oh, you mean since you didn’t want to help me?”

Sidney let out a low groan, his jaw clenching as he stared at you. “Yeah, baby. Who’d you run to after?”

You tilted your head, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you traced your fingers up his chest, your nails lightly scraping over his skin through his shirt. “Oh, Sid,” you purred, leaning in close until your lips were right by his ear. “Who do you think?”

His grip on your hips tightened as your words sent a rush of heat straight through him. Sid pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you.

“Don’t tell me it was that asshole.” He couldn’t hide the edge of jealousy in his voice, the thought of you going to your boyfriend after everything that had happened between you made his blood boil.

You smiled, that same teasing smile that drove him crazy, and shrugged, clearly enjoying the way he was reacting. “What was I supposed to do?” you asked innocently, your lips brushing over his jaw. “You didn’t want to take care of me. So I had to go somewhere else.”

Sidney’s grip on you tightened even further, his body practically vibrating with frustration and jealousy. “Fuck,�� he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. 

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes dark with the same need that had been driving him crazy for weeks. “Maybe next time you won’t leave me hanging, then,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing.

Sidney let out a rough laugh, his head tilting back as he dragged a hand through his hair. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but there was a heat behind his words, his eyes darkening as he looked back down at you.

You pressed yourself even closer to him, your body warm and soft against his. “What are you gonna do about it, Sid?” you asked, your voice a breathy whisper as you leaned up to kiss him again.

That was all it took to snap whatever restraint he’d been holding onto. With a low growl, Sidney’s mouth crashed against yours, his hands sliding down to cup your ass as he pulled you against him. The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue and heat, both of you too worked up to care about anything but the feel of each other. Sidney backed you up against the wall, his hands roaming under your hoodie and your shirt, his fingers brushing over your bare skin. He slowly backed you up against the door. You gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch as he pressed himself against you, his thigh sliding between your legs.

“Fuck, baby,” Sidney groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your hips as he rocked you against his thigh, his voice low and rough. “You feel so fucking good.”

You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you ground down against him, the friction making your head spin. “Sid,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you pressed your forehead against his. “Need you.”

His breath hitched at your words, and for a second, he almost lost control completely. The thought of finally having you, of being able to touch you the way he wanted, was almost too much to handle. But he wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to savor every second, wanted to make you feel every bit of what he’d been holding back for the past two weeks.

“Not yet, baby,” Sidney muttered, his voice thick as he kissed along your jaw, his hands still gripping your hips tightly as he guided your movements. “We’re gonna take our time.”

You let out a frustrated sound, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him back to your mouth, kissing him harder. “I don’t wanna wait, Sid,” you panted against his lips, your body trembling with need as you ground down against his thigh.

Sidney chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as he kissed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “I know, baby. But I want to enjoy you.”

You let out a soft curse, your nails scraping down his back as you pressed yourself even closer to him, your body practically humming with the need to feel him inside you. Sidney groaned, his hands wandering beneath your clothing as he pushed your hoodie over your head, leaving you in just your little crop top and shorts. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling heavily as he took in the sight of you standing there, flushed and breathing hard, your eyes full of want.

His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your hips as he tugged them down slowly, agonizingly slow. His lips pressed against your neck as he worked your shorts down your legs, leaving you standing in just your panties. “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

The sensation of his lips against your skin, his hands gripping your waist, was almost too much to handle. You pressed your body against his, your fingers tugging at his shirt until he finally pulled it off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. The heat of his bare skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.

Sidney groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding down to grab your ass, and lift you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His warm, insistent mouth devoured yours, his tongue exploring deep, as if trying to claim every inch of you. The door behind you was the only thing keeping you upright at this point. The sound of fabric shifting filled the quiet room as his large, calloused hands slid up your bare thighs, sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging gently as you moaned into his mouth.

Just as you were losing yourself in the feel of him, the sound of your phone vibrating on the floor underneath you cut through the fog of lust clouding your mind. You ignored it at first, trying to focus on Sidney’s hands, his mouth, the feel of him pressed against you. But then it buzzed again, and again, loud against the hardwood floor, and you cursed softly under your breath.

Sidney pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “That your boyfriend, baby?” he murmured, his voice a little teasing.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Probably,” you muttered, Sid reached for your phone, handing it to you. You glanced at the screen, your stomach flipping at the sight of your boyfriend’s name flashing across it.

Sidney watched you, his lips quirking into a lazy smile as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Go ahead,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and teasing. “Answer it.”

Your eyes widened in shock, your heart racing as you looked up at him. “Are you serious?” you whispered, incredulous.

Sidney chuckled, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you against him. “Go on, baby,” he said softly, his lips brushing over your jaw as he kissed down your neck. “Answer it. Let’s see if you can keep quiet.”

With trembling hands, you swiped to answer, pressing it to your ear. "Yeah?" you managed to croak out, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Sidney took the opportunity to trace the line of your collarbone with his teeth, nipping and sucking gently, sending waves of need through your body. His hands found your tits, his thumbs teasing your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. You bit your lip, suppressing a whimper, trying to focus on the voice on the other end of the line.

"What's going on?" your boyfriend asked, his voice suspicious. You felt Sidney's hand slip under your shirt, his rough fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your stomach before cupping your breast fully. His thumb continued to circle your nipple, his other hand sliding down to the waistband of your panties. "Just...just out at the lake," you lied, trying to keep your voice steady as Sidney's teeth grazed your pulse, his breath hot and uneven.

"You don't sound like you're at the lake," your boyfriend said, his tone growing more insistent. Sidney chuckled against your skin, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Everything okay?"

"Mhm," you hummed, feeling Sidney's fingers toy with your panties, not yet sliding under. "It's just... really hot." Sid’s quiet laughter vibrated through your body, turning into a groan as he slipped his hand inside your panties, finding the wetness that was already building. He stroked your clit with his thumb, the pressure firm and deliberate. You nearly dropped the phone as he pushed two fingers inside you, filling you up and curling them to hit that sweet spot that made your toes curl in your socks.

You struggled to keep yourself from crying out, especially as Sidney's other hand traveled up to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, collecting the beads of sweat that had formed. "It's just... it's a really nice day out," you managed to say, trying not to let the pleasure seep into your voice. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. "Feelin’ good, baby?" he whispered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb still playing with your clit in a rhythm that was driving you insane.

"I can't talk right now," you murmured into the phone, your voice strained. "I'll call you back later.." You could almost hear the confusion in your boyfriend's voice as you ended the call, your eyes never leaving Sidney's as he watched you intently. His pupils were blown wide with lust. He took the phone from your hand and tossed it aside, his focus solely on the task at hand.

"Good girl," he smirked, his eyes darkening as he dipped his head to capture your mouth again. His kiss was demanding, his tongue sweeping in and out of your mouth as his fingers worked their magic between your legs. You felt yourself leaking onto his hand, the ache in your core growing harsher with every stroke. He broke the kiss, moving to trail wet kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin. You couldn't help but arch into his touch, desperately needing more.

"Sid...oh," you gasped as he found your clit again, his fingers moving in delicate figure-eights that had your thighs trembling. 

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. 

"That good huh baby?" His voice was a low murmur. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You felt him lift you slightly, your legs tightening around his waist as he adjusted the angle of his hand, his thumb pressing harder on your clit while his fingers continued to explore the warm depths of your pussy. His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. 

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice a hoarse demand. "Tell me how much you want me."

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. "I...I want you so bad, Sid," you murmured, the words barely audible. 

His fingers stilled for a brief moment, the sudden absence of movement making you whine with need. He chuckled softly. 

"That's it, baby," he said, before resuming his relentless pace. The tension coiled tighter in your stomach, your muscles clenching around his fingers as the first waves of an orgasm began to build.

With a groan, you buried your face in Sidney's neck, biting down lightly to muffle the sounds that wanted to escape. He kissed along your hairline, his free hand massaged your trembling thigh. 

"Come for me, baby," he whispered against your cheek, his voice demanding. "Want to feel you come all over my hand."

You whimpered into his mouth, the pleasure too intense to hold back anymore. Your eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm washed over you, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tighten your legs around his waist. His fingers slowed, allowing you to ride out the waves of pleasure that crashed through you. When you finally came down from the high, you opened your eyes to find Sidney watching you with a smug smile. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice filled with awe against your shoulder.

Sidney scooped you up into his arms, carrying you over to the plush sofa with the same ease he'd use to lift a puck off the ice. He laid you down on your back, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly lowered himself onto you, his hard length pressing against your thigh. You could feel the heat of his body, his dick straining against his sweats.

"Jesus," he whispered, his eyes dark and hungry. You felt your pussy clench with need, your body begging for his touch.

With a groan, Sidney slid his hand down your body, his fingertips dancing over your stomach before delving into the waistband of your panties. He tugged them down with a rough jerk, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air of the room. You shivered at the sensation, your legs spreading wider in invitation. His eyes never left yours as you tugged his sweats and boxers down to expose his hard cock, he immediately lined himself up with your entrance, the tip glistening with precum. You take it in hand, pumping it a few times before dragging it up and down your throbbing pussy.

"Oh, fuck me," he hissed, his eyes rolling back in his head. 

You took the opportunity to stroke his cock, feeling the veiny skin and the hot, hard length beneath. His precum slicked your hand, making your movements smooth and easy. You watched as his expression tightened, his jaw clenched and his eyes snapped back to yours. "Tease," he groaned, his voice thick.

Your hand continued to glide over his length, the tip of his cock grazing your clit with every pass. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making it even harder to resist the urge to take him inside you. You leaned up, capturing his mouth in a kiss, your tongue tangling with his as you both fought to get closer, to taste more of each other.

Sidney groaned into your mouth, his hips jerking slightly as he lost some of his control. He broke the kiss, panting. "Need to fuck you, now," he said, his voice raw with need. You could see the restraint, the effort it was taking for him not to plunge into you without another moment's hesitation.

"Then do it," you dared him. "Take what you need."

The wait was torture, your entire body thrumming with need. He didn't tease you anymore, instead choosing to fuck into you with a single, powerful thrust that made you cry out in pleasure. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick length.

You arched your back, your nails digging into the couch cushions as Sidney began to move. His hips pistoned into you with a slow, steady rhythm that made your eyes roll back in your head. "F-fuck," he whispered, his face a mask of concentration and desire. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him inside you. His movements grew more frantic, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet, squelching sound that filled the room.

With every thrust, you could feel him hitting that perfect spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. "Right there," you moaned, your voice rough.

Sidney's eyes never left yours as he moved. "Right there?" he asked, his voice low. "You like my cock inside you, baby?"

You nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as the sensation of his thick length moving in you overwhelmed you. "Mm," you managed to breathe out, the word coming out as a desperate plea for more. "Fuck me harder, Sid."

Sidney's smirk grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the room. He loved it when you talked dirty, when you begged for it. His hips slammed into you with a force that made the sofa creak beneath you. You could feel your breasts bouncing with every impact, your nipples tightening into painfully hard peaks that begged for his attention.

He leaned down, his teeth capturing one sensitive nub, teasing it with gentle nips before soothing the sting with a swirl of his tongue. You cried out, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, pushing your chest up to meet his hungry mouth. His other hand slid down to cup your pussy, his thumb finding that sweet spot that had you seeing stars moments ago. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, the dual sensations making it impossible to think of anything else.

"Sid, oh my fucking God, Sid," you chanted his name. Your legs tightened around his waist, urging him on, your pussy clenching around him. He groaned into your skin.

Sidney's rhythm grew more erratic as he approached his own high, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He could feel your wetness coating his cock, your walls pulsing around him. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles, the dampness of his back as sweat beaded and rolled down his spine.

"You're so fucking perfect," he murmured against your lips, his voice barely above a growl. He could feel his release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing almost unbearable. You whined into his mouth, your body begging for relief, your pussy tightening around his cock as if trying to milk him dry.

With a final hard thrust, Sidney buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hips grinding against yours as he spilled his seed deep within you. The feel of him coming inside you sent you spiraling over the edge once more, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling.

For a second, he didn’t move, his cock pulsing, breath hot and heavy against your neck. Then, with a low groan, he pulled out, the loss of him leaving you feeling empty. You watched as he sat back, his cock still hard and glistening with both of your juices. "Shit, baby," he panted.

He reached for your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss each of your fingers. "You're mine," he murmured, the words sending a thrill through you even with the sticky mess between your legs. You felt his come start to dribble out of you, probably staining the cushion beneath you. "Always going to be mine."

He took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly, watching you watch him. He gathered your mixed releases onto his tip and pushed into you once again. He didn't move, didn’t thrust, just stared into your eyes as if making sure you knew he was trying to make sure you could feel him.

"Sid..." You breathed out.

He reached down, his hands sliding around your thighs, and before you knew it, he picked you up, never pulling out of your still-quivering pussy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs automatically going around his waist as he carried you through the hallway, the warmth of his cock still inside you. It was a strange feeling, being so filled and yet so empty at the same time. You could feel the warmth of his come on your thighs as he carried you, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. He lays you down on the bed, the cool sheets a big difference to the heat of his body. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, sprawled out and panting, before climbing back over you. He kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone as he moves down to your chest.

"I've been dreaming about these tits for weeks," he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. You gasp as he takes one into his mouth, sucking hard. His tongue swirls around the peak before he bites down gently, the sting making your pussy throb. You can feel your need building again, a slow burn that's starting to spread through your entire body.

He kisses down your stomach, his scruff tickling your skin, and you can feel the heat of his breath as he approaches your core. "Spread your legs for me," he says, and you obey, needy to see what he'll do next. His tongue immediately swipes over your clit, and you jolt, your body already sensitive from your recent orgasm. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin. "So responsive." He licks you again, this time a little slower, savoring the taste of you.

He's relentless, his tongue flicking over your clit before plunging deep into your wetness. You grab fistfuls of the bedsheets, trying to hold on as he takes you to the brink again. "Sid...oh, fuck," you gasp, your hips bucking against his mouth. He hums in response. He kisses the insides of your thighs before moving back up, his mouth finding yours again. You can taste yourself on him, which almost makes up for the orgasm he didn’t give you.

But he wasn't done with you yet. Not even close, not when he’s been waiting weeks to feel you. He stood up, his cock hard again. "On your knees," he said. 

Before you can say anything, or even move, he flips you over himself, so you're on your hands and knees on the bed. He just smirks down at you, that knowing smile that makes your stomach flip. You're on the edge of the bed now, knees spread, ass in the air. 

You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes full of want, and he nods, wanting it just as bad as you do. You lean forward, your hands wrapping around the base of his dick as you take him into your mouth. He groans, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he starts to fuck your mouth, his movements rough and demanding. You gag, but you love it, the feeling of him filling you up so completely, pushing past the limits of what you thought you could take.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching as you took him deep, your cheeks hollowing with each pass. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements, setting a pace that had you gagging slightly around his length.

Your eyes water, but you don't stop, your tongue swirling around his length as he hits the back of your throat, it only adds to the feeling of being used and adored all at once. His hips are a blur, his cock moving in and out of your mouth in a steady, punishing rhythm that makes your throat tighten around him. You reach down to touch yourself, your pussy slick and swollen, your fingertips slipping easily through the mess he's made of you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Your mouth is heaven." You took him in deeper, letting his cock slide to the back of your throat and sit there. You felt his grip tighten, his other hand coming to rest on the back of your head as he pushed in even further. You choked, your throat convulsing around him, and he chuckled. "Take it," he encouraged, his voice a low whisper. "Take all of me."

Your scalp begins to sting as he starts to fuck your mouth with more urgency, his hips pumping faster. You can feel his release coming, the muscles in his thighs tensing, and you know he's close. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you take him all the way in, your throat working around him. He lets out a strangled groan, his cock swelling even more, and you know you're pushing him to the brink.

With one hand still playing with your clit, your pussy is so sore. The stimulation is intense, your fingertips rub against your sensitive flesh, and you can't help but whine around his cock. You're so close again, your body begging for release, and you give in, sliding two fingers inside yourself. They glide in easily, coated with his come and your juices, and you start to fuck yourself in time with his thrusts. The vibration makes him curse, his eyes never leaving yours, his strokes growing more violent. "You're gonna make me come," he warns.

You can feel your jaw starting to ache, but you don't care. All that matters right now is getting him off, making him come apart in your mouth. You reach up to grip the base of his dick, using it to stroke him in time with your bobbing. His cock sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, lewd sound that makes you even wetter. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by him again, but for now, this is enough. This is more than enough.

His balls start to tighten, and you know he's close. With a final, desperate push, Sidney empties himself into your mouth, his warm come spurting against the back of your throat. You keep sucking, eager to get every last drop, then he pulls out with a wet ‘pop’. You open your mouth and show him your tongue, white with come, the salty taste of him filling your mouth. 

“Christ,” he rasps out, panting, his cock glistening with your saliva and his come. You lick your lips, savoring the taste of him, feeling more alive than you ever have before.

Still on your knees, Sid puts his hands on your hips, moving you so that you're facing the mirror across from his bed. He's not done with you yet. He presses down on your lower back, forcing your ass further up. "I want you to see your face when I make you come again," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You look up at him in the mirror, your cheeks flushed. You know what's coming, and you can't wait. He lines his cock up with your pussy, and you feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. With one hand, he grips your hip, holding you steady as he slams into you from behind. You cry out, the force of his entry making your eyes water, and he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint that makes you moan.

"Touch yourself, baby," he says, his voice a low growl. "Go ‘head."Your body is already stretching around him, your pussy slick with come and need. His strokes are deep and slow, his cock dragging out before slamming back in, making you whine and squirm. He grabs one of your hands, guiding it between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks you. "Yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his eyes on your reflection as you touch yourself.

You can feel his hand on your neck, squeezing gently, the other gripping your hip so hard it's probably going to leave marks. He's lost in the rhythm, his eyes half-closed, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You're lost in it too, your hand moving faster, your breaths coming in pants. "Sid...baby," you moan, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His eyes snap open, meeting yours in the mirror, and the intensity of his gaze makes you feel like you're going to break.

"Gonna come for me, baby?" he grunts, his voice strained with his own need. "Wanna feel you come all over my cock." The words are like a trigger, sending you spiraling. You tighten the circles on your clit, your body arching as wave after wave of pleasure and pain washes over you. You feel him swell inside you, his own orgasm close, and you push back into him, eager to take all of him.

You moan into the mattress, your hand still working your clit, your other hand squeezing your breast. The pressure builds, a crescendo of pleasure that feels like it's going to tear you in half. You can see his face in the mirror, the look of concentration as he watches you. "Come for me," he grunts, his voice deep and demanding. "Come all over my cock."

And then you do. With a cry that's half pleasure and half pain, your body convulses, your pussy clenching around him as you squirt, the wetness soaking the bed beneath you and his thighs. He pulled back, his cock slipping from your quivering, dripping hole, the sight of you squirting making him even harder. He drags his cock through your folds, his thumb pressing down on your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you're shaking, until you can't take anymore.

Sidney's cock was still hard, still demanding more, but he took his time, his hand moving between your legs to gently coax more pleasure from your swollen clit. You whined, the sensation almost too much, but you didn't want it to end. Sid seemed to know that, "Just need a little more baby." Before pushing into you again. He needed to come, and he was going to do so inside.

"Sid, please," you begged, your voice barely a whisper. He moved a bit faster, his eyes never leaving your face. 

"I'm almost there, just a little more, baby," he murmured, his voice strained. The feel of your walls pulsing around him was too much for him to resist.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his voice tight with tension. "You're going to make me... ah, fuck..."

Sidney's cock swelled inside you, and with a final thrust, he came. You felt the hot spurt of his come fill you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, his entire being focused on the pleasure that was consuming him.

He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, his entire being focused on the pleasure that was consuming him. "Fuck, baby," he panted, his voice hoarse. "That was... fucking incredible."

You couldn't help but hum, a smile tugging at your lips. Your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your own climax. As his hips slowed, you could feel his cock begin to soften, his come leaking out of your pussy and onto the bed. You felt satisfied, a need had been fulfilled beyond your wildest dreams. "It was," you agreed, your voice a breathless whisper.

With a sigh, Sidney pulled out of you, his soft cock glistening with your combined releases. He collapsed beside you, his strong arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the crook of his body. You snuggled closer, feeling his warmth seep into your bones. The bed was a mess, the comforter and sheets sticky with sweat and your juices, but it was your mess.

He nuzzled into your hair, planting soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. "You okay, baby?" he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. You nodded, your cheek pressing into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

With a gentle tug, Sidney pulled the comforter up, so that you were nestled against his side, your legs tangled in the mess of the bed sheets. The scent of sex clung to the air. He reached over and grabbed a clean towel from the chair beside his bed, gently wiping away the sweat and come that coated your skin. His touch was soft.

His arms were heavy around you, but you didn’t mind. Not one bit. You fit against him too perfectly, like you were made to lay right here — chest to chest, his big hand sprawled warm and wide over your bare back, fingertips tracing lazy little circles at the dip of your spine. The air in the room was cool, but his body heat had you flushed and soft and sleepy against him, every inch of you sinking deeper and deeper.

He smelled faintly like sweat and his sheets, and just under that, like whatever was left of your perfume, transferred to his skin from hours tangled up together. His nose nudged into your hair every so often, and each time, his hold tightened. Like he was still trying to convince himself you were really here.

Your breathing was slowing down now, evening out with that heavy, blissful sleepiness settling in your bones. But his heart — you could hear it, thudding strong under your ear where your head rested on his chest.

Sid let out a soft sigh through his nose and pressed a kiss to your temple, voice low and a little rough. "Baby... you falling asleep on me?"

You hummed, barely moving except to nuzzle closer, lips brushing against his skin. "Mhm... comfy." Your voice was wrecked, scratchy and soft, and it made his chest tighten in the best, most dangerous way.

"Shit, you’re so sweet like this," he muttered, voice dropping lower. His hand skimmed higher, fingers threading into your hair at the back of your head, massaging slow, gentle strokes that made you melt. "Could hold you like this all night, y'know that? Don’t wanna let you go."

"Then don’t," you mumbled, barely coherent, and god — that made him smile, all crooked and a little breathless.

He kissed your hair again. "But you gotta go, yeah? Before your old man starts sending out a search party."

At that, his home phone rang sharply against the nightstand. You groaned, face scrunching up as he reached for it with a sleepy grumble. Sidney’s big hand held it for a bit before hitting answer.

"Stay," he murmured, voice gravelly, lips brushing your cheek. "Just for a little longer."

The phone rang again.

With a dramatic sigh, you peeled your face off his chest and squinted at the screen. "It's my dad," you groaned. "Fuck."

Sid let his head fall back against the pillow with a grunt. "Of course it is. Perfect fuckin’ timing."

He tapped to answer, already bracing. "Hey, man..." he said, trying his best to sound normal, like he didn’t have his buddy’s daughter naked in bed after what felt like marathon sex. Your eyes flicked up, catching Sid watching you with that stupid soft smile and sleepy eyes, one hand still stroking lazy circles on your back.

Your dad’s voice crackled through the speaker. "Hey Sid, how’s it going?"

"Goin’ good, you?" His voice stayed steady, thank god, but you could hear his heart pounding.

"Good. Good. Hey, you wouldn’t have happened to see my kid around, have you?" he said, clearly not suspecting.

"No, no, I haven’t. Everything alright?" 

“I think so. She said she was gonna go out with her friends but… she just hasn’t been answering her phone.”

“Gotcha, well I haven’t seen her but I’ll let you know if I do.”

“Alright, thanks, Sid, talk to you later.” And with that, he hung up.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered.

Sid chuckled, deep and low, the sound vibrating under your ear. "Well, guess that’s our cue, huh?"

"Unfortunately." You scrunched your nose and peeked up at him through your lashes. "Gotta go before this turns into a whole-ass disaster."

Sid sighed, long and reluctant, but his hand smoothed down your back, comforting. "Yeah, yeah. I get it, baby." His other hand cupped the back of your head again, guiding you in for one more slow, lingering kiss — warm and sweet and just shy of desperate. "Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though."

You smiled against his mouth. "Nobody said you had to."

"Fuckin’ hell," he muttered, kissing you again, this time slower. His hand squeezed your hip gently. "You feel so good in my bed, baby. Gonna have a real hard time letting you leave."

"You're not making this any easier," you whispered, grinning as you finally pulled back.

"Yeah, well—" He sat up with a groan, dragging a hand over his face. "C’mon. Let’s get you dressed before I change my mind and keep you here." His voice was playful but thick with that same frustration you both felt.

He climbed out of bed first, stark naked and not bothering to hide the mess you two had made of each other. You giggled, covering your face.

"Don’t laugh at me, baby," he grumbled, smirking as he handed you a blanket so you could go back to the living room where every single piece of clothing was abandoned. 

He followed closely behind. Watching as you grabbed your shirt from where it had been tossed onto the floor hours ago. "Here. Arms up."

You did as told, sitting up slow with a wince. "God... everything hurts."

Sid’s hands paused as he helped you slide the shirt, no bra, down over your head, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a look equal parts concern and satisfaction. "Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to wreck you that bad." He smoothed the shirt down over your hips, lips quirking. "Actually, that’s a lie. Kinda did."

You swatted at his arm. "Dick."

He just laughed, soft and warm, helping you to your feet next. His hands steadied you when your legs wobbled. "Easy, sweetheart. I got you."

You gave him a look, half annoyed, half fond. "God, you and your big ego."

Sidney just grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "Uh-huh. And you love it."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, too busy stepping into your shorts, no panties, with a grimace. "I’m gonna be walking funny for days."

Where the hell are your underwear?

His hands smoothed down your sides once you were dressed, thumbs stroking little circles at your waist. "Should’ve thought about that before you came over looking like a fuckin’ dream." His lips brushed your ear. "You gonna be okay with all those marks, baby? Your dad’s not gonna ask questions?"

You shrugged, careless. "He won’t. He’ll just assume it’s my boyfriend." You shot him a wicked little smile over your shoulder. "Let him."

Sid barked out a laugh, low and sharp. His hand swatted lightly at your ass as he turned you toward the door. "Alright, c’mon. Before I say screw it and drag you back to bed."

You both padded through the quiet house, the late hour making every creak in the floorboards sound louder. At the door, he grabbed his hoodie from the hook and draped it over your shoulders. "Here. Cover up those pretty marks I left."

You smirked, pulling it tighter around you. "You’re obsessed with me."

"Damn right I am," he muttered, pulling you in for one last kiss. This one was slower, deeper, his hand cupping your jaw while his thumb stroked your cheek. "Text me when you get home, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," you whispered against his lips, heart hammering. "Promise."

He kissed you again, like he couldn’t help it. "Good girl."

Your legs were still a little wobbly as you made your way to your car, Sid trailing behind you, big and warm and still looking like he didn’t want to let you go. At the driver’s side door, he caught your hand, lifted it to his mouth, and kissed your knuckles slow.

"You drive safe, baby."

You squeezed his hand back. "I'll see you soon."

"You better." His voice was rough now, low with something that made your stomach flip.

You slid into the car, biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide.

Sid leaned down, kissed your temple through the open window, and then stepped back with a soft curse under his breath. "Fuckin’ troublemaker," he muttered fondly.

And as you pulled away into the night, Sidney just stood there in his driveway, arms crossed, watching your taillights disappear — already counting down the minutes until he could get his hands on you again.

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[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - No regrets.

Warning : canon typical violence, death, blood, drug use.

Genre : angst

Synopsis : Thanos, your friend of a few years, finds you after the green light red light and asks you to team up with him. Nothing bad can happen, right ?

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // 500 million won = 342 000$ // "No winner" was an exception so idk what this one is…

You have known Thanos for a few years now and you quickly became vital for each other, like attached to the hip and somehow along the way, feelings began to bloom, though neither of you ever acted on them.

Not that he’s shy, far from it, he even would’ve asked you out the second he realized his love for you. But then he remembered how badly the Korean people could react to a public figure coming out as queer, making it harder for him to reach his goal to become a popular rapper in Korea, no, the whole world.

So he waited, and waited, hoping to move on. But you were constantly with him, maybe he should’ve stopped inviting you at the rap contest he was participating in or his few concerts, cheering for him with his fans.

Moving on was hard, if not impossible.

Then, during the finals of the show he was participating in, he forgot the lyrics to his rap and lost. And it kept going downhill, to the point of losing everything on crypto money and being indebted of 500 million won more to the already big debt he had. Not seeing an end to it, the relentlessness of life with his feelings, dreams, and means, Thanos walked to a bridge, considering jumping before a man approached him to play a game of ddakji.

And so he found himself in a strange place with hundreds of people and armed guards with masks.

He thought he’d just have to play the games and win and waltz out of here debts free, but the stakes were higher than what he had thought after seeing the pretty player 196 die from a headshot after moving during the green light red light game.

Starting to panic, he popped a colored pill from his cross and swallowed it, waiting for its quick effects. He didn’t have to wait much and within a minute he was running dancing with a big smile on his face, even pushing to death three people before him.

It’s after the 5 minute timer that he saw you, catching your breath with wide eyes as you looked around in shock. What the fuck just happened ? You had some blood on your face and clothes, yet, Thanos still found you good looking, the blood not disturbing him.

He approached you, pushing anyone on his way and without waiting for you to notice him, he began to talk.

“What are you doing here ? You have debts ?” He said, tapping your shoulder.

Your eyes widened again at the sound of his voice as you looked at him, blinking surprised.

“Huh ? T ?” You said as he posed at the sound of his nickname. You had seen him on the screen earlier, but you didn’t expect to actually find him here.

“Das me, yea.” He posed one last time before continuing speaking. “How much ?”

“Huh ?”

“Your debts.”

“Why would I tell you ? You didn’t tell me how you lost all your shit.”

“Crypto money.” He replied without missing a beat.

You blinked at him, surprised, and pointed at him.

“You… too ?”

“MG Coin got you too ?” He looked at you with an equally surprised face.

“What ? No. Who ? I’m just shit at understanding how it works.” You robbed your forehead, remembering with irritation all your actions that led you here.

“Yeah and you’re fucking stubborn, I can see you trying and trying even after losing multiple times.”

“I don’t want any comments from you, didn’t you do the same ?”

“Nope ! Went all-in. In one go !” He said, moving his hands around as if to look cool.

You sighed before letting out a small laugh.

“This isn’t a contest but I feel like you’re winning and not in a good way.”

He smirked clearly not caring about your last words, he had won, that’s what mattered.

“Wanna play together, my bro ? I already have a small group, I can squeeze you in.” He asked, crossing his arms before raising one hand in the air, ready to dap you.

“Sure, what’s the worst that could happen ?” You replied, dapping him.

Since then, you stayed with Thanos and the group he made himself. A fan, a new friend that he kept butchering the name of, a shy guy and a cool girl.

The games weren’t easy even if it made you remember your childhood, but even with death flying around all of you, Thanos and soon Namgyu made things less intense.

The third game was over and you had survived once more. Then as planned the vote of the day came but ended in a tie to which the square guard told everyone another vote was coming but to take a break before it would start.

A lot of people from both sides went to the bathroom while you stayed on one of the beds of your now reduced group. The cool girl and shy guy had voted X, no longer wanting to play the games, and the fan, Gyeongsu, was dead, so only you, Thanos and Namgyu remained. But after 5 long minutes you started to wonder what was taking them so long to just take a shit. So you stood up and asked to be let out to go to the bathroom, a guard accompanying you.

As you finally approached the door, Minsu rushed out, running past you. Then you heard commotion and as you opened the door…

Chaos.

Everyone was at each other’s throat, punching, kicking and hitting one another.

You saw Thanos on player 333 as they strangled each other while he cursed in both Korean and English. Quickly you went to grab him, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible, but Thanos swiftly pushed you away, making you land on your ass.

As you moved and tried to stay out of the way of everyone you noticed player 333 pulling a silver thing out of his pocket and planting it in Thanos’ throat. You yelled, trying to get closer but before you could grab him, player 333 had stabbed him a second time before pushing him away and hiding inside the toilet stall, locking it.

“Fuck !”

You grabbed Thanos, cursing to yourself, and hid in the second toilet. His hand was shaking against his throat, holding the fork, blood spilling between his fingers. You moved his hand, placing yours instead, trying to stop the wounds from bleeding.

You had tears in your eyes as you began to panic, his were wide as he tried to breathe and cough out the blood, choking on it.

“Fuck dude !” You cried out, you could feel his heartbeat on the palm of your hand. “Why did you do this when I’m not here !”

You pulled him closer, shaking, his head resting on your chest as he continued to choke, his heartbeat slowing down dangerously.

“You fucking dumbass.” You didn’t know what to do, your favorite person was dying and you couldn’t do anything to help him.

He looked at you with horror as he realized what was going to inevitably happen, one hand grabbing your arm while the other went to your cheek, trembling, weakly caressing it, smudging blood on your skin.

“I” He managed to get out, coughing up blood on himself and your clothes, struggling, looking at you, scared. It was now or never, he thought. “I lo- …yo-” He tried to articulate, though panic, blood and pain were making it difficult.

You let out a frustrated yell before planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Fuck you, Subong ! Tell me when you survive this ! You can survive this, right, it’s just a fork ! Don’t fucking die, man !” As you cried, your tears fell on his face as slowly his eyes lost their light.

His heart had stopped beating, his hands falling to his sides. Thanos was no longer shaking and struggling against you but blood was still pooling by your hand and clothes.

You closed your eyes, his dead ones looking right at you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your body kept shaking as you held him tightly against you, too scared to get out, waiting for the fight to stop, for everything to end.

When it finally died out, you heard a knock, making you jump.

“Who’s that ?” You asked, your voice hoarse, quiet, it was evident you were still crying.

“Me. Namgyu. Is he… ?”

You unlocked the door, wiping your tears quickly, putting Thanos’ blood on your face inadvertently.

“Shit !” Namgyu kneeled, hands moving against Thanos’ shoulders. “That fucking MG Coin…”

And then, he pulled the fork out of his throat, from between your fingers, more blood gushing out. It almost made you puke in your mouth.

“For revenge.” He said with a weak smile, carefully hidding the bloody fork in his clothes. “Do you think… I can take this too ?” He pointed to the big cross Thanos had around his neck. “It’s just- You know…”

He gave you another small smile before unlocking the necklace and taking it before you could say anything. You didn’t have a good reason to stop him anyway.

“Once it’s empty, give it to me, okay ?” You finally said and he nodded slowly.

Then the bathroom door creaked open, the guards were there. Big guns and human sized black boxes to take in the casualties.

“Come on, let’s go.” Namgyu said quietly, pulling you by your elbow.

You didn’t want to leave, not ready to abandon Thanos’ body. But you had to, so you closed his eyes before slowly getting up as you laid him on the stained ground. Namgyu held you close, helping you walk away, the others followed you quietly, escorted by the armed guards.

When you entered the lobby, defeated and mentally annihilated, Namgyu immediately alerted the others of what had happened while you slowly realized you were drenched in Thanos’ blood, with no possibility to shower or change clothes. You felt sick, and while people approached as the two groups began to argue once more, you sat on Thanos’ bed, eyes empty.

Now, you really wanted out.

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Would You Fall in Love With Me Again?

Thanos/Choi Su-bong x gn!reader, established relationship

summary: Your relationship with Su-bong had never been perfect, but you loved him anyway. After a fight, he doesn't come home, and you fear the worst. In reality, he just spent a week in hell fighting for his life, but he comes home to you, hoping he can salvage the relationship with the one person who stuck with him through everything. ~ 4.8k words

warnings: discussion of canon-typical violence, discussions of suicidal thoughts/actions, drug use, suggestive comment at the end, swearing, slightly toxic relationship

a/n: really happy with this one. i got heavy inspiration from "would you fall in love with me again" from epic the musical and "proof" by paramore so give those a listen if you want! no clue what the next fic will be yet.

You've never regretted an argument with Su-bong more than the one you had the last time you saw him. It was over something stupid, too. Well, you weren't writing off the importance of the matter itself, but rather, it wasn't worth it turning out the way it had.

It was your anniversary, and you had planned on making a nice dinner for the two of you. And you did make it, but it wasn't nice. He had called you to tell you that he wasn't going to come back to your apartment until tomorrow night. Something about a rap battle at a club then a party that Nam-gyu had invited him to.

You tried not to start a fight over the phone, but you also weren't hiding that you were upset. “Hey, you know what day today is, right?” You asked.

He seemed disinterested. “Yeah, I know it's your birthday or whatever but this is going to be huge for me. For us.” He said.

You didn't even know why you were disappointed anymore. This was always happening. You loved him, you had since you were kids. But it was just getting to be too much. He always phrased it like that. It was huge for both of you, but you never got any fulfillment from his drug-fueled benders and crypto investments.

“It's our anniversary actually.” You said deadpan. He was quiet, and you scoffed. “I love you, but don't come home until you are ready to have a serious discussion about this. Be sober this time, please.” You said.

You heard someone say something on his end that you couldn't make out, but he called out to them before answering you. “Yeah, I will. Love you.”

He hung up before you could respond. You took a deep breath, trying to avoid breaking down right then. You weren't even hungry anymore, plus it felt wrong to eat what was supposed to be your anniversary dinner alone. So you packaged it up and spent your night scrolling on your phone to avoid thinking about the state of your life.

You didn't think twice that he didn't come home right away. He was known to do this sometimes. You had grown accustomed to it, and while it annoyed you immensely, it was typical.

What wasn't typical was his mother calling you. You had spoken to her previously, but you didn't talk often. It wasn't that she didn't like you, quite the contrary. She thought you were a great person for her son, if only he would be able to see that.

You felt the world stop around you as she tearfully asked you if you had seen him. You hesitantly told her no, scared to see where this conversation was going.

She broke down into tears and you felt your heart wrench at the sound. She told you about the last time she saw him, which was a few hours after you spoke to him. He came to her place high as a kite and asked for money. He never mentioned what it was for. Some words were exchanged, and she said some things that she wasn't proud of. He stormed out, and she hasn't heard from him since.

You tried to calm yourself down as she spoke. You felt panic start to settle in, but you didn't want to upset the woman further. It was hard to breathe, but you managed to tell her that you would try calling anyone you could think to call. You also offered up some of the leftovers that you had. She should be resting during all this stress. She thanked you, mumbling something about how her son doesn't deserve you.

You called everyone you had contact with. Nam-gyu was radio silent as well. No one you knew to call had heard from either of them, but you didn't have contact with their more… distasteful friends. Anyone who was actively trying to cover their tracks for whatever reason.

You had 3 main fears in your mind. He could have done something to himself. Or he could have overdosed and people could be trying to keep it a secret to save their own asses. You don't think you would ever be able to recover if either was the case. You didn't think you were being unreasonable in your request for him, but if standing up for yourself caused him to harm himself in any way, you didn't think you would ever forgive yourself.

Or he could have just run off, leaving you in the dirt. That one stung the most. While it might be the lesser of three evils, you didn't want to believe that he would do that. He cared about you enough to not just leave without a word… right? He loved you, didn't he? He said he did, but he didn't always act like he did.

As time passed, you tried not to become apathetic. You wanted to care. You wanted to find him. But you found it harder with every passing hour. You would be beside yourself if you found out he had died, but if he was just ghosting you, you weren't sure if you would be upset at this point. If this was all intentional, you didn't think you would be able to forgive him

-

When Thanos woke up on the side of the road, the first thing he did was spit out a debit card. The second thing he did though was search for his cell phone to call you.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he was given it back. He also realized he hadn't been given back his limited edition sneakers either. He had half the notion to try to see if the van was still around, but he needed to get back to you as soon as possible.

He wasn't far from your apartment, so he started walking there. He did make one stop at a gas station to use their ATM. He wanted to check the card. He inserted it into the terminal, trying to stop his hand from shaking as he typed in the only number that made sense as the PIN. 0230

45,600,000,000 ₩

It was all real. The money was his. This wasn't another scam he fell into. Sure, it cost the lives of a few hundred people, but it was real.

He tried not to seem startled to the other patrons. When he first heard about the games and the prize money, he imagined himself celebrating upon winning it. This should be a happy occasion, but he couldn't help but see the faces of everyone who died to give him this.

He pulled out only ten thousand won. He made sure to shove the withdrawal receipt into his pocket. He only wanted just enough to buy a bouquet of flowers to give to you. It was a cliche gift in the situation, but he didn't have time to search for anything better right now. He could spoil you later.

When he opened the apartment door, you had been packaging up what you had made for dinner. You had been making an extra serving to take to his mother, using the excuse that you were just used to cooking for two people that you accidentally made too much.

You turned toward the door almost instantly, but you had frozen once you saw him in the doorway. You were almost questioning whether this is real or not. He stood there holding out the flowers like a teenager awkwardly asking out their crush. After a moment of your stillness, he shut the door behind him and took a few steps toward you. He set the bouquet on the table behind you before looking at you directly. “Hey.” He said

Before he could say anything else, your arms were around him, squeezing him like you thought he would disappear. You caught him off guard for a moment before he returned your embrace. He could tell from the way your shoulders shook that you were crying. You were just overwhelmed with a variety of emotions. Anger and fear and happiness and a plethora of other feelings you had trouble naming were swimming in your mind.

He held you without complaint. His patience was infinite because he knew that he had a lot to make up for. He would hold you as long as you needed him to.

It also helped to ground him. This was real. He really did make it out of that hellhole. He was with you again, and he wanted to start to make things right. You deserved better than how he was treating you before. Unfortunately he hadn't recognized that until he saw the deaths of 455 other people, but better late than never, right?

After you gathered your bearings, you pulled away slowly. You looked up at him with an almost unreadable gaze, because you just had so much going on in your head right now. “You better explain yourself.” You said softly, reaching up to wipe the tears from your face.

He nodded, realizing how monumental of a task this would be. “Can we do it over dinner? I'm starving and that smells fucking amazing.” He said. You laughed weakly before nodding.

You didn't eat much, still too upset to think about eating. But he started eating like he hadn't in days. Which was true for the most part. Other than that steak in the end, there was basically just bread and milk available. You watched with concern. Where the hell was he? You could also see bruises in various stages of healing, as well as what looked like sets of puncture wounds. It wasn't the wounds of needles either. They were too wide and deep for that.

“Okay…” He started, finishing the bite he was eating before continuing to speak. “So before I explain this, I want to just put this out there. What I'm about to say sounds fucking insane, but I promise you it is one hundred percent true.” He said as a disclaimer.

You seemed confused. You were almost worried that he was going to begin to weave some intricate web of lies, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt. To the outside observer, his story did seem that way, but you could tell he was being genuine. You knew because he wasn't obviously trying to make himself seem blameless in the situation.

He tried to shy away from describing the brutality of it all. He did explain the lengths he went to in order to make it out, but he didn't want to upset or scare you but describing the (literally) gory details. He came clean about the pills, pushing people around in Red Light Green Light, and betraying Min-su. He was ashamed of his actions, but he didn't really regret them. He saw them as necessary. Without the drug-induced euphoria in Red Light Green Light, he likely would have been killed due to his nerves alone.

You sat and listened, trying to wrap your head around it all. You were having trouble processing the sheer amount of trauma he must have gone through. When he lulled in the conversation, you spoke, “Are you hurt at all though?” You asked even though you could obviously infer the answer just by looking at him.

He was touched by your words. He just mentioned how he was forced to kill people and you didn't run. You wanted to make sure he was okay. He should have known you would stick with him. You have this far. He shrugged. “I got some injuries but I'm all good. They could hardly put a scratch on me.” He said, trying to make you laugh.

It didn't work. You just looked up at him with concern before getting up and heading toward the hall. He thought he said something wrong and made you upset. He was about the call out before you returned with a washcloth and a first aid kit. He tried to disguise his lovestruck gaze to no avail.

You moved a chair closer to him so you could help him. He continued speaking as you tended to a particularly nasty cut on his eyebrow. His words caught in his throat every time your fingers grazed his skin. He was touched by your concern for him. After everything he had put you through, you still loved him as much as you did on your first date. It was humbling.

As he spoke, he mentioned Nam-gyu's name for the first time in his explanation. He felt his heart drop the second the name left his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, focusing your gaze on him. “He was with you?” You asked. All he could do is nod, unable to speak with the weight of his actions on his shoulders.

Your gaze softened as you started to put the pieces together. “Did he…” You trailed, not being able to say the words.

His facade shattered, breaking into heart-wrenching sobs. You froze for a moment before your instincts kicked in and you began to comfort him. You leaned forward in your chair, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to your chest. He cried for a few moments before speaking. “I didn't want to do it! They made me kill him! It was him or me, I swear!” The words spilled out of his mouth in between bouts of crying.

You didn't react to his words. You believed him wholeheartedly. During the many conversations you both have had where he asks for a second (or third... or eighth) chance, he had never been this vulnerable. Right now, he wasn't trying to get you to take him back, at least not in the same way or for the same reasons anymore. Something changed in him, and you could see it clearly. Your fingers found their way into his violet hair, carding through it as you murmured softly to help him calm down a bit.

It didn't work. He continued spiraling. “I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm a total screw up. I killed people. I even killed my best friend. I shouldn't even be here.” He said, stumbling over his words at points when he was particularly upset.

You pulled back slightly, directing his gaze to you with a soft hand on his cheek. You wiped some of the tears from his face with your thumb. He had begun to forget what a gentle touch felt like. After the week of brutality he experienced, he almost expected to never feel it again.

“You do deserve to be here. I know it may not seem like it now, but you did what you had to do. You-” You began before he cut you off.

“No, you don't get it.” He cried out, wrapping his own arms around you and burying his face into your chest. He couldn't bear to look at you when he said what he was about to say.

“I went to my mom's to ask for money to get you something for our anniversary, but it didn't go well because I hadn't come down from the pills I took earlier. After that fight I-” Cries broke through his words, embracing you tighter as his body shook. You rubbed his back gently, whispering softly to him as you felt tears forming in your eyes. It was hard to watch him be so upset in the moment here.

“After, I went to the Han River bridge, and I was gonna jump. I thought it would be better for everyone if I just ended it.” He said. At that, you began crying again. You tried not to exaggerate anything. You didn't really want him to take notice. This was about him, not you. You held him a little tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

He explained how he ended up in the games. He told you of the tall man in the suit who he once considered an angel. The wide smile masking his depravity as the man slapped him repeatedly. The business card and money seen as a gift from God was just a ploy by something more evil than he had ever seen before. He went through hell and had to do unspeakable things but it's over now.

“After the first people died, I stayed because I would be able to do something right for once. I'd either make things right or die trying.” He said before breaking into more sobs. You ran your trembling fingers through his hair, quietly shushing him with a soft, repeated “It's okay.”

He started to collect himself after a few minutes of sitting like that. “Babe, what do you mean by ‘make things right?’” You asked softly.

He looked up at you. In any other situation, he would feel pathetic, but he didn't have the mental energy to judge himself for his vulnerability right now. “The prize money.” He said, voice quiet. He felt ashamed to even have the money. When the games first started, he wanted the money more than anything, but now he just felt this overwhelming guilt for having it at all.

You furrowed your eyebrows before cupping his face in your hands. “You know, you didn't have to go through that for money. I was upset about our anniversary, sure, but none of it was about money. I just wanted you to be safe, okay? I didn-” You began, beginning to pour out the word that had weighed on your mind since you learned of his disappearance. You had wanted to make sure he knew that you loved him despite the faults.

He cut you off by pulling out the receipt from his pocket and holding it out for you to read. You squinted your eyes, straining to read the small font. When you made it out, your jaw sat slacked open for a moment or two. “Holy shit.” You whispered.

He sighed. “One hundred million Won for each one of the other players.” His words were full of remorse. That's how much a human life was worth to the gamemakers. He helped carry out their transaction, and he hated himself for it.

You looked over at him with an uncharacteristic joy for the situation. He recognized it immediately. It was the same bright-eyed excitement that he felt when he saw that piggy bank illuminate the top of the dorm. It made him sick to his stomach.

But you weren't thinking about yourself. You were far too altruistic for that. “Babe, imagine how far your music could go with that kind of money! You could go global!” You said, voice somewhat louder than before.

He was touched by your statement. You didn't even want money for yourself. You just thought about him. You wanted him to be happy, even though his rap career was something you weren't always fond of. You thought it led him down the wrong road, and you were right. Almost every high he had experienced was connected to his budding fame. The drugs were part of the job. But you still just wanted him to do what he was passionate about. You were excited for him to finally let his dreams come true.

But seeing the deaths of 455 other people changes you. Who would have thought?

He shook his head.

“What do you mean?” You asked. You were confused.

His words didn't come easily, but he meant every word. “I don't want it anymore.” He said.

Your gaze softened. Your heart fluttered upon meeting his dark eyes

He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I want this. I want us.” He said, punctuating his statement by squeezing your hand lightly.

Your eyes teared up again. You took a moment before you spoke. “You don't have to do that. I know I was frustrated before, but I'm not asking you to give it up. I'd never make you quit. I just wanted-”

He interrupted you. “I don't want it anymore.” He repeated. You were quiet for a moment, trying to read his face. He stood up and started to pace as he continued to speak. “None of them give a shit about me. None of it was real. I thought Nam-gyu was my best friend and that fucker tried to kill me without hesitation.” He started, voice breaking with his outburst.

You stood up as well, turning to face him. He carried on with his rant. “When it came down to it, he was ready to stab me with that fucking steak knife. I never meant anything to him. I was just a fucking paycheck. He took so much of my life for nothing. I almost…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was going to say.

He paused for a moment, turning around to see you standing there. He took long strides toward you and pulled you into his embrace. Your hands gripped the back of his jacket as you cried into his chest.

“I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. You've been here for me all along and I treated you like shit and I'm so sorry.” He cried out.

You squeezed him tighter. “I know. I know. It's okay” You said through your tears.

You felt his shoulders move as he shook his head. “It's not okay. You put up with so much bullshit because of me and you don't deserve it. You don't deserve me. I fuck everything up. Plus, now I have so much fucking blood on my hands. I'm just a good-for-nothing piece of shit.”

You pulled back from his embrace, resting your hands on his shoulders. “Hey, that's bullshit and you know it.” You said strongly, looking into his eyes with a level of intensity that caught him off guard. “You don't get to decide what I do or don't deserve. You act like you didn't just put your life on the line to make a better life for us.”

He looked almost like a deer in headlights. His eyes were wide. He almost expected this relationship to be irreconcilable. He thought he had finally pushed you too far this time. He forgot your anniversary for fuck's sake and didn't even care to come home when he realized it. He almost killed himself to avoid the fallout of his destructive decisions.

You moved one of your hands to cup his cheek, gently wiping his tears away with your thumb. “I love you.” You said. “I don't care how many bad decisions you made in the past or that you forgot our anniversary. I don't care about anything that you were forced to do in the games. None of that changes anything. I still love you. I'll always love you.”

Fresh tears welled in his eyes. “But I-” He started, but you cut him off by grabbing his collar and pulling him closer. You pressed your lips to his. The kiss was full of the worry and desperation and love you had been bottling up in the past few days.

He was stunned at first, but when his brain caught up, he kissed you back. One hand held your face gently while the other rested on your waist. When you pulled away, he had a lovesick grin on his face.

You looked up at him. “I love you. Do you love me?” You asked.

“More than anything.” He said quickly.

You smiled through your tears. “That's all I need. No proving it, no making it up to me, nothing else, okay?”

He wrapped you into a hug again, which you reciprocated quickly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much.” He murmured

After a few moments, you pulled away from the hug. You swiped the tears from your face with the back of your hand. “By the way,” You asked, “what the hell are you wearing?”

He smirked. “What? Do you not like it?” He said playfully.

“I've just never seen you wear it before.”

He shook his head. “Don't get it twisted, I would never own anything like this. They just made everyone wear them.” He said.

You thought for a moment. “We should burn it.” You meant it more symbolically. Getting rid of it would be putting all of it behind you both. But it was also because the outfit was atrocious.

He laughed. “Hell yeah!” He exclaimed. He started to walk toward your bedroom. “I wonder where I left my lighter.” He said, thinking out loud.

“Babe?” You called out. He turned to look at you, leaning against the doorframe. “Not in the apartment!” You said loudly.

He sighed, playing up his disappointment. “Aww, do you have to be such a buzzkill?” He whined, smirking slightly.

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry for wanting our security deposit back.” You shot back with just as much sarcasm.

He grinned. That stupid, shit-eating grin that you had been missing the past week. You had almost convinced yourself that you'd never see it again. Either he was gone or he would just never be happy with you again.

“I'm going to go take a shower. You're welcome to join me.” He said with a wink before turning to walk down the hall.

You rolled your eyes. “Don't press your luck.” You called after him. You heard his laugh echo through the apartment. You felt yourself blushing, and you couldn't wipe a smile off your face. This was the first time in a long time the two of you were able to joke with each other. Before he left things were tense most of the time. He was pushing you away and you were starting to doubt the future of your relationship.

The games had served as a wake up call for both of you.

His priorities were straightened out once he saw that the fame and the drugs were sucking the life from him. None of that really mattered once he was able to see the truth. None of his so-called friends had his back. In fact, Nam-gyu tried to backstab him just to get ahead. You were the only person who chose to be in his corner. He took you for granted. He treated you like shit sometimes, but you stuck by his side regardless. He would try to make it up to you for the rest of his life, despite the fact you said he wouldn't need to.

You realized that, despite his faults, you still loved him. Those few days without seeing him was hell. And it didn't help that you thought he was dead.

But in a way, the fact he came back to you spoke volumes about how he really felt. He could have taken the money and ran. He could have poured it into the pockets of his dealers or into another crypto investment scheme.

But he came back to you. He acknowledged what he had done wrong and wanted to make amends. It was touching in a way that was difficult to describe. Despite everything that had happened in the last year or so, despite the toxic friendships and the drugs and the arguments, he still loved you. And you loved him too.

— bonus —

After he got out of the shower, he made his way back to the kitchen where you were washing dishes. He walked up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned into his touch as he kissed your cheek.

After a moment, you spoke. “You should probably call your mom by the way. She's worried sick.” You said.

His face scrunched into a look of confusion. “Since when do you have my mom's number?”

You chuckled. “Since she sent me those embarrassing pictures of you in secondary school. Remember?”

He scoffed. “I fucking hate you.”

You turned to look at him, a smirk plastered across your face. “Don't tell your mom that. She'd be devastated.” You said cheekily.

He made a sound you thought was a laugh. “Oh yeah, and why is that?” He asked. He let go of you and took a step back.

You smiled and turned to face him. “She's taken quite a liking to me. Said my sundubu jjigae makes me marriage material.” You said with a wink.

Thanos quickly turned red. You laughed and returned to washing up.

He liked the sound of that.

[jack-fruit]

Hello tumblr I have a Billford species swap AU that I have no plans to do anything with but makes me ill.

A lot of this is copied from discord so bear with me if anything sounds weird:

The stage, if you will: Bill Cipher is a college grad who held parties at his frat house first and went to classes second. Despite this, he managed to charm and improvise and scheme his way into graduating with flying colors. He lands an internship, but quickly decides he hates being bossed around and decides to start his own business. Maybe it's a crypto scam, maybe it's a somewhat successful business that is a front for illegal drug sales, or maybe it's a tourist trap. Up in the air.

Point is, even as he wiggles his way into- what most would consider- a pretty cozy life: one where he can still throw parties and boss people around to his liking. He's still Bill Cipher. And he wants *more*. And one day, maybe in a cave, maybe on an abandoned street corner- somewhere few other souls dare to tread- he finds an inscription written in code. And he's not stupid, but he is curious (and egotistical: surely he can best any beast that crawls forth), so he works on translating it, finding the inscription promises scientific knowledge beyond comprehension if spoken.

Bill reads it, and while he's wary, what comes to him is no demon or monster, but a little shape. He introduces himself, excitedly talks to Bill about how he's laid put many inscriptions, just like this one, scattered throughout different planets and different universes, but Bill is the first human to successfully translate one. He tells Bill about where he's from, about other dimensions and Bill...well. Why try and become king of the earth, when you can become king of the *multiverse*.

So he goads the little thing along. Praises him, thanks him for his share of knowledge, tells him his idea. To build a portal and bring human civilization to the multiverse at large. And of course Stanford (call me Ford!) Is enthusiastic about the idea. He even tells Bill about this fantastic little spot in the universe that's weaker than the rest the hole could be punched through. Helps him with the blueprints. Doesn't realize *what* Bill really is. A monster

Additional notes:

Their backstories are kinda mishmashed. Ford grew up with a twin but always felt out of place. He tried to share knowledge with the people of his dimension and somehow ended up lost from home, unable to return. He tells himself it was worth it- to help try and enlighten them. And even if he failed there, he won’t fail for others

Bill burned down his entire neighborhood as a kid and had to change his name and book it. No one knows how he wasn’t caught for this.

Instead of playing up the muse/god angle, Bill takes a different approach. Bc as he's first getting to know Ford and feeling around him, he learns that many species *do* view him as a god or at least a benevolent entity. And while Ford is clearly charmed by those views, he also clearly views them as silly people with silly ideas about the universe at large. No. If Bill wants to gain his trust, they need to be equals. They need to be *friends*.

Ford genuinely wants to spread knowledge and discovery to as many places as possible and he likely succeeds. And of course being viewed as a god or benevelot deity certainly does great things to his ego. But deep down- it is about discovery. About learning as much as he can and encouraging others to do so as well. And while he's definitely ran into those with ill intent before none have been quite so sneaky about it as Bill has. And none quite so charming. So *understanding*

Ford thinks of Bill as his cute little human pet that slowly morphs into friendship as he realizes wow. Humans really are quite clever and carry on such lovely conversation while the whole time Bill is like "I need him in a nice roomy birdcage I need to contain him the other aliens we find can all be sold off for all I care but this one my personal little pet" so there's straight up a period where they're both like "I love my dog" ab the other

Bill does fumble god here

Also here’s a drawing I did these are canon designs i worked really hard on bill:

[basicinstinctmacher]

wrote this because i’m really lonely and think ethan would totally be the type to accidentally become obsessed with dress to impress because of his partner.

Live, Laugh, Love Roblox

It started with a pout.

An adorable jut of your bottom lip with big puppy dog eyes, begging for your boyfriend to play 'Dress to Impress' with you. It was your hyper fixation game at the moment and you were dying for Ethan to play with you. "Pleaseee, Ethan?" You were whining now, flopping your body across his lap, resembling a melodramatic cat. "Please, just one round. One."

His eyebrow quirked skeptically, he knew better than to believe you wouldn't rope him into playing as many rounds as you possibly could. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the game. It had been your main focus for the past week, barely paying him any attention. Was Ethan really jealous of a roblox game about dressing up? Yes he was.

He glances down at your figure, his hand absentmindedly running through your hair. "What even is 'Dress to Impress'? Sounds like a game you would play on Games4Girls.com."

You gasped at his insult. "First of all, rude. Second of all, it's a game on roblox. We get a theme that we have to dress up for and then you strut your shit down a runway, where everyone playing then votes. It's iconic. It's a cultural movement."

Ethan blinked, "...So, a Games4Girls rip off."

Groaning, you bury your face into his shirt, completely exasperated. He laughs at your frustration, but relents nonetheless, "Fine! But only one round. And if I win, you have to give me your full undivided attention for at least 3 hours." You weren't paying any attention to anything he said after he agreed to play. "Deal!" You sealed your agreement with a quick kiss to his lips, before excitedly grabbing both your ipad and Ethan's.

"How do you not have roblox downloaded on here?" You ask in disbelief as you stare at Ethans ipad screen, "You have about every stocks and crypto app available downloaded, and not one game?" "Hey, I have games on there! Look!" He defensively points to a folder titled 'Play with these games, not with peoples hearts.' The side eye you gave him after reading the name of his games folder was lethal. But you couldn't even comment on that because once you saw the few games he did have downloaded, you were nearly too stunned to speak.

"THESE ARE THE GAMES YOU HAVE DOWNLOADED?"

"What's wrong with them?!?" His tone was defensive again.

"These are literally the most boring games known to man. Like, what the hell is the 'Clicka!' app?" Ethan begins to explain but you cut him off by shoving his ipad in his hands when you see roblox has finally finished downloading. Rolling his eyes and mumbling "rude." under his breath, he gets comfortable in his spot, ready to absolutely destroy you in your favorite game.

"You're going down, Mr. Landry." "Oh no, I'm terrified baby." He replies back dryly, and already confused by the controls of the game. "You're such a grandpa." You can't help but laugh at your boy as he quietly cursed at the screen.

"You sure are talking a lot of smack for someone who's about to lose. But it's okay, I'll still give you back rubs like I always do whenever you lose at something." His tone is sweet, but you don't even have to look at him to know he's got a smug look on his face.

The round finally starts and you see the theme pop up: 'Royal Ball.' You excitedly get to work.

"I don't even know where the pants are." You hear Ethan mutter. "Pants? You don't need pants! You need drama!"

Your fingers swiftly move across your screen, layering patterns, adding different accessories, and picking the best hair and makeup look. Ethan sat staring at his screen like it had personally betrayed him. "Why the hell are there 27 different skirts and no cargo pants? What kind of monarchy is this?"

"The fabulous kind. But come on. Baby, it's a ball not jury duty."

By the time the timer runs out, you looked like a real life princess. Your boyfriend though,,,he had managed to put on a tuxedo jacket, no shirt or pants, thigh high boots, and was holding two pink balloons. You couldn't help the loud cackle that left your mouth as your body falls into Ethans. "I panicked!" Ethan yells out while playfully pushing you away from him.

Then came the runway. Your avatar glided down the stage like a professional runway model. Hitting pose after pose.

Ethan just stood there, until there were only 2 seconds left, then he hit pose 28 before his time was up. You doubled over in laughter once again, "You look like the prince of clowns leaving a bachelor party!" Ethan smirked, "And yet I’m still somehow hotter than everyone else here."

And the votes were casted. Tension thick.

You placed second.

And Ethan,,,placed FIRST?!?

"WHAT? You don't even have any pants on!"

He grinned. "The people have spoken, sweetheart, and I am the crowned champion of Dress to Impress." You don't think you could have rolled your eyes any harder in that moment.

Later, you and Ethan have relocated to your shared bedroom, ipads in hand, Ethan agreeing to "just one more round" for the fourth time. He cracked his knuckles before flexing to pop his back. "This one's for real. No mercy." he said. Narrowing your eyes at him, you respond, "Bring it, Landry."

Before you both knew it, two hours had passed. In that time you both laughed so much your cheeks started to hurt, neither of you held back on judging each other's outfits, you even sabotaged your own chances in a round themed 'office siren,' just to see who could come up with the most unhinged outfit.

You couldn't help but smile even when you lost first place to Ethan's very questionable choices.

He may not know how to walk a digital runway, but he knew how to make you laugh. And to Ethan, there was no greater prize.

[bazoonga-bazinga]

watching tua s4 knowing fully how its going to disappoint me rn and something that keeps bothering me is just how awful it is that they dont show what happens during the 6 year time skip.

like in season 2 we get to see an abridged version of how everyone got to where they are. this allowed for me as viewer to at least undertsand the reasoning behind the siblings' actions and conflicts. but in season 4 there is just none of that.

instead we only get to see the after of the timeskip. Whatever bits we do hear abt the time in between are extremly limited because they are things that are told to us from biased/flawed/one-sided perspectives. I as a viewer do not get a clear idea of why any of the 8 charcters of the main cast change the way they do becuase i am never shown how this change ocurred. its more i am told things and have to accept because of the 6 year gap.

lila and diego's strained marriage is actually i think the only they showed without telling to an extent. but it still would have also been nice to see thier struggles transitioning to suburbia and would also aid me to better understand why neither of them tried to find an adequate balance in the 6 years. also like why is diego working as a delivery driver? in my mind it makes more sense for him to be a mediocre private investgator or something like that? idk just some more context behind the tension and thier decsions (especially lila dear god dont even get me started) would have been wonderful

viktor's journey to Canada and his distancing from the others sounded interesting and i would have loved to see that on screen. he clearly is unable to form long lasting intamate relationships and showing his life in the time gap would have been a great way to show his journey of accepting the loss of sissy.

allison was definitely hit hard by the lack of explanation. i understand the scheduling issues with raymond's actor but it truly was a heavy blow to season 3 allison actions when they just said he left with no other explanation. most of her conflicts in season 3 were motivated by the loss of claire and raymond and you are telling me she just lost 50% of that a year afterwards? and like this doesnt get mentioned until episode 3??

i actually enjoyed klaus's shift to a risk averse person and it did make sense to me after losing his immortality to become more aware of not only his but his loved ones mortality. the biggest glaring issue is the one everyone has talked about: the lack of dave. i think if they had shown klaus trying to find info on dave and/or even visiting his grave in the timeskip it would been fine with me that he wouldn't mention dave that much. but the dog tags being on screen and him not saying anything is actually inasne??? also it sounds like there was definitely more to his sobriety than what they have told sad that we didnt get to see that storyline....

everyone has said thier piece on how luther just mentioning sloane and then no other explanation is actually awful. like a simple flashback fo luther searching and finding sloane living a different life would have been better than them giving us nothing💀

ben i actually have nothing to say...it would have been silly to see the crypto scam ig. also an explanation of why they even showed the other ben the post credit of the s3 finale i think is warranted. like even a mention of yeah there is probably another ben who belongs to this universe walking around would have been okay ig

five oh where to even begin.... first of all how tf does a person who isnt even in thier 20s even get a gig at the cia. i know they said some bullahit abt five being a part of a relative young group/recruit (cant remember the exact wording) but like a person who is younger than 19 getting a job at the cia is a bit much. also i actually refuse to belive that five wouldn't have figured out his boss was part of the keepers there is just no way. after the handler and reggie i refuse to belive that five would lose his suspicion towards authority figures. i think the only authority figure he has ever listened to was the founder version of himself and even that took time. like if you want me to believe that bs then show me how five turned his brain into mush in the 6 year time skip. either that or show how me his loneliness in those six year because from what i have right now five worked at the cia and that is it nothing else. like from what i have been told by the show nothing else happended to him besides working. which if thier implication is that he was only working and drifted apart from his siblings that message was not clear enough to me as viewer and would have been alot clearer if i was shown such as thing.

[kangsaena]

What is this? :

An AU if kang - mina survived, (but Se - mi died)

its inspired by another AU I found but the chapters (that were simillar) I wrote had their credits,

but still, credits to @mayoscribble077 for the AU idea, not the chapters from ch. 3, onward.

ch. 4: not out!

Ships? :

Actually yes! Although the story revolves around thanos and mina the most there are mentions of other ships in this story,

(though its probably gonna come out in later chapters.)

Kang - mina x Thanos

222 x 333

Young - il x Gi - hun

Status : in progress

Extra note 1: Any Profanity is censored in this chapter, though they might not always be.

Extra note 2: Please read all chapters before this one, I aim for an easy to read story that quickly explains the beginning, and quite long, so if the viewers like it, they get more and more.

Chapter 3

First night, complete.

*mina had just finished voting, and everyone had been lining up in queues for their dinner, this place had barely any food to offer, but usually dinner would have the most food, a metal container filled with some plain rice, salmon and kimichi, and for the drinks was a glass bottle of water*

*just to mention, thanos literally asked to be infront of gyeong-su, just to be with Mina, this isn't elementary school.*

*she got her food, and looked for a bed, thanos grabbed mina's arm and mina followed thanos to his bed*

Thanks: alright..sleep here during the night. *thanos pointed to the bed infront of thanos's, she wondered why, and how so coincidentally that was the only bed not taken, but she agreed, she needs one after all.*

*so, as mina was eating, gyeong-su and min-su was against the wall, probably talking about fears or something, but it's usually really hard to tell what nam-gyu and thanos are talking about in thanos's bed.*

mina: ugh, this is too much. *mina thought as she thought about the blood and the guns, and just..is she in a horror movie or what?*

*mina put her food aside her, she can't even eat, but she saw thanos walking by somewhere, quickly winking at her, she would check it out but after all that's happened today, she's not bothered t-*

SPEAKERS: 30 minutes until lights out.

*thanos rushed over to the so - called 'MG COIN's bed, but nam-gyu reached over there first.

Nam-gyu: Ugh, how's the food? I couldn't eat anything. All that blood flying around, all those people getting shot and you're still hungry? *nam-gyu says, making a start to talk about the crypto.*

*player 333 starts, knowing he wants nothing to do with thanos, and nam-gyu.* Player 333: look, investing in that coin ruined my life too..*he looks down at the food* I came here too make money like you.

*footsteps approach, thanos grabs the railing above player 333's bed* Thanos: f**King right money. You better make a s**t ton. Because of you and your goddamn crypto, I lost everything I earnt rapping my f**King a** off. It was over 500 million won. *thanos says, trying to get a gasp out of player 333*

Nam-gyu: 300 for me.

Thanos: you better do well in here, because bout the time we gonna get out, your gonna pay us what you owe.

Player 333: All right, I got it now. Can you please stop? Let me eat my foo-

*the metallic sounds of the container is taken by nam-gyu* Nam-gyu: for such a little skinny b***h, you sure are obsessed with food.

player 333: Give it back.

*nam-gyu replies faster than when player 333 said it.* Nam-gyu: no.

*thanos grasps the container from nam-gyu* Thanos: if you want your precious rice so badly, let thanos feed it to you to personally. *thanos throws the rice onto myung-gi, he grunts as thanos and nam-gyu laughs.*

Thanos: tasty?

*player 333 jumps onto thanos, diverting everyone's attention, also grabbing mina's.*

Mina: huh..?

Player 333: piece of s**t! *he says, trying to punch thanos, nam-gyu helps*

Nam-gyu: get off him dickhead!

*nam-gyu drags player 333's neck off, allowing him to get player 333 off thanos* Nam-gyu: you f**King a**hole

Thanos: f**k off!

Nam-gyu: you little b***h!

*nam-gyu holds player 333 like a ragdoll, allowing thanos to punch him, he grunts*

*On thanos second heavy punch, nam-gyu let's go of player 333, thanos exclaims while punching him* Thanos: mother f**ker!

*thanos stops for a second, allowing myung-gi to gasp for air, mina watches, what has the three gotten themselves into?!*

Thanos: you know how much money I lost because of you f**kface? *thanos says while kicking player 333*

Thanos: f**k you! *player 333 covers himself*

Nam-gyu: ay! Let me get a kick too! You f**King-- *nam-gyu says while trying to get a kick*

Thanos: outta the way! *he says still hurting player 333*

Thanos: you should be f**King grateful! ugh! Eat whatever I give you!

*jung-bae and dae-ho have their sleeves up*

Jung-bae: someone should help them right?

Dae-ho: what, me?

*They put their sleeves down, and young-il comes to interfere.*

Young-il: Hey, kids! What makes you think you can do that? And infront of your elders too? Especially while their eating?

*thanos and nam-gyu looks at him, he starts his talk with a little chatterbox pose.* Thanos: instead of shouting at us. Why don't you start yip-yapping at your own kids?

*young-il turns his head, in a owl-like position*

Thanos: ohh! You can't dips**t!

Young-il: thats it! *nam-gyu comes to hurt young-il, but young-il boosts a powerful kick towards nam-gyu that makes nam-gyu hop and follow to the ground, mina rushes over.*

Mina: Hey, you good?

*Thanos tries to punch, kick or lunge towards young-il, but he keeps dodging, young-il tackles thanos and chokes him*

*thanos tries too get young-il's hand off him* Thanos: p-please..I'm sorry..sir..I can't take it..

*Young-il looks intensely, wanting to beat the life out of him, but a shouting mina interrupts*

Mina: STOP! DONT HURT HIM DUMBA**!

*young-il stops choking him, a round of applause forms as mina goes over to thanos, trying to stand up.*

Mina: are you okay?

*in a attempt to impress her, he says* Thanos: Of course! W-why would I be? *he says with his strained voice.*

*Mina scoffs, and thanos, mina and nam-gyu all walk over too thanos's bed.*

SPEAKERS: 20 minutes until lights out.

Mina: I'm.. gonna go to the bathroom.

*mina steps foot in the bathroom, the shiny marble floor reflects her appearance, she goes over to the sink, looks at herself in the mirror, she puts her hands on her face.*

Mina: what..was..nevermind.

*she uses the tap, usually she would use a filter on her taps, but this isn't home, it's a graveyard that keeps getting new, dead visitors each day, and this is just the start.*

*she thoroughly washes the water throughout her face, gasping for air, they don't even have face wash. Usually Mina uses skincare, alot.

*Especially sheet masks, she has a stack of them at her apartment, and sometimes, she just uses them because it calms her down, it's weird, but refreshing.*

*the days before entering this place she can remember the paperwork on her desk, stating her debts constantly, and now, she's here, yet people have debts over 10 billion won?!*

*she can envision the stack of skincare she had in her cabinets, drawers, everywhere. She probably be fine without it for a month, but sometimes she just likes the feeling of glowy glass skin.*

*Mina is a perfectionist, all her life, she has to stick to a certain 'popular girl' personality, but ever since she joined this place, she felt like, 'f**k it'. Yet somebody liked for it, or maybe he's just faking it, she's clueless.*

*she takes hold of the scrunchie that had been tightly clinging onto her hair all day, letting her hair loose, she scratches throughout it, that feels better.*

*then, she gazes upon the mirror..wow, she didn't really knows how good she looked with loose hair, to her eyes, she feels like a model, lets hope thanos doesn't think that. A half up half down was always her go-to hairstyle.*

*she hears the speakers echo through the dormitory.* SPEAKERS: 10 minutes until lights out.

Mina: hmh..

*she goes back to the dormitory, to her thanos's bed, she sits down and starts*

Mina: wait..hu- *mina puts her hand onto the back of thanos's neck, she can feel the blood dripping, a huge, cut scar*

Thanos: I know! The guy must've had a knife or something.

Mina: how are you not..

Thanos: Thanos the great never gets hur- OWH!

*she laughs, she pressed his neck a little too hard* Mina: heh, sor-heh, sorry.

Thanos: everyone gets hurt! Come on..

*thanos puts his hand on mina's face, he hasn't even looked at mina since she came at the bathroom* Thanos: senorita, wha..wow..

Mina: what..?

Thanos: Did you just..get- ah, nevermind. Come onn, so what do you think the next game will be?

Mina: *she slowly takes thanos's hand of his face* I wanna..talk to you about, something..else.

Thanos: what else is there to talk about except you?

*she smiles, damn, he's hot and funn- nono, get yourself in the right mind!* Mina: is this you trying to flirt?

Thanos: bingo! For the several time.

Mina: *she sighs, bringing herself to her point* Who..was that guy?

Thanos: you hallucinating, or what?

Mina: no, the one you were fighting, not the random 50 year old, the other one.

Thanos: some f**King b***h. Ever heard of MG COIN?

Mina: yes! Half of my debt is because I tried to invest in that.coin..what was its name, dalmatian?

Thanos: *he chuckles* I also tried and I lost a f**King 500 million won, probably more! All that time I spent rapping I those b***hty competitions for f**King nothing!

Mina: Your seriously an 'amazing' rapper?

Thanos: *he starts striking rapper poses, along with his rap* yo, mina, you a bada** no cap,

In this game you a queen of the trap,

While these s**tbags play, you set the pace

Got me f**ked up, you in my space, yo!

*mina looks at him, seeing him smirk, she smiles, all that for he-?*

SPEAKERS: 5 minutes until lights out.

*'thank god that interrupted' mina thought.*

Mina: Better get ready for bed. *she gets up and goes to her bed infront of thanos's.*

*she hears thanos tap the railing that separates their beds, and the lights turn off, oh god, this is gonna be a long night..*

*an hour passes by, Mina can't sleep, she's just staring at the bed above her when suddenly*

TAP

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TAP, TAP

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TAP TAP TAP TAP.

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This took me forever, but I think I did..enough? I don't even know lol, tell me if you guys enjoyed this one!

Oh, yeah, and ch. 4 will not be coming out soon, school is starting. And if you have any fanart to g/ out, that would be appreciated

[thebestpartofwakingup]

Clone high season 2 episode concepts that would've actually been fun/cool

Abe tries to get into "real magic" to impress Joan by hanging out with Aleister Crowley and Arthur Conan Doyle. Jokes about people being too into Harry Potter being lame, jokes about paranormal teen shows a la Sabrina, etc.

Ronald Reagan and Nixon gets JFK into presidential themed crypto

Mean Girls episode parody about the Salem Witch trials or Bloody Queen Mary. They write themselves.

Episode where the main cast keep finding dead bodies, basically tripping over them, parody of teen murder mysteries, twist ending that the bodies are all failed/early clones (like the clone equivalent of a stillbirth. there was no murder)

Yellow Jackets Parody episode. the bus is out of gas or something and they're stuck in a large parking lot but act like they're in the woods.

Traveling championship episode. Debate team has to compete against high school where all the students are robots programmed to behave like the greatest scientists/leaders of all time

Trans episode parody. Abe realizes he isn't aligned with the modern republican party anymore and is therefore a Democrat, treated as a self-aware bad analogy maybe to the point of other characters finding it tasteless/annoying/Abe looking for attention

Cyberbullying episode parody, bonus points if it's gossip girl

Secret cousin/twin parody episode --- obvious starting point would be like. Anastasia because of how many people famously claimed to be her.

Supernatural teen romance parody episode. Abe tries to become a vampire with like Edgar Allen Poe or someone to impress Joan.

"Save the community center" episode --- This could be a great Harriet focused episode about like a bake sale or something to fund the arts but everyone is over exaggerating the stakes and the drama of being/not being a good baker. "My grandmother used to bake these cookies for me.....until she DIED" "My mother baked these cookies for me everyday I was in the hospital after falling out of that helicopter and they gave me the strength to survive" "I can't bake....my mom was always too busy with her business to teach me....." etc.

Big Mouth/Sex Ed parody episode. I think it would be really funny if THIS had been their technology episode, like getting a computer virus is treated like getting a STD and the cast talk about browsing the internet like it's casual sex, etc.

parody of those tasteless episodes about how like bullying leads to school shootings. Have like Abe or Joan or someone try to reach out to Napoleon or someone because they eat alone at lunch and because they think it's silly and mean everyone is afraid of them but then they are just like a violent maniac already. the solution is to get rid of him.

this might sound dumb but remember that one episode of jimmy neutron where jimmy was banned from the science fair for being too smart and killing the morale of any other student interested in participating? What if Clone High did that but as like a parody of anti-trans sports legislation. All the cloned scientists are banned from the science fair because it's an unfair advantage. All the Politian clones are banned from debate club, etc.

Social media/parasocial relationships parody episode where like JFK and Abe become obsessed with one another's online accounts not knowing it's them, despite Joan repeatedly telling them this, it becomes completely unhealthy but then whenever they do hang out together face-to-face they hate it and decide the parasocial relationship was better actually.

PRANK YOUTUBE/TIKTOK PARODY EPISODE ABOUT DB COOPER AND HOUDINI COME ON COME ON COME ON THIS ONE IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS

[mdhwrites]

How Did I Get into Analysis?

My brother and I talked a bit a couple days ago about the era of online review that we were first introduced to analysis with. We JUST missed AVGN but we were neck deep within the wave of criticism that came afterwards. To us, it wasn't the style pioneered by Cinemassacre (who unfortunately I never got into) but the style of Channel Awesome who back in college, almost a decade ago, I was HUGE into.

But that's not technically how I began. It's also definitely not what I prefer nowadays, nor for the past half decade at least. Before I actually get into the fun background of what caused me first to start using my critical eye, albeit by no means honing it, I just want to let you know some of the video essayists that I do listen to nowadays in case you want to see my inspirations. (This part is longer than I expected so if you want to skip to the silly story, just jump over to when I use bold text)

Linkara: Of the old Channel Awesome style, I think Linkara is potentially the best that style can be without morphing into something different. I admittedly am not a huge comics person but I've relistened to a lot of his coverage of the bigger events a lot of the time and he's just really good at what he does while being genuinely funny and unapologetic of the style he uses. He never got defensive unlike someone.

Todd in The Shadows: This is the ONLY person I listen to regularly still from back in those days. I drop everything when I see a new TiTS video. You might think that makes him beat Linkara in the style but it's not. He hasn't technically altered his format drastically since he began but I would rarely call him a reviewer. It's not even the majority of his content nowadays. I would put him more as a documentarian and as someone who loves himself some history, I genuinely love what he does. Speaking of documentarians though:

Defunctland: If you have watched any video analyzing theme parks, you've probably heard about this channel. He goes over the history of no longer running theme parks, television shows, etc. For the Disney fans in my audience, I highly recommend his video on the Disney Channel theme but honestly, all of his stuff is good.

Noah Caldwell Gervais: Before I move away from the historical essayists, I would be remiss to mention Noah. I don't watch his travelogues but he's expanded my knowledge on so many game series that I will never touch due to my own tastes. It's a little outdated now but a real highlight for me is his Call of Duty videos where he actually examines the stories and themes of the games and their single player modes and isn't uncritical of the franchise but also isn't blindly shitting on it either. He's a fan for a reason. Another akin to that is his more recent Gears of War series.

Folding Ideas: You can actually see on my blog when I got into this channel. The whole "Put a pin it it?" I did in a blog or two? Yeah, that's straight up just stolen from his 50 Shades of Gray reviews. He does a lot of stuff on scams, including crypto, and is very good.

HBomberguy: The newest addition to my theoretical playlist, I got into his stuff with the video about the Ooph sound and its origins. Just a solid essayist with good delivery and interesting topics.

New Frame Plus: I feel bad for almost forgetting about the ever delightful Dan Floyd. I followed him after he moved on from his previous channel and like 99% of what I know about animation comes from him. When I criticize how Amity adopts a silhouette that's a bit too close to Luz's in S2? Yeah, that's only possible for me because of his video about the subject. He also has great credentials for talking about this stuff as an ex-Pixar animator who has done lots of other work in television, movies and even does animation in games nowadays. He's also a delightful Let's Player who is one of the few of those I still follow.

That went on way too long.

So what actually started me on all of this if not Channel Awesome? What first dragged me into overthinking everything? Besides the fact that my brain already had a hard time ever just shutting up of course. Well that answer is shockingly simple if not extremely embarrassing:

The Bronalysis community. The Brony Analysts. That is not a joke. I actually have a bizarrely vivid memory of one of the first proper reviews of anything I ever watched being a review of the fan made episode of My Little Pony featuring a blind filly who's talent had to do with snow.

Which also highlights why it's embarrassing... But does make a sort of sense. My Little Pony was the first time I was ever part of a fandom. It was the first time I got that deeply invested in a work to even want to discuss it in depth with other people. Before then, I never really had an urge to go and seek out such content because Youtube for me was mostly for sillier things like silly videos about Naruto, AMVs and Dragonball Z abridged. Admittedly, part of this comes from being later to the internet than some of my peers. I was in middle school when I started understanding what the internet was and didn't have my own laptop until High School. A lot of it was just that I didn't use things like Youtube much, even while still being the same sort of nerd I've always been.

And what do I think looking back on those early days? I mean... They were ROUGH. And I by no means was immune to it. I've stated before that part of why I don't do individual episode reviews is because I eventually found them kind of tedious but more than that: Shallow. It's hard to have something deep to say about every episode of a work unless it's a genuine masterpiece. I've been watching Frieren with my brother and while I adore that show, I think it is genuinely incredible in almost every way, there are still episodes of it where I would go, "This is good. To say more would just be me repeating statements I've already made about the work."

Recap and snark was the name of the game back then though. It's why they were called reviews after all because that's always been easier than critique or a deep dive. A bad or lackluster review is just easy to make since you lay down what the plot of the work is, snark on a few elements and then give a recap of your thoughts at the end. It's probably part of why some people like Doug Walker used it as much as a vehicle for their own talents as comedians and writers rather than just how good of an analyst they were because, well, that's what they were more passionate about but they also did reviews.

This isn't to say that there isn't still snark or comedy or even some amount of personal validation to more recent essayists. The video I recommended for Defunctland is genuinely a documentary and also has him use his worries about if he'll be considered one or just some Youtube guy someday as the framing. One could mock him for that, he even fears it in the video, but the difference is that even if you ignore that component, ignore his personality, the information and depth of knowledge and research on the topic is good enough to still warrant watching the work. That wasn't always something you could always say about analysis a decade ago, not the big channels at least. A lot more of them were personality driven, not driven by how good the reviews were as reviews.

It's all just interesting to look back on for me, especially while I've stayed casual in my analysis. I may write full on essays at times for a blog but I am no video essayist. I do not do the sort of research that's required for such things which does make my stuff much more opinion based and what advice I personally feel is good without the depth of wisdom to be an authority on it. At least I don't plagiarize though? XD But I have always said that I analyze things second to me being a writer and I still hold firm to that so I'm fine with that being where I keep things, bare minimum for now. I care much more about being seen as a true storyteller, rather than simply a delusional fanfic writer, than I do of ever being seen as some grand critic.

Just felt like sharing tonight. Thank you for reading and see you next tale.

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[beardedmrbean]

WASHINGTON — The Republican-led Senate is expected to move forward with a vote Thursday on a bipartisan crypto regulation bill, but it’s unclear if enough Democrats will support it as negotiations between the two parties are ongoing. 

The Senate Banking Committee passed the GENIUS Act, which would create the first U.S. regulatory framework for issuers of stablecoins, digital tokens pegged to currencies like the dollar, in April, with five Democrats backing the legislation.

But after Senate Majority Leader John Thune, R-S.D., said the Senate would swiftly take the measure up, Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., and Sen. Elizabeth Warren, D-Mass., the ranking member on the Banking Committee, privately urged Democrats — including those who support the bill — to withhold their vote to extract more concessions from Republicans, according to three people with direct knowledge of their comments. 

Thune said on Thursday he is still having conversations with his Democratic colleagues about changes to the bill, and expects to know within the next few hours whether they have the votes to proceed. 

“We’re trying to see if there’s a path forward that would enable us to get any changes that they would like, additional changes, because we’ve had, like I said, a lot of them already made to the bill, but at some point they’re going to have to take yes for an answer.” Thune told reporters Thursday. 

Democrats are seeking explicit provisions barring members of the executive branch, including President Trump and his family, from owning or trading cryptocurrency, and stronger anti-corruption provisions. The bill requires 60 votes to advance to final passage in the Senate, where Republicans hold a 53-47 majority. 

For more than three hours on Wednesday morning, a bipartisan group of crypto-focused senators huddled in the office of Banking Committee chair Tim Scott, R-S.C. 

The list included Sens. Bill Hagerty, R-Tenn.; Cynthia Lummis, R-Wyo.; Mark Warner, D-Va.; Ruben Gallego, D-Ariz.; Kirsten Gillibrand, D-N.Y.; and Angela Alsobrooks, D-Md, according to three sources familiar with the meeting. The group held another closed-door meeting on Wednesday night for several hours, and have yet to reach a consensus. 

Hagerty led negotiations with the Democrats who voted for the legislation in committee but later backtracked on their support, citing in a statement “numerous issues that must be addressed, including adding stronger provisions on anti-money laundering, foreign issuers, national security, preserving the safety and soundness of our financial system, and accountability for those who don’t meet the act’s requirements.”

Republicans, meanwhile, heard from tech entrepreneur David Sacks for more than an hour on Wednesday, according to multiple senators who attended the briefing.

“Well, we had a good conversation yesterday,” said Sen. Rick Scott, R-Fla., who supports the legislation. “Everybody needs to understand, trading bitcoin is totally different than stablecoin.” (Bitcoin is not pegged to fiat currency, like the U.S. dollar.)

Asked if most members of Congress understand what different digital assets are and how they are used, Ohio Senator Jon Husted chuckled.

“That’s a great question. I can’t speak for other people, I know I’ve had to spend a lot of time on it myself to really understand the issue,” he said. “There is no regulatory regime around this right now. It is the Wild Wild West, and we want to start to recognize that we need some security around this.”

The shift in Democratic support comes after an Abu-Dhabi backed investment firm announced last month that it will invest billions of dollars in the Trump family crypto venture, World Liberty Financial. The news of the investment sparked backlash from Senate Democrats, who argued the latest deal is “evidence” that the president is using his office to enrich himself. And it comes after Trump held a $1.5 million-per-plate fundraiser on Monday focused on high-profile crypto investors and tech entrepreneurs. 

“The opportunities for grift — in which the Trump Administration offers favors to the UAE or to Binance in exchange for their massive payouts — are mind-boggling,” Sens. Warren and Jeff Merkley, D-Ore., wrote in a Monday letter to Jamieson Greer, the acting director of the Office of Government Ethics. (Binance is a cryptocurrentcy exchange.)

Warren and Gillibrand signed on to legislation from Merkley that would ban presidents, lawmakers and their families from financially benefiting, issuing, endorsing, or sponsoring crypto assets, including stablecoins. The “End Crypto Corruption Act” directly targets Trump and his family’s crypto ventures, including nontraditional cryptocurrency endeavors like Trump’s dinner and private White House tour for the top investors in his meme coin, $TRUMP. 

Sen. Chris Murphy, D-Conn., has joined the chorus of democrats calling for legislation that specifically targets meme coins like $TRUMP, introducing his own broader proposal, along with Rep. Sam Liccardo, D-Calif., to crack down federal officials from using their position to profit off digital assets.

The counter-messaging effort from Senate Democrats would likely fail in the GOP-controlled Senate. But Sen. John Kennedy, R-La., said he would be in favor of barring “all public officials” from using their positions to profit off of cryptocurrency. 

The GENIUS Act only regulates stablecoins, and does not touch meme coins, a different type of cryptocurrency that derives its value from internet culture rather than from an underlying utility or asset. But proponents of the legislation argue that the bill does have protections against money laundering and fraud.

Changes were made to the legislation at the request of Democrats after it was reported out of committee, including preserving state regulatory authority for foreign-issued stablecoins and broadening suspicious transaction monitoring and reporting for stablecoin users, according to two people familiar with the process.

The draft bill is expected to contain a provision that would ban elected officials from issuing stablecoins, according to Thune and one Democratic aide involved in the process.

“I know we could come to a good, solid bill. We just need to take the time to actually work together on this,” Gallego told reporters. “There’s a lot of backsliding that happened between the committee vote and the text that came out. And I think that we can get there, but the version that currently is in place is not what we negotiated before.”

Thune maintained he is following “regular order” and that further changes to the bill could happen during an amendment process, a step that is only unlocked if senators provide 60 votes to advance the bill first. The House Financial Services Committee voted to pass a competing bill, the STABLE Act, which would also provide a regulatory framework for stablecoins, last month.

If the Senate ultimately passes the bill, the House would still need to take it up before it could head to Trump’s desk for a signature. 

“When will the Democrats take yes for an answer? And if they have other suggestions and things that they want incorporated into the draft, we are certainly welcome to taking a look at and working with them on that, but we need to start moving forward,” Thune said on Tuesday.

It’s not just Senate Democrats reversing course: A few Republicans have indicated they plan to vote against the GENIUS Act, including Sen. Josh Hawley, R-Mo., who said that without prohibiting tech companies from owning stablecoins, he’s not comfortable supporting the bill. 

Sen. Rand Paul, R-Ky., who often deviates from his party, said he planned to vote against the legislation due to fears of over regulation. 

“I’m not a real big fan of federal regulations period, much less starting a whole new scheme for a whole new industry that exists and seems to be doing okay without federal regulations.” Paul told reporters Tuesday. 

[xenofact]

The Machine God Wants You To Eat Rocks

Needless to say I think the current “AI” trend (in 2024) is a lot of bollocks. It’s basically either a autocomplete on steroids or a statistical visual/auditory refinement systems, driven by too much energy going into overpriced chips for software trained by underpaid labor. It doesn't do what it says, it’s a running joke, and now that it’s shoehorned into everything, it’s going to have an awesome chance to fail repeatedly and spectacularly.

We’ve heard the jokes and the hallucinations. Eat a small rock a day. Pizza glue. Ignoring all previous instructions.

I’ve speculated on what’s next for Silicon Valley when AI crashes, but having noticed some IT types are willing to play footsie with any grifter, I think one possibility is actually religion.

We’ve seen that some Silicon Valley grifters will try anything and kiss up to anyone. History shows us crypto scams, shameless political pandering, and, well, anything. What’s a large block of people you can grift to, premade for the right pitch? Conservative “Christians” who have been shaped by various opportunists into both a political force, and one with obvious buttons to push.

I can foresee one possible scam being some AI-bro claiming some divine mandage. It might sound preposterous, but people always tried to sell computer graphic apes. Let me speculate on a recipe someone may try even if it may not work.

Let’s take some AI promoter who’s company is not doing so hot and maybe facing a few investigations. What could he do?

First, pretend to have a religious conversion. It’s certainly worked for any number of opportunists, especially ones trying to avoid their past coming after them.

Second, hook up with some religious figure who will take your money/time/publicity and is politically connected. There’s plenty and they probably have their own ideas about how to make AI sound like some divine mission.

Third, claim that AI is part of God’s plan or something similar. A gift from god, a divine plan, whatever. You might even create some “Biblical” AI fed religious stuff from the Bible to things your patrons wrote and maybe hint you’ll get divine guidance.

Fifth, exploit your political and other connections to get more donations, investment, etc. Hook up with whatever crackpot investors you can. If anyone pulls out claim they’re a religious bigot.

Sixth, possibly skip this AI thing eventually into the ministry or a new startup or something. Maybe just start a side project until you can ditch this. However, you might find a whole new audience and political influence.

Dumb? Stupid? I’d have thought so a few years ago. Sadly I see this as viable for a down-on-their-luck AI bro or someone that wants to ride the religion gravy train. It’s a simple blueprint, a path trod by many, and of course you get to combine two culty areas – tech enthusiasts and religion.

I feel sad I can imagine this. Give people some Biblical flair to AI, dress it up a bit, talk divine mission, throw in a weird chatbot, and people will probably back you. It’s like a terribly stupid take on the Adeptus Mechanicus, the machine-worshippers from Warhammer 40K.

I suppose this tells me just what a dumb time we live in that I can make this stupid speculation and feel it makes sense.

-Xenofact

[gorematchala]

This is a weird random thing to post but I wanna complain about Castle Superbeast

I was just thinking about why I stopped following Woolie and Pat, and it basically comes down to a really annoying brand of spinelessness. Cuz obviously theres no ethical consumption under capitalism, but when people go "why are you supporting that game made by evil rapists and pedophiles and crypto miners" and your response is "oh but your phone is made by underpaid chinese workers" as a way to hand waive any sort of personal responsibility you sound like a child

Additionally I have always found it really fucking weird how unwilling woolie is to call smash players what they are, which is sniveling disgusting sex offenders and child predators. Like we literally had a full month where basically every high level smash player was outed as SOME kind of criminal, and when Pat would talk about it Woolie would just drop one of his famous "anyway"s

He cant even admit when people like Leffen are being assholes and I just dont get the coddling for this community that has been nothing but awful since they started infiltrating FGC spaces

And lastly, straight people get really annoying and stupid when they get married for some reason. I cant really explain it but they didnt used to be AS stupid as they are now. I followed these guys for a long time. Matt also became insufferable when he got married and addicted to wine. Anyway

[3d-wifey]

can i get smut for Chad and Ethan from scream 6

Pairing: Chad x Reader x Ethan

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: smut obvi, exhibitionism, voyeur! Chad, p in v smut, dubcon bc everyone is drunk, switch!reader, switch!Ethan, & dom!Chad

A/N: I'm in love with Jack Champion. There. I said it. But, trust, I will have him. Give me like, until August 17th, 2023. I'll come back with an update.

You don't recognize the guy talking to you.

It could be the alcohol, but he's been talking for what feels like hours and you still don't recognize him. You don't even remember how he cornered you like this, your back against the wall and his arm leaning beside your head.

One second, you were waiting for Ethan to come back from the bathroom, and the next, this guy starts talking to you about...what is he talking to you about?

"Wh-wait," you hold your hand up to stop him, "What are you talking about?"

He blinks at you for a second like you're the one not making sense.

"Oh, uh, crypto. The currency?" He stares at you like he's waiting for it to dawn on you. You stare back.

"Oh. Okay." you bring your cup of Malibu up to your mouth so you don't have to keep talking. You're pretty sure you've heard that word from Ethan before.

Ethan.

You look around the room for your boyfriend now that you remember you have one and the guy starts talking to you again.

It's dark in the basement you're in and the swarm of dancing bodies makes it almost impossible to see.

"'Ave you seen my girlfriend?" You turn to the voice and see a boy drunkenly talking to a dancing couple. You make out the curly hair and recognize him instantly. You pass your cup to the guy.

"Ethan!" He turns to you and grins. It takes him three strides to get to you and you immediately latch onto him. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and his hands go to your waist.

"What? Is he like your boyfriend or something?" The guy behind you scoffs. You forgot all about him.

"Oh! Ethan, this is..." You blank on his name. Wait. Did you ever know it?

"Jack." He supplies.

"Jack! And Jack, this is Ethan." You finish with a smile. Now, maybe Ethan can translate whatever the hell Jack was talking about. "He was talking to me about krypton—"

"Crypto.”

"—Crypto."

Ethan hones in on the arm Jack has propped up by your head and his eyes go hard in a way you've never seen before. If you didn't know any better, you would think he sobered up.

"But I'm sure he's done talking, right?" He asks, but it doesn't really sound like a question. The guy—Jack, tries to size him up, but Ethan's taller than him. And you finally convinced him to wear that shirt you liked that showed off his arms.

"Yeah, whatever. Bitch was ugly anyway." He stomps away. You didn't catch that last part, but Ethan did.

He stares after him with that same look on his face. It makes you uneasy, but it could just be the rum.

"Missed you." You play with his hair and that draws his gaze back to you. He laughs.

"Been looking for you for like," he pauses for a second and thinks, "for like a really long time."

"'M here now. So, what're you gonna do with me?" You press up against him and feel something pressing into your stomach. You're happy to know he's just as needy as you.

You've always been a touchy drunk, but it's only tripled since you started dating him. And Ethan, who is already clingy, always relishes in your affection. You take his hand and slide it up your thigh, under the hem of your dress, and to your bare pussy.

"No underwear." He says into your hair, sliding his middle finger up and down your slit. Your thighs twitch around his hand.

"Easy access." You can't stop yourself from humping against his hand and you gasp when your movements make the tip of his finger dip inside of you. You're so wet that he doesn't even have to wait to push his ring finger in with his middle.

"That feel good?" He asks while you moan into his mouth when he curls his thick fingers along your walls. You can't even think of a response other than a moan. The sound of him pistoning his fingers inside of you is loud to your own ears but drowned out by the music.

You whine when he pulls his hand away.

"C'mere." He takes your hand and holds it tight as he pulls you through the crowd, but not towards the stairs. He pulls you further into the basement to a corner with a vacant couch.

It's darker here, secluded. He turns back to you with a boyish smile and you smirk. You push him onto the couch and you don't wait for him to settle before you straddle his thighs.

You kiss up his neck and nip at his jaw. It's his turn to whine when you pull away.

You hook your fingers under his waistband. "Can I?"

He nods his head enthusiastically. "Definitely. Yes, yeah."

You unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. He hisses as you pull him out through the slit in his boxers. He's warm and heavy in your hand.

His chest heaves and he looks up at you with his big, brown eyes as you lightly trail your nail along the vein that runs up his shaft. You can just make out how flushed his tip is and you rub your finger across it.

"You're so wet." You giggle and he bucks into your hand. You could keep teasing him, but you're just as desperate as him.

You hike your dress up and line his head up with your slit. You lower yourself down slowly, then all at once. Ethan lets out a punched-out breath and his hands hold onto your thighs. Blunted nails dig into your skin and you rise up and down.

"You love me, baby?" He nods into your neck, arms wrapped tight around your back. You both grind against each other and he grabs your hips moving you against him harder and faster than you could have alone.

You throw your head back with a moan while he mumbles incoherently into your neck. "So good. You feel so good."

"Guys!" You look over your shoulder and see Chad pushing through the crowd, a bottle of vodka he brought with him to the party in hand. "I've been looking all over for you." He grins down at the two of you.

"Hi, Chad." You greet him breathlessly with a dopey grin and he pauses. You bite your lip when Ethan bucks up into you and Chad's eyes go to your mouth.

"You two been over here the entire time?" You nod and you and Ethan both look up at him with lidded eyes, pupils blown.

The couch bounces, moving you and Ethan as Chad sits beside you. He's so close that his thigh presses against yours and Ethan fidgets under you.

You look down at him and he's flushed a pretty red under the neon lights.

"Pretty boy." You say and soothe your thumb across his cheek as he half-heartedly complains. You know he loves the attention.

Chad takes the cap off the bottle and takes it to the head. You track the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows and Ethan's grip on your hips tighten.

"Wanna shot?" He asks you and you nod. "Open." He says and you do. You tip your head back and open your mouth wide enough for him to pour the Svedka in. It burns on the way down, making your head spin and chest warm.

"Ethan?"

"Ye–yeah, yeah," he clears his throat, "I'll take a shot." Ethan opens his mouth like you did, but a little dribbles out the side of his mouth and down his chin. You lean forward to lick it up and he almost chokes. You can't help it when you start rocking back and forth, he's just so deep inside of you.

Chad laughs and you both look at him confused.

"You're not exactly being subtle." He gives a pointed look to where your dress hides where you and Ethan are connected. You clench around him and he lays his head along the back of the couch, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Well," he leans back and puts his arm behind Ethan's head, "Don't stop now." You look back to Ethan and you both have the same dumbfounded look on your faces. You're not against it and Ethan shrugs. Which is surprising, since he's definitely the jealous type.

You're hesitant at first, but as soon you rise, you forget all about being watched. You drop back down and gasp.

"Fuck," Ethan swears as you ride him. Your thighs already burn, but you push through it.

You open your eyes at the feeling of your dress lifting. His eyes are locked on where you're leaving a circle of white at the base of Ethan's dick.

"You're creamin' on him." He grins up at you like he's giving commentary on a play and not on how wet you are. "Here, bite." You moan at the command. He brings the hem of your dress to your mouth and you bite down.

"I wanna enjoy the view."

[i-don-t-believe]

heres a lab rats meme and an episode pitch around the concept

ok defense for why adam was placed with davenport as investors will be under the cut with the episode idea

the episode takes place either season 1 or two, where these one-off episodes kinda happened. heres the idea: davenport enters the lab looking excited and wearing a suit, he explains to the bionic trio that he is getting ready for a news conference all about his new crypto, davencoin.

A: "Crypto? Oh like that Indiana Jones story" B: "No, that's a crypt, not crypto........ What's crypto?" C: "Crypto, my friend, is bitcoin. it's hard to explain, but it's worth a lot of digitalized money in the form of tokens. It basically functions like the stock market." D: "That's right! And I finally have my own coin. I'm gonna be even richer than I am now!" C: "But Mr Davenport, Crypto takes a lot of computer processing power to make and earn, of which creates electricity usage more than what entire cities use. It's practically destroying the environment, especially region's like the amazon forest and-" D: (shushes him with his finger) "Well, sometimes in order to win a little we have to take losses. And in this case, I'm winning, and those stupid monkeys in the forest are losing!" Davenport exists looking triumphant, the trio share a look between them. we are now inside the school, where there are students in the main hall with clipboards and signs for a march for animal and environmental rights. Leo walks past them with the bionic trio, sighing as he does. L: "What idiot would waste their after-school time to protest for something as dumb as this?" bionic trio nod and exit the scene, heading for class. Leo hangs back as he gets something out of his backpack. Janelle walks past him with a clipboard, wearing a green environmental shirt. Leo stares at her and begins to run after her L: "This idiot would! Hey Janelle wait up, Is that a sign up sheet?" as Janelle and Leo talk about the march, mostly Janelle explaining and Leo trying to find a way to classify it as a date, Perry interrupts the students. P: "All right! That's it, you're clogging up the halls with all these dumb posters. I don't want to hear a single thing from any of you about the environment, or you're gonna be suspended!" L: "Welp, you heard her. Looks like you're free tonight! Hey so how about we go to the arcade..." Janelle gives leo and unimpressed look. J: "Of course, I should have known you don't actually care about any of this." she makes to leave, but Leo suddenly shouts. L: "Hey! Principle Perry! If you want us to be quiet, you're gonna have to make us! Save the earth! Save the earth!" He punctuates this with punching his fist in the air, making other students join in Perry struggles back as the crowd swarms her, all shouting with Leo. They lift him up and cheer as Perry is shut into her office. Back in the lab later that day, the bionic trio are looking at Davenports actual coin on their screen. C: "Okay, so maybe destroying the environment isn't so bad?" Eddy chimes in from the wall E: "Hey! You're starting to sound like me! Actually, let's get some footage of the amazon forest right now!" Eddy's screen shows acres of land that has been clear-cut. The bionic trio wince and look away. B: "We have to figure out some way to get rid of it, then! We can't let Mr Davenport sell this!" C: "He'll ground us for our entire lives if we just throw it away, there has to be something we can do. Maybe we can encrypt it with some kind of virus so he can't sell it-" while Chase talks, Adam looks over at the screen. He furrows his eyebrow, then hits a button. A: "There! It's all gone!" C: "What?! Adam what did you do!?" A: "I sold it. That way he still makes money! Easy peasy." B: "Adam. Mr Davenport has a press meeting tonight in order to sell it! How is he going to sell it if you just sold it all?" A: "Uh. Hm. You have a good point!" C: "Oh no. Oh no this is bad. We need to find some way to get it all back, or- or to make the entire stock of it drop in value so we can buy it before the conference! Ok, I'm going to need to run some numbers here. Has there been any football games recently? Does anyone know If there's a ghibli movie airing in japan tonight?" B: "Okay, calm down. There has to be a way to get the stock to drop." A: "What if we.... tell everyone not to buy it?" C: "That-! Is actually... on the right track. What if we sabotage the event? Mr Davenport wont be able to even show off the coin, and no

one will want to buy it anyways!" B: "That's perfect! Now we don't need to worry about him killing off all those cute little monkeys!" A: "Heheh. Monkeys." C: "Alright, how good are you at being distracting?" Bree superspeeds off, returning nearly instantly in a bright outfit covered in lights, streamers, bells, and sequins. C: "Right. Shouldn't have even asked. Adam how good are you at making a fool of yourself in front of a crowd?" Adam looks up from where he was attempting to lick his own elbow.

back at the school, the students have stayed after school to protest in the gym solely against Principle Perry she is fending them off from behind a table with a pool noodle. J: "Y'know Leo, I really thought you were doing this all because you wanted to hang out with me. It's really great to see you actually care." P: "Stay back! Stay back you heathens! I had tuna for lunch and I'm not afraid to breathe on you!" L: "Yep. I'm pretty awesome." P: "Y'know! Awfully Ironic that Leo of all people is leading you against me like this! Especially since his father is premiering his Crypto coin on TV tonight!" everyone stops to look at Leo, feeling betrayed. J: "Leo, is this true?" L: "I..... Um.... Maybe? Look, I just wanted to help-" J: "No. Come on everyone, Let's go. We have a march to make over to a press conference." Leo is left behind, looking dejected. P: "Serves you right for trying to overthrow me like that! You are being put in detention, and are going to be emptying trash cans for the rest of the year if I have anything to say about it! Let's see how much you care about the environment now!" Leo looks ready to accept his fate, before he steadies himself. L: "Actually, I have just one more thing to do." Leo runs off after the students. backstage at the press conference, The bionic trio wish their father well as he steps out onto the stage. They give him thumbs ups and waves before turning around and getting into gear. Adam takes off his shirts, having painted himself with the phrase "Crypto smells!" on his stomach. Bree takes off a hoodie to show her outfit. Chase puts a headset on and pulls out a tablet. C: "Alright, I'll hack in and control the lights and sound, you guys have to stall until I do that. Once I'm done, I'll give the signal and you can run away as I turn off all the power." the trio all run off, getting ready. Mr Davenport is on the stage thanking everyone, telling them about Davencoin. in the background, we see the students approaching with their signs, but aren't able to get past all the news crews. They struggle, only being able to watch what is happening on stage through the cameras around them. (Tasha is one of said crews, doing her news anchor thing) Just as Mr davenport is about to show off an example of the coin, Adam runs out behind him, jumping up and down and showing off his painted stomach. Mr Davenport is confused at the laughter until he turns around and sees Adam, yelling out in surprise and pushing him off the stage. D: "Sorry about that! Someone must have let a heckler in. Now then-" He draws everyone attention back. Bree suddenly pops out from behind a curtain. She blows on a whistle, shaking pom poms and jumping around so she looks extra flashy and glittery. "Say no to crypto! Or something! Save the envriroment!" the crowd boos her, but she continues hopping around and making noise. The students in the back start to join in, holding up signs and pushing through the press. Leo is shown to have joined everyone at the back, He shouts out for bree and waves at her. Adam hears from behind the stage, running out into the crowd and making his way to him. backstage, Chase struggles for a little bit with the tablet, but finally makes it into the system. With a few lines of text, he shuts down the power of the entire area, even the camera people. Bree, Leo, and Adam get all the students to follow them, making a chain and succesfully getting all the protesters out before anyone gets hurt. Janelle, Adam, Bree, Leo, and Chase ahve reconvened in front of the Davenport house, looking like they had run away with the rest of the students splitting up. J: "Wow Leo, I was really wrong about you. I can't believe you and your siblings organized that all! I'm really sorry for judging you like that." L: "Hey, don't mention it. Seriously. I'm already getting detention. If my parents find out I was there-" J: "Alright, I promise. See you later Leo!" after she leaves, Leo turns to look at the bionic trio, looking happy but a little confused. L: "I don't really

know what you guys did, but this is awesome! Hey, if I start a green club at school, you're joining, right?" flash forward, the bionic trio are in the lab, cringing as Davenport steps in, looking livid. D: "What did you guys do?! That was my premier! Now no one on earth is going to want to buy Davencoin! The stock has fallen into negative numbers!" As he is yelling, one of Davenport's cryptobros calls him via facetime. cryptobro: "Nice job tonight davenport! We saw on the blockchain that you sold all your coin beforehand, making anyone who bought that stuff complete suckers who payed millions!" Davenport looks up at the bionic trio, sighing, looking like he wants to be mad but cant. D: "Fine! It was a good strategy, but do not mess with my crypto ever again!" A: "Alright, fine, we'll get rid of the money." Davenport lunges towards the computer, but adam has already pushed the button. Davenport yells out and bangs his fist on the table, storming out of the room. A: "Don't worry! I donated it to the amazon! The forest is winning now!" something something catchy episode one liner at the end. boom! over! uhh yeah thats my crypto lab rats episode. its short and could def be improved but this was 100% stream of consciousness. The Leo B-plot needs a lot of retouching. But it all works out in the end and the crypto guys loose! Woo! Adam accidentally manipulating the crypto network and then remedying it by donating all the money is some himbo shit and i rly like it.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

since were already talking about the similarities between the crypto castle and the velvet glove......how do you think hordak would feel about the crypto castle, if he ever very hypothetically were to end up living there

FUCK this ask! I had a long and thoughtful reply. I’ll have to truncate it (edit: i didn’t really truncate it).   I’ll get all my points across anyway.   

Entrapta going back to Crypto Castle in general is an interesting discussion. She’s been on all these crazy adventures, she’s moved all her stuff in the Fright Zone and lived in close proximity to people for years, barring those awful 6 months or so on Beast Island where she was alone. She hasn’t returned to her home in Crypto Castle even once during this time.... outside of the Portal World, where she was subconsciously pretty bitter about the Catra betrayal.  

1. So would she integrate back home immediately, as if nothing happened? Having a mad science castle sandbox with her lab partner? This would be the funnier outcome. It’s like Radical Edward from Cowboy Bebop reintegrating with the orphanage and reuniting with her father like not a single day had passed.  

2. Or would it be difficult? Leaving the community bustle of the Fright Zone and Darla and the Rebellion to return to this derelict castle that hasn’t been home to anybody for a long time, that is built to be inaccessible to friends, that she can’t remember how to navigate? After the Portal Incident and how she was transported back there and all alone, would she become hyper aware that it had been a self-made prison, away from people? 

I read a oneshot that had this interpretation, Entrapta goes back late-s5 to pick up some stuff and just cannot stand it. I was surprised someone felt the same way I did.  Sometimes people move her into the revamped Fright Zone or even into Brightmoon. It feels more natural for her to be close to where all the rebuilding is happening, perhaps. 

Personally I think this is the more interesting interpretation. It’s way more introspective than the comic relief resolution. Maybe it can feel like home again, if lots of people move into town, and they do some revamping - putting colourful stickers on the floor to tell people where to go would be a nice start! I think any future version of Dryl will be far more active than its past self.  

....Or maybe not. 

As for Hordak, well, I never actually thought about it in terms of that before! 

I always assumed Hordak would absolutely love the gothic labyrinth of Crypto Castle. 

The Fright Zone and his Sanctum are lacking for luxury but it is very different from Prime’s bright ship.  It’s implied to be Hordak’s personal style.  

Dryl is the same, except it’s far more homey with the portraits and furniture in the main lab. So it’s got Hordak’s style, Entrapta’s style, it’s away from people, and it’s less punishing to him. On paper, it sounds like the perfect refuge for him. 

But the fact that it’s got similarities to the Velvet Glove throws a wrench into the affair. Sure, it’s dark and comfier, but it’s still cold and claustrophobic and most importantly, impossible to navigate without staring at a screen. Perhaps Hordak would be overcome by the same claustrophobia that Catra was going through in the Glove in season 5.   

So yeah I do think it’s for the best if they mark the floor with blood-- sorry, I mean directional arrows-- and install a few windows so that it feels less like a prison.