#and that's all for now. going to sleep bc i have work and all and I'm already sleepy but yeah just wanted to write that down

[ghostwitchboy]

So great that you're able to see light and sunshine coming out the world's ass for you. I've been actively fighting my depression for over a decade and have done everything I can to not succumb and guess what, everything good, even the little things, are still being ripped away from me systematically.

I was making progress. I was able to eat food without feeling sick for days. I was able to sleep normally. Some days were bad still but I could do things most of the time. I was back in school. Sure, things were rough, like my work study job was constantly cutting my hours till I could only afford the gas to get to school and not much else, let alone not being able to save, and I finally managed to leave my abusive relationship with someone who drained me dry emotionally, financially and in so many other ways and just so many things in my desperate escape from them. But I had support of friends and my granparents, who knew all of the trials and Horrors I've been through, the abuse by both partners and parents, the homelessness caused by both, the chronic illnesses I've never been able to look into because I've been too poor and to sick to try without insurance or travel.

So things were getting better in small ways, right? Ignore the news, finding out every day more of my rights are being stripped away, do my best to document the Nazi and fascist things going on in my government without being depressed about it, ignore the multiple genocides whenever it becomes to much to handle, resist by surviving and being happy when I'm too ill to go to protests and too broke to donate to relief funds, right? As long as these small good things keep happening, there's reason to have hope right?

And then my granparents told me they were done with me and once again I'm having to face homelessness with no net. My civil rights are being repealed and my identity erased by the fascists in power while I look at the requirements I don't meet to receive aid from homeless shelters and services because I wasn't fired from a job, I was a student who chose not to take summer classes and I'm not actively looking for one anymore because while I could spend hundreds of hours applying to jobs that don't actually exist, even if they did exist, they won't even give me an interview because my application is tossed out the minute their filters catch that I don't check mark the boxes saying I'm able and willing to stand for 8+ hours and carry heavy loads (I know because I did that for nearly a year before saying fuck it go back to school), therefore have control over my employment and and I'm disqualified from most aid. Or they require Medicaid, which I filed for back in November nearly a year ago and "Oh, you know they're just a mess right now, be patient", but since I don't have it in also disqualified from aid. And I never had the money to get full proper ADHD or ASD diagnoses and even when I got partially diagnosed in hs, my parents did everything they could to suppress it so The Family looked good, so I can't adult for federal disability, which also won't even spit in my directive because I was able to hold a semblance of a job or schooling in the past 5 years and routinely uses fake or dead jobs to justify denying people who've been applying for years. I have no car and can't get one because I have no money (literally only have$150ish left) and banks don't give loans to jobless homeless people with no equity. Every friend who cares about my wellbeing is living with their parents and living paycheck to paycheck and I cannot be a burden on them.

So not only is every big thing going wrong, but so is every little thing. And a half-spoken-word poetry piece of a song written by a fed and housed white man from Scotland four years ago telling me to get out of bed bc "beds are for sleeping and masturbating, and you've had about as much as the human body can take of either of those things" isn't going to magically make my bones not ache and space appear for me to exist in without fear or having to let go of every material possession I have because the gods know people hate the concept of someone who's homeless holding onto the belongings they've collected over their lifetime because that's too much dignity for that station of life to be allowed. No amount of jaunty "dah dah dah"s are gonna magically make every day worth living when every year, nearly every month or week now, things are getting worse and I'm more likely to be murdered for being trans than to ever own even an apartment at this point.

So fuck right off with your, "You're just in your early 20s, not everyone younger than 40 is hopeless, just look at the bugs, it'll be okay! :D" bullshit. I've tried that.

And now I'm running late for packing up my belongings, because the only good news I've had recently is that a friend was able to convince her mom to let me store some of my life in her attic and I'm working on a tight schedule to pack it up despite my aching joints and sore muscles and severe hopelessness because I'm goingto be 27 in a week and I'm still in the same place, still without a home, and people are more intent to ignore everything than to fucking do something about it for those of us who aren't as lucky.

[cfyslvr]

Hey so I saw your reqs are open!! So I've noticed a lot in the past of how people portray baji as super aggressive and violent in a relationship when I think he'd be pretty soft and always put his s/o's needs first. Please give me super cute sfw and nsfw hcs that you can think of baji x fem reader! Thank you!!

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺

summary :: tough looking guys that are actually softies towards their s/o!!

pairings :: keisuke baji × fem!reader, izana kurokawa × fem!reader, rindou haitani × fem!reader,

warnings :: aged up characters!! nsfw content, smut, possibly ooc, protected sex!, pet names, tit play, mommy kink, not proofread, mentions of rough sex, mentions of multiple positions (doggy, missionary, cowgirl etc), mommy kink, just me being biased, might contain spoilers ig(?), may contain grammar mistakes (either bc eng isn't my first language or bc I'm typing too quickly 🤷🏻‍♀��)

a/n :: YESS!! I've been thinking about this for so long and I'm glad I'm not the only one 🥹 I actually have a draft explaining this but for izana so I decided to make this a multi character drabble, hope u don't mind ㅠㅠ

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࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰

— SFW ::

you were most likely baji's first girlfriend, so he probably has no idea what he's supposed to do in a relationship (and I will die on this hill). he's nervous, get flustered at the sight of you, at the thought of holding hands with you or anything similar to that.

now, we all know that baji can be a bit... vile. burning cars when he's hungry, brutally beating people he believes he needs to.. yeah. but!! that's not the only reason he is believed to be super aggressive with his gf and all, it's also because he tries to act pretty nonchalant and cool, like his usual self around you because he's embarrassed of how flustered you make him! (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

at first, he's actually really good at keeping this cool guy nonchalant persona (atleast in public), but.. it's also super obvious he has a soft spot for you. he'd do cute things like fixing your hair, holding your hand, even being pretty clingy in private. it surprises you at first, but you grow used to it after some time.

he's so gentle with you :(( would literally never yell at you, even when he comes back from school/a gang meeting/a fight completely stressed, he would just pout and pull you into a hug because it calms him down<33 also gets super super mad if anyone else tries to yell at you. like, if you came to him crying because some guy was bullying you and everyone was just brushing it off bc "he probably likes you!" (why are we romanticizing abuse •n•), the next day your bully is coincidentally found passed out in some alleyway; if you had a fight with your parents, every time he comes over or sees your parents, he not-so secretly glares at them and makes sure to purposely mention something you were fighting about in a subtle way (example, if they were commenting about your weight or smt, he would make sure to voice a little too loudly how much he loves the way your body looks).

I could go on and on about him but I think I'll end it here cuz I have two more characters to work on!!

— NSFW :: honestly, baji gives me the type of guy who doesn't think of sex as something that's 100% necessary in your relationship and would be completely fine with waiting until marriage, but once you're his, you're his. he does not like the thought of sleeping around and even finds the thought of it a little weird, the thought of being intimate someone just for the fun of it didn't sound appealing to him.

most likely, he loses his virginity to you, and if you are a virgin as well, he's so gentle with you. he has you laying down on the white sheets under him, since it's both of y'all's first time, he figures that missionary is the safest position to start with (although he wouldn't mind experimenting with other positions in the future).

spends half the time just preparing you with foreplay, kissing your neck, sucking ur tits, thighs, licking up your stomach >< he'll eat you out so softly, so gently, slowly making out with your cunt, asking you "is this okay?" "am I making you feel good?" he just needs reassurance :(( it's his first time too!

once he was finally sure you're 100% ready for him, he first grinds his cock against your core, coating it properly (he probably heard of vaginal bleeding if there wasn't enough lubricant and the thought of hurting you scared him), he would 100% use a condom, atleast until both of you are comfortable to fuck without it.

after, once again, making sure everything was perfect and you were ready, he pushes in, slowly, painfully slowly in order to make sure it doesn't hurt, and if you show any sign of pain with your facial expressions or body language, he freezes until he makes sure it's okay for him to keep going.

once he's finally in, he waits for a full minute for you to adjust to his size before beginning to move his hips, once again, slowly at first. he groans, and despite wanting to be gentle with his pretty girl, he can't help but bite your neck (baji has a biting kink and I'll die on that hill), and he ends up accidentally doing it harder than he intends to, but not enough for it to bleed!

I always see people saying that he calls his s/o really degrading names, but I actually see him mostly calling often calling you like "pretty girl" (≧~≦⁠) I also think he's also good at edging himself, so even if he's so close it's painful, he wouldn't let himself cum until he's made you cum at least once.

when you're finally done, I feel like aftercare with him would be a bit awkward lmao. he would probably be too lazy to shower so he just cleans both of you up with a towel, helps you put your pjs on and falls asleep right then and there with you trapped in his arms. all in all 10/10 he's so sweet <3

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑨𝑾𝑨

— SFW ::

(gosh I love him sm ><)

we all know about Izana's past, which naturally causes a lot of trust issues, so I genuinely believe he would not get with just anyone, he needs to build trust with you as a friend before he first off accepts he likes you beyond friendship and then actually starts dating you.

once you finally move onto the next stage, he would still have a hard time fully trusting you. although he wouldn't be too distrusting, he would be the type of boyfriend constantly calling you when you're not home and asking those "where are you at?" "who are you with?" "when are you coming home?" etc etc.

I saw this drabble on tumblr where the creator compared izana to an untrusting cat and I love this theory!! at first (the first few months of your relationship), he would he a bit distant, not talking to you nor showing a lot of love to you for awhile (mostly because he didn't know how to do so, but also because he wasn't sure if you were 100% trustworthy), but every once or twice a month, he would come to you out of nowhere and become super clingy and needy towards you, like a cat. it confused you, but you decided to stay with him because you genuinely loved him and believed he would change.

and he did.

after those few months of being an untrusting cat, he realized that even though he was a horrible boyfriend to you, you still stayed, you still let him in every one of those vulnerable nights, always took care of him, always showed that you truly loved him. and he realized that he genuinely loved you too..

after that day, he started putting more effort into your relationship. he would take care of you in the form of beating up anyone who even looked at you wrong, made sure you were never in any danger, making sure you always got what you wanted, basically treated you like his little princess.

since I believe that izana is fluent in tagalog, I fully believe he would call you names like "mahal" (love), "prinsesa" (princess), "maganda" (beautiful) etc etc. (I used a translator for this so if anyone knows tagalog correct me if the translations are wrong).

he would be so worried about you being scared of him because of his reputation in tenjiku, so he would never want you to be present during his meetings/fights with tenjiku :(( also, although he did trust you, he didn't trust almost anyone else. the only person he would trust with you was kakucho, but other than him, he didn't want to see you with any other man. he was shamelessly possessive, but if it ever came to a misunderstanding (if he misunderstood you meeting with a cousin or smt like that) he would be so apologetic to both you and the cousin bc he genuinely wants to be on your family's good side :(

— NSFW ::

now, as I said earlier, izana does not trust just anyone, so I doubt he would ever be the type of person to sleep around. he sees lovemaking as the most vulnerable moment that a couple can go through and despises hookup culture. why would he sleep with someone just for the "fun" of it?

I also see him as someone who doesn't mind waiting for marriage, but I don't think he would last ㅠㅠ (although I fully believe he would not sleep with someone he's been with for like a year or so- as I said, he sees lovemaking as vulnerable and wants to create a strong relationship bond with strong trust with someone before engaging in such a vulnerable act).

he gives me the vibes of someone who is pretty 50-50 when it comes to if he likes it gentle or rough. sure, he does likes to come home after a stressful day (either after losing a fight with tenjiku or fighting with one of his gang members in the tenjiku timeline, or after a stressful day at work in the final timeline) and quite literally fuck the stress out with you. in those situations, he does like a good doggy style, just seeing your ass bouncing as he thrusts into you like a madman gets him seeing stars.

another thing I wanna mention is that I genuinely believe he would prefer wearing a condom, just because he doesn't want to risk you getting pregnant when neither of you are ready to be parents, also because he has a sensitive dick and he would probably cum in seconds from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him so snuggly ><

as I said, yes, he does like rough sex, but you wanna know what he loves? lovemaking. soft, loving, gentle lovemaking. he loves to scoop you into his arms and lay you down on the bed, whisper sweet nothings into your ear while slowly undressing you, gently kiss and bite at the skin of your earlobe, down to your neck, shoulders and collarbone before finally reaching your soft breasts, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

while distracting you with his mouth on your chest, he slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside of your tight hole, whining around your peak and giving both of you a moment to adjust before beginning to slowly move his hips.

izana has a mommy kink argue with the wall. as he's fucking you so slowly and lovingly, he's whining in your ear cuz, like I said, he has a sensitive cock, just repeating the sweet nothings while also calling you mommy over and over again and your eyes are just rolling back in bliss bc of how good it feels !! ><

he'll speed up his thrusts if you ask him to, bringing both of you equal amount of pleasure until you're cumming all over his rubber-covered dick and he follows right away, filling the condom up with his white cream.

aftercare with him is basically the two of you just laying there, wrapped around in each other's bodies and staring at each other lovingly in the comfortable silence until you two eventually fall asleep together (with him laying on your pretty chest)

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑰

— SFW ::

now.

I have a lot to say about this man right here.

but I also don't know how to word it.

I genuinely believe he's the type of guy who would act all tough and nonchalant but is the biggest loser when it comes to his s/o. (ughhh >﹏<)

he would try to put up this fake persona in public (especially around ran bc he knew he would tease him), but the second the two of them were alone, he would become the clingiest guy ever. he would love to cuddle with you, sleep on your chest, just straight up hold you. (I love him sm wthhhh)

he would love kissing u sm :(( on the lips, the cheek, on the forehead, nose, hand, neck, whereverrr. like every time the two of you would see each other, the first thing he does is grab your hand and kiss the back of it before doing anything else.

he would be super overprotective of you, not in a toxic way, he just doesn't want you to get hurt in any way :( he only has you other than ran and he can't bare the thought of you getting in any danger.

it's also a canonical fact is that rindou has a drinking problem, but he would genuinely try to at least get it under control or even completely stop drinking just for you :(( he would come to you and flex how long he's been sober, expecting praise from you (which you always give him because it gives him motivation to keep going).

he would love to take you out absolutely anywhere !! from shopping sprees and fancy dinners, to wholesome café dates and movie nights. he just loves to spoil you so much because he feels like you deserve it for sticking with him through the thick and thin <33

— NSFW ::

maybe I'm biased but I also believe rindou wouldn't mind waiting until marriage if you really wanted to, but if you were okay with premarital sex, you would probably do it within maybe a year and a half.

he also doesn't mind using a condom, but he would also want to experiment without one aswell.

yes, I do believe rindou would enjoy positions like doggy or cowgirl, but would also love slow and sensual lovemaking in positions like missionary. he would love to see your face as he rutted his hips into yours, you're just so pretty and he can't stop himself from staring at you with a shit-eating smirk on his face (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

I feel like he would be the type who prefers rough sex, he just loves pounding his pretty girl until he's fucked you dumb >< buuut, every now and then, he would love gentle lovemaking aswell!

he would love it when you ride him he gently, slowly moving up and down his dick while he held you by the hips, helping you lift yourself up and down his long, veiny cock. he wouldn't be as loud as izana, but he would let out soft grunts and groans, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder as he cums either inside of you or the condom.

aftercare with him is soft and gentle. he'll give you water and food if you wanted it, would bring you to the bath and help you clean up (also might fuck you one more time just to make sure ><). after that, he would dress you up and would go to sleep while holding you tightly in his arms. <3

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[crowfish-brainrot]

Facing the Consequences Part 2

Mistakes Were Made, and now its time for you to start Facing the Consequences. Emotions run high as your involvement with each of the men is revealed, because casual was never something that would last. This is gonna be messy, but it will end in a healthy (poly!) place!

CONTENT NOTES FOR ALL PARTS: 18+ MDNI. LaDs men x MC (you), Casual Sex, Pre-relationship, Complicated Feelings All Around. Smut & Angst. Smut with Feelings. No use of Y/N. Possibly ooc bc I'm still getting back into fanfic. Oral f&m receiving, p in v, unprotected sex bc its fiction, creampies, softdom!Xavier, brattamer!Zayne, brattyswitch!Rafayel, switch!Sylus, dom!Caleb brattyswitch!MC, but it's all fluid imo. light bond*ge, sp*nking, size difference, overstimulation, improper use of evol, semi-public sex. Nicknames used in all parts: canon nicknames as well as bunny, princess, love, & darling. F reader. MC is described as being curvy and strong with some fuller titties bc I love titties. Will eventually have MMF+. Unedited. You get this raw (just like our Lads!)

Zayne | Sylus (this part) | Zayne & Caleb | Xavier | Rafayel

Work, in short, turned out to be hell. Tara immediately picked up on your "strange vibes", and pulled you to the side to tell you that your uniform didn't quite cover the mark Zayne left on your neck. Always a good friend, she swore to keep your secret, but you could tell she had questions. Questions you didn’t want to answer.

As if that wasn't bad enough, you spent your entire day doing nothing but reports. You would've chosen field work any other day, but no wanderer attacks needed your attention. On the one day you itched for excitement, all was quiet. You needed something to distract you from your nerves about Zayne. He said he wasn't mad that you saw other people, but that didn't mean he'd want to continue seeing you like this. The thought of losing him broke through your mind every time your brain got tired of the reports, which was often. Sylus slept all day, and you had no one else you could talk to about your feelings. So, you simmered and waded through a day of reports with a short fuse.

You left work in a sour mood, and went home to take a short nap. Sylus had some work to do before he came to get you, a simple meeting you weren’t going to ask about. Not knowing was sometimes for the best. You barely slipped out of the leather corset before you flopped down on the couch, face-first, and passed out.

A warm, soft hand caressed the back of your head. The spicy, rich scent told you who it was before your eyes opened. You nuzzled up into Sylus’ palm with a content hum.

“You didn’t answer my calls, and Mephisto couldn’t see you from outside.” Sylus ran a thumb over your cheek. “I wasn’t sure what happened, but it seems my kitten has run herself ragged.”

You huffed and blinked your eyes open, giving him a sleepy pout. “I was just a little tired. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”

Sylus smiled, his ruby eyes glittering in the low light of your apartment. He slipped off his leather jacket, and you sat up a little on the couch, giving him room to sit down. He settled beside you, then pulled you into his lap.

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere. You can go back to sleep.”

You frowned into his chest. “Won’t that be boring for you?”

“If you’re that worried, I’ll put on a movie.” Sylus pulled the blanket draped across the back of the couch over you, and held you close. “Holding you is all the entertainment I need.”

Your heart squeezed and you nestled closer into Sylus’ hold. He was all well-toned muscle, but relaxed like this, those hard lines of his body softened into surprisingly plush pillows. He was so massive you easily curled up in his lap and lost yourself to the scent, warmth, and feel of him. In his arms, the stress of the day waned, and things slowly became less bleak in your mind. His presence alone replenished your energy and brought you peace. You half-dozed in his arms for about half an hour before you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. You were about to mention that you didn’t eat dinner when a knock sounded at the door, announcing that your food had been delivered.

Sylus set your confused self down on the couch and got up, taking the food then setting it up at your dining table as if he’d done so a thousand times. Things with you and Sylus never were casual, but the sight of the biggest, scariest boss of the N109 Zone humming softly to himself as he set the table for dinner made your relationship with him feel all the more solid. You were blending into one another’s lives, and that eased the lingering tension from your body. You stretched as you got up from the couch and padded your way to the table.

“How did you know I would be hungry? Or what I’d want to eat?” You asked as you took in the spread before you.

“Your habits are predictable, kitten. This is the third time this month you came home, passed out, and ordered this exact meal when you woke up.” Sylus sighed as he made his plate of food. “The Association works you too hard. If you worked for Onychinus…”

You rolled your eyes and pointed your plastic fork at him. “Yeah, yeah. Better hours, a handsome boss, better pay, all the benefits in the world. I know. I do like my job, you know. I’m just tired. And stressed. But that’s not the Association’s fault. This time.”

Sylus remained silent. Giving you room to speak about what was on your mind or change the subject. You took a few bites of food instead.

“What’s the cause, then?”

“Nothing. Just the fact that I’m facing the consequences of my actions,” you said. “It was going to happen eventually.”

“I’m guessing the news of you having other lovers wasn’t well received?”

You took a sip of your drink, something fruity and refreshing, then caught Sylus up on what he missed over the last few days. You told him everything, from your conflicted feelings about what happened with Caleb, to how Zayne reacted. You undid your collar to show Sylus the mark he left, and spiraled about what it all meant. In short, you word vomited something that you doubted made much sense. You were out of breath by the end, but you felt lighter with it off your chest.

“Here I thought your dear doctor was too mature of such a petty show of ownership.” Sylus’ eyes landed on the mark on your neck and he licked his lips. “Though, seeing his mark makes me want to leave one of my own.”

You slumped forward on the table to hide your blush. “I guess I’m just worried. I don’t want to lose anyone. Even if it makes me greedy or a bad person.”

“Bad people don’t concern themselves with such things, sweetie.”

You hummed, the sound thoughtful. Sylus filled the conversation with other topics so you could eat, telling you all about his most recent weapon acquisition. Some historical model. Rare, of course. He was always so controlled, but with you, in the warmth of your apartment over shared take-out, his excitement was palpable. He was so damn cute when he got excited, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

You two finished dinner and you climbed back into Sylus' lap before he got up. You curled around him, and his big arms pulled you close. With him sitting and you standing, you were just tall enough to sigh into his hair. "Thank you, Sy."

"For?" he asked.

"Just being you," you said.

He chuckled, low and rich into your chest. "You might be the only one on the planet who would thank me for such a thing."

You giggled softly and savored the warmth of his embrace, the steadiness of his hold, and the certainty you found in his arms. If everything else went to shit, you would always have Sylus as your anchor.

You kissed him. Slow at first, but it simmered into something more heated. Deeper. Like it always did when you two collided. This soul-deep ache to crawl inside his skin and consume him whole until you fused into one being. The kiss became something ravenous, something neither of you could, nor wanted to stop.

Sylus stood, lifting you into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door open and setting you down on your soft sheets. He went to pull away, but you clutched onto him and pulled. He followed your lead, covering you with his massive body. He pulled away to breathe, and you writhed beneath him.

"I thought you were tired, sweetie." Sylus teased, working his lips down your throat, before nipping at the mark Zayne left.

"I'm not. I need you, Sylus, please." You ran your fingers through his white hair, clutching him close. "I've needed you all day!"

"Is that so?" Sylus asked, his voice low. "Tell me exactly what you need from me, then."

His big, warm knuckles skirted down your ribs, over your shirt. He applied just enough pressure that you felt him, but you needed more. His palms settled just before the curve of your ass, and your head spun.

"Sylus!" you whined, the sound high and locked in your throat. "Please!"

"I'll give you anything you ask for, but you have to ask for it, kitten. If you don't tell me what you need, how can I give it to you?"

You made a frustrated sound. He always did this. Always made you tell him every single thing you wanted. Forced you to voice your desires, to own them. To demand them. Your other option was to control him, to pin him down and take what you needed. As fun as putting Sylus on his knees for you was, tonight you needed your head emptied, to not have to think or worry, or be anything but his.

"I need you to eat my pussy. I need you to stretch me wide enough to take your cock, then fuck me hard enough to shut all the noise out of my head. Mark me up. Leave bruises. Stake your own claim on my skin. Come inside me. Let me ride your face, then pin me in place with your evol until I forget how to speak anything other than your name. Please."

"That's my good girl." Sylus kissed you, hot and heady, then pulled away with a soft growl. "Strip for me, kitten. Let me see you."

You swallowed hard, but did as he asked, quickly unbuttoning your top and throwing it off to the side. You slipped your pants off next, and he peeled them off your legs. His garnet eyes trailed from your panties to your bra, then to your face, and he cursed softly under his breath. You sat up and scooted back on the bed, quickly undoing your bra and tossing it over his shoulder. He climbed up on the bed after you, making quick work of his clothing on the way. By the time you shimmied out of your panties, he was bare and throbbing before you.

Every time you caught a glimpse of Sylus' heavy cock, your head spun a little. He was so big. So achingly big you always felt him for days after he was inside you. How you managed to fit him, you never knew for sure, but gods, did you love the stretch. He settled down on the bed, lying flat. You sat over his face, facing the foot of the bed and your prize. Your knees barely sunk into the mattress before his arms bracketed around your thighs and pulled down.

You clawed at his chest, his name leaving your mouth in a breathy whine as you tried to find your balance. He didn't give you a chance. Sylus always ate your pussy like he was starving, like your taste and your taste alone sustained him. His thick tongue lapped at your cunt, then slipped inside, gathering the wetness you produced for him before he slipped back to circle your clit.

You reached for his cock, holding yourself up on one arm as you leaned over his body. He hissed when you took the head in your mouth. You moaned at the taste and weight of him, and stroked what you couldn't fit.

Sylus growled softly into your cunt, lifting his hips to feed you more of his impossibly long cock. Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch open, but you didn't let him fall out of your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks as your tongue rolled, and he moaned. Two thick fingers slipped inside your soaking pussy as his lips wrapped around your clit. He sucked as his fingers hit the perfect spot inside you, and you couldn't help but rock into his face.

He held you still, keeping you in place as he worked you open. He sucked on your clit, the pressure sending sparks up your spine. You struggled to keep your focus on his cock from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. You sucked and squeezed at the pace you knew he liked, trying to make him equally as blissed out as you.

You broke first. Sylus hooked his fingers just right, sucked at the perfect intensity, and growled into your cunt. There was no holding back. Your cry of pleasure was muffled around his thick cock as you gushed around his fingers.

You pulled away to catch your breath, but the warm buzz of his evol wrapped around your waist. One moment you were hovering over his body, and the next you were laid flat on your back with your legs spread wide, pulled almost all the way back to your shoulders. Sylus appeared between your spread thighs and slapped his massive cock over your still-throbbing clit.

“You’ve teased me enough, kitten. I need to be inside you.” He leaned down and peppered kisses from your neck, to your chest, then up again to your lips. His massive hands gripped at your thighs, applying the deep pressure you needed.

“Please, please, Sylus!”

He shuddered as he slipped the head of his length inside you. Your breath seized and your back arched. No matter how many times you’d taken him, the first push always stole your breath. He slid in slowly, letting you stretch and open up. Each glorious inch sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and all you were aware of was him.

His evol held you down, keeping you spread exactly how he wanted you. There was no escape, no way to run away from the pleasure. You were his prey, pinned down, and his to devour. He sank all the way inside you, and you both groaned. He held there, stretching you wide open. You whimpered, and he moved.

Long, slow strokes. All the way in, then almost all the way out. Slow enough for every vein on his cock to drag against your walls. You couldn't roll your hips to chase the friction, all you could do was take it. Every blissful inch. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you reached for Sylus. Your nails scraped down his chest, leaving angry red marks behind.

"Look at me," he said. Your eyes opened, glassy and wide with pleasure, and he cursed under his breath. His thrusts became faster, each heavy slam of his cock punching the air out of your lungs in sharp, needy whines. He leaned down, holding your gaze as he thrust into you. "Good girl. Keep your eyes on me as I fill you up."

"Sylus!" you moaned as he rolled his hips, hitting your sweet spot just right as he slid into your depths.

"Don't hold back your pretty little sounds now, kitten. Let me hear you." Sylus picked up the pace again, moving fast and deep, jumbling your mind and sending any thoughts other than him melting out of your ears. You whined, almost in protest of how easily you let go of everything, how easy it was to submit to him, but this was what you needed. You didn't hold back a single gasp or choked cry as he fucked you out of your overworked mind.

His hands held you by your waist, his grip so massive his fingers nearly met around your middle. He thrust up and pulled you down, making you take him to the base again and again. His firm grip burned into your skin, and you knew you'd have bruises in the shape of his fingers. The thought spurred you closer to your next peak. Having his mark on your skin --proof of his presence on your body--sang to something that resonated as right in your very soul.

Sylus leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that melted you from the inside out. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he fucked into you, both of you gasping and moaning into the kiss. He broke away from your lips, kissing down your jaw, to your neck, before landing over the mark Zayne left on your skin.

You cried out his name again, desperate, but unable to form the words to ask for his bite there, too. Your fingers threaded through his silken white hair, and held him against your neck. He chuckled against your skin.

"Need something, sweetie?" he asked. All you could do was say his name, the tone needier this time as you pulled him into your neck. He hummed softly, then trailed kisses across your collar bone to the other side. He kissed the sensitive skin of your neck and you clenched around him. "My mark belongs here."

He sucked the spot on your neck, and you came with a broken sob, shuddering around him. He growled into your neck, and his thrusts grew faster, more erratic. You chanted his name like a prayer, the only word you could find under the white-hot blaze of pleasure that seared through your body. He thrust hard twice more, then he filled you. Hot spurts of thick come hit against your walls, and you moaned at the sensation as he throbbed in you.

Sylus rested his forehead against yours as you two caught your breath. His evol faded away, and he slowly eased out of you. He held you close as he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him into a more comfortable position. He kissed the top of your head, and you hummed softly, content in his hold.

"Get some rest, love." Sylus pulled the blanket over you both and kept you tucked against his chest.

You blinked your eyes open and looked up at him. While it wasn't a straight non-stop marathon with Sylus, two or three rounds weren't uncommon. "Are you sure?"

He kissed your head again, and you nuzzled deeper into the warmth of his chest. "Yes. I'll be here when you wake up."

With his quiet assurance in your ear, you fell into sweet dreams wrapped up in Sylus' arms.

It seemed like you barely closed your eyes when your morning alarm blared to life on your nightstand. Early morning sunlight streamed in through your windows, and you blinked the sleep from your eyes. Sylus' heavy arm was draped over your waist, and his massive body curled around yours. Like a sleeping dragon curled up around their most prized treasure. Unfortunately, that meant you were all but trapped under his massive frame.

He didn't have to stretch to reach your alarm, and he hit the snooze button like it offended him. He huffed against the back of your head, and pulled you closer, inhaling your scent and making a sound that reminded you of a purr.

"Sylus," you said over your shoulder. "I need to get up."

"No," he grumbled.

"Yes." You rolled your eyes. "I have to go to work."

"Quit."

"No."

"Then call out."

"Sylus!"

He wrapped around you even more, trapping you in the warm embrace of his arms. His legs threaded with yours and his chin rested on your head. "Five more minutes."

"If I'm late, I'm blaming you," you said.

"You won't be late," he murmured.

You gave up, soaking in the extra five minutes of rest. His steady breathing, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the comfort of waking up in the arms of your lover. As much as you didn't want to be late to work, you adored the feeling of being wrapped up in Sylus.

Your alarm went off, and true to his word, Sylus let you go. Your phone was charging on your nightstand, and you turned to give Sylus a quick kiss on the cheek to show your gratitude for making sure everything was taken care of. He hummed softly under your attention, and your heart squeezed.

Bathed in early morning light, the sharp angles of his face softened. Mused with sleep and warm from your shared body heat, he looked almost delicate. You smiled, because he only got like this with you. This side of him was something only you got to see, and your chest warmed even further. You tore your eyes away from him because if you didn't, you wouldn't make it to work on time.

You ran through your morning routine, gathering a fresh uniform as you scrolled through your notifications. Anxiety prickled under your skin when you saw no message from Zayne, but it was still early.

You sent a quick text to Rafayel to remind him to eat something since he was terrible about skipping breakfast. He responded immediately asking what if he hadn't gone to bed yet, and you sent a glare emoji in response. He promised to eat something before going to bed, and he insisted both would happen "soon."

Xavier sent his daily "proof of life" selfie, and promised to be home soon. You told him you'd treat him to dinner once he woke up from his nap once he got back. Your daily "proof of life" selfie was a nude this morning. You covered the dark marks on your neck with your hair and positioned your arm to hide the bruises on your waist. You snapped a quick picture, and damn. You looked good. Xavier lost his mind, sending rapid fire texts about how unfair you were being, how you must be trying to kill him, and how you should just wait for when he gets back and punishes you for being a tease. You sent an innocent little smile emoji back and left it there.

Caleb texted you some weird meme at three am, and you sent one back. Then you asked him to verify that he was still coming in a text that bordered on threatening.

After all of that, Zayne still hadn't texted you, but you didn't want to break the silence first. So, you turned on some cheery music and hopped in the shower as you tried not to think about him. You showered, quickly got dressed, and applied a little bit of makeup to the marks to make them less visible under your uniform. Just as you were about to blow dry your hair, a text came in.

Dr. Sweetcheeks: I'll pick you up from the Association tonight so we can talk more, but I am comfortable continuing as we have been. Have a good day at work, and please be safe.

You didn't relax entirely, because the conversation likely wouldn't be the most pleasant thing, but it was something. You told him you couldn't wait to see him tonight, and you promised to be as safe as you could be. When you returned to the bedroom, Sylus was gone, and you opened the door to the rest of your apartment, catching him humming in your kitchen as he made breakfast like he lived here.

"What's for breakfast?" you asked.

"Eggs, toast, and sausage," Sylus said. "I would've made more, but someone hasn't been grocery shopping."

"I've been busy," you said.

"Clearly," Sylus chuckled. "Any news from your dear doctor?"

"I'm pretty sure everything will be fine. I'll see him and Caleb tonight," you said.

"Have fun and be safe, sweetie." Sylus plated your breakfast and passed it to you. "Eat. We didn't get a chance to go for our ride last night, so I'll have to settle for dropping you off at the Association on my way back to the N109 zone."

You opened your mouth to protest, but he smirked and you knew it was useless. He obviously didn't care about being caught by the Association, and as much as you wished he did, there was no stopping him.

"Fine, but I'm getting a coffee on the way."

"Whatever you want is yours, kitten." Sylus kissed the top of your head, and you wiggled from side to side. You hoped the rest of the day would go as well as your morning so far.

--

A/N: I struggled a bit with this one because it's a bridge between two biiiiiig parts, but I think it was so important for MC to have a safe evening with Sylus at this point. Next part is going to be the long-awaited Zayne/Caleb/MC 3way, and I'm both intimidated and excited about what that will look like!

I've had a bit of writers block, so I hope that goes away so I can get the next part out soon!

series taglist: @maraveree, @boom-boom-back, @teriyaki-calm, @yuurisfavblog, @plzdonutpercieveme,

Sylus taglist: @liz9898, silver--47,

[laceyhearts]

✶ DATE NIGHT INSECURITIES ; JACK HUGHES !

➪ summary: jack's date night plans with his girl get changed when he finds out she hasn't been feeling like herself lately

➪ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: insecurities, mentions of paparrazi and hate comments

➪ word count: 2.4k

➪ emma's notes: stop bc i forgot this is one of my favorite jack fics i've written

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It wasn’t all the time that Jack got to have two consecutive nights off during the season, especially between home games, so date nights out in New Jersey were a rare thing to come by for him and his girlfriend. In actuality, date nights like tonight were a rare occasion for the couple. 

Y/n wasn’t a fan of going out in public, and not in the sense that she didn’t want to be seen with Jack, because of course, she did. But the thought of having to showcase herself to the paparazzi had her stomach churning uncontrollably. 

With insecurities, there came good days where she would lounge on the couch in one of Jack’s hoodies eating a whole pizza if her body allowed, bad days where now and then throughout her day she would notice something “off” about her and let it plague her for the rest of the day no matter where she was or what she was doing, and down-in-the-dumps days where she would wake up already self-conscious of how she looked - her hair flying out of her ponytail, dark circles beneath her eyes, her breath smelling like she ate too many cloves of garlic - and as the hours passed, her thoughts multiplied. 

Today had been one of those down-in-the-dumps days, which only fueled her anxiety as the clock ticked closer and closer to when the two were supposed to leave. She’d woken up with this sinking feeling in her stomach, slowly crawling out of bed so as not to disturb Jack as he continued to sleep peacefully. She’d spent more time than normal in the shower, in front of the mirror, in the kitchen as she debated what to eat for breakfast. 

And once she got home from work, she sat on the floor of their shared closet, eyes darting around to the shirts and dresses that were hanging. She’d been through at least five different outfits, all of them now surrounding her on the ground. 

Almost an hour later, she finally settled on a black dress, one that she had worn plenty of times and never failed to make her feel comfortable. She’d only gotten it halfway on before she remembered the zipper in the back of the dress, groaning softly. And so she settled on the only thing she knew to do, “Jack!”

She could hear Jack’s footsteps as he came running down the hallway, catching himself on the door frame to prevent himself from continuing to slide, “What? What’s wrong?”

Y/n turned around, unable to stifle her giggles as her eyes raked over him; his shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, his hair a mess, and his tie loose, almost as if he just came from a college party. She shook her head, walking over to him to run a hand through his hair and kiss his cheek, “Nothing, I just need your help zipping my dress up.”

It was only then that Jack looked at her up and down, grinning when he saw what she was wearing, “I love this dress on you.”

She flushed at his statement, walking back to the mirror to fix the dress, tugging at it slightly. Jack grinned even more when he noticed the color of her cheeks, “Good to know I can still make you blush this much after a year.”

He made his way to stand behind her, placing his hands on her hips, and leaning his head down so his chin was resting on her shoulder. He looked at her through the mirror, watching as she fixed her necklace and earrings, fiddled with her hair so it lay just how she wanted it to, straightened her dress, and tugged at the fabric against her stomach to stop it from clinging to her skin. 

He didn’t think much of it initially and just moved the hair away from the left side to the right and turned to kiss her lightly on the neck. The action caused her to shiver a little, but ultimately left her with a smile.

Jack’s hands worked carefully on zipping her dress up, every so often brushing her back gently and placing a kiss on her cheek or temple. When the zipper reached the top of the fabric, his hands slipped around to her front, arms circling her waist, “Baby.”

She hummed softly, but her eyes were trained on the mirror, letting herself be leveled with her own scrutiny, pointing out everything she thought was wrong; the way her hair fell flat, the way her dress highlighted her figure in all the wrong ways, the way her makeup looked caked on. 

When he heard nothing but her quiet sound of acknowledgement, he looked back up, locking on the frown on her face through the mirror. He furrowed his eyebrows, arms tightening their grasp, “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, plastering a fake smile on her face as she turned to face him, “Nothing, Jacky, I think I’m just gonna put on some tights underneath it and maybe some shorts.”

And usually, he would’ve let it slide, wouldn’t so much as bat an eye to her words because it was cold out, it was the middle of January. But the way she looked, the way her eyes narrowed whenever she’d see something new that she didn’t like, he knew there was something wrong.

He sighed, arms holding her in place, “Don’t.”

“Jacky, we’re gonna be late.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

She shied away from him, attempting to escape his grasp again, but he held her hips, turning her to face the mirror, which only made her shift uncomfortably. Jack rolled his eyes, leaning his chin down to rest on her shoulder, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing to tell, let's just go before they decide they don’t want to serve us.”

“We are not leaving this apartment, this room, until you tell me what’s going on, even though you know I know what you’re pretty little head is thinking about right now.”

She stopped fighting and looked down, causing Jack to spin her around once more, lifting her chin so her eyes were looking directly into his. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

He knew there was more; he always knew. Jack knew about how she didn’t like going out for date nights because she didn’t want to have any unexpected pictures taken of her, how she hated posting on Instagram because she’s always scared that the only comments she’ll get are one’s commenting about how ‘ugly’ she looked, that she hated summer because she could never wear what all the others girls were wearing and feel good about it, and that she hated going to his games wearing his jersey because girls always made comments about him never wanting to be with her.

“I know that’s not all that’s bothering you, sweetheart. And you know that too,”

He backed up to sit on the chest in front of their bed. And just like Jack knew whenever she was lying, she knew that as soon as he sat down on the chest, he’d pat his left thigh, beckoning her over. She knew that if she stood there, not giving in to him, he’d sit and pout like she was personally offending him, giving her those puppy dog eyes. 

This time, however, she was determined to stand her ground, “No. I’m putting tights and shorts on, and then we’re leaving.”

Jack rolled his eyes but kept sitting. She stared at him, and he had no problem with staring right back, another one of their daily staring contests starting. He broke eye contact first, causing y/n to let out a little cheer before heading into the closet to change. Rules were rules, when someone won the staring contest, they won the argument, no matter the pettiness level.

He sat patiently on the trunk as he watched her close the door of the closet. He knew this was not a bad day; he knew it was a down-in-the-dumps-and-everything-that-can-go-wrong-manages-to-go-wrong kind of day. He knocked on the door and halted her actions, “Put your sweats on.”

“What?”

“I said, put your sweats on, my hoodie, and get your pretty ass out to the living room in five minutes. Take your makeup off, too, and put your hair up.”

She was confused, but she had no complaints about his words; wearing sweats definitely beats having to wear tights and shorts and a dress. And wearing his hoodie? That beat everything. 

She came out five minutes later and sat on the couch, crossing her legs, Jack having already ordered food and put her favorite TV show on. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her into his side as close as he could without her being on top of him, not that he would have minded her in his lap in the slightest. 

“Talk to me, please.” His voice sounded like he was pleading, and he was. He wanted to make all of her insecurities go away, shower her with kisses, and make her feel loved. And if he accomplished that and was able to cuddle her, he would be more than okay to do this every day instead of going out. 

She sighed, and Jack gave her his hand so she could fiddle with her fingers, something she always did when she got anxious, “I wasn’t lying when I said it was one of those days.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s just- that dress was the dress I could always count on myself knowing I would look good in. I don’t usually have to think about it too hard; I could just put it on and go. When you zipped it up, I could tell it fit a little tighter than it usually did, and it just felt…” She couldn’t exactly describe what she felt, how she felt. If you knew the feeling, you knew the feeling.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she gripped his hand tighter, “I just want to feel pretty, Jack.”

That absolutely, utterly, broke, no shattered, his heart. He hated that his girl had to feel like this, hated that society had made it so not only her but every girl that didn’t look like the stereotypical one had to feel like they weren’t beautiful. All logical reasoning flew out of his head at that point, pulling her into his lap like it was the only place she was meant to be. She didn’t even have the energy to protest and dug her head into his shoulder.

His own tears welled up in his eyes as he listened to her cry, it was one of his least favorite sounds in the whole world, maybe the worst sound he’s ever heard. 

Minutes passed before she pulled her head away from his chest, and he reached out, cupping her cheeks, letting the coolness of his hands lessen the heat of her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching her hand up to wipe her nose, as Jack wiped the tears for her. 

“I want you to listen to me, y/n. And please, actually listen to me.”

She nodded, still trying to rid the remnants of tears off her face, “You are beautiful, no matter who tells you differently. I will always think you’re beautiful. I know that self-love is the most important kind of love there is, and it breaks my heart every time I see you look at yourself a little longer in the mirror in the mornings or when you pull at the fabric of your shirt while you’re working at the kitchen table. And I am more than willing to help you feel beautiful all day, every day.

“I know that you’re not going to feel pretty all of the time, everyone has those days. Even me, pretty boy Hughes.”

His comment made her laugh a little, and he smiled when he heard it. That was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He smiled a little more when he felt her hand run through his hair, “There’s my girl.”

This comment makes her blush instead, and that causes him to smile even more, “And there is the blush that I still cannot believe I make you do. Somehow, you just got ten times more gorgeous.”

Her cheeks reddened even more, and he chuckled a little at it this time. He moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips, his thumbs resting under her sweatshirt and rubbing soft circles into her skin, “There will always be someone to say something, trust me, and I wish I could take it all away so it wouldn’t hurt you. But, I want you to know that I love you for you, and I could never imagine myself loving anyone else. 

“Anyone could have a model as their girlfriend or their wife, but only I can have you. And that’s what makes me love you, y/n. Not the way you look, though I adore how you look, but instead the way you smile when you see me every time, the way you always cuddle me after a rough game, the way you know when something is wrong, the way you treat everyone like they hung the stars, and the way you moan-”

“Jack!”

He laughed, throwing his head back in the process, his hands subtly tightening on her hips, “My point is, before you so rudely interrupted me listing the things I love about you.” She slapped his arm before smiling at him, “You don’t need to live up to anyone else’s expectations of beautiful when you think you are. As long as you think you’re beautiful, that’s all that matters, as long as you do it for you and not for anyone else.”

Tears pricked at her eyes once more, this time out of love and happiness, “I love you.”

He kissed her cheek and then kissed her, making her jump in shock a little before melting into the kiss. His hands moved further up underneath her sweatshirt, and he moved to kiss her neck, causing her to let out a soft moan when he hit her sensitive spot right on the dot. That made him grin as he pulled away. That was his favorite sound in the world.

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Some late night contributions

Dick and Bruce do fight the older Dick gets. Which leads to Jason going over the Drakes whenever their arguing gets too much. This causes Tim and Jason to be close friends early on. Dick also goes over whenever Bruce ticks him off. Jack accepts this. He's getting along with his neighbors! And tim is socializing with people around his age! Bonus points! Dick and Jason are also exposed to all the spooky crap happening in Drake manor. Timmy not batting an eye at the food coming to life. Jason and dick watch as Jack literally flies around the kitchen ceiling, trying to capture flying evil toast.

"So you're dad's an alien?"

Tim, trying hard not to let ppl know Jack is actually possed. Tim who has spent DAYS without sleep curating a new identity for him unless shit hits the fan takes the blessing handed to him.

"Yes. He is. The fall made him forget his human years. We're working in it."

Dick: "cool." *texts Bruce and Alfred that jack is alien confirmed.*

Because Jason and Tim are so close, tim starts to realise when Jason's withdrawing. Tim then asks his dad if he can keep an eye out for Jason with his spooky powers. So when the entire Ethiopia fiasco happens, Jack manages to save Jason. This is also how Jack reveals his ghost king form. Jason gets injured by the Joker, but Jack does save him from the explosion.

Bruce and dick see the form, but their minds can't really comprehend it. (You can put your own description here tbh). Tim (who snuck on the bat plane) can see it because he's been exposed to Danny's ectoplasm so much. When asked for a description later, he lies through his teeth and gives the best description of a warped alien he can.

Jason doesn't die, though he is too injured to be Robin. Tim tries to take the mantle but gets stopped by jack bc 'Jason nearly died and you think im gonna let you go out there untrained!? Hell no!"

I actually had an idea where Danny like, shrinks down and pretends to be robin. Only to keep the sightings up and not let the media question Robin's where abouts.

The other option is , Jack tells Tim he can only be a vigilante after some proper training. Because he's getting memories from when he was vigilante, and he didn't have much help.

So Robin is down for nearly a year and some. Jason decides not to be robin anymore. He makes his own name.

Now tim, coming into his liminal abilities thinks he wouldn't make a good robin. (Im playing with the ages and timeline here) plus its also taking him longer to train because new abilities keep making themselves known

By the time tim is properly trained, it's a few months before Damian has arrived.

Now Damian is another subject in itself. When he gets to the manor he expects Grayson and Todd. There are no files on Drake, however.

Drake is apparently their neighbor that is a regular visitor. Regular enough to spend nights. Regular enough to spend the current summer there while his father is away. Damian classified him as a civilian at first when Grayson told him that tim wasn't a vigilante.

Yet.

Cue Tim giving Damian a run for his money. Bc Damian is a little snot nosed kid and has issues. Tim can sneak up on him. Tim can track him in the dark. Tim doesn't make any noise in the manor. He leaves behind no traces. He's caught all the knives Damian had thrown at him out of the air because tim is used to catching flying stuff from his dad.

Tim, currently at the end of the hallway, eyes glowing lazurus green as he holds one of Damians throwing knives.

He demands to know what pit demon is in the manor. Because this ain't natural. Todd and Grayson only shruggs.

"He's half alien." Grayson informs him. Damian would call bs if he didn't have decorum.

"You get used to it." Todd says. "Just don't let him stay in the kitchen too long. Things will start floating."

Jackson Drake? Yeah, he ain't human. Bruce is sure the man is a meta. Maybe a poor alien in disguise because Bruce knows he's a disaster sometimes but Jack takes the cake. 

The Drakes were their neighbors. Archeologists. Famous for bringing rare artifacts home and are the largest donors to the Gotham Museum. 

Then the accident happened.  

Jackson Drake had a serious fall while getting their latest artifact. A certain ring and crown that belong to an ancient king. He was rushed to the on-site medics and had to be air lifted to the nearest hospital. He had been in a coma for two weeks. A nasty bruise to the head and when he had woken up it was as if he was a different man. The media was all over it. It got worse when the change in attitude resulted in the divorce. 

Timothy Drake ends in the custody of Jack Drake.  Timothy knows that the man that woke up from the coma is not his father. But the new jack treats him so much better than old jack. The new jack actually listens to Tim. Actually helps him out with homework. Doesn't yell. Doesn't hit Tim. He lets time babble about everything. He even FEEDS Tim. He NEVER leaves him home alone. 

Tim knows that the new ring on his father's hand (that he had never taken off since that expedition) is the cause of it. Or maybe it's the floating crown that sometimes appears when new Jack shows him a ‘trick.’ he likes New Jack. He doesn't want New Jack to go away. 

Which is why he has to keep Bruce Wayne- (THE batman) away from his new father. The detective would suss new jack out immediately.  Because new jack treats Timothy well but he sucks at being human. 

It would help… if New Jack would stop calling the Waynes for every minor inconvenience that happened to Timothy that a regular person should know. 

Ex. 

Jack: tim is sick. 

Bruce, handing the phone to Alfred. : any symptoms-

Jack: he's green, but thats normal because im green sometimes.  But he's not doing all the things I do when im green-

Alfred: such as…?

Jack: well he hasn't learned to walk through walls yet. And he hasn't gotten ice breath though he is a bit cold. His hair isn't white yet.

Bruce, overhearing this: what-

Alfred: nausea perhaps? Has he eaten anything to make his stomach turn?

Jack: we did have some seafood from that new place by Mr.Freeze

Bruce, louder: W H A T

Alfred, writing down a list of supplies and recipes: we'll be there in a moment. 

[clownboy-yeehonk]

OKAY I HAVE A FEW THOUGHTS UPON REVIEW OF THE WHOLE SHOW

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

This is gonna be long and disorganized and not super thorough bc it's just my first full viewing and I'm tired and tipsy but here we go

Like the black parade Era ended with a show called the black parade is dead! The band spent the whole Era referring to themselves as the black parade (based on the concept that death comes to you as a happy memory, eg the patient dies of cancer and is greeted by a parade he saw with his father in the city as a boy)

That Era ended, but they never moved past it, like they couldn't live up to their own reputation. Danger days was PHENOMENAL and people trashed it bc it was such a departure from black parade.

(Side note to the context, every member of the band has said that the writing and touring of the black parade was BRUTAL mentally, they were all mentally ill in a haunted hotel, Gerard was battling sleep paralysis demons and writing on walls, and they almost broke up after the tour bc it nearly broke them)

Anyway they break up after danger days and release a song called FAKE YOUR DEATH

SO NOW

They're marched onto stage in the black parade costumes, new versions of them. Recognizable and reworked.

They're getting escorted out to perform in a version of themselves that hasn't existed in nearly 2 decades. There's goosestepping soldiers and military drums! A fake dictatorship and national anthem! and they start with the end"come one come all to this tragic affair" hits different when they're being held at fucking gunpoint "if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me" HITS DIFFERENT WHEN THEYRE HERE AGAINST THEIR WILL IN COSTUMES FROM WHAT THEYVE ALL STATED WAS THE HARDEST MOST GRUELING TOUR AND ALBUM CYCLE OF THEIR CAREER the whole thing made them all severely mentally ill by the end. Also they're being forced to support an evil government, bc they've been brought back from the dead against their will.

Dead! Brings the beautiful "did you get what you deserve, the ending of your life" "have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say I think they never liked you anyway" "wouldn't it be grand to take a pistol by the hand and wouldn't it be great if we were dead?"

FROM THE BAND THAT FAKED THEIR DEATH AND HAS BEEN BROUGHT BACK HELD AT GUNPOINT

Gerard thanks the dictator and draag for bringing them there to perform with an odd tone and theatrical levels of fear

We move into This is how I disappear "and without you is how I disappear and live my life alone forever" "I'm really not with you anymore I'm just a ghost I can't hurt you anymore" delivered while wearing reproductions of their most famous costumes, their biggest album

THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD AND THEYRE NOW A PARODY OF THEMSELVES

Government official come and hands him papers (its giving military draft). He looks again, terrified. We got pacing and looking frantic before "the sharpest lives" "give me a shot to remember and you can take all the pain away from me" "there's a place in the dark where the animals go you can take off your skin in the cannibal glow juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo"

It's violent and dark and driving and forboding, plus a banger of a song.

The we got the big one. The black parade. Their biggest song. The namesake of the album and the fictional band. Gerard is walked up to a podium and handed a microphone.

Like this all could have been a soulless nostalgia fuelled money grab but it's not! He's being forced to work for and perform for an evil government! He's being propped up as a symbol of something! An icon! He doesn't want to be there!

Black parade still slaps tho

NOW WE GET CRAZY

Gerard presides over a mock election! Crowd has signs, yea or nay. You vote on whether to elect some people. They get SHOT BY A FIRING SQUAD. IN THE LEAST SUBTLE WAY IMAGINABLE.

We get thanked for "participating in democracy"

YIKES

Then we got I don't love you. Great song. Sad. Something/someone we once loved doesn't inspire the same feeling "when you go would you even turn to say I don't love you like I did yesterday"

Government guy comes back. Gerard mocks him. Jumps around. Clearly mimicking. It's great.

HE GETS SLAPPED FOR REAL (genuinely has been confirmed that the actor slapped him for real)

House of wolves, angry, pounding, an absolute bop with lyrics like "you better run like the devil cus im never gonna leave you alone you better hide up in an alley cus they're never gonna find you a home" "rashes to ashes we all fall down we got innocence for days well I think I'm gonna burn in hell everybody burn the house right down and say what I wanna say tell me I'm an angel take this to my grave tell me I'm a bad man kick me like a stray"

AND THEN CANCER

WITH A LAUGH TRACK

So the whole gist of the original black parade concept was a patient dying of cancer. He's processing his death and mortality, and cancer is a soft sad tragic song "and if you say goodbye today I'd ask you to be true bc the hardest part of this is leaving you. NOW ITS GOT A LAUGH TRACK

What was a sad acceptance of literal death has been turned on its head to be a mockery of the moral death of this character. Brilliant.

Then mama! Key point! He ditches the jacket for mama! They're not in uniform, they're rebelling! "Mama were all full of lies mama were meant for the flies and right now theyre building a coffin your size" The backdrop changes to nuclear launch screens. They sing about war and being damned and dying and going to hell before the Pyro kicks in, there's a guy LITERALLY ON FIRE RUNNING ACROSS THE STAGE, then the new lyrics "we'll follow the script to the letter" "death be the son of us all war be the son of us all" then mama finishes with "tomorrow we die and return to ashes" and perhaps some kind of explosion, red lit meltdown. Who got blown up? Unclear bc I'm watching a grainy video! But it seems someone was forced to commit atrocities!

And then we have the magazine reading/stiff drink break. He's reading the news maybe? And swinging from a flask.

Then we have sleep! A song about being haunted in your sleep by the horrors of your past (originally inspired by the sleep paralysis Gerard had in the haunted hotel where they worked on the black parade) "some say now suffer all the children or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions don't you grieve for me undeserving of your sympathy cause their ain't no way I'm sorry for what I did" "a drink for the horror that I'm in for the good guys and the bad guys for the monsters that I've been"

AND THEN SOLDIERS SHOW UP

GERARD IS FORCED BACK INTO THE RETRO BLACK PARADE JACKET FOR TEENAGERS

HES FORCED BACK INTO THE NOSTALGIC COSTUME FOR TEENAGERS, THE COMMERCIALLY SUCCESSFUL OUT OF PLACE HAPPY TUNE IN THIS ALBUM

Like we go from nuclear war imagery to old timey TV clips and pivot into "they're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you, bc they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son so they can watch all the things you do" we've got fictional ads and TV shows from the bad place playing while they are forced to perform another commercially successful song in their nostalgic look, with a healthy dose of "they got methods of keeping you clean" "maybe they'll leave you alone but not me" HE HAS BEEN FORCED BACK INTO THIS ROLE AGAINST HIS WILL HES BEING USED TO INDOCTRINATE THE YOUTH bc why tf else would he be wearing the jacket performing the odd song out amongst advertisements?!?!

Then we go dark! And then a spooky speech about greatness and what it means to be remembered And we got DISENCHANTED and ya know?

"I HATE THE ENDING MYSELF BUT IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE, IT WAS THE ROAR OF THE CROWD THAT GAVE ME HEARTACHE TO SING IT WAS A LIE WHEN THEY SMILED AND SAID YOU WONT FEEL A THING"

"I SPENT MY HIGHSCHOOL CAREER SPIT ON AND SHOVED TO AGREE SO I COULD WATCH ALL MY HEROES SELL A CAR ON TV"

"YOURE JUST A SAD SONG WITH NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT A LIFELONG WAIT FOR A HOSPITAL STAY"

He's disenfranchised! Life is meaningless! Everyone you ever looked up to is gonna sell out and and life is just a slow slog to death and its all meaningless!They start flashing pics of the dictator during this part! THEYVE BECOME THE SELLOUTS SELLING CARS ON TV. ITS OVER.

Then the DRAAG flag rolls down

But we're not done! Famous last words baby!! We got Pyro! We got red lights and energy! "I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE HONEY IF YOU STAY ILL BE FORGIVEN NOTHING YOU CAN SAY WILL STOP ME GOING HOME"

"I SEE YOU LYING NEXT TO ME AWAKE AND UNAFRAID ASLEEP OR DEAD"

All of this is going on while the stage appears to be BURNING DOWN, it's all flashing red, the Pyro guys are acting like gasoline is free and rent is due, and then

AND THEN

There's a countdown that hits 0, music all melts down, guitars shred, its great. They rebelled. They fought back. Maybe blew something up.

AND WE REPRISE THE END. ACOUSTIC. SAD. SOLEMN.

There's a creepy clown dancing around. Fun. Weird but sure.

GERARD THEN PROCEEDS TO CRAWL INTO A CHALK OUTLINE OF A DEAD BODY, FALL OVER, CHOKES ON BLOOD, AND DIES

SOLDIERS DRAG THE OTHER BAND MEMBERS AWAY, some continuing to play as they're dragged away forcibly.

Clown dances to blood the bonus track "I gave you blood blood gallons of the stuff, gave you all that you could drink and it has never been enough" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love"

AND THE CLOWN IS WEARING A SUICIDE BOMBER VEST AND BLOWS HIMSELF AND THE STAGE UP

IM NOT EVEN FUCKING JOKING

SUICIDE BOMBER CLOWN

Sad music. Dead dear from draag flag eaten by flies (swarm tour reference??? Lest we forget mcr5 conspiracy theories)

Then we encore! Street clothes, they inteoduce themselves as my chemical romance again. They're chatty and having fun and just playing songs.

The tour title is "long live" the black parade. Long live in quotes. Bc they were never able to move past it. It was great. And then nothing they made after it could be as good. People HATED danger days bc it wasn't black parade. They died. Again. The tour is both some pointed commentary about the current state of the world (yikes) but also about how they've struggled to become more than that Era! THEY WERE PERFORMING IN THEIR OWN SHADOW AT THEIR MOST RECENT PERFORMANCE BEFORE THIS.

And the extra songs are all song that they have said they loved playing live (give em hell kid, Nanananana, planetary, etc)

It's the same energy as the swarm tour, where they said they had the best time bc they stopped worrying about what people wanted from them and just goofed around with a sound board and costumes, and having funny little conversations with the audience

It's perfect. It's a hell of a statement, and a hell of a show.

If you've made it this far, thanks! This isn't a well thought out essay, just my preliminary thoughts without laying out too much context but if you've made it this far you probably are invested enough to know the lore and lyrics and themes etc bc I finally got to sit down and watch the whole concert (God bless whoever put it on YouTube in 4k) (also may have gotten some things slightly out of order but I think my theory and the gist of my analysis still stands) (I only watched it through once guys there was a LOT HAPPENING)

And there's more possibilities! Like this is only the first show! We could have more characters! Different interactions! MCR5 could still win! I have hope!

Like I'm sure the longer tour goes on I'll have more observations and connections and theories, but hoooo boy even this makes me feel like I could write a whole thesis statement about this tour I'm so excited!!!

[suntails]

WIPs

[isaythingz]

Hey, totally fine! I need a fellow theorist for this masterpiece of a show!

I actually forgot that the bellhop was a side character of Hotel Tulipan. What I meant to say is that Lalo never mentioned anything about torturing the professor who worked the hotel, even when he provoked Hector. Now, Hector is absolutely a sadist just from what we hear and see (hello, twins flashback). But the fact there was also a bellhop there makes me think he just wasn’t there at the time this happened. I am also willing to accept your head-canon age for him at 22, and that he did shoot the professor’s wife for the sake of no witnesses.

About keeping the bell against Hector’s wishes. It may have been because he was so young, he was still getting a warped sense of “this is a moment between me and my uncle, who I will do anything for” as opposed to something as simple as “I liked that we tortured a guy.” He may have forgotten about the bell until that very moment. Lalo is good at coming up with ideas on the fly and his life is so chaotic that he can only sleep a couple hours at a time. A random bell isn’t going to be his top priority when his uncle is walking around and healthy.

You got two points from me there! 😊

As for Fred, the best line up with his preceding actions would be Logic Theory. He is indeed close to a town and a woman knocked on the door right after he killed the poor kid. From this, that worry of a gunshot being heard and that taking more time away from his chase is very plausible. It lines up with his previous calm calculation, as you stated.

Or we pull Occam’s Razor and introduce Option 4: The gun jammed and he had no other choice.

Additional Points w/ Lalo’s Emotions

He was very upset when his cook and people were killed by Gus, also because Nacho betrayed him, the same man he visibly worried for when sending him to Don Eladio. He seems to hold onto that until Point and Shoot, where he tells Saul exactly what they did, in detail (also low-key think Yoli was his favorite).

There’s also what you mention with his rage about the wire being tapped by Gus later on. He does feel intense emotions, which for me knocks him off the ASPD bracket. He may be cold and calculating, but he also feels a LOT throughout the show. For Nacho, Tío, the Hacienda Family, and Kim (for some reason).

We don’t have enough information about Lalo’s childhood (compared to Gus, who I do believe is a psycho). But given what the twins went through, nurture did a LOT of the heavy-lifting against their better nature. We also see very few members of the Salamanca family in both shows. 4 Cousins, 1 Uncle, 1 Grandson, and Abuelita (who reads as a very sweet lady with zero psycho tendencies). Given how absolutely fucked Lalo and the others had it from Hector’s sadistic shit, combined with Abuelita not having any tendencies or signs visible at all (ASPD does have a few genetic predispositions), I am inclined to believe the following.

Lalo has his power from competency and ability to craft a frightening reputation, rather than by committing actions of sadism. He is fiercely loyal to his family and will do whatever it takes to make them happy. Even if it means retelling a story he doesn’t care for anymore, or killing people when he absolutely must. Killing is just business with him because he’s been exposed to it since he was young. Hector does it so much around them that it’s like putting a dog down. And la familia es todo, so it’s not like he can just walk away.

Hector could very well be the reason many of the Salamancas are gone before BCS and Breaking Bad. Maybe they didn’t want to be part of the cartel and were fatally punished for it. I can imagine the old sicko has no problems doing that in front of the kids.

I find it really interesting that we never see Lalo take pleasure in hurting and killing other people. it's always business-like, very 'doing what needs to be done'

I'm definitely not saying I think he doesn't enjoy it; he was way more brutal than he needed to be when he murdered Fred Whalen, and of course we have him grinning as he recounts the 'fond memory' of the time he and Hector tortured and murdered a hotel owner, an event that meant so much to him that he risked his own life to go back inside the burning building for a souvenir. I do absolutely believe he gets, at minimum, some satisfaction from killing his enemies/people who get in his way or piss him off

but it's strange, isn't it? how he has the most kills out of every BCS character (seventeen in total) and yet we the audience never get to see him display any delight in the killing. we hear his gleeful recollection of the hotel murder, we hear that he beat Fred Whalen to death despite having a gun he could've used to end his life quickly, we hear about instances of him enjoying torture and murder, but we never see it. it's not that his sadism is being hidden, it's just that the audience is never shown his sadism directly. every time we see him kill or maim, it's all business

like I said, it's very interesting. I wonder why that decision was made for his character

[a2zillustration]

Does croissant and gale get married in your story?

It's certainly something they plan to do!

But not just yet.

🥐 Croissant Adventures Masterpost 🥐

[beedragony]

behold, the finalized tgr animation :’) I still plan on adding a background and coloring everything but that’s what I got for now!

[moeblob]

I've been obsessively playing Fantasy Life i....

I might be a little bit too enamored with the angler hat (thank you for letting me use its appearance on any job i want without losing stats. that's a pro-fun move game. thank you).

[mamawasatesttube]

perry with some words of wisdom in superman: lex 2000 ("just because this country is about to go to hell in a handbasket doesn't mean this newspaper does, too!") (and we are all the newspaper, really.)

[myokk]

soft🥹

[wuntrum]

think i'm actually going to put in my two weeks tomorrow. im gonna DIEEEEE

[chososcamgirl]

i miss the month and a half that i was unemployed last year. that was when sjap was at its peak too. i think unemployment is the way to go.

[brown-little-robin]

made more sculptures, +25 HP