#Granted if he were in the company of a more level head he wouldn't go this far

[zahri-melitor]

I want to go on more about The Boy Wonder #3, because it’s just really on top of aspects of the Tim and Damian problem without taking sides or getting aggressive.

Damian’s failing in it is that he is so ready to misread Tim’s intentions that he doesn’t stop to think that Tim is equally undercover like he is and overlooks what he knows about Tim’s skillset. (Someone here is jamming your signal, Damian? What a mystery who that could be)

Tim’s failing in it is that he doesn’t bother to explain the plan to Damian, doesn’t expect Damian to listen to him and follow his lead, and he doesn’t trust that Damian won’t betray him, so he plans around him.

BOTH of their plans don’t consider the other as active participants, but Tim’s is able to adapt on the fly to take into account Damian’s actions, while Damian with a lot less experience in team environments cannot.

I can tell you feel bad about killing that guy. But do you feel bad because you hurt someone...or because you were punished for it? Do you only feel bad because you got found out?

And yeah, that’s the thing with early Damian.

Tim’s mistrust is completely understandable. Even as he grants Damian grace - “I know you feel guilty about it” - he points out he doesn’t know the reason for the guilt and that also has meaning to Tim, because he doesn’t know if the growth associated with the regret has happened.

Damian's actions that Tim sees do fall into this valley of 'why are you guilty'. Whereas Dick and Bruce both see Damian's growth and attempts to make amends, Damian's prickly enough that Tim largely does NOT see that and instead gets Damian who doesn't trust him, who reads the worst intentions into Tim's actions...and so Tim does the same.

They even out! You can see it on page in places! But 'doing the right thing because someone else wants you to' and 'doing the right thing because YOU want to' are two different steps, and we watch Damian go through both, and early on he is definitely not yet at appreciable self motivation.

And when Damian does demonstrate this growth for Tim in the story:

You stuck with doing what was right, even when it was hard. I appreciate it.

He acknowledges it and takes it into account!

And look part of the misunderstanding here is definitely that Tim doesn't slow down and explain his plans to Damian. He's used to working with Bruce or Dick where he wouldn't need to, he's also had bad responses when he's explained to Damian before, so he treats him as an obstacle or a spoiler in the mix that he plans around and uses as a distraction but doesn't bother to explain his actions to.

(Also Damian is just. so young. in this. He can't tell that Tim's playing along to let people tell him the information he wants)

Just an hour ago, the prince had seen this same brother abuse his gifts for personal gain...hadn't he? And yet here he was, setting that aside to join the prince in doing what was right. A reminder you could indeed start wrong and course-correct. It's never too late to act better.

If he had inspired his brother toward such a change, maybe he could live up to his father's expectations after all.

Ahahahahaha Damian. Baby. Tim was schmoozing Oswald Cobblepot and Lex Luthor and Veronica Cale for a purpose! Tim does not think they are good people to work with! He was trying to get information out of them! He needs to know what they're up to for the family company! Tim is not going to trust Luthor or Cale!!!

And yet baby Damian here is still telling himself a parable that he saw growth in Tim so he can also live up to that growth. He 'inspired' Tim.

Character centred storytelling at its most hilarious. But also quite sweet - because it's just another level of 'the problem between Tim and Damian is they misread each other and exist in the other's blindspots', so the resolution STILL having Damian with that giant blindspot but working it through in his head to put Tim into a slightly better light is actually a creative and interesting way to approach the growth.

Also funny. SO funny.

[nicxl333]

MEETING IN MY BEDROOM- NANAMI KENTO X FEM!READER

warnings: 18+, smut, prolonged orgasm, oral (f!recieving), light bondage (tying up with a belt), praise, breeding, unprotected sex

summary: you’ve been feeling neglected, so nanami makes it up to you

word count: 1.4k

you lay on the couch in the living room,

ignoring the tv, bored out of your mind. your boyfriend, namami, was late coming home yet again. this was the third time this week and you were starting to grow annoyed. yes, he was busy due to his packed life of being the ceo of his company, but it wouldn't kill him to take some time off to spend it with you.

the dinner you made earlier, lay uneaten and cold on the kitchen counter so you decided to pack it into a container before heading off to bed.

you did your nightly routine and dressed yourself in a silk two piece pajama set before slipping yourself between the covers, glancing over towards the empty spot where he would lay. you sighed to yourself and turned around in the bed, trying to sleep the stress away.

that's when you heard it.

the jingle of keys in the front door, the door opening and footsteps walking into the apartment. he was here.

the sounds of scuffling resounded through the apartment before you heard small quiet steps approaching the closed door. there stood nanami, watching your figure as you lay and turned towards him.

"well you clearly have your timing under wraps."

he sighed at your sarcastic remark, walking towards you and sitting at the edge of the bed, mere inches away from you before beginning to lightly stroke your face.

"i know sweetheart and i'm sorry. i got caught up in a meeting and had to stay behind. i'm sure you understand how long my work can be."

you leaned into his touch, enjoying it for a moment after being without him for the entire day.

"i do kento, believe me i do, and i appreciate just how much effort you place into it. but it's constant now, i just feel so lonely without you here next to me. is it too much for me to ask my boyfriend to be here a little bit more?"

he leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, looking at you with a loving smile.

"of course not y/n, trust me, i go crazy without you by my side." he moved towards your cheek.

“without your beautiful smile lighting up the room.”

he moved lower, kissing your lips slowly and sensually.

"without your perfect body."

he moved lower still, latching his lips onto your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot, making you moan out in bliss.

"without your angelic voice, moaning my name."

you couldn't take it anymore, your lust level hitting the roof. you wanted him now.

"k-kento please fuck me..."

he looked up at you, a smirk gracing his face.

"what was that princess?"

"please just fuck me!"

"hmmm...tell me what you want me to do to you first."

he then got on top of you, his knee leading directly to where your clothed clit lay. he started slowly rubbing on it, driving you insane.

"go on...i'm waiting."

"fuck! i w-want you to pound into me so damn hard until i'm crying out for you to stop. then...shit! then, i want you to tell me just how good i'm being for you."

nanami then stopped rubbing you, moving away for a second to take off his suit. he did it painfully slow, trying to tease the shit out of you. it was clearly working though, as your eyes were silently pleading for him to hurry up.

first the suit jacket came off, then the shirt, his chiselled abs being revealed, like a greek god on display. next went the trousers. he took of his belt and kept it in his hand while removing his bottoms at the same time, his body bare save for the black boxers, with a very prominent bulge poking out.

"i think this'll come in handy for the time being. arms up darling."

he then hovered over you, whilst you followed his instructions. he placed your wrists against the headboard, entwining them with the belt. he tightened the strap, making sure it wasn't too tight for you. he stood back and admired his work.

"now i would grant your wish, but i want to have my fun first. spread those legs for me y/n."

"but kento...i want you-"

"i know princess, i know. how about this then; if you can be a good girl for me then i'll give you what you want. but if you're bad..."

he came up to your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin.

"i'll see to it that you'll be crying for me to stop."

he then moved back, lowering his body until he was face to face with your lower half.

"may i?"

you nodded and he slipped your shorts down, nearly melting when he saw that you had nothing on underneath.

"no underwear? bold statement y/n."

he took in the sight before him. your cunt was wet and dripping, a sight he often liked to see. he wasted no time in diving right in, licking a long stripe, then latching onto your clit. you moaned out and squeezed your thighs against his head, trying to trap him. which resolved in a harsh slap to them.

"aht aht, what did i say y/n?"

he then pried your legs open making sure they stayed there while he started eating you out like it was his last meal on death row. you were restricted so the only thing you could do was lie there and take it all. as if the pleasure wasn't enough already he then proceeded to add his fingers in, thrusting at a fast pace.

"fuckk kento, it's too much!"

he ignored you, carrying on thrusting right up until he felt you clench onto him. he pulled away while you started whimpering at the loss of contact. until you saw him pulling down his boxers. he then placed his dick on your entrance, rubbing it until the head was coated in your juices.

"god princess, you're dripping for me." he groaned.

"kento please stop messing around and fuck me already!"

"oi. now we'll never get anywhere with that bratty, impatient attitude will we?" he then started teasing your clit with his dick.

“is this what you want?”

you shook your head. he then moved lower back to your entrance again.

"perhaps this?"

"nanami please...j-just fuck me i can't take it anymore!"

that's when all forms of self control snapped within nanami and he pushed himself in, bottoming out instantly. your walls encaged him, blocking any forms of escape.

"hmmm...you're so fucking tight sweetheart. it's like you don't want me to ever leave." he grunted while starting to rock his body back and forth.

"pick up the pace nanami, please god."

for once, he complied, starting to pound into you with great speed, making the both of you moan and groan in pleasure.

“god isn’t the one making you feel good y/n, what’s my name?”

"kento! baby please, i wanna hold you."

he stopped for a second and undid the belt buckle, releasing it from your sore wrists. your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and he continued his pace.

"fuck y/n, you feel so good." nanami groaned into your neck. his words of praise added to the pleasure making you moan out more for him.

the smell of sweat, sex and pure love wafted throughout the room while the both of you neared your climax. nanami felt himself getting close before you so he reached down and quickly started rubbing on your clit, which made you instantly reach your limit. the grasp you had on him made him weak and he felt him self release right after, his cum flowing into your body.

all was silent for a moment, the pair of you taking a moment to calm down from the intensity of your orgasms.

"you didn't pull out kento."

"ah shit!"

he bounced up, ready to get the plan b pill from the bathroom.

"wait! kento. what if i wanted to keep it. would you?"

he stood there, eyes bulged at you. you were talking about a baby. a living, walking, crying baby. this would mean so much for the both of you and to be quite frank, he liked the thought of it. after a second he gained composure and opened his mouth to talk.

"i think we're ready."

[sarcastic-nebula]

foxiyo day one: date night

Riyo finished touching up her make-up. She usually freshens it up throughout her workday, so she can best be the face of her people and maintain the Senate work culture. Today, however, was special, which was why she applied a little more contour and gold liner at ten minutes after 1700 hours in her office in the Senate building. Her date would be meeting her at the front of the building, after both of their workdays.

She packed away her make-up into its bag and replaced it in its proper drawer in her desk, before grabbing her tote bag and exiting her office. The door would automatically lock behind her.

Riyo paused, outside of her office, to double check she had everything. Datapad, communicator, wallet, apartment key-chip. Plus styluses, pens, various pieces of flimsi. She continued to her and her partner's meeting place. Hopefully he would be on time.

Fox finished his watered-down mug of caf from Maker-knew how many hours ago. He watered it down himself because Riyo was always telling him to drink "actual" water, and because he couldn't find a clean, separate vessel. The clock told him he had fifteen minutes left of his shift, and adding in commute time, twenty five minutes total (give or take) before his scheduled evening with Riyo.

Thankfully, citizens were usually too hungover or too motivated to get into too much trouble on Primedays. Usually.

Twenty four minutes.

Fox prayed to the Maker that it would reman a usual Primeday.

Riyo saw Fox walking in her direction. She met him halfway, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, love. I see you had enough time to change into your civvies. Easy day?"

Fox huffed a laugh, and kissed her forehead.

"Compared to the Zillo Beast, every day is an easy day."

Riyo whacked him lightly with her tote. "You say that every time," she scolded, "Let's go, we have to get moving if we want to get to Fensan's on time." She put her hand into Fox's, and began to lead them to their restaurant. Fox easily fell into step with Riyo. As exhausted as he was, he wouldn't show it. He wanted to spend this evening sharing a meal with his partner, even if it ate up more of his limited energy and time.

Fensan's Kitchen was a modest Pantoran-Mandalorian food stall that shared its space with various other vendors at a minor shopping mall. It was somewhat hidden; the kind of place you only see if you really look. It also happened to be one of the few eating spots that could remind a homesick Senator of a cheap, home-cooked meal while also granting her privacy. Fox didn't mind it as he wasn't a picky eater, and had come to enjoy both types of flavors.

When the couple reached Fensan's, only a few levels down and a short walk, they both paused to look at the overhead menu. Riyo let Fox take his time, and rested her head on his shoulder. Fox liked to try new things sometimes, while Riyo had known what she had had a hankering for hours ago.

"Ready, sarad?" Riyo looked up at Fox and nodded. Like Fox, she too was tired, but wouldn't truly show it. They approached the register, ordered, split the bill with the credits from their respective pockets, and then sat down to wait for their food.

A few moments passed in silence, Fox rubbing Riyo's hand with his thumb. Both content in the brief peace, and tired from their respective days.

Riyo started, "After this, would you like to have a nightcap at my apartment?" Do you want to sip at an ounce of hard liquor from my homeworld and exchange horror stories from the day?

"I have an early morning tomorrow, but I wouldn't say no to extending the evening. Why, did you restock?" My day wasn't so bad to need alcohol to cope with it all this time, but I would like to go home with you. How bad was your day?

"I understand, but I wouldn't mind some company tonight. Long day at the office." I need to spend time with someone who won't politely call me a blue naiive bantha herder to my face like that bitch Senator from Kamino.

"That bill giving you trouble again?"

Riyo forced a chuckle, "You have no idea. Anyway, how was your day? Is Thorn back from that injury yet?"

Two trays of food were placed in front of Riyo and Fox, startling them.

"Keji, you should have called us! You didn't have to bring us our food-"

"Senator Chuchi, it's no problem. Enjoy your meal." Keji, one of the owners, left Riyo and Fox's table.

"I swear to the goddess, that is one of the kindest women in the galaxy," Riyo said before taking a bite of her meat and root vegetable stew. "You were saying?"

"Work was fine. Organizing patrols, yelling at the boys, paperwork. Thorn is back, yes, I'll tell him you asked." Fox replied with a smile. He chose to wait for his entree to cool off, so he picked at the slaw on the side.

"Does he still call me the pretty senator from Pantora?" She giggled.

Fox's grin grew. Yes. "Not really, not anymore."

Riyo took a few more bites. She was used to scalding hot food.

"Did you drink enough water today?"

"I tried, do I get points for that? I had at least two" three "mugs of caf and three" two "mugs of water. What about you?" Fox moved on to his entree.

"You absolutely get points for that. Especially since I know you prefer the bigger mugs. As for me, I--" Riyo's sentence ended abruptly.

"You alright?"

"I'm not sure if I had much water today. Tea at breakfast, and maybe a sip at lunch? I can't remember."

Fox shook his head and laughed. "Your head doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Not this time."

"I'll be right back," Fox left the table, and returned with a huge plastic cup of water with two straws. "That'll get us on track."

Riyo smiled softly.

"Thanks, love."

[not-really-a-writer]

All Dressed Up with Nowhere to go

Summary: Returning from a mission, you find yourself ghosted by your would-be date. All dressed up with nowhere to go, someone else gives you company.

Clone Medic Kix x fem!reader

Warnings: ghosting, flirting, angst, mutual pining, kissing. Reader is a bit near-sighted. Allusions to sexual activity, undressing. 2.8k word count

A ship-wide announcement rings throughout the Resolute, "...estimated time of arrival: 1 hour." One more measly hour and then you'll be back above Coruscant, ready to take a transport down to the surface for some much needed shore leave.

The mission you just competed alongside the 501st boys was a long and arduous one. The long days in transit were spent in mourning, but by now the clones were ready to move on, never taking a day for granted as they did. They were ready to take some time off for leave as well, to celebrate the fact that they and their remaining brothers were still alive and well.

"You coming with us to '79's?" Kix asks, peeping his head into the door of the med bay storage locker that you are standing in. You look up from your datapad, and turn to look at Kix over your shoulder. "Nah, I'm actually meeting up with a guy I've been talking to. A civilian guy."

"Ooohhh," Kix teases playfully, drawing his lips into a tight little "O". As a civilian medic, you worked alongside Kix for many months now, and you had became to know him quite well. You had a good working relationship, and during the weeks of this last mission, you started to become closer on a personal level. "Didn't realize you were talking to any civilian guys," he muses curiously.

You turn around to face Kix. "Well, there's a lot you still don't know about me," you say, batting your eyes innocently at Kix. "We started talking about a week before the mission," you start. "We sent some messages back and forth while we've been away. Started talking more once we completed the mission and been in transit back to Coruscant. In fact, we're planning to meet tonight. Pretty much as soon as we get back," you say excitedly.

"Is that so?" Kix asks, almost rhetorically, since he knows you wouldn't make anything like that up. He smiles when he says it, so that you know he isn't seriously asking that question of you. You feel yourself blush slightly before you let him in on more details. "He asked me out on a date tonight," you confess, a girlish grin taking over your face.

"Ohhhhh," Kix teases again, "So that's why you're ditching us tonight. Because of ...some guy ...." Kix says, his voice trailing off when you realize you hadn't told him the guy's name.

"Mitt," you say quietly, only for Kix's ears. "His name is Mitt." Kix waves his hand dismissively. "It's OK. Just hassling you. Have fun on your date with Mitt... You deserve it," he adds with his lips turned upward, a soft look in his eyes, before he turns away to leave you in the storage locker to complete your inventory check.

An hour passes quickly, and this gives you plenty of time to finish your supply inventory and rush to your stateroom to get dressed. You did not keep many civilian articles of clothing onboard the ship, but you did happen to have a cute red strappy dress that you picked up while stopped on a supply run in the mid-rim. Red dress, black heels. A classic outfit.

Getting dressed on the ship would save you time in going all the way to your apartment when you can just go straight from the landing on Coruscant to wherever Mitt wanted to meet. He had told you to contact him as soon as you were in orbit above the planet so that he could get ready to meet you. And you had done so, as soon as the Resolute arrived.

*Click* Click * Click* Your heels echo sharply throughout the corridors of the ship. The flowy fabric of your dress skirt flaps and sways around your hips and thighs. You feel a little funny all dressed up on the ship. The men were so used to seeing you in your uniform or your armor. Never like this.

Instead of sitting in your stateroom alone, you walk back toward the med bay to await your turn to take a transport down to the surface. You knew Kix's transport would be departing last, so he'd be stuck on the ship for a while longer. And you wanted to give him some company before you go down to the surface. Besides, you hadn't yet heard back from Mitt since you commed him to alert him of your arrival above Coruscant. Sitting in your stateroom alone would not help the time pass by faster!

You hear a sharp whistle as you enter the med bay, and simultaneously, you feel at least a dozen pairs of identical eyes land on you. "Whew! Mitt is one luuuucky guy," Jesse says loudly across the large room. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment from all the attention. Nope, they never saw you like this before. To be fair, you did look pretty hot in the dress and your heels, but you didn't want to be stared at.

You roll your eyes at Jesse as you cross the room to confront him. "Did he tell everyone on the whole ship, Jesse?" you ask in mock annoyance. "No, Kix told me. And, well, then I told a lot of people," Jesse tosses back at you. "Maybe not the whole shi-" You cut Jesse off by clamping your hand over his mouth. "Ugh, save it," you say, laughing at Jesse's attempts to mumble under your hand. Being friends with Kix meant that naturally you had developed a friendship with Jesse. The two of you acted like brother and sister more than anything else.

A ship-wide announcement interrupts your banter, letting Jesse know that his transport is now boarding to go to the surface. "That's me. Catch ya later," he says, patting you on the shoulder before leaving the med bay.

You sigh watching Jesse leave and hop up on an exam table, looking down at your comm device. No reply from Mitt. Not yet anyway. "Did, uhhh, someone say my name?" Kix asks when he re-enters the room, his eyes roaming around until they land on you.

You're too busy with your comm device to notice the way his eyes fix on you, the way the crimson fabric wraps around your seated body, the way the fabric of your skirt dips between the shape of your thighs, just below where you were holding your comm device. The deep V-neck line of your dress plunging to reveal the delicate skin of your chest, soft curves of your cleavage - skin he had never seen on you before. Nope, you're too busy looking at your empty message list to see the way his jaw drops, and hear his breath stutter when he sees you sitting there.

"No, just Jesse running his big mouth," you say light-heartedly, answering his question. You glance up briefly from your comm device with a playful smile and you meet Kix's stare. Oh Kix, always so serious.

Without your glasses, you don't notice the finer details of his expression. How he is caught off guard by your smile, how he tries to recover from getting caught with his open-mouthed staring at you in your red dress. How he had already forgotten what question he asked for you to provide that answer - something about Jesse?

Kix chuckles and walks over to where you are seated on the exam table. "Move over," he says gently. And you do, allowing Kix to take a spot next to you on the exam table. "Ssssoooooo, " Kix says, leaning over to nudge you with his shoulder, "Where's he taking you?" he questions.

You can't help but roll your eyes at Kix's inquisitiveness. Perhaps he was just living vicariously through you since he didn't have a civilian girl of his own. "Why should I tell you that? Half the ship will know by the time I get to the surface," you tease.

"Well, Jesse's not here anymore so that's not gonna happen," Kix retorts. "Fair," you reply, biting back a smile. You look down at your comm device and your smile fades. "Truth is, I don't know," you admit.

"Is it a surprise?" Kix asks, running his hand over the back of his head. "Well, maybe?" you say, shrugging your shoulders. "We talked about going out to a few different places, but I haven't heard from him in a few days," you confess.

"A few days?" Kix echos, but with concern. "How did he ask you out tonight if you hadn't heard from him in a few days?"

"I told him a few days ago when we were gonna be back. And he said we should go out that night, when we get back. He said to comm him as soon as we arrived, so I did," you say.

"Hmmm..." Kix hums thoughtfully, but says nothing further. "I sent him a few more messages after that but he didn't say anything. I just assumed he was waiting for us to get back," you add. You didn't want to sound pathetic, but you knew you could trust Kix with the truth. There was no reason to hide anything from him.

Another ship-wide announcement signals the boarding of yet another transport to the surface. Some of the men in the med bay move out, leaving you with Kix and a few other remaining troopers.

You check your device again, and see no new messages. You decide to send him a new message. Maybe he somehow missed your earlier one. You think of what to type, and then you send your message: "Hey Mitt! We're back! Ready to go out tonight?"

Kix leans over when he notices you typing. "Did you check to see if he is receiving your messages?" he whispers. "No, how do you do that?" you ask.

Kix takes your comm device and changes some kind of setting on it. "There, now when you send a message, you can see if he has received it and is just ignoring them or if he just isn't opening them at all," he says.

"Oh... thanks," you smile at Kix. You hadn't known about that until now.

A few moments pass, and then you hear another announcement for more transports boarding, the remaining troopers in the med bay clear out, leaving you and Kix alone in comfortable silence.

"What'd you do to end up on the last transport?" you ask. "Oh,... I volunteered for it," Kix replies simply. Of course, Kix the considerate medic. Always putting others before himself.

"When does yours leave for the surface?" Kix asks you. "Now, but I can always take a later one," you reply unenthusiastically, looking down at your device. Kix starts unclipping and stacking his upper armor in preparation to go out tonight. One more time, you think. You decide to send Mitt one more message before giving up on him.

"Hey Mitt, you still up for going out tonight?" You hit send and watch the indicator change from sent to delivered. His device is receiving the message, but he isn't responding. Sigh.

Kix takes a seat back on the exam table and watches your chest heave when you sigh. He shakes the dirty thoughts from his head as if embarrassed that you might hear them from where you are sitting. You rub your face with your hands and set your comm device off to the side, no longer fixated on it. Then, you lean over onto Kix. He welcomes you by wrapping one arm around you.

It feels good to lean on him, his muscled arm weighing on you like a heavy blanket. His strong body supporting your weight as you melt into him. "I'm sorry," Kix says quietly, though there is nobody else in the med bay to overhear your conversation. "It's OK. It happens. A lot actually," you say with a forced laugh. Kix was a compassionate person, and you didn't want him to feel even more sorry for you.

"A lot?" he asks incredulously. You snort softly through your nose. "Yeah... a lot of guys will have a lot to say in the beginning. Then... they just go quiet after a little while," you say shaking your head. "Probably just found someone else they were more interested in, I get ghosted then they move on," you wonder out loud.

You feel Kix shake his head as he draws you closer with his arm wrapped around you. "Pretty dumb to be upset over something that never even got started in the first place, right?" you ask. Kix just continues to shake his head, while holding you against him.

"No. Pretty dumb to leave someone like you hanging," Kix says, turning to face you. "Aww, Kix," you say playfully until your eyes meet his. Up close, you can see the sincerity in his expression. He really means it. "That's really sweet of you to say," you whisper, and you really do mean it. Kix was always so sweet. No matter the horrors he had gone through, he always presented the best of himself to others. So caring and so kind. He was a good man. Any girl fortunate enough to catch his eye would be a lucky girl.

Before you decide to do anything stupid, you pull him in for a hug. The two of you hold each other, sitting there on the med bay exam table. Two strong arms wrap around you, gently caressing the fabric of your dress. You bring your arms around his shoulders, hands resting on the fitted black fabric clinging to his firm, toned body. It feels good pressed up against him like this.

Finally, a ship-wide announcement calls for the last transport boarding for the surface.

"Well..." you start, pulling away from him, and hopping down from the exam table. "That's you," you say, giving Kix a little slap on his thigh plate before he slides off the table to join you in standing. "You mean, that's us?" he offers as a correction, giving you a wink.

"Ohh, I don't know," you fumble, flustered by Kix's adorable wink. You look all around the room, avoiding his face. "Well, I'm not leaving you here all dressed up with nowhere to go," he says, squaring himself in front of you, trying to find your eyes.

You bring yourself to look at him, and shake your head. Oh Kix, always the gentleman. "You know you can go out tonight and get any girl you want without me," you say slyly.

Kix blushes slightly and rolls his eyes at your comment. "I don't know about all that," he chuckles, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. Looks like you're not the only one flustered, but he's just so adorable when he's flustered!

"Prettiest girl in any room, I guarantee it," you say, taking delight in how much your words are getting to him. Kix was a pretty one indeed, and he knew it.

Kix laughs softly and gently grips the backs of your upper arms, turning you to face him. "How 'bout this room?" he says, expression changing to a more sincere one like earlier.

Your lips part in preparation to counter his words when suddenly the realization of what's happening sinks in. Had you missed all the signs before? Was this really happening?

You search Kix's face for signs of joking. A hint that he may not be serious and is only playing with you right now. Something to give you an excuse to push the fantasy out of your brain that this wonderful man may actually be feeling something for you. But there are none. Your eyes roam his face until they land on his luscious lips. Then, nothing is more powerful than the force that draws you together.

Your lips meet softly at first. Gentle brushes of your lips on his, his on yours. You kiss all parts of his lips before opening yours to let him inside. His late-night stubble tickles your face where your skin touches. You wrap your arms back around his upper body to feel the firm muscles there, just underneath the thin blanket of fabric. Kix's skillful hands wander to the open back of your dress to feel your body. Skin he had never felt on you before.

A ship-wide announcement calls for final boarding of the last transport, but it does not reach your ears. When you climb back onto the exam table, the clattering of your comm device does not register either. Your mind is too busy processing the sight of Kix - this gorgeous man, a beautiful person inside and out - between your legs and you are just trying to hold onto reality for the moment.

Kix's skillful fingers undo the fine clasps and buttons on the back of your dress, and he slides the smooth fabric down your body until it falls into a heap on the floor. Kix was right, he wasn't leaving you here all dressed up with nowhere to go. You might have nowhere to go, but with Kix, that was exactly where you wanted to be.

[apixrl]

IT'S YOU.

hanta sero x fem!reader

WARNING(S): slight angst. mostly arguing / tension but fluff towards the end.

word count: 5.3k

song: it's you // gavriel

note(s): if u stan him ur immediately just so hot and sexc and if not ur just really stinky sorry not sorry

italian translation - translator !!

The heavy pouring rain waged war against your once dry and stylish jacket. The piece of clothing now resorted to an added weight as you strode forth to reach your apartment complex. Luckily you were only a street away, your hurried walk turning into a legitimate jog when the storeyed building came into sight. It was Friday night, meaning the day you worked overtime for the sake of earning a little extra as well as filling in for a coworker. Most of the day the weather had been miserable, the sky maintaining a mundane and drilling grey cloudy sketch that slowly collected into rain. Luckily your morning walk to work hadn't been affected by the downfall but the weather had chosen to stick around for your walk home.

Your jacket glued itself to your frame as its capability to keep you dry fleetly decreased, the hoodie underneath beginning to dampen ever so faintly too. Your pants were already taken to the rain, answering its call by absorbing the water into the fabric and making them exceptionally uncomfortable to wear. The pair of shoes on your feet struggled to bind together as they countlessly stepped in puddle after puddle, wearing and tearing with every step you took.

Cars passed by, tires causing gushes of water to hit the pavement. The street lamps did nothing to show your presence as they sped by, your body growing damper from the droplets of water hitting you. You briefly scolded the inconsiderate drivers in your head, eyes glancing ahead to meet an approaching individual. They were most likely a neighbour but given the darkness surrounding you weren't entirely sure, ultimately deciding to keep your head down and not draw attention to yourself.

In truth, this wasn't the only reason.

During the last week and a half, your want to socialise was relatively low, finding a lot of your spare time spent at home and in your own company. The separation from society was healthy for your recently plagued mind, spending afternoons finding all kinds of homely leisure to pass the hours by. It felt much more wholesome and enjoyable to endeavour in a story from your bookshelf or writing poetry in your journal straight from the heart rather than sitting aimlessly on your phone. Simply scrolling through social media to bore the day away.

Why the sudden stray from society to your own little world? Well... sometimes having a popular Pro Hero as a boyfriend came with its cons. Especially when hardships came between. As of the Tuesday approaching, it would be your ten-month anniversary with your partner - Hanta. Or what he was better known as; Taping Hero: Cellophane.

Yours and his meet was rather mundane truth be told. What started as a journey to purchase a recently released volume of one of Hanta's favourite manga comics took a drastic turn and became something much more meaningful. He caught you grabbing the final copy available, smoothly swooping in to attempt to charm you into giving him the comic (the ravenette had been to about five stores before that during patrol - a rather lousy thing to do but he justified his actions with lack of spare time). However, he walked out with a date two nights later instead, finding himself be moved by your own charms and attraction that Hanta urged himself to ask and not miss the chance.

From there, things were taken slow. His social status was shared pretty quickly, faster than Hanta felt comfortable with - liking the idea of you liking him for who he was over his fame and wealth. It didn't affect your perspective of the ravenette, since you had already fallen for him before such information could be told. It took a month before you officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, and life couldn't have been better for the pair of you. For the most part, your relationship was perfectly stable and as healthy as you could make it. But unfortunately, all good things must come with a cost.

See, one thing you were to learn with growing closer to Hanta was he kept his personal life extremely separate from his heroic persona. Such a statement was made very clear before you brought your relationship to the next level since the ravenette requested that if you were to become lovers that he would want it to remain private. So he could feel he had a somewhat normal life outside of his duties as a hero. Whilst becoming a Pro was his dream and the man loved his job, Hanta was also a sucker for peace and quiet too. Having that metaphorical and literal balance in his life granted him inner peace, and as his partner, you respected that.

At least at first, since you didn't think you would reach ten months together and still be hiding behind sunglasses whenever the pair of you wanted to see a movie.

You couldn't lie, it was endearingly sweet Hanta felt that way, partly anyway. The fact he cherished your love and relationship so close to his heart that it was only shared between you two. But your irrationality couldn't help but make you wonder how in a concerning way, Hanta's desire to keep you from his greatest achievement in life (becoming a top ten pro) almost felt like he was hiding you... like he didn't want you a part of it. And once that thought struck you as the ravenette rested peacefully beside you one night, it didn't shy away anytime soon. Given the fact you had spoken briefly about making yourselves public in the past with little to no issue, you didn't think you would cause harm by bringing it up again. But it seemed your choice of when to bring it up was poor, as it most certainly did not run smoothly between you.

Something about his day had irritated Hanta, and so you pinning such focus on the subject seemed to pass him over his limit. There were a few snaps here and there, which you didn't necessarily appreciate, and Hanta's lack of enthusiasm and care for your request made you all the more upset. So weighted emotions matched with the evident disagreement surely lead to Hanta storming out of your apartment with such a slam to the door you wouldn't have expressed shock if your neighbour's stepped out in the hall to see the chaos ensuing.

That was nine days ago, and so far neither of you had seen nor spoken to the other. You'd made attempts to contact him since then, attempts you knew before you tried would come out unsuccessful. But from observation, Hanta was surprisingly a complete mess when it came to emotions based on negativity. Whenever the ravenette grew angry or agitated he became a closed book, so hard for you to read that the only thing you learned that worked was to give him space. To let him get through his upset alone since he never seemed to allow for outer help and comfort to assist. Which you despised because you wanted to help him through his troubles. To be there as the big spoon or to be the shoulder to cry on. But stupid male pride got in the way, Hanta building a wall so high and thick between him, his emotions and you that truth be told you had no idea how to push through.

So you resorted to letting him get over it in his own time, knowing deep down he would come around eventually. It wasn't the first quarrel you'd had and hopefully not the worst, and you knew this was Hanta's way of dealing with it. Whilst you had been willing to wait it out, you placed that thought in your head thinking it to be only two or three days before Hanta made some sort of effort.

But it was nine. And that was beginning to concern you greatly.

You finally reached the stairs leading up to your apartment building, the relief flowing through your system so freeing and wonderous. All that was left was to type in the passcode by the main doors and you would be merrily under shelter, able to kick off your trainers and slip into some comfy sweats. Perhaps even make yourself a warm cup of cocoa and watch an episode of a show you needed to catch up on before the sweet release of sleep. Or so you thought it was going to go.

Twenty minutes later and your thumb grazed lightly over your phone's home screen, imaginatively stroking the black hair of a certain boy you loved dear as he smiled cross-eyed back at you. The photo was taken when Hanta took you ice skating in the countryside during the winter which previously passed. He discovered a secluded location hiding a spacious lake that had been glazed with thick, sturdy ice. After numerous times of losing your balance, Hanta deemed it amusing to take a photo with you as you sat on your backside in defeat. And whilst it did humiliate you, you adored Hanta's goofy looking face in the photo. Hence why it was your background.

You'd found yourself staring at the photo the night prior too, contemplating whether to try to call again or not. What if something was wrong? What if Hanta was injured and somewhere under repair at one of the numerous hospitals in the city? God... what if the doofus finally slung himself across the city as crazily as that Western hero he never shut up about and fell to his death? And your setback from social media was the reason you hadn't found out yet? See! This was a reason why you wanted to go public! At least in an emergency, somebody would know who to contact!

Your brows crinkled at that final thought, what began as concern moving back a step to annoyance and you settled on tossing your phone behind you on your bed in defeat. Proceeding to stand upright, you tugged the oversized hoodie (Hanta's hoodie not to mention) on your person and wandered through the rooms of your apartment to your kitchen. Where the bubbling of your kettle boiling water filtered your ears. The low hum calmed you as you leaned against the counter in thought, arms crossed over your chest and your eyes focused deeply beyond the wooden flooring.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The noise went unheard at first, so occupied in your head you mistook the sound for the kettle boiling. But when the triple trill sounded again, it dawned on you that that was most certainly not how a kettle was supposed to sound. Snapping out of your focus, your head lifted to the kettle before it scanned the room around you. Nothing seemed different at all, and nothing inside your apartment had a reason to make such a sound.

Unless you had rats... then maybe that would make sense.

Please don't be rats.

Having no initial success, you blankly went back to your thoughtful state - the kettle finally boiling. Permitting you to fill the lavender painted mug that waited impatiently on the side, four heaped teaspoons of cocoa powder begging for hydration inside. Now actually having something to do you hoisted yourself off of the counter, stepping to the one opposite to do the task at hand. But then just as you were going to pour the heated water...

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

This time it was more rushed and heightened, holding a lack of patience to a certain extent. It was there you finally trailed your eyes left, right and centre, your E/C irises landing on the french doors past your sofa which lead to your balcony. Doing as much as possible to downplay your panic by putting on a brave face, you manoeuvred from your perch in the kitchen and headed for the doors to glance outside. Thankfully the light on the balcony was switched on, giving you a glimpse of silhouettes to the arrangement of the outdoor area. At first, nothing seemed different at all. Just the usual setting your balcony always had. A few potted plants and a small sakura blossom which you'd been growing from the seed, as well as a glass table and four chairs. Not to mention the closed up umbrella and pole reaching for the stars above too. But looking over your observations, something went amiss. Since when did you have five chairs?

Squinting your eyes in a struggle to focus better, they were only set to widen as it hit you what you could see. There, perched on your balcony in a squatting position was a person... balancing perfectly on the thin pole as their head leaned forwards to occasionally peer inside the glass doors. It took a second or two for you to figure out what was going on. But the moment you recalled the fact you had a boyfriend with the ability to swing from rooftop to rooftop, your heart both plummeted to your feet and leapt to the heavens above simultaneously.

After realising what was happening, you moved to the lock of the glass doors and grabbed hold. That movement seemed to indicate shifting on the exterior because the person on the other side stood upright and casually stepped off the railing as though it were a stair. You swallowed thickly, clamping down on the inside of your cheek in worry that you could not see his face. Unfortunate for your nerves since at least then you could gain some form of presumption to what his expression read. So walking in blind, you unlocked the door and jiggled it open, the glass door sliding to the side easily. Quickly did the silent walls of your apartment be filled to the brim with the heavy downpour of rain and distant car horns in the distance. As well as the overhanging state of tension in the air as your eyes trailed up the slender frame of your visitor and meeting the ebony eyes you'd been missing for far too long now.

"What... what are you doing here?" You uttered out after a long twenty seconds passed. Upon opening the door no words were said, only the longing gaze of two conflicted lovers. Hanta stood before you with a discouraged expression, lips tightly pursed together with no catchphrase toothy grin to show. He was donning his hero costume, though his helmet appeared to be missing for reasons you didn't know why. But it didn't help Hanta one bit since his black locks were laced with the heavy downpour from above. You imagined his hero costume was drenched as well, damp spandex sounding all too discomforting in your head as you used it as a focus to ease the nerves you felt to the sudden visit.

"Hey," Hanta finally said after what felt like a millennium. What were his usual cheerful tones came out low and unsure, like the ravenette hadn't come prepared and was relying on other factors to push himself forward. With sunken brows and a clear of his throat, Hanta continued as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. "Can I come in?"

"Oh... right, sure," You stated blankly and stepped back for him to do so. At first, you wanted to ask him why he decided to come to your balcony of all things, but the look in his eyes had convinced you to wait for that chance. There was just something about those gorgeous orbs of ebony you couldn't say no to - conflict or not. Luckily your apartment flooring was hard, meaning any water from Hanta's shoes (or soles as his costume didn't use shoes) could be mopped up and dealt with later. Not that you were thinking about that at all. Your mind was too focused on processing what was going on.

"I was in the neighbourhood and you know that my tape is crap in rain so... I didn't know where else to crash," Hanta started once inside your apartment. He nervously laughed as though to ease inner feelings, hands meeting his hips in a lost attempt to make conversation. It was mainly due to the fact you hadn't properly greeted him, sort of dawdling between him and the sofa. You looked Hanta up and down and sighed, seeing how soaked he was.

"Here... slip this on," You lifted your hands over your head to tug the hoodie off, holding it out for Hanta to take. It was his anyway, and it would be a lie to say you weren't wearing it for his scent. Underneath the hoodie, you donned a simple black tank top you tended to wear during your morning jogs or times of exercise. The ravenette took it reluctantly, initiating you to head for your bedroom. "I'll go grab you some pants too. And a towel for your hair,"

"Oh... okay then," Hanta was genuinely astonished by the hospitality, watching you disappear down the hall. As you grabbed the aforementioned items, he began to remove the top half of his hero costume. It was true that Hanta loved his hero costume very much but when it came to the rain he wanted nothing more than to change the design completely. The spandex soaked up the rain and it took hours to drip out, not only dampening him but also multiplying its weight much more than double its usual. With his tape dispenser shoulder pads placed on the floor, Hanta stripped himself of his top half. Sighing when he discovered the rain had seeped through and dampened his skin. Luckily you entered the room shortly after, carrying some grey sweats of Hanta's and a freshly cleaned towel.

"So... is there any other reason you decided to scare the crap out of me on my balcony?" You questioned flatly, a hand on your hip as you held the towel out for Hanta, placing the sweats on the sofa cushion next to him. He mumbled a quick thanks, promptly starting to dry his upper half.

"Well yeah," The ravenette stopped momentarily to glance your way, ebony eyes finding you back at the countertop in the kitchen where you resumed the task of making cocoa. Hanta quickly expressed a sigh. "W-We gotta talk,"

"About?" You asked innocently, though you were fully aware of what was being implied. Chewing the inside of your cheek as you did your best not to make eye contact, Hanta furrowed his brows at you.

"I think you know,"

"Well, are we starting afresh or picking up where we left off? The moment you decided to storm out of here and slam the door shut?" You spoke in a passive-aggressive manner because truth be told, you didn't appreciate Hanta's way of handling your last discussion at all. So you were certainly planning on letting him know. Speaking of which, Hanta was now scrubbing his raven locks dry as his eyes closed in response. Almost like he expected you to react in such a manner. Though he refrained from biting back, knowing that would only make it worse. Not his aim for visiting.

"Starting afresh,"

"Okay then," Was all you said, stirring your spoon and tapping it quite obnoxiously on the side of the mug before dropping it into the kitchen sink. Then you moved to the fridge to grab yourself some squirty cream. The can practically empty, it reminded you how badly you needed to go grocery shopping the next day. As for a reply, from across the room, you could only see the essence of hesitance. Either from Hanta figuring where to go from that or ultimate regret for even coming. Your bets were on both.

"Look Y/N -," The ravenette began, relatively quick to dry the rest of himself off and to put on the remaining clothes. Just as he was prepared to skirt over to your side, his actions ceased upon seeing you setting yourself down on the armchair opposite. Hanta had a moment where he didn't move, unsure what to do before he resorted to sitting down on the sofa. Feeling it the only safe thing to do. "I don't want problems between us. It's the last thing I want, okay?"

"I um... okay," You said, fingertips tapping lightly against the ceramic mug filled to the brim with whipped cream and cocoa. Hanta met your gaze for a split second, hands proceeding to fiddle with the other much more prominently.

"But... I want you to know that I've been thinking about it and well... I guess if it'll make you happy, I'm willing to do it and go public," Hanta spoke through a sigh. Peculiar, because a week ago you would have probably broken into a bright smile and jumped straight into the ravenette's arms then and there. Yet, you remained in your seat and mouthed a small oh of... disappointment was it? Whilst you weren't certain what it was, it most definitely felt like that. Which was odd because the words Hanta had just uttered were the ones you had been waiting to hear for months now.

Funnily enough, it didn't take you long to figure out why. Because throughout the previous week and the lack of contact, that's exactly what had been the route of the problem. The way Hanta treated you during your last interaction and the lack of communication mixed with it. It wasn't the original issue anymore. Of course, you still wanted that. But you additionally craved a sense of closure for how you were treated.

"Hanta I...," Hanta's brows crinkled together in a frown, not shy to display his confusion to your hesitant tones.

"What? What is it? T-That's what you want right?" He replied.

"Yes, it's what I want. But that's not the issue anymore,"

"What do you mean? I'm not following...," His response made you scoff. Not exactly great for the situation at hand. You remained silent for a little bit longer, scratching the side of your head as you sat upright to elaborate.

"Hanta... you haven't texted or called me in over a week. You walked out of here after a fight and practically went radio silent!" Was your protest, watching as Hanta fell back against the sofa. Unbeknownst to you, there was another reason he did this. An inner conflict he had yet to unveil. A prolonged silence ensued as if Hanta was trying to find the correct words to say.

"Because I needed space Y/N... time to think!"

"Yeah well we both did... but even calling just to say that would have been reassuring," You weren't finished despite trailing off, Hanta seeming to notice by the way your lips were faintly parted. "I know you have a busy schedule but... but...," The thought entered your mind for a split moment, doing much more damage than intended.

"But what?"

"It doesn't matter. I-it's stupid," You tried to brush it off, suppressing the thought further down into your system so it wouldn't win you over. Hanta didn't seem to like that though, his head tilting your way with his eyes boring into your own. He could tell when something was bothering you, just from your body language.

"No. Tell me,"

"You're not losing interest in me, are you?" It sounded ridiculous the moment you uttered the words, and it sounded even more ridiculous as Hanta's hands met the bridge of his nose in a heavy sigh. Quickly causing you to further your point. "I-I just thought that you not wanting to go public and being 'busy' was a nice way of saying -,"

"Don't even finish that sentence,"

"Sorry," The silence lingering between you both drowned out your voice, to which you looked down at your hands with a sigh. The ravenette sat upright rather abruptly, shifting onto his feet and coursing a hand through his hair. There was a clashing frown on his face as he reflected on the words he just heard.

"I can't believe you would even think that... that I'm growing tired of you!" Hanta called out in disbelief, near offended by the accusation. His body twisted to face you, eyeing you down for some sort of explanation or justification to what you said.

"It's hard not to when you're giving off all these... these signs!" That was your best response. Though you were set to be cut off by another sharp sigh from Hanta. One of many expressed that rainy night. You watched as he walked on over to the glass doors he entered moments earlier, observing the rain slashing harshly against the clear surface. It had grown even heavier since his entry, the back of his mind relieved to be out of the dangerous weather and inside closed doors. He didn't ponder on it long though, returning to the situation at hand and leaving the indistinct 'pitter-patter' of the rain behind him.

"Y/N have you ever thought for a single moment why I've kept you secret for so long?"

"You said you liked your private life to be away from your hero one... a-and I get that!" You replied urgently. "I'm okay with all the publicity and the social media responses and -," As though he expected that answer, Hanta interrupted you with a near saddened laugh. It caused you to frown and glare his way, about to raise your voice if not for his own voice filling the apartment.

"You know my job isn't just walking around being a celebrity, right?" Hanta glanced back at you. "I'm a hero for crying out loud! I protect people from danger! People like you!" The ravenette pressed a closed fist against the glass pane of the door, forehead inches away from the surface since Hanta shifted most of his weight onto it. You tilted your head, frowning.

"I know that but -,"

"But do you?" Hanta's tone came off harsher than intended to emphasise his point. But he was quick to abandon it, clicking his tongue in defeat to a battle in his head when he realised he had to explain his case. He'd been reluctant to say anything about his activities in the last week since technically not even the press knew, but lying wasn't going to get Hanta and you anywhere. So he surrendered to the urge and spoke. "Listen, the reason I didn't message you this week is that I've been working non-stop over some drug trades going on. One's that have been going on for a while underground and ones that have gotten good people killed. I haven't had the time to focus on us even though our fight has been in my head all week and I've been shitting myself over talking about it because I don't want to lose you! I couldn't imagine life without you, Y/N and I feel like an ass for treating you how I did last time we spoke! But I haven't been able to tell you that because access to my phone has been slim, and I couldn't-,"

"Hanta?" You stood up gingerly, only speaking up due to the change of Hanta's aura. He had started curt and sharp but slowly tumbled into a more emotional demeanour. The more personal his small speech grew the more it started to affect him, probably the impact of his own thoughts taking their toll. There was even a voice crack at some point, one you'd never heard before. Hanta took a deep breath, bracing himself to speak again.

"It sounds like a lame excuse but it's the truth. I didn't want to say it. But I can't lie to you," He continued. "It's cases like this that have kept me from wanting to go public. B-Because if those people were to figure out who you are because of me...," There was a stifled shake of a breath, Hanta's voice quietening in fear just at the thought. "I wouldn't be able to forgive myself,"

You were speechless. So speechless you weren't even mad anymore. He was finally... finally being vulnerable with you and that seemed to be enough for you to erase all your grudges. Sure, work wasn't an excuse for everything. But in a circumstance like this one - with the job that Hanta lead, you could understand his reasons and in spite of your worry you knew the rules. No mobiles on operations. And finally, he was confiding to you about why he struggled with the thought of announcing your relationship. So in a very reluctant manoeuvre, you plucked up the courage to walk up behind him and wrap your arms around Hanta in a sorrowful hug. Hanta tensed up at first, breath running short, but he didn't push you away. A hopeful sign.

"I'm sorry for making it such a big deal when you had other things to think about," You said, pressing your lips to the back of his shoulder blade and giving the surface a peck. You remained there for a good few, adamant seconds before retracting. "And I'm sorry for never looking at it that way... or considering your feelings on the matter,"

"Y/n it's fine... just...," Hanta seized the opportunity to turn around to face you, running a hand through his ebony locks with one hand as his other slithered around you to return the hug. "I'm sorry I made you doubt me... I feel like shit about it and it wasn't my intention at all,"

"No! No! Don't apologise. It's okay, " You brought a hand to fiddle with the string of his hoodie. As much as it wasn't what you wanted, you had to see Hanta's perspective and understand his feelings too. This was a two-person relationship after all and had you known his feelings ran that deep, you wouldn't have pressed the matter as much as you had. "Look, we don't have to announce anything to anyone okay? If it makes you comfortable and happy then I'm willing to remain a mystery a little longer,"

That returned some colour to his face, almost like Hanta feared you would oppose him even still and the situation would grow for the worse. With a small sigh of relief, he finally allowed a smile to press to his lips. A smile you knew all too well and had missed for a while now.

"Thank you for understanding," Hanta exhaled, pausing as his eyes hovered onto you with an ounce of playful intent. "And I guess we could be a little bit less discreet when we go to the cinema together," You smiled faintly, finally satisfied with the decision you had come up with. Better yet, a compromise. The very thing you had wanted to start with... clearly your concluding thoughts had been premature.

"Thank you... it means a lot,"

"Yeah... I love you," Hanta spoke gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too," You stood on your tiptoes to lightly peck his lips, Hanta humming softly in approval as he returned the gesture. After a few seconds, you pulled back though, feeling a smile on your face as you did. It was enjoyable to kiss his lips again, another thing you had missed greatly in your week-long deprivation of your boyfriend.

"So, how does some hot cocoa sound? I can imagine you were sat on the balcony for a pretty long time," You pulled away from the hug, but kept hold of Hanta's wrist as you tugged him along with you. Hanta shook a fist in grateful triumph, sighing out in bliss at the offer.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! Hot cocoa sounds amazing," He smiled, pausing temporarily before adding on. "But are cuddles on the table too?" You glanced back at him, half expecting the request. But there was no way you were going to say no. You shook your head in amusement before answering.

"I think we're both in desperate need of cuddles, so I think so. Yes,"

"Amen to that,"

[fairestwriting]

yeahh i have a self indulgent (?) prompt for you! mutual pining idia and a male childhood friend who doesn't quite understand his obsession with otaku culture but supports him and tries to learn a little of the cultural mannerisms so he can keep his introvert friend company. one day, idia comes upon him trying to fold a 1000 paper cranes (to fulfill a wish, he says, but wouldn't look at him, and idia finds his curiosity deepen)

notes: idia i- starts fucking crying. i owe you my life thank you for sending this in. you have just fed Me.

word count: 944

+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!

It’s hard for your drowsy eyes to keep up with everything happening in the screen. You regret refusing the energy drink Idia had offered to share with you for a moment (Then you think about how the whole “indirect kiss” ordeal would have made you faint here and there, and you understand why you let him have it by himself.) as you squint, trying to process what the characters were doing now.

“Are those paper cranes?” You ask. Your head droops to side immediately, meeting his shoulder easily. You never miss how Idia is so comfortable around you, a source of pride. “Why’s she just folding a bunch of them?”

(But meeting his shoulder sucks, you wished you had grown taller than him. You missed when you were kids and things were like that, but maybe it was okay like this too.)

“Um, it’s...” He starts, blinking to unfocus from the story as he pauses it to deliver an explanation. Stupid pretty Idia, you’re staring at his eyelashes even now. So many explanations had to happen in these nights where he showed you his favorite anime, and they never were just because you didn’t really understand what was going on sometimes. “It’s a myth, I-I think. If you fold a bunch of ‘em, it’s supposed to grant your wish...”

You hum. He presses play again, hands jittery from the caffeine. You want to hold them, you’re close but not enough. You’d been close since forever, since you were just two stupid little boys running around the Shroud manor and you watched him absolutely obliterate his parents’ electronics then put them back together with a level of skill that an 8-year-old shouldn’t have, but that wasn’t enough. 

He lets you lean against him like this, lets you in his room and is happy about it, too. He talked to you after what happened to Ortho. You know things about him that no one else does. He shows you all sorts of things he likes. There’s so much he gives you, and yet it’s not enough, and it would never be when things were like this -- The seemingly endless purgatory of being just friends -- but you didn’t know how you could even talk to him about your feelings.

Because Idia’s Idia, it couldn’t just be a regular talk. You know how certain things scare him off.

So when you go back to your dorm room on the next morning, you push aside how much you wish you could have grabbed his hand while you were watching that show (Really, what was the plot again?) and you gather sheets of paper, getting ready to fold.

...

One day, he comes into your room without a warning.

“Hey, are you--” He says, stopping halfway through as he opens the door. You jolt, the stupid electricity of your ages-old feelings shoot through your spine. “Are those paper cranes?”

Guilty as charged, you sigh.

“Y-Yeah.” You find yourself stuttering as you drop the latest creation, crane number 103. You started to get this crawling irritation after number 50. “That, uh, show we watched got me thinking.”

“The anime?” Idia questions, walking up to your desk where you’d been sitting. He takes a paper crane into his hand and inspects it with the interest he held towards his gadgets. You swallow dryly. “Are you gonna try to do the thousand ones?”

“Yup!” You confirm, placing #103 next to #102, pulling another sheet and getting to work. “What, you don’t think I can get there?”

Idia snickers. “No way. I know how stubborn you are.” He makes the quiet comment, it’s teasing but it delves into something almost soft. That’s wistful thinking, you scold yourself, there’s nothing unusual about his tone right now. “Why, though? Do you have an exam you wanna pass? A contest to win?”

You feel your face flush. God, this idiot.

“I have something to win, yeah.” Is the reply you settle for. Idia places the crane he’d been expecting back onto your desk, eyes trailing to the ones on the bed.

“...y’know, you don’t have to do something like... I can build something to help you.” He mumbles.

“Ha! If only it was that easy.” You shake your head. “I have a very human problem right now, you see.”

Idia tilts his head, sharp-toothed half smile on his face. “Don’t tell you have a crush on someone or something like that.”

The silence isn’t because you’re ashamed, but because you don’t know what to say to it.

“W-Wait, don’t tell me...!” And he has the gall to be shocked about it. What a huge idiot! You want to kiss him so bad it hurts. “Are you serious? You’re crushing on someone? Who?!”

A sigh mixes into a laugh. Your heart insists on racing even though the situation was so stupid. “I’m not telling you, dumbass. It’s a secret.”

“Not fair! I’ve known you since we were kids.” He complains, hands on your chair as he shakes it a little. You laugh. “I told you all my embarrassing crushes.“

“You did.” You can’t help but smile at how oblivious he is. You don’t know why that’s so appealing, but it just is. “But I’m not saying it now. I’ll tell you when I’m done folding these.”

“Ugh.” You know he’s rolled his eyes even as yours are on the paper crane being made. He sits on the bed. “Whatever. Do you wanna watch something? You can fold them while you do it if you want.”

Crane #104 is placed on your desk. “Sure.” You smile.

896 more to go. You’ll get what you want eventually, maybe.

[to00ch]

Hello! I love what you write! HC for Dorm Leaders with a reader who is a gentle and calm lioness who hates fighting, but is a descendant of the Nemean Lion from Greek mythology? (I think it's a priority that you shouldn't mess with her lolololol patience has limits and she wouldn't be against scaring the idiots with threats and putting them in their places hahahaha)

I just blasted my way through this cause hey! why not? Just listened to a podcast on Nemean Lion before I wrote this, its a pretty sad story— hera is the such a bij all the time but honestly if it weren’t for zeus, none of that wouldve happened lol

Anyway, I hope your request is granted love

Tags: nemean lion descent f!s/o x dorm leaders, fluff headcanons [that’s all I do mostly so far :’^)]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud & Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

“You better not come across Grimm, Ace and Deuce whenever they’re on each other’s throats,” he advised

He really couldn’t imagine how s/o would be if she ever got angry,,,,cause she’s always so,,,calm

Whenever he’s mad, extremely mad to the point where his face is red; he’d always go to s/o to rant

But it just from hearing her ask “Hey, what’s wrong?” gently, he started to soften up and regulate his breathing slowly in order to control his anger before he’d start talking to her about his day

He knows that s/o is a descendant of the oh so famous Nemean Lion, and honestly if it weren’t for how majestic and pretty she looked from the inherited features she got from the beast, he wouldn’t believe it; he wouldn’t want to make her angry at all

Once he was reading on the beast and said “The legendary Nemean Lion, is....her ancestor?......That can’t be right,” he’d be so skeptical and convince that maybe its not a direct ancestor

There was a time someone tried to mess with s/o, and she told Riddle that ‘it would be nice if I sent them a threat that I would rip off their heads like my ancestor did to a whole village once,’ she said that with a smile that sent chills down his spine

Leona Kingscholar

Leona should know best to never, ever, mess with a descent of the Nemean Lion

In fact, whenever s/o is around, his ego is well, lowered a little? That Leona? Lowering his ego?

He treats her with respect, and made sure no one from Savanaclaw messed with her, not that she would mind it, since she’s so patient after all; but he knew that patience has its limits

He’d still call his s/o kitten at times, and he loves napping with her on his side cause it helps him sleep easier than usual and in peace cause of the vibe she exudes

When he first found out that she’s a descent, he lowered his head in respect and said “My Queen,”

He loves how soothing and gentle her touch is, he really can’t wrap it around his head how delicate her movements are

When s/o said him what if she tore the throats of those who bothered her casually with a laugh, he’d clear his throat and sweat

Azul Ashengrotto

Even non-land creatures knew to never mess with a descent of the great lion regardless of their patience level

Azul felt that people with the highest level of patience are the scariest

He loved how s/o is always speaking in such a decent manner, so calm and even the words she chose elaborated on how majestic and beautiful her whole existence is

He’d hate it if anyone ever bothered her, it didn’t matter if she cared or not cause he cares

Sometimes Azul would show his vulnerable side to s/o, and talk about his insecurities with her and she’d give him a warm hug and stroke his head gently

“There’s something about you, I can’t pin out what exactly, but you make me tell things I can’t say out loud,”

His reaction to s/o saying she might threaten the people who messed with her is that he’d clean his glasses and tell her that she ought to not do so for he will get things done and he will

Kalim Al-Asim

Both Kalim and s/o are no-anger people dear lord everyone wonders how they’re able to manage that

“You’re a descent of the legendary Nemean Lion? That’s so cool! I wouldn’t want to make you mad at all,” he beamed at s/o

People wouldn’t feel like bothering the both of them at all cause they are just so happy people just back off ~positive vibe check~

Kalim gives her headpats, lots of em! He spoils her a lot and treats her like a queen

“Why I’m treating you like this you ask? Cause you’re my queen! You deserve to be treated like one,” he’d grin and say when s/o asks him why he spoils her sm

Kalim is her ult babbey, she dislikes fighting but if anyone were to fight Kalim bro, they’re dead; not literally btw, her glare and growl is enough to chase em out

Vil Schoenheit

When s/o wakes up, she’d have really bad bed hair, like a lion’s mane

Vil would go in first thing and comb her hair, he loves doing so cause she had rlly rlly nice hair; its the gene she inherited from the beautiful Nemean Lion’s golden fur

Vil’s facial sessions become more therapeutic with her around, so he often makes her do facial with him

“It’d be a waste for a being as pretty as you, to not take care of your appearance,” he paused “well, you’re still not as beautiful as I am though,” he’d clear his throat and look away

He envies how she don’t get angry at all?? Like okay sis no wrinkles to worry about?

He absolutely loves her graceful demeanor in literally everything she does? Its so eye pleasing! He loves watching it almost as much as he loves looking at himself in the mirror

If s/o is about to send threats he’d say that its a waste of her beauty so he prevents her from doing so

Idia Shroud

“A descent of the N-n-nemean L-lion? Why do people of status keep on coming here,” he shivered when he found out at first cause yay! more intimidating people!

When s/o first introduced herself she was definitely not what he’d imagine, he felt less intimidated but still,,,had troubles cause,,,communication

He’d try to avoid her at first but she really do be wanting to be friends with him, so he reluctantly just warmed up to her

But he loves how she doesn’t get into his space! She’s so considerate and understanding. She’s so gentle too, so it makes him feel more comfortable? Maybe?

Idia has a hard time leaving his room, but with s/o’s gentle words and voice, he’d eventually give in somehow

Also he has a strong urge to play with her lion ears cause,,,,they’re so cute,,,,

He knows that she would probably be a very, very scary person if she’s mad, ‘probably as strong as those OP boss charas’ he’d say to her, which she chuckled and poked the tip of his nose, saying that he’s exaggerating

Malleus Draconia

“A descent of the Nemean Lion huh? But you’re oddly so cool headed, ah, not to be stereotypical, I just find it interesting,” he’d smile at s/o and nod his head

He appreciates how she never forgot to include him in things! Sometimes she’d also join for his strolls, he doesn’t mind it of course. It’s good company

S/o always mentioned how she’d prolly be offended if she kept on being forgotten like Malleus

“You? Offended? I doubt so,” he chuckled “I think you could handle the situation better than I could, you are well, a person full of patience,”

Malleus acknowledges s/o’s lineage and knows very well that she is strong, even if he is one of the top mages

Also gives s/o headpats, which, she loves very much

One time s/o scared away some people cause they were messing around with her too much, and Malleus found it adorable, ‘even she can get mad huh’ he’d think to himself with a smile

[ana-benn]

Inspired by this interview:

If Only You Knew

Jamie Benn friends to lovers story featuring: angst, fluff, and a whole lot of miscommunication.

When you'd first accepted a job as the Stars PR assistant you figured you'd stay a few months, boost your resume, and move on. Quickly though you found yourself falling in love with the guys, and the job. It was fun to just be able to interact with them on a human level, and the fact that you knew the sport helped. They trusted you, so when your boss couldn't handle something you were called in. Especially if it was something pitiful. A guy wanted to do dinner and talk about getting his face out there more, or dealing with a girlfriend fall out. It usually fell on you.

The best part about the job was the friends you'd made, and for the first time in your life you had a beat friend. You and Jamie had instantly bonded, both being the ones who preferred sitting off by yourselves during events and parties. Of course the addition of Boston's resident playboy had originally put a damper on things, but they'd found a balance. Each bringing out the best in the other. It was endearing really, and you found yourself enjoying a different side of your best friend.

Gone was the shy behavior replaced by a new confidence and a desire to just be as good as he could. You found this new side of Jamie more and more attractive. At the same time it seemed all of a sudden the guy who'd schedule meetings when Tom, your boss, was busy so you'd have a built in excuse to have a mid-week hang out day was gone and all of a sudden he started dating like crazy. You'd spent so long taking for granted that Jamie was just as much of a workoholic as you, it was a shock to the system when he started bailing on your biweekly movies and junk food sessions. He wasn't able to eat crap that often, and you tried to eat right typically so it was a fun night, and one you both looked forward to.

Now here you stood in his dining room for the first time in months, after a decent but ultimately disappointing season, setting out a spread. Wings, pizza, beer, every kind of chip Jamie had in his pantry, with ice cream in the freezer for later. Your own growing interest in him romantically was under control at the idea of just spending quality time with your best friend.

"Hey!" Jamie greeted walking downstairs. "That smells amazing, but I've got to bail tonight. Jordie is on his way with crappy movies though so you and him can definitely hang out."

"Oh," was all you could think to say, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. "That's okay I'll just head home then."

"Come on, don't be like that. Jordie loves your company," Jamie tried.

"I like his too, but I kinda thought it would be nice to spend time with you," you tried to cover. "Don't worry about it. Another time."

"Come on, just hang out with Jordie. It's not like you have other plans," Jamie said walking to the living room.

You followed him, anger bubbling up, "I'm sorry?"

"Look you're here, right? So you didn't make plans, so hang out with Jordie, so you aren't alone," Jamie shrugged.

"I didn't make plans, because I thought you were making time for me for once." You muttered.

"What was that?" Jamie asked, you could sense his frustration mounting too.

"Jamie," you started, pausing to control your anger. "If you don't want to spend time with me that's fine. But don't pretend okay? I'm a big girl. I can find someone else to spend time with, you don't need to pawn me off on your brother."

"I'm not pawning you off," Jamie tried to placate you. "I just forgot Segs set up a double date, and I promised I'd come."

"Jamie, you don't have to do this," you sighed rubbing your fingers over your face.

"Obviously I do," he retorted.

"Jamie, just be honest!" You said exasperated.

"Honest about what, exactly?"

"You make time for the things you care about," you felt the break in your voice. "Don't pretend to care about me if you can't be damned to show it."

"Can we try irrational for $1000," Jamie snarked.

"I just can't do this anymore!" You yelled, furious. His mocking was the end of your rope.

"Really?" Jamie shouted back, sarcastically, "I thought you were being a bitch for no reason."

"You know what Jamie," you fumed. "Fuck you. I'm leaving." You went to grab your purse off the dining room table, where dinner sat getting cold.

"Fine," came his cold reply. "Lose my fucking number while you're at it."

"Bye Jamie," you said shutting his front door behind you.

You felt yourself fighting tears wondering how it came to this. Two hours ago you were excited, looking forward to a nice relaxing evening. Now it seemed everything was falling apart.

You made it into your car, and halfway to your apartment before the tears fell. You sucked it up long enough to get home, and before you'd even made it to you room your heart shattered. You laid in the hallway for an undeterminable amount of time, before the tears stopped. Your eyes hurt from crying so hard, and it felt like your heart had been removed from your body. You felt like you should call someone, anyone really, but the only voice you wanted to hear was the one who left you this sobbing waif.

It wasn't fair to expect Jamie to act any different really. You were the idiot who caught feelings, not him. He was free to date or spend his time however he wanted to. You just wanted the courtesy of him saying it, instead you lashed out and watched the friendship you'd built crumble.

That caused a new round of sobs as you thought you heard something in your hallway. You wrote it off as you focused on trying to calm your breathing. As you finally started to feel calm you heard a distinctive thump against your door. You slowly got up, wiping your face as best you could, thinking that there was a chance your elderly, Mr. Barnes, had fallen. You looked out your peephole and saw nothing. So you opened the door and before you could react you had a very drunk 6'2, 207 pound hockey player at your feet.

"It's you!" He exclaimed.

"Jamie?" You questioned. He nodded excitedly, "What are you doing here."

"I was drunk," he explained.

"I know that," you replied. "Why are you at my apartment instead of your house?"

"You've been crying," he announced finally getting up. You closed the door as he wandered to your couch, throwing himself on it. You hated how at home he looked here.

"Jamie, it's late I don't want to fight anymore. I'm going to get you a blanket," you said walking to your linen closet.

When you returned he looked at you with sad eyes, "I never want to fight with you."

"Jamie, I'm sorry about what I said okay. My feelings were hurt," you tried to soothe. He wasn't in a place to have a real conversation, but you knew he wouldn't sleep without something.

"You hurt mine first," he mumbled. His voice sounding much more sober suddenly.

"What?"

"You went out with Ben what's-his-face. I wanted to punch his face, but noooo. Tyler said I had to just let you realize we were perfect together, but you never did," he sounded so sad and broken.

"Jamie," you sighed out. But before you could say anything he was asleep.

You eventually made your own way to bed, determined to talk to Jamie tomorrow.

------------------------

The next morning you greeted Jamie with a bottle of water and Tylenol, "Here." You felt suddenly very shy with him, not knowing how today would go.

"Thanks," he mumbled downing all of it in one go. "How'd I get here?"

"I was hoping you knew."

"All I know is we fought, I went to my stupid dinner and I think I drank the place," he said rubbing his head. "Oh God, what did I say to you?" He suddenly jerked his head up.

"A lot actually. Apparently I hurt your feelings?" You said, not wanting to have this conversation, and also desperately wanting to have it.

"Look, I had feelings for you, but your my best friend. I shouldn't lash out like that, I'm sorry," Jamie apologized.

"What if I have feelings for you?" You asked, shyly meeting his brown eyes.

"Then, we have a new conversation to have," he said gulping slightly.

"I don't think so," you said, sliding your leg over his seating yourself on his leg. His hands immediately wrapping around your waist. "I think it's best if we just start right here." You kissed him softly.

"Now," you said, getting off him and taking his hand. "Neither of us got any sleep, so come with me." You pulled him back to your bed room onto your bed. As you both got situated his arms wrapped around you and your head rested on his shoulder. "We can't figure everything else out after we sleep," you whispered as you felt his lips against your head.

@captainbenn sorry it took so long. I already started a part two!

[astronomicalterror]

NOTE - THIS CHARACTER IS A WORK IN PROGRESS; ACTUAL BIO COMING OUT WHEN IM NOT EXHAUSTED FROM WORK.

)▬▬ BASIC INFO ▬▬(

• Name: Stevie A. Nicks

• Nicknames and Aliases: Anna, Savannah

• Species: Human

• Powers: Stand- Junkhead

• Alignment: True Neutral

• Date of Birth: December 13th

• Gender: Female

• Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

• Relatives: Unnamed Father [DECEASED; Died from Brain Cancer], Unnamed Mother [DECEASED; Murdered]

• Occupation: Shipping Company Owner [Former], Gambler [Currently]

• Equipment: Sewing Scissors and Thread

• Status: Alive

▪︎ Part 3 - Age : 33

▪︎ Part 4 - Age : 45

▪︎ Part 5 - Age : 47

▪︎ Part 6 - 56

▪︎ Stand Name - Junkhead

▪︎ Stand Power - Red String Manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate the red string of fate, an invisible conceptual string that bonds souls together. They can create an limitless amount of red strings and extend them at any distance and the strings never tear apart, as it is practically indestructible. They can make the red strings become visible and touchable for others, and also choose to apply changes to anyone's soul, and as well control the relationship of those bonded by the strings, or even completely remove their bond.

▪︎ Stand Stats

Power - A [Not "Attack" wise; This is catered to the effectiveness of Junkhead]

Speed - D

Range - D

Durability - C

Precision - A

Potential - B

▬▬ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ▬▬

Height: 5’7’’

Weight: 152 LBs

Body Shape: Hourglass

Natural Hair Color: Platinum Blonde

Dyed Hair Color: N/A

Eye Color: Blue

Ethnicity: Japanese American

Skin Tone: Porcelain

▬▬ PSYCHOLOGIC DESCRIPTION ▬▬

Personality Type: The Commander (ENTJ)

Personality Type Description: Commanders are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, Commanders are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves. Perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm the timider and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world – but we have Commanders to thank for many of the businesses and institutions we take for granted every day.

If there’s anything Commanders love, it’s a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. This quality makes people with the Commander personality type brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders. This determination is often a self-fulfilling prophecy, as Commanders push their goals through with sheer willpower where others might give up and move on

Personality Trait Strengths:

Efficient – Commanders see inefficiency not just as a problem in its own right, but as something that pulls time and energy away from all their future goals, an elaborate sabotage consisting of irrationality and laziness. People with the Commander personality type will root out such behavior wherever they go.

Energetic – Rather than finding this process taxing Commanders are energized by it, genuinely enjoying leading their teams forward as they implement their plans and goals.

Self-Confident – Commanders couldn’t do this if they were plagued by self-doubt – they trust their abilities, make known their opinions, and believe in their capacities as leaders.

Strong-Willed – Nor do they give up when the going gets tough – Commander personalities strive to achieve their goals, but really nothing is quite as satisfying to them as rising to the challenge of each obstacle in their run to the finish line.

Strategic Thinkers – Commanders exemplify the difference between moment-to-moment crisis management and navigating the challenges and steps of a bigger plan, and are known for examining every angle of a problem and not just resolving momentary issues, but moving the whole project forward with their solutions.

Charismatic and Inspiring – These qualities combine to create individuals who are able to inspire and invigorate others, who people actually want to be their leaders, and this in turn helps Commanders to accomplish their often ambitious goals that could never be finished alone.

Personality Trait Weaknesses:

Stubborn and Dominant – Sometimes all this confidence and willpower can go too far, and Commanders are all too capable of digging in their heels, trying to win every single debate and pushing their vision, and theirs alone.

Intolerant – “It’s my way or the highway” – People with the Commander personality type are notoriously unsupportive of any idea that distracts from their primary goals, and even more so of ideas based on emotional considerations. Commanders won’t hesitate a second to make that fact clear to those around them.

Impatient – Some people need more time to think than others, an intolerable delay to quick-thinking Commanders. They may misinterpret contemplation as stupidity or disinterest in their haste, a terrible mistake for a leader to make.

Arrogant – Commander personalities respect quick thoughts and firm convictions, their own qualities, and look down on those who don’t match up. This relationship is a challenge for most other personality types who are perhaps not timid in their own right, but will seem so beside overbearing Commanders.

Poor Handling of Emotions – All this bluster, alongside the assumed supremacy of rationalism, makes Commanders distant from their own emotional expression and sometimes downright scornful of others’. People with this personality type often trample others’ feelings, inadvertently hurting their partners and friends, especially in emotionally charged situations.

Cold and Ruthless – Their obsession with efficiency and unwavering belief in the merits of rationalism, especially professionally, makes Commanders incredibly insensitive in pursuing their goals, dismissing personal circumstances, sensitivities, and preferences as irrational and irrelevant.

Personality Type in Relationships:

As in other areas of their lives, Commanders approach dating and relationships with a set of goals and a plan to achieve them, and proceed to do so with impressive energy and enthusiasm. People with the Commander personality type are in it to win, and will gladly take leading roles in relationships from the start, assuming personal responsibility for how smoothly things go and working actively to ensure a mutually rewarding experience. Romantic relationships are a serious business, and Commanders are in it for the long haul. This sense of personal responsibility means that Commanders put a lot of energy into their relationships, and they show their creativity by always having something new on the agenda to keep things interesting, especially in the dating phase. At the same time though, Commander personalities keep their eyes on the long term, and if they determine that a relationship is heading towards a dead end, they will cut their losses and move on in what will seem to their partner an abrupt end to the attention they had been receiving.

Personality Stats:

Mind (This trait determines how we interact with our environment.): 56% Extraverted, 44% Introverted

Energy (This trait shows where we direct our mental energy.): 69% Intuitive, 31% Observant

Nature (This trait determines how we make decisions and cope with emotions.): 40% Feeling, 60% Thinking

Tactics (This trait reflects our approach to work, planning and decision-making.): 60% Judging, 40% Prospecting

Identity (This trait underpins all others, showing how confident we are in our abilities and decisions.): 75% Turbulent, 25% Assertive

▬▬ Story ▬▬

My father was also a respectable man. A archeologist. And I, a archeologists' eldest daughter and heir. He not only owned a shipping company, he was a close relative of a government official, who was called upon when aid was needed, and also cared for the museum in Osaka-- where we were often stayed at in the summer. As his heir, I was expected to learn much and so, I had my own private tutor that lived with us.

When summer came to pass, we went back Tokyo. In Tokyo, I saw these lovely things... these paintings. I fell in love with their design, and took up the hobby of Ukiyo-e painting. I practiced and practiced, giving father small gifts every once in awhile. He made it even more clear that I should not interact with the outside world all too often, as he did not know I was honing this new-found skill for the purpose I had intended to use it for.

He did however, notice I had begun training my eye for the paint right after passing through the marketplace on multiple occasions, wondering and dreading with his beloved daughter would whip up next. I could see things you wouldn't believe; Red strings connected to every little thing with little dates etched into them... For as long as I could remember, I could see everything of this nature just dangling freely for me and only me to take. I treasured these moments the most, this innocence in my abilities.

I can remember everything so vividly down to an exact date and exact time in which my marriage that lasted a month or so, was quick to fall apart. I had just gotten into the gambling scene heavily at 25 years old and, undoubtedly so, I had made friends as well as enemies; It was no secret I was a rich mans daughter and heir that simply had too much time and cash on their hands to blow it all so I became a center of attention. What few had tried approaching me in Hope's of romantic interest, did so in groups, only interested in my cash or my body; Everyone except for him, or so I thought.

He was charming, handsome even, and he was like a god in my eyes for he made me feel special and loved... So when he proposed, I thought nothing of it and accepted him into my heart immediately. He was eager and I was nervous. The time spent before our marriage was a month long and I had-- at the time-- no idea why. I loved him and he loved me, so why wait? By the end of that month we had waited... we married in Denmark.

The chapel was empty on my side, so his friends (and only ‘friends’ showed up) had spread out evenly. I was not accustomed to this practice, and so we had to go over it a few times... I probably frustrated them. I would find out, much later than I would have liked, exactly why he wanted to wait sooo badly~.

My body, it was on the floor and it was oh so limp. I could feel it, suffocation as blood clogged every airway possible. So limp, yet I mustered the strength to write one thing in hoping--praying!-- that I wasn’t alone. That he would be discovered. That I could be saved.

‘Him’

“Oh trust me... no one is going to find you.”

With that, that dutch bastard left me to die alone, gagging on my blood. And the fool had the audacity to step over me as I was in the process of drowning in my own pool of blood and puke on the floor in the bedroom, blood slipping between my fingers from the wounds peppering my stomach and face. Before leaving through the door, he stoked a flame to his pipe... and smiled down at me “Thanks for the inhe.....”

I can remember blacking out and, somehow, by some miracle, I was alive; My ribs were cracked, left hand fractured and I had various damage to my face from the blunt object which he had chosen to bludgeon me with but... I was alive. It stirred something in me, like I had cheated the inevitable when in actuality a friend of his hand stopped by to drop off a box of camping supplies...

He planned to break my bones and stuff me in a trunk to better hide me in the nearby woods easier.

MORE TO BE ADDED

[hippityhoppityyourenowmyproperty]

Reset!Rant (part 5)

Gemini Ascendant

Chapter: 1

Max: "Are they always like this?" Helen nodded and turned the page of her bodice-buster romance novel. "This is the status quo for them. Bart gets bored. Bart annoys Thad. Thad overreacts. Chaos, followed by a scuffle in the back yard. Boys come in dirty and exhausted. Repeat."

She forgot to mention the part about Thad abusing Bart and being the one who insults him. And getting murderous thoughts and viciously beating Bart up is something a little more inexcusable than just overreacting, as Helen puts it.

Thad stared at his costume that he still held in his hands. "I don't think this is going to fit, either." At least Bart was good for making the embarrassing mistakes first, so he didn't have to.

Sums up pretty well all that Thad sees in him. Because despite proving his worth and helping out numerous times in this story, Thad still refuses to acknowledge how essential Bart was to the mission and how helpful he can be.

Thad was not letting go of the subject. "You used to just cook out of box or can, too," He accused Bart. "Well yeah, but I leveled up." He stuck his tongue out at his brother. Thad's arm shot out and he grabbed Bart's tongue, eliciting a yelp of surprise.

This is another one of those scenes that is creepy and makes me feel very uncomfortable. This is a physical threat and it's aking towards physical abuse. Bart is playfully teasing him, and Thad sees that as such a big threat to his position of power that he feels the need to physically intimidate him and maybe even elicit pain. His actions aren't justified. They're not okay.

Thad complied and Max sighed. "Can't you two keep your hands to yourself for one day?"

Can't any of you see that Thad is always the one who starts fights and gets physical first? If you want to stop their fights, then maybe start by punishing the one who starts them.

Chapter: 2

"It's your own fault that they don't like you." Thad ducked a flying shirt and smirked at Bart's angry glower. "You let your nature get the better of you." Without lowering his chin, he sneered down at his twin. "You always do."

Weird, I could've sworn that you were the one who wasn't able to control his angry outbursts one chapter ago and tried to hurt Bart because he was teasing you. You're the one who resorts to abusing Bart because you can't control your anger, so get off his back for being impulsive. He's better at not letting his impulses control himself than you are, you're just too deluded to understand that. Impulsive anger is still impulsive.

Helen leaned against the counter and looked Thad in the eye. "He's a little excited right now, and we all know what happens when he's wound up like that. None of his friends can keep up with him if he gets too enthusiastic." Thad knelt down to rub Dox between his ears. "Fine, I'll babysit him."

Yeah, great idea Helen, give the person who's ripping on Bart and abusing him even more power over him, what could possibly go wrong? Isn't Bart the one who constantly had to stop Thad from doing stupid, reckless stuff because he was mad?

Max: "Do you see what I'm aiming for? Helen has done wonders in turning a potential Cain and Abel into Castor and Pollux. Now, we have to make sure that it sticks.

Sure, except for that Pollux actually loved his brother and gave up his immortality so that he could be with Castor, and that he wasn't an abusive jerk. Thad is the opposite of Pollux. He would never sacrifice something for Bart, he would let him die if it wasn't for Max. He's callous and toxic to Bart. Helen didn't make Thad less hostile towards Bart, if anything she encouraged his vile behavior. She doesn't deserve credit for this. Making sure that it sticks means that you are keeping up an abusive relationship. Max should work with Thad on his behavior if he really cared about Bart and their whole team dynamic.

Chapter: 3

Anita: "I remember us joking around that you couldn't be normal if you tried."

"Hey! I can too!" Bart glared at Thad, who was snickering at his expense. "Like you're any better." "I am", Thad replied with a grin. " I can fake being normal just as easily as I can fake being you. How else do you think I get through the day?" Bart ticked off the items on his fingers. "Picking on me, chatting with your internet girlfriend, playing with Dox..."

Thad really has a problem with self reflection in this. Then there's the immediately trying to embarrass Bart for his short comings, and saying that he's so much better than Bart. He's condescending as ever.

And not being able to fake being normal a.k.a. neurotypical is funny because..?

Thad braced against the wall and raised a golden eyebrow. "It doesn't look so much like he's joining it, as it seems more like he's owning it."

Kon's sudden frown and the telekinetic ejection of Bart was just the payoff he was looking for.

Because when Thad is in company of Bart's friends and therefore can't hurt Bart, he will try everything in his power to get them to hurt or humiliate Bart for him.

Bart: I don't get these guys. They don't act like zombies are supposed to. They're tearin' stuff up, yeah, but the're not biting people or eating brains." Thad leaned over Greta's sketchbook with his hands folded behind his back. "Then maybe they're not zombies, moron."

While casually calling him a moron (for the fifth time, by the way) Bart's friends are standing right next to him. They say nothing in response to Thad being an absolute dick to him.

Thad decided that he had enough of Greta play fashion designer and je hovered over Bart's shoulder to supervise the monitor. "Use the traffic cameras, idiot. You can follow the pseudo-zombies and extrapolate their path. Then you can tell your team where to head them up."

"I am using the traffic cameras!" Bart snapped back.

"You're not doing a very good job of it."

"Yeah? I don't see you doing this job!" Bart challenged.

Thad sneered down at him and countered, "I'm not part of your little team, and I wasn't asked to sit here."

This is the very definition of senseless criticizing and abuse that's disguised as advice. He's chewing Bart out for supposedly not doing a good job, but offers no help whatsoever. He's criticizing just because he can. He reigns Bart in for mistakes that don't even exist. Despite saying "You suck at this" He gives him no advice how to do it better. Imagine having to live with someone like that. Imagine having to listen to someone ripping on you for everything you did, even when there was nothing that you did wrong. There will always be something the abuser will be upset about, whether that thing exists or is just made up in order to be a reason to judge and criticizise the victim. Everything the victim does is somehow false.

As always, there's the put down directed at Bart's intelligence.

"He did," Thad grumbled. "I wish I could say that I had no obligation to save him, but I made a promise to Max that I would look after my idiot brother."

This confirms that Thad really would let Bart die and/or suffer right in front of him if Max wouldn't have told him to do otherwise. Also another put down.

Greta: "You're not moving very fast for a speedster saving his brother." Thad shrugged and kept his eyes on the monitot. "I'll let him dangle a bit just so he appreaciates my timely intervention more. Bart's a little dense." The last word came out with a derisive grimace.

He's risking Bart getting hurt or killed in a fight just so that Bart will learn to appreactiate his time more. Thad is the one who needs to learn to not take Bart's support for granted. He's the extremely demanding one who wants more than he deserves. In his eyes, Bart is a worthless idiot who needs to show more respect to him. And don't forget the insult. Thad wants everyone to understand how shitty Bart is because he has ADHD.

Conclusion

From the very start of their relationship Thad is a manipulative abuser who uses every opportunity he gets to ridicule and belittle Bart and continually wears his self esteem down. The lack of punishment Thad receives from his parental figuers for his damaging behavior not only turn Helen, Wally, Max and Jay into neglectful and borderline abusive guardians, but also lead to his toxic demeanor intensifying. The lack of indignance the characters show when faced with Thad very obviously and aggressively abusing Bart right in front of them makes it seem like abuse is something normal and acceptable, and not something that is contemptible and needs to have consequences. Moreover, the fanfiction is ableist in that it paints insults that are directly meant to degrade ND people for being mentally disabled (such as r*tard and shortbus) as harmless and appropriate swear words for that group of people. It is infuriating that so many people praise it as 'the best fanfic about Bart and Thad out there with the most accurate characterisations of them' when the mental torture he inflicts on Bart is objectively so plain obvious. I think I know why the readers of this work failed to recognize the maltreatment. Sibling abuse isn't as known as parental abuse is, and even more people deny that it exists. Many people excuse abusive behaviors in sibling relationships because they're under the false assumption that siblings can't be abusive. They're even harder to convince that it is abuse when the siblings are twins and don't have a significant difference in age and physical appearance. Abuse always includes a power imbalance, and you can definetly see that in Bart's and Thad's relationship. It starts in that Thad is chronologically and mentally way older than Bart. He is also more knowledgable and well versed in combat situations and fighting. Through the use of intimidation, put downs and threats Thad enhances that already existing imbalance and makes it easier for himself to abuse Bart.

This version of Thad is one of the most evil, reprehensible and crude monsters I had the misfortune of meeting in fiction. Living with someone like him is a nightmare and through the entire work I felt bad for Bart. Despite what this work is trying to make you belive, abuse is never justified, no matter who is the victim and who is the perpetrator.