#and he didn't belittle me at all when i had trouble answering or talked about my shitshow of a mental health

[ashwhowrites]

What about an Older! Mechanic! Eddie x Reader who's the daughter of Eddie's best friend, (Steve, Gareth? Idk) but in the beginning they hated each other, like they didn't have anything in common, but after a night when reader was kinda drunk she just found Eddie and he helped her getting to her house, and reader says something like you're cute, but you're an asshole and some days after Eddie's still thinking about it, they end up finding each other again at some shop in the town, and they decide to get something to drink and they end up finding out that maybe, they really don't hate each other, and start flirting a lot! Eventually they became a couple and Reader's dad is like I knew you liked Eddie, but he's not mad bc his daughter's an adult

I love older! eddieeeeeeee. I always picture him with a beard and it's so hard not to constantly write about that detail of him. But I never know if Eddie girls, guys, and thems also like Eddie with a beard? Well anyway, I wrote this fic and loved it, then realized I slowly slipped away from some details of the plot you included. So I truly hope this fic is okay and you still absolutely love it. I hope it's what you wanted, even though some of it was changed. I just really liked the scenes I wrote and didn't have the heart to delete it. It felt too good to me. As always, thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Cute, but an asshole

Y/N couldn't stand when Eddie came over. She understood he was her dad's best friend, but he was rude, a single loser who slept around town and everyone was obsessed with him. Sure, he was attractive and charming, but she couldn't handle all her friends hoping he'd stop by.

Her friends loved it when Eddie was around. He'd sit and flirt with all of them, they'd flirt back and Y/N was left watching. Maybe there was a small hint of jealousy she felt, knowing her friends caught his eye but she hadn't.

Eddie did notice her, he noticed her in ways he never should have. Gareth moved away after high school, got married, and had a kid. Twenty-three years later, he came back and Eddie met Y/N. And he knew he was in big trouble when he noticed how gorgeous she was. The easiest way for him to keep a distance from her was to simply ignore her existence. He knew it worked when she began to glare and snarl whenever he was in the room. Then she started getting mean back and her smart mouth pissed off Eddie in many ways.

Then she got a boyfriend and Eddie swore he'd never been so jealous in his life.

"So, Randy what do you go to school for?" Gareth asked, slowly twirling his pasta as the table sat in silence. Y/N smiled towards Randy as encouragement, and he happily answered. The two stuck in a conversation as Eddie rolled his eyes.

Y/N noticed his rude behavior all night. Whenever Randy talked, he'd mock him, discredit him, and belittle him.

Randy kissed her goodbye at the door, her smile quick to come off when she turned to march towards Eddie. He sat at the table with a smirk and drank his beer. Gareth in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes, unaware of the heated tension in the dining room.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She snapped, her foot coming forward and kicking him in the shin.

He bit his lip as he groaned in pain. "You can't seriously like that guy." Eddie said, trying to hold back a laugh. "he's a total square."

"I do like him! And there's nothing wrong with being well-mannered." She sassed, her eyes giving Eddie a look over. A look to tell him that he was the exact opposite.

But Eddie was older, and he knew exactly how those young guys wound up. "trust me, honey. Those guys stick around to get in your pants, then he's on to the new thing. He's a rich spoiled kid, he'll get rid of you once you aren't a shiny pretty thing anymore." Eddie said, standing up as he mockingly patted her head.

She swore steam was coming out of her ears. She smacked his hand away and marched off to her room.

What did he know, he was in his late forties and single. He knew nothing about relationships.

~~~

But when Y/N walked into a bar on what was supposed to be a romantic night, she thought Eddie deserved more credit for his wisdom.

Tonight was meant to celebrate her and Randy's five-month anniversary, but he never showed. She felt like an idiot for liking the guy. Sure, she knew she didn't love him, but she liked him and he was a good distraction. In ways, he made her feel confident, beautiful, and special. Which was all taken away within hours. She called and called, no answer on his end as she sat at the restaurant.

She didn't want to believe Eddie was right, but he was. Y/N knew the second she finally had sex with Randy that she'd regret it. And here she was, not even two days later being ghosted. Instead of moping at the restaurant, she went where everyone drank away their problems.

That's when Eddie found her, completely drunk and flirting with the bartender.

Eddie was a regular at the bar, he didn't have much going on in his life and enjoyed the social drinking. But he didn't expect to see his best friend's daughter completely wasted and batting her eyelashes at the bartender. He gave in, of course, and Eddie couldn't judge him for it. If Y/N looked at him like that, he'd be a puddle at her feet.

"Alright, sweetheart. Think you've had enough." Eddie said as the bartender slid her another glass. She pouted and whined as Eddie slid the drink back over.

"Don't think so. Hand it over, Bobby." She slurred but Eddie interfered again.

"Stop! You're not like my dad or boyfriend. So fuck off." She spat, successfully getting the drink as she chugged it down.

"I'll fuck off after I get you home, safely." He said in a stern tone. Cash was slammed on the table and he was fast to grab her hand and began to pull her off the stool. When the room started to spin, she lowered her guard and let him take her home.

The car ride was dead silent, the air was uncomfortable and she wasn't sure if she needed to puke.

"I need air." She managed to get out as she gagged. Eddie was quick to pull over, helping her unbuckle her belt and then getting out of the car. She was surprised by how gentle and caring he was. The way he helped her out of the car and sat next to her on the curb.

The fresh air called her stomach and she took deep breaths. She knew the hangover tomorrow was going to be an ass to deal with.

"What are you helping me?" She asked, her eyes closed as she concentrated on not puking.

"Because I'm not a terrible person." Eddie shrugged. His eyes were on her, taking the chance to admire her up close. He never allowed himself this close to her. And even if she reeked of a run-down bar, he wanted to be closer.

"Ha, funny." She faked and laughed. "You are the biggest asshole I've ever met. Well until Randy anyway."

Eddie let the name-calling slide as he focused on the second part. "what did he do?"

"Not like you care. You'd probably get to tell me I told you so and rub it in my face that I'm some stupid young girl who doesn't know anything." She scoffed, her eyes open just to glare at him. She wanted to glare the soft look in his eyes away. Why was he looking at her like that? Did he always smell this good? Finally being face to face, inches away, she instantly knew why girls never looked away.

"I do care about you. And you're not dumb, he's dumb. You are young, but that doesn't mean you don't know anything. Talk to me." He said, his hand softly resting on her knee. She tried to ignore the way it made her heart flutter.

If she was sober, she probably wouldn't have given in. But she was drunk and the words rolled off her tongue.

"We had sex, and he disappeared on me. I mean you were right," she said as she turned her head to fully face him. The pain was easy to tell in her eyes as Eddie felt his stomach drop. "I'm not a pretty shiny thing anymore. He got what he wanted and that's all I was good for." Tears filled her eyes as she looked away. She felt embarrassed to admit to Eddie he was right.

Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brought her body into his. Her head was in his neck as she softly cried.

"I shouldn't have talked to you like that. Yeah, he's a dick and I knew that. But I'm sorry for ever making you think you are just a shiny thing for boys. You are beautiful, so smart, and incredibly sexy. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You are worth so much more than sex. Don't let that idiot make you think differently." Eddie said into her hair, his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her arm.

"If I'm all those things, why do you hate me so much?" She asked, keeping herself hidden in his neck.

"I don't hate you."

"Yes you do," she scoffed, pushing herself away from him. But his arm still lingered on her shoulder. She wiped away her tears, "You always ignore me, you never notice me! But you notice all of my friends and spend all your time flirting with them. So there's something you don't like about me" She rolled her eyes as she finished speaking.

"You're right," he sighed, Y/N tried to hold back more tears, "there's something I don't like about you." His hand reached down to her chin and moved her head to look back at him. Her wet eyes looked into his. "I hate more than anything that you are my best friend's daughter and that it's completely inappropriate to feel the things I feel for you."

Y/N wasn't sure what to say, her eyes stuck on him as she listened to his words. She didn't want to admit anything unless her sober self did it first.

"You're much cuter when you're not being an asshole." Y/N laughed, trying to ease how tense their conversation became. But the confession made her heart swell.

"Let's get you home, kid." He laughed, standing up and taking her hand.

~~~

It's been a week since that night and Eddie found himself too nervous to see Gareth or Y/N. He confessed all his thoughts to a drunk Y/N, who probably didn't remember the night.

He felt guilty for ignoring her for his benefit. He didn't connect the ways that she could have felt hurt and it made sense why she built that wall with him. But now he wanted her to break it down, and he wanted her. He wanted to make her feel special and worthy.

But he knew he caused some wounds and the hurt lingered on her and it wasn't his place to rush her healing.

Eddie was lost in his thoughts as he stared ahead at the cereal aisle.

"Thinking hard, huh?" He heard a voice come from behind him. He jumped out of his thoughts and turned around. Y/N stood there with a cart and a smile on her face.

"Hi, stranger. How have you been?" Eddie asked, he hated how nervous he felt but she looked happy and she spoke to him, so that had to mean something good.

"I've been good. Things with Randy are done for good." She said, Eddie nodded. That means she remembered that night. "and I wanted to thank you for helping me get home that night."

"It wasn't a big deal. I'm happy to help."

"Well I need to go, dad has me on a time limit." She laughed, Eddie smiled but felt a little bummed their talk had to be cut so short. She began to walk past him, then stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Oh Eddie," she said, he turned to look back at her. "I have inappropriate feelings for you too." She sent a wink and walked off. But Eddie was frozen in the aisle with a smile on his face and a flutter in his stomach.

~~~

A few days later, Eddie was pulling up to Gareth's house. A case of beer in his hands as he knocked on the door.

And to his delight, Y/N opened the door. She was in sweatpants and a tank top, a night in.

"I'm sorry, my dad got called into work. But you are welcome to come in!" Y/N said, stepping aside as Eddie walked in.

"Beer?" He asked, holding up the case.

~

Half the case was gone as they settled on the couch and talked all night. It turned out they had more in common than they believed. They had a similar taste in movies and music. Same opinions on food and people in town.

The more they talked, the closer their bodies got.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Y/N whispered, her face inches away from Eddie's.

"Oh absolutely, darling." Eddie laughed, moving his face closer to hers. Practically nose to nose.

"I've always thought you were so fucking hot. I mean, I still do. You have this strong jaw, aged eyes, and major sex appeal. I can't tell you how many friends I stopped talking to after you flirted with them because I was so jealous." She explained a confession she was sober enough to make.

Eddie fought off the huge blush he felt on his cheeks.

"That jealous? That's so hot." Eddie whispered, a dark look over his eyes. "Want to make them jealous?" His lips were inches from hers as he cupped her jaw.

Y/N knew what he was hinting at and god did she want it.

"Definitely," she smiled, his lips pressed against hers as he devoured her. The kiss was heavy and hot. Set her body on fire and made her see stars. Eddie moaned in the back of his throat as she climbed on his lap. Her hands ran down his toned back.

He couldn't control himself, his hands worked down her body and landed on her thighs. He gave them a quick squeeze before he moved them to her ass. She moaned as his hands squeezed her ass, her hands moved to under his shirt, her fingernails scratching his chest and feeling his chest hair.

Their moans and groans filled the empty house as their tongues battled and tasted each other.

~~~

After their heavy moment together, the flirty looks and comments couldn't stop. Whenever Eddie was over to see Gareth, Y/N couldn't help herself. Whenever her dad left the room, her lips and hands were on Eddie in seconds. That not he complained, kissing her was his favorite thing in the world.

It didn't take long for them to start going on dates and becoming a couple. Gareth knew Y/N was dating and had a boyfriend, he just wasn't sure who it was. He had a feeling it could have been Eddie, he knew his daughter and she was easy to see through. Eddie had a better poker face so that's where Gareth was stuck.

Y/N could have been dating a different guy but had a massive crush on Eddie. But it wasn't his place to force answers, he'd wait until she was ready to tell him.

~

Y/N was waiting by the door, Eddie was on his way to pick her up for their date. Gareth respected her privacy and didn't sneak to see who's been picking her up.

"Hey, kid. I got to tell you something." Gareth said, Y/N walked over to the opening of the living room where he sat on the couch.

"What's up?" She asked her eyes on the clock.

"I know you have a thing for Eddie," Y/N froze in her spot and her eyes went wide. She went to deny but her dad kept on taking it. "And I just wanted to tell you before you got your hopes up. But he's dating someone. He's never been serious with anyone before but this girl he's locked into."

Gareth watched as a tiny smile that was quick to appear was also quick to disappear from her face. But she didn't look upset, and that's how Gareth felt like he already knew.

"And you aren't upset at all," Gareth said with a smirk. "I thought you'd be crushed."

"Oh well, you know. Just a crush." She said as she tried to brush it off.

"Y/N, I know the girl is you," Gareth said, taking a sip of his beer as she stood shocked. "I have a feeling why you both tried to hide it, not very well might I add. If you wanted it a secret, maybe don't let him feel you up in the hallway. But I want you to know, you are both adults, and I just want you to be happy."

Y/N blushed embarrassed at the thought of her dad watching her boyfriend feel her up. But she felt happier than ever to know her dad accepted Eddie.

"Thank you, dad." She said, she walked over and leaned down to hug him.

"I'll still kick his ass if needed."

Y/N laughed and bid her goodbye. A bright smile on her face as she walked out and met Eddie halfway.

"What's with the big grin?" Eddie asked

"My dad knows," before she could finish her sentence, Eddie was already running to his car and starting the engine.

He may have been older, but he still reacted like a child sometimes. But hey, she wouldn't want it any other way.

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[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @distopea

Professor Queen was charming. His smile was charming and it put Nunnally into a light and cheerful mood despite her awkward apologies. Were they perceived awkward? Was she perceived awkward? She was aware that was often the case outside her social bubble. But she was not sure she could do anything about it without losing the demeanour that was so useful in the world, where she belonged (or had to belong). Nunnally was also aware of her not-so-good time management, but it was not something that would get used against her. At least most of the times. She was just about to proceed with her questions (and she hoped for the discussions following her questions) when Professor Queen started to talk (or perhaps she should call him Anthony?; she was more used to that).

His words – in her opinion – were in a clear contrast with the tone of his voice. With his demeanour. Was he scolding her for being late? Belittling her knowledge on the subject? Why? She didn't have much troubles to follow the lecture. She came prepared. She had read his essay before coming to the lecture as well as some of the other works he cited. So, why these words? Clearly suggesting (in her mind at least) that she had not read his work before coming here. But doing that would be a waste of her and his time, right? Was it again because of how she looked? Was it because others usually considered that if you're pretty you cannot be smart? That she could not be interested in (and knowledgeable about) science? That all her qualities were her looks and her fate was to simply become an arm candy of a rich and powerful man? Well, they were wrong, but it was neither the time nor the place (and perhaps also not the person) to prove the world wrong.

Nunnally was usually not the one to cause commotion in the public. So, she kept her polite (although now not so genuine smile) as Astra was continuing to talk. However, if he was a careful observer, he might have noticed that her eyes suddenly stopped sparkling and were almost lifeless, dull for a few moments.

“I understand. I understand that you are busy. Perhaps another time then.” – she said politely; her voice gentle, but distant – “…but I am afraid I will not find answers to my question in your essay…I have read it before coming here and I was triggered by some of your ideas that I wanted to discuss further…” – perhaps she should not mention that; perhaps just the first part of her reply should have been enough, but Nunnally couldn't resist the desire to hint him, to let him know she was not what (or who) he was thinking her to be – “I just thought you might have elaborated on some open questions that seemed to be there in your essay…”  

His next words were able to lighten her mood ever so slightly. She offered Astra a small smile when he – perhaps unintentionally – compared her with a star. Nunnally was used to getting compliments, but this one (if at all meant as a one) was a refreshing one; one she had never heard before.

“It’s so beautifully said, Professor Queen. You now made me wondering if you also write poetry…” – she had that unexpected thought that she would like to sketch him, but she was aware that asking him to become her model, especially now, when he implied he was busy would be awkward. Not to say simply rude. She wondered for a few moments if she truly wanted to give him her surname. Nunnally avoided that as much as she could as it immediately stripped her (in her own view) from being a person of "her own" and instantly making her “her father’s daughter”. Which she disliked, but accepted as the years passed. But she knew who he was, and it was also not a secret who she was (perhaps he might have known and it was just a way to verify, to confirm his assumptions). So, she simply decided to grant what he so nicely asked for: --

“It’s Nunnally. Nunnally Ambly des Ayvelles.” – it wasn’t technically a lie. In fact, it was what her birth certificate said, although her family, or more precisely her father, in his public and professional life used the second segment of their surname. So did she. To make it seem less aristocratic? Less high-class? Although Nunnally didn't expect him not figure out the connection, she still hoped that perhaps he’d not notice that. Or not care about it – “But now when you have all atoms and neutrons in front of you, would you mind simply signing it for Nunnally? I would appreciate it, if it would not make you uncomfortable, Professor Queen.”

Now when she was able to brush off her first disappointment, Nunnally made a gesture as if she wanted to take another paper out of her folder, but she changed her mind stopping her hands in the middle way. She smiled to Astra again: --

“Professor Queen…do you give interviews?” 

[doggytail-duck]

Who knew going to sleep would be difficult after you spend half the day in the ER?

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

I hope this doesn’t come of as rude or confrontational, but I’m curious about your stance on certain HCs regarding Jonathan.

You’ve previously mentioned in a post that Jonathan despises rapists, and would personally never cross that line. Therefore, it slightly baffles me that you seem to be fine with, even welcome, the writer’s portrayal of him in the New Years Evil “mistress of fear” one-shot where the whole narrative is built around him being an incel stalker with no self-awareness or sense of boundaries, who exhibits borderline sexual predatory behaviors towards a girl possibly half his age. Which also is not an uncommon trope amongst fanworks of him, with creators using him as a stereotypical embodiment of the word “villain”.

I’m in no way suggesting that people shouldn’t consume unhealthy content, and this has nothing to do with kink-shaming. What’s troubling is the fandom inclination to insert him into such roles. He’s manipulative and cruel, but making him very much an un-naunced sexual perpetrator seems like an outright contradiction to his distaste for toxic masculinity and how misanthropic he is.

I truly admire the effort you put in to run your blog, and your constant support for fandom artists. This just might be me overthinking, so I apologize if I’ve bothered you.

I welcome your concern and would be happy to answer.Bare in mind, it’s late here and this may be nonsense but I wanted to give it a shot before going to bed. (if you aw this ask the moment I posted it, for some reason paragraphs were out of order, sorry about that)

Honestly, when I first read the story new Years Evil, I didn't think of him the way to describe. He stalked her, sure...but that was out of a need for revenge for what she said in court. This is VERY vengeful man we're talking about. Always has been that way. (And I honestly don't see him as an incel, I don't even like that word tbh. It's demeaning to men in general when the vast majority aren't like that. )

I don't see him as following her out of sexual desire, yes I will admit some have analyzed that comic and come to that conclusion but I do not agree with it. He followed her out of vengeance, and only when he learned more about her trauma, her bullying...did he start to feel feelings for her. And feelings is a strong word, I'd almsot rather say kinship. That why he had to make her his "Mistress of fear"

and "Mistress of fear" is a title, not a actual mistress/master relationship. I don't think that's what he wanted at all. He saw potential in her, she aligned with him on a traumatic level and he wanted to help her in his own horrible, wrong and manipulative way.

and she wasn't having that. she wasn't going to be like Jonathan Crane. She refused. That's the best part! She told him FUCK NO and purposefully pursued a life better than his own!

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and as for the fanfic and other word, I DO NOT condone underage relationships with Scarecrow. I do NOT like student/teacher or student/therapist stuff AT ALL. It grosses me out honestly. I would never put that on my blog. And I really do not like anything were he's a sexual predator/deviant or whatever. I don't even like him being horrible and hurtful in the bedroom, either.

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The biggest reason I have this username and my own Mistress of Fear OC is because I like the idea of Jonathan Crane having someone who shares similar trauma. My story is not like New Year's Evil, it's something that was consensual from day one.

I also want to say that your interpretation of the comic is not wrong, that's what you see and that is fine. I'm not gonna belittle you and I hope this doesn't come off that way. Everyone interprets comics differently. That's why I reblog so many headcanons, cus everyone deserves to have their own idea even if I do not necessarily agree

I hope this helps answer your questions, and thank for for your concern. <3 I promise I am doing my best not to encourage behavior like those fics you mentioned.

[mochikeiji]

素敵な男の子. Lovely Boy

↠ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi

↠ Warning: just fluff and soft Tsukishima

↬ Word Count: 3.1k

↣ a/n: ohayo!! Welcome to Day 1 of the TsukkiYama Week ヽ(*´з｀*)ﾉ originally, this was going to be an nsfw, but I read late that it was only SFW Content only (~‾∇‾)~ I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: tired of being known as a cold, heartless man, and someone who belittles their relationship, Tsukishima pushes back all of his own problems and traumatic experiences and shows just how much he loves and appreciates Yamaguchi and gives back all of the love and affection he has given to him since they were kids.

⇢ Day 1: Affection @tsukkiyama-week

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

Those were the lines he'd hear in an everyday basis from the tall blonde. That didn't make Yamaguchi falter though, he was used to his snarky comments and daily mocking. Even as a middle schooler, he didn't shed a tear when he was proclaimed to be, "lame" by Tsukishima on their first meeting.

Everything was fine for Yamaguchi. That is, until by faith, they had came out of their shells when they hit third year in high school and spoke up to the unbearable feelings they've held for eachother for so long.

One can only wish for their partners to be a bit...clingy per say.

For the past few years before entering this relationship they now have as college students, Yamaguchi was the and always the first one to initiate sweet comments, little surprises and small touches towards the blonde. And for years as a child until now, he had been referred to as "Tsukishima's Magnet" for always clinging onto him or following him around like a lost puppy.

Sometimes, Yamaguchi wishes for him to do the same. Even just a little. He couldn't voice that out even as they agreed before that they should open up more than ever now that they're in a relationship. But somehow entering a new, unexpected level in life, Yamaguchi began to revert back to his child self. Shy and quiet, never able to speak what was on his mind or what he likes and just let's everything slide by.

He felt selfish and needy to imagine Tsukishima actually showering him with affections out of his character for once. Imagine that all the words and actions he has given before would be reciprocated. But still he thought, he couldn't really force his lover to follow along his own needs. He didn't want to put more pressure on the males shoulder seeing as he has his own world he has yet to know about.

That didn't stop him from dreaming all of those whenever he sees a couple doing all those in real life, novels and television shows.

Now for Tsukishima, he has a keen eye. He would catch the fond look behind Yamaguchi's eyes whenever they would come across those sights or when they talk about something and him, being the sweetheart, always giving him heartwarming feedbacks and little touches. Tsukishima knows how this was affecting Yamaguchi, if he was to be told the truth he would admit that he really thinks of himself as a frustration.

He used to be so lively as a child, even not afraid to say "I love you" to his own brother without feeling awkward or cringing. Sadly, those days had died down ever since he developed trust issues to all then people that comes in his life. But still, this was Yamaguchi, the only person who has stuck with him throughout his life even as he was being an asshole to many including him. He was both his only friend and family. He should atleast have the decency to act like a boyfriend who cares about the relationship they've built. Not some jerk who would take advantage of someones precious heart.

Sighing, Tsukishima removes his glasses and closes his eyes. It was already 6:30 PM and Yamaguchi was yet to arrive at his place since he went over to their old manager, Yachi, for a bit of help with his papers.

That was another thing that bothers and scares Tsukishima to the bone. The very thought of Yamaguchi going to the girl he almost liked back in highschool, the one who might be, right now giving him the amount of praise he should've been giving him, or the comfort he should've given back after all of Yamaguchi's doings shakens him.

In all honesty, Tsukishima thought that in the end, it would be Yamaguchi and her. But driven by bitterness and hidden longing, he had manage to grab a hold of his heart and became his.

Yes, Yamaguchi was his but why did it feel like he wasn't his entirely?

Tsukishima knows he's a terrible partner to begin with. He knows that if in the past, if he had answered to the flock of girls confessing to him before, they wouldn't even last a week with him and his confusing personality. Not that he'd want that to happen, he didn't want to be stuck in a relationship with some squealing woman just for his looks. He wants Yamaguchi and he needed to do something for him atleast to show him after for long what he meant when he said that he loves him.

His bedroom door swung gently before he could open his eyes, only to be greeted by that lovely, shy chirp greeting and the line he has never grown tired of hearing.

"Sorry, Tsukki!"

He was finally back.

"Yachi and I had a bit of a chat after helping me. I hope you don't mind," a small vein popped on Tsukishima's forehead, seeing Yamaguchi get flustered and his cheeks tinted with pink about someone othet was oddly not pleasant to him, "We can still continue movie night though. My parents don't mind me staying over at your place."

Placing his glasses back as he hears the bag drop beside his bed, he watches Yamaguchi rummage over his things to take out his laptop for them to watch as promised.

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel troubled, usually when having movie nights with his lover, you'd expect a lot of cuddling and kisses here and there from all couples. But for them it was just watching with a space between them and nothing but a few words exchanged. And now, seeing as he was planning on doing something about it, he bit his lip on the sudden thought of canceling movie night for something else.

Something that's all about Yamaguchi and how he'd show him that he actually values the relationship and how much he loves him.

"Wait."

He mutters out as Yamaguchi had already opened his laptop placed on his lap. He looks behind his shoulder, blinking in confusion a little seeing Tsukishima stare at him intensely.

"Something wrong, Tsukki?"

He was thankful the boy didn't see him gulp wgen he had looked at him almost innocently with a tone so sweet and pure, his sadistic side was fueled. One of the few reasons why he loved teasing Yamaguchi and mocking him was the way he reacts. His tone going soft and pouty when he says sorry, or when his eyes would sadden a little looking like a puppy, or when he subconsciously puffs his cheeks in annoyance or happiness.

He wished he could've told him sooner how much he loves and notices the little things about Yamaguchi. The little things that cause big problems for him.

"Tsukki?"

"Dammit.."

Roughly pushing back his chair that grazed on his carpeted floor, he takes big steps behind him and kneels down on his level. He surrounds his arms around Yamaguchi's body from behind, shutting his laptop and quickly placing it down away from him, only for him to wrap his arms back on the males body, nuzzling his nose on the side of his neck and hearing his breath hitch from the sensitivity.

"Dammit all."

Squeaking a little, Yamaguchi feels his entire weight being carried as if he was as light as a pillow and lands on the soft mattress after Tsukishima had gently laid him down on. Sprawled and with a flushed face, Yamaguchi gulps as Tsukishima hovers over his body, trapping him in between his arms as he looks at him with that same annoyed look he always puts on whenever he was with Hinata.

"W-wait, Tsukki, what's gotten into you?"

"Shut up."

Obligating as he was told, his mouth forms into a tight, thin line. His forehead slowly forming sweats from his shaken nerves and with a bit of anticipation. Tsukishima could only scoff and push his glasses back to avoid falling, leaning his head in as he hears the person beneath him whimper when he dips his face on the side of his neck.

"Just let me do this for you."

Yamaguchi didn't quite catch what he had said as was about to ask, but words couldn't escape his mouth as whimpers and small whines were the only things he could emit at the moment when he feels his cold lips give the sensitive skin by his neck small kisses. He wantes to wrap his arms around the male hovering over him, but he also didn't want this little moment end in awkwardness seeing as he has never really held Tsukishima close to him.

Of course, he notices it since he has an eye for his reactions to see if he loves it. Breathing out softly, he uses his other hand to grab his arm, wrapping it on his neck and giving the side of his ear a small peck, "Do it," he didn't miss the way his bodt shuddered at the sound of his voice close to his ear, "If you want to wrap your arms around me, do it. I don't mind."

That made Yamaguchi's heart pound, the butterflies in his stomach tickling him, making his body feel light and his toes curl. He gulps, biting back the smile on his face and slowly wraps the other arm around Tsukishima's neck. He hears him sigh ffom his neck when he was pulled closer to his body. Thinking maybe it was too close for his likings, he gradually loosens his arms around him, stopping when Tsukishima groans.

Instead, he feels his body being pulled as well by the small of his back, a hand cupping the back of his top head as Tsukishima settles himself between his legs and his face hidden on the side of his neck.

He was finally cuddling him.

It felt good. No, that was an understatement to him, it felt right. It was like hugging a warmer pillow, it made him almost doze off to sleep but he fights it back by nuzzling deeper if possible on his skin.

"Tsukki, what's wrong?"

The unusual and out of character behavior caught on Yamaguchi. They have never really initiated these kinds of things during their relationship. It was mostly just filled with talks about how their day went or about future jobs amd such. Since he grew up with him as a child, it was easy for him to read the sudden changes his lover would go to. It was difficult, surprising, but he still finds himself in daze whenever he was with him.

"Not that I don't like the change of course here," he panics a bit, he really doesn't want him to pull away from him from blurting it out, "I'm just, really curious what made you suddenly do this?"

Tsukishima closes his eyes for a brief moment. He really didn't want to miss the chance to tell him everything he's wanted to say for a long time now. He didn't want to come off like some douche again and just utter out the phrase that makes him shut up.

But if its for Yamaguchi, he's sure as hell doesn't want to come off lame.

"I just love you."

And by that little confession, it had done a number out of Yamaguchi. His face blows into a steam and boiling hot red. Subconsciously closing his legs around Tsukishima's body feeling giddy and light.

And this was his first time saying that first.

"I love you too, Tsukki," he moves his hand to pet his hair, rubbing his cheek on the side of his neck in affection, "So much."

"No, you don't get it."

Blinking in confusion at his statement, Tsukishima pushes himself off from his neck and hovers his face over his. Eyes locked onto eachother with intensity flowing into his yellow irises.

"I love you."

"W-what?"

"I love everything about you," he pauses, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looks away from his eyes, "By everything I mean every little thing about you."

"Tsukki—"

"I know I don't say this crap all the time, but I couldn't help but think I was being an ass of a partner to you. I know what I am to many and God do I hate to treat you the same way as I do to them when you don't even deserve it."

"Tsukki, wait."

"No," finally bringing back his gaze on Yamaguchi's, he leans his forehead in and presses it onto his. Thw tips of their nose booping eachother, "Please, this is the only time I get to tell you everything."

That was the first time Yamaguchi has ever heard him plead. It warmed his heart so much that he was making an effort into all of this and it makes him tear up a bit. So with a nod, he allows him to continue on with his words as his fingers massaged his scalp by habit.

"I know I lack so much. I'm not like any partner whom you'd want to spend your life with following behind and get less in a relationship. I know I don't show or give much effort into little things like praises or affections to you but," he stops when he opens his eyes that held a soft, lost and frustrated look in them.

"But I don't want to lose you or continue on like this. I want to give you so much more than you ever deserved, I want you to know that from the beginning, I always cared about you and kept an eye on you. That everything you've done made me so damn proud. That when I call you lame I was trying to tell you how amazing you are."

Each sentence made Yamaguchi's world crumble and shake. Sure, he gets so many kind words from a lot of people, but the fact that he was being cradled in the arms of his lovers who was speaking hushed love confessions hit him harder than anything. He was already biting his lip from the giddiness and his breathing slowed from the intense atmosphere.

"I see the way you'd look into the stories and shows that had romance in them. As sappy as it looks, I know how much you longed for that kind of intimacy and communication. And I know for sure as hell you deserve that kind of treatment."

He braces himself using his forearm behind Yamaguchi's head, bringing up his other free hand to cup his cheek and look lovingly at him. A rare sight that will forever burn inside his head.

"And I want to be the one that gives you all of those. Not Yachi, not anyone else. I want to be not only your partner, but someone who's connected to you. Someone you can put your faith on entirely without any doubt."

He was unable to speak, only able to open and close his mouth but no words could escape. But after a short while, Yamaguchi feels himself chuckle a bit and moves his hands on the side of Tsukishima's face with dreamy, teary eyes and a sincere smile.

"Tsukki, you don't have to worry about any of those. I don't think of you or me that way," consciously leaning on his warm palms, Tsukishima allows himself to be squished by his hands and continues, "Yachi and I are nothing more than friends. Even if I found her alluring before, Tsukki, it's always been you."

Lips pressing against eachother at the moment, to remind him that he was all his and no one else's. That he wasn't going anywhere. That it didn't matter what Tsukishima does, because he was still the same man he's ever loved. Pulling away briefly, Yamaguchi holds back a giggle when he sees Tsukishima slighty jut his lips out from the short kiss. If he knew it felt like that he would've done it more often.

"I don't want you pressuring yourself in a role that you don't find suiting. In my opinion, its much more better to understand someone and just love them for what they are rather than see them force themselves in a role that make's them unhappy."

"But I'm not forcing myself...If anything, I want to do it and make you happy."

Yamaguchi could only smile and laugh halfheartedly at his statement and hugs his head close.

"Ever since you came into my life, I've already been in my happiest state more than ever."

Tsukishima couldn't help but still feel guilty. He really didn't deserve someone as lovely as Yamaguchi in his life. He admits to himself that he was the one who was the lamest and crappiest person ever, but when he feels his chin being pushed up a bit to meet with his kind and loving gaze, he allows himself and his heart to beat rapidly as Yamaguchi speaks,

"Please don't ever think yourself lime that, Tsukki. It makes you look lame when I know otherwise that you are all I hoped for since we were kids."

Scoffing a bit at that statement with a hidden smile on his face, "I sound like a sap for godsake," he hears him laugh along his words, "But, if we can, will you let me treat you right again? Start all over?"

Pulling him back for a heated kiss, Tsukishima moves his hand behind the small of his back to push him closer whilst still cupping the back of his head and licking on his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Yamaguchi parts his lips and let's him deepen the kiss, messy with his hair as his glasses were starting to mist from their breathing.

None wanted to pull away, Tsukishima lightly teases his crotch with his knee thar made Yamaguchi squeak a bit into the kiss and pulls away with a strinf of saliva connecting them.

"That was mean."

"You're a lot more sensitive than I thought."

Both were breathless, but filled with so much love and assurance. Tsukishima had laid his head on his chest, listening to the sound of the heart he knows he owns and breaths out in bliss.

"Do you still want to watch a movie, Tsukki?" he feels him shake his head against his clothed chest.

"Tomorrow, we'll go out on that little store you checked the other day. No questions, I'm treating you."

Blushing, Yamaguchi couldn't wait for the next day. Tsukishima could tell by the way he was tightening his arms around his body from the giddness.

"Just let me stay here like this...It feels nice." snuggling his body into a comfortable position, his arms caging in the smaller body between them as Yamaguchi nods along his words.

"And Tadashi,"

"Hm?"

"I love you, a lot."

"I love you too, Kei."

....

...

..

.

"Keep calling me that please."

[btsareyandere]

Lucky

Yandere Jin 

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' You repeat to yourself, your bare feet slapping against the oak flooring of the hallway you race along.

The bathroom door swings open and lands against the wall with a thud.

Rushing to the sink you begin washing the soles of your feet knowing you don't have time for a shower. The spit in your mouth is becoming thick and hard to swallow as time ticks by and your anxiety worsens, 'God, he's going to kill me.' You half cry whilst you scrub at all the dirt you can see. The mess seems to be getting bigger the more you clean yourself, brown water is settling on the white countertop, tufts of grass are littering the tiles and a quick glance in the mirror brings the state of your hair to your attention.

"Y/N! Come here please". The voice of your husband carrying up the stairs stills your body. For a second you wonder if hiding is the best option, maybe if you keep them waiting long enough he'll be forced to deal with you later.

'No' you whisper because of course, Jin would never back down and even if, by some miracle he did, the price you'd pay later would be more than you could afford.

Having made a decision, you try to dry yourself with toilet roll, something you can flush and hide the evidence of, before combing your fingers through your hair and walking to the stairs.

"Y/n!" He shouts louder this time. "I'm waiting, you know I don't wait". The length of your stride widens to get you there faster and when you do, Jin and two important looking men were stood looking at you.

When jin sees the state of you, barefoot, muddy and inappropriately clothed in a thin summer dress, his eyes narrow and darken.

Your mind thinks back to his comment when he kissed your head this morning when he left for work..'two of my best acquaintances are coming round tonight. Be sure to look presentable and clean, they have standards y/n and I won't have you show me up. I know how well behaved and beautiful you are, let's let them see it too'. Yeah, you went and fucked up.

In your defence, the grass cutters came in the late afternoon to begin mowing the acres of land that Jin's mansion backs onto and through pure boredom and loneliness, you snuck out to talk with them. Talking turned to laughing, laughing turned into you making them drinks and eventually with you playing like a child in the cut grass.

Jin never said you couldn't go out today.

Jin's fingers snapping together made you focus on him once again, his hand was pointed at the bottom step angrily. "Come here, right now!"

Meekly, you tiptoe down to stand in front of him, being one step up made you eye level with him.

"Tell me why you look like you do".

He demands.

Before you even open your mouth, you can feel the words getting stuck in your throat, fighting for space when so many of them are trying to jump out and argue your innocence.

You gulp quickly as you glance at the men behind him, they look just as ashamed as Jin does. "I um, I was reading a magazine and they...erm, it's a new fashion, like a style. It was...you know my favourite actress, yeah so she..on the catwalk, in um Hollywood maybe. Um...yeah..." your shoulders drop at the realisation that you've just fucked up, even more, you've never been a good liar but this was embarrassing even for you.

"Y/n" he growled, fists tightening at his side "don't you dare lie to me. I swear, it will be the last lie you come up with".

Your eyes start to burn as salty tears build up, ready to fall at any moment. "I'm sorry. Jin I'm sorry, I can go change". The power behind jins silent stare is unimaginable and has you punishing yourself before he can even touch you. Your nails dig painfully into your palms as you bang them against your outer thighs. Since being with jin, you have developed certain habits that he hates and tries to condition out of you. He's managed to get them down to almost nothing but even this tiny outlet of built-up stress and fear still annoys him. "Stop hitting yourself, that's my job" he swats at your arm to stop you.

"Please jin, I'll change super quick" you beg.

"There isn't time. This.." he pauses his sentence to pull at your flowy white dress, causing you to stumble into him. "This isn't something that can be fixed quickly. Did I or did I not, tell you I was expecting company and you weren't under any circumstances to show me up?" You don't get a chance to reply before he shouts once again "I did y/n! I gave you clear instructions and you chose to disobey me and now you've shown this side of yourself to two complete strangers." Spit is hitting you in the face as he yells but you don't dare to look away or wipe it.

With a trembling chin and eyes big enough to hold an ocean of tears, you beg him to forgive you. "I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry. I lost track of time, please don't hurt me Jin". The men behind him had moved to flank him and watch as jin tears strips off of you in front of them.

"Hurt you? You think I'm going to hurt you? Is that the kind of man I am now? Someone who beats his wife." Well from your experience, yes, yes he is the type of man he just angrily described.

To avoid getting yourself into further trouble, you simply shake your head and grip his shirt to make yourself seem as pathetic as possible and hopefully gain some sympathy.

He sighs and grips one of your wrists painfully tight, turning both of you round to face his friends. "Gentlemen, as you have probably guessed, this is my wife. I can assure you she usually acts better than this, her training has been...extensive shall we say". They all laugh in understanding and look down at you like a child that's made a comical mistake.

"Don't worry too much Jin. Sometimes my wife is the same, bless them, they try but often forget simple rules." The taller man says.

"Yeah, it's the same with mine. You should consider yourself lucky, little lady. Not all men are as understanding as your husband." He reaches out and ruffles your hair to which you feel Jin react and squeeze your wrist tighter. He never did like it when people touched you.

"Hurry and apologise" jin spits at you.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." You said more to jin than to them but they all accepted it.

"Come on then, let's go to the living room and I'll have the maids bring us something to drink". Jin gestured for the men to head towards the room on the far left and followed them, dragging you along without letting you know if you're welcome or not.

Once he has watched his friends seat themselves, jin takes up position in his own armchair, releasing your wrist and allowing the blood to start flowing to your hand again.

He straightens his suit out before once again clicking his fingers, "stand here. Right here" you shuffle closer and closer to the side of his seat before he motions for you to stop, "you're too filthy for my furniture, you'll stand in silence. Do you understand?"

You nod your head like last time but this time it's not enough. He reaches back and slaps behind your knees firmly, causing you to release a gasp. "Answer me when I'm talking to you".

"Y-yes jin, I understand you." You whisper.

"She's cute" one of them praises.

"Yeah, she tries." Jin sluggishly replies.

The evening drags on and they make it through several bottles of wine..each. Jin, however, sticks to his usual two glasses and watches amused as his friend's tongues get looser and looser. "...And so the other day I bought her some new underwear and told her she can only wear those around the house" they all three burst into hysterics but to you, it wasn't funny. It hurt you to know that more women were living like you and with men that seemed even worse than jin. Maybe jin was better than them.

Several more degrading and sexist comments had you lose control over yourself and you tut quietly as you roll your eyes simply for your own benefit.

"Excuse you," jin says without looking at you.

You bite down on your lip and pretend he wasn't talking to you, something that didn't last long when his hand grips the back of your hair and pulls you down to his eye level, over the arm of the chair.

"Do you not think you're in enough trouble as it is?"

You use one hand to hold yourself up while the other one hovers by your head, wanting to force him to let you go but too afraid to do it.

"I-i" you begin when he cuts you off.

"I-i" he mocks. "You're a stuttering mess y/n. Just don't say anything unless I tell you to. How can you be so dumb all the time?" Thick tears are now dropping from your eyes to his shirt and he notices. He pushes you down to the floor at his feet and holds you there, "Everything you do makes a mess. The floor is the only place you won't ruin anything." His temper was flaring and despite their level of drunkenness, his friends were feeling it's their time to leave.

"Well, it looks like you have some things to work out jin. We'll be going now". They both stand to say their final goodbyes when Jin finally looks away from you. "I'm sorry you had to see this." He says as he points at you.

His friend smiles knowingly and attempts to reassure him. "Honesty it's okay. I find they get a bit more disobedient when they're on their period. It's not their fault really I suppose".

Jin looks at you again "are you bleeding?" You feel your cheeks burn impossibly hot as they continue to dehumanised and belittle you.

All you can do is shake your head and silently plead for Jin to take you from this situation.

"Hmp," He says almost as if he were perplexed about the reasoning behind your bad behaviour.

You glance up at the men with jins hand still in your hair.

The other one gazes down at you with a lustful smile "You're a very lucky man Jin." You watch as his tongue slips across his chapped lips and it repulses you. You cower backwards slightly, resting between jins legs. When he notices your behaviour Jin smiles inwardly, he knows that no matter how he treats you, you're bound to him forever.

"I know." Jin snaps at his friend. "Y/n, go upstairs and wait on all fours for me. There's no way you're getting away with this kind of behaviour. I'll have the maid run you a hot bath after, you won't be sitting down for a while. Go now!"

You quickly spring to your still slightly muddy feet and race to your room to fulfil his demands and this time you won't be late.

@jinnenchimchim @v-2bucky @aria101404

Not proofread.

[hippityhoppityyourenowmyproperty]

Reset!Rant (part 4)

Blackout

Chapter: 1

Thad: "Even though Craydl was programmed to obey my dear grandfather over me, he still could hold a conversation and be useful. While you have some rudimentary communicative abilities, it's not the same. I could say the same of Bart."

This is a put down that comes out of the blue and it shows how normal it has become for Thad to resort to insulting Bart. This insult is especially tasteless when you remember that a lot of ND people have problems with verbal communication/talk too fast/talk too loud or too quiet/have trouble expressing their thought and can go nonverbal. So yeah, basically another slice at Bart for having ADHD, wouldn't you know it.

Thad's vision blacked out and he grabbed the washing machine for stability. If felt as if the bottom fell out of his world. He knew this feeling all too well now, but it had never been as bad as this. He staggered away from the laundry and into the kitchen to sit.

.................................... Helen's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Thad? I just got a call from the school. Bart passed out in class and I'm going to pick him up. I'll be home soon." When Helen returned home with Bart, Thaddeus was waiting in the kitchen with a smirk on his face. "You passed out?" Bart scowled and stomped off to dump his backpack and jacket off on his bedroom floor. Thaddeus snorted, still sneering.

Making fun of someone because they showed physical weakness, that's stereotypical school yard bullying right there. "Haha look at you you loser! You passed out. You're such a weakling!" Thad is so...pathetic in this. He is so desperate for power, so desperate to be superior to Bart. He waited all this time in the kitchen just so that he could throw Bart this line. He clinges to everythign that will make him appear better than Bart. He obssessively seeks out every little one of his flaws and mistakes in order to maintain his big ego. It's almost pittyful. Of course he snots at Bart, of course he is behaving as condescending as possible. Thad is the kind of person who kicks someone who's already on the ground. This is just...So ugly to read. Hey Thad, you nearly passed out earlier this day, I don't see you shaming yourself for being weak. What's the difference? What's making you so special that you don't deserve to be shamed for it?

Hey Helen, you're just going to ignore Thad very obviously and viciously bullying the closest person you have to a son? You're not gonna repriment him for it so that he won't continue to destroy Bart's self esteem and his mental health? No? Great, it would be very confusing if you suddenly started being a responsible parent.

Thaddeus leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. "You're pathetic." He sneered.

Funny that you mention it, have you looked in the mirror lately?

Chapter: 2

Mike gestured to Bart's injuries. "You could say that you got hit in the face with a basketball or something." Bart slung the bag over his shoulder and pushed the bathroom door open. Maybe he could just go home? No, Thad was there, and he didn't want to listen to his evil twin berate him about getting bloodied in a fight.

Through his frequent put downs, Thad now made Bart afraid to show weakness. He knows that Thad will make fun of his vulnerability and won't be of any help to him.

Thad: "No moron, I'm playing with a tesseract puzzle." His voice was dripping with condescending sarcasm. "What else would I be doing?"

Another put down out of the blue. And a very sordid one, I might add.

Chapter: 3

A commotion in the backyard grabbed her attention and she saw Bart and Thad duking it out again. "Oh, for the love of...Wally, I'll call you back. The boys are really at it this time. I swear, Thad needs to get out of the house and get a life, and Bart needs to stop antagonizing him."

Hmm, that's odd. I could've sworn that Thad was the one who constantly ripped on Bart, was a dick to him and provoked Bart with "You've got ADHD so you're dumb" insults, and Bart was the one who remained friendly despite having to endure insult after insult without retailiating. Are you referring to the times Bart called Thad a jerk and said "Like you're any better"? Are those the oh so bad words Bart calls Thad that justify you saying "He's antagonizing him"? Because, and maybe that's just me, but calling someone who is neurodivergent a r*tard, moron, idiot, shortbus, brainless, annoying, destructive, a nuisance, hyperactive, embarrassing, dense, pathetic, saying that they have "Rudimentary communicative abilities", that they "probably got distracted with by something shiny" and implying over and over again that they're stupid and useless, that you see it as a disgrace to be related to them, that you'd like to beat them up, (and actually beating them up) and that they're inferior to you because of aspects of their personality they can't control is a bit worse than saying "Jerk" to defend yourself in response to being called those insults. And somehow we should believe that Bart is the one who is antagonizing Thad? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Thad is so obviously abusing Bart in this, I don't know how anyone couldn't see this. Screw Helen, she has no sense of fairness and justice when it comes to Bart's treatment. Do I have to explain the word favoritism? How come she lets Thad get away with was worse stuff? Why doesn't she chew him out for all the stuff he put Bart through? He was very clearly shaming him for having ADHD im Helen's presence, and she didn't do shit.

I'm 100% sure Thad started this conflict with some "You're inferior to me" comment and was also the one who got physical first.

Helen: "You don't even know?! Get in here and go to your rooms!" The boys let go of each other and sulked past Helen. "I swear you two, if you were girls, I would be blaming hormones for these outbursts."

Yeah, let's just casually ignore the fact that testosterones are the hormones that increase aggressive behavior and that boys produce about 16× more testosterone than girls, and that men are known to be quicker to express their anger through violence than women. (Cite: Men vs. Women: Hormones; a transgender perspective, Why do women and men respond differently to anger? PsychCentral) I guess I can add "sexist" to the list of things that make Helen an unlikable person. Also, glad to know that she now cares about breaking up a fight between them. Play fighting for fun in the yard? Absolutely not! What were you thinking? Why do you act like that? You should know better! Shady sparring fight in the streets? Sure Thad go ahead! Nothing wrong with beating up your brother to release your anger!

Chapter: 4

Thad answered with a smirk, "That you're a hyperactive brat who would just get more destructive when introduced to sizable amounts of caffeine."

Bart glowered and crossed his arms. "Shut up! I am not!" Thad lifted his chin in victory. "See? Hit the matk. I'm right."

Both Helen and Konner sit next to Bart and they say nothing in response.

Kon chuckled as Bart settled down at the table. "Man, I kinda missed that."

"Missed what?" Bart asked.

"You driving people nuts. Inertia's not Rob or Wondy but he flips out pretty fast." Thad snarled at Kon, "They don't have to live with him!"

Bart has been nothing but nice to Thad. Bart is the one who has to live with Thad's constant belittling. Thad has deluded himself into believing that he is the victim here, but he's really not. Bart is. Bart has been trying to help Thad, even though he was a total douchebag who constantly humiliated him. Bart has to live with Thad.

Chapter: 5

Kon: "Seriously, don't you have any other modes than "up yours" or "sideways"? You're going to die a lonely virgin life if you keep this up. Yeah, I get that your childhood was stolen by an evil madman and all, but you're preaching to the choir here. Dude, get over it. We did." Thad's glare darkened and he clenched his fist. Lunging forward with a punch, he stopped just short striking Kon. Shaking with fury, Thad backed away and left the kitchen. Bart sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. "He's gonna need to spar today and I'm all beat up already."

"You don't have to be his punching back."

"I'm not a punching back. I hit back."

I agree with Kon up until the "just get over it" part. It's nice to see someone finally calling Thad out on his demanding and shitty attitude, but telling an abuse victim to "just get over it" isn't good advice, either. What Kon should have told him was that Thad should work on his behavior and that him having been abused doesn't make it okay for him to abuse others.

The dialoge after that between Kon and Bart is another attempt on the author's part of justifying this situation. The "I hit back" isn't very encouraging when you consider that Thad is a way better fighter than Bart. The "He needs to spar today and I'm all beat up already" makes it very clear that Bart would rather not participate in a duel, but does it anyway because he feels pressured to keep Thad's emotions in check. Without Bart sacrificing his own well being, Thad would've gotten himself into a lot of trouble by beating up random people in blind rage. And Bart knows this. Despite what this sentence is trying to make you belive, their fights aren't balanced. Thad can easily overpower and outsmart him in a duel. At the end of the day, Bart is still his punching back.

Chapter: 5

Seeking Thad out, Bart found him in the library, talking with a couple of upperclassmen girls. Bart pulled him aside, much to Thad's annoyance. "I'm gonna need some help. Eddie's-" "Not my problem," Thad interrupted. "I don't care what's going on." "Look, getting beat up was just the start of it. He's-" "Not. My. Problem." Thad turned away from Bart. "If he got himself into it, he can get himself out of it. This is a waste of my time." "I just want you to back me up."

This kind of sums up what kind of person Thad is. He takes and take but doesn't repay the favors. He's cold and has no compassion. It doesn't matter to him what Bart did for him, and that he vouched for him. And going by Thad's logic, Max and Bart shouldn't have offered Thad to stay with them because; If he got himself into this situation, he can get himself out of it! Not our problem, we don't care what's going on!

Thad knows that Bart is going to do something really dangerous and could get seriously injured or even die, and he still doesn't give a fuck. He hasn't learned to care for Bart one bit.

Bart grinned at him. "You came."

"Max wanted us to take care of each other," Thad remined. "Letting you get pounded into a smear is a violation of those orders."

This is Thad admitting that the only thing that made him help is Max. I'm 100% certain that Thad would've gladly stood by and watched Bart die if it wasn't for Max. Thad still hates Bart's guts for whatever reason, and he actively shows him that every chance he gets.

Chapter: 7

"Obviously, I got my intelligence from both of our grandfathers. Pity that means there wasn't any left for you."

Hey Thad? How about you shut up and not smack talk Bart every chance you get? It would make you less of a person that deserves to get hit multiple times in the teeth with a brick. This is, very obviously, another put down directed at Bart's ADHD that is disguised as a joke.

Jerking his head up, Bart nodded. "You would do that?" "What kind of evil twin do you think I am?" Thad huffed in mock offense. "I only beat you up and ridicule your intelligence, not withhold precious words of wisdom that can be thrown in Wally's face whenever he gets his tights in a wad about you not being the perfect little sidekick. He treated Bart to a wicked grin. Legacies are more than a name and a costume."

Oh don't worry Thad, you're not the evil clone, you're just the abusive, selfish, cold hearted, self entitled, manipulative, egotistical brother. Yes, you 'only' did those things. They are still reprehensible and loathsome. They will still mess up a person and are unforgivable. Turning your actions into a joke doesn't make them funny or acceptable. The fact that he admits to his wrongdoings but doesn't see them as reprehensible speaks volume about his personality. He talks about his crude actions with such satisfaction and confidence as if he were proud of them. After everything I read about Thad in this, it's very likely that he is.

And the reason why he does Bart a favor here? Again, just doing it for himself. He tells Bart these things not becaus he likes Bart, but becaus he dislikes Wally for that whole legacy thing and wants him to suffer. Thad is self projecting about his issues with his legacy.