#dilfdater420

From the beginning, you mimicked every single emotion you saw. If Cecil was angry, you were fussy. If Cecil was happy, you were bubbly. If Cecil was sad, you were a constant fountain of tears that he could never seem to calm down.

This sentiment continued as you got older, constantly considering things he had never even thought about. For birthday parties, you'd even invite people you didn't like that Cecil knew you didn't like. It was so perplexing to him. When he'd ask why, he'd be met with some rendition of "well, if I didn't invite them, I might lose a chance to get to like them!" or "think of how they'd feel though!"

The empathy only got stronger as you got older, same did his fear. Kids were and are mean and your kindness was something that could easily be obtained. Undergoing vicious bullying, you cried day in and day out, tearing Cecil's heart into tiny pieces. What's worse is that you rationalized it, your empathy wouldn't let you see any consequences for those bullies. After all, "they could just have a terrible home life!" as you always said.

This "doormating", as he thought, was the bane of his existence. You both were so different. When he was your age, he wasn't the type to consider the perspective of someone that needed to get their ass beat. He always tried to knock some sense into you, but you seemed adamant on your personal philosophy. This unfortunately caused some unintended disconnect between you both that you both refuse to address.

As if the world hates him, one day, you got powers. His beautiful, sweet summer child got fucking superpowers. You took some red earrings after saving an old man on the street. Suddenly you could call upon this "lucky item" or whatever the hell it is to solve any problem you came across. Not to mention the magical companion that he was not allowed to see. It was like an issue out of a comic book.

Cecil put up a congratulative front but behind closed doors was absolutely fucking terrified. You weren't meant to be a hero, yes you cared about people, but doing hero work requires you to get the bad guys without a second thought. You were not fit. The best hero work you could do would be healthcare honestly. That's what he wanted! He was perfectly content with fostering a normal, regular child. But now you wanted to be a fucking hero, goddammit!

He loves you, so much. He admires how kind you are, wished to bring some tiny parts of you into himself as if to restore the warmth in his heart. You remind him of being young and innocent, and he wants to protect that with all of the might he has in his arsenal. How can he facilitate your career without you getting hurt?

Simple! Whenever you do go in the field, instead of just training and working in the office, you do "fake" missions. It's not like they weren't real issues, but the "villains" you fought could hardly be considered opponents on a genuine level. For example, the Elephant was your designated arch-nemesis. Yeah... Not remarkable...

And if you ever did sort of "graduate" from those lower levels, maybe, just maybe, you'd be able to take on bigger issues.

But in the meantime, he tries to make you feel like the biggest, baddest, and heroic hero ever. He threw you an office party when you won against your first villain. Everyone, and I mean everyone in the GDA, had to participate and act like they were so heavily impressed a 13-year-old took down some Z level wannabe villain or else they'd be fired. Cecil doesn't play about his kid.

But you've grown since then, and you won't be a child forever, to Cecil's dismay. He won't always be there to throw you parties, and you won't always be young to dote on and patronize.

You'll be going to college soon--god willing, maybe it'd throw some sense into this whole "hero career" thing--you'll be an adult. Cecil wants nothing more than you to go there, find someone to bring back home for him to thoroughly evaluate, get married, maybe have kids so he can maybe be a grandad, you know, just regular parental aspirations that are specifically without his direct involvement. Only a little terrifying, right? He can't have what happened when you were younger repeat itself. Let alone, let it be your entire life with some douchebag of a partner.

He's not prepared, and he can only hope to steer you in the right direction before it's too late for either of you.

--

"I can be meaner!" You exclaimed, bunching up your fists in exasperation.

You just got back from an epic mission, with trials and tribulations so grand that they not be spoken, with heroic accomplishments on an undiscovered level, your mission was to get coffee for Cecil Stedman.

And you crushed it!

"You took so long to get back to me because you let people cut in front of you because they "looked busy"." Cecil sighed, putting his fingers to his temples.

At least you felt like you crushed it...

"If you wonder why I don't send you on real missions, it's because of stuff like this." He asserted, taking a sip from his coffee.

That sentiment seemed to drive a small dagger through your heart, you frowned, eventually nodding in agreement. You always gave a lot of grace to people; it was just in your nature. You were the kid that cried when other kids cried even when you weren't sad. Having a big heart didn't seem to be commonplace anywhere else.

Cecil shared in your disappointment; it hurt to see you sad. "Hon," he began softly, "I love how empathetic you are, don't get me wrong, but you have tremendous potential to be a valuable asset to the agency. And I in particular, wouldn't want to see you get hurt because you "understood" a villain while on the field."

"I know," you responded, "I need to be more like you."

Cecil snickered at your comment before sighing. He did that a lot when you tried to help.

"Yeah, like me." His frown deepened.

a/n: I didn't mean to make this so sad lol

I purely went with the flow on this. It's sad because it felt right and honestly, it's better than the shitty fluff draft I first cooked up, TRUST ME.

A - Affirmation

Cecil works day and night, 24/7 for the safety of the human race and Earth. At times, it can feel like you're getting in the way, taking time away from what is more important.

However, Cecil would rather die than let you feel this way. He'd let you know that you're just as, if not more important to him than his job. You're his only break in the day, something positive amidst the chaos. It's integral to him.

B - Bald

He's balding, all stress related too. After someone at work pointed it out, he confided in his now lowkey insecurity about it. You try to tell him that it's not a big deal, and he looks fine, but he can't help but think about it at least a little.

You telling him he still looks fine as a mug makes him feel better though.

I have a feeling Cecil would use it as a way to get compliments and affection from you without outright saying it. He's old, old guys love to avoid being completely transparent with their needs.

C - Chicken

I have a headcanon that he's from the south, specifically Kentucky, so he absolutely loves his chicken (and food in general) well seasoned. He can't have it any other way or he will throw a fit. And if that does happen, it's super funny to see him hangry. He'd have his signature frown, a bib he clipped to his dress shirt, a glare at the food, and his arms crossed.

D - Down (to Earth)

Cecil is a very practical man, taking things in as they come. He's always working pro-actively, never waiting for something else to come and lead him in the right direction.

This bleeds over to you. When you both were starting to date, the way he got a first date was not by flowers and nervousness, he was very blunt about it: "Hey, I'm going to say this outright because life is too precious to hesitate: I like you. I think you like me too. Can I take you to dinner?"

It definitely doesn't work for everyone.

E - Elated

When he gets happy, it's noticeable. His smile reaches up to his eyes, and he loosens up. In fact, him being delighted can make him tired since he's stopped tensing up. It's like the weight of the world is lifted off his shoulders, which is more literal than figurative.

In particular, say it's Valentine's Day. You're both at home in the living room, and you're giving each other your gifts. You'd already given him his gift, and you're currently opening the one he's given you. Before you can even tell him how much you love it, he's passed out on the couch.

F - Faithful

Is very committed to you and only you.

One of my personal headcanons is that Cecil loves love and values the close relationships he has with others more than the other party might understand (i.e. Cecil bringing Donald back from the dead).

So, say there's a scenario where you might feel a little insecure that you're away from him so often and that he might be cheating--he'd swiftly nip that misconception in the bud. It'd be a very serious conversation with hard boundaries on that being set.

He'd never forsake you, his whole heart, for momentary pleasure.

G - Gentle

Yes, he's practical and blunt, this was the case back in the letter D, but that doesn't mean he's not considerate with it. He'd treat you like a gentleman.

Him being upfront (most of the time, we'll get into that) means he cares, not that he has a lack of tact. Like if you two were shopping and you were modeling outfits you might want to buy, and he didn't like any of the ones you tried on, he'll tell you he doesn't like it. Not like "I don't like any of these, you should try on some other clothes." It'd be like, "Sorry ___, to be honest, I don't like any of the ones you've showed me so far. I feel like they don't really fit you, can we go look for some other ones?"

H - Hard-Headed

He's very stubborn. When he's stuck in his ways, he's very unmoving in that viewpoint.

Once something clicks, it clicks forever until there's some situation when he's forced to re-evaluate his ideas, which doesn't come often.

With you, he's a similar way. It can lead to some strong discussions on outdated opinions on the world that shouldn't be held anymore. Nothing serious like human rights or something, just little stupid stuff like the Monopoly Man definitely having a monocle or how he won't even try Wingstop because, "Kentucky Fried Chicken is the best".

Compromise is only made when his hand is forced.

I - Icy

Sometimes Cecil can be quite cold.

He thinks in a calculated nuance at work, and it's hard for him to relax that part of him sometimes when he's with you. He tries but the man is stressed out! Having the whole world under the care of you and your annoying heroes is a lot.

J - Jazz

He loves music, and I have a strong feeling that jazz (and country but that's not at the forefront) is a genre he's been accustomed to since childhood in the south.

Since he's a boomer, I could see him being born in the midst of the boom, which would be the 1950's. This era was characterized with a shift to rock and roll through the lens of things like rhythm and blues, i.e. jazz.

Since the (white) south was y'know, not cool with black music (which is rock and roll) they listened to the thing they just got accustomed to: jazz. And he loves that shit

I feel like he'd have a little dream of being like the big wigs and going to a jazz bar in NYC, surrounded by alcohol, love, and sweet tunes. He'd take you there as a treat one evening, and it would be grand.

K - Kiss

I headcanon that he was a bit of a player back in the day, not a lot though. Like he didn't have a revolving door of people every day, but maybe about 10 partners a year? (He could've also went undercover for operations that might've gotten a little freaky, but I digress. Would love to talk more about this full length if anyone's interested.)

So to that respect, he knows how to kiss, and how to do it well. His style of smooching changed as he got older, he got more tender, less cocky. But that same passion permeates through his kisses.

L - Lazy

He hates lazy, relaxing is hard for him. It was frowned upon to lounge around when he was a kid (southerner on a FARM? trifling...), and it's even more frowned upon now in his line of work. He's always doing something whenever he is home, whether it's tidying you both's room, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, etc.

Even with all the money he has he refuses to hire someone.

M - Money

Speaking of money, Cecil's dough is so large that he probably doesn't know what to do with it. Every time he teleports it's over 7 billion, and he couldn't care less! He teleports all the time!

In your relationship, you don't even have to work for a day in your life. He provides everything! And working is frowned upon anyway, because it could allow people to find your relationship out and use it against him.

For the readers that might want to do more than be a house spouse (/are like Debbie), you and Cecil would have to find a workaround that doesn't include a public establishment with easily broken records. Perhaps the government? But even they're flimsy. Regardless, despite his hatred of compromises, you both would find a way that worked.

Also, depending on if he even let you know what his real job was or not, he'd still be acting in the same way. He'd just go about you working in different ways.

N - Nocturnal

His sleep schedule is probably incredibly off from where it should be. He lives on melatonin and caffeine. This can make for some long nights where he wants to talk to you before the melatonin kicks in, and you're hanging to consciousness for dear life so you can listen.

O - Oblique

Whenever Cecil discusses his work, it's very vague.

Depending on if he tells you what he actually does or not, because I feel like he could do either or, he's the same.

He doesn't want his work life to bleed into his normal one. Something that brings him peace shouldn't be tainted with chaos. He loves you dearly, but his world wouldn't, so he saves you from it as much as he can.

P - Petnames

Since he's a southerner, "darlin'" is most definitely his favorite. You make his real self come out, the one not polished to be "professional" and lack his accent.

His runner up? Love. He loves love, so he should call you what he loves.

And finally, his third favorite has got to be hun and hunny--I just have a feeling.

Q - Quality-Time

His time with you is precious, considering he doesn't get much.

It's become one of his core values in life, so he cherishes whatever he can get with you at any time.

R - Romance

Yes, he loves you, but is he the smooth, romantic type? No.

In fact, he might fumble a little whenever he tries to do that. This could look like surprising you to a night of champagne and a trail of flowers leading to the living room more often than Valentine's, but that isn't his style.

But if you liked it, he'd at least make an effort. That's the type of "romantic" he is.

S - Snuggles

In the sterile world Cecil works in, and the touchy world he'd grown up in, he'd be a touch loving man. In fact, with the right amount of whiskey, he might see you laying down someplace and jump on top of you for a hug like the "oh boy it's smooching time!" Link and Zelda animated scene.

Here's the clip for reference: https://youtu.be/zPAo6mW3WYE?si=ZXziBHDO5Vd6IoIX

T - Timeless

When he loves someone, he loves like there is no tomorrow. With the reality of his world often being bleak, and with the amount of time he gets to see you, whenever he does see you, his love is very purposeful and full.

U - Unspoken

His communication skills only activate in things he deems truly serious. But when it comes to "little things" like his emotions or stress, it's something that goes unspoken.

It takes a lot for him to really open up.

To put it in perspective, he calls therapists "shrinks".

V - Vacation

He can't have a vacation; it'd just be a hibernation where he catches up on the years' worth of sleep he hasn't gotten. And that's if he's with you, since you make him elated.

W - Warmth

He grew up in the south, he loves warmth. But up working in the Pentagon can get cold, and he absolutely hates it.

This can look like Cecil snuggling up when Mark was doing his training in the artic.

So as soon as he gets home in the winter months, he's turning up the temperature and you can't do anything to change his mind. Your sauna is his normal.

X - XOXO

Sometimes he'll have to leave for work in the middle of the night, so he'll leave you a note in the kitchen for you to read.

Somewhere along the track of his life, he learned that you put XOXO under your letters without learning how that makes him sound.

Depending on the reader, you might not have the heart to tell him that doing that makes him sound like a little girl writing her first crush a note.

Y - Yearning

When he's not with you he thinks about you and wants to be with you. He wants to know what you're doing, shoot you a text, get a picture back maybe? He just wants you.

Z - Zephyr

Last but not least, he loves walks in the outdoors. Feeling a nice soft breeze to carry some of the sweat away with his love is his kryptonite. It always reminds him of what's important, of what he's protecting.

You, the answer is always you.

a / n : heyyy

I am always open to critiscm especially since it's my first time doing something like this. Not too confident but, I'm being honest with how I see his character and I think that some of that can resonate with my fellow Cecil enjoyers.

On that note, lemme know if you liked it. I also have a huge fear and pet peeve with OOC-ness, so please, help me out! lol

This breeds a calculating mastermind type of lover, where his love language is knowing exactly what buttons to press to build one-sided codependency for his partners.

A good example would be Angela/The Engineer. Gunn implies in the Behind the Scenes with Lex that Mr. Luthor had some level of romanticism with her, which makes so much sense. Angela did not become The Engineer without guidance from Lex. She had the seed of hating metahumans ideal, but she could not have grown into the raging "I gave up my humanity just for you, Lex Luthor and oh also Superman and totally not because of my faith in you" powerhouse we see in the movie. (I do not see enough people talking about the parallels between them and the Joker & Harley Quinn btw, it's such good subtextual storytelling. I cannot give enough praise to James Gunn.)

If he's like this for someone he at least mildly liked, what of someone that he was actually enamored with? Not with them just for superficial stuff or sex?

Lex would constantly monitor them and always want to know where they were and who they might be with. He's the only thing you should depend on, why else would you not be in his sight? To cheat on him? To talk to another less cool person?

And he doesn't discriminate, anyone is a threat, everyone must be "preapproved".

As this interpretation serves, he's incredibly jealous in nature. He wants everything you could possibly offer at 100%, 24/7, 365.25 days.

Because in his mind, he's provided you with comfort and abundance. With his wealth, you didn't need to work a day in your life, much less worry about expenses. Anything you want, you get.

Lex can abuse this as the perfect guilt trip for whenever you ask for something like space, painting his partner as someone who doesn't love him because they asked for the one thing he will not allow them to have out of the many things he gives you. "Greedy", "unnecessary", and "spoiled" are all word I can imagine him describing his lover within an argument.

Speaking of arguments, say you have a disagreement and he fucks up. He'll say something super rude, resulting in a boundary broken that you cannot look past.

I think in this situation he'd test the waters for a couple days, see if the world of his wonderful nights of passion can win you back emotionally.

When they don't, he won't say "sorry". He'll try to buy his way out of it, providing the excess that was part of the problem in the first place.

Like, he'll take you out to dinner and give you a necklace made of real emeralds because he's a fiend for green, saying sensual things like "think of it as my kisses on your collarbone and neck". And when you recognize that he just can't say sorry--or don't, I know some people are very easily satisfied (like myself) --you'll decline the gift.

And when you decline his gift that you are so very obligated to accept because why would your spoiled ass not accept it, he'll rehash the argument you had and give you the cold shoulder.

The next parts can go in multiple different ways depending on the living situation/degree of control.

If you're the combative type (like me, twinsies) then you'll most likely point out that he's (intentionally) emotionally constipated, how he can't make apologies with fickle, superficial shit!

If you both live together, in short, you're cooked. He always has another spot to sleep at. If you want to be so unappreciative, he'll show you what it looks like when he actually doesn't care.

If you both don't live together, he'll find a way to punish you by either messing with your money or messing with your ability to keep your home. He has connections all over Metropolis. No doubt he'd have connections with your employer or your landlord. And even if those don't work, he can always go nuclear and kidnap you. But I think that last option is only in extreme measures.

Lex had to get where he was somewhere, and that does include a level of charm and ass kissing at the rapid rate I suspect he grew his business.

Small diatribe on how I headcanon how he came to be LuthorCorp billionaire CEO (feel free to skip because I kind of sound like that gif of that guy pointing at his cork board with red thread and pins often referenced w/ conspirators (lol)):

I think he was in college at some prestigious university and, get this, was in college for 5 years starting at 17, learning 4 degrees in biochemistry, mechanical engineering, computer science, and robotics with a minor in theoretical physics. He then started the company with nepo baby money and too much free time. Allowing him to grow his business for the next decade (22-32) until the events of the movie. -Of course, this is a little far-fetched and works under the assumption that Lex is not some self-made genius or that LuthorCorp is not a business that was passed down to him from his parents. But I'd be remiss to say that I thought about it in any other way.

Back to Lex' romantic abuse!

This cycle of him hurting you and then reminding you of your dependency seems sooo tiring. And if his lover has self-respect, they'll (attempt to) leave.

Only in this moment do I think that Lex would say the word sorry. Not really because he meant it, but because after everything that he put his love through, he knows they'd love to simply hear the words "I'm sorry" to validate them.

--And the cycle continues.

a/n : i could honestly write more but i think about abusive dynamics entirely too often lmao (i need to touch grass, it's obsessive), i hope you enjoyed!

If you like my interpretations feel free to read my fanfics: Project Supernova and Let’s Make STEAM. #shamelessplug

If you have any requests for Lex related suggestions, please let me know in my ask box!

Cecil feels like a weight has been lifted of his shoulders.

The two of you have been in a heated battle of loud atrocities committed on each other. You're the one behind the scenes of plenty of villain operations, guiding them, gathering intelligence, making deals with devils—which is actually something you and Cecil have in common.

The similarities between you both is something Cecil adamantly dislikes. It makes him think about himself too much. His logical sense of what's right and what's wrong is almost the same, the only thing separating the both of you is your individual philosophies. His, the fact that humanity deserves to be protected, yours, the complete annihilation of mankind is due.

You both do anything to act in accordance with your beliefs.

When captured, extensive measures are taken to make sure you, not only never leave being the same person you were when you came in, but also reveal all of your secrets to the GDA.

The difficult part of this is that you're not an easy target. How do you threaten someone who's ready to die for their beliefs?

Unfortunately for Cecil, he has one last idea—but that means having to talk to you.

—

"Sir, they're not complying with anything we've thrown at them."

Cecil sighed, head in his hands, elbows pressed against his desk. This whole couple of months has been exhausting.

There's no reprieve from you, anything Donald could think of, his department could think of, hell, even he could think of, none of it would work. You were so set in your morals, prepared to die to prove a point.

"Of course they aren't, Donald. Of course."

"Our team that's been trying to crack them," he pauses, "they don't know what else to try, sir."

"And we have tried water boarding, right?"

"Yes."

"White torture?"

"Hm."

"Attempted death by a thousand cuts?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fuck." His frown lines deepen. "I really thought that would work."

After a moment, Cecil piqued up. "Let me talk to them."

Donald's eyebrows raised. "Are you sure, sir?"

"If nothing else has worked, I might as well. Plus, I have an idea that might scare them into working with us."

<>

"What an unexpected surprise!"

"Well aren't you a ball of sunshine?" Cecil deadpanned.

You smiled. "You haven't seen anything yet, outside of these chains my shine is atomic."

He hated this. He didn't like the way you looked into him, as if you knew him. "Listen, ___, you aren't getting out the easy way. Either you work with us or we keep trying."

You kept staring at him.

"What are you trying to gain with this? Is the damnation of an entire race of people this important?"

You raised a brow, "Is you going the lengths you do every day to protect the human race important? Then you have your answer."

He grunted, "What if it wasn't? What if I do it because no one else will?"

"Then it still has merit, importance—same as my job."

"No, what you do isn't a job. It's not noble, not a sacrifice."

"I've sacrificed."

"At the expense of a stupid dream." He leaned onto his knees in his seat, fists clasped together.

"Just as stupid as your determination to resist against Viltrumite rule."

Disregarding the fact you somehow have that intel, "Do you want humankind to be enslaved? I thought you wanted us all dead?"

"Of course I don't. I'm just pointing out the obvious."

You peered into each other's eyes.

"We're more similar than you like to admit."

You've touched him.

"Bullshit."

"Don't dismiss it, if you're anything like me, you've thought about it."

He broke eye contact.

"We both act in drastic ways for opposite beliefs. We are two sides of the same coin."

"No, I am nothing like you."

"You recall Mr. D.A. Sinclair do you not? He's employed under you."

"Don't you dare try to compare that—"

"He should be rotting in jail. He's a mad man, irreparably ruined many lives of mankind that you so undoubtedly protect. Why employ him?"

"His reanimen are—" Cecil cut himself off.

Your smile deepened. "Cmon, you can say it."

Cecil stayed quiet.

"I'm not criticizing you, Cecil. When I find useful pawns for my work, I exploit them too."

"We are not the same."

"I'm the worst reflection of yourself that you will ever see."

Cecil stood up, walking to the door, fists balled. "This isn't over, ___."

"I hope not. Good talk, Global Defense Agency Director."

He stopped at the door for a second before continuing. "Fuck you."

He slammed the door behind him.

a/n: Cecil knows he's a pos, but to what extent?

I love scenarios where characters have to question their actions and if they're really at the level of merit they ascribe them to. Dusttale Sans fics prepared me for this day.

I would've added more exposition in the middle, but the dialogue should speak for itself. Same think with the reader and what tone to employ. I don't want to speak for you guys more than I already do lol.

Hope you all enjoyed. Lemme know if you'd like a part two of this. I have ideas for the reader and ways to mess Cecil tf UP.

Oh and if you ever wanna request something I have guidelines/boundaries up now. I also have commisions for those that like might like my writing

in general…

Cecil would be from the country, specifically Kentucky. I don’t know why, I just have a deep feeling he’d be there

And with that, he’d have almost everything that came with it. The accent, the love for flavorful food, the no nonsense approach to everything, the country music, and a love for hot weather.

He’d grow up on a farm, but know that there’s something out there that’s more interesting than tending to livestock and growing okra. He’d be the first of his family to go to college and eventually lead into government espionage and into the GDA director.

He’d lose his accent of course, not because he hasn’t been around his fellow countrymen, but because it wasn’t “professional”. (If you want a visual of how a country Cecil could sound watch clips of Walton Goggins from Vice Principals, it’s gold!)

Cecil’s accent could only come out in moments of pure emotion. Whether he’s furious, ecstatic, or devastated, that’s when the facade cracks and the man he’s built up to be is gone.

I feel like he might also have went back to his accent when he was in prison simply because he didn’t give a shit anymore.

Other than his southern background, Cecil would be the type to really love love. He’d cherish that feeling of not only being loved, but loving others. Yet another thing to push away in his line of work.

For example, when he develops deep connections —or at least connections that are deeper than surface level— with people he doesn’t like the idea of parting with that feeling. With that, he can get really selfish when a force of love that he cherishes gets taken away. In execution, this can look like Donald getting revived without his knowledge because Cecil cares about his right hand man.

He keeps this really well hidden because his line of work requires cold, uncaring actions. So if he likes someone, he’ll subconsciously tell the person in question through subtle decisions.

At his big age he would’ve thought that this is something he’d overcome, but love prevails.

in a relationship…

The selfishness is on unmatched proportions. Keeping you safe is a top priority. You’re scrubbed from any sort of record, no one’s allowed to know you’re entangled with him. He’s got too many targets on his back.

And if you’re a hero? Ooo… it gets worse…

A lot of coddling! Comes off like harsh commands to fall back, outsiders think Cecil hates you because he’s so mean, constantly laserd on you. When in reality, he’s in the midst of a professional entanglement.

After years of this and it not going well with the maybe, at max, two recipients of his treatment he knows to keep high walls so he can’t fall in love easily. It always spells a lot of stress on the other person, and then him.

But he unfortunately couldn’t have it any other way! He’s a control freak.

If a relationship is successful though, he’s a happy guy. He has a reprieve waiting for him every day from the murky landscape of a world he lives in. It’s probably like a dopamine boost that he has something normal, and on all his terms? Might as well be cocaine

He’d very easily become addicted.

Despite his hard grips on safety, he’s actually a pretty chill partner. He’d like a normal morning where there’s a scent of bacon cooking on the skillet, sun ebbing from the half opened curtains from you not trying to disturb him—reminds him of childhood.

And if he doesn’t awake to that, even better that his lover be with him in his arms.

He’d adore the small moments when you’re both in the living room watching a movie, going out for dinner in a restaurant where you’re the only two in there, or dancing to some jazzy blues in the bedroom. These are the times that he gets to feel normal.

It’s priceless to him.

Oh! Cherry on top, around you in private, he let’s his country come out!

I have more so if someone wants to Idk… request I write some more I’d probably love that Idk… (cheeky)

Cecil is constantly worried you might die.

Everyone’s eyes are constantly on you, watching for a mishap, a sudden blunder, something to exploit. To kill you with. Even if you’ve never lost a fight, he knows people are looking for a way to be your first loss.

You’re a target under his care, dating or not. He must do what he can to protect you, but maybe with the added pressure of love, this protective grip can be a little tight.

This looks a lot like tracking your every mistake, debriefing on everything that went wrong on missions as to not make the same misstep twice, and training the he’ll put you in is based on the intel he’s gathered.

He even has a small committee dedicated to finding every fault in your system, he’s meticulous.

Training is not only what debriefs are like, but him making you actively relive blunders through simulations, strength and endurance training, and the like. You could be about to lose consciousness, and he’d tell you to keep going goddammit! We’re pushing new limits here, this isn’t grade school! Go further or go home! Either that or he’d give you a small break and then a pat on the back to push you back out.

Of course, the relationship you two have is frayed because of this. One screaming match turned heart to heart finally cleared some of the air between his actions and his intent.

Cecil loves you, unquantifiably so. And with that he worries, a world without you is a world he doesn’t want. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to worry about you, that you have no margins for error.

Despite this, the obvious answer is that what he seeks is not possible.

Now depending on the reader, this argument could be “too little too late” or the “saving grace”.

If you’re a “saving grace” reader, things get better for the relationship.

Cecil is coming to terms with the fact that some circumstances must be left uncertain. No matter how much it aches him, he’s starting to learn how to trust in uncertainty, and more importantly, you. He’s learning the art of “trusting the process”.

There’s a little more lovey dovey, a lot less control. It’s nice, it’s breathable, it’s brings you both peace.

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“___” is a placeholder for your name btw I just don’t like Y/N for some reason

You were running towards the battlefield, your hips swayed atypically, vision ebbing in and out of focus, weighted breath. You hadn’t slept since Monday, it was Thursday today. Or at least you thought it was.

Cecil watched you closely. You were with the Guardians, helping to save a bank from being robbed by the Mauler Twins. It was easy with the Mauler Twins, always easy, this time it sure didn’t seem easy. You weren’t as sharp as you were, making error after error while his anger grew. He knew you knew that fact, feeling your famous confidence get etched away.

After the encounter, Cecil eyed you as you walked back to the GDA. You needed to talk to him apparently.

“Hey,” you address him, walking into his office.

His eyes continued their relentless dig. “Dont hey me, you look a mess. What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I—“

“There’s no “sorry” in this ___, those two idiots damn near beat cha’ to a pulp. You better thank the guardians for helping ya’ keep your winning streak or so help me.” He was so mad his facade was cracking.

You inhaled. “I mean do you know how many people saw that? Over four million on national news!”

“Cecil,” you sigh

“Ya’ need to realize the influence you have as Earth’s greatest hero—“

“Cecil.” A little louder…

“—If people are seriously led to thinking we’re susceptible, our enemies could get bolder!”

“Cecil..!” Louder…

“They could make an attempt on yer life goddamnit I could lose you! The world doesn’t need that! Ya’ need to be better!”

“Cecil!” Loudest. This got his attention

“WHAT?!”

“Fuck you.”

In his disbelief, you walk out the door of his office, going to take the nap you deserve whether he liked it or not.

Hard to tell if his love was just an affinity to what you’ve been reduced to, an emotional punching bag.

Sorry if this kinda sucks I’m operating on like half sleep and my beta reading doesn’t work until I’m like, 6 hours post fanfic writing and I refuse to wait that long. Gimme thoughts in your reblogs and comments!