#because the choice I wanted to make was a stupid one

[puppetwoman17]

You know, i wanna expand a bit on Billy’s relationship with Ebenezer, because I feel like it’s so important to dissecting Billy’s character.

⚠️If you don’t wanna read about my thoughts on Billy’s mental abuse by his only adult relative, then please click away⚠️

My mind went back to the fact that Billy couldn’t go with his family to Egypt solely because of his lacking grades. I wondered, E must know, right? Maybe he was told in passing, maybe Billy told him and asked him for help studying, whatever. And I just know that he made fun of and ridiculed him. He likely called him dumb, moronic, any name in the book.

Ebenezer constantly relayed to him and validated the notion that Billy stopped HIMSELF from being with his family in their last moments. That he was too stupid to be with them.

With that in mind, he would have had to be solely dependent on his uncle. Unfortunately, that’s not possible. He’d have no choice but to trust him, but we know that backfires. His only reprieve is school, so when he gets home, Ebenezer would tell him to put his stupid brain to good use.

Anyone can sneak and buy beer. Even an idiot like him.

The basis for their entire relationship is that Billy looks like his dad. Hell, he practically worships him. But because Ebenezer can’t very well scare his younger brother(height mixed with a strong personality), he goes for the closest thing. A spitting image of his half-brother who still hasn’t developed mentally and barely exhibits any traits.

It will take years for Billy to realize that Ebenezer is a coward. Until then, that man is his worst nightmare. He’s the thing he fears most in this world. Forget Black Adam, Darkseid, and Mr. Mind. Merely thinking of Ebenezer Batson, the man who belittled him so much that he has trouble trusting himself, causes him to shut down or divert away from those thoughts.

Just like his dad, Billy is everything Ebenezer isn’t. He’s young. He’s talented. He’s charming. He has opportunity. And he believes in himself because his parents made sure he did. So the worst possible thing Ebenezer could ever do to his nephew is mess up all that careful development.

“Are you sure they loved you?”

“Are you sure you can do this?”

“You’re the only one who stopped you from being with them.”

“When are you going to realize that you can’t do anything right?”

Ebenezer Batson is the only person in the world who knows the one other way he could crush his nephew’s spirit. Ruining Captain Marvel’s image.

Because he definitely “knows” knows. CC’s face on Marvel tells him everything he should know.

The one thing, above all, that could crush his nephew’s spirit into dust, is ruining Captain Marvel’s image. Because it’s genuinely all he has left of his dad. He’s the only way he can see his dad talking and moving on screen. It’s like he’s still here, and Billy never wants to ruin that.

But he’s an idiot. That’s what E used to tell him. What if he makes a mistake and no one likes Cap anymore? What if he’s ruined the image of CC Batson(his face, his ideals, his hopes) forever?

Just the fact that it’s not these cosmic beings of mass destruction or mad scientists bent on world domination that shakes Marvel/Billy to his core. It’s this evil old man who knows him better than anyone. Knows how he thinks. Knows what buttons to push to get him angry and look bad. Knows how to lower that self-confidence.

[arcane-temp-fandomblog]

I'm going to posit that it's probably the opposite plot wise, I think that the show runners always had ending be this "high concept" pseudo intellectual timetravel loop butterfly effect drivel that fed into the big war, the war of wars, the doomsday war.

I have no receipts for this*, but looking back Fortiche added a lot of symbols. Now these symbols could be anything w/o context of the ending, but with the ending they wrote - it feels like in broad strokes what we would get were there. Ie. Ekko has symbol of the 'infinity' that is broken up partially like Z drive bomb infinity ends up broken, the butterfly symbol in Jayce and Viktor's flashback, there's broken up infinity symbol on card with machine herald when Sevika is playing cards etc. Now 'symbolism' does not a plot make, but I think the writer's thought they would end on this groundbreaking philosophical conclusion about identity and choice alike Ghost in the Shell, but what they were capable of is Age of Ultron level philosophy and that's probably disservice to Age of Ultron.

I think the writer's were attached to this timetravel loop butterfly effect pseudo philosophical concept that after S1 everything becomes sacrificed on the altar of it coming to be the big thing - better than all threads they started - 'coz this will be the groundbreaking point they make. The plot ceases to exist after S2 ep3 because the timetravel loop IS the big reveal that will lead to last showdown and will also give the audience NEW UNDERSTANDING of the show.

Since the big reveal is kept for the end, ep. 4 to 6 are kinda spinning their wheels : Vander finds Jinx, Jinx finds Vi, Vi and Jinx find Vander and they hug, the group find Viktor and they hug, Cait finds them and sees them hug. Jinx/Vi/Cait/Vander/Isha are completely obsolete for the final conflict so they may as well not exist in this story.

There's no tension because 'the timeloop reveal' will create the Big Bad in Viktor, so while there are personal stakes - there's no plot. In hindsight it's obvious there's no overarching plot because half of character's are missing from the show yet there are no consequences, even the ones not missing kinda spawn when needed not impacted with what other character's are doing.

Like for comparison on tension and reveals :

in S1 Finn talks to Sevika wanting her to take part in disposing of Silco

-> few scenes later they come into Silco's office and we're lead to believe that the take over is going to take place REVEAL: Sevika instead of killing Silco, kills Finn

-> the natural assumption is that Sevika is loyal to Silco REVEAL: she says she'll dispose of him is someone better comes around

That's just one small fragment of storytelling in Season 1.

In comparison Season 2:

Jayce comes back from alt future BUT we only see some PTSD flashbacks, he kills Salo and we're not sure if we should trust his judgment or not (knowing last flshaback of ep. 9 where the mage is Viktor would kill the tension)

-> he goes to Viktor and has some more flashbacks and kills Viktor which makes even more of mystery (knowing last flshaback of ep. 9 where the mage is Viktor would kill the tension)

-> REVEAL in a flashback: Jayce went to AU land to learn a lesson while being stalked by mage from his childhood and that's why he did what he did (knowing last flshaback of ep. 9 where the mage is Viktor would kill the tension)

-> the "plot" progresses and Jayce and Viktor have a final show down and then whoa! a REVEAL 15 minutes before end of story in a flashback that has other flashbacks: it was Viktor all along, hah what a TwIsT! what a butterfly effect! and that final flashback that the authors kept from the audience from ep. 6 till ep.9 for this grand reveal has the lesson Jayce learned in AU land.

Like Season 2 has a lot of this very contrived ways the story is kept from the viewer for the sake of this stupid ass reveals and building tension where it's not there.

*my only receipt for this is that when I was scripting my hobby comic in first draft, I did the same kinda flashback reveal.

And if I say Arcane Season 2 is a textbook example of why creators should stay in their bubble, stick to the script and not let fan reception and opinions dictate how they write the rest of their show?

[haveuevermetme]

i remember my whole life i was afraid of romantic and sexual relationships with men.

i was afraid to go on a date because so many people around me were telling me how it’s totally normal to have sex on the first date or, if you want to play hard to get, just kiss on the first date and have sex on the second. i didn’t want to have sex with a man i don’t know. i didn’t want to kiss a man i don’t know. there is no way in hell i could “know” a man after one date. i hated that.

i always thought i was supposed to have sex as an obligation in a relationship. i thought i was supposed to agree to sex even when i didn’t really want to but enough time has passed so now i have to. i thought i will have to suffer through rounds of persuasion for sex when i already had trouble resisting people asking me for something in general, and saying “no” to sex because i didn’t want to be a prude.

i thought i was supposed to suffer through the first time when “it will hurt a bit in the beginning but then it’ll be fine”. i thought about an orgasm, how hard it is for women to get it, how men don’t like when women don’t get it and how women pretend to orgasm not to hurt men’s feelings. i hated that too, i didn’t want to pretend but i also didn’t want it to be hard for me.

i never dreamt of children or wedding when i was a child. for me it was something that will happen but so far away from now it was not worth worrying over. but deep down i knew i was scared and the older i got, the more i was worried about it. i didn’t want to have children, i’m afraid of pregnancy. i’m a little claustrophobic, i’m afraid of being stuck in places where i have no choice of getting out. pregnancy is one of these things for me because if i want a child, i have to get pregnant, if i’m pregnant, i have to deliver the child. i have to suffer thorough pregnancy AND childbirth AND possible consequences of it for my body. you cannot say no to a child when you are 5 months pregnant, or 6, or 7, you just have no other choice but to go through with birthing the baby. it terrifies me.

i hated that i always got told that i can’t have too high standards to dating because there is no “perfect person” and i will have to lower my standards and put up with his face/body/character/interests. i didn’t want it, i didn’t think my standards were high, i thought they were fine. i didn’t want an anime guy because i know what kind of anime they’re watching, i didn’t want a gamer guy because i don’t want a man addicted to his computer. i didn’t want a man with too many guy friends i didn’t like because i had an opportunity to find out how they talk with each other about girls and their relationships. i didn’t want a smoker or an alcoholic, i didn’t want a wife beater, i didn’t want a guy who regularly ignored my wishes even when we were just friends. my standards were really low.

i hate all of that and what i hate most is the fact that i thought i had to go through all this. i didn’t have to. i don’t have to. i can say no, i may never have children or a husband and even though i know a lot of people will be mad about it and would think i am crazy or stupid or both, i still can say no. they can talk and curse me but they won’t be able to make me have children and husband. they will talk, but i will be free.

[heartnanase]

scaramouche

i dont know what this is but my love life has been cooking recently so i decided to write again after months (i’ve been left on delivered for 16 minutes so you guys get angst)

“look seriously? don’t be like that— hey! wait! it wasn’t my choice! the fatui? i wanted you to be safe!”

“im getting married. deal with it.” you said while quickly walking, holding onto the sides of your heavy wedding dress, not even 3 minutes into putting on your outfit and you already regret wearing heels. “who? tartaglia huh?” he looked like a fool, you assumed he did at least. getting the courage to look at him was difficult. “it’s ajax.” you coldly say. you could picture his eye roll in your head as he mumbles a “whatever.” all you could do was watch his shadow in the corner of your eye trying to match your pace, while he reached to grab your hand. you angrily turn to him. “no! no just go! its been five years and now i’m just supposed to believe that you suddenly want me again?” all he can do is stare at your teary eyes, all he can do is chuckle. it’s weird, you had no clue why you were crying. was it cause the way he trims his hair now is different? was it cause his voice has changed, it sounds restless; was it cause it’s been so long? or was it because your heart still beats the same for him as it once did years ago. it didn’t matter how you felt anymore, you had a husband. well you will have a husband. so—

“listen okay? i just needed you to be safe” he cuts off your thoughts. scaramouche is nervous, he thinks he’s hiding it well with his smirk but he’s really not. you watch as he awkwardly try and fix his posture and grins at you, shoving his hands in his pocket hoping you didn’t notice his shaky fingers. you couldn’t stay here with him much longer, ajax would be furious. it’s not like you loved ajax, nor did he love you. it was a mutual agreement that your marriage would be perfect considering you and ajax both came from respectable families. however your dad always hated scaramouche, and you wish you listened to your father about how boys like him are pieces of shit. “you don’t get to decide that!”

scaramouche scoffs, “so what? what would that make me if i was the reason you died?” you slowly gulped as you both stood in science. he sighs and continues, “look i love you okay i still do and being away from you was one of the hardest things i’ve done!” you kinda always hoped the break up hurt scaramouche, even if it was just a little bit. you hoped that seeing you with someone else makes him bite his inner cheek. so it makes you feel better about drawing doodles of him. and making playlists dedicated to him. and learning the stupid piano just so you could play his favourite songs. “you have no right… no right to come back into my life!” your lip quivered, “it took me so long to fall asleep without you. do you know how difficult it is to eat with a heavy heart? maybe you didn’t kill me physically but the world stopped spinning the day you left so if you’re trying to come back the moment i’m starting to feel okay i’m not letting you.” of course you still loved him, but he was the reason why you put such restrictions on love. and now you cant even break your own rules, not even for him. scaramouche opens his mouth to speak but a voice calls out for you.

“hey! ajax is looking for you!” a guest you didn’t even know yelled from across the room. you look at scaramouche one more time before walking past him.

[amethystfairy1]

How old was Scar when he first joins the lab program? Cause we can guess from the Cub and Scar college fic that he started being Hot Guy when he was around 16 but when exactly did he start getting like all the surgeries and training???

Also can we just talk about how fucked it is that he had to start being a superhero when he was 16?? Especially because (I’m assuming) his costume probably hasn’t changed much between now and then, meaning that the labs legit put a 16 (!!!) year old out into the public wearing bootie shorts and a top with a boob window in and and went “ah yes, this is exactly what a 16 year old kid should be wearing” like- HES A CHILD?!? MAYBE SEXUALIZING HIM ISNT SUCH A GOOD IDEA STUPID LAB PEOPLE?!?

Anyways that’s my mini rant, thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

We actually get this info a couple of times, in Cold-Blooded Crush for instance...Scar was 15 when joined the labs program, and he started performing as Hot Guy later that same year, though not at full capacity till a couple years later he was still on the scene.

I think this was mentioned in one of his stories, it's slipping my mind now which one...but 'Hot Guy' isn't the name he was assigned by the labs. Originally, he was supposed to be 'Hawkeye' 😅 but when he first made contact with the press, he was still a little loopy from the surgeries and not entirely with it, not to mention Scar tends to let his words stick to begin with, so he introduced himself to them as 'Hot Guy'.

And booooooy were the labs not happy with him about that one. But it stuck immediately and they couldn't really do much about it. His original hero uniform was much less risque, it was similar patterning but it was full pants and a cut off full length shirt with some light body armor (let's be real it's just a re-skinned version of Hawkeye's outfit from the original Avengers movie 😆)

Scar came up with his Hot Guy outfit over time. He slowly started to wear less and less while on hero duty because he actually just found it easier to move and also wanted to differentiate between his two personas as much as possible. Scar Goodtimes always wears full coverage clothes, multiple layers...so Hot Guy should be the opposite, right? Bit by bit he started to change stuff up, and as he got more and more popular it wasn't like the labs were gonna stop him from doing stuff like that. The labs were more concerns with his behavior and his enforcement of their rules, not what he was wearing, after all. Plus it seemed to make him more and more popular, so why would they complain?

TLDR: Scar joined the labs program was he was 15. He didn't start wearing sexualized outfits till he was in college, and that was his own choice, not the labs. The labs absolutely suck, and they put Scar through hell, but the whole 'Hot Guy' thing wasn't their idea 😆

[hey-august]

I have an idea...

I came up with something like modern au But mixed with superheroes au, where buggy is the villain and anon the heroine, Buggy knows Anon's secret identity and initially befriends her to plan revenge. But over time everything changes and they become good friends, One day things get heated (NSFW) and in the middle of the action Buggy says something that makes Anon recognize him as her arch enemy.

Oh, oh yes. I'm here for this. (Not me imagining Buggy as Bomb Voyage from The Incredibles now lmao)

WC: ~850 Warnings: a touch of nsfw, buggy x gn!anon, brief profanity, light mention of violence, mention of an erection

The way this guy fails upwards in the most unexpected ways. Buggy stumbled across Anon's identity, literally. How he managed to show up just as they were switching between private life and hero life was unlikely. It definitely did not happen because he was going to use that same spot to also change disguises.

And, of course, Anon can't deny who they are. Between tell-tale injuries and the stupid hi-tech gear they were using in bright daylight, there isn't much to say besides, "please forget you saw this."

Thinking on his feet, Buggy offers a different option. "How about no."

"What do you mean "no"?! What the hell are you doing here anyways? Just turn around and- and pretend this didn't happen."

Anon is panicking. And…in pain. Buggy is familiar with that frantic need to get rid of witnesses, all to maintain the image of being strong.

Buggy manages to convince Anon to grab a warm drink and get patched up. He's nosy and wants to know who managed to get them like this. (It was a one-off nobody, some black cat burglar.)

He listens, judges (silently and out loud), and makes plans to embed himself in Anon's personal life.

Anon lets it happen. It's nice to have someone who knows and listens. To have someone to call for a distraction, when everything is too much. A few texts after a tiring fight, a quick lunch, an afternoon matinee, a middle-of-the-night chat full of tears and sniffles, dinner cooked together.

Buggy remembers when the change happen. It was a classic brawl between the fated villain and hero. In the chaos, the beloved protagonist must have lost track of all the dangers and was in the direct line of getting skewered. If that happened, then the fight would be over. Forever. And, well, Buggy wasn't ready for it to end like that.

A few choice movements and taunts were enough to bring Anon out of harms way. Well, mostly - the sharp projectile did get a taste of flesh and blood, but not of life.

Buggy made sure to keep himself available after the fight. Just in case his "friend" needed him. (It helped offset the guilt that he was ignoring.)

After that, Buggy often found himself making sure Anon was not in mortal peril. Both from his own hands, and from others. It was dirty. He ended up making bad deals and alliances with scumbags, but it was all for safety. All to keep Anon safe.

Buggy tried to tell himself that this was all so he could come out on top. He could win exactly how he planned. But the night he fell asleep on Anon's couch with empty takeout containers on the coffee table, and their head in his lap, Buggy stopped lying to himself.

The lines were blurred. It was getting harder and harder for Buggy to keep his own identities separate. And that was his downfall.

It was a small thing. So little.

Once again, Buggy found himself on Anon's couch. But this time, they were on top of him, straddling his lap and grinding against the erection they teased him about barely 5 minutes ago. It felt so good.

He wrapped his arms around their body. One arm was looped low across their back. Their other brought his hand to rest on the back of their neck - that was it.

The feel of Buggy's hand on the back of their neck. The way he shifted his fingertips slightly before squeezing. Shit, there were in practically the same spot as when…as when…

A rough memory came forward - one with restraints and a long villainous monologue from their indulgent nemesis. As he prattled on and on, his large hands kneaded Anon's neck. Anon remembered those details clearly. It was the closest they came to losing.

And it happened just before this shithead showed up in their life. Probably for revenge. To finish things.

But why didn't he? Why was he sitting on their couch with strained pants? Why was his face in the crook of their neck? Why was he begging for more?

Was this a trick? Humiliation and demise would not be out of the question.

The questions and answers didn't seem right, though. Not for this situation. There were all those times Buggy helped clean a wound, or change bandages, while apologizing. Maybe those weren't generic platitudes, but honest admissions of guilt.

Now that felt more like an answer. And Anon had the question already - what would cause a villain to do the things they do? To pull their punches? To swap more banter than fists?

Hearing Buggy whine against their pulse, "please, I need you so bad," was the answer they accepted.

And it was an answer they kept for themself too. They needed Buggy, as well.

They also needed to mess with him. Not now, but during their next hero-villain fight. Buggy couldn't be the only one having fun with secret knowledge.

Just think about how he'd react when the goody-two-shoes starts flirting with the ne'er-do-well…

[funlovinzara]

“Speechless” Okarun x reader

I didn’t know id cause so much trouble, but in the end i met someone who touched my heart…i don’t know if I’ll ever be able to love him.

Warnings: none really

A/n: im back divas 💜 IM SICK AGAIN

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Okay, lets not start off with “im just a normal person, who attends a totally normal school.” Because its stupid and dumb and i really really just want to explain this whole situation. This school is weird. Ive been experiencing some supernatural things happening to me and i dont feel safe wherever i go and i think something bad might hurt me. I walk home after school one day and i notice the air getting thicker and thicker and i just feel the tense pressure of something following me

I rush home and all i can do is ponder about whats going on with me, am i mental?? Is this some of condition?? Im having nightmares and i cant take it anymore. I cant even talk to anyone about this because i hardly talk to people at this stubborn school…

Besides all the crazy things happening to me, theres this guy I’ve had my eye on, not romantically or anything i just keep seeing him wherever i go and he just sticks out like a sore thumb. I think his name was Ken….im going to talk to him, he seems like the only person who wouldn’t judge me.

I walk up to him and before i could even mutter a “hey” a girl comes first and speaks to him, it seems like they’re close. Suddenly everyone must have a friend besides me, thats so annoying. I’ll speak to him at lunch then. And as i expected, that girl was there again. So i guess i’ll just speak to him afterschool.

“Hey..” i tap his shoulder while walking out the gate of the school. He swiftly turns around looking at me in surprise and quickly blushing. “O..oh hello!”

“I wanted to know if you’d like to be friends…you look really cool and i thought it would be nice.” His face flushes even more “Cool..? Me? Oh- yeah s-sure we can be friends thats totally awesome! Yup! Cool!” He was geeking out, and it was really cute

“Can w-“ before i could speak again he cuts me off. “How about we talk together at lunch tomorrow or if we have the same class..? Its s-super nice to meet you. Im Ken takakura!”

“Oh im y/n l/n, sure we can talk tomorrow” he bows and runs off home, i mean at least i’ll be able to actually talk to him. I start to walk home and the sun starts to set, i really don’t want that feeling to come back again. But it’s not my choice is it..

While i walk home i start to feel it again, the feeling that im being watched. But no it’s way worse this time. My ears start to ring, and i hear footsteps slowly pick up behind me. I start to run home, it wasn’t far anyway, i could make it! I run into a neighborhood I’ve never seen before, but I’ll do anything just to get away.

A blue light appears above my head and i turn around to see 3 large men with a horrifying smile standing behind me. I turn again to sprint for it until they catch me in a millisecond. “What a fine specimen!!! We shall take your banana for inspection.”

“What the heck does that even mean??? Let me go!!” I hear another pair of footsteps and i see..Ken? And that other girl..

“Get em okarun!!” The girl exclaims, and before my own eyes i see okarun leap forward to one of the men holding me, transforming into something so unknown. The aliens are caught off guard and unhand me while i see that other running behind us, a big set of translucent blue arms emerge from her back and grabs on hold on one of the men and slams him.

“Okarun!! Take the girl somewhere else!! I’ll be safe i promise!” This new…person that is ‘okarun’ sighs in laziness “such a drag..” he picks me up bridal style and starts to speed away into a secluded area where the strange men were sure not to search. He lays me down on the concrete floor and i think i recognize this area, this is a part of my neighborhood thankfully!!

I look up at him in disbelief, “your…ken..?” He was prepping to sprint back to where the other girl was but he looks at me instead “in the flesh.” What was up with his lingo..

“..how are you able to do that?” It’s absolutely incredible, i was totally mesmerized, he’s beautiful! “Dunno, i gotta go. Stay safe babe.” He pats my head and then gets into a crouching start position to run, he sprints off and into the night he goes. What just happened, and he called me babe? How am i going to even talk to him tomorrow??

It takes me a minute to get back up and into shape, i make my way back home and i was later than usual. I make myself comfy, shower and change, and hop right into bed. I shut my eyes and start to recap.

‘Alright, what the hell was going on today. Ken is some secret transforming boy, and i guess his nickname is okarun? This other girl has magical powers and i almost got kidnapped by some disgustingly terrifying ‘men’. Based on what I’ve seen today, were those even men?? Im speechless..’ I continue to yap on in my head until i drift off into slumber.

—

I wake up the next morning trying to figure out if i should just stay home today, but then again i need answers. I quickly hop out of bed and get myself ready while having something small to eat for breakfast. I make my way to campus and i see Ken and that girl again, i really need to get her name..

“Hey Takakura.” While he was speaking to that girl he turns around to look at me, she gives me a glance and her face brightens, it seems like she recognizes me. “Hey y/n, is everything alright?”

“Um yeah no, what even happened last night?? That was totally insane! Do you guys know what was going on it freaked me out, and you turned into some creature and that girl had big arms coming out of her back-“

The girl giggles and cuts me off “okay i know it’s crazy, and I’m momo! What you saw yesterday wasn’t normal i know, it’s a long story. But those men you saw were aliens, thats why they looked so weird. Okarun here has this new ability to transform into something completely new, i have psychic powers.”

My face must have been absolutely confuzzled because they both started to giggle “Don’t worry, we’ll talk more about it at lunch! By the way whats your name?”

“It’s y/n l/n, nice to meet you.” She smiles and rests her arm on my shoulder “Sweet! Cmon okarun, let’s head to class!”

He follows right behind us and my smile fades a bit, that person okarun was…i can feel my heart start to strain. This isn’t good, i think i might like him but every-time i see Okarun and Momo together, they just seem like an unbreakable bond that stays together forever and i might be tinkering and getting in the way of that. I want to go home already.

“Hey y/n, matter of fact how about you come to my place after school? Then we can totally go over everything you’re confused about.”

“Oh, yeah sure! I don’t mind.” They day goes on as it fades into the mist of night. Her house is more larger than i thought, i enter and it has this calming feel to it. I spot Ken taking off his shoes and my hear starts to race a bit, this is making me insane. “Alright Okarun, show em!” I watch him transform again and i see that boy…wow he is so alluring. His droopy sleep eyes and tall slim frame would have anyone at campus falling head over heels

“So this is what you saw yesterday, this form is when he blah blah blah blah…”

I really should have payed attention but i was lost in his thoughtless eyes, and he was staring right back at me. I wonder does this form have the same mind as Okarun or is it someone else? While momo continues to talk, without her noticing he nods his head up at me in a “sup” motion, with his hands in his pockets. He was trying so hard to be cool and he really was. I feel my brain melt to my toes as i nod my head back at him.

“So do you understand?”

I snap back into reality, “Yeah..so what can he really do?”

“Well he can only run really fast, he has no good fighting skills yet.” “Wow, harsh.” He said while leaning back on the while. Momo takes out her phone and looks at the time, she jumps and shrieks “its really late! Hey how about this, you can come over again tomorrow and we can go over how you’re able to see things like this. Okarun since it’s dark outside and you’re a fast runner, take em home!”

“whatevs, I’m the fastest yo.”

We head out the door and he lets me get on his back. “later y/n!”

Ken gets into the crouching start position again and speeds to my neighborhood “quick, where do ya live” I whisper my home into his ear and he quickens the pace all the way until the destination. He slows and gets down, allowing me to step off his back. I was hesitant to walk into my home and i turn around right before he was going to speed back to momos place.

“Cya on the flip side babe.” Seriously does he call everyone babe…but then i realized he was leaving and as he took off i managed to shout “See you tomorrow!!” I see him wave his hand in the air while he ran, this wasn’t so bad. I lay back in my bed ready to disclose for the night, this is crazy.

Will he be someone i can love or am i just going to be a nuisance..?

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GUYS I JUST finished watching dandadan please i had to write something y’all idk it set something off in me for real!! bye DIVAS 💜

[666writingcafe]

Emergency Meeting

Which Takes Place A Few Weeks After the Flood

Mephistopheles

What a day. Several false calls about supposed important news items that turned out to be completely blown out of proportion, followed by one about a bunch of brats taking my brother's backpack and throwing it in the messiest trashcan they could find, and yet another meeting with the House of Lords where everyone was too busy arguing amongst themselves to get anything done.

And then when I thought I could just go home and relax for the evening, I overheard a few members of the upper House quietly conspiring against Lord Diavolo again, so I had no choice but to report straight to the castle and deliver the news myself.

Barbatos greeted me like he normally does: courteous with a smile that doesn't quite travel up to his eyes. I know he isn't the biggest fan of me, but since I haven't done anything to put Lord Diavolo in danger, he resigns to merely tolerating me. Which is fine. Butlers aren't really supposed to develop intimate relationships with people, anyway. Interferes with their job performance.

What I wasn't expecting was to walk in as Lord Diavolo was beginning to cozy up towards the Avatars' attendant. Obviously, they scooted away from each other once Barbatos made our presence known, but the light blush dusting both their cheeks indicates that we clearly interrupted something.

Stupid feelings.

I was merely meant to be a friend of Diavolo's. Our families have been close for many centuries, so consequently the kids are expected to maintain that relationship. But things changed when we were teenagers. Diavolo was never bad-looking by any means, but as he was morphing into his adult form, I found myself more and more attracted to him. Didn't want to admit it to myself initially, but it's kind of hard to deny it when you repeatedly wake up stiff from a certain type of dream starring a certain individual doing certain activities to you.

So, yes. I'm jealous. I've worked very hard to hide that from people, because it does nothing to change the fact that Diavolo will never see me in that way. The only way my jealousy is apparent is my hair. After one too many incidents where I looked in the mirror and saw him looking back at me, I broke out the hair dye and vowed to never be mistaken for that prideful bastard. His mere existence here mocks me. He has Diavolo wrapped around his finger.

And apparently so does his fucking attendant.

"May I help you?" Diavolo's question forces me to calm down and remember the reason why I showed up here in the first place. I suppose it's a good thing they're here too, for the news concerns them as well.

"My Lord, trouble's afoot. Members of the Upper House are making plans behind your back." Diavolo sighs.

"What else is new?"

"They're working with the Celestial Realm this time." The attendant's eyes widen. "My Lord, are you familiar with the Rembandy Accord?" A stern look develops on his face as he nods his head. Upon the confused expression on the attendant's face, Diavolo explains,

"If two members of Celestial and Devildom leadership sign a formal agreement, they can sentence an angel or demon they deem to be a risk to both realms to be sealed in Cocytus indefinitely."

"I see," the attendant replies, sighing. "I suppose after what happened the last time, they would feel the need to escalate things. If this Accord were to go into effect, I'd imagine you'd be powerless to stop it."

"That is correct. It is one of the few laws that I cannot override."

"From the sounds of it, both realms have picked their representatives," I add. "It's only a matter of days before they meet and sign the document, effectively extinguishing the lives of the Avatars." I swallow the scathing words bubbling in my throat about them. Nothing I say will change Diavolo's perception of them, after all, so why start an argument over it?

"I'm surprised they haven't signed it already," Diavolo comments. "Not that I want them to, of course, but given their opinions on the brothers, I would have thought they'd do it the moment they found their representatives."

"They're contemplating adding one more name to the list." I glance over at the attendant. "Yours."

They don't react the way I expected them to. Instead of turning on the waterworks and flailing across the room, they merely remain seated, albeit while looking more morose than they did moments ago. The room grows eerily silent. Eventually, the attendant stands up.

"If that is what they deem to be the acceptable punishment for my crimes, then so be it."

"MC--" Diavolo immediately stops himself, but the error has already been made. I heard about what happened to Solomon when he made the same mistake, and I'm prepared to stop them before they do the same to Lord Diavolo.

But they simply sigh, their focus still remaining on me.

"It's only right that you know the truth. You're one of Diavolo's closest friends, after all." They take a deep breath before continuing,

"Zephyr the demon was only an alias for me to use during my stay here. My place is in a future timeline, where I'm a human exchange student turned magical apprentice. My power is amplified by my ancestry and pacts with the seven Avatars of Sin, and in my world it was difficult to control, resulting in damage across the three realms.

"I received an object that helped tame it, but wearing it here would bring about too many questions, so I've kept it off. You've witnessed some of the effects of that decision recently. Objectively, I do pose a danger, and so it is only right for people to want to protect others from me." They briefly pause to wipe their eyes, and reflexively I pull out a handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to them.

"Thanks," they mutter as they accept it from me. Once they've finished, they offer it back to me, but I wave my hand to indicate that they can keep it. It's not like I can't get another one.

"Believe it or not, this has been the tamest part of my day," I tell them. "At least it makes some degree of sense. Only a human would have so much power tied to their emotions." Diavolo shoots me a warning look.

"Okay, tell me the last time you saw that severe of a flood! It paled in comparison to the ones caused by Leviathan's hissy fits, and he usually summons a whole ass serpent to help him out!" His look doesn't waver. "I swear on my life, I'm not trying to put humans down! They've proven to be quite useful over the years! I was simply making an observation based on things that I've seen frequently whenever I've been around humans. Nothing more." He finally relaxes, allowing me to do the same.

And notice the amused look on MC's face.

"What's so funny?" I ask them.

"You're a very expressive person," they reply. "That's not a bad thing, by the way. It helped me briefly take my mind off things." Right. Their potential sentencing. I really do need to quit getting distracted so easily.

"Look, I do not care so much about the brothers. What happens to them is of little consequence to me. But having you trapped with them would cause so many holes in space and time that the universe would look like the human world's Swiss cheese, and I am not about to be at the end of that particular lecture from Barbatos. So, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you get back home." I extend my hand out to MC, and they shake it. As I turn to leave the room, I call out to Diavolo,

"Don't think you've gotten off scot-free, Lord Diavolo. You, me, and Barbatos will be having words about your conduct towards our time-traveling human."

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[roseflowerthorns]

So someone messaged me on WhatsApp to keep on here, because even though I suffer with depression apparently I'm allowed to vent my feelings on my own blog, because I'm human xD

So I guess I'm going to stop trying to vanish for months at a time and just get on with things.

I'm a different person week to week I'm afraid it's just situational, and some days I'm just rock bottom and want to ghost the world entirely, I know I've moaned a lot the past few weeks when going into hospital I think I just mentally really crashed to rock bottom with it recently, but instead of deciding I'm going to vanish off my social media, I'm just going to close this app and make a cup of tea instead, even if I vanish for a few days now and again.

So here is some positive things this week -

✌️ I brought my toddler to the library yesterday and we both got our own library cards, he was chuffed to bits to pick out the design and write his name and has insisted on carrying it around with him none stop haha :3

We got him out about six books out and we have managed to read four already also the guy there was amazing with him and got him super involved in a little activity book they do there he was so excited, plus we played the massive connect four game haha 😅

I got myself three out and I started reading before bed last night and all of a sudden remembered I actually flaming love to read and so every few weeks we are going to get a bunch out and it will be our little thing, feels good to get back into reading again, I'm a book worm at heart tbh, also I used a bookmark yesterday my friend gifted me a while ago and it's so pretty and made me smile haha :3

✌️ Even though I'm out of hospital and it's now been three weeks. I'm still in a major flare right now, I've been struggling to stay positive with the pain and stiffness I'm enduring everyday, because of my stupid sps, but I've decided I'm actually hopeful for January because I get to see a brand new neuro at the start of the month, I looked him up and he looks like a really friendly person, so fingers crossed :)

✌️ Before bed last night I was like actually maybe I am better on my own, and decided to think of all the reasons why I'm probably better on my own without a partner. Then proceeded to dream of a zombie apocalypse of all things haha, and in it I had a boyfriend and we were battling through it together, but we were madly in love and super passionately into eachother, and then I woke up like, oh yeah I actually deserve real love and happiness, despite me being a chaotic mess at times. Someone someday will see me beyond my own perceived flaws at times and love me regardless so yeah :D

✌️Yesterday I got two compliments - Someone yesterday whilst I was out and about - I gave some money and some food to two homeless people and an older woman had seen me twice do this without me realising through town, and called me a ray of sunshine in a dim world and well that's possibly one of the nicest compliments I've ever had off a stranger in person.

Then in a crowded shop I was getting worse and going completely rigid the more walking I was doing, because venturing out during a flare wasn't the best but I had an appointment so didn't have a choice really, and I was on the verge of crying because I was in so much pain, but wanted to get Ethan some jumpers so ventured in, but I could barely stand at the checkout, and was clinging onto my walker with lots of bags, and an older woman asked if I was alright, then she said that despite being in pain she can tell what a wonderful mother I am because I was making him laugh and how I talk to him, despite struggling to get up from grabbing something off the floor haha.

Then she complimented my son saying how wonderful he is as he was helping me :3

So yeah sometimes complimenting a stranger can really make their day because I really needed to hear something positive yesterday because internally I'm really struggling to keep positive at the moment.

✌️ I'm getting more in the Christmas mood finally which I didn't think would happen this year, but you just can't not when you have a toddler haha ^^ I'm excited for him to see what santa brings him and we are going to do some little christmas crafts as we got a Christmas crafting book yesterday for toddlers! :3 I also budgeted yesterday and made a list of ideas to get Ethan and so I feel more prepared haha :3

✌️ My treats to myself this year for Christmas - I'm going to buy some lacto free tablets and treat myself to a lindt selection box off their website (pistachio, popcorn lindt and others I've never tried, it's my fave chocolate) eugh and a heated blanket if I can afford haha :3

So yeah,

I'm slowly trying to pull myself back together I'm sure going into next year I will be a lot more positive haha 😅🎄

[profundcherrylady]

SINGLE DAD!SAE ITOSHI

Exclusive interview with Sae Itoshi!

A/N: I had this in mind while writing the last scenario. This one was so short y'all, promise next one will be a little longer but I've been busy. Also I posted this waaaaay too early before I had finished it omg I wanna kms

Warnings: None this time, y'all are safe.

Contents: Sae being a loving father and lots of fluff; MAY be ooc but be fr I'm convinced Sae would be the sweetest if he had kids.

Description: Exclusive interview! After having won another very successful match, the media takes advantage of the fact that Sae Itoshi can't shut up about his daughter to actually interview him.

He didn't even flinch at the countless flashes of the cameras directed towards his eyes, the news photographers and paparazzi fighting to get a good picture of the still sweaty Sae Itoshi. As usual, his performance on the field was remarkable and the victory of his team undeniable. This was normal to him, of course, but this day wasn't just some ordinary match; his daughter was watching him today. Like, in person, on the stands! It wasn't a common occurrence, and not because she didn't want to but because Sae would almost always say no. After all, he couldn't really keep an eye on her while playing and he felt a little conflicted about just leaving Mao by herself. However, this time she just wouldn't stop insisting, so he had no choice.

It was almost comical to see the little girl sitting among the other serious people in the VIP section, but she was someone important as well. Important to him, at least.

When his team ended up winning thanks to his last goal, he could see her enthusiastic expression and hear her voice cheering for him. She was practically bouncing on her seat, waving her hand trying to get Sae to notice her.

"Papa, that was amazing! Papa, look! Papa, I'm over here!" her screams, of course, reached his ears, and he waved back casually on her direction, an almost unnoticeable smile on his face. "Hi, papa!!"

As much as he would've wanted to go to his daughter immediately, he was unable to avoid the interview, so she would have to wait a little.

"Amazing performance today, Sae." she'd say, and he'd try to ignore so he could go to his daughter, but his efforts were useless as she just kept getting on his way on purpose with the microphone pointing at him and the camaraman following closely. "Any words you want to share with us about it? How did you feel while you were out there?"

"Mhm." that wasn't even an answer; he just wanted to get out of there and get his daughter. But the interviewer was NOT about to let Sae Itoshi walk away from this, so she had to use her last resource.

"Can you tell us more about your daughter being here today?" Sae perked up inmediately, but he wasn't stupid, he knew what she was doing, so he tried to keep his answer short.

"She said she wanted to see this match in person so I brought her."

"Would you say she's a fan of the sport?"

"I'd say she's a fan of me." and just like that he's drifting off. "She does ask to play with me sometimes, but my guess is she just wants to ask for something she knows I'll say yes to; she plays it safe."

"Aww, she asks to play with her dad? Do you think she's good? Maybe we have another Itoshi soccer prodigy in the making!"

"No, don't get me wrong." his voice was sharp and direct, cutting off the enthusiasm off the interviewer's voice. "Weather or not she decides to follow the same career path as me is entirely her decision. I encourage her to do what she likes and find out what she wants to do with her life by following her own passions. I wouldn't put that kind of pressure on her."

"I-I see..." she was a little embarrassed by the way she was cut off, but she was getting answers! "So, what kind of things does she like to do?"

"Mao is a very calm kid, most of the time. She has lots of energy but she's still very quiet when she's at school. So she likes basic things, like drawing, playing with dolls and stuff. Oh, but she has this bunny plushie that she absolutely adores; that's the one she carries everywhere. It was a gift from one of my trips, I don't remember which one, but I gave it to her and she would die if something happened to it. Seriously, there was this one time when she lost it at the park so I had to drive all the way-"

He paused.

Goddamnit, they got him.

He was supposed to end this quick and go get Mao, not stay and ramble about her! When has anyone ever seen Sae Itoshi ramble??? He just gets to the point and leaves??? What is happening to him???

"And what happened?" the interviewer neared the microphone to him, trying to get him to continue. Well, not this time. He cleared his throat before responding, casually gaining back his usual nonchalant expression.

"End of the interview, goodbye."

"What?! Um, w-wait! I have more questions! Uh... how does your daughter see herself in the future?"

"She's six."

"Dang it." she almost bit her tongue while she went through the questions on her head. "W-Well, I mean... what does she want to be when she grows up? Has she told you?"

"I... don't think she has." weird, maybe he should ask after all. "I'll go now. My daughter isn't the most patient person."

"Wait, so, is there nothing she's good at?"

"I didn't say that." he almost got offended. HIS daughter, talentless? Hell no. "She seems to enjoy dancing, and she's pretty good at it. Well, for her age, at least I think it's impressive. I suppose it requires an amount of agility and footwork similar to soccer."

"She must've got it from you then."

"If not me, who? Her mom... is... terrible at dancing..." he drifted again, this time at the thought of his late wife. But NO. He was NOT about to have a moment and cry infront of the media; he had to lock in. "She... was... terrible at dancing." he finally corrected. "So... she must've gotten it from me. Or perhaps is a talent of her own; I don't have to take credit for everything she does."

"But is she good at soccer?" then it finally clicked in his head. WHY was he even answering this questions?

"How is any of this relevant for the interview?"

"Um.. w-we just want to know if... well... your performance on the field was so impressive today! And your daughter is here so... would you say you say you put in a little extra effort for her?"

"Are you implying I don't put in effort normally?"

"No! I just... no, no, no!" they should really give this woman a raise for putting up with this and improvising her questions. "Y-You're such an amazing player, you make it seem effortless..."

"Sure..."

"Would you say your daughter is a big inspiration for you?" he knew the answer to that question; it was yes. Everything he did was for his daughter ever since he became a father, and yeah, he loved the kid, so what? He did like to show off infront of her a little so she could brag about him at school (which he knew she did with frequency). He'd hear from teachers and other parents about his daughter's constant rambling about how cool his dad is, and whenever he did his chest would fill a bit with pride. Ironically, he had millions of people who admired him but the only one he really cared about was that little girl who also asks him to take the crust off her sandwiches and cut it into little star shapes because that's how she likes them, he guesses. And he's tried to tell her is the same thing but she insists they taste different.

"I can say I'm happy to have her. I find myself feeling a bit proud about every little thing she does."

"Any big accomplishments lately?"

"She learned how to count backwards, from ten to one. She can also help me in the kitchen sometimes; with supervision of course, but she tries her best. And she-"

"Papa!" he flinched when he heard Mao's familiar voice nearby, and he saw her running around and getting herself among the crowd trying to reach him. She was carrying that same bunny he talked about earlier and Sae was quick to get her in his arms once she was in arm-length reach. His instincts then kicked in at the first sound of a camera taking a photo as he inmediately hid her face against his chest.

"That's enough now, no photos." in some aspects the media was somewhat the same as a child. You tell them 'no' and they take it as a reason to do it anyways, because the camera flashes grew more frequent and intense.

"Wait! Just one more question!"

"Sae, over here!"

"Look over here!"

"Can we take a look at the kid?"

"Let her answer a question with you!"

"Enough with the cameras." his voice was low, yet firm enough to cease all the commotion. Poor Mao was all fussy with all of those bright flashes and sudden sounds. "Let's go home." he said, his arms now holding a more secure hold on her to walk through the crowd of reporters.

"Papa, you were amazing!"

"I know. I'm always amazing." she giggled, and the sound made him smile as he walked through the crowd of reporters who were still fighting to get his attention. "Are you hungry? I took longer than I expected."

"A little. Papa, can I play soccer too with you?"

"If you want to, sure." he would lie if he said he wasn't tired after the match, but how could he say no to his little girl asking to spend quality time with him? "Let's play when we get home."

"Can I have ice-cream, papa?"

"Why do you want ice-cream suddenly?"

"Because it's yummy!"

"I guess it is." he should really learn how to tell her no. "Sure thing, we'll buy ice-cream on our way back."

"Yay!"

[stir-knee-oh-low]

cold yet? || matt sturniolo

matt and izaria weren't exactly friends, but they'd had their fair share of moments. it was never about love— something they convinced themselves of.

to them, it was all a game of back and forth sarcastic comments with teasing smirks and empty flirting. they lived for the chase. to anyone else, it was easy to assume they loved each other’s company, but to them it was just “fun.”

they went to a party together, but as the night went on, the temperature dropped. it was matt who subtly showed he'd been paying attention. he didn't ask if she was cold; instead, he broke her to finally admit it and then just so "happened" to have one in the back seat, pretending like he hadn't thought ahead. it was a small gesture, but the meaning behind it was clear: he cared more than he'd ever let her know.

content: fluff, banter, and flirting, flirty!matt x stubborn!reader

“so… you comin with?” his blue eyes, lazy yet expectant, staring back through the screen. there was no urgency, no rush— the dim glow of his tv casting different shadows on his face highlighting his cocky tilted smile, like he already knew the answer.

lounging on her bed, with her own tv on playing different voice in the back she replied “please... you'd be bored without me” matching his tone, knowing full well he liked having her around, more than he'd like to admit.

“yeah ok” he rolled his eyes, already hearing the sarcastic remark in her voice before she even said anything. almost as to say don’t get too confident now. “just don’t forget your jacket. might get cold later” but she might’ve scoffed a bit too loud because who was he to tell her what to do, she thought. except beneath her actions, a small part of her wondered did he actually notice more about her than she realized? "i'm sure i'll be fine" iz responded, regardless of those small feelings, still being a little too confident. "whatever... i'll text you when I'm coming to pick you up later" "alright" the call ended, leaving her alone to figure out what outfit would get under matt’s skin the most

matt was in iz's driveway waiting and as izaria walked closer to the door and opening it he couldn't help but glance briefly at her outfit as she climbed in on the passenger's side. a mini skirt and small top that basically covered nothing. "c'mon iz... you really didn't bring a jacket?" he genuinely wanted her to bring a jacket but he knew her all too well. her stubbornness was granted and he knew she’d pull something like this. holding back from smirking, he knew it’d only make the night more amusing " 'm not taking advice from the guy that wears the same outfit every time we go out" she bites back with a smirk. all matt does was shrug, keeping his eyes on the road and grinning before slyly replying "not my fault I look good in it, right?" shooting her a sideways smile, she rolled her eyes in pure disbelief "whatever" iz was annoyed at how it seemed like he always got the last word. and she hated how effortlessly he could flash his smug grin, knowing she'd never call him out on how much it got to her. but even then, he never heard her deny it.

as the night went on, the air got colder and began biting at iz’s skin, sending sharp chills down her spine. and as much as she hated to admit it her thin strapy top and a skirt that hung only a few inches beneath her waist was a cute outfit but a bold, yet stupid move nonetheless.

now that she was actually outside with the cold air mockingly brushing her skin, it was beginning to seem like an obviously bad choice as it wasn't exactly helping her prove her point. stubborn as ever, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to act like the cold didn’t bother her.

however matt noticed. of course he did. she could feel his eyes on her from across the yard, even while he laughed at something one of his friends said. he didn’t approach her immediately, though—he waited, letting her sit with her pride for a little too long before noticing her give in, sliding the back door open and sneaking inside the house.

“cold yet?” matt’s teasing voice caught her off guard as she didn’t realize he had followed behind her. leaning against the counter, water bottle in hand, smirking like he’d been waiting for this moment.

iz turned to face him, “i’m fine,” she said oddly calm, though her shivering betrayed her.

“sure you are” he knowingly responded, taking a sip of water “the whole freezing-to-death thing kinda suits you though.” she glared at him, hugging her arms tighter. “i’m not freezing. I’m just—”

“cold?” he interrupted, his smug grin widening.

iz sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. “your impossible to be around , you know that?”

“and yet, here you are.” iz narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to let the smirk on his face get under her skin. before she could come up with a sharp comeback, matt pushed off the counter, his tone shifting slightly.

“come on,” he said, nodding toward the door. “let’s get out of here before it gets even colder. i’m tired anyway.”

her first instinct was to refuse, to stay and prove that she didn’t need him to rescue her. she opened her mouth to argue, but somehow could think of anything to say. almost like she was somewhat out of comebacks

“fine,” she muttered, trying to make it sound like she was doing him a favor. “fine,” matt copied her with a grin, already heading toward the backyard.

they said quick goodbyes to their friends, gathering their stuff before stepping into the chilly night. as they walked through the different cars in the driveway to matt’s car.

“oh,” matt said casually as he unlocked the doors, “i think i might’ve left a jacket in the backseat the other day. you can grab it while the car heats up.”

iz paused, one hand hovering near the door handle. something about the way he said it felt off—not in a bad way, just... calculated. she opened the door and spotted the jacket right away, neatly folded like it had been waiting for her.

matt watched her pull it out. he had planned this. of course he had. he’d thrown the jacket into the car earlier, convincing himself it was no big deal. just in case. no harm in being prepared, right? but now, seeing her hold it, slip it on, he wondered if it was too obvious.

“really?” she asked, turning toward him, her voice skeptical as she slid her arms through the sleeves. “so this just happens to be here?”

it was easier to fall into old habits, to tease and deflect, than admit he’d thought about her—about her being cold, about her maybe needing him. “what, you think i brought it here just for you?”

her brow arched, the fabric of the jacket soft and oversized on her. “i don’t know, matt. you don’t exactly strike me as the ‘just in case’ type.” matt’s chest tightened for a second. he could tell she was trying to figure him out, and the thought made him nervous in a way he didn’t like to admit.

“just feels convenient,” she muttered, though the bite in her tone had softened.

“or,” matt said, stepping closer and lowering his voice just enough to make her heart skip a beat, “maybe you’re just reading too much into it.” matt had no idea why he was nervous—this was iz. teasing her was second nature, messing with her was even easier. but this wasn’t that. not anymore. being so close to her it made the atmosphere feel off balance.

the way he looked at her then—like he was daring her to call him out, like he knew she wouldn’t—made her stomach flip. she wanted to laugh it off, to roll her eyes and call him insufferable again, but the words wouldn’t come. instead, she held his gaze a second too long, long enough for the air between them to shift.

she simply looked up at him, innocent and confused, and for a second, matt forgot how to breathe.

iz felt it too. the weight of the silence between them, the way her heart pounded in her chest, the way the cold no longer mattered. she hated this—realizing he could easily make her feel things she didn’t want to feel.

matt pulled back, his smirk returning, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “come on. get in the car,” he said, his voice quieter now. “before you overthink it.” yeah— would want that now would we? she thought. she climbed into his car unable to shake off the tension that she just experienced.

val’s notes 💌

pt 2?? guys plss😭 i literally said i was gonna post this weeks ago and then i got caught up with school. good thing is that i have exams next week and then im free to hopefully post more!! but pls lmk if this was good. ill post pt 2 soon (actually this time. at most in 2 weeks😭) sorry!! but anyways hope yall liked this one!!

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[boofeine]

ripe clementines – bsk

part i | part ii | part iii

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

genre: fluff, smut, childhood friends to something... it's a really long one shot, if you don't like slow burn or like smut with no plot, maybe don't read this one, there's backstory.

synopsis: "it's you" you said, already a few steps to your home. he didn't say anything but looked reasonably surprised. those five steps left felt like forever in the dead silence it caused. seungkwan never really said anything back... thankfully, your friendship stayed the same.

warnings: mdni, tiny bit angst, stable family relationship, slice of life/timestamp, kissing, very much introductory :)

song: goodnight and go by imogen heap / calma do luccas carlos para meus amigos +55 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @yorkutis

You've confessed to Seungkwan many years ago. In the middle of your school classroom, during a truth or dare game. You actually didn't have to, not exactly, but you did. You've chosen truth, being asked if you liked someone from the circle, and you simply said yes. Seungkwan, like the noisy best friend he was, turned to you with the most dramatic surprised face you've seen, like feeling betrayed for not knowing about this.

He whispered to your ear, asking who it was and kept peeping in the whole day when you didn't answer, so you had no other choice but to confess. "It's you" You said, already a few steps to your home. He didn't say anything but looked reasonably surprised. Those five steps left felt like forever in the dead silence it caused. And Seungkwan never really said anything back... thankfully, your friendship stayed the same. Besides the fact you had to spend your high school years tortured by Seungkwan jokingly teasing you for liking him at any chance he had like an immature kid boosting his ego. You didn't mind that much, it was just really annoying.

Last year of high school came, with the anxious and thrilling feeling of ending school years. You felt the happiest for getting on the major you wanted and even happier to see Seungkwan get on the university he dreamed of. You already knew this, but it took Seungkwan a few days to kick in he'd be on a totally different province, he'd be studying in Seoul and you near Jeju. You saw the pure happiness on him turn into a mixture of fear, sadness, and deep down excitement, you truly felt like he was a bit lost.

He came to you in tears a few times, and in one of those, he confessed to you. You couldn't help but feel like he was just afraid and confused. You felt wronged because that didn't feel like his true feelings towards you, he was just afraid of losing your friendship. You said that to him, but he didn't take it lightly, saying you shouldn't assume his feelings. You had a big real fight for the first time and were both stubborn and kept to your sides. You both followed your ways and apart, and that first year of college was one of the most difficult ones of your life.

Getting into young adulthood without your best friend was not easy, but you got through it. You got used to the university routine, met really good new people, and found a part-time job at a restaurant. That obligated you to talk with different people, and one of them just happened to be your future boyfriend. You didn't know then, but Seungkwan was also dating someone else by that time, and ironically, your partners were the ones to make you talk to each other again years after. The thought of having feelings for someone else making it stupid to have those lingering feelings in between you two. You reached out and casually talked a few times.

It was summer break when you first saw him face to face again. The 22 years old Seungkwan felt new but also not different to that 15 years old kid. He looked mature, physically and personally, the way he talked was so matured but his mannerisms were still those familiar sweet childlike habits. It was nice to be in his presence again and you felt like you missed it so much and didn't even know it. You kept ties, and you grew comfortable to feel like best friends again. Even though it was still hard to see each other often when he was in Seoul and you here.

He was there when you graduated college and even happier to hear you got a job in Seoul, and you'd be close again. You felt nostalgia, those same mixture of feelings Seungkwan had years before, reaching you in a slightly different manner. You and your boyfriend had talked, you were open to try but he seemed certain that long distance relationship wouldn't work for him. You got to Seoul with your heart up on your sleeve but Seungkwan was there for you, helping you stead the ground and stabilize yourself in the big city. He had to make it with a broken heart as well in the past, he knows how scary it can be. He wouldn't want that for you.

A few months later, Seungkwan had also ended his relationship. You never knew exactly what happened, it just did. He didn't seem broken but strangely quiet and to himself, he never talked about it, at least, not with you. As time passed, he slowly recovered and back to his light self.

Seungkwan's been always attractive to your eyes, he just has this way of presenting himself that it's just... attractive... he's confident but sweet. Straightforward but soft spoken. He's just him. It didn't come as a surprise but it was also unexpected when you got yourself tipsy making out with him in the back of his car during new years eve. Midnight came and you had Seungkwan's tongue on your mouth, his hands sneaking under your shirt when your body squirmed over his. You got startle by the fireworks outside. The windows were blurry and you could only see the smug, colorful flashing ligths. He was smiling when you looked back at him. "Happy new year, yn-ie" He said, pushing your hair back and kissing your cheeks like he hadn't crazily made out with you seconds before. It was an one time thing, but you couldn't deny that sometimes this tension just builds in the air around you both. You've dreamed about his soft skilled lips on yours more than you wished and think you should.

You both were able to get a break from work during the same days, like you planned and talked before. You felt so happy and excited to go on a trip back to Jeju to spend his 25th birthday with him and your families. They've been always close, even when you two refused to talk to each other, they'd still meet up.

And now that you're here, sitting on the grass, feeling the cold winter breeze, eating sweet clementines with Seungkwan by your side, like you used to, but now as grown-ups, this memories just feel a bit too much, coming back again like scenes from a movie in your head. With all the childhood moments with him this place reminds you, it aches your heart and brings that pure innocent teen crush feelings again to surface. You and your families had a really great meal together, and now you both came out to rest and have something sweet.

"What do you think?" His voice takes space, cutting the rush of thoughts from your mind.

"I'm actually craving that" You respond. You were still able to listen to his words about the new cafeteria and how you two could have breakfast there tomorrow.

The sun is beautifully setting across you, the sky tinted in orange, blue and light pink. You make conversation until it starts to get too dark outside. You walk down back home, Seungkwan's jacket around your shoulders with the familiar great smell of his citric cologne.

Once you get home, you find your families on the dinner table playing a game together, the laughter filling the room and warming your heart. You can't help but smile while letting your shoes by the door.

"Ya! You kids took forever, hm? We were getting worried" Your mom was the first one to see you two and approach your presence.

"Sorry, eomonnie. The sun was beautiful, we couldn't help it" Seungkwan responds for you. He's already a few steps ahead of you, his arms coming around his mother to hug her, leaving a kiss on top of her head. Your mom, who is beside his, caresses his arms with a found look.

"C'mon, get yourselves a glass of wine and come play with us" Seungkwan's dad concludes. You both just nod, making your way to the kitchen to grab your drinks, before taking your places at the large table, joining the pictionary game.

"They are staying over today, dear." Your mom approaches you as you sit on her other side and besides your dad. "Take some room for Seungkwan in yours, ok?" She adds, and you just agree happily.

"Dad, have you seen the heater? It wasn't working tidily last time I came home." You ask.

"I did look it. It was working, I hope it is still... Let me know if it crashes again" He replies. The game soon asks for more of your attention.

You guys don't even see the time passing by, deciding it was time to stop after midnight. Seungkwan's parents welcomed themselves at the guest room, your parents back to theirs as you tidy the room while Seungkwan washes up. You try settling up the heater, It was on, but not heating like It was supposed to. You grunt, frustrated, looking and figuring out the buttons. It was in its max capability. Seungkwan gets in the room when you're angrily slapping the machine. He laughs, half entrained, half worried.

"Calm down, Yn-ie" He smiles, approaching you "You gonna really break it like this" He says.

You roll your eyes, already done with it. "So you do it, I'm washing up" You say, already getting up and rummaging through your clothes.

"I will try" He says, jokingly greeting with his hand over his forehead like a soldier, mocking following your oders. You scoff, letting go a bit, it's just his ability to ease out the atmosphere, "It's not that bad, tho. It will get better as time passes. It's warm in here" He completes and you simply hum, making your way to the bathroom.

Once you come back, the room is truly warmer and Seungkwan was right about this. Looking back at him, he's already on one side of the bed, his eyes exhausted, threatening to shut already, that he had to fight from doing so until you are back. You smile foundly, taking the other side as you comfortably tug on your duvet and fall asleep beside him.

You're awake by the shiver your body lets out, it shakes on the spot. When you open your eyes, you come to realize your nose is freezing and your feet aching from coldness. The fucking heaten again, you groan, not taking the courage to leave the still warm sheets. Seungkwan moves beside you, it's dark but you can see the outline of his face looking over his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He says in his low raspy voice from just waking up.

"No! How are you not freezing?" You shout in a whisper tone. Seungkwan quietly laughs, as he moves to face you.

"I am" he confesses and you groan again, frustrated. "C'mere" He simply says, opening space on his duvet and arms for you. You dont think twice in slipping to the offered space. You cage your face on his shoulders, warming your cold nose over his robe, drinking in his scent as he hugs you to his side in an attempt to cut the cold with the warmth of each other's bodies.

"Thank you" you hum, pleasantly as you start to fall asleep again, trying not to overthink the position you're in, your heart saying otherwise.

You wake up in the morning, with the sunlight brushing through the curtains. Your body tugged in the two duvets as you miss Seungkwan by your side. He's not there anymore as you spread, stretching your body, blinking a few times to adjust the daylight.

You finally wake up to be meet at the sight of Seungkwan in sporty clothes and a coffee in his hands on your living room. "Good morning, sleepy bird" He greets as you just blank stare, not really being the morning person type like he is "I took an walk earlier, the weather is really great today" He says "I also bought you coffee, it is over the counter"

You hum, thanking him, already taking your back so you can head to the caffeine that is so much needed in your mornings routines. To the few things you get in common with your best friend, there's definitely the stubbornness and the caffeine addiction.

"Where's everyone?" You spill while walking.

"When I woke up, they weren't here either" Seungkwan affirms "I texted them, they said they were going to pick up my sisters on the train station" He completes, sliding down on the sofa, resting his head on the headboard.

You listen to him briefly, your eyes closing as soon as you take the first sip of coffee down your throat, smiling happily with the bitter taste of it. Seungkwan is looking back at you, smiling too when you open your eyes "This makes me crave something sweet" You add.

"This is the coffee shop we were talking about. They have donuts there" He says.

"We are going" You reply immediately, already running to your room "I'm going to get changed" You scream your way down the hallway.

Once you're inside and far away, you sigh in relief. Everything is going as planned.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

would you write for regressor april? caregiver of your choice, maybe she’s just having a rough day and needs comfort

Little!April x Cg!Ann - Bad Day

Word count: 1570

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April had been having an awful day. Possibly, the worst one ever. She’d gotten in an argument with Andy over something stupid, she’d accidentally screwed up the filing system resulting in Leslie yelling at her and she’d forgotten to tell Ron that there was an unavoidable meeting so he was mad at her too.

She hadn’t meant to make everyone so mad today, she’d just been feeling smaller than usual recently and it was getting harder to compartmentalise certain feelings. It was clear that no one was really happy with her in the office so April ended up moping around the corridors of city hall by herself. She was definitely not supposed to be by herself while she was feeling this little but everyone she’d normally go to, Andy, Leslie, and Ron, were all mad at her and she didn’t think they’d want to look after her right now. There was one other option, an open door policy April had sworn to never, ever accept… Ann always seemed so eager to take care of her, and when Andy was little she was really good with him. Would she mind if April actually took her up on it for once? The thought of Ann’s office, safe and secluded, seemed enticing in comparison to the loud hustle and bustle of the corridors. With a desperate ache for at least a little bit of comfort, no matter the cost, April found herself reluctantly making her way to Ann’s office.

The heavy wooden door was open, it always was, and April stood nervously in the entryway. She poked her head in, anxiety increasing when she saw an older looking gentleman in a suit standing in front of Ann’s desk. They seemed to be in an important conversation and April immediately felt silly for coming here. If she just snuck out now, no one would see her,

“April!” Ann smiled, noticing the younger girl out of the corner of her eye. April froze, her eyes wide as if she’d been caught. “Did you need something?” Ann asked with a smile, both her eyes and the eyes of the other man weighed heavily on April.

“I, well,” she huffed nervously, shuffling from foot to foot and wrapping her arms around her torso. Ann’s face softened, recognising the tell-tale signs of April’s regression even though she hadn’t spent a lot of time around the younger girl when she was regressed.

“James, we can continue this conversation tomorrow. I’ve got important parks department work to help out with. Is this about the water fountains again?” Ann asked, directing her attention to April as she guided the man out of this office. April hesitated for a moment before recognising Ann’s lie and nodding.

“Water fountains. Yeah.” She agreed.

The slightly confused man gave them both a final look before Ann closed the door behind him. She turned around again to face April who’d backed herself nervously up against the wall. “April?” She hummed gently, “are you feeling small? It’s ok if you are,” she questioned, not wanting to be too presumptuous because you could never really know with April.

April scrunched up her face, clearly not pleased with the idea of admitting her regressed state to Ann of all people. Nevertheless, she nodded in admission, fiddling with her hands. Ann’s face softened. “Ok, that’s ok, thank you for telling me,” she praised. April huffed, dropping onto the floor with a pout. She tugged her knees up to her chest and pressed her chin against them, abandoning any sense of composure she’d had before. Tears began to roll down her cheeks because she was tired and everyone was mad at her and now she was here with Ann and she hated Ann!

Ann sighed softly, kneeling on the carpet next to April. “Hey, Apes, it’s alright,” she cooed. April sniffled with a scowl.

“Nuh,” she whined. Ann just shook her head, gently carding her hand through April’s hair.

“What happened, why’re you upset bubba?” April whined but reluctantly began explaining through tears how everything had gone wrong and was so bad. “That sounds like so much for you to be dealing with sweetheart,” Ann sighed gently, rubbing soft circles on April’s back. April nodded, rubbing her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater. “You know what I think might make you feel a little better?” Ann smiled playfully. April looked up, clearly not trusting that Ann could make anything feel better. “Why don’t you go look under that spare desk, see if anything peaks your interest,” she urged. April shuffled across the floor on her knees and poked her head under the desk. Very messily there was a pile of toys and blankets strewn where a chair would normally go. Some of them April recognised as Andy’s from home, others she didn’t and assumed Ann had bought for him. The thought made her chest ache weirdly but she didn’t know why. Immediately April recognised a soft toy monkey which Andy had been throwing a tantrum over a few days ago because he had sworn it had gone missing. She picked it up, rubbing the fur across her face and relishing in the comforting memory of Andy.

With the monkey in her arms April felt a little bit safer. She crawled out from behind the desk. Ann was still kneeling on the floor and April crawled right up to her, her face hidden in the fur of the monkey. “Who’s this?” Ann asked, gently prying the monkey away from April’s face. April whined instinctively, immediately regretting it when she remembered how nice Ann was being to her.

“Monke’” she mumbled.

“Isn’t he a cutie?” Ann cooed.

“Nuh,” April huffed, holding the monkey out so Ann could see it properly. “Monkeys ‘an be serial killers,” she grinned. Ann laughed, ruffling April’s hair.

“So he’s an evil monkey?” April nodded affirmatively.

“Alright, monkey, I have got to get back to work. Andy usually just hangs out under the spare desk but you can be wherever you’d like.” April thought for a moment, big April would tell her to hide under the desk and pretend she didn’t care but little April did care and she didn’t want to be alone.

When Ann went back to her desk April followed behind her, sitting with her head against Ann’s knee. As she typed on her computer Ann used her spare hand to gently play with April’s hair. April fiddled with the monkey on her lap, soothed by the contact with Ann. Easing into the closeness with Ann, April began to chew on the sleeve of her sweater. Ann tutted at this movement. She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out an unused pacifier. It was purple with a bat in the middle, clearly it had been purchased specifically with April in mind. Quickly, Ann removed it from the packaging. She tugged April’s sleeve away from her mouth and wordlessly replaced it with the pacifier. Initially April scowled up at Ann but after a few seconds she melted into the new sensation and leant her head back down against Ann’s knee.

They stayed like that for a while, both soothed by the safety and silence of the office and the other’s presence, until there was a knock on Ann’s office door. Ann stood up, the loss of contact eliciting a whine from April who quickly shuffled under Ann’s desk. She poked her head out from around the wooden leg and immediately recognised Andy and Leslie’s shoes. For a moment she was hesitant to reveal herself from her hiding spot but despite the arguments of the morning April really did miss Andy and Leslie. She crawled out from under the desk, she felt a little nervous because she knew the pacifier made her look a lot smaller than she usually was. April wasn’t sure when it had happened, or why, but something about being with Ann had allowed her to feel safe. Safe enough to regress more freely than ever before.

“April!” Andy cheered, barely batting an eye at the pacifier. She reached up for him to pick her up and he obliged as he always did, scooping her into his arms and swaying her back and forth a few times. “I thought I’d lost you, you weren’t at your desk, or m, well, you’re never at your desk but you weren’t at any of the places you usually are.”

“And we never would’ve expected to find you with Ann of all people,” Leslie laughed, though the relief in finding April was evident in her voice.

“April was just feeling a bit smaller and needed some company, isn’t that right Apes?” Ann hummed, rubbing April’s back. April nodded, wrapping her arms tighter around Andy’s back and resting her head sideways against his shoulder.

“Well Ron said we didn’t have to work again, ever, actually, but Leslie said that wasn’t true, but we can have the afternoon off. I think they feel bad for yelling at you,” And explained all in one breath, “And I am too… sorry, for fighting.” April nodded tiredly against Andy’s shoulder

“It ok,” she mumbled sleepily around her pacifier. Andy smiled, kissing her forehead gently.

“Do you wanna go home and watch casper?” he asked. April nodded eagerly. She turned her face around slightly to face an and waved shyly. Ann smiled, waving back.

“Bye April,” she cooed,

“Bubye Ann,” April babbled happily.

[sleepy3012]

Hello Nieghbor Fan Fic: Welcome to you new home (part 4) *Final*

Summary: Enzo Finally reunites with the ones He Loves

One Monday morning: Enzo wakes up by Leslie shaking him awake, he does this every morning. For Enzo's "safety" Leslie has watch over him 24/7 which really pisses him off.

In the middle of the day where him and Leslie spend the day at the lake he breaks the silence.

"Hey Leslie..." Enzo asks

"Whats up kid?" Asks Leslie"

"Will I EVER see my sister again?" He asks

Leslie stays quite for a moment untils he sighs and get ready to tell Enzo the unspeakuble.

Flashback to two weeks before the present- Maritza's P.O.V :

It's been one week scince my brother went missing and it hurts me..the last place he told me he was, was the park..unless he lied to me, NO! He would never lie to me only to solve a stupid mystery!

As I keep thinking I bump into Trinity and the others..

"Any luck with finding Enzo?" Asks Ivan

"No..." I say feeling a bit stressed

As the day went on I kept putting missing posters on every Corner I see. When I got home in the afternoon I open the door to my parents house until I see them.

My mom was crying non stop while my dad was trying to comfort her. Before I can even quistion what was going on Leslie and his partner pulled me out side.

They both had a sad expression on their face and they both took thier hat off until...

"Maritza Espisito..your brother is pronuced dead.." Officer Leslie said with a sad expression on his face.

I felt my heart sank...NO THIS CAN'T BE TRUE MY BROTHER ISNT DESD HIS LYING! I couldn't take it anymore I just stood there crying while Leslie tried to comfort me.

It did not work It just made me even hopeless.

The next day we had a fenural thier were a lot of people..trinity was there crying..so was ivan..and there was delroy just standing there but something about his face made me think that deep inside his was sad.

Enzo is gone..and its my fault....

End of flashback back to the present: Nobody's P.O.V :

"YOU GUYS DID WHAT!?" Enzo yelled

"Kid it was the only way to keep u safe, with us." Leslie said in defeat

Enzo felt his heart break...they lied to his parents and friends about him..He wasn't dead he was alive! All these thought made him shiver and boil up in anger.

He never thought it'd be THIS bad to just live with these people. For the rest of the day Enzo wasn't any of it, he wanted to fight but who was he? He wasnt brave like his sister.

'My sister would've escaped by now' Enzo thought

When it was night time everyone was alseep but one person and that was Enzo..he felt like escaping but he was scared. What would happen if he got caught again? Would they hurt the ones he loved? Would they hurt him?

Enzo couldn't do it anymore he got up and backed his stuff up...he looked around for his old clothes and there they were..he wasn't part of no cult! He was Enzo Espisito..and he would always be that.

He putted his clothes on and walk out his room, he tip toe'd his way to an exit and tried to open it which made alot of noise..before he could even run out he heard a voice say

" so you still haven't learned your lesson, ESPISITO?" Crow face asked

Enzo didn't hesitate to run out as fast as he could he looked back to see crow face catching up he ran and ran and this time..He wasn't going to let this thing win... NOT again.

As he ran he ran into a cunstrution building site and that when he knew he he had a chance of escaping

He ran and ran until he hid in a place that looked safe it was dirty and moldy he didn't wanted to get in because of how nasty it smelt but then he saw crow face enter the site he had no choice it was eathier THIS or THAT

He his and made sure he didn't make ant aounds or movement at that point he thought he was safe until a arm grabed him he struggled to break free but its graps was to strong.

"Enzo Enzo Enzo...you Never learn or listen? DO YOU!" Said crow face in a deep growl.

"LET ME GO YOU STUPID.BIRD.!" Enzo screamed with that

Enzo kicked Crow Face in the face which made him fall back and Enzo escaped just in time because the whole site of bricks fell on Crow Face.

Now Enzo had he his chance, he ran into the neighbor hood that he lived and banged on his parents door yelling for help, Maritza gasped in supprised to seem him at the door she opened the door and hugged him while calling for her parents.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU NOT DEAD! DONT EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" She sobed between he cries.

He parents ran to Enzo to give him a bug giant hug he had ever gotten. He felt happy and relifed. He turned to look at the woods to sed crow face standing there.

Instead of runing to catch Enzo he just disaper into the woods of Raven Brooks, Enzo's parents called the police and he told the whole story about what had happen.

Although he told the whole story he did not include Leslie in it...one part of him wanted to snich and say his name but another part of him didn't want to, and with that he kept his mouth shut about everybody but Crow Face.

Moving forward Enzo never lied to his sister about where he was going, NEVER. He felt happy again that he was once again reunited with the people he loved Most.

(Sorry 4 the short ending guys forgive me and for bad grammer if there's any😔)

[narashikari]

I officially have ChocoGummy brainrot 🫠🍫🍬

Post Shouma Granute reveal ChocoGummy were on the outs and Shouma left so Sachika wouldn't have to choose sides. Hanto's been unable to transform for a while because he ran out of Gochizous and he couldn't bring himself to ask Shouma for more- out of guilt, anger, pride, what have you.

Meanwhile, Shouma decided to do something incredibly dumb: He confronted Stomach Inc on his own, intending to take it all down for good. He managed to deal a great deal of damage to Stomach Inc's production and even to his siblings but he was badly hurt in the process.

Somehow, Hanto caught wind of this- maybe Dente told him what his crazy grandnephew was planning, maybe one of the Gochizous fled during the carnage and found Hanto. In any case, Hanto managed to find Shouma near death, and despite whatever anger/disappointment he felt against Shouma, he didn't want Shouma to die and helped him get out of there.

While Shouma recovered, Hanto came to the realization- or maybe someone else told him- about why Shouma had gone alone. Shouma didn't care about whether he survived or not. Shouma thought it was okay if he went down with the Stomachs, not only because he wanted to stop what they were doing at all cost, but also because he thought he deserved it as much as they were... after all, they were his "family".

But worse... he also he truly thought no one would miss him if he were gone. He had no real connection to the Granutes, and with his friendships with Hanto and Sachika ruined and his mother dead for years, he felt like he had no connection to humans either. No one would mourn him if he died... or so he thought.

Hanto, in spite of everything, knew that was false. Dente would mourn his grandnephew. Sachika would be devastated to lose a friend. And Hanto...

Shouma regained consciousness, and was surprised to see Hanto tending to him. He stayed quiet while Hanto fussed over him, making sure that his wounds were healing properly and grumbling about his accelerated healing etc. Shouma asked him who pulled him out of the wrecked factory, and Hanto admitted it was him.

Then, in a reversal of ep 12, Shouma asked him, "Why didn't you just leave me to die?"

And Hanto replied, with conviction- "I don't want to lose another person I love to them."

"But I'm a Granute. You hate Granutes like me, don't you?"

"Even when I was mad at you, I couldn't hate you, no matter how hard I tried. Shouma is Shouma... and you're nothing like them." He tapped on the exposed Gavv (since Shouma would be half-naked from being treated for injuries). "This doesn't make you like them. You didn't have a choice in it and you used it to stop what they were doing. You're still the Kamen Rider... and you're my friend. And I'm sorry I was stupid for not realizing it earlier..."

And that's it for now. I might come back to this later if I have more ideas lolol.

[saesyndrome]

explanation under the cut

I will preface this by saying that a few things act as complicating factors to this interpretation, not to discredit it, but in muddying the waters where things aren't super clear-cut. The biggest example is that throughout mockingjay Katniss is suffering from the long-term effects of having two severe concussions back-to-back, so her impulse control, ability to focus, etc. are affected negatively. So while I'll use some examples from mj, I'll have other examples to supplement them.

Here's a little infographic of audhd symptoms for reference. This is the best one I found in a cursory search, especially since most of them are like. Venn diagrams of adhd and autism which are less than helpful and not actually all that accurate to audhd:

So a lot of Katniss's actions are colored by impulsivity: holding out the berries, shooting an electrified arrow into the arena forcefield, killing Coin--none of which she does with the intention of affecting the status quo and even resenting the outcome of the choices. There are also impulsive actions like pushing Peeta into the vase because of a perceived sleight despite Peeta's confession only benefiting her, taking the earpiece out when Haymitch's direction doesn't seem sufficient. Generally, autism is characterized by a strict adherence to routine, which Katniss also obviously has, but she time and time again makes impulsive decisions with no regard for how they may change that routine in the long run. Even on a smaller scale, she does things like propose that she and Gale run away together, believing that she's thought it through because she's given the bare minimum consideration to his family, but in reality she hasn't considered how Gale might respond to inviting Peeta (nor does she even think of the possibility of Peeta wanting to bring his family). Even things like deciding to move into a compartment with Johanna are done without any forethought whatsoever.

Katniss routinely avoids anything that's troubling her rather than deal with it, so she's forced into a corner at the last minute and responds without thinking. We see this in situations like how she opts to just pretend as if Peeta doesn't exist as much as she can at the beginning of catching fire because their last interaction was unpleasant, when she pretends as if nothing worth talking about happened with Gale despite it fundamentally affecting their relationship forever, deciding just to not bother writing final goodbye letters to her loved ones, when she refuses to write a speech for District 11 only to blurt one out off the cuff, etc.

I also find that her frustration and emotional dysregulation is largely based on how others interact with her rather than being based primarily on external/inanimate factors that would contribute to overstimulation (although that isn't to say that she doesn't experience overstimulation at all). For example, we have her interactions with Haymitch wherein he acts like she's stupid or lesser, which is the instigating factor for her outburst in the first book where she starts throwing plates against the wall, we have her interactions with Finnick, Chaff, and Johanna that cause her to freeze Peeta out because she feels as if she's being made fun of and Peeta's in on the joke so to speak, we have her breaking pencils in District 13 when people act like she's stupid for not immediately considering Peeta to be a traitor and starts to become irate when she can't put the pencils back in the box.

Finally, with the disinterest/trouble paying attention, this requires a little more reading between the lines, especially when referring to disinterest in contrast to her own hobbies (not being interested in fashion, not making any attempt to try and develop another hobby besides hunting, etc.). She also doesn't seem to have the attention span to make any notes about the previous games, especially not in the comprehensive way that Peeta does, and her mind and attention wanders as Peeta does the illustrations for her father's edible plant book. In general, Katniss's narration skims over anything she doesn't deem important, but there are instances where information will be referenced as if it's been a prior topic of conversation that she admits she's forgotten. The biggest instance of this is in catching fire when Haymitch brings her and Peeta up into the dome of the district 11 justice building to reveal to Peeta that Katniss was threatened by Snow, and Peeta says that he's got friends and family that will be just as affected by their combined actions as Katniss's. I mention this particular scene because the only friend of Peeta's that's ever named in Delly, whom Katniss also knows and is implied to not be a current friend of Peeta's (no one in his family is named either). There's also the implication, because she doesn't relay them at all, that she doesn't pay much attention to the stories that Peeta shares with her during the course of the first games, in the same fashion she doesn't pay much attention to what her prep team talks about while working on her appearance.

Finally, after her first games and while stuck in district 13, Katniss seems to struggle a lot with being understimulated. At least a portion of the time (a handful of times during the course of catching fire), she seems to go into the woods just to end up coming home virtually empty-handed (or at least comparatively so) because she ends up just staring into the distance. She says she ends up spending a lot of time with Madge because they both have an excess of free time and have trouble finding anything to do. And when in district 13, she holes up in behind laundry machines and in supply closets for hours at a time, partially because there's a lack of anything worth her interest until she's able to get permission to go hunting.

Anyway once again there are complicating factors like I could also postulate on Katniss having ocd and bpd but uhhhh yeah sorry theres not direct textual evidence . let me know if you do in fact want page numbers and excerpts I was just trying to keep this from being too too long and I didn't want to give page numbers from the paperback books just for it to be impossible to find on an ebook or whatever. Hopefully this is cohesive enough to actually make an argument for the interpretation lol.

Oh also also I already referenced it but I do think Peeta has a decent control over when and how long her focuses for (doing illustrations for the plant book, taking notes on the previous games, etc), and he doesn't seem to struggle with impulsivity the same way Katniss does, generally having more of a grasp of the consequences of his words and actions before he says/does them. which is why I don't personally think he has adhd. shruggies.

"katniss and peeta are autistic/adhd" WRONG! katniss has BOTH peeta has NEITHER. if you disagree i require textual evidence as to why because i will be providing textual evidence in my defense.