#hence why it never made sense to me as a kid when i saw people saying mario hated luigi

[kimasousparky]

it'll never stop being funny to me how 6 years old me was so on spot when she imagined mario as "an average, kind-hearted guy who was really good at jumping, really loved his timid brother luigi and liked the princess he romantically" while playing SMW over and over again before she was exposed to media that portrayed mario with a personality

[steddieas-shegoes]

more than everything else

For @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt ‘proposal’ wc: 999 rated m cw: suggestive language | tags: domestic fluff, sappy and romantic

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“Steve! Freezer’s working again!” Eddie yelled from his spot on the floor behind their previously defunct freezer.

Eddie insisted he could fix it himself, hence the hours he’d spent on the floor with tools that weren’t doing anything and a lip bitten until it bled.

“Told you if you took your shirt off it would work faster,” Steve said from the doorway, hands on his hips as he took in the sight of Eddie being half naked.

Sweat dripping down his chest.

A bruise forming on his side where he’d dropped a wrench on himself earlier.

His newest tattoo peeling because he’d forgotten to put Vaseline on it earlier.

“I always listen to you, sweetheart,” Eddie smirked as he stood up. “You got any plans later?”

“I actually do remember something on the calendar.”

Eddie walked over to him, covered Steve’s hands with his own and rocked him side to side. “Damn.”

“Why? You wanna make plans?” Steve raised a brow.

“I thought I could get a reward for all my hard work today,” Eddie pouted his bottom lip out, eyes widening as he leaned further into Steve’s space. “Maybe in the bedroom?”

“Reward? For fixing the freezer that you broke?”

“I seem to remember someone saying that the freezer was just ‘old’ and that this ‘could’ve happened to anyone.’ Or am I mistaken?” Eddie let go of Steve’s hands but stayed close to him.

“I’m not sure who said that. I do remember someone saying that if you turned it down too far for too long, it would break, though. Maybe you can recall who said that?” Steve leaned in to peck his lips softly, teasing just a little with his fingers along the waistband of Eddie’s pants. “Seems like a smart guy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well. At least the guy who broke it could fix it.”

“That’s right, baby.” Steve backed away. “Now. I’ve got baked chicken spaghetti in the oven for dinner and I made cookies earlier if you-“

“Marry me.”

Steve froze, his eyes widened.

Maybe Eddie could’ve been more eloquent, more romantic.

Shit, maybe he could do that still.

He reached for Steve’s hands, smiling softly at him as his eyes darted between Eddie’s, searching for him to say that it was a joke.

“I’m serious.” Eddie kissed his forehead before continuing. “You think I survived the hell of ‘86 to not end up with Steve Harrington? You think I’ve spent nearly every day of the last six years trying to be the best partner you could ask for, the kind you deserve? You make me wanna be more than everything else.”

“What-“

Eddie shushed him with a kiss. “When I was little, like barely old enough to ride a bike, my mom brought me to a flower shop. She said I had to pick a nice flower for my teacher so she knew I was a sweet kid. I picked a daffodil. She laughed and said ‘you know the love of my life always brought my a daffodil’ and when I asked why dad didn’t bring them to her anymore she said ‘he never did.’ And as I got older I realized what that meant. I never could ask her about it, but I eventually asked Wayne. He said-“ Eddie sniffed, biting his lip trying not to cry. “He said sometimes the love you get isn’t what makes you feel better than everything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to feel more than everything else. And I still didn’t quite get it, ya know? Made no damn sense to me when I was 13. Kinda thought Wayne was high.” Steve laughed, Eddie smiled. “But then I saw you in the cafeteria one day, and I saw the way you held the door open for some of the band kids even though Tommy was teasing you for it. And I saw how much you did for me at my worst, even before you had a reason to, before you knew it would be worth more. I see how you love, and how you keep loving, even when some people may not deserve it. I feel how much you are, how much more you can still be. And how much I wanna be more to be worthy of you. I don’t have much, you know I don’t, but you love me anyway. And you make me wanna be more.”

Steve’s tears were falling rapidly, a sob escaping at the end of Eddie’s words as he fell forward, his tears soaking Eddie’s shirt instantly.

“You’re enough for me,” he finally managed to say against Eddie’s neck. “You’ve always been enough for me. I don’t want more. I just want you.”

“I know, sweet love. I know.” Eddie’s arms tightened around him. “You think you could marry me?”

“Eds. I would marry you every day if we could.” Steve sniffed as he pulled away. “We can’t really do it, though.”

“Maybe not. But we can wear rings, tell everyone. I can call you my husband around the people who love us.”

That was a hell of a thought.

Husbands.

“You’re sure you want that?”

“Of course I am. Who else is gonna fix your freezer when it breaks?”

“Maybe you could try not to break it in the first place.” Steve smacked his shoulder. He kissed him slowly, tongue brushing against his bottom lip but not looking for more. “But I guess it would be nice to have someone around all the time to fix the stuff he breaks.”

“Hey!”

“I love you.”

It was that simple.

“So. My reward?”

“My hand in marriage.” Steve turned away and looked over his shoulder. “And maybe my hand in other places. If you hurry up and shower.”

“I’ll be done in five. Be naked on the kitchen table-“

“Eddie, not-“

“The kitchen table!”

Steve rolled his eyes but threw his shirt to the floor and winked before making his way to the kitchen. “Five minutes!”

[katsuizu-stuff]

Bakugo saved Deku by making Endeavor realize that Deku being alone is a horrible choice

✦ ✦ ✦

✦ Not wanting to expose Deku’s location ✦

Best Jeanist, Endeavor, Hawks, All Might and Deku were all working together tracking down AFO and this meant that Deku had to go solo. Deku, himself, decided that this was the best option to keep everyone safe

In the process no one besides Endeavor, Best Jeanist, Hawks and All Might knew Deku’s location. And in the process only those people/heroes knew about Deku’s whereabouts

This reason was what made Endeavor not want to give Deku’s classmates/friends his location much less the tracking device

Endeavor was still thinking about keeping every citizen safe along with class 1A

✦ Endeavor’s feelings towards Bakugo ✦

Endeavor never liked Bakugo he couldn’t understand why Todoroki would consider/view Bakugo as a friend and not just as a simple classmate

However, this changed once Endeavor took Todoroki, Bakugo and Deku under his wing for the work study. Endeavor pays attention to the little things hence he saw the potential and improvement that Bakugo was showing while Bakugo was working there. Endeavor’s feelings and perspective of Bakugo changed

✦ Bakugo’s outfit wear ✦

We know Bakugo never wears his tie much less button up his shirt

And yet when the whole class goes to talk to Endeavor he buttoned up his shirt and put on his tie

Meaning he actually was serious about something, he fixed his look so that Endeavor could acknowledge that he wasn’t playing games

✦ Bakugo stepped up and his speech ✦

Todoroki went in heated ready to tell his father to tell him to expose Deku’s whereabouts, “Why haven’t you brought Midoriya back? Let me guess, you’ve got Deku and All Might looking after each other, right?”

But Bakugo placed a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder and stopped him it was a quite sign of ‘I got this’

Once Endeavor saw Bakugo step up he didn’t speak and listened to what Bakugo had to say

“I knew it. I’m sure that sounded like a smart move. And maybe with someone else, it’d be a good idea. But you missed something. You don’t know Deku. If you did, you’d realize he can’t be trusted out there. He never considers his own wellbeing. He just says he’s fine. That type of thinking is what made All Might the symbol of peace, so he can’t be trusted to stop Deku. Listen to me! Something terrible is gonna happen if you let them do this alone.”

Endeavor took Bakugo seriously especially the ending words that Bakugo said, “…Listen to me! Something terrible is gonna happen if you let them do this alone.”

✦ Endeavor’s realization and giving in ✦

Bakugo said it clearly and Endeavor figured out that Bakugo was right. Endeavor doesn’t know Deku, but he does know All Might and he knows that what Bakugo said is true. Endeavor knew/knows that All Might became the symbol of peace through that mindset and thinking and Endeavor, himself, has seen/saw the outcome of what happened to All Might when All Might played it solo

Endeavor remember something Hawks said about Deku, “Jeez, looks like he’s shaken off All Might, as well. Kid’s on his own. If we were faster, maybe we would’ve talked some sense into him. We could be backing him up.”

Endeavor came to realize that no one, other than his classmates/friends, will be able to knock some sense into Deku

Endeavor gave in knowing that Deku does need help and so he ‘accidentally’ pulled out the tracking device that had Deku’s location. It was a quite ‘go help your friend, he needs you’

[mrhaitch]

Hello Mr.Haitch!

I hope you’re having a good day so far!

Since you’ve been giving excellent writing advice to many other people here, I wanted to ask something myself.

I have always considered myself a late bloomer when it comes to literature. All my life, I was one of those kids that was effortlessly good at studying and got straight As (except math) so I seldom gave any thought to what subject I actually liked or had an interest in.

So far as 7th Grade, I had my mind made up that I would wanna be a doctor (Asian upbringing influence…me being fascinated with doctors yadda yadda) But then my English teacher once pointed out something that I had never really paid mind to. She told me, that I had an excellent hold on English (which is my third language) was always keen to listen to a good story, and was naturally good at storytelling as well.

So maybe that was the push that I needed, because at that age I read my first book, and fell in love with reading, and literature.

But the thing that I struggled with up until I graduated highschool, was that, everyone who was close to me said, I can appreciate literature but do not possess the skill to create something that moves the reader. They insisted that my writing was too methodical or lacked that certain oomph.

My end goal had now changed to be a professor. Teaching literature, and sharing with love for language with others. But I still wanted to create something. To express myself in a way that got through to others, and make them experience the feeling I held when I wrote a certain piece.

I began writing fanfics but I never really had the courage to post them. Because I always had that shadow of doubt that it’s not good. Never shared it with other people and at some point stopped altogether. Until last December. When I joined a fandom, and was motivated to pick up writing again after 6 years.

I have received good feedback from the people who have read what I wrote. Even the people in my life who used to criticize my writing now saw that it’s beautiful and that they would like to read more of my stuff.

But that insecurity still lingers. And there is a certain fear. Of showing others something that I created myself. Something that is borne entirely out of my mind. Hence I stick to fanfics. But I really want to write something original. I debate with myself so much that I either procrastinate and never write. Or I stress so much over it, that I end up having a writers block.

How can I overcome it? Is there anything specific I need to do? Write more? (I know for a fact I need to read more, but I sometimes don’t have to time to do so)

Thank you for entertaining this ramble.

I hope you have a good rest of the day!!

You kind of don't (or can't). I still feel that way, Haitch still feels that way. Even people I know who have won some of the most esteemed awards available for writers feel that way.

A certain degree of insecurity seems to be baked into the very foundations of writing, because it is fundamentally an exposing act. You're sharing parts of yourself, parts you would never confess to with a gun to your head, even things you yourself don't know are there. It's why one of the biggest obstacles with my students is getting them to write something, in a detailed and expressive way - they all suffer from some form of low self-esteem and they can sense how exposing the act can be.

It's a case of redirecting and curating those fears and anxieties. "I'm not good enough" should be "I'm not good enough yet".

I struggle with this a lot myself. While I've had successes with short fiction and a few publications, I've yet to surmount the challenge of getting a novel published despite writing 5 of the fucking things, and the cumulative pressure and disappointment from that can be just as blocking as some of the fears you describe.

In the end you've just got to persevere. Write something, anything, without scrutinising or judging it. I'm a big fan of free writing - just a pen and paper and writing down whatever the hell comes into your head, even if it's just to complain or mope. If finding time to read is a challenge, I've found audio plays and audio books a good work around.

If you like horror I'd recommend Shadows at the Door as an anthology. Classic MR James style ghost stories.

You'll get there, Flaneur. Forget about other people, forget about readers and responses and reactions. Hell - forget about whether it's good or not. Create something you find fun and fulfilling, everything else comes with practice, patience, and careful editing.

[kaycode1999]

Hi!! I love your workk!! It's soo darn good <33 Hope you are doing amazing! So I saw you are doing matchups and I wanted a kny, jjk and bsd matchup (CAN WE PLEASE DO A MUTUAL MATCH UP 😭😭🙏!!)

Personality: I’m an ENFP. I am an ambivert. I love talking to people but also it sucks the soul out me. And by the end of the day I just want to be alone. I love trying something new (Always in for an adventure), but I absolutely LOVE to travel. I try to always be nice to people and make them comfortable with me. In my friend group I am the most chaotic kid (in college) I used to be the mom friend but now I'm just a chaotic kid who my friends take care of😭. Fun fact I also the youngest in the group and hence is it is like declared that I need to go to a mental asylum. I take pride in myself in being so funny that people are concerned if I am okay. I am also very VERY clumsy and forgetful. I also get distracted very very quickly. I LOVE LOVE FASHION! And Me and my guy best friend always judge fashion in our college. I am also quite dramatic (Unfortunate for my pookies, cause I have made their peaceful life a living hell). I also curse a LOT.

And I have zero shame, I flirt with my friend in every second line. But If I actually like some. ZIP! NO VOICE COMING OUT!

AnD HeRe CoMeS ThE TrAuMa~~ I have big BIG attachment issues. I am the only child in my family and hence have to be picture perfect. Like the best Miss world be feminine, independent, financially stable, get the topper grades, also always put family first, be polite, be the therapist you get the point. I have accomplished this to the point I am the prodigy child now. This also kind of made me good at everything but yeah CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

My music taste varies to the people I am attached to. Yes, this is why my spotify wrap is always a history book. It shows how many times I have fucked up.

I think my love language is almost anything, especially giving gifts and acts of service, Normally I don't like that much of mushy hugs and all thing but If I am really close to someone be it friends or relationship. Bro you are never getting me off. The clingiest mf you'll meet then. I will follow you like a god damn puppy follows its mom.

Pronouns and age: she/her, I’m a female and straight (male preference). I am 19.

Hobbies: I have a bunch of them actually, I just gain them like Pokémon's. Minor inconvenience in my life, BOOM a new hobby :). I LOVE to dance, I love to listen to music, I do play guitar and drums a little, I like to crochet, bake, cook, sketch, paint, Fashion. I also love to wrtie poetry and letters.

Type: Honestly, I love Introverted cuties, with a geeky side cause when introverts start to yap it the most cuties fucking thing. BUT with a sense of humor! I can also end up with anyone who matches my freak. But too well cause idk why i brother zone them. ( This is why i am never getting a bf)

Appearance: I have medium-length black hair and dark brown eyes, almost black. I have lush eyelashes and eyebrows. I also am 5'3 (It ain't that short). I wear glasses too. I usually in college have old money style and street style but as I have said, very diverse in fashion. I just don't wear too short clothes (those micro skirt and shit do not like, no offense if you like them (I AM SORRY) )

I wouldn’t like to get mahito, muzan or mori and fukuzawa ( I see him as a father figure)

Sure! I’d love a matchup!

By the way thank you for your patience with me getting this up and I hope your 2025 is going well!

I have a self matchup with all my information on my page if you want to look for it or I can send it to your inbox- either one

I match you with

Jujutsu Kaisen

Takuma Ino

BSD

Junichiro Tanizaki *not gonna lie a small part of this was just because I need him to be with anyone but his sister because 🤢🤮. We’re just gonna pretend that whole thing doesn’t exist*

Demon Slayer

Kyojuro Rengoku

All 3 of them do lean on the extroverted/sociable side, maybe not completely extroverted/outgoing but at least know how to socialize with people when the situation calls for it. but they all understand having a social battery that gets drained

All of them enjoy experiencing new things with you and also traveling

They are all kind just like you and like to make people around them comfortable

Honestly all of them find your chaotic nature humorous as well as have a caring and protective natures so they’re kind of the order to your chaos

It depends on the severity of your clumsiness, if you get hurt a lot because of it they will be concerned but if it’s not that serious they don’t worry TOO much. All three of them are in professions that mean they either know people who are willing to help you with your coordination or they can help you themselves so that you at least don’t get hurt too much *this is if you want to of course*

Rengoku and Ino specifically would prefer you at least get basic self defense training because demons/curses just because they want to make sure you are able to keep yourself safe

As long as there’s nothing worrisome or concerning/dangerous causing it they don’t mind your forgetfulness. If you want they don’t mind helping you by getting things like calendars or reminders for important things, or even other processes that might help- again it’s completely up to you though

They all find your love of fashion endearing

Ino and Tanizaki don’t care about you cursing as long as it isn’t in inappropriate times/situations. They don’t do it excessively themselves but still do it a reasonable amount

It takes Rengoku some time to get used to it because poor baby hardly curses at all except for one word here or there, it makes him flustered at first but once he gets used it to he doesn’t mind as long as it isn’t at inappropriate times/situations

There is probably some variation for all of them of them finding out you like them where they were confused or thought they did something wrong when you couldn’t talk to them but when they find out they think it’s adorable and unfortunately you will be teased about it

The good thing about your relationship with all 3 of them is that they are loyal, caring, and loving. They understand your attachment issues and make sure to help you feel secure that they aren’t going anywhere

Ino and Kyojuro in their own ways understand the pressures of feeling like you have to be perfect very well. They both put way too much expectations on themselves for either the same or different reasons so they go through it too. They try to help you with working through it just like you do for them

I haven’t seen anything about Junichiro that would make me think he goes through the same thing but he would also do his best to be there for you and help you work though it

They probably get you into different songs/artists/bands/genres maybe you haven’t heard before and vice versa

I get the feeling all three of them tend to be spoiling in almost all aspects; gifts, words of affirmation, acts of service, etc. but they all love physical affection so feel free to be as clingy as you want with them

They all enjoy seeing whatever new hobby you have and would love for you to tell them all about it. They all try to join in if and when they can because they take interest in you and your hobbies but obviously not everything is going to be for everyone. They also enjoy seeing the things you end up doing or creating through it because they are intrigued by it

I think there are similarities and differences with all of them that they are similar enough to enjoy your company but not so similar as to be a problem

I hope you enjoy it!

[rougerave]

Myth

(Ages are not conical, so just go with it, but that’s also the power of fanfiction.)

---

Myth – a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events – that’s what he is, and he liked it.

No, he loved it. For someone who lived his whole life in the spotlight, it makes sense as to why he actively tries to hide. He hides from the press, he hides from friends and family, and especially from the hero community.

See, here’s the thing; he doesn’t necessarily exist. To the hero community that is. He did his time as Robin and then travelled as a nameless hero. Came back to Gotham with a new name but strictly stayed in the shadows. People sort of knew of his existence, but since he didn’t show his face, people just assumed he was a spook.

Bruce also liked to keep a lot of secrets from the JL, so it made it easier to stay hidden, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they didn’t know about him. He has done missions for the JL, but it was those intel missions that needed to be extra secret. He never once showed his face to the Justice League, and he liked it like that.

So you can imagine his irritation when Bruce called him. No, not Bruce, Batman.

“It’s only Monday B and I’m not in the mood, so whatever it is, no.” He didn’t even give Bruce a chance to speak.

“I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t think it was important. Dick has a cold and a bullet wound that he tried to hide, you know how it is. The girls and Duke are in deep cover, Jason is off world, Damian would kill them on sight just for them looking at him, plus his working with the Titans, and I obviously can’t go. I have other missions.”

“What’s the mission?” He asked just as he felt a small tug on his pants. When he looked down, he saw that it was his little two year old daughter. Tim smiled, before he picked her up, and sat her on his lap. She rested her head on his chest then she fell asleep.

Bruce took off his crawl so he could rub his face. “Intel mission.”

“Don’t you have a special team for this type of stuff? Oh wait you do. The YJ!” Tim whisper yelled so that he didn’t wake Nalaya up, because God help them all if she wakes up when she’s sick.

“You know as well as I do why we can’t just put them on this mission without Dick. As much as I want to trust them, I can’t, not yet anyways. I gave them a chance, they messed it up. They still need to prove themselves to me before I can let them go without Wing.”

“So essentially, I’m babysitting a group of young adults that are as reckless as toddlers on a sugar rush. How urgent is the mission?”

“Toddlers on a sugar rush? Wait - Tim did you get Nalaya on a sugar rush?” The amusement in Bruces’ voice was clear as day. Tim went pink.

“Answer the question B. How urgent is the mission?” Tim asked as he cleared his throat.

“Three days.”

“No.”

“Tim please. You’re my best bet at the moment.”

“If you want me to go so badly, push it for a week and a half. Mari is in New York for fashion week and can’t afford to look after a sick toddler. Both would need her full attention, hence why I am working from home. Mari is only gonna be home next Wednesday because she wants to visit her parents. Next week Wednesday. Deal?”

“Fine, thank you. I’ll see you at 2200h Wednesday at the Young Justice headquarters.” Then with no further ceremony, the Bat signed off.

Tim rolled his eyes. “Your grandfather is a pain in my butt.” Then he stood up carefully as to not wake up his kid. “Let’s get you to bed princess.”

---

They have all heard of myths and legends. Different kinds, from different communities, friends and family and especially in their line of work. Some were just for scares and for fun, most where true when it came to working with magic, and some where made up to throw people of their game.

Red Robin was one of those myths that the Bat-clan say to throw them off their game, or so they thought.

Imagine walking into their base of operations and seeing said myth talking casually with the big bad Bat, holding a coffee cup as if they were old friends, which couldn’t be right seeing as Red Robin looked younger then the Bat. A year or two younger than them actually. What the fuck.

When the two bats noticed the team they strained up and went blank faced. “Team meet the myth himself Red Robin. He will be helping you with this intel mission only. Double R the Young Justice team. You are to retrieve intel only. An over view of the mission has been sent to you. You leave in fifteen minutes.” He then turned away to the zeta tube, but before he left he turned his head to Red Robin. “Do not, and I mean do not pull that stunt you did with the LOA bases.”

“Such little faith. I won’t B. I promise.”

Batman raised his eyebrow. “LB would kill me if I did, so I won’t.” Batman nodded his head, then turned around and walked to the tubes.

There was a tense silence before RR broke it. “I’ll meet you in the hanger. I have to go and cuss out Nightwing.” He said as he turned to walk to the direction of the hanger.”

“Why would you want to cuss out Nightwing?” Wally asked.

“Because my brother is an idiot, and he is very lucky I moved out or I would have done more than cuss him out.” He said not stopping and not turning around.

“Is it me or did today go from tense to super weird in a total of five minutes?”

“It’s not only you Wally. Never mind that. We have a mission to complete. Let’s go team.”

---

“What happened with the LOA bases?” Conner asked to fill the silence.

Red Robin stopped typing to look Conner straight in the eye. A chill went the young supers spin when double R smirked.

“There is a reason Ra’s al Ghul is afraid of me. I blew up most of his bases because he had something of mine. I blew six more out of pure spit.”

The team stayed quite for the rest of the trip.

---

Six hours, one failed mission and a portal to somewhere, the team stood in the middle of a field, being glared down by Red Robin.

“What in the ever loving fuck was that?!”

They were silent, and that only made him more angry and frustrated.

It was a simple mission. Get a hard-drive that had blueprints to a machine that Luthor was building for the Light and get out, undetected and unharmed. The shitshow that happened is what he was trying to comprehend. How are they this bad or where they just being cocky and wanting to show off. This mission could be long over if they had followed his plan.

“I ask again. What the fuck happened?” His tone went from deadly shouting to deadly calm in two seconds flat, it made shivers run up his spin.

“What is your deal? We only messed up a little, but we got the information. Mission complete. No need to be all bitchy.” Conner said, getting tired of this dudes attitude.

Tim let out a dark chuckle. He did not just say that to his face when he was the main cause of this failed mission.

“My deal. Here’s my deal. You, along with your team had one simple task to do. Scout ahead and report to me. I would be the one to infiltrate the base and get the information. My problem started when you disobeyed a direct order to not engaging. At. All. But no, that was such a hard job. By you not staying put, you got your team injured. Then you went off by switching off your coms, ignoring everyone, which by the way got us portaled to Ice land. Your biggest flop so far was getting the incorrect data. So please, Superboy, tell me I’m wrong.”

It was silent. “That’s what I thought. Now, you will listen carefully. You are to dismantle every tracking, communication, and electronic device on you.”

“Why?” Wrong question from Artemis.

“Why? Why is because your egotistical teammate messed up the mission against his evil surrogate father, and I for one don’t want to be hunted by that madman. So my suggestion is do it yourself, before I turn every electronic device on you into a taser.”

That’s what he thought. Once changed in some casual clothing, he led the way a modest looking house. Tim pulled out a key and opened the door very slowly. Once fully open, a knife is thrown in his direction. He catches it without blinking, but that just means his more sceptical to go inside. The team just stares at his in shock. What the hell.

“I did say I was sorry.” He shouted into the house. A dino sippy cup was thrown at him. He ducks, the person behind him does not. Artemis now has a very pretty bruise on her forehead. (Wally has a picture.)

Tim motions them inside. He led them into a different room and there they are met with a soul wittering glare that put Batman’s glare to shame. They have never felt more scared in their lives than in that moment. Tim didn’t look fazed. He just lifted his brow. “I did say I was sorry.”

“One day I hope you’ll spontaneously combust.” The women said.

“And I wait for the day your glare leaves our kid without a father. Meet the team. The real source of your anger.” He said in a deadpanned voice.

The women huffed. “No, no. You’re the source of my anger. Bruce snitched. Anyways, nice to meet you all.” After getting well acquainted with this lioness of a women called Marinette and the owner of the throw dino sippy cup, Nalaya, Marinette lead them an underground hid out, while Tim went to put his little girl to bed. He joins them a few minutes later.

“So,” Marinette said from in front of the huge monitor where she was setting up a call. “who wants to tell the big bad bat what happened.” The team goes brick still, faces pale. “I mean it’s only fair you do the report.” Tim chokes on a laugh from where he sits typing in coordinates in front of another screen. Wally faints in that moment. “That’s what I thought.” Over confindent idiots, with their big egos. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised that they’re afraid of the furry.” Tim snorts.

“God forbid he hears you say that. What then?”

“I take your challenge.” The team still frozen to their spots watch in silence. Wally still out cold. The call is accepted in that moment. “Hello you giant furry.” She says it in a flat voice that had a bit of mirth and a bit of offence. Batman makes a strangled sound and Tim dies of laughter. Bruce gathers himself before he answers.

“Ladybird.” Bruce said stiffly.

“No need to be so formal B. I saw your latest gala suit by the way. It was very… I think it is best not to say.” The smirk on her lips and the snickering form Tim was turning him redder by the second. “Send my regards to Alfie.” She said as she got up, kissed Tim’s cheek and waved the team goodbye. Just like that she was gone.

Tim sat in her vacant set. Bruce turned his full attention the still frozen team. “What happened?” Tone low and icy.

“It’s in the report I sent you B. I’ll finish up the mission by 1am. The usual drill. I’m sending the team to the watchtower, they can fill you in on parts I was not present for. See you later.” And before Batman could answer, he dropped the call.

“Did you just drop the call on Batman?” Artemis asked as she finally came out of her daze.

“No I dropped the call on my father. Big difference. The zeta is ready by the way.” Tim said as he pointed to the zeta tube.

As the team walked out and Wally finally waking up, Tim called, “FYI if you tell anyone about what you saw today that wasn’t part of the mission, I will make good on my promise.” He finished with a smirk that promised pain and misfortune. The team nodded quickly and rushed into the tube.

Man was it fun to be a myth.

[will80sbyers]

I feel like the csa metaphor for Will and El is there without any doubt as is the conversion therapy stuff for Henry, like it's all there, but it isn't meant to be happening to the kids in the real sense of the story... I think they will keep that as a subtext structure also because that is inherent to the horror genre in a way, they always use rape as a fear tool in these stories so I feel like almost every type of psychological horror story can be read in that way in the subtext... and this one is clearly based on a narcissistic stalker, abuser & serial killer and the cycles of abuse around him...

Brenner's abuse is the thing that made him start killing humans instead of only animals and made him go from a disturbed child to a full on murderer and abuser of others, but he chose the path of violence after that because he wanted to stop feeling powerless in his life

he wanted power and control of the world around him and he's lost in his own narrative of being sort of a saviour in a way because he believes he can free the people he chooses from their suffering in that life... or at least it's what he wants others to think

but in reality he's taking pleasure in the killings for himself because he's releasing his anger and at the same time he's gaining pleasure from torturing other people that were already vulnerable with visions and watching them suffer and despair before offering them a way out of that despair

he never felt something that is real joy in his existence, he told us he felt bored of being human with his whole monologue, like everyone was just waiting to die and there was no point... but people that can experience emotions and don't have depression or other conditions don't really feel like this- that's born from being in a state of almost complete apathy, personally I believe that he was like that before his mother brought him to Brenner, he never felt love for his family and he never felt loved even if his father is shown to be a guy that seems to really care about his kids... and this just because he literally can't feel that, he was born like that ( hence the metaphor of relating to being gay that I don't know if they will make explicit or not for Henry, I feel like there is a chance they will if he interacts with Will but I'm not sure... also I don't know if I want this in the story explicitly but that's my taste in stories talking )

but anyway gay or not, he doesn't know love and uses only anger and pain and that's why Eleven is more powerful than him, she was able to feel love from her mother and after that from all the people that have shown her love like the kids in the Party, Hopper, Joyce, her sister etc

same thing with Will, he is so so loved too and I think this is what is going to save him again if (when) Henry attacks...

I think this is what saved Max the first time she was attacked, she remembers the people she loves and the love she felt for them and focused on that and was able to overpower Vecna and even take a piece of him down, literally destroying part of him because she saw Lucas and Dustin and Steve and remembered they were there for her and focused on that

the second time she got overwhelmed by her own guilt and self hate and lost hope, and she kind of confessed she wanted this plan to kind of fail herself... I feel like Max must choose life herself if she wants to be saved in the next season and I think she will because she realized she wasn't ready to die and she wanted to live when she was killed

unfortunately the only way Henry can feel something close to joy is when he kills someone, he's not able to feel the real thing and at this point he doesn't want to... it would be very weird for me if the Duffers gave him any type of redemption at this point and I don't think it would be right to do it after what he did in the story

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

didn't the connections just want Evie as a weapon/ tool to end all wars (I need to check that file in 7) and Miranda wanted a replacement for Eva hence why she decided to dig up her dead daughter and give them tissue samples (high key even if Miranda brought Eva back the poor kid would never ever be good enough Miranda has had 100 odd years of putting the child on a pedestal)

also Alan Droney (Director* douche who transported Evie with Mia... again the connections sent two 2 people to transport Evie without the treatments needed to keep her stable will that ever not be a problem for me and something i don't see other people mentioning at all?) was posing as a father figure to Evie who rejected her and Evie wanted Ethan to be daddy instead of Jack when he turned up which made Jack mad and Ethan has no idea what he's on about and of course rejects her as well

*in game they call him that and Mia is a caretaker

basically I hope Evie finds people in the conciousness of mold who know everything about her whilst not being directly affected by her violence and help her out (mold therapy group is a idea near and dear to my heart)

As far as the Connections go--tl;dr i went and did some research which is why this took a bit to answer, but yeah, it looks like the Connections DID always plan to use Evie... but Miranda didn't just provide mold, she also provided DNA of her daughter for use in Evie's creation. This, combined with the fact that rose is a 'perfect Eveline' and Eveline's name being so close to Miranda's daughter (Eva) are contet clues that Miranda wanted Eveline made so she could do what she tried with rose. Meaning Eveline's original 'true' purpose was to become Miranda's daughter, but she was 'imperfect'. Because of the emphasis on rose being 'perfect' and Eveline being 'imperfect', I think you make a great point about how ultimately, Eva probably wouldn't have been good enough. None of the 4 Lords were, despite all their power, Miranda still made them feel like they weren't enough to please her.

(side note: this whole 'Miranda was working with Connections!!!' feels very like it was decided after the fact/making it up as they go along. But this interpretation makes it make more sense, at least to me.)

iirc (and someone can feel free to correct me), Mia and her partner were posing as Mia's parents specifically to avoid arousing suspicion when they were transporting her. They weren't intended to be actual parental figures to her. But she was a heavily sheltered child, likely lonely, so she wasn't going to understand it was fake.

We know Evie latched onto Mia as a mother figure, I don't know if she latched onto the guy as a father figure, though. She killed that guy because he essentially rejected her, yeah. If she did see him as a father figure, it was not for very long and it was not to the extent she latched onto Mia (which is intentional--you're not really supposed to care about that guy, so Evie likely didn't either). She also let Ethan 'defy' her much longer than she did Alan.

Evie did use Mia to lure Ethan, though. re7 is explicit about that, bc when Mia is lucid, she tells Ethan she didn't send him the video--meaning Evie was controlling her. Evie wanted Ethan as a father figure because her 'mom' should be married to her 'dad'. I don't think she ever saw Jack as a father figure, because he had adult children her 'mother's age, and because those children (Lucas and Zoe) would likely have been rivals for his love. It's easier for her to play house with Mithan as her parents, and the Bakers as extended family.

Infected!Jack was jealous, yeah, because Ethan was essentially going to replace him as the male head of the family, but Infected!Jack is not the real Jack. Those feelings and actions came from the false family hierarchy that Eveline set up, in which she is both the head of the family and the treasured only grand-child (which is why her rapid aging works as such a good twist; a lot of southern families have an old matriarch like that, and many of them also have a darling granddaughter who is adored).

tbh I don't really care what happens to Evie in the mold matrix, it's just upsetting to me that people call a child irredeemable and deserving of death. Like... they can't see Eveline as the tragedy she is. But Lady D and Heisenberg get praised to high heaven.

[taletheoldcrowtold]

Pride 2024 - Day 28

Movie: All of us Strangers

Made in: 2023 – Set in: 2023

Starring: Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Jamie Bell, Claire Foy

Rated R for: Sexual content, language and drug use

A romantic drama with elements of paranormal, it is loosely based of the Japanese novel Strangers by Taichi Yamada, it follows Adam and his relationship with a neighbor, Harry. Wanting to research for a screenplay, he visits his family home to find his parents hadn’t changed since they died thirty years ago.

It’s a slow paced movie that showcases grief and longing for acceptance as Adam tells his parents things he wished he had before they died and longs to be a family again, not wanting to lose them a second time.

Spoilers under Keep Reading Line

Harry has been dead through most of the movie and, unless Adam is dead too, they don’t end up together.

I wasn’t really sure what to expect before watching this, but it wasn’t close to what I saw. I have kind of mixed feelings about it, honestly. I feel like if it was more clear about what was happening with Adam and his parents then it would be a better movie. And if Harry wasn’t dead. If Adam actually saw his parents, like they were ghosts then I think it would be more impactful. He would be saying these things to them and not just having conversations he imagined. It handles the loneliness and grief well and I felt sorry for Adam and wished him to get passed his parent’s deaths and find someone to be with. Hence why I wanted Harry to be alive. But different things about the movie made me start to wonder if maybe Adam was dead the whole time as well. Harry and Adam lived alone in a large apartment building, which is very odd. And he is suddenly seeing ghosts (his parents and Harry, not sure if anyone else was ghosts though). Also I noticed his skin was hot a lot but he never showed any other signs of a fever (except a scene were he had a cough but that could be from anything). It might add to the ‘he died in a fire’ theory and he’s just making amends with people he had unfinished business with. But I don’t really care for stories that leave everything up in the air and up to the audience to figure out, so I was disappointed. And the fact that it was another sad gay love story doesn’t make me like it either. The acting was good though, I’ll give it that.

Mom’s Thoughts: I knew nothing about this movie when I sat down to watch it with my child. It started out pretty slow. I think the screenwriter wanted to emphasize Adam’s loneliness and his grief over some kind of loss. Anyway, I got a sense of grief and loss. He is in his forties in the film. It’s unclear exactly what is going on with this story as several interpretations could be made. At the beginning an alarm goes off and Adam goes outside the high rise apartment complex he lives in (with hardly anyone else seeming to live there) wearing only an open robe over a tee shirt and boxers. Outside no one stares at him in his underwear or react to the alarm going off loudly in the building with no evidence of a fire. Weird. He returns to his apartment, meeting no one in passing, like the building is practically empty. This is London, so the near empty building seems strange. Harry comes to his door holding a mostly empty bottle of whiskey and asks him if he wants a drink. He’s obviously drunk and makes somewhat advances on Adam. Adam turns him down. Later Adam gets on a train, goes to his boyhood home, takes a walk in this meadow and follows a man he seems to know back to his boyhood home. A woman is there who apparently recognizes Adam because of his eyes. They ask him what he’s doing now and does he like it. I’m thinking these are the people who live there now and knew Adam when he was a kid. But no. Turns out it’s his mother and father who look way too young to be Adam’s parents. They seem to be happy to see him and they all get along well, so why don’t they know what he’s doing now? Is this a paranormal and Adam has somehow gone back in time? Is this a product of Adam’s imagination? Confused? Well, so was I. When Adam returns to the apartment building he runs into Harry at the elevator, again with no one else around. This seems really weird because the building has a lot of floors (I didn’t count them but I’d say at least 10-15) so it seems strange the two never run into anyone else. However, I have watched romances where the director has taken everyone but the main couple out of the scene, I guess to show they only have eyes for each other. I didn’t really think it that strange until my child mentioned it. Needless to say, Harry and Adam hook up and start a relationship. Adam tells Harry his parents died when he was 12; Harry tells him he is pretty much estranged from his family. Adam continues to make trips to see his parents. He seems to need to tell them things that he was unable to while they were alive. Toward the end of the movie, Adam’s parents feel he should stop making trips home so he can go on with his life. When Adam returns to the apartment this time, Harry appears and we learn that he has been dead for several days now, probably since he appeared at Adam’s door with the mostly empty bottle of whiskey. He’s pretty much been a ghost the whole movie. So is Adam a ghost whisperer, someone who can communicate with the dead? Was Adam caught in a fire at the beginning of the movie and was dead too since he sees all these ghosts? Is Adam psychotic and imagined or dreamed this whole movie? We’re not told; the audience has to decide what has happened. These are endings I personally hate. If you’re going to write a story, write the whole dang story, not just some of it then tell the audience to tack on their own personal ending. Would I watch this again? No. It’s the typical gay romance story where at least one of the characters dies in the end. Or in the case of this one, has been dead the majority of the film. Which, when you think about it, is pretty creepy.

[floofz]

i just finished watching ep five... can i know your thoughts on it

OUGH... so many thoughts my dude... where do i even start...

well first of all this episode completely wrecked me emotionally. domestic violence is always hard to watch, but damn did they do their best to make it as horrible as possible (in a good way! its amazing how studio lan sheds light on these kinds of things happening). the animation - the expressions, the hitting, the bruises - the audio design - god the sounds of the violence alone were so fucking heartwrenching. and then the involvement of the kids too. it was so so painful to watch but it was so incredibly well done.

we finally get to know more about the two siblings (and also confirmation that the two are actually involved! plus that lu guang turns out not to be the good brother in the childrens drawing). the scene with cheng xiaoshi being amused about the brother's behaviour and childish thinking seems funny at first, but when you later see the family situation theyre in, it all just makes so much painful sense. he has all this rage and strong sense of justice in him bc they are growing up in this unstable household full of violence. its heartbreaking.

the boy the brother met at the fountain, i first thought it was a young cheng xiaoshi bc of the haircut, but his voice was very different so now im perplexed. they could just be trying to throw us off here but i cant imagine them picking such a drastically different voice from cheng xiaoshi for him, especially bc we already heard his voice as a kid in s1. now my guess is maybe a young qian jin? it would check out with what we know about younger him. and i mean were 5 episodes in we kinda need to get to all the connections eventually.

now, lu guang and cheng xiaoshi. i've already seen people on reddit talk about how lu guang seems off again this episode. what particularly makes me think though is that one scene where their connection supposedly went "bad". i mean, everything, especially in animation, is very intentional so there must be much more to it. im wondering if someone interfered with their connection. one theory i also saw and thought about it a bit more on my own: what if red eyes - either one of the siblings - somehow possessed lu guang during their dive for a short time, making him unable to talk to cheng xiaoshi on his own, hence the silence. and after that he also doesnt realize he was silent for a while. and bc one of the siblings took hold over him for a sec, they saw what lu guang saw and that would explain why the sister supposedly knows cheng xiaoshi (and wants to talk to him at the police station) and that he was involved with her past through the dive. though i guess she could also know about him from qian jin. idk, I JUST HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

all in all a fucking fantastic episode but i did have to take a break after watching it. its very emotionally draining. but you can definitely tell the care and thought they put into this.

OH WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT. the little soft expressions and smiles from lu guang when cheng xiaoshi acted cute as xixi in the episode made me explode<3 gdi once again cheng xiaoshi never sees his soft expressions, LU GUANG LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT WHEN HE CAN SEE.

anyway yeah lots of thoughts 😭 PLS also let me know what you think!!!

[haleigh-sloth]

Back in the days we were really desperate for hrks to save us from insane social issues with his funny characters from his comic book huh hdhsgdjsajsgsh

It's been a while since I've been in that space but I do remember my own thinking back then, so I can say a potential reason I think for why, back then. Currently...well, idk.

Back then for me, and for a few others, it was less about the actual social issues part and more about the anxiety that the villains wouldn't be saved.

I think back then during 2020-era the endgame for the League wasn't SO solid and a lot of us were operating under this mindset that the League HAD to be a positive force in the story in order to be saved. It was anxiety for their endings. However in retrospect, it doesn't actually make sense for them to need to be "saved" if the story was going to uphold them as "right" or "correct". That wouldn't work, actually. The reason they need to be saved is because even if they have valid complaints about their surroundings, the only thing they're productive in doing is killing everyone else and slowly killing themselves. They aren't accomplishing ANYTHING.

For me, and the few people I talk to who also transitioned out of the fandom space, it took quite a bit of hammering in on the villains obviously being saved, and the story obviously refusing to validate their actions. I feel like at a certain point, chapter 342 for example, it became very very clear that their hearts would be saved while their actions were condemned.

Part of this comes with hero-hate too. And again, back then it was easy to just spout that hero society is corrupt (I mean it is) and that all the heroes are responsible for it (which they are not). There are still points to be made when people (me) compare the heroes to cops. Hawks's actions and role in the story weren't an accident lol. Gran Torino is not an accidental contradictory to the themes. The heroes' role being extensions of law enforcement and the notion that some of them go into the profession for god awful reasons wasn't an accident. But I think what got lost in time was the fact that the story was showing that the profession itself within the story WAS BEING REDEFINED. Hence a coming of age story focusing on kids doing better, and adults openly changing their minds (Aizawa and Tsukauchi anyone??, and even side characters like Mt. Lady who was introduced in CHAPTER ONE). So yeah, criticisms of the hero side weren't like, completely off the mark per say, because the story put them there literally in chapter ONE.

BUT it got taken WAYYYY too far to a place that just didn't belong in this manga. And then people started getting MAD.

Did I want the "LOV fighting for change" scenario at one point? Yes. But what were my reasons? I wanted them saved. AND, if people backread my blog, they'll find some pretty rancid takes. BUT one thing that has remained consistent with me is that I have always always always wanted Izuku, Ochacko, and Shouto to be the saviors of Tomura, Toga, and Touya. Even in my most raw villain stanning days, that never changed.

It just took a while for me to realize that those two ideas are pretty exclusive. The villains can't be "right" if the story is about the kids saving the villains' HEARTS. Their hearts are hurting and broken and tainted, they need to be saved. If they were ever so in their right minds to be cognizant enough to actually formulate a real plan for change, it wouldn't make sense for them to NEED SAVING. And there was only one certainty within the story immediately following the PLF war chapters: Izuku saw someone who needed saving. The story wasn't about to be like "yeah psych" and make Tomura this badass revolutionist.

I understand why these takes existed at one point. What I don't understand is how they.....still exist. When people find themselves saying "the villains are just in the wrong manga" then maybe it's less about the villains and the author and more about the reader reading the wrong manga. Stop blaming the author, like I was doing, and focus more on why you're mad and not enjoying the manga ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ best lesson I learned following this series.

Needless to say...my anxiety about the villains getting a happy ending is long gone. I'm really, really confident in how the chapters are progressing. Every chapter just feels more and more like it's hammering in the idea of the LOV getting what they want, and the heroes also getting what they want. It seems almost certain that everyone in this story will get what they want, save for the obvious antagonists who are not written to be thematically relevant, or of course the big bad AFO.

[ehh-is-the-name]

Hello, just saw your post while searching tumblr about your exposure to seikon no qwaser and watching it 3 times while being presumably straight at this age

The question is - has it influenced you and if did in which way? I'm asking because it's the same for me?? Omg I thought I was a freak who watched it 3 times at the same age as you did 😭 such a relief that I'm not only one

Holys shit- I forgot about that thang.... Never expected to be put on the hot seat about it, but lemme break it down.

Has it influenced me?

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: Under the cut, got too much to say sorry.

Had to look back at the thing I posted about it, and yeah 10-12 was an age to watch that for sure. Those were the ages I was on the "I identify as an attack helicopter" side of the internet, you know, mid 2010s and such. So I was very much a "I'm 100% cis and straight" kinda kid. I didn't care about others being gay, I was just sure that I wasn't. At that point, I saw sex as a whole (whoever doing it to whoever) as the funniest shit in the world. Hence watching that anime so many times.

I still kinda see sex as funny, but I digress.

I kept it in my head that I was straight up until the pandemic hit. Something about a year of quarantining really kicks the self-analysis into high gear. Around that time the sexuality and gender crisis hit, you know like with everyone else. I somewhat remembered Seikon no Qwazer but I mostly thought of all the other bs like that I'd seen in the context of "...Am I gay?" To which I have to say, no not saphic surprisingly. Or at least I think not..? Hard to say.

The question when thinking about the anime girls in shows like that went from "Am I gay?" to "Do I want to be her?" to "...Um, what is a woman and what happens if I'm not one?"

I think I was more attracted to the designs and outfits of the characters rather than anything else going on. I remember clearly thinking "Would I wanna be in the MC's place?" when trying to solve the "Am I gay?" riddle, and it was always a half-hearted "no, not really". I didn't rewatch the anime to get a hard-on for the tits, that was the comedy to me--the over-exaggerated way he'd fuckin' suck them KILLED me when I was younger. I didn't understand how or why people would watch that stuff to get off, it just didn't make sense to me really. By the pandemic I got it, and realised how not getting it at all may have signalled I had the ace of spades, if you catch my drift.

Gender and sexuality were very rigid structures in my head when I was a kid (girls liked boys) and wanting to be a "good kid", I always said I liked boys. I didn't fully get that liking anyone was just a thing you felt and not actively thought about doing until.... honestly around after seikon no qwazer age- so around 13-14, maybe even 15. Either way, it didn't really pose an issue for me since I liked fictional boys, which is the same as liking real boys, for sure. yeah. (wrong). Learned that the hard way, the VERY hard way.

Getting exposed to physicality was... another questionable variable. Will not delve too much into that, but it's made me loop back around to the "Am I gay?" question a couple of times. And still getting stuck in "do I even really care?" limbo.

If anything, ecchi shit made me realise I wasn't fully allosexual or cis. Which of course came with its own line of questioning, of course. However my favourite realisation from seikon no qwazer specifically was: "Damn their fuckin' backs must HURT."

- - -

Sorry it wasn't a Straight -> Lesbian pipeline for me, if that's what you wanted guidance on- There's a lot of nuance to that too, but I was put on the Straight -> Asexual bus so I can't speak for the other. All I can do is give you the "can I really be ace if I think about sex positively? Frequently? Is there a threshold..?" kind of existential dread.

I was a freak then and still am now, only difference is now I'm a freaky ace~!

[cassidy-0706]

Sayaka Maizono Interpretation: Part 1

Part 1: Who is Sayaka Maizono?When we first meet her, we see that she's enthusiastic and bright while introducing herself which makes sense since she's an idol so I guess that's just how she's supposed to act. Then when Makoto is just talking about her in his thoughts she guesses what we are thinking so there's a playful side to her that opens up something interesting. This hits home that she is still a minor (at least from what we know at that time), and she would like to make jokes with her classmates like how a normal girl would. So there is another interesting thing which comes from this info that people are putting her on a pedestal which even Makoto did but she wants to be seen as a normal girl no matter how popular she is, I'll try to elaborate on this further in the analysis.Then after the joke, there is a flicker of recognition in Sayaka but sadly gets interrupted by Taka so she can elaborate on what she meant later in the evening. Then after Makoto is unconscious and wakes up he bumps into Sayaka and when he asks is okay she replies that she has enough strength to get hurt by being bumped into also expands into that people put her on a pedestal since they put up this image that Sayaka is a bit fragile I know this thing is a bit weird but I found it interesting.(This is from the Japanese translation transcript and not the actual English one so some lines may differ.) Then back to the flicker of recognition she had in the introductions, she elaborates It. Now this is a good point brought up by Makoto. How is she able to remember him when they never talked and unless their middle school allowed them to wear anything they want to then Makoto is just not impressionable.Now after a bit of talking and giving signs of Makoto having a bit of an inferiority complex, Sayaka offers to be his assistant.Now this brings up a question: what did Makoto do so much that she remembered him from middle school? In this conversation, she says he calmed her down but from the introductions she seems to know him so how did that happen? Well, let's move forward to our fte's to find out the reason.

Part 2: Free Time Events/Bonus content in game (not counting school mode)It's interesting, isn't it? That someone just saving a crane is enough to move her and make her remember a kid from middle school (and Gaining a crush too) especially since that was the first year so technically she remembered him for 3 or 4 years.Now let's put some focus on another event with her.So she is a case of Child neglect and a bit of escapism, and basically, her life became an Ariana and the Diamonds song “T.V. taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal.”T.V taught me how to feel: So basically when she saw the idols she felt happiness in life.Now real life has no appeal: Her loneliness just seemed to be something so far away when she saw them so it technically had no appeal to her and itSeeing those idols technically made her escape her loneliness, the escapism is not as much as Hifumi or Himiko but this could have been a coping method for her to deal with her loneliness.So imagine how shocked she must have been when it was pretty much manufactured and not real. When you have to be on the lookout for everyone but yourself, even your bandmates are enemies, Probably anyone who seems to be a person you can trust can be the same person who could crush your dreams and your hard work. Then when she saw Makoto save the crane, she must have been moved, I mean doing such a kind thing without anything to expect in return must have been a foreign concept to her but a good one for Sayaka. Now this is just me theorizing something so it's not so important but I think Sayaka realized that her fans give her shallow love but can't quit since she had no other chance of love except the idol industry before she saw Makoto hence why she keeps him in his mind for at least 3 years. Now let's go further into the event. Now it may be some sexual favors but it isn't so important so I guess we head forward into the conversation. Now after all that we discussed on what she could have gone through in the industry, she still thinks it's fun. Well considering idols have an image to keep despite confiding in someone whom she trusts the most she can't trust him to take in an answer which is not the answer we see here, she knows situations like this and how fans will react so she needs to lie even to the one person she trusts the most (in the killing game at least.) But there's a chance for her to be telling the truth. This is also one of the few things which I'm theorizing about. Well obviously even to fans and strangers she can't open up about her feelings to the only people she could open up to were her bandmates, cause they are the ones she trusted the most in the grand scheme of things, the ones she could open up to without using a mask. Heck, even Sayaka mentions that she would have left if not for them. 

And now after giving her “complaints” as she called it, she lightens up. Honestly, Makoto even pointed out what was being mentioned about idols having to keep an image. (This is From the DR wiki so there might be line inconsistencies)

Now Sayaka is asking Makoto if he has a girlfriend or at least a crush on someone now there are 2 options.She is genuinely curious as a classmate.(This is the option the Naezono me thinks) She has a crush on Makoto and despite knowing she can't date people she knows the person who she likes romantically is free. 

So we can see that not only Sayaka is interested in Makoto because of his helpful demeanor but also has an implied crush on him. But needs to keep her feelings aside for now since she needs to escape, (which she fails at)Now we shall come to the motive time. 

[booktomoviebrawl]

@quietcandle

Anyway apologies in advance if this is bad I'm upset because I accidentally FUCKING DELETED my first draft. A disclaimer: I have watched all the movies, but they were all a week apart from each other, so I might get some things wrong

Anyway. Let's get started. A-fucking-again.

Those insect fuckers from movie 1

I made a comparison to praying mantises to my dad when we watched the movie so that's what I will henceforth be calling them.

Let's take a look at their crimes:

Woke up surrounded by weirdo humans and left, albeit in a somewhat destructive manner (understandable)

Left a facility in a relatively peaceful way (why didn't they have alarms)

Rampage through cities (idk about this one lads, seems kinda like those cities were just in the way)

Fight back against the people shooting them (there is nothing wrong with this)

Steal a nuke (are you going to put the big bug in handcuffs?)

Have kids (you guys are just dicks)

In conclusion the mantises are actually lesbians and Godzilla is homophobic, because I can see no other reason he would want to fight them, unless they're "alphas" (I am 80% sure I saw another mantis kneeling to him at the end of KoM) or an invasive species like Ghidorah

Everyone in KoM was an idiot

The big lizard is not going to kill you. He literally does not give a shit. He fucked off to the ocean as soon as he killed the mantises. The closest thing he did that you could call harmful to humanity is him fighting in San Fran, and it's not like he sent the mantises a text like, "u and me + back of the san fran denny's (i hate them personally)". Like seriously even the experts were worried Godzilla would beat their asses and they were the EXPERTS. God you are so dumb can't you see we are ANTS to him he does not give a fuck Susan

Like what the fuck why is Kong an alpha what the actual shit

He is a big fucking monkey there is NOTHING special about him despite being a very recognizable character. Also in KoM they mention Skull Island so I can only assume that Kong is NOT an alpha, because wasn't the point that alphas could resist Ghidorah, hence why Mothra and Godzilla were able to fight him? (Side note I think Mothra looked really cool I wish they hadn't killed her)

What the shit was up with Ghidorah anyway?

Emma wakes up Ghidorah -> Emma wakes up Rodan -> Rodan and Ghidorah fight -> Ghidorah wrecks his shit and wakes up the other Titans -> Ghidorah tells them to destroy human cities???

Why does Ghidorah have beef with humans. Like why was he doing this. Are our cities such an eyesore that he saw them and decided "fuck this shit" on the spot?

This isn't important but they established that Ghidorah was an alien--

--and I think that instead of doing GvK they should have done more with that because that was cool as fuck. Giant alien monsters, man. We could've had SPACE WHALES

Godzilla does not give a shit about humans

Like seriously he doesn't. He never attacks humans, even when they attack him, and he straight up just avoids them-- a scene from the first movie comes to mind, in which Godzilla, instead of just plowing straight through the ships, avoids them (somewhat). The only reason he destroyed the bridge was because he was getting shot at and he was fleeing. He does not retaliate in any way (this is important later)

Everyone is dumb as shit part 2

For the love of god stop shooting the Titans IT WILL NOT WORK YOU FUCKING NUKED GODZILLA IN KoM AND IT *HELPED* HIM

The main attraction: the slander of my dear boy, Mr. Zilla

Article 1: he would not fucking do that

WHY would he do that PLEASE he is smart he can get along with other species that are alphas we see that with Mothra (queen of monsters sounds pretty alpha-y to me)!!! This whole ancient rivalry thing seems REALLY dumb especially when you remember that he could've fought Kong anytime he wanted to (the dome was protecting him? He could sense the mech when it was underground, AND there's no way that there wasn't any time between waking Mr. Zilla with the nukes and getting the dome up in which he could've settled their rivalry)

In conclusion Mr. Zilla would not fucking do that because if he would actually fucking do it, he would have already

Article 2: mechagodzilla is kind of a dumb name and I hope it never ever shows up in the sequel

Hi. Do you think I am stupid? Is that it? Do you think I am so entranced by your silly little monsters that I don't notice your inconsistencies?

Let's review.

The mech has been activated before (evidenced by the eyeball). This, most likely, happened several times

Godzilla knew where the mech was and made a beeline towards it (Hong Kong). It's unclear whether this happens at the same that it activated for our little conspiracy theorist trio (I hate that guy), but I think it's implied to be

Godzilla can sense when the mech activates (probably because it's using Ghidorah's skull, which... I still don't understand)

Godzilla destroyed the facility at Pensacola for... mech reasons?

What does this tell us? It tells us this: they had Godzilla destroy the facility for still unknown reasons (something with the mech, I assume, although it's never explained what), just for funsies, and they failed to realize a glaring problem: that the mech has activated before, and if Godzilla really, truly, registered it as a threat, he would not have made a pit stop at Pensacola and would've headed straight for Hong Kong

Article 3: no humans should have been harmed in the making of this film

Godzilla's hostility towards humans REALLY pisses me off, because they turned him into "big lizard hates big monkey MUST FIGHT". Bitch you have established that a) Godzilla doesn't hurt humans because he doesn't care or (unlikely) has some fondness towards them and b) that he's intelligent. In one move, you threw this all away.

Kong and Godzilla's fight on the ships. Kinda dumb, tbh. My main problem with this is that Godzilla destroyed some of the ships, directly plowing through them, which is a kick in the face considering he deliberately avoided them in the first movie in a similar circumstance. They dumbed him down, reduced him to having such horrible hatred for Kong's species that he would directly contradict his earlier actions

Article 4: this one is directed personally at my dad

Godzilla is a giant nuclear lizard that can shoot laser beams out of his mouth and Kong is a big monkey. Godzilla would've won. Don't accuse me of favoritism when I'm right.

Anyway I'm stopping here because it's 3 am and I am Fucking Tired. Tldr; the only problems I have with the first two movies is "characters are a bit dumb sometimes but that's forgivable (killing Mothra wasn't)", and my problem with the third is that suddenly they decided that Kong was their golden child and Godzilla was a dumb lizard and decided to throw his entire character in the dumpster. Also wasted potential because seriously, GIANT SPACE MONSTERS

Is being really opinionated about Godzilla vs Kong stupid? Yes. Am I going to be? Also yes.

[sinner-as-saint]

I Am Your Fall.

Mob!Bucky x Ex-Spy!Reader

Run-through: You’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because... he would find you and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you. 

Themes: mob!bucky, smut, angst, fluff, Ex-Spy!Reader, slight daddy kink, guns

“The usual?” 

You nodded at the man in front of you with a faint smile as you took a seat at the bar. You kept the hood of your jacket up as you let out a quiet sigh. Moments later the bartender placed a glass half filled with whiskey and ice in front of you.

You whispered a ‘thank you’ and swirled the drink around in the glass before lifting it up to your lips and taking just the tiniest sip. You often came into this bar after work, just to feel normal again. You worked at a diner right around the corner; it was lowkey and shabby and didn’t attract many customers, neither did it pay well but you weren’t there for the money. 

Your last job, the one you had before ending up in Lowtown Madripoor, paid really well. So much so that you wouldn’t have to worry about money for a long, long time but you still had to blend in and pretend to be as normal as you could; hence the job at the diner. 

You thought of home as you took your second sip. You grew up in a nice family before joining the organization you worked for, as a spy. You let out a quiet little chuckle as you thought of how ever since you were a kid you wanted to grow up and catch bad guys. Which is exactly what you did as a spy. And you were great at your job, your organization couldn’t be prouder of your work. 

You took another sip. Everything was going great for you, until the day you were assigned to infiltrate the life of and take down the infamous mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. The day you heard that you were being sent to him, you were excited because James was notorious for a lot of bad things. You couldn’t wait to step inside his evil lair and take him down. What you didn’t know was that you would end up finding love right where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

You felt a strange knot in your gut as you thought of him. Bucky… 

Oh you had loved him despite his mean, dark demeanor. He was a cold-hearted man to the rest of the world, but only you got to see the warmer side of him. And you fell in love, harder, faster and deeper than you ever thought you could. It got to a point where you had to choose between either betraying your organization or betraying the man who shouldn’t have fallen in love with. That’s when you ran away, far from home. Far from your work which you loved so much, and far from him. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to betray him, nor did you have the courage to tell your people that you failed in an important mission all because you fell in love with the enemy. You knew what happened to people who betrayed Bucky, you had seen it. And you also knew what happened to spies and agents who betrayed the organization you worked for. Both of those situations weren’t ones you wished to find yourself in, so in order to save yourself, you ran. 

And now here you were. 

As you took another sip of your drink, you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand up out of nowhere as a shiver ran down your spine. You were being watched. During your training you were taught to absolutely trust your gut, and if you ever got the feeling that you were being watched it meant that there was a high chance that you actually were. 

Shit. 

You set your glass down and placed the money down beside it before slowly sliding off the stool and casually walking out of the bar. You made sure your hood was still up, and you tucked your hands in your pockets. Your fingertips gently felt the hand gun you always kept with you, just in case, secured at your waist under your jacket. 

You looked around, and so far no one was following you. The streets were busy given that it was a Friday night and you were sure that you could make it home safe because no one would attack you or anything in a crowd like this. 

You lived in a modest, 2-bedroom apartment. And you always took the fire escape at the back to get into your apartment because you didn’t trust the rusty elevator at the front, nor did you ever want to run into a neighbor or anyone by taking the stairs inside the building. The fire escape was discreet and lowkey. 

You entered your living room shortly and sensed that something was off. The air was colder somehow, and you never left any windows open. Ever. You shut the door behind you, not locking it. You gently took out your gun and held it out in front of you, at the ready. You moved stealthily, quietly. You knew which spots on the wooden flooring made the most noise so you avoided those. 

Someone was in here, you could tell. The air… it smelt different the further you walked into your apartment. You didn’t switch on any lights, you checked the kitchen first. Clear. The living room. Clear. The spare room. Clear. And your heart raced as you went into your bedroom. The door which normally always remained closed, was wide open. 

You couldn’t even run. Whatever it was, whoever it was you were gonna have to face it. You stepped into your room and with whatever little light was coming through the windows, you tried to scan the room. 

“Lower your gun, babygirl. You don’t need it. I’m not gonna hurt you, and I know you don’t wanna hurt me.” 

The sound of his voice had you frozen in the spot where you stood, a few feet away from your bed. The voice came from behind you. You slowly turned around, not lowering your gun and keeping it aimed right at him. It took you a few seconds to process everything. 

You could make out his silhouette as he stood in front of one of your bedroom windows. Tall, built, his metal arm glistening. He was here. You let out a shaky breath. He was here, he found you. 

You didn’t move from the spot that you were standing on. There was a time when whenever you saw him you’d run into his arms, and despite wanting to do just that even now, you knew you couldn’t. That was back then, this was different, wasn’t it? 

He sighed before moving, walking to the other side of the room to light a table lamp. The soft, golden light illuminated the room just enough. Your heart burned as you took in his appearance; dark suit as always, shorter hair, his metal arm just as intimidating and mean as always and his pretty blue eyes - the same ones you loved, belonging to a man who eventually became the reason why you had to leave your old life behind. 

Bucky was still; calm and composed as always. He was the kind of man who had mastered the art of looking completely steady even when he wasn’t. He could have a storm inside of him, or raging flames of anger but on the outside it would never show. He was as devious and subtle as a predator, moving with the grace and elegance of a ferocious but calculated animal. 

“You seriously thought that moving across the globe and changing your hair color would keep me away from you?” He sounded like he was mocking you. “Took me about almost a year, but I found you.” He walked towards you, making you envy the way he could move so effortlessly. You couldn’t read him. His face was… blank. Void of any emotion. 

He spoke again once he stood right in front of you. “Now, you’re gonna tell me why you ran away.” 

You remained quiet. He could tell you were thinking. He could always tell, he knew you too well. You made a makeshift plan in your head. If you were to shoot him in his arm, just to injure him enough to make him lose his focus, you could grab the emergency bag you always kept under your bed and run. But you didn’t want to hurt him. 

Also, how far would you go? Knowing Bucky, if he had made it to Madripoor he probably had his men surrounding this apartment building right now; all armed and ready to fight. He probably even had people from here all the way to Hightown; which meant that even if you ran from here right now you wouldn’t be able to make it out of Madripoor. 

Like you said earlier, he had found you. There was no way to run anymore. 

“I know you’re thinking about running again.” He teased, shoving his hands in his pockets, letting you know that he had his guard down; which meant that he had thought this through. “Maybe you have an emergency bag somewhere, or you plan on shooting at me to distract me and make a run for it.” He chuckled. “Trust me, you wouldn’t make it out of this apartment, babygirl. And even if by some miracle you did, I will burn this island to the ground to find you again.” 

Despite his tone being all calm, and almost monotonous you could hear the bitterness and the evil promise in his words. He was probably angry, he felt betrayed for sure, he was also frustrated given that he mentioned having searched for you for a year, he was also probably hungry for answers. 

You still remembered that night you left. Your people at work had been pestering you to hand over information and sending you all sorts of threats if you didn’t, but you also could no longer lie and manipulate Bucky, because you loved him. So you left in the middle of the night, leaving your old life, your job, the man you loved, your family, everything behind. 

No notes, no messages, nothing. You and him had been together for a little over a year at that point. And you just snuck out of a one year relationship with no explanation. It was wrong you’d admit, and Bucky had every right to be hurt and angry. 

“Answer me. Why did you run? Why did you leave out of nowhere? And didn’t you go back to your people like the good little spy you are? Why Madripoor?” 

So he knew about your past. You could only imagine what he did to the organization you used to work for when he found them. 

“How did you find me?” You knew how much he hated it when people answered a question with another question. You were surprised when he answered instead of being even more pissed off. 

“It took a lot of people, a lot of bullets and a lot of patience to track you down.” He chuckled. “I must say, you’re good at whatever games you play. But I’m gonna need you to stop for a moment, and give me the answers I need.” He took a small step forward, reducing the distance between you and him. “Why?” 

Such a broad question, why. 

“I had to.” You gave him the most vague answer ever. 

He scoffed. “Okay, let me make this easier for you. Let’s start with, what’s your real name?” 

You almost rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down at the moment. Not when you couldn’t even figure out what he was here for. 

“You know my name.” 

Of course he did, he had moaned it so many times in bed. 

He gave you his signature smirk, the one who captured the hearts of many including yours. “I’m assuming that since you’re a spy everything which comes out of your pretty mouth is a lie. So what is your name?” 

You corrected him. “I used to be a spy. I don’t do that anymore. And I didn’t lie about my name. I didn’t lie about many things.” You looked him dead in the eyes when you said so. You wondered if he thought that you lied when you said you loved him. That was real. 

He scoffed. “I’d beg to differ.” 

“You plan on killing me?” You asked, thinking that now would be a good time to know whether or not you would be dying tonight. 

“No.” 

“Then why are you here, Bucky? Why did you look for me for a year, why are you halfway across the globe right now if you don’t plan on killing me for betraying you? What do you want?” 

“You.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your weapon. You still couldn’t read him. 

He spoke up again, “Why didn’t you lead your people to me? Why didn’t you finish your job?” 

“You might have actually done just that yourself. If you were able to find me, so could they. They probably have eyes on right now. By coming here you just-,”

He cut you off. “They don’t have eyes on you. No one does.” He answered confidently. 

“You don’t know that. You-,” 

He cut you off yet again, he smirked, “Oh I do know, babygirl. I know because I… dealt with each and every last one of them. The people you used to work for, the whole organization, it doesn’t exist anymore I made sure of that. You see, I’ve been quite busy this past year. Between dealing with your people, dealing with my own and playing hide and seek with you.” 

You froze again. Dealt with? “And how exactly did you deal with the organization?” 

“I watched it burn.” He answered, proudly. 

Oh. “You plan on doing the same with me? After your little Q and A, you’re gonna just… deal with me?” 

He fake gasped and placed his metal hand over his chest as though surprised. “I would never do that to you. You see, unlike you I didn’t lie when I said I loved you.” 

That caught you by surprise. You said nothing, pretending like that confession didn’t make your heart race. 

“I’m gonna ask one more time, why did you run?” His tone was cold. 

You scoffed. “I didn’t think you’d be understanding regarding the whole situation. If you ever found out who I was, let’s be real, you’d kill me right where I stood. And I could no longer go back to my people because they would force me to lead them to you.” 

He raised his eyebrows, then chuckled. “You protected me? What for?” 

I didn’t lie when I said I loved you either. “I didn’t want to manipulate or lie. I didn’t want to infiltrate lives and be dishonest. I didn’t want to have to live a double life any longer. I needed freedom, I needed a way out. So I came here.” You paused. “I’m not proud of what I did to you.” You added. 

You lowered your eyes once you finished talking. Bucky moved closer to you, he reached out and grabbed your chin with his metal hand, tilting your head back gently until you looked into his stormy, ocean blue eyes. You hated how you still couldn’t read him. Was he angry or no? 

“Are you lying right now?” He whispered, and smirked knowing it would piss you off. You pushed his hand away. He chuckled, leaning into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke and it sent shivers down your spine, “Let’s play a game.” He pulled away and took a few steps back. “You love games, don’t you babygirl?” 

Your heart raced. Oh this can’t be good… 

He took some more steps back and then pulled out his gun; the shiny golden one he loved the most out of the arsenal he owned. He aimed it at you, smirking. “I’m gonna ask you some questions and as long as you answer truthfully, I won’t shoot.” 

You remained very still. You hated to admit it, but there was something so immorally powerful about him when he handled his guns. You remember back when you two were together, you could spend hours watching him clean his guns; his favorite toys he called them. Bucky always told you that he believed that weapons shouldn’t be intimidating, but the person handling them should. 

In his case, it was true. Just looking at him made your body throb for a moment. You tried not to let it show but judging by the smug look on his face you could tell that he knew exactly how you felt. 

You knew he would never shoot you.

Bucky Barnes was, afterall, a cunning man who knew how to toy with one’s head. He could have easily taken your gun away from you, could have tied you down on a chair and interrogated you until you gave in. But no, by doing this he was letting you think that you still had some control over this. He knew he had given you the chance, you could’ve easily shot him the moment you walked into the room. But you didn’t. You chose not to. And he knew that. 

You almost smirked when you put it all together. He wasn’t here for answers, because he already had them. He just wanted to hear it from you. He wanted you to verbally say it. He was here for this dark, twisted game of his. 

“Fine.” You agreed. 

He cocked his gun, the sound rang in your ears and it reminded you of the times you pretended not to know shit about guns and had him teach you how to aim. He had done so with a lot of patience and a lot of kisses. 

“How much did you tell your people about me?” He asked. 

You could tell he was easing into it. “I stopped feeding them information after the first six months. I told them it would be risky to keep meeting up with them in secrecy, and that I would soon come back with everything I can gather about you. But I never did.” 

He seemed pleased with that answer. “Of course you didn’t. Instead you ran away.” He watched you cautiously, “How many people know you’re here?” 

“No one does, except for you.” 

That was true. You couldn’t risk going back to your family, not when you were certain that the moment you stepped foot outside of Madripoor your people would find you. 

“Why Madripoor?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You could’ve easily hid in the country itself given your… skills.” He knew just where to poke you to make it hurt. “Then why here?” 

“Anonymity. No one knows or cares about who you are or where you come from here. Also because I knew that neither the organization nor you had any connections here whatsoever.” You paused. “Clearly I was wrong.” 

He got really serious, clenching and unclenching his jaw. “Why didn’t you just tell me the truth then? If you couldn’t trust your people at the time, why not turn to me?” 

His question made you chuckle. “I already told you, you would’ve killed me.” 

“And I already told you that I-,” he cut himself off and took a breath. “Why didn’t you trust me?” 

You stared into his eyes, looking. Searching for something you once saw in them. Love, for you. There was a time when he would look at you with nothing but adoration and love. Now he was angry, hurt, frustrated, his power challenged. 

“Because I’ve seen what you do to people who betray you. I knew how much loyalty mattered to you. And I… I couldn’t have possibly looked you in the eyes and tell you that I’ve been lying and manipulating you for a whole year, and that I was sent to take you down.” 

It hurt to say it out loud. 

“You ran because you were scared of me? Of what I would do to you if I found out?” He didn’t bother hiding the hurt. He wasn’t calm and composed anymore, he was visibly troubled. Jaws clenched, fingers tightening around his gun, eyes shooting daggers at you. “Answer me!” He raised his voice out of nowhere and you jumped. 

You lowered your gaze to the floor. In all those years, be it during training or even while on missions, you had never succumbed in any way when a weapon, no matter the size, was aimed at you. Yet now, you could feel your hands starting to shake just a little. 

“Yes. I ran because I was scared of you.” You answered, not having the courage to look up at him. 

He was quiet for four seconds - you know because you counted them - before he lowered his gun and shot at the wooden floor, several feet away from your legs. The sound made you flinch and groan, not in fear but in annoyance. He was breaking you, he was getting everything he wanted out of you. You were giving in, too easily. You hated it. 

“Liar!” He growled and walked right over to you, quickly. His eyes reflected the anger and frustration he felt inside. He placed the barrel of his gun right under your chin. The cold metal made you shiver, mainly because you still remembered that his metal arm felt the same way against your warm skin. “I said no lies.” 

He used the gun to tilt your head back, making you look up into his eyes. He spoke up again, “You ran because you love me, and you couldn’t live with yourself after betraying me. You chose not to lead your people to me, because how could you? How could you do that when you fell in love with the enemy?” Bucky chuckled, removing his gun from your chin and replacing it with his metal hand. 

He leaned in so close that when he spoke next, his lips brushed against yours. “You chose to run away rather than give them what they wanted, because they wanted my fall. You ran from me because you couldn’t admit, nor accept that you cared too much about me.” He chuckled. “You did all of this not because you were scared of me, but because you were scared of them since you had failed in a mission.” He shrugged. “That’s understandable, given you fell in love with the one they sent you to ruin.” 

Your eyes watered. He broke you, finally. He said everything you’ve been avoiding to tell yourself over this past year. And he was right about everything. You were quiet. You didn’t have anything to say to him. 

He spoke up again. “I know for a fact that you knew I would never, ever hurt you. Betrayal or no betrayal.” 

“Buck…” You whispered, your voice cracked as you held back a sob. You felt a single tear slide down your cheek. 

His hand moved from your chin, down to your waist. He pulled you closer, pressing his body to yours. The feeling of his built, taut body against yours brought back memories you weren’t sure you could ever forget. 

“Say it.” He demanded, looking down at your lips, then back into your eyes. His scent filled your senses. He was all you could, and wanted, to focus on. “Tell me I’m right. Tell me the truth you’ve been running from.” He leaned in, as though he was going for a kiss. “Tell me you love me.”

“Bucky, I…” you almost choked on another sob you couldn’t let out. You wanted to tell that you loved him. But the words wouldn’t come out. Something was stopping you; worry or fear or just guilt. 

It was guilt. 

He scoffed. “Too proud? Too self-righteous to admit that the good little spy fell in love with the bad guy?” He pressed his forehead to yours as he walked the two of you back, towards your bed. You knew what he was doing, and you didn’t stop him. “Admit it, babygirl,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear and you felt goosebumps all over your body, “Or maybe I should remind you…” 

Bucky pushed you down on your bed, and he hovered over you supporting himself with one hand while the metal one held his gun right above your face. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl lately.” He murmured, gently lowering his gun and brushing the barrel against your lips, then slowly dragged it down your skin. “Did you think you could hide from me forever?” 

He dragged the tip of his gun all the way down till your thighs, making you tremble. His eyes stared down into yours as he carelessly tossed his gun aside and brought his metal hand over to your mouth again. 

“Do you know how bad I’ve missed you?” He mumbled, tracing your mouth with his cold fingers. For a moment he forgot why he was here in the first place. 

You shivered under his touch. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I never meant to-,” 

He scoffed, cutting you off. “Shut up, babygirl.” He had a mean smirk on his face. “You’ve been bad. And what did daddy tell you about babygirls who misbehave?” His calm demeanor could fool anyone. Anyone but you. 

You knew him too well. You could tell he was burning inside, agitated. Like a wounded predator, planning his next attack. There was no escaping him now. Not that you truly wanted to. 

“They get punished.” You whispered quietly as he tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb. The simple gesture reminded you of all those times spent with him; the nights you spent in his bed, in his arms… 

He chuckled. “Exactly. Now come on, you have a lot to make up for.” He pulled away, and stood up straight at the end of your bed. “Take your clothes off. All of it.” 

The sound of his authoritative voice had your thighs clenching together to try and alleviate the sweet pain in between your legs. That tone of his was a weakness of yours, and he knew it. 

You hesitated only for a moment, but the longer he stared into your eyes the warmer your body felt, and all you wanted to do was to get rid of all that you were wearing. You took your jacket off first, followed by the long sleeved shirt underneath it. You scooted forward, sitting on the edge of the bed to take the rest of your clothes off; shoes, skirt, stockings which left you in your matching set of black underwear. 

You looked up at him, waiting for further instructions. 

“I said, all of it.” He let his eyes roam your body for a moment and then he spoke up again, “Don’t be shy baby, I’ve seen it all before, haven’t I?” 

He had done so much more than just seeing it all. You held his stare as you took your underwear off and had to fight the urge to throw it at his face just for the hell of it. 

“Good girl.” He whispered. “Now lie down, spread those legs for me. Show me what’s mine.” 

The crudeness of his words would’ve surely made you blush if you didn’t know just how vulgar and dirty he could really get, this was nothing. 

You did just as he asked. You held yourself up on your elbows, still holding his stare. Bucky eyed you like you were a warm meal and he was a starving man. There was nothing but lust and mischief in his eyes. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

You felt your face get really hot for a moment as your heartbeats rang in your ears. “What?” The question just slipped out before you could stop yourself. 

Bucky smirked. “You heard me. Use your pretty fingers and touch yourself. I assume you thought of me each time you… tended to your needs over these past many, many months. I’m sure you missed me,” he chuckled, just as cocky as you expected him to be, “Or at least you missed having my cock buried deep inside of you. Hmm?”  

You studied his face for a moment. Your emotions were shifting; from guilt to annoyance to shame to lust. And you hated how well he had you figured out. “How do you know I haven’t had someone else tending to my needs instead?” You asked, quickly realizing that this wasn’t an ideal situation to be the brat you used to be back then. 

Bucky let out a little laugh; a hot and evil laugh. “No one will ever satisfy you like I do.” He shoved both of his hands in his pockets. “Even if you did, for some reason, fool around with someone here I assure you they won't be breathing for long.” He responded with a straight face. “You are mine. Nobody touches what’s mine and lives.” 

That speech shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. 

“Now come on, be a good girl and do as you’re told.” He spoke softly. “Show me how you touched yourself when I wasn’t here to take care of you.” 

Your hands moved on their own; caressing your inner thighs before placing your fingers right over your clit. The look in his eyes made your walls clench around nothing. Your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath as you toyed with your clit, smearing your wetness around before slowly rubbing down your folds and slipping past your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already. Your other hand toyed with your nipple, twisting and tugging. 

Needless to say, Bucky was hard just looking at you. 

You stared into his eyes as you gasped in pleasure as your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you. You whined as you fingered yourself, thinking about the last time he touched you – all those months back, on the same night that you left him. And how lovely his mouth felt against your body. Whining in need and frustration, the palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your middle finger slipped in and out of you. 

“Bucky…” you whimpered. 

He just stood there and smirked. “Faster. And don’t you dare cum.” 

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. “Fuck…” Your own touch took you higher, and higher, and you were on the edge. 

“Stop.” He ordered, moving closer to you but not touching you yet. “Add another finger.” He waited until you did, whimpering as you pushed another finger in. “Good girl, now fuck your little cunt faster for me.” He leaned over and traced your lips with his cold, metal finger, his touch was agonizingly slow. He was so close, but he still wasn’t touching you like you desperately needed him to. 

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. Bucky smirked when he saw how you were struggling to keep quiet. He noticed the way your body squirmed, and he knew you too well so he could tell that you were so close to coming undone. 

“Poor baby,” he cooed, “Is it hard?” he taunted, his fake concern morphing into an evil, handsome and sly smile. “Is it frustrating to not be allowed to have something you so desperately want? Hmm?” 

“Buck… please,” you whined, releasing your swollen lip from your teeth. Your body felt hot, and you needed to just let go and come undone. 

“Stop.” He ordered, shamelessly ignoring your pleas. You stopped, and pulled your hand away from in between your legs. He knelt on your bed, in between your legs. You tried to look away but he grabbed your chin before you could turn your face to the side. He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, not saying anything. Eventually he spoke up, “What do I do with you?” 

You stared at him, a thousand thoughts in your head. “You’re crazy.” You spat, hoping to rile him up. 

He just chuckled softly. “You did this to me.” He sounded bitter, and hurt. He leaned in to brush his lips against yours, making your heart race, “Thoughts of you were messing with my head for the past year.” He confessed, and you felt your heart hurt. “People think I’m cruel, clearly they haven’t had their heart broken by you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, or maybe apologize, or perhaps you’d say something which would piss him off even more but before you could, his mouth was on yours. He kissed you with passion, but also pent up anger and frustration. He was conflicted, so were you. Both of your pride were hurt, egos bruised but your hearts still yearned for each other. Nothing could change that. 

Before you could process anything, Bucky was kissing down your body; you were a whimpering mess by the time he kissed along your inner thighs. He chuckled darkly when you let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently. Like he used to when he was madly in love with you. 

“Your body remembers me, babygirl.” He seemed proud of that. 

You hated how you couldn’t resist him. You hated how you didn’t even try to. You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds. His hand found yours and he laced his metal fingers with yours while his other hand rubbed up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look down at him, but you were sure he looked enticing with his plump, pink lips on your wet heat; your arousal dripping down his chin and coating his lips as he devoured you. You heard him growl before he bit down on the soft skin at your inner thighs to get your attention. 

“Look at me.” He mumbled. And when you didn’t obey him right away, you earned yourself a gentle smack on your thigh, which only made you squirm even more; causing you to accidentally grind against his mouth. He chuckled again. “Impatient, are we?” 

You supported yourself up on your elbows finally, and looked down at him. His handsome face in between your thighs was a sight you weren’t sure you would ever get used to. You could feel his warm breath fanning your wet skin occasionally as he stared into your eyes until you couldn’t handle the intensity of his stare. 

Bucky held your stare as he attached his lips to your core again, making you whimper in pleasure. He wasn’t planning on stopping until you beg him to. He had missed you, your taste. He had missed this; your warmth and your soft whimpers as he teased you with his tongue. 

“Do you wanna cum for me, babygirl?” He asked, before pressing his lips back against your wet folds. 

You nodded, quickly. “Yes, please…” your legs had begun shaking just a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit. But the way his lips lifted into a smirk gave away that his answer would only disappoint you. 

“No, you’re not allowed to cum.” He cooed, playfully. “Not so easily.” He whispered before he got back to teasing your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue; relishing your taste and humming in pleasure as he ate you out. He let out a little laugh, “I forgot how good you taste.” 

You moaned out loud as your back arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you. You weren’t sure how long you could take this sweet torture. Your fingers tightened around his and he chuckled against your skin. 

“What is it baby, you can’t take it? Hmm? All that sass, all those mind games and now you can’t even handle my tongue?” 

He taunted you before getting back to teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your body tingled and you felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs. You were sure he could see the tears of frustration escaping your eyes, falling down your warm cheeks. 

“Please…” you moaned pathetically. 

He licked around your clit one last time before pulling away and kissing his way up your body again. The twisted side of him loved the way you whined when you realized he wasn’t gonna let you cum so easily. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan and forget how to breathe with just one kiss. 

When he pulled away to look at you he smiled at the mess you were. Lips swollen, and bruised with how many times you or him bit down on it. Red marks all over your neck, bite marks along your inner thigh, and your arousal dripping out of you. He quickly placed his fingers where his mouth had been earlier, teasing your clit before shoving two fingers inside of you and stroking your walls so slowly that you were losing your mind. 

“Why won’t you admit it?” he kissed along your cheek and reached your ear where he whispered, “Are you that proud? That heartless?” Judging by his tone you could tell that his emotions were wavering as well. “I searched the whole world to find you.” His fingers sped up as he spoke, your moans got more frequent and holding them back became much more difficult. “And now you’re still gonna be a stubborn, disrespectful brat?” 

The bitterness in his tone woke something inside of you. Did he not realize that you’re not exactly pleased with what you had to do? Did he not understand? Pissed, your annoyance mirroring his, you pushed his hand away and pushed him down on the bed. He wasn’t expecting it so he went down rather easily. You got on top of him, straddling his waist, ignoring the nudity, and stared down at him. 

“Enough! You can’t just walk in here and do or say whatever the fuck you want.” Your sudden outburst took him by surprise. Part of him had always loved it when you got a little aggressive. “I’m not proud of what I did. That’s why I left, the guilt was killing me. It still kills me, every single day. I haven’t had the best year of my life since I left you either. I had to leave my homeland, my family, and I… I had to leave you.” 

He remained quiet. 

“I moved to a place where I knew no one. I’ve been alone for the past year, living amongst strangers, no friends, no family, nothing! All because I couldn’t let them get to me. You were right, because if my people found me they would somehow find a way to get the information they needed and they would’ve surely taken you down. You would’ve never seen it coming.” You sniffled, realizing that you were tearing up again. 

Bucky had, surprisingly, nothing to say. You went on. 

“You want answers? There you have it then. I couldn’t just stay and watch myself become that reason for your fall. I couldn’t let that happen to you, because I love you too much. When I realized I loved you, I panicked. I ran because I didn’t know what else to do, or how to keep them away from you. And I am so sorry for what I did. I understand if you-,”

He cut your long speech off by sitting up and grabbing you just in time before you lost your balance, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and let him hold you, kiss you like he wanted to for so long. His kiss was gentle this time, careful, loving. His metal hand ran up and down your spine slowly as his other hand grabbed you and pulled you close to him by your butt.  

He slowly pulled away and his heart felt like it tore in half at the sight of your teary face. He had been so busy being heartbroken after you left that he didn’t even take a minute to consider this perspective. He was too hurt to even think properly. 

“You could’ve just told me the truth. I would’ve handled them. I would’ve done anything for you, I… I would’ve done whatever it took to keep you safe. You know that, right?” Bucky finally spoke up, sounding much more emotional than he thought he ever could. 

Truth is, before meeting you he always thought that he was incapable of love. But then you walked into his life and everything changed for the better. So when he lost you, without any explanation, he went insane. 

You sighed. “I was scared. I didn’t understand, I thought I was doing the right thing. I was hurting too. You think disappearing out of your life and leaving you behind without saying a proper goodbye was easy?” Your voice cracked as you fought back a sob. “How many times do I have to-,” 

He cut you off. Once he saw the tears accumulating along your water line again. “Okay, okay shh. I just got you back, I don’t wanna fight.” He mumbled, pressing his forehead to yours. 

You sniffled, your heart skipping a beat as his body heat wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you. Every day. I missed you so much. I couldn’t risk reaching out to you to even apologize, I was so scared. I… I didn’t…,” your sentence ended in a whisper, you didn’t know how to articulate your thoughts too well. 

He tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay, baby. Everything is fine now, I found you.” 

You were quiet for a while, enjoying his calming touch and processing all that happened since you stepped inside your apartment tonight. “Are you mad at me?” you asked, seeking to find some sort of sense in all that just happened. 

He sighed, and kissed your forehead. “I was. When I woke up the next morning after you left, I was confused, hurt. Then you didn’t show up for a couple more days and I had my people look you up, and I was told that you were a spy.” His words made you feel uneasy and ashamed of your past. “I was broken, but I never knew what a heartbreak feels like so instead all I felt was anger. But despite all of it, all I wanted was to have you back. Then I found the organization you worked for, and I made sure to destroy it. Since then I’ve been looking for you like a madman.” 

He pulled away to look at you. You managed to look up into his eyes without tearing up again. “I’m sorry.” You whispered. 

He pulled you closer. “I’m sorry too.” 

“I love you.” 

Bucky smiled at you. “Say it again.” 

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you. I love you so much and I’m sorry. For everything. I just… I just want you back, please.” 

He leaned in for a kiss, whispering against your lips, “I’m right here, babygirl.” He gently turned to the side and laid you back down on the bed. “I’ve got you now,” he mumbled, pulling away to take his suit jacket off, then his shirt. He tossed both somewhere on the floor and bent down to kiss you again. He kissed down your neck, leisurely; taking his time on you as he unzipped his pants. 

“Buck…” you groaned as he teased you with the soft, feathery touch of his lips. He had been teasing you for so long now, you couldn’t take anymore. Your body felt burning hot again, you needed him. Bad. You needed him like you needed air. 

“Yes, baby?” He asked, kissing down your cleavage; pretending he doesn’t know that you were practically shaking in need. 

You whined, sliding your finger into his dark, soft hair. “I need you. Please, I need you. Now.” You spoke through gritted teeth by the end, tugging at the roots of his hair. 

He chuckled. “So aggressive.” He murmured, kissing up your neck until he reached your mouth. He noticed the way you had unintentionally, gradually parted your legs to accommodate him; your naked body squirming under him, your bare chest pressing up against his, your body heat mixing with his. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby…” he whispered as he lowered his underwear just enough to free his cock. He was rock hard.

You were a whimpering mess by the time he aligned his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs further apart to give him more room. With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. You heard his ragged breaths as he seated himself completely inside you and waited, giving your body time to adjust to him. 

He could still make you tremble in pleasure just like the first time he touched you. Bucky held back his moans and growls as he felt your warmth wrap around him so perfectly. He clenched his jaw as he relished the feeling of being inside of you, finally. 

“Is this what you needed, babygirl?” he asked, looking down at you, and gently grabbing your face, causing you to look up at him. 

You couldn’t talk given how full you were. You just stared at him with parted lips, breathing heavily. Bucky smirked, pulling out just a little before pushing back into you again. You closed your eyes and moaned, arching your back off the surface of the bed again. 

He smirked as he looked down at you. “You waited, didn’t you? You waited only for daddy to stretch you out like this. I know you didn’t let anyone touch you while I wasn’t here.” He remained still as he leaned into your ear, whispering, “The way you’re clenching around my cock right now gives it away.” He chuckled, proud. 

Your face burned. He knew you too well. 

Bucky leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth while he began moving in and out of you. He sped up gradually, rocking his hips against yours; his hand reached up to grab your chin gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. 

He stretched you out deliciously, perfectly. Filling you up and reaching all the right places as he went. He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he moaned and growled right against your mouth, clenching his jaw or occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke as he sped up into you again. You could whine senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. 

He leaned down to push his face into your neck as he lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you. “Fuck…” he moaned as you clenched hard around him. He down for a moment just to hear you moan wantonly before he sped up again, fucking you relentlessly. “You’re mine. Only mine, you hear me?” 

You nodded, or at least tried to.  

The louder you got, the closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “Your little cunt is mine. Only mine.” He spoke through messy kisses; growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “Only I can fuck you like this, you hear me?” Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room. 

Bucky was all you could focus on. The sound of his voice. His body pressing down on yours. His cock inside you. Your walls began to clench tighter around him. His moans, his hot breath against your cheek, his messy kisses. Just him. You had missed him so terribly, and only now did you wonder how in the world did you survive so long without him? 

He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Please, Buck…” you whined, begging pathetically and unable to arrange your words or your thoughts any better. “Please…” 

Your eyes were droopy in lust. His eyes were too as he stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Please what, babygirl?” 

His pretty blue eyes put you under a trance. “Please, can I cum?” 

Bucky caressed your cheek with his knuckles, his metal hand holding him up above you. He didn’t know how he managed to survive without you all these months. He was barely living without you. He looked down at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. 

“Go on, baby. Cum for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, Bucky kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even as you came, and your face burned as you felt a familiar knot forming again right at your core.

He fucked into you relentlessly. “Fuck…” He panted and groaned at how good you felt around him; wet and warm all for him. Your walls clenched around him violently and your body arched off the bed. 

You felt your second release approaching even before you could recover from the first one. Your leg around his waist was numb but you still wanted more of what he had to give. You would take whatever he gave you in that moment, given you had gone so long without him. 

You felt your mind getting foggy again. His large frame hovering above you as he fucked deeper into you, just a little more. “Cum for me again, baby.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him. Your body trembled as you came for the second time, walls tightening around his length, gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well.

You felt his thrust getting sloppy and irregular until he came to a stop and just groaned as he came violently. His warm cum filled you up and some of it trickled out of you when he carefully removed his cock from your entrance.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, catching his breath before pulling you into him. You were slightly shaking as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your skin wherever he could, murmuring sweet nothings. 

“You okay, babe?” he asked after a few minutes of just holding you in his arms, in silence; both of you just enjoying each other’s warmth and presence. 

You nodded, placing your arm over his chest and scooting closer to him, pressing up against his side. 

You both remained quiet for a while longer. Thinking about the past, and the future. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” You asked, your brain starting to overthink again. 

Bucky sighed. “Baby I couldn’t stay mad at you even if you intentionally stabbed me through the heart and watched me bleed to death.” 

You took a second to process what he just spoke of, and you made a face at him, showing your horror and concern, which then made him laugh out loud. “You’re sick.” You muttered, placing a gentle kiss to his metal arm. The cold metal against your lips reminded of somewhere you desperately wanted to be - home. 

He shrugged, pulling you closer. “Yeah. Also cruel, devious and pure evil. But you love me nonetheless.” He teased. 

You smiled, your worn out body snuggled up against him. You felt your eyelids drooping as sleep slowly took over you. Today has been a lot. “I do.” You spoke softly. 

Bucky looked down and saw that you were slowly drifting off to sleep. He adjusted the covers so that you were well covered with the warm blankets. He tucked you in and wrapped his arms around you protectively, as though you might slip away from his grasp again. 

“I love you, babygirl. Sleep tight, we’re going home soon.” 

You didn’t respond so he figured you must have fallen asleep. While he hugged your sleeping figure, he thought back on everything you said tonight. Your biggest fear was that you might end up being the reason for his fall. But little did you know that ultimately, you had been the only reason he knew what truly falling in love was like.

[connan-l]

There was this theory going around when Higurashi Reiwa was first announced about how Sakiko could actually be Shion and Satoshi’s daughter, but because they died/disappeared for X reason Satoko then adopted her, and I admit that even now I’m still very attached to it.

Because the thing is that, like a lot of people Satoko’s portrayal and situation in Reiwa really bothers me. Technically speaking, I don’t think there’s something inherently wrong with the perspective of her marrying some random person in adulthood or even for it to be a man (like, personally I definitely see Satoko as a lesbian since GouSotsu, but canonically it’s never been confirmed so Bi Satoko is still an option), but it still feel very... off to make an entire sequel series like Gou/Sotsu/Meguri that very much focuses on her explicit romantic feelings for her female friend with taking a lot of codes from yuri/queer stories, and then ending this with her having a very Normal Nuclear Family; even if it is in some parallel fragment it can’t help but leave a sour taste in my mouth.

Satoko in Reiwa just manages to makes me sad because the manga so far only portrayed her as being A Mom or A Wife, doing a job that genuinely don’t feel like her at all, and being married to a man where I don’t see what she would like about him. I’ve seen people argue that it does makes sense for Satoko to try to find this kind of stability post-canon; get married into a 'safe' family like the Kimiyoshis, who are obviously well-established and important within the village (so that it guarantees her acceptance and place in Hinamizawa), and have a kid before the others to solidify this, which, yeah, I agree --- in a way it could be a pretty interesting concept to explore. But that’s still in the perspective of if this takes place in a depressing future where Satoko never got over and confront her issues/trauma, and I very much doubt that this is something Ryukishi ever intended to explore in Reiwa at all --- or, even something that he actually intended period, I think he just wanted a next generation of kids and that’s how it ended up. (Reiwa isn’t finished, so it could still surprises me, but given the story has been very much focused on the kids so far I really doubt we’ll get this kind of insight about the adults.)

But anyway, to comes back to what I wanted to say, all of this asides I never really saw Satoko as someone who would become a mother or really want to be one. I don’t think she’d be opposed to it; and I can see an argument made for it because she’s someone who does love nurturing and taking care of her loved ones, and there could be something very meaningful about her becoming a parent and navigating this with her own past family trauma and let her heal that way. But, in an ideal world where she gets to adulthood as a more balanced, happy person, I don’t think she’d go out of her way to become a parent because she’d feel fine and safer with the family she already has with her (Satoshi, Shion, Rika and the others).

That’s why I think the only way I could see Satoko becoming a mother would be if that happens because of something out of her control where she ends up with an Accidental Child Acquisition; hence having to adopt her niece because Satoshi and Shion aren’t available. That would makes the whole situation sooo angsty but also so heartwarming, for Satoko to experience motherhood specifically in this situation, and how it’d specifically parallel her own circumstances as a child where she had to go live with her aunt and uncle after her parents’ death; and there could be so much to explore and potential to make her relationship with Sakiko both very compelling and complicated as a result of this? (Admittedly, there also could be a discussion about whether or not Satoshi would like being a father as well; it’s interesting that apparently in Reiwa, Satoshi and Shion are together but they’re the only couple without kids. I do think he’d have lots of hangups about parenthood as well because of his own trauma and how he essentially got a big part of his childhood robbed because of parentification; but that’s another topic.)

With this version, I also really love the idea that Satoshi and Shion actually named Sakiko after their baby sister...

I could totally see that when Shion announced her pregnancy, Satoko would’ve felt very happy for them but at the same time the perspective of them having a baby would suddenly make her abandonment issues kick in; because obviously that’d means she wouldn’t be Satoshi and Shion’s priority anymore and wouldn’t get to have her nii-nii and nee-nee’s undivided attention and love like she used to. And of course she’d hate herself for feeling that way and try to makes herself out to be the best aunt for the future baby...

But then Satoshi and Shion actually notices this, and then tells they’re going to name the baby after her because she’s the most important and bravest person they know and they want their daughter to takes after her the most in that :’)

Anyway it just got me thinking that it’s sad that Reiwa decided to go with every club members except Rika (and Rena kind of, given she’s a divorcee single mom) having very traditional families because I think them having more extended, patchwork families fits the original club members and their dynamic more.