• Syndrome (Buddy): A former superhero fan who turned villain, now focused on his grand plans for world domination. He is intelligent, manipulative, and often childish in his desires and actions.
• Reader (Wife): Syndrome's supportive yet yearning wife, who desires a more personal future with him, including raising a family. She is loving, compassionate, and hopeful, though her dreams are not always aligned with Buddy's.
Trigger Warnings:
• Emotional Conflict: Themes of disappointment, unrequited desires, and emotional distance in a relationship.
• Dismissive Behavior: The husband (Syndrome) dismisses his wife’s desires for children, leading to emotional tension.
• Isolation: The wife feels alone and unsupported in her hopes for the future.
• Manipulation: While not overtly abusive, there are instances where Syndrome's behavior is self-centered, leaving his wife emotionally isolated.
• Heartache: The wife experiences a deep sense of sadness and unfulfilled longing after a difficult conversation.
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The grand dining room was bathed in the soft, golden light of chandeliers, the gentle hum of the evening bringing a sense of calm after the day’s chaotic plans. Syndrome—Buddy, as she fondly called him—sat across from his wife, enjoying the rare quiet that came after hours of scheming. His eyes held a familiar gleam of satisfaction, the kind he always wore after advancing his plans for global domination. Still, tonight felt different. His wife seemed... distant.
She set her wine glass down carefully, her hands fidgeting with the stem as she looked up at him with a kind of seriousness he wasn’t used to seeing.
"Buddy," she began, her voice quieter than usual. "I’ve been thinking."
His curiosity piqued, he leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Thinking about what?" he asked, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. "What’s got you so serious tonight? Planning another world takeover, perhaps?"
She smiled softly, but the amusement didn't quite reach her eyes. "No," she said, her tone more earnest now. "I’ve been thinking about us, about the future. About what comes next... after everything."
Syndrome raised an eyebrow, intrigued but slightly confused. "What do you mean?" He motioned to their luxurious surroundings—the mansion, the technology, the empire they were building together. "We’ve got everything we could ever need, sweetheart. What’s left?"
Her gaze softened as she clasped her hands together, taking a deep breath. "I want a family. I want children," she said, her voice firm but laced with a quiet hope. "I want to be a mother. With you."
The words hung in the air like an unexpected weight, and Buddy blinked, momentarily caught off guard. His mind raced. Children? Family? He had never once considered such a thing. His focus had always been on his plans, his genius, his legacy. A child didn’t fit into that picture, did it?
He let out a small, nervous laugh, trying to brush it off as some sort of joke. "You’re kidding, right?" he asked, narrowing his eyes, searching her face for any sign of sarcasm. "After everything we’ve been through, after all the plans, you want kids? Do you really think now’s the time for that? A family, with us?"
She didn’t laugh. Didn’t brush it off. Her expression remained soft but serious, her eyes steady. "Yes, Buddy. I want a family. I want to raise our child, build something more with you. A future... with us, together."
Buddy’s mind swirled as he processed her words. A family? It felt so... ordinary, so mundane, something he never thought he would desire. He had spent his life carving his path, proving his worth, creating chaos. The thought of raising a child seemed far removed from everything he stood for.
"You don’t have to stop everything," she continued gently, noticing his hesitation. "We don’t have to give up our goals. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I want us to build something that’s ours—our family. I want to be a mother with you. That’s all."
Her sincerity struck him. But he wasn’t sure he could ever want the same thing. "Look," he said, shaking his head as he pushed the thought away. "I’ve got enough on my plate as it is. Why would we want to complicate things with a kid? It’s just not something I’ve ever seen us doing. I mean, we’re not exactly... traditional people, are we?"
His wife fell quiet, her eyes dropping to the table. She tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her lips. She had known this conversation would be difficult, but the weight of his dismissal still stung. She just wanted him to understand—to see that she wasn’t asking him to change, but to share in something more.
Buddy, sensing the silence lingering between them, waved his hand dismissively. "Look, let’s just drop it. We’ve got plenty to focus on, and I’m sure this whole ‘family’ thing is just a passing thought." He chuckled softly, though it felt hollow. "A joke, right?"
Her silence was answer enough. She wasn’t laughing. The truth was, her desire to become a mother wasn’t a joke. But as she watched him shift uneasily in his seat, his mind clearly elsewhere, she realized that maybe her wishes were out of sync with his own.
Syndrome leaned back in his chair, his mood suddenly shifting, the atmosphere in the room turning colder. He stood up abruptly, the creaking of his chair echoing in the empty space between them. "I need to get back to work," he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. "This... this isn’t something I can deal with right now."
His wife looked up at him, her heart sinking as he turned to leave. "Buddy, please," she began softly, her voice pleading. "I’m not saying you have to decide right now, but can we talk about this? Can we—"
"I said no," he cut her off, his voice sharp. "I don’t want to talk about it anymore."
Without another word, he walked out of the room, the heavy sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway. The door to his private office slammed shut behind him, and the muffled sound of him moving through the mansion only deepened the silence that now filled the dining room.
She sat alone at the table, the half-finished wine in front of her a reminder of the evening that had begun so differently. Her thoughts swirled—disappointment, confusion, and sadness. She had hoped for understanding, for a conversation, for a shared dream. But now, she was left in the quiet, her heart aching with a feeling she couldn’t shake.
She glanced at her empty chair, the space between them too large for her to bridge alone. She had wanted this, wanted him, but now she didn’t know where to go from here.
As the minutes passed in the heavy silence, she felt a sinking realization that her dreams might not align with his, and that maybe—just maybe—she was asking for something he could never give.
With a soft, frustrated sigh, she stood up, leaving the dining room to retreat into the quiet halls of the mansion.
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Something I'd like to discuss surrounding being avoidant is the inner motivations, thoughts and feelings and how they're easily misinterpreted by others, because on the outside they look the same.
I see a lot of posts saying that avoidants do want love but are panicked by it. And whilst this is true for fearful avoidants, it isn't usually for dismissives.
Fearful avoidants generally do, on a level usually known to themselves, seek out comfort, love and vulnerability. They want to be seen and cared for, but they're avoidant because when they do recieve these things, they either become very panicked or are disgusted by it (which is a demonstration of a spectrum, a fearful avoidant who is disgusted may have dismissive traits), so they aren't comfortable in either variable; being alone or in being seen. Both are unpleasant.
Dismissives tend to have it easier emotionally. They very very rarely want vulnerability and care to be exercised, and when they do it's often a subconscious human need, not one they will be aware of; suppressed. When dismissive avoidants are put in situations that they percieve as emotionally vulnerable, they will usually shut down and become numb, angry or, well, dismissive. Including towards other people's vulnerability and struggles, as they often process it as manipulative or too dependent. Dismissives, unlike fearfuls, will barely ever seek out vulnerability except on a surface level, which is why they often end up in situationships and love bombing cycles (both as the perpetrator and the victim). They are very comfortable in being alone and whilst they may occassionally think "having x would be nice", it's never preferable or equal to the safety of isolation and emotional distance.
Having an avoidant attachment style is a spectrum. You won't always fit clearly into dismissive or fearful, you may be mostly dismissive but have moments of fearful and so on, but patterns and distinctions do emerge.
Most dismissive avoidants would hate to be mistaken as fearful, as that would imply they have a secret vulnerability and risk people pushing this on them in order to help. And most fearful avoidants would hate to be mistaken as dismissive, because they crave connection and understanding and if people were to assume they didn't want those things, it would simply be another form of going unseen.
I'm a dismissive avoidant, possibly the hardest to romanticise. Its a lot easier for securely and anxiously attached people to imagine that I'm fearful, that I do want to be vulnerable and emotional but am too scared to do it. Because that makes it easier to explain as a struggle, and less relational to them. I imagine its quite painful and difficult to come to terms with the idea that I am simply more comfortable on my own than with others, as inhuman as that is. This is why I see very little content on the dismissive avoidant attachment style, and what I do see is demonised or lumped in with/mistaken for fearful.
TLDR:
Fearful avoidants
Want to be vulnerable, seen, cared for and loved.
Cannot cope when this is recieved.
Mix of avoidant and anxious.
Uncomfortable in being alone and being with others.
Dismissive avoidants
Do not want to be vulnerable, seen, cared for or loved.
Cannot cope when this is recieved.
Far end of the avoidant spectrum.
Comfortable being alone, uncomfortable with others.
Genuinely, Sam Levinson is a misogynist and racist. He's awful to women of color. And I don't mean that he wants to bring back segregation. I mean that he does Not have empathy for people of color, especially women of color. It's so apparent in everything he writes. That's why euphoria hit for some people despite season 3 being shit and predominantly written by Levinson. It's because the season is about persevering in life despite the pain or the grief.... Yeah, minorities definitely understand that story already. We also definitely know what it's like for a white man to set a somber tone and tell minorities that the systems in place are set up against us. Thats why it's so "realistic". It's literally reality. It's a white man in a place of power telling the masses that our lives suck, and he does that by being a Shit to the literal women of color and trans performers he works with. He told the poor actress who played Maddy to tone it down on being latina when auditioning. He had the actress, who played Rues mother, come out and film multiple scenes for the moment Rue calls her on the phone, only for the episode to air and never tell her he cut most if not 95% of her scenes. Labyrinth took all his music back from season 3 and refused to work with him again cus Sam Levinson was being such an asshole to him. He uses Zendayas fame to pilot the first two seasons, and then for the finale completely side lines her and makes her a martyr for men to fight over. It's so disrespectful to people of color, to the real people he works with and the people he's representing through his characters. It's questionable and he's right to receive criticisms for how stereotypical Levinson wrote Alamos and Ali's backstories, but also how he treats the women characters, specifically, of color who are constantly sidelined. Its the fact that he doesn't see women as having any form of agency, and so wrote a story about things happening to a black women but never about her character developing (either negatively or positively) just stayed static with Rues's character.
I don't count her interest in religion as change bc that's a common tactic to recover from drugs. It's Jesus or drugs, as the saying goes. She had to find another outlet for her disease, and religion was acting as that for her. It was like another form of addiction. There are alot of hurt people in the pews of church for a reason. Like Rue said, it gives you a bigger reason than yourself. That doesn't mean Rue was changing or developing, she had a similar mindset when she was in highschool till the end of the third season. We saw glimpses of the possibility of change. Her questioning Alamos intentions and her own accountability, and those possibilities are exactly what sam Levinson used to fuel her Martyr ending. So now Rue doesn't get to be developed, and possibly get her own revenge against Alamo, instead of being killed and her memory being saved by Ali. Bc Sam Levinson doesn't believe in that reality. A reality where a black woman (just like Ali) could develop, get into remission for her disease, and then either work to help young black people in rues position like ali, or go on some kick ass cowboy shoot out. That Rue could have some form of agency. Or her mother, who's grief was not a priority at all, unlike Alamo and Ali having a shoot out. Two men, who we have not followed as intimately or as long as we have with Rue and her mother, were devoted more time in the finale of the whole show. All we got to any form of women having agency was Cassie, and even then so much was happening to her
I also think that a huge reason Cassie got more screen time was because Cassie is white and played by the racist Bezos loving Sidney Sweeney. So again, the only reason a woman got anywhere close to agency was Cassie whos actress is tied to white supremacy. You could argue that Lexi had agency, but she was almost never focused on and consistently sidelined. We could have devoted alot more scenes to her than Alamo or Faye and her boyfriend, but that wasn't Levinson's priority. It literally bleeds into Every Inch of this season. He is racist and sexist, and fuck probably transphobic. He genuinely cannot empathize with any of us.
Shoutout to that one family member who’s ‘Oh we’re all a little bit ____’ whenever you bring up something important about yourself or something you’re struggling with.
So dismissive and co-optive brave of them to be the most disabled, bi, trans, have 20,000 different chronic illnesses, autistic, successful in work, not successful in work, have a hang nail, been discriminated against, racially profiled, be the bride, bipolar, be the best chef in the world, actually the only one who’s ever done ____ , sad, a top tier bi—
Please remember to bow down to THE Intersectional Paradox Being.
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