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new perspective | joel miller

Summary | the summed wedged between finishing your undergraduate degree and starting on your graduate programme just got a lot better when Joel Miller turns out to feel exactly the same about you as you do to him.

Pairing | dbf!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Warnings | Explicit Smut. dbf!Joel makes his return on my blog, mentions of food and alcohol, Joel being competent and fixing stuff, the classic dbf trop of a cookout, sex while your parents are around, oral sex (f), masturbation (m), unprotected PiV, talk of contraception, dirty talk, praise kink, THE RETURN OF MIRROR SEX BY THETRIUMPHANTPANDA, no outbreak au, no use of Y/N.

Authors Note | I missed dad's best friend Joel so I wrote him :) I hope you like him. This is a standalone but I won't rule out adding more in this universe if y'all like it. I have to shoutout @hellishjoel for talking me through how to make a moodboard so beautifully, thank you honey! If you like this, consider reblogging/commenting/leaving asks for me - it really helps!

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Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi

The incessant dripping of the kitchen tap is driving you insane. You’d come back to Texas for the summer to relax. Hoping to leave behind shoddy workmanship that your landlord refused to fix because he would do it when you moved out, ready for the next lot of college kids to come in. If your dad had mentioned the dripping kitchen tap, the creaky floorboards on the stairs and the issue with water pressure that meant showering took longer than necessary, maybe you’d have stayed where you were.

“Someone’s comin’ to take a look at that later,” He’d said on his way out to work that morning, head tilting towards the kitchen, “Should be here after lunch.”

You’d waved him off, barely looking up from the book you were reading, legs outstretched on the couch with your notepad and pen resting on the arm. Wasn’t much of a summer when you were going straight from your undergraduate degree into a graduate programme.

As the day moved on, the heat got worse. Glasses of ice water turning lukewarm before you had a chance to cool down. The patio door open, hoping for a breeze every now and then, but finding no reprieve. The ice pop doesn’t even help that much, melting too quickly before you had a chance to enjoy it.

It’s pushing 2pm when there’s a knock at the door. Reading material and notepad pushed onto the floor, trash TV on in the background as you try not to sweat to death. It takes you a minute to register the noise, so long that whoever it is here to look at the tap knocks again.

You pull open the door, wincing when the heat of the sun being let in sinks across your skin. The change in light means it’s a few seconds before your eyes adjust to who it is standing in front of you. Joel Miller.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen him. He’s been busy, according to your dad, building his business with Tommy. Lots of out of town trips now Sarah is grown and away to college for her first year - schedules not quite lining up for you to see him when you come home, but God are you glad you have the chance now. He’s older now, obviously, greying a little. His hair has grown too, curls flopping onto his forehead and around his ears. He looks broader now than he did - the physical labour obviously working in his favour - you can see the arms of his t-shirt straining around the muscles there, but as you let your eyes trail down a little, you’re pleased to see that he clearly still enjoys his barbecue and beer.

“Y’gonna let me in, sweetheart?” He asks and that Southern drawl hasn’t changed either, low and slow, tickling just the right parts of your brain as they always had.

You’d thought whatever it was that you felt for him was just some silly schoolgirl crush, but the longer he hung around, the older he got, the more you realised he wasn’t something you’d grow out of liking. Not even the fair amount of fooling around at college had helped - boys that had no idea what they were doing, who couldn’t take instruction to save their lives. Whenever they’d leave, you’d lie there, sheets pulled up under you chin, and think, Joel Miller would never leave me like that - wet, wanting and unsatisfied.

“Sorry,” You mumble, taking a side step to let him in, “Here to fix the tap, right?”

“That’s right,” He replies, walking in and straight to the kitchen - he spends more of his time here than you do now, “Nice t’see you back for a while.”

You close the door, stopping off to lean over the couch and grab your half-empty water glass before following behind him to the kitchen.

“Weird to be back, honestly,” You muse, pulling a fresh glass out of the cupboard, “Didn’t think this place would ever change much, but it feels different.”

“Probably you that’s changed,” He talks as he opens the toolbox he’s bought with him, “Got a different perspective on things now you live in the big city.”

“You’re probably right,” You agree, filling the glasses with ice and water, sipping from one and putting the other near to where Joel is working, “And the fact no-one else left I suppose - did you know Becca from my year at school has had two kids since I’ve been away?”

Joel let’s out a low whistle as he uses some tool to tighten something on the tap, sighing when it doesn’t stop the leaking, “Two kids at your age?” He asks, “I could barely deal with Sarah, I don’t know how folks do it.”

“Yeah, me neither,” You shrug, leaning against the kitchen counter, “I can barely keep myself alive.”

He turns his head, his brown eyes roving you up and down, is he…? Is he checking you out? He lets out a little cough and reaches for his water, taking two deep drinks of it before he turns back to the job at hand, sinking to his knees on the floor to open the cupboard under the sink. He’s got his head inside it when he speaks again.

“I don’t know,” He muses, “You look pretty alive to me.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle, “Best compliment I’ve ever received.”

You can hear him laugh a little from under the sink, the noise punctuated with the sounds of him gently hammering at something.

“Can you pass me the screwdriver down?” He asks, an arm extending out towards you as you rifle through his toolbox, setting the tool in his hand when you find it.

It doesn’t take him much longer to fix whatever was wrong, the dripping from the faucet stopping, giving you the sweet relief of silence, save for him groaning as he stands from his knees.

“Maybe time to retire, old man?” You offer with a smirk as he shoves the tools back into the box.

“Careful,” He warns, but his voice is light and you know he’s teasing, “I’m in the prime of my life.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m all done,” He says a few moments later once he’s cleaned up, “Tell your dad I’ll be back sometime in the week to look at the shower.”

You follow him back to the door, like a lost puppy on his heel, wanting to spend as much time as possible in his company before he leaves.

“Thanks for coming,” You say when he opens the door, “The dripping was driving me wild.”

“No problem sweetheart, my pleasure,” He smiles, “Anythin’ else you let your dad know he can call me, okay?” You nod in response, about to close the door, “It’s real good to see you again.”

“You too, Joel.”

It’s been just over a week since Joel had fixed the tap. He’d been back and forth to tinker with the other issues throughout the house, talking to you here and there, but tonight is the first time he’ll be here without the pretence of needing to fix something. It’s always the same in Southern households in the summer - each household in a group of friends taking turns to host some form of dinner for everyone else, eating together in the name of community.

There’s a table full of food - your mother had made enough side dishes to feed the five thousand, potato salad, fresh bread and enough green salad that you’d all be eating it for days afterwards. The fridge stocked full of beer and wine and the crowning glory of a cheesecake you’d slaved over for hours yesterday.

Joel is here, along with Tommy, and your neighbours on both sides too. Your mom and dad had invited friends from work, but just like you’d expected, none of your friends from before you left were able to make it - prior commitments of children, husbands and work.

It’s a low-key affair, a table full of grilled meat and sides and plenty of alcohol, but it’s the alcohol that’s made this difficult for you. With Joel sitting right next you, smelling of cologne and entirely unaware that you’re creaming in your panties about wanting him to fuck you.

You’d not been subtle today either - picking the shortest dress you own, bending over to pick something up in front of him, laughing at his jokes and pressing against him at the table whenever he says something interesting or funny - you want him to know that you want him, you want him to know that he’s all you’ve been able to think about since he showed up on the porch last week.

And you think he does. When you rest a hand on his knee under the table after a particularly funny story about his apprentice and a drill on the worksite, he gives you a pointed look, but doesn’t brush your hand away, and when you announce to the table that you need to use the bathroom and cool down a little, you’re halfway up the stairs when you hear his footsteps following you - almost hunting you into the bathroom and closing the door.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doin’, sugar.”

Got him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joel.” You smirk, turning around to lean against the sink as the bathroom door closes with a snick.

“Though you were a smart city girl now,” He muses, leaning his back against the door - you don’t miss his hand turning the lock, “You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Maybe you should explain it to me,” You say, looking up at him through your lashes, “I’d hate for us to have crossed wires.”

He shakes his head, but you can see the twitch of his mouth upwards, “Firstly, this little number,” His hand waves at your dress, barely short enough to cover your ass, “And the way you’ve been bendin’ over all night right when I happen to be lookin’, sittin’ right next to me, the way you’re puttin’ your hands on my leg whenever you laugh?” You shrug in response, “Definitely not the sweet girl I remember before you left.”

“Things change,” You offer, “New perspectives and all that.”

“And those new perspectives make you wanna fuck this old man?” He asks, eyebrow raised.

“Is that such a crime?”

“College boys ain’t doin’ it for you?”

“No.” You reply simply, trying to keep your grin from blooming as he starts stepping towards you until you can feel the heat from his body.

He’s looming over you, hands on either side of your body, caging you between his body and the sink. You look up, find his face close to yours and waste no time in pressing up onto your tiptoes to kiss him.

It’s soft. Softer than you’d imagined from him - his mouth moving slowly against your lips as he presses his body flush to yours. You open your mouth against his a little, let your tongue trail over his bottom lip, hands reaching up to grip onto his t-shirt as his tongue meets yours.

You think you could stay like that forever, tasting him, but he pulls away, hands gripping your hips through the material of your dress to turn you around. There’s a brief moment where he presses himself against you, letting you feel the hardening of his cock against your ass, but then he’s gone, dropped to his knees behind you, tearing your panties down your legs to pool at your ankles.

Joel brings his palms to the naked skin of your ass, squeezing before he pulls gently, spreading you open with a low whistle from his mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re this wet from teasing me, sugar.” He says, leaning forward to press his mouth to the top of your spine.

You’re about to respond when you feel one of his hands drop and then brush against the slick folds of your cunt, all you can do is watch yourself in the mirror as you tip your head forward and wait for what’s coming.

You feel him run his fingers back down before one of them dips lower, dangerously close to your fluttering hole that’s begging to be filled - and he knows it.

“She’s desperate, huh?” He coos behind you, “Practically beggin’ for someone to fill her up, ain’t she?”

“Please, Joel?” You breathe out, looking at yourself in the mirror, “I need it.”

“What do you need?” He asks with a tender squeeze of his other palm to your ass, “Huh? You tell me sugar and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your m-mouth,” You stutter out, “Or your f-fingers, anything Joel, please.”

“Like this?” He asks, and you’re about to ask what he means when you feel the warmth of his tongue lapping at you.

He’s tasting you, lapping at your core where you’re seeping slick just for him, his fingers trailing up, finding that bud of nerves, gently circling as he drinks from you.

“Ohhhhhh,” You sigh out in relief, taking yourself in when you look at your reflection, hair a little mused, skin slick with sweat already, “Just like that.”

You can feel his tongue pressing inside a little as his finger finds a rhythm of short gentle swipes across your clit - he’s got your knees wobbling already, making you flatten your palms on the marble sink to keep yourself upright.

“You gotta be quiet, okay?” He says, pulling his mouth off you to speak, dragging his fingers from your clit, “You make too much noise, I’ll have to stop.”

You hum in agreement, waiting to see what his next move is, which is to sink of of his thick fingers right inside your cunt and to lean forward underneath you enough so his tongue is moving against your clit. You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out - if there’s one thing college boys don’t do, it’s this.

You’re not sure how long he stays down there, lapping at your clit and slowly moving that finger inside you, but you know you’d have stayed there all night if you could, teetering just on the edge until he felt like finishing you off.

There’s a whine that leaves your mouth when his lips leave you - the finger that was inside you also gone, but he swaps them again - soaked fingers rubbing at your clit whilst he literally sucks the wet from your cunt, like a man who has gone without water for months. The hand that he’s hand pressed to your ass cheek is gone too - you can hear him fumbling with his belt and the movement of material somewhere along the line too, then, he’s groaning into your cunt.

You turn your head a little, but you can’t see him well enough to confirm what you think he’s doing - lapping at your cunt and circling your clit whilst he’s fisting his own cock.

“Are y-you-” You choke out, trying to keep your moans quiet as you feel the coil tightening in your tummy, “Are you touching yourself?”

Joel’s fingers continues its movement across your clit but his mouth leaves you, “Course I am,” He confesses, “Couldn’t help myself, sugar.”

“Just-” You trail off, a small, quiet moan slipping through the cracks of your resolve, “Put it inside me Joel.”

“Not yet,” He says, “Gotta make you cum first.”

“M’close,” You breathe out, pushing your hips back a little to get him to go back to what he was doing before, “Please Joel, I wanna cum.”

“Go on then, baby,” He coos, tongue back to licking at your wet hole, “You can let go.”

You feel your cunt pull tight and your knees buckle and your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as his fingers expertly push you over the edge. You can feel your walls clenching around nothing, begging for him to slip himself inside you so you have something to clench around as the hot furl of pleasure drifts like electric across your skin.

“Good girl,” You can hear him murmuring behind you, “So good bein’ so quiet like that.”

You’ve barely got time to recover before he’s standing up and pressing into you from behind, his lips wet and hot across the skin of your shoulder, a trail of wet being left from the drag of his beard where your slick has gathered.

“I don’t have anything on me,” He breathes into your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, “You got anything?”

You shake your head, “I’m clean though, I promise,” You speak softly, feeling him press his cock through your folds, “And I’m on the pill.”

He’s dragging his cock back through your folds, letting the head of it nudge slightly at your entrance, “You let anyone else fuck you bare before?” His hot breath asks into your ear.

“N-no,” You confess, “Only you.”

You can feel him press himself forward a little bit, feeding the tip of his cock into your cunt. There’s no doubt he’s big, bigger than you’re used to, but there’s no ache, not even when he pressed his hips further forward until you can feel his skin against yours and he’s buried fully inside you.

“Jesus,” He chokes out, “Fuckin’ Christ you feel good.”

Joel brings a hand up to rest against your throat, but it’s only to guide your eyeline to the mirror in front of you. He’s crowding behind you, hot and heavy against your back as he slowly starts to move, dragging his cock from your cunt and back in, chuckling against the skin of your cheek when you smile and giggle as the tip of him nudges at the very depths of you.

“You look good like this.” He whispers.

“We look good like this.” You counter, struggling to breathe a little as he picks the pace up, hips hitting into the meat of your ass on every thrust.

“We do,” He smiles, dragging himself off you a little to rest his hand on the back of your neck instead, “You like watching yourself get fucked, baby?”

You can’t speak anymore, the angle of his cock brushing against something inside of you which has you struggling to keep yourself quiet, so you just nod your head and let him press you further down into the counter, holding you still with his firm hand on your neck as he really starts to fuck you now.

You’re glad you can hear the music from the garden from here - means your dad has it turned up loud enough that no-one would be able to hear the squelch of your pussy on every thrust or the sound of your skin slapping together as Joel speeds up. It feels too good, you feel too full and you can feel that tightening coil again, feel the clenching of your cunt around his cock.

Looking into the mirror, you can see he’s in a similar state to you, his eyes angled down to watch his cock disappear into the heat of your cunt each time, sweat gathering along his brow. He sounds good too - small grunts on every thrust and a suck of breath whenever you constrict around him.

“One more, baby,” He urges, “Want to feel you cum on my cock, okay?”

He shifts his position a little so he’s fucking up into you - head of his cock pounding against that spot inside you that only you’d been able to find until now. It makes your legs shake and you have to bite down on your fist when he makes you cum again to stop yourself from crying out - tears springing at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill as he talks you through it, tells you how pretty you look and how good you’re being for him.

“M’gonna cum baby,” He warns from behind you, “Where d’ya want it?”

You have no sense in your head anymore, he’s fucked it from you thoroughly, so you say the first thing that comes to mind - beg him to cum inside you, to fill you up. It’s safe, of course it would be, but you’re glad that somewhere in the haze of it all, he’s got more sense than you, pulling himself out of your cunt at just the last second, resting it against your ass as he spills across the skin of your lower back with a growl of your name on his mouth.

There’s silence as the two of you suck in breath to your lungs, letting your senses come back to you. Joel is quiet as he steps back and pulls his jeans back up to dress himself. He uses some tissue to clean you up, inspecting the hem of your dress for any stains he might have left before he’s dragging your panties back up your legs.

You have a try and fixing your hair, wetting your fingers from the sink to try and tame the flyaways, wondering if he’s going to walk away and leave you, but he doesn’t, he just stands behind you and waits for you to finish.

“I hope that was okay?” He offers sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck when you’re done.

“I asked for it,” You smile at him, “It was fine Joel.”

“Only fine?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

You chuckle and slap him playfully on his arm, “Best I've ever had,” You offer, “Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” He chuckles, moving to unlock the bathroom door before he turns back to you, “We don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

You make a sign of a cross above your heart, “Not a soul.”

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Map of Her Soul : Persona

Suguru likes to unravel people.Especially the people he likes

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Idk where the inspiration came from. But I'm enjoying these one shots.Also BTS comeback so you know I had to do a slight bts reference.

Suguru knows that she’s lying to people.

Her soft easy smiles look authentic at first until you realise that they don’t crinkle her eyes the way the real ones do.Her practiced animated tone could be confused with overeagerness yet if you looked into any disney screen character you would hear the exact level of inflection.Her expert ability in knowing which jokes will land and when to laugh seems almost perfect until you notice her eyes scrunch up at every tone and every facial expression at the split second before an action should be taken.

He’s being mean,she’s not entirely lying,she’s masking . And he should know because he’s spent every moment around her simply observing her and every second he can spare to look into her soulless instagram page filled with the appropriate amount of content that wouldn’t make her a social pariah but also wouldn’t  consider her a chronic user.

And even as he looked again at her highlights,hoping to find a glimpse of something that would peel off the infinite amount of layers behind the enigma that was her,he almost threw in the towel before he found a hint. Her favorite song,jamais vu and immediately went digging in every other social media platform.This seemingly insignificant clue led to a rabbit hole of information that his dear alice had left as a breadcrumb. Facade’s crack all the time.

*** She found it weird spending time with Satoru and Ieiri.Because wherever they were,Suguru calmly followed behind and she found Suguru weird.

Well weird is mean.He’s polite and never pries, yet she can always feel his phantom stare at the back of her neck,as though he is aware she’s playing a well rehearsed role.

Ever since they let her join the Trifecta after orientation day,she’s never being able to get closer to him. She’s obviously the closest to Ieiri but has spent enough time alone with Satoru that it's no longer awkward. However,in the brief moments that she’s with neither,whether it be for a quick snack run or simply studying,her heartbeat quickens and her palms retain their sweat . It's not like he does anything wrong. His nonchalance is a pillar that holds the group together and his kindness can be seen whenever he includes her in activities but it feels like he’s always aware of her well crafted persona.

Just like now,the tension is thicker than thieves and she has been reduced to watching reels while Ieiri goes for a smoking break and Satoru accompanies her with stale college gossip that he’s eager to share. 

“How’s machine learning taking you?” She asks,hoping to break the glacial tension between them

“Interesting,hard but it's entertaining . And how’s political science taking you”

“It’s hard but I’m sure it's not as hard as your course.”She responds

“Don’t sell yourself short.I’m sure it's not as easy as you’re making it seem to be.I heard you’re getting a proper internship on the way,Congrats by the way,I’ll send a gift”He responds calmly.

He has a way of using his words,she noticed. An easy pattern recognition tactic that she repeated in social situations is to always sell yourself short. Make yourself humbler than you need to.Most people would simply begin speaking about themselves but never Suguru. He forces the spotlight back to you,whether you’re interested in it or not. Maybe that’s why despite being so different,he and Satoru mesh so well.

“Please don’t bother,it's only for the summer anyway”She retorts.

“Nonsense,Satoru and I had a look at the firm. It’s a serious deal to get even in any of their undergraduate programmes . So tell me…what would you like?” He moves closer to her and she hitches . Satoru and Ieiri can be convinced to not make anything a big deal but not Suguru.

“Okay…can you cook your meatballs and mashed potatoes for dinner next time?The ones you made on Satoru’s birthday.They were really good.” He smiles widely,the first big smile he’s ever directed at her.

“Of course.”

*** Suguru almost screamed at the top of his lungs when she requested dinner.Frankly,he didn’t expect her to have such a specific request,he actually expected a lot more badgering before she could give in but this was better than he expected. He genuinely wanted to make it a small party, maybe even invite his former high school juniors Nanami and Haibara but the more he remembers how sweetly and honestly she requested for the meal the more he only wanted to be at her centre of her attention.

So,respectfully of course,he asked Satoru and Ieiri to fuck off for the night and got right into making his studio apartment as clean as he could before he started prepping. And as he had removed the meatballs from the oven and back onto the frying pan for one last saute,the doorbell rang.

Dressed in a cute floral summer dress and sneakers with flowers and a bottle of wine,she looked achingly adorable.

“Hi,Suguru.I hope I’m not taking you out in the middle of something.”

“You actually arrived at the perfect time.Please come in.Are these mine? You shouldn’t have after all,this is all for you.”He tuts as he places the flowers in a vase.

“I couldn’t help it. It’s hard to come to someone’s home without a gift.”One thing Suguru is assured of is that her kindness is not manufactured.

“It smells lovely. Are Ieiri and Satoru coming by soon?”

“Unfortunately they won't be able to. Group projects have them busy.”Based on the way she froze slightly, Suguru assumed that they weren’t in contact today,good,it would make it easier to inform them of the lie.

“Oh,Well sucks to be them.”She shakily laughs out.

“Also,I have something for you.”He says as he has her seat at the dining table perfectly set and underneath his chair,unveils a stuffy. Specifically a stitch stuffy.One that she had constantly raved about in her private twitter account. 

Which he got after digging.

He went scouring the internet to search between the other millions of people who named themselves jamais vu,he found an account that he was 80% sure was her. From the “voice” which seemed eerily similar to her bio in her instagram, to the profile picture which he noticed was from a gallery she had visited recently,and the biggest clue was her mentioning the coursework that he was sure she was struggling with in the previous semester.

He indulged in her world. He drank up her song recommendations. He drowned in her introspective thoughts and feelings and he genuinely enjoyed so much of her favourite childhood shows (hence the stitch stuffy).He loved to be the only one aware of this oasis filled with so much more life than what she showed. Without even making her image the focal point,she had managed to lure so many of her online mutuals to a community where she could freely express herself.

“Stitch? I mean I love it but how did you know I loved lilo and stitch. I swore I couldn’t have told anyone about it.”

“Lucky guess. Honestly I just remembered you liked stuffies and picked the first one that wasn’t just cute.”A carefully constructed lie. He didn’t want access revoked to the window of your soul so easily.

“Thank you. This is the kindest thing that’s happened to me in a while.”She smiles widely and her eyes crinkle.

And in that moment, he willingly opened his heart to her.

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[hawkogurl]

hi! fem ock coming right up! i cant guarantee it'll all be cohesive with itself or articulated in a way that conveys how deep i am in the world/characterbuilding, but i'll try. very long, lots of spelling errors. god, its so early i should not be up. this is incoherent. sorry.

So all of this started while trying to find fem otto fics on ao3, just in general (there are so few that the tag "Female Otto Octavius" combine searches with "Original Female Character(s)" "AFAB Reader" any other genderbent character, ect ect. hell on planet earth vibes.)

ive only found two, one recently got deleted, and neither were rosie/otto.

I adore Rosie/Otto. I adore Rosie. Hands down my top favourite marvel character across everything. which is a damn shame that she gets two minutes of screen time across two scenes, one where shes shown shes in a beautiful loving relationship with otto, and then fucking dies in the next one (thank you novelisation for including more of her). But rosie/otto. there are 175 fics currently. I've read most of them, including suffering through the machine translations of the ones i couldnt understand (172 in english, 3 in russian, none in polish). a lot of them are "Past Rosalie Octavius/Otto Octavius". I'm getting off topic

Otto is a woman here. Her backstory is much like that of the comics: abusive father, overbearing mother, bullied in school, that sort of jazz. So is her movie personality: ego, scatterbrained, devoted to her work and rosie only, and not always in that order. very, very tamped down temper.

So I envision her going to MIT. did you know that MIT and Harvard have an exchange programme where undergraduates can take up to two classes in the other school for no extra charge granted that there is no equivalent class at their home school? well I do! cause ive read the course catalogs for both schools in the years i imagine them to have gone there! I'm still cross referencing them to find an appropriate class that both Rosie and otto would take, or at least one thats related enough they could have a conversation/help eachother about. Did i mention otto's name is Odilia, or the german feminine form of the name otto? she still goes by otto though, in professional settings to avoid the misogyny that comes with being a woman in a science field, and personally because its fucks hard, yeah? anyways otto is 16 when she's accepted into the school. due to being younger than 18, shes assigned someone older to help her. its curtis! yayy! they become friends or whatever, not important. Curt and emily, i like to think, grew up in the sane neighbourhoot. curt is slightly older, and would often have to babysit emily. emily chose harvard because they have good business courses, and also the arts (photography). Emily and rosie are assigned roomates. rosie eventually meets curt through emily, and through curts concern for otto not having other female friends and knowing she's taking a course at Harvard, offhandedly asks rosie if shes willing to maybe meet her.

which she does. on the steps of the library. instant hitting it off. <3

now, see, otto is lesbian. very explicitly lesbian. rosie i headcanon as being bi with a preference towards women. it isnt an instant fall in love situation like the movie/book implies. otto is somewhat ashamed (thank you period typical homophobia), and rosie is sort of maybe maybe not dating emily at this point? (lesbian emily. not important).

now, ottos mother. in the comics, shes overbearing. she wants to be the only woman in otto's life, and goes out of her way to sabotage and express hatred for mary anders, which ultimately leads him to breaking off the engagement. my au is much the same, but rather its "mary doesnt want some man to take my daughter from me." Lesbian otto. there is no man. there will not be a man. (fathers still dead, and she expresses joy from it. not changing that.) so otto and her mother's relationship,,, never atrophies in that way.

Otto and Rosie keep in contact after they graduate (not together yet). they regularly meet up when they can. And over time otto slowly realises the feelings for her are not strictly platonic. due to the publics feelings in the time, Otto's fears getting together and so never acts on it. but rosie knows, or at least suspects. (emily and rosie are no longer tpgether. I might as well bring in norman at this poiint because he's important in the plot. Norman,,, isnt as much of a raging misogynistic piece of shit as he is in canon, not that he didnt have every single influence as he did then in his life now. he and otto, at the urging of curt—norman is 14/15ish (based on that one newspaper that said he graduated MIT at 18, timeline shit, yeah), and for the first few terms basically stuck to himself. curt, though the unimaginable power of being in several of the same classes, forces a tentative friendhship with him, which becomes more soild with time—anyways curt basically foces otto and norman to meet. time passes, otto and norman are becoming something like friends. and then, while drunk on something curt got, norman tests the waters by saying some really misogynistic shit. and otto fucking decks him. she wont tolerate that. and she panics because she doenst want to become her father, and norman panics because amberson. otto evtually apoligises, but only after norman does, but she says he absolutely deserved that, which has norman trying to outwardly not be a dick, to learn to actually respect the women in his life (its really hard to unlearn biases. i dont think he ever got rid of them, just shoved them down real deep). anyways through otto through rosie, he meets emily, and instantly pulls an otto/rosie "meeting you completed me" thing. in a queerplatonic way (aroace norman (dont kill me for that) (i will force the quarplatonicism in fandom)). he married emily to keep her family from setting up some of of arranged marriage deal, which worked out in the end. off topic again. continuing)

rosie's had enough, okay? dancing around eachother? she full on makes a move on otto... and otto's receptive! it takes some more dancing before they start dating in private. mary starts to get suspicious though, and begins trying to keep otto to herself.

Have you ever gained confidence in things you didnt think were possible? I think otto gaining the friendship of otto and emily and norman and rosie, lovely rosie, helped her learn to stand up for herself. and she did, told mary to fuck off or something like that. big argument. mary has that heart attack. dies in the hospital. uninportant maybe idk. havent thought this part through. but rosie and otto are now together!

and they love eachother. they love eachother so much. they move around for work (nuclear physicist), and people are all sappho and her good friend-ing up their relationship. eventually otto gets so sick of it that she corrects them. publically. with a display of great affection. and realises, she doesnt care what anyone thinks anymore. rosie of course supports her.

something something emily/otto/rosie polycule something theyre all in some weird complicated polycule sitaution. but otto and rosie are Together. same sex marraige is still illegal, as are civil unions, but with some bribery of osborn money (shady), manages to get them some benefits. Rosie goes by the last name of octavius on everything she can get away with. i really need to study up on legalities surrounding marrage and spousal privileges in the US

emily dies, norman spirals hard eventually says some really unsavory stuff to otto, rosie, curt, and did i mention this curt is closested gay? martin for genderbent martha. he insults all of them, cuts contact for a good chunk of time, still hasnt unlearned all his biases and prejudices, picks up some new ones, is the absent father of the year. you get the jist?

otto is like, 190 cm (6'3"~). tall butch otto. very pretentious in that charming way the movie goes about. keeps her hair slightly longer than canon, but not much. dresses the same. Otto's pissed at norman. i need to be clear, they are good friends, but also their worst enemies.

Rosie/Otto. infinate clean energy. this has been a dream for otto forever. oscorp is out of the question right now obviously for funding, so she starts going othre places. nowhere will fund the reactor, but the arms and their ai get a chance at life. she takes it.

i havent talked about rosie. she has so little screen time, so im basically building her up from scratch while being as true to what we got as i can. backstory wise, i think she and peter would get along well in the "how many funerals for loved ones can i attend in one lifetime" category. treckking through the loss, not of just people, but places and things. Czechoslovakian rosie. im throwing things out here at this point, but ive gotten attached to that.

norman comes back. he's less happy. internalised the businessman grindset. internalised that time otto decked him and uses that threat of violence as motination. Otto is still mad at him, but rosie, too willing to give second and their chances, tells them to play nice. i think at this point she and norman are treading on thin ice around one another. and that never really gets better.

green goblin happens. norman, gg, theyre the same person but not really. gobby's just all those inner prejudices and rage and unaddressed trauma given free reign. its what norman wants, deep down, but is too afraid to fight for. and well, gobby isnt held back from those pesky things like morals and ethics. (NWH making the green goblin a completely separate entity from norman was an awful choice. no, stop setting up the perfect scenario to woobify norman. he's awful, make him culpable for all the shit hes done! its more compelling! please, i know what im takling about!)

but before he dies, he does it again, and completely butchers all relationship with the people he cares about, and this time, otto's not forgiving him. rosie and curt go to his funeral, but otto? nuh uh. no mourning in the slightest. but she realises that oscorp, under harry, might be willing to fund the reatctor. and it does!

otto and harry get along awfully. harry's trying to be a mini norman, and otto hates norman, so it goes without saying that they would clash. but things work out. i think at this point otto is trying to devote everything to rosie in an attempt to quell the grief of attending the funeral of another friend, while still making sure nothing goes wrong with the contruction of the rector and what remains of the arms.

anyways canon goes as normal. rosie dies, otto is denying her fault in it, and the actuators are taking that and creating that lovely feedback loop of "i wasnt wrong, spidey just sabotaged me. i can, i will do better."

i misread in the novel somehow, where otto is bying snacks from the newspaper vendor or whatever that she was 80% blind after the first accident, and didnt figure out that was referring to the vendor for some time afterwards. so,,,, mostly blind otto throughout this. uses the actuators as eyes. do you think that she gets so exhaused she just collapses unconscious, and the arms continue to work? i think she doesnt want to sleep, even beyond the arms influence, because she doesnt want to grieve rosie in her dreams.

it's all just one long elaborate tragedy, as is how i like my fics. The potential grief you could milk from all parties is wildly compelling. and also. femslash. you can never have enough femslash.

anyways genuinely sorry. i realised you wanted fem otto and lesbian relationships and ive just dumped... let me check ... oh wow, over 2000 words of sleep deprived characterbuilding into your askbox. have fun i guess. if you want any elaboration when im not so tired im seeing double, please ask.

:)

Na na you are good I asked for knowledge give me knowledge.

Vey good. I approve. I'm still imagining Alfred Molina because most fat butch dykes I've met, including myself, look like that. Very cool. I will forever be a huge fan of how Molina Oak might be the only time in which people have been, en masse, enthusiastically and wholeheartedly sexually attracted to a fat person without their weight being made into a Thing.

You should make them take something super stupid together. Underwater basket weaving with the lesbians. History of Jazz with Sappho and her friend Doctor Octopus. Studying the Tain Bo Cuailnge with the dykes. I mean Otto already has Peter reading Yeats, Peter and them could reasonably both have read The Only Jealousy of Emer. Which has a remarkably similar plot to spider man 3.

Rosie, actively dying: bury your gays wow.

I think Curt should be a lesbian too /n

(I'll say this: my issue with gay Norman is mostly hey gang can we please think through implying that a character is violently misogynistic because he's gay. My issue with aroace Norman is more a matter of asking people to be sure to think through the implications that come with headcanoning a character who's callous, cruel and unfeeling towards his partners, abusive to his partners and his child, war profiteering, self centered and the like as aroace if they aren't aroace themselves. Not automatically bad, just an area where I think not aroace people have a responsibility to ask themselves why they think that.)

I do love the idea of tortured, melodramatic poet Rosie that's fucking awesome. Let them both be little weirdos.

I have gone on at length on my opinions on Harry having a complex around Otto because he's entirely capable of being normal around Peter, MJ and May.

Ignore the fact I put this in my drafts and forgot to post it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting my sister, not my mother, to come to my graduation?

So I (23NB) am graduating from my master's programme next year, and we've been told that we get to have two guests with us. Obviously my family has assumed that my guests will be my parents (57F, 55M), leaving my sister (26F) at home alone for a couple of days (it's a fair drive from home to the graduation site).

The thing is, I don't particularly want my mother at my graduation. When I received my bachelor's degree, she made the entire day about her, posting on Facebook before I got a chance (meaning all the congratulatory comments were on her post and not mine), loudly talking about how proud she was of her 'special little girl' (I was already out at this point, so...not a girl) and how 'she gets it all from her mummy', and she even tried to pick where we went for a celebratory meal afterwards (a steakhouse, even though I don't eat meat - thankfully my father vetoed that one).

Additionally, my mother has actually made it harder for me to get either of my degrees (constantly interrupting me when I'm working to do things like getting her lunch, for example) and outright sabotaged my sister's undergraduate course by volun-telling her that she would be my grandfather's (79M) carer when he got home from a hospital stay, even though she was writing her dissertation at the same time.

It would be less stressful for me to just bring my sister and my dad, particularly because I get on better with both of them than I ever have with my mother, but I understand that it would really hurt my mother to be left out and that it would cause a massive issue in the family if I pressed this.

AITA for wanting my sister with me and wanting to leave my mother at home instead?

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