#it definitely implies a level of comfort with his gender!

[yonpote]

I mean pj already uses he/they so it's not unexpected form them

thats what IM sayin!

[spdrslayr]

001. atsv headcanons ! ★ jonathon ohnn & miguel o’hara both falling for the reader…

⁀➷ srcs... masterlist . rules . intro .

| synopsis, ୨♡୧ for the sake of this scenario, miguel and johnathon are working for alchemax in the same universe at the same time. miguel is a geneticist and johnathon is a physicist. you, my dear reader, are the cute receptionist!🥺

★ tags -> gender neutral reader; au; miguel o'hara; spider-man 2099; johnathon ohnn; the spot; love triangle; jealousy; fluff; etc...

★ warnings -> jealousy, slightly implied age gap, cursing

★ w.c -> 1,028

| xox, mei! ୨♡୧ -> woo my first post yay!! anyways requests are open for johnathon ohnn, miguel o'hara, and hobie brown if y'all are interested <3 my masterlist n rules are still a wip so stay tuned for that!

both men love their work but it still stresses the hell out of them. they’d enter and leave work exhausted. but then you started working at alchemax. you - with your bright smile and glittering eyes. most of the scientists and associates were drawn to you, but miguel and johnathon were on a whole nother level.

johnathon definitely fell first. it was daunting when someone he found attractive was being so sweet to him. jonathon’s usually too stuck in his own little world to care about such frivolities, so you were something special.  

★ he’s been late so many times because he’d chat with you for too long at your desk. at first he stumbled on his words with you, struggling to maintain eye contact while simultaneously trying not to stare too hard. now you’re one of the few people he feels comforting rambling to, because he knows you’re listening ★ johnathon loves it when you’d call him “doctor,” despite him insisting on his first name. sensing that air of respect from you makes him feel good about himself. ★ he takes great pride in making you laugh and smile with every chance he gets. this physicist has a vast arsenal of cheesy jokes, bad puns, and cute pick-up lines.  ★ he visits you throughout the day whenever he can, and tries to muster up the courage to have lunch with you. you’re young and gorgeous and out of his league but he’d be damned if he didn’t try. and then miguel o'hara came back from his business trip.

miguel didn’t care for the last receptionist. she was rude and lazy and got his name wrong. so it was a pleasant surprise when he was greeted by you instead. 

★ at first, your peppiness was too much for him, especially in the morning. he’d brush off your attempts at conversation and only mumble back to you when needed. such is the way of the resident grump at alchemax. but eventually, you wormed your way into his heart by remembering how he likes his coffee and staying up to help him on late nights in the lab. ★ miguel had to admit, you were a joy to have around. …and very very nice to look at. miguel's had a few serious relationships in the past, but they never ended well. since then he’s only indulged in one-night stands and temporary hook-ups. but he refused to look at you so fleetingly.  ★ miguel started bringing you expensive bouquets of flowers for your desk, along with sweet little notes. he’s obsessed with the scent of your vanilla perfume. he wants to be your hero, there to open every door, pull out every chair, and drive away any creep. for him, creeps include johnathon.

johnathon wasn’t concerned when he’d see other scientists and workers flirt with you. he wholeheartedly believed you two had a special connection that couldn’t be replicated. but seeing miguel turn you into a blushing stuttering mess proved him wrong. there was competition closer than he thought, and if he didn’t act quickly, he’d lose you for good.

★ johnathon felt deeply insecure in comparison to miguel. dr. o’hara’s movie star face & dreamy hair made him feel like crap.  ★ miguel clearly had way more experience in dating, always flirting with you so smoothly. johnathon on the other hand, is pretty sure he’s stuck in the friendzone with you. so he decided to experiment with bolder methods of winning your heart. ★ jonathon’s been more direct, showering you with compliments and buying you lunch whenever he could. he made it abundantly clear that he was single and that he liked you very much. you were his favorite person at alchemax, and for good reason.

miguel honestly thinks johnathon’s annoying as fuck. once john accidentally spilled hot coffee onto miguel on a very bad day, and he’s been bitter ever since. in the past johnathon would be friendly, but miguel would brush him off. who the hell is this lanky ass nerd and why is he hovering over him in HIS lab? 

★ now he’s wondering why the geek is messing with his love now. it pisses him off, not just because johnathon knows he feels the same about you, but how john makes you happier than he’s ever seen you be. miguel’s flirty, and funny in his own, stubborn way, but he lacked johnathon’s endearing dorky nature that had you hooked. ★ miguel is soooo grumpy lmao ★ really johnny is such a silly sweet guy while miguel, mr. give everything 1000% over here is fighting for his life. it took miguel a whole ass week to come up with a joke as good as johnathon’s that made you laugh your ass off. my guy is trying waaay too hard.

at first, miguel confronts johnathon kindly. he’s sympathetic and straight to the point - they both hold the same intentions towards you, but only one of them can win. he can tell that johnathon’s a good guy, with a big heart, so he’d understand… right?

★ “i’m in love with them, dr. ohnn. this isn’t just a silly crush. so either help me, or please refrain from getting in my way.” ★ “no, i’m good.” ★ “...you’re WHAT?”

war!!!!! miguel is a bitch to johnathon. dr. octavius has to give johnathon advice on how to win you over and how to fend off miguel. he’s gotten a lot better at brushing off miguel’s judgemental comments and acting unbothered by them.

although it’s not like johnathon isn’t cunty either. when he makes you laugh sometimes it’s because he’s making fun of miguel behind his back. he has a killer miguel impression that puts the original to shame.

★ “ugh, my shoulders are too broad and muscular. it’s so hard being so fit.” ★ “johnny!! he’s coming this way!” ★ “i work out every single part of my body at the gym. i do forehead pushups to keep my hairline in check.” ★ “JOHNNY-”

as long as a certain collider project goes swimmingly, and a radioactive spider stays in it’s fucking lane,  you’ll end up with one of them.

…unless…? ;)

[neopuppy]

Who do you think it's the nastiest in nct? (in a sexual way ofc)

I feel like both jaemin and jaehyun give off some perturbing vibes, i love jeno, specially fanfic jeno ( I'm joking hahaha), but he screams very nice to me , just like Johnny, i mean they can be nasty but it's not in a perturbed way idk if you get me

I think I’ve said this before but I think nearly all of them would be such a disappointment irl lmao. thats why fanfics cool, bc its not likely we’ll ever fuck any of them to find out anyway, and even if we did….. most of them probably wouldn’t live up to the fantasy in our minds idk

(like for example: the way czennies like to convince themselves that Judy must be fucking someone…..meanwhile she on here reading my Jeno fics like the rest of you🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if I had the real thing….why would I be reading abt the fictional one!!! but thats my opinion😬)

if I had to say who’s ever implied they could get nasty nasty it’s probably Taeyong or Ten, but I don’t wanna think about TY fucking and Ten……nctzens have really ruined my ability to fangirl for him. they try to do this with my other biases, like as far as twitters concerned Jeno’s a flaming homosexual baby girl, and he could be who knows! but as a heterosexual cis gendered woman……I’m looking at men who have never discussed their sexual preferences with us as fans and sell us a fantasy and going with that. so. its hard though when it feels like a major part of the fandom are very abrasive with their opinions that are bible according to them……I guess Jeno personally told them all that he lets Jaemin top him idk idk🤨

I don’t think Johnny would be nasty persay BUT I think he’d be one of the least awkward/more passionate and accommodating? like he’d make you feel the most comfortable and dare I say…..talk you through it😮‍💨 I’m sure he could get nastyish tho, but I see him as very ~gentle giant~ in reality, he’s a little too good at that sweet easy going persona for me to not believe it’s not partially true. STILL…….MY FICTIONAL JOHNNY LAYS PIPE DOWNNNN, breeding kink, daddy kink, and medium dom bc he can go soft or hard with you😗 this has a lot to do with maturity as I do see him as one of the more level headed and mature members, but also I’m kind of extreme delusional abt Johnny so……

I think Jaemin would be an absolute dud in bed, sorry guys ,!:&&,/‘amzmmamxmx he gives boring, not freaky, and like…..traditional. he prob hits two positions at most. a shame bc my fictional Jaemin…….he’s wild.

dare I say………Jeno’s probably a lover, he’s so soft I can’tttttttt. BUT I know there’s a beast there, and his stamina’s definitely crazy, I do think he likes some emotional sex though, but…..whatever😅

idk who else could be freaky, I feel like the fandom leans to painting Taeyong/Yuta/Ten that way since they experiment more with their looks(understandable, as a goth thot stereotype myself). ultimately it’s more about what their partners comfortable with. not everyone’s into getting nasty……can’t relate, but hey we’ll always have fanfic🤝💚

[araarataki]

sfw alphabet ft. cove holden || GN READER, no mentions of gender specifics whatsoever. mostly implies you’re romantically involved.

a/n: I have no excuse other than that i’ve been playing ol:ba and I’m down bad for ocean boy. fair warning some things are canon so I’d just be elaborating on said canon.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Going to start this off by saying I’ll try not to deviate from canon when I don’t have to. He’s clingy, he’s incredibly affectionate by nature and that really doesn’t change as he grows up. His canon primary love languages are words of affirmation and gift giving and I do stand by that, though I imagine for the former he tends to stumble over his words a lot. Personally, I feel physical touch is also a big thing for him once he’s more comfortable. He likes being on both the giving and receiving end of this.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you’re reading this you’ve likely played the game, so as for how it starts… you know. That aside, golden retriever levels of loyalty. Definitely the “made me think of you” person, so sends you memes when he finds them and gets you little trinkets for that same reason. You’re like his favorite person and he’ll try to spend as much time as possible with you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely loves cuddles. On the couch, in bed. He’ll take any opportunity to hold you in his arms. Generally he’s the big spoon but he’s not at all opposed to being little spoon. Also a very big fan of any position where the two of you are facing each other. He can hold and be held at the same time?? Amazing. Expect to feel a pair of lips on you when you cuddle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Definitely wants to settle down with his partner. I mean, c’mon the dialogue about wanting to get married? He wants it all. He’s fine when it comes to cleaning, he’ll do what needs to be done. As for cooking, he’s okay. He can manage cooking just fine but it’s not his favorite thing to do and it’s not something he’d say is part of his skillset. He tries his best, though. Prefers to have you with him in the kitchen.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’s gonna want to do it face to face, and while I feel he’d be pretty direct about it, he’d want to talk about it as well. He’d be the type to be distant during the period leading up to it, spending a lot of time thinking about how he’d even bring it up. Because god forbid he loses his best friend over this.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I touched on this for D already but here goes. He 100% wants to commit and get married. The question on when would depend on how long you’ve been together. He wouldn’t mind a long engagement, either. However, early to mid 20s is ideal. He wants to be able to refer to you as his spouse as soon and for as long as possible.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s a sentimental man. There’s no other way to describe how he is emotionally. His emotions get the better of him a fair amount, though it used to be worse for him growing up. However for his partner, he’s mush. He mellowed out but the way he tears up over how you’re his? That sure has been consistent. Physically, he’s the same. Just a softie. His hugs may be tight sometimes but that’s about as tough as he gets for the most part. Big friendly giant and a gentle soul.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He does, though only with the people closest to him and namely his partner (you in this case, ahem). Having said that, he’ll like hugs plenty. He initiates them a fair amount in the comfort of your own home(s), and when the situation calls for it elsewhere. His hugs are warm and gentle, and one thing he does do, especially during long hugs, is to rub the other person’s back. Also you can’t tell me he doesn’t rest his head against you in some way. He’s gotta.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

There is. Canon for this, so. Hm.

Changing the question to “how would he say it”, and I’m gonna deviate from canon. Because. Yeah. What stays true is that he’d be pretty casual about it. Not… “goodnight, I love you” casual but. Don’t expect him to show up with 100 red roses, and a note saying he loves you. Loving you is something he does quietly, and I feel when he does finally say it out loud it’s because he simply can’t contain it and keep it to himself anymore. Whether it’s something he just blurts out or has to work up to… it’s a mix of both. He “wants” to just blurt it out, kind of. Because he feels that’s the most natural route to take. He’s just waiting to burst p much.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If it’s a well established relationship, he doesn’t really get jealous. If anything, he trusts you, he just doesn’t always trust the people you’re with. New relationship? If volunteers or classmates or colleagues or whatnot are particularly chatty with you? He might get a bit antsy and irritated and if it goes on for long enough he’ll try and direct your attention to him instead. But he generally doesn’t admit to feeling jealousy. Not that it’s necessary, the two of you grew up together, you know him inside and out.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes if not loves them. Maybe a little too much and for that reason he doesn’t initiate them as much - afraid it’s “too often”. Please reassure him. Anyway, his kisses are sweet. He likes to linger and smile against your lips. Smile against his and he’ll be putty in your hands. “Hands cupping your face and caressing your cheeks while kissing you and humming against your lips” kind of person. “I gotta do something rq so I need a goodbye kiss” kind of person. He’ll steal a peck in those situations. Prefers to kiss and be kissed on the lips, but anywhere on his face makes him all mushy. Especially his forehead. Apart from lips, he likes to kiss you on the corner of your mouth and cheeks.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s okay. He can get along with them alright, but he can get in his head about if he’s being a good example and if he’s handling them well. If he’s around them more frequently he adjusts well and kids would end up taking a liking to him as well. As for having one of his own… it really depends on the relationship and his partner.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s either awake way before you, or the two of you wake up together and decide to stay in bed for “five more minutes”. In the case of the latter, it’s spent cuddling, “how’d you sleep? Any crazy dreams?”, talking about what either of you has planned for the day. He prefers them this way, however if he’s awake he’s awake and he then won’t hesitate to enjoy the extra bit of sunlight he gets so early in the morning.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Similar to mornings, some easy chatter, cuddles, discussing plans for the following day, discussing the day that’s ending, etc. If the two of you have spent a lot of time apart that day he’ll make sure to use the time with you that he has then well. So lots of (physical) affection next to cuddles as well. And as goofy as he can get during evenings, it’s also the time where the more serious talks happen. Though there’s plenty of nights where it’s just calm and quiet, the two of you merely enjoying the other’s presence.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

“Fuck around and find out”, is how I’d probably describe it. And otherwise, he reveals things about himself as time goes on and when it’s relevant. Other than times where he randomly remembers something and he decides to tell you because he either thinks it’s funny, or because it might be important. He doesn’t “make you wait” to learn about things. Not on purpose anyway.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Short answer: not very easily at all. Longer answer: if it has to do with the people most dear to him, he can get incredibly pissy but it’s always justified. He can get frustrated, sure. And that can easily be mistaken as anger, s u r e. But if he’s actually angry you’ll know. Overall, not someone with much of a temper.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers. He always makes sure to. How else is he going to know what trinkets to get you? What memes to send you? Which of your interests to ask about? Where to take you on surprise dates? Yaddah yaddah. He actually remembers a lot. The tiniest things that you’ve long forgotten about, he remembers them. …for the most part. He can be incredibly forgetful as well but the amount of things he remembers about you more than makes up for that.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He wouldn’t be able to pick one. The day you met, the day you got together, the first kiss you shared, the first time you exchanged “I love you”s… they’re all so important to him and for that reason, also some of his favorites. However if you asked, he’d probably say it’s the day you two met. Or the time your families went to the market together. The ditching part was less fun, but he cherishes how right it felt back then to run errands together. Just the two of you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Fairly protective but not overly. He just wants to make sure you’re safe and well. If you go out during the evening and he’s not around he wants to make sure you’re safe and all in any way he can do please text him to let you know you arrived at your destination in one piece. And let him know when you’re leaving. Would go out of his way to pick you up to ensure you make it home safe. And as much as he doesn’t think it’s necessary, he appreciates when you return those gestures.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his best. Hell, for anniversaries and stuff he’d probably even take the day off to take you somewhere for the day. It’s like the Happiness moment all over again. If and when he can he goes all out, not just for anniversaries but regular dates as well. Just because you two are stable doesn’t mean he’s going to stop making an effort- hell no. As for gifts, the smaller ones he gets you cause they made him think of you. Larger gifts, like anniversary or birthday ones? He ponders about it for AGES, but if he knows there’s something you really want he’ll get it asap. Everyday tasks I feel I don’t have to get into much, like I said he’s not going to stop making an effort. You’re with him and he doesn’t take that for granted for even a second.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaving sand everywhere, but considering… him, it’s kind of what you signed up for. And if he’s anything like me he struggles to hydrate himself so please remind him to drink some water. Last one would probably be that he can get pretty stuck in a thought pattern. It’s more of the “I just want you to be happy and I worry about how happy I can make you” as was touched on in canon, but still. Please reassure him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He’s not insecure about his looks but he wouldn’t say he’s particularly attractive or anything. That aside, if it’s for dates and stuff he will be concerned about his looks. He wants to look good for you. Impress you. He doesn’t care how long you two have been going out, either. TLDR; generally, for himself, he doesn’t care. For you? Hell yeah.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

While I don’t believe he’s the type of person to think he’s incomplete without a partner, yes. I do feel like he’d feel incomplete without you. You’ve been a part of his life for so long, you’re his best friend. His partner. Maybe even the most important person in his life. If he were to suddenly lose that yes definitely feel incomplete and lost.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I had trouble coming up with this one, so feel free to leave any and all hcs you have in my ask box!! I’d love to read them.

That aside, I bet he listens to rock and metal. Not like, death metal or anything industrial, but some alternative rock and metal? Sure. Lo-fi stuff, as well as synthwave and adjacent genres are more his thing though. Easy to listen to.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It’s canon that he wouldn’t really like a partner who’s set on things always being clean. Cove wants a house to look lived in so that’s one thing. He doesn’t like it when people cancel on plans often, either. Especially at the very last minute. And poor communication? Big no as well.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Usually, he’s an early sleeper and an early riser. Wants as many hours in the sun as possible. Nothing wrong with that per se. The issue is that he’s an early riser even if he’s gone to bad l a t e the night before. 8h of sleep a night? Don’t know her. This is also a bad habit, hm. He has to cuddle with his partner, maybe not fall asleep cuddling per se, but before then? Definitely. It’s kind of how he unwinds.

[yanderes-galore]

OKAY FINAL REQUEST FOR NOW FROM ME. yandere Bro Strider headcanons? Reader is either a teacher of Dave's or his doctor from a callout appointment, either way someone Dave holds at a high regard in a sense, for how Bro would meet them perhaps. I feel like Bro could be a bit of an unstable yandere, like really nice at times but can be suddenly really mean and uncaring of their own comfort at others. I still want to kiss him though ):

Oooo, Bro content? I can try my hand at this >:D Sorry if he came off too harsh, I was trying to keep it from being OOC I guess.

Yandere! Bro Strider Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of child neglect because Homestuck canon, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder implied, Forced companionship, Blood.

I'm going to start this off by saying in canon Bro is definitely a horrible parent/brother/guardian.

He isn't the most empathetic person and sees taking care of Dave as some sort of game, usually being overly harsh to prepare him for something.

Bro is very monotone and quiet most of the time.

He plays mind games and is unusually fast and stealthy.

However, even though Bro teaches Dave through harsh methods (such as physical violence and neglect....), he most likely cares for him somewhat.

Which means Dave no doubt has either a teacher or a doctor he sees for the sake of this concept. Maybe even a babysitter.

This could be where you come in.

Dave no doubt ends up attached to you due to the contrast between you and Bro.

You're nicer, keep him fed, and don't subject him to painful levels of... irony?

Bro seems like a yandere who'd be hard to read or even tell he has an obsession.

Far as you know he's just Dave's guardian, you don't have any connections beside taking care of Dave.

Wrong.

Bro isn't very vocal about his obsession so it brews while you're unaware.

He's perfectly capable of stalking due to his stealth and no doubt uses Dave against you.

Bro knows you care about Dave and often invites you over for something involving Dave.

Tutoring, Check ups, Extra care...

Things like that.

You don't mind since Dave is such a good kid with you.

I personally see Bro as an unpredictable yet calm yandere.

He's caring towards you at times while at others he may act like you did something wrong.

The biggest thing in this dynamic is the fact Dave is a bargaining chip.

You'll find out how Bro treats him at some point and may feel obligated to watch over the kid.

Which leaves you vulnerable to Bro's tactics of getting you close to him.

It's hard to tell his emotions at times, very similar to his post-scratch self.

He appears platonic but could very well mean romantic.

He isn't the most expressive.

Eye contact doesn't help as he barely removes those glasses of his.

In some strange way Bro cares for you like he does Dave.

He appears a bit blind to if he's hurting someone he cares about though.

For example, he has no issues with kidnapping you or taking a sword to those he hates around you.

He could be covered in blood and expects it to be okay because he did it for you since he cares.

He's not the worst Homestuck yandere but he's pretty bad due to his lack of empathy and tendency to do whatever the hell he wants.

I feel him hurting his darling is partially accidental yet also because he feels he's doing the best for you.

Kidnapping you and locking you in his room is for safety, right?

It's like he's selectively oblivious?

He chooses not to care sometimes when you're in distress.

If anything you're closest to Dave and are scared of the stuff the kid deals with.

I don't want to say everything about Bro is bad though.

Most of it is, don't get me wrong on that.

When he isn't pretending nothing is wrong, he's affectionate.

He holds you, pets your head, tries to make you feel comfortable and wanted.

He even praises how you take care of Dave.

He trains him... you provide care.

Bro's intentions unknown but they appear to be similar to Dirk.

But he's so harsh with it.

Bro's obsession is the definition of tough love.

He feels to protect you and Dave he has to do what he's doing now...

Even if it means neglecting your wants and needs at times for his own selfish interests.

[larcenywrites]

I love those headcanons about trying anal sex with young!Tony, and they got me wondering if you'd be comfortable with writing hcs about pegging young!Tony?! 😳 Like, maybe it's after those hcs, and his girlfriend brings it up and asks what he thinks. And he's like nervous but also quite curious to try it... and the whole warm up is similar to what he did for her and she gets him ready by stimulating his perineum a lot, then actually getting him used to the feeling with her fingers and with buttplugs until he can finally take a strap on. And he turns into the perfect little sub for her and he gets all the praise he wants and deserves plus aftercare. Totally okay if you don't feel comfortable/don't want to write this!! Thank you for your time and attention anyways!

GIRRRL (gender neutral) YOU’RE DRIVING ME CRAZY 🥵🫠 Ngl I’ve thought about this even before those hcs 🤤 I’m glad you liked the anal sex hcs bc I sure did 😫 but I’m not sure if these are quite as good since I’ve never written this :(

Warnings: 18+ obviously | pegging | afab reader implied but only explicitly referenced a time or two if you wanna read it as normal m/m fucking 🤷‍♀️ though I do use the word dildo or strap-on a few times as well | some Dom reader/sub Tony |

Pegging | Headcanons

💠Honestly, I'm sure he's already thought about it, having seen all of your new toys and all, but he probably won't bring it up himself. There probably haven't been many cases where he's let you top, anyway (which is a whole different story), and he might be apprehensive about bringing it up. Sure, you experiment and all, but this is kinda a whole new level for a number of reasons. He's still all good with the usual stuff! Don't ruin a good thing, right? What if you're pretty turned off by it or something :(

💠 It's really the complete opposite! But he doesn't know that. Honestly, asking him about anal earlier probably gave you a bout of courage! He's probably the one that's usually bringing up new ideas, and since yours went so well, why not just ask about this? Even if he's not into it, he obviously won't be upset or anything.

💠So! …catch him off guard, just like before. Maybe he's half asleep, or still waking up from a nap, and innocently slide on top of him. He probably won't look down at you until your too-innocent "Hey, Tony?" Then his attention is most piqued. "If I asked really nicely, would you say yes to something?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Would you ever let me peg you?"

💠He looks away because he's embarrassed that his answer is gonna be an immediate yes, and he's trying to think of a cooler answer 🤧 "I'd let you try." He almost says it like he's challenging you, but it's all you need.

💠 You're not quite sure where to start with him, but you do go ahead and get a little red butt plug for him 😘 and maybe a vibrating one, too 😏

💠But you can really only go by how he treated you tbh, so maybe start slower. Get down on your knees, take his cock in your mouth and jerk off what you can't take down your throat, and use your other hand to play with his balls. Just like normal. Inch a little closer to that little area behind his balls and gently rub circles. He'll definitely jump in surprise… which will just send his cock further down your throat, but now you have another free hand to keep massaging his sac 🤤

💠 "Fuck." is probably the only strangled word you'll hear, if any, between throaty grunts. His hands will be tightly gripped in your hair to hold you close while his thrusts are more like oversensitive twitches of his hips. He'll have so much going on at one time, he might even get to experience that tremble in his legs that he's usually causing you 🤭 The more he's twitching in your throat, the more pressure you should apply 😋 You'll have him cumming in seconds, and a lot. You can keep going if you want, especially when he can't decide whether to twitch away from your tongue or away from your fingers, and just ends up making his situation worse (or better 😏). 

💠Honestly you can keep the experimenting around here for a few days if you want, maybe start massaging your fingers from his perineum to his ass and back and forth. If you want to get him really riled up, take a vibrator to it, but be prepared: he'll cum within seconds, and hard. The mess he makes will have you eager to see how much more of a mess he could make, and the longer you build him up, the more eager he is for the real thing 🤤

💠 He'll let you know when he wants one of his new toys, getting it out before you can even get his dick in your mouth this time. Honestly, do what you've been doing, except this time, instead of just fingers snaking around while you suck him off, massage the silky silicone plug around his tight hole, and maybe choke on his cock when those hips instinctively still twitch away. You might want to be back against the bed this time to give him something to hold on to while you ease it in, and he'll definitely be pushing you against the mattress while he can't decide whether to squeeze his thighs together or spread his legs 😮‍💨

💠Let him get used to it and watch him squirm (and feel him squirm), push at his already twitching abs to gain more room to work with and repeat your original process of massaging all around his balls while your tongue massages his dick 😌 He'll fuck you with it still inside, and he'll already be falling apart on top of you because when he thrusts a certain way and just hard enough, there's a certain poking pressure that has his dick pulsing but not enough to cum. It's more like chasing after a powerful orgasm he knows is there and fucks the hell out of you to try and find it, and the semi-edging is both frustrating and hot af too 😫

💠Hardly a day or three passes, though, and he wants the vibrating one ASAP

💠 He'll be a moaning mess melting into your neck in seconds, and thrusting feebly while it practically milks him, but only when he's pressed into you so hard, but the constant friction keeps him hard and hips jolting 🥴

💠 There's going to be a lot of cum 🥵 cum flooding out of you, too much to keep in your mouth, a mess on the floor— if he's a whining mess that can't stop cumming now…

💠He may size up once or twice, but the strap-on isn't that big to begin with, and Tony's probably been eyeing it 👀

💠Honestly it's going to be kinda funny at first trying to put it on and trying to make him get on his hands and knees 🤧🤧 but sex is supposed to be a little funny sometimes 😌 He's never been in that position and is going to be very stiff and awkward 👉👈 but he also doesn't necessarily want to look at you bc he's awkward and shy about it so…

💠So that means don't smack his ass no matter how tempting it is 😫

💠Also this mf works overtime on his appearance all the time so he's probably been pretty clean shaven 💅👀

💠His face is already buried in the sheets, probably from being shy, but he's low-key a little nervous too and probably already biting at the pillow just from you trying to push in 😮‍💨 tbh it'll help relax him if you suck him off first or even just have normal sex first! Either way, he'll be leaking precum 🫠 Don't be afraid to swipe at his tip and smear some of that warm arousal around 😉 he'll probably grip the pillow and hide away even more, but it's just bc it made him hornier 😌

💠Definitely go slow. Sure, he's had a little practice by now, but Tony's never been penetrated like this 😳 His thighs are already shaking just from the tip sliding in, but a muffled "fuck, keep going" will beg you to keep going anyway when you stop to get him a minute. Slide in until you can't anymore and watch him squirm against you for a minute 🥴 he'll definitely jolt when you run your hands over his hips or up his back, not very used to the roles being switched and all, but he'll quickly relax into your touch and arc his back a little.

💠Maybe jerk him off while you wait 😏 watch his thighs squeeze together while you do and listen to deep groans. He'll probably end up starting to fuck himself on the dildo while instinctively trying to grind against you, groaning a little louder 🥴 he's definitely letting you know you should start moving 😘

💠But keep starting slow, don't pull out too much too fast. Keep thrusting shallow and slow. Eventually you'll hear a whine that you've never heard before 😳 and it'll definitely make you want to step up your game 😈 start pulling out a little further each time and bottom out each time

💠 It's probably going to feel pretty unnatural, and it'll be a learning curve at first because you'll learn real quick that you need some stamina to thrust like that 😮‍💨 honestly it makes Tony just a little more impressive!

💠 He'll probably be hugging the pillow, but the quicker you can go, the more you'll get to hear those little whimpers

💠 He'll cum without warning! You'll only know by the sudden moan and the stiff thrusting of his hips that has him pushing and grinding against you and making him cum more 🥴 For the first time during the whole experience, he'll be tapping out with a hand on your thigh or whatever part of you he can reach. Maybe be evil and tease him just a little bit, press into him a little harder until he's shuddering before actually pulling out

💠The sheets will definitely need to be replaced no matter how much he just wants to curl up. Now he knows how you feel...

💠But once you do, he'll be curled under the blanket and probably still hiding in the pillow 🥺 He'll nod when you ask him if he's okay, he's just embarrassed and a little subby 🤭 join him on his pillow and hug him into you. Your little kisses might make him a little more shy, but he's enjoying it 😉

💠Once you both get more familiar, and maybe you get a little more stamina for it, just pound into him 🥵 slap your hips again his ass and use him as leverage when you slide your hands up his arched back. His very loud moans will turn into punched-out whines the closer he gets, and the more he'll hug his pillow 😌

💠Tug his head back by his hair and make him yelp! He'll probably cum instantly the first time you do, but keep fucking into him this time. Treat him how he treats you 😘 which is really the only thing you have to go off of tbh

💠 "You can take it, baby." Encourage him and he'll melt. With a drawn-out whimperish groan and clenching thighs. Jerk him off if you're feeling a bit evil 😈 Milk him for everything he has 😈

💠 It'll become another Dom/sub dynamic, but be a little more on the gentle side (usually). Or at least, gentle when he's starting to sob and tire out 😌

💠Eventually he'll be laid on his stomach one way or another. When he's really close or nearly sobbing, slow down and lay on his back. Hook your arms under his and rub at his and kiss his neck, or play with his hair.

💠 "Does that feel good, pretty boy?" Whisper in his ear and practically feel him shiver under you. He'll nod into the pillow and grind his cock against the mattress 🫠 and the harder you thrust, the more you'll help him out with that 😉

💠Tell him how good he takes it. Suck slow hickeys into his neck, and kiss it when he moans. He might even cry the first time, but unfortunately, you might not get to see it 😔

💠When he does cum in this position, shush him while pressing into him even harder. A quiet "there you go, pretty boy" or "that's a good boy" might melt his brain every time. And make him cum just a bit harder before he's finished 😏

💠Play with his hair and kiss whatever you can reach, and he'll be limp beneath you for as long as you want, even while you still have the strap-on still buried inside him (and low key he may be wishing he was being filled with cum 🥲)

💠Ruffle his hair and give him one more kiss before getting off him and sliding out (or be evil and just start pounding into him again— he won't really complain 😌). There will be cleanup every time unless you wise up and decide to put a towel down, which would definitely benefit Tony because he does not want to get up and will protest until he's had a certain number of kisses and pleases >:(

💠Eventually he'll get confident enough to lay on his back, and let you finally get to see him and his cock again. Keep your hands on his twitching abs and watch him moan towards the ceiling, no longer muffled into the sheets! Dig your nails into his skin to draw his attention towards you again to better see his blushing cheeks and pleading doe eyes 🥺

💠Lean over him and let his cock rub against your stomach, and trail warm precum along your skin. If you want you can jerk him off, but it may be much more fun to ask him to do it, and he'll obey in an instant. Maybe sit still and pressed inside him until he's done a good job, even if he's begging you to move again 😌

💠Time it right and thrust with his own movements, and he'll probably cum more than you've ever seen 😮‍💨 it'll definitely end up all over his chest and stomach, and if you've found that right little angle to fuck him at by now, you can even simply press the dildo's tip into it and get him to cum again right after he just finished 🥴

💠Press into him and lick a little off his chest before you slip out, and then lick off the rest when you can move around more. Climb on top of him once you've cleaned him up and just nuzzle into him with kisses and run fingers through his hair. He'll eat up the affection, and might even get hard again at any praise 😏

💠If you wanna get a little rough, scratch down his back like you normally do and mock him a little when his back arches towards the bed. "Who knew Tony Stark was such a tight little twink~" Keep your tone playful and sultry, and you'll have him whimpering a pout before moaning out when you start to speed up, but still make sure to call him your good boy 😘

💠Sometimes you may have to wipe away a tear or two (or kiss them away), and always pull him into your chest and let him hide in your neck. He still might be a bit shy about it sometimes, so you may be spooning him from behind instead.

💠Give him several minutes and he may return the favor 😏 the harder you can fuck him, the harder he'll fuck you soooo 😉

💠Sometimes he'll let you tie him up, and might even beg you to jerk him off while he is. You can choose whether or not to obey, or just tortuously rub right under the head of his dick because he doesn't control the narrative anymore 😌 You might even pull an "I'm sorry, Mommy" out of him because he's so desperate…

💠Tbh wear thigh highs while you fuck him and you'll have no trouble keeping his eyes on you, but he'll be a little upset if you make him get on his knees instead 😔 And sorry to upset you, but even you probably won't be able to force him into any thigh highs 😭 maybe one day?

💠He's a size queen 💅 You'll have to buy a new strap-on pretty soon, and he'll pick out a much bigger size-up than you had in mind 👀 maybe this one could have a cum tube- for research purposes, of course 😌

[littlealeta]

Why Catherine Needed Rin

I know a lot of people criticize Full Body for things like its transphobia and the inclusion of Rin. While I do agree that Rin could've been written better in terms of the story, I am not at all mad at the inclusion of Rin and her different personality at all. In a game where everything and everyone is constantly traumatizing and treating the main character like he's the devil, it's nice to have a character that sees past his flaws and anxiety for the caring person he truly is. And that at the end of the day, despite his mistakes, he's just a sad, anxious, traumatized dude who needs a hug and a real friend. Their relationship is honestly really sweet, which made me feel really disappointed that Atlus couldn't include her for the whole Classic route. I mean, imagine Rin comforting Vincent after his breakup and getting beaten by Catherine. She could've been the one to save him from the beating!

Rin is truly the breath of fresh air the game needed. She's such a pure-hearted character that she becomes the only person who Vincent truly feels happy around. We don't see him stutter, yell at, or overall feel uncomfortable around Rin. She is the only person who never yells at or criticizes Vincent. She lets him be himself, even if it may not fit with what other people expect for someone of his gender and age. Vincent does lash out once but it was very minor, he had a lot on his mind, and he apologized afterward.

Rin, in my opinion, made Catherine a slightly better experience. One of the reasons I didn't like Catherine was because everyone in the game is kinda shitty and I especially didn't like all the pressure everyone put on the main character, who was going through a tough time and like me, has trouble making decisions and is possibly autistic.

Everyone else is just horribly written because of how surface-level they feel. They all are selfish and/or whiny jackasses with no rhyme or reason, no self-awareness, and no character development. Vincent is definitely the most complex character in the cast because while he is a selfish, whiny jackass, he has his reasons (his struggle with his toxic relationships and being forced upon while drunk) and he grows as a person. And he's often aware and guilty of how selfish he's being. They try to develop Orlando, but was also implied to already have been a jackass in the past and he brought the emotional damage onto himself by hurting his lover with his bad decision-making, so no sympathy for him there. Also, please be more considerate of your best friend who is going through an extremely horrible life crisis. Erica is definitely bitter and cynical because of the treatment she gets from her friends, but she's also very self-righteous herself and likes to force her own biased morals and feelings onto other people. It also doesn't make sense at all why she would not tell Toby about her gender when the game now takes place in 2019 where there should be less stigma against trans people. Toby is just... a stupid selfish whiny brat. Like dude, you're close to my age and yes I can be whiny and selfish, but not to that extent. Grow up, man. Katherine is just so stupid to me. I know she's trying to be the logical one, but she's just so stupid in her determination to get her lover who she's clearly unhappy with to marry and have a family with her, not understanding that logically, Vincent is not fit for serious relationships let alone with her and she makes no attempts at fixing their relationship. She tends to be unnecessarily nitpicky and bossy toward Vincent even for little things like not getting out of bed while she's SITTING ON HIM. And the Boss is just... a classic power hungry self-righteous dictator, just on a fantasy level. He's the villain so whatever, I guess.

Vincent did not deserve either atherine in the original game because neither were good to him. I theorize that maybe the loved ones he has are in some way responsible for the mess he became. Because I can't imagine having such a toxic community like that around and being acting like my normal nice self to them. I would act a lot worse than Vincent ever has (cheating aside). I think he's way too forgiving how he still keeps these fake ass "friends" around that constantly tells him how much he sucks because he can't make decisions and runs away from conflict and act like Katherine is an angel who Vincent should stick with despite their obvious communication issues. Yes, Vincent has flaws, but I would not want to be around someone who's constantly treating me like I'm the worst person ever and pressuring me to make decisions faster.

If you think Vincent is an evil person or that he deserves everything he gets, shut up and have these pictures of Rin and Vincent being sweet together.

[motorclit]

I find my situation as a demiwoman (I like using woman and not girl because I feel like the latter is a bit.. weird since I’m in my 30s) very weird right now.

While I’m out to my close friends, I’m not exactly out to my parents. I did come out to my mom last year and even explained it to her and she seemed chill about it, but at the same time she talks about LGBTQ+ issues as if I’ve never told her.

Definitely not out to my dad since he lost most of his touch with reality shortly after 9/11, and my dad can be hard to read because there are times where he’s hostile regarding LGBTQ+ issues and times where he’s simply on a “respectfully disagree” level sort of tone.

What kills me is that if I did come out (and again to my mom I guess), QUITE LITERALLY NOTHING ABOUT THEIR HABITS IN INTERACTING WITH ME PERSONALLY WOULD REALLY CHANGE.

Back in middle school, I chose a different nickname (there’s my real name, then my nickname I had throughout the 90s that my parents gave me, but I chose a different nickname because it made more sense in correlation with my real name PLUS I was still coping with my baba passing away and her name is what I picked as my nickname and changed the spelling). My entire life I was never girly, never felt very feminine, yet “tomboy” implied I would either grow out of it or “put on a skirt when appropriate like certain occasions” when I VERY RARELY feel comfortable in a skirt. 

My pronouns? I’ve always went by she/her, but could not handle being called he/him. HOWEVER, in the few moments I’ve interacted with strangers (largely in a retail or some customer service setting) and someone was trying to help me get a question answered or something, when they couldn’t tell my gender, they ended up going neutral and using they/them and it never bothered me.

It was in VERY RECENT YEARS that I stumbled upon the concept of demigirl, demiboy, and demigender. The descriptor of demigirl described how I’ve always been throughout my life.

LITERALLY NO HABITS OF MY PARENTS IN HOW THEY INTERACT WITH ME WOULD BE NECESSARY TO CHANGE IN HOW THEY ADDRESS ME. I JUST FINALLY HAVE A WORD TO DESCRIBE IT.

And yet, I have this morbid curiosity wondering what if I came out to my dad, explained all of that, and include, “You’ve been giving me gender-affirming care this whole time and none of us realized it,” just to see if his brain finally breaks or something. (Of course, I won’t be doing this. My husband and I can’t afford our own place and I’d like to avoid getting kicked out until by some fucking miracle we can finally afford our own place.)

My situation is just.. really weird. I have, so often, wanted to bitch them out whenever they express queerphobic and transphobic views that their own daughter is one of them, always has been, that we’re not some horrible boogeymen out to destroy families, etc. And every time I experience ACTUAL PAIN from having to stay quiet whenever I hear them spout their bigoted bullshit.

[callsignaries]

Surprise kisses

welp i wrote, it’s small and not at all how i thought it was going to go but phoenix is a force of her own and took over a bit

word count: 690, sorta proof read

summary: tired reader throws out a few kisses after accidentally kissing rooster in-front of team that doesn’t know their dating

established rooster x reader, implied rooster x reader x phoenix, phoenix x reader

pilot!reader, call sign: Blaze

warnings: none? i’m not really sure but let me know if there is any i need to tag, kissing, implied poly, technically secret relationship

is technically gender neutral i believe(?), as no pronouns mentioned, but is implied reader is female or at least afab (assigned female at birth)

Since the success of the miracle mission the Dagger team has become a permanent squadron stationed comfortably right there in Miramar, and with tomorrow off you all enjoy the night as is now tradition, with plenty of alcohol and games at Mav’s but you’re exhausted and ready to head out. 

As you go to leave you lean over Rooster, your tired brain not stopping you from giving him a quick kiss bye only to jolt and realize your mistake as you pull back. You’ve been dating for a while, well before the mission ever came up, on and off over the years over different stations in your life, only you haven’t told your current team. 

But you’re a pilot whose job is literally to think on the fly so you take a step towards Bob who is sitting next to him, also leaning to give him a kiss. You bring your hand to his chin so it’s easier to direct your lips to land just on the corner of his mouth not wanting to make him uncomfortable. His face flushes lightly but the soft spot he has for you shines in the twinkle in his eyes so you know you’re fine and then you’re moving on. This time to Phoenix knowing the uproar will be enough distraction. 

She’s caught on though, the only one who knows about you and Bradley as she’s often joined the two of you not just in bed but life. She smirks at you as you lean in, her hand coming to the back of your neck, fingers sliding in your hair and catching as she pulls you closer, your hand finding her hip. It’s not the first time you and her have kissed, definitely won’t be the last either if you keep getting your way. She leaves you breathless, giving small pecks as you fully pull away. 

“Bye honey” she whispers with the smirk still lingering on her lips and you’re dazed until an indigent group of yells from the men gathered behind you breaks you out of it. 

You turn around meeting the eyes of the rest of the team, it’s a gamble of who will actually say something but it’s Payback who speaks first. 

“That was hot Blaze, seems you and Phoenix live up to your call signs” his eyebrows wiggling at the both of you and causing you to laugh. 

“Do the rest of us get a taste too, Blaze?” Hangman speaks next, smirk wide, toothpick at the corner of his mouth. 

And as anyone does when dealing with the level of cocky that Hangman is, you smirk back and saunter up to him, stopping just inches from him, face tilted up as he peers down, his arms crossed against his chest. You trail your fingers lightly over his forearms on display. 

“Not sure you could handle one, Hangman” the words slipping from your mouth in a purr, eyes dark, and you back up as you catch his eyes flickering to your lips, before they raise meeting yours again with a wink. 

Figuring you’ve done enough damage, caused enough uproar, you give a lazy two finger salute taking a few steps backwards before turning and walking out the door not bothering to address anyone else. 

—————————

It’s much later and you’re already in one of Bradley’s old t-shirts curled in the middle of the bed lightly dozing when you feel both sides of the bed dip, not that you’re surprised. 

“Hey sweetheart” that’s Bradley

“Hi Roo” your tone is soft as you feel him curl around you from behind, arm sliding across your waist, his fingers stretched out grazing Natasha’s own as she faces you. You reach your own arm out, fingers finding her’s and tangling them together as she moves to kiss your wrist before holding your intertwined hands close to her heart. 

“Hi honey, I’m glad you’re here”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be honey”

Her eyes are bright as they stare into yours and you know she tells the truth. With that you drift off into a full sleep with your boyfriend and the girl you love just as much.

let me know what you think! i’m normally just the person with ideas not the writer but there’s something about top gun that makes me want to try

main masterlist // rooster masterlist // phoenix masterlist // top gun masterlist

[stargazer-balladeer]

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part 

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-). 

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped. 

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency- 

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake. 

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face. 

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don���t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour. 

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on. 

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell. 

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face. 

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?” 

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist. 

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time. 

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong. 

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?” 

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes. 

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong. 

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons. 

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.” 

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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[burnedbyshoto]

for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war. 

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again. 

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do. 

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck. 

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good. 

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Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

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Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation. 

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours. 

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals. 

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor. 

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that. 

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

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“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath. 

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

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It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like. 

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day. 

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave. 

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

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It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

[formulatrash]

hi! It’s totally fair if you don’t want to answer this question for whatever reason but, do you think there are any drivers in F1 that are part of the LGBTQ+ community? I don’t want to speculate on anyone’s sexuality, but it is a bit disheartening at times to see no representation whatsoever in the sport that I love so dearly... at the same time, it’s nobody’s duty to become a symbol for the community just because they’re a part of it, so I’d understand if they wanted to keep that low key, especially considering the amount of fans that would hate them for that only. It just makes me sad sometimes, not gonna lie.

I'm not gonna speculate publicly in any specific way, obviously. But statistically, it is impossible that there have never been LGBTQ+ F1 drivers - and actually there were two out ones, in Mike Beuttler (who sadly died of AIDS) and Lella Lombardi.

In other series, there are openly out drivers - in fact W Series seem to be basically incapable of stopping the drivers getting together, which is awesome and they should do it. And also kinda gives a lie to the idea rivals wouldn't.

There is a split between women's and men's sports in that basically sporting ladies seem to be like "wow, fit women time to openly drool over each other" and men being more pressured to keep it strictly no homo. It's nice that F1 drivers lately have been definitely more comfortable with being affectionate to each other and with deviating from very restrictive ideas of masculinity, although obviously that does not in any way imply their sexualities or gender status.

I think there are many reasons to be optimistic that an F1 driver could come out. Motorsport's landscape has changed - and the world, too - but of course, as you say, being the first is a sucky job and not, heh, one of the good kind.

Would they face some challenges? For sure. Some locations would be difficult - the UK, for instance, if a driver came out as trans. God, just imagining the thinkpieces from TERFs has made me nearly pass out.

I am sure there are LGBTQ+ people in the paddock beyond, whether that's in the media cohort (I mean, lmao, I am typing this why do I always exclude myself lol) or in the garages. And of course, the fans. As much as F1 talks about (even pre-pandemic) existing in its own bubble, of course it does not and while demographics are often skewed towards wealth and white western europeans, that doesn't affect the distribution of LGBTQ+ people.

Will it be godawful for the person who takes the first step? Yeah. You can't get away from the fact casual homophobia is pretty rife in F1, I'm regularly appalled by the sort of shitty jokes members of the media - who you'd think might be a bit less stuck in the jurassic period - will default to. Lots of people in F1 think they're a bit hardcore, that that's part of the image of the sport and it comes with both a strict conservatism and edgelord tendencies.

I think, with the right support, though, they'd be ok. Drivers generally have much better support systems now than ever before and god knows, it's cus they need 'em. From social media to the immediacy of reaction, everything from onboards to team radio to their Insta likes is under scrutiny and of course, that's gonna feel pretty oppressive in some ways.

(I know I hate it, as someone who gets a low-level version of it on Twitter)

But would their team or sponsors or the sport at large lose faith? No. And there would be, in the torrent of horrible stuff that's inevitable with any of these things, such support and inspiration.

It's a bit of a burden, being a figurehead and it's very easy to see why, for example, Lewis shrugged it off for a lot of his career because fuck knows, everyone's got enough to be getting on with with just the basic challenges of the career let alone having to be a representative. And it's why, with aspects you're not able to hide, people struggle - whether that's race, gender or whatever.

Living in the closet isn't a very satisfying option, though; which is the most convincing argument for how there might not have been any LGBTQ+ drivers other than the ones we know about. But it's more likely they grinned and bore it, of course. History's littered with people who never got to truly live as themselves.

It's very good having someone like Matt Bishop in a prominent role in F1. Because he can speak beyond the theoretical; that a team can welcome a gay head of communications and the paddock will have to and can work with them. That he's in a relative position of power is great because it means people can't chat shit and that means for someone without that relative power, they're protected by extension.

Who knows when more LGBTQ+ people will come along to the sport - but I think there's reason to be hopeful that they can be there.

[queenlucythevaliant]

Cor and Aravis had a When Harry Met Sally kind of relationship in Archenland and you will pry this headcanon out of my cold, dead hands

Cor and Aravis didn’t marry right off the bat. It took many years for either of them to recognize any kind of romantic sentiment towards the other.

(Many, many years...)

Anvard was almost like a small city. Nothing like Tashbaan, of course, but easy enough to get lost in. Cor had his father and Corin to prevent that from happening; Aravis had Cor.

Not that she called him Cor, in those early years. He remained Shasta when the two of them were alone. Names are hard habits to break, after all. 

At first, they spent a great deal of time discussing cultural differences. They compared upbringings, now that the newly-minted Prince Cor felt less inferior to the Tarkheena. Aravis bandied about “helpful” advice about being a noble. Cor usually ignored it.

Corin found the whole Cor/Aravis dynamic hilarious and frequently took sides in their arguments. Or sometimes, when they were really going at it, he did the Narnian equivalent of watching from the sidelines with a big bowl of popcorn.

Frequent late-night conversations, when they were both over-tired and thus given to both deep contemplation and inadvisable levels of honesty, became a hallmark of Cor and Aravis’s relationship. Topics included: Did my parent(s) ever really love me? Is Tash real and if so what does that imply? Is anything actually real? Best flavor of pie? Can nobles and peasants ever really be friends? Snow: beautiful or accursed? Am I as crazy as I think I am? (yes, you definitely are)

As time went on, they increasingly talked about gender differences too. As they grew into young adults, rather than suddenly discovering a romantic interest in one another, Cor and Aravis simply adopted male/female issues as another basis on which to poke at each other. Aravis envied Cor his training in warfare. Cor was suspicious of what Aravis and her sewing circle discussed with no men present. Aravis thought Cor’s attempt to grow a beard looked stupid. Cor didn’t understand why Aravis imported sweets from Calormen to eat on her period. On and on.

Aravis actually started seriously courting a nice Archenlandish lord in her late teens/early 20s. Cor was really supportive, although he very vocally didn’t quite understand the guy’s appeal. He turned out to be surprisingly good at girl-talk and proved a really great sounding board for Aravis throughout the relationship.

Corin got married in his 20s. Cor stood for him at the ceremony. Then Aravis got engaged shortly afterwards. Cor was upset by the whole thing, not out of jealousy, but because he was having so little success looking for a wife of his own. (He would, after all, need to choose a queen eventually…)

Aravis’s engagement ultimately fell through for reasons outside of her control. She was understandably upset about the whole thing. Several weeks’ worth of late night conversations with Cor ended in tears. Their normal level of bickering got pushed aside for a little while in favor of quiet solidarity and comfort.

But eventually, enough was enough with the moping and they started bantering again.

When Cor finally ascended to the kingship, he had a really rocky first several years. Aravis was there for him, always, lightening the mood by needling him about the things that didn’t matter and giving good advice about the things that did. Aravis was Cor’s advisor years before she became his queen.

Corin even made jokes about Aravis being the unofficial queen of Archenland just because she advised Cor so heavily. 

And Cor and Aravis were just great friends for years! They talked about everything, and they argued and bantered, and they were part of one another’s lives.

And then, very abruptly, when they’re maybe 30-something, Cor realized very suddenly that he loved Aravis like crazy and wanted to marry her.

Not long after, he proposed. After the requisite “oh wait, you’re serious” awkwardness, Aravis admitted that she loved Cor too and agreed. 

[1-800-seo]

1-800-SEO presents: — Where Is My Mind?

genre: dystopia/slight angst/escapism

pairing: Johnny Suh/Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: IV’s/needles, intravenous use of narcotics, bad coping mechanisms, alcohol use, depictions/descriptions of poverty to a degree, implied sexual activity, dreams

word count: 2506 words

in affiliation with: @127-mile ‘s

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summary: Based in a future where your wildest dreams can be lived in for a few hours through intravenous methods, vices and virtues blur. Scraping by is all you can do, and escapism is all you live for. Maybe that will change when you meet him. (Loosely based on Inception.)

The familiar haze of mental fog clouds your mind, it coats the edges of your thoughts like a viscous syrup. You find yourself in a wheat field, the golden crops stretching for as far as the eye can see ahead of you. The swirling breeze passes over your hands and you feel it tickle, a sensation you’ve not felt in a long time. After taking a crisp piece of the surrounding plants into your hands, you feel each and every texture it offers with a fingertip. It’s not like you’ve ever touched real wheat before, you want to imprint it to memory. With the piece of crop still in your dominant hand, you turn your head, body following its arc too, and your eyes meet a cottage. The building just exudes a comforting energy, it's homely even when your real home is nothing alike. The trees that are positioned off to the side of the cottage provide the right amount of shade, one side of the house has full direct sunlight and the other is gently shaded, but in a comforting way. You drop the wheat and make your way over to the cottage. As you make your way up to the front door, following the perfectly placed path, you take in the smell of the decorative flowers that adorn the surrounding gardens. The smell of real flowers is something you’re not used to. Finally upon reaching the door, you outstretch your hand to grasp the door handle. The moment your skin makes contact with the sun-heated metal, a blinding hot white shoots across your vision, and pulls you out.

Waking up is never easy, but it’s not like you’re not used to it. The moment you open your eyes you are met with the same dingy apartment as almost every other wake up. Your arms feel weak from lack of circulation as you reach across to pull out your IV. It doesn’t sting, you’ve done this so many times, it’d be surprising if it did. As your eyes adjust to the light you start to make out the time, it’s displayed on the heads up view of your plexi-wall, and reads 11:36PM. Stars, it’d been 7 hours since you last ate, and your body is definitely letting you know as it starts to wake up from its lulled state. You shift your wobbly legs away from the crusty office chair you were sitting on and begin to make your way over to the food dispensary. You hold your palm over the sensor as a silver sachet slides out and into your palm. You make quick work of depositing its contents into a bowl and mixing it with hot water, your hunger spurring you to be swifter.

Before you know it, all of the food has been devoured, your stomach full, and the night is ready to be conquered. You have no desire to leave the flat, nothing calling you besides money to leave the (lack of) comfort of your home. But of course, money always beats out desire, and so you hastily put on your shoes and proofed jacket, grab your safety umbrella and backpack, and leave. Things had to be paid for, and your credits were seriously running low, if you wanted to continue with your expensive hobby, it meant scrounging. You’re not dumb, you knew that daydreaming wasn’t a cheap, safe, respectable, or even remotely healthy hobby to have, but at this point it was escapism, freedom from pain, and so you’d do anything for that sweet peace.

Once you’re at street level, you put up your umbrella. At this point it’s better to be safe than sorry, the acid rain warning that you saw on your dash ringing out in your memory. It never used to be like this, acid rain was once unheard of, but in the last ten years pollution came to the point that even the water cycle couldn’t be trusted. That’s the joys of living in urban scum, you think to yourself. Your ears register the faint sounds of sizzling rain droplets on your umbrella and you're grateful for it now. Your pace quickens, and after a blur of around 20 minutes walk, you arrive at your workplace.

Workplace was definitely too light of a word to call the building that stands before you. The imposing structure juts out into the dark with brightly coloured lights on its each corner, signalling its presence, as if it was easy to miss without the lights. The commonplace sound of thumping bass echoes about the street for meters, and it only gets louder as you walk up the stairs and into the building. A sign reading ‘Sondaero LivingSpaces’ greets you, but you know full well the people here are barely living. Oh no, this type of place is home to some of the most prolific daydreamers; well, the most prolific for the underground scene. You step through a set of large doors and out into the main courtyard. It’s an indoor park, filled with neon bioluminescent plants, and jarringly placed speakers. If this was any other establishment, the sea of ravers surrounded by people daydreaming on cot beds would be jarring to you, but you’re so used to it that you couldn’t care less; or more so, you’re plainly desensitised to it.

You find your way out onto the dancefloor and surround yourself with people - the more people the better, it just makes your job easier. Safely hidden in the palm of your hand is a biometric chip you crafted yourself. Implants are a little drastic in your opinion, especially when cosmetic, but this was a necessary thing to you considering it earnt you money. The function of the chip worked like this: every person is assigned biometric numerical values by the government of their country, this is to make controlling their finances easier without having a physical device like a debit card or a mobile phone. Instead each user is assigned these numerical values based on their facial bone structure, and the chip's job was to scan this using minute sensors. All you had to do was simply wave your hand in the direct vicinity of their face, and await results - those results being the chip draining their bank account of credit and depositing it into yours. The waving part is complicated in normal use, but when at a club, where wild dancing is the norm, it makes hand movements so much less conspicuous. As you imagine the small amounts of money gradually making its way into your account a man approaches you to your side.

The guy has long-ish dark brown hair, with eyes of the same colour and a tall stature. He begins dancing near you, slowly moving closer and closer towards your vicinity. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to this man, he was objectively good looking, and the smirk he was wearing on his face was hard to ignore. Before you know it, he’s leaning in your ear and shout-whispering: “hey, do you wanna get a drink with me, angel?” The confidence in him to skip all normal greetings is astounding to you, but in some ways that makes him even more attractive to you, so you whisper-shout back “yeah!” and lead him over to the bar by the elbow.

After you have a few drinks in you, dancing becomes thoughtless, and swaying and grinding on the nameless man is even easier. “Yo, what’s your name?” You ask over the pulsing beat. His response is a finger trailing up your spine with the words ‘Johnny’ leaving his lips. Maybe those disquieting thoughts aren’t only silenced by daydreaming, maybe this could be another outlet. That thought curls in your mind, the wispy tendrils of a coherent thought fading like a misty night.

A few more drinks in your systems leads you to going home with the man, but your memories fade away as the night (or should you say early morning?) carries on. It passes by in a blur and the next thing you know you’re being startled awake by a cat sitting on your chest, with an unearthly headache.

Once you finally manage to extricate yourself from the cat’s grasps, you sit up and immediately notice the sleeping form of Johnny next to you on the tatami, his chest rising and falling with each breath. As quietly as you can, you tiptoe up off the tatami floor, acknowledge the ache throughout your entire body and move towards his kitchenette for a glass of water. Unbeknownst to you, Johnny apparently has a rudely noisy water purifying outlet attached to his faucet, and it decides to make itself known the moment you hover your palm over the on sensor. Johnny quickly stirs awake at the noise, and he sleepily opens his eyes in your direction.

“Wha-what’s going on?” He asks, squinting as his dark eyes adjust to the light. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just trying to get some water.” You respond, tottering back over to the tatami, glass of water in hand. “Um, I’m sorry, I don’t really remember much of last night, did we uh- what did we do?” You’re aware your question was haphazard, but the incessant hangover looming in your head has your thoughts less than clear.

“If you are wondering if we had sex, the answer is yes, but the only thing I remember is waking up covered in… unsavoury stuff...so that certainly was a way of knowing how. I also know that apparently at some part of the night we decided to dream ‘cause I had to tidy up the gear earlier, but to put any worries at bay, I’m clean and vaccinated so...yeah.” He finishes the end of his sentence, trailing off. Well, at least the mystery man is somewhat of a gentleman, and he’s not gonna give you anything nasty which is always a good thing. You realise his late night cleaning must’ve turned to yourself at some point considering you are somewhat dressed and clean, but you can’t find it in you to care, you’d come to this shameful point so what did a bit of aftercare matter.

“Oh ok, and thanks for letting me know. I’m clean and fully vaccinated too.” You respond, unsure how to act around him. Perhaps he feels your apprehension, and in answer he pats a spot on the tatami next to him, just away from his cat too. You make your way over to the spot, feet padding on the floor as you go. “Your cat’s cute, they decided to sit on my chest this morning. Despite knocking the breath out of me, they’re pretty charming.” Johnny’s eyes widen at this knowledge before throwing his head back and letting out a hearty laugh. It’s somewhat comforting to hear such a genuine laugh; it takes your mind off the world of insincerity around you.

“I apologise for Ten, he gets cuddly in the mornings.” Johnny picks up his cat to give you more space, Ten’s legs sprawling wide in the air before being put down to safety.

There’s something so warm and familiar about Johnny’s presence, it has you naturally leaning into him, and his arm comes to rest around your shoulders as your head gently leans on his chest. The feeling is just so warm and despite knowing you don’t know him well, it almost feels like you do. It feels like a lover long lost, and now he has returned a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest. It’s almost inexplicable, and if you were to try to justify it to anyone other than yourself, a wave of embarrassment would certainly wash over you.

Looking down at you, he meets your eyes, and they seem somewhat fond; not what you were expecting to see. “Do you fancy dreamin’?” He asks, still maintaining eye contact? “Hmm, sure, hopefully I’ll remember it this time.” You reply with a smile and he reciprocates.

Before you even open your eyes you’re met with the sensation of skin on skin. Beneath your fingertips you feel, what you suppose is a firm chest, and when you open your eyes your suspicions are confirmed. Your hands are resting on Johnny’s taut chest, and of course this is what an unscripted dream with the two of you looks like. You feel that you are naked too, and his hands rest gently around your waist, a relaxing gentle weight reassuring you he’s still there. You meet each other’s eyes and the tension is palpable in the air. He dips his head down and kisses you, lips melting together with ease. His hands move from their placing and trail down to cup the small of your back, your bodies meeting infinitely closer.

The two of you move together like jigsaw pieces slotting into place, there’s no conscious thoughts, only the two of you existing in this dream space. Part of you can feel Johnny’s thoughts swirling as you share the hazy unstructured scape. There’s hints of lust mixed with a sleepy mindset, probably left over from waking up moments ago in the real world. He’s set on being a lazy lover right now, selfishly devouring you with no haste in any of his actions, just taking these moments for himself. He can feel your thoughts just as much as you can feel his, he knows you’re feeling relaxed with him and he’s pleased at that, he knows how good you feel right now and he’s proud. He wants to use all of this time to make you feel good. You’re both in agreement that losing yourself in each other is ever so easy, and so you both fall into the other's grasps.

The second time you wake up, Ten is resting on your feet, warming them from the slight chill of the room. Johnny had roused quicker than you, and he’d already removed the IV from your arm. You spot him winding up the fluid bags and putting them into the insulated case they reside in. “How are you feeling?” He asks whilst disposing of the needles in the marked sharps box. “Good, lighter than usual. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you, albeit mostly imaginary.”

The floaty feeling remains in the forefront of your consciousness. Despite feeling lighter, less burdened, you’re aware that you need to change your vices. Constantly daydreaming, forming relationships through them, isn’t healthy. Continuous escapism isn’t a way to live; numbing yourself over and over again won’t solve anything. With a new fervor to gain meaning in your life, you rise from your place on the tatami. “What are your plans for today, John?” You ask, perhaps vices and meaning aren’t that different from each other.

long time no see! this is my penultimate fic :(( hopefully u guys enjoyed it! I know it’s not like my usual style and is somewhat offbeat but I hope it makes sense hehe <3

[wildwoodgoddess]

Notes From 221B: Chapter 4--A Sweet Suite In Baker Street

“As we walked together back to the sitting room with that wonderful fireplace, for one glorious moment I considered saying yes. Having to continue passing as a man, even with the risk of getting caught, would be worth it to live here, to be able to know Mr. Hope and Mrs. Hudson. This life could be mine—if I was willing to keep living the lie.”

(A Study In Garnet, chapter 4, by Meredith Rose)

To go along with the launch of my new web novel series Ladies of Baker Street (a gender-swapped Sherlock Holmes series, where Holmes and Watson are both queer Victorian women), I’ve been offering some peeks into cool historical stuff I’ve found relating to each chapter of book 1, A Study In Garnet. I’m continuing to use #A Study In Victorian Women. If you have something in particular you’d like me to talk about, I’d love to hear from you! I’m publishing the first book in serial form on Patreon, and I’m posting the first 10 chapters for free.

Today, we’re taking a look at Chapter 4—if you missed it, you can read it here, where Siân Watson gets her first look at her dream home, 221B Baker Street, and immediately falls in love with it—even though she’s convinced it can never work out.

What do we know about canon 221B? Well, not a whole lot, actually. In A Study In Scarlet, the rooms are described very briefly:

“They consisted of a couple of comfortable bedrooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows.”

Most of what people envision when they think of 221B Baker Street is based on the Sherlock Holmes museum in the area or one of the many Sherlock Holmes film or stage adaptations, or the Sydney Paget illustrations.

The house was probably a large mansion build in the late 1700’s, and it likely was under a long-term lease. That means that Mrs. Hudson owned the lease instead of owning the property outright. It may have had a business on the ground floor (in my story, it’s a tea shop), and the kitchen and maybe even rooms for any live-in maids or Billy the page would have been located in the basement or possibly in the top floor.

Mrs. Hudson would have lived on the top level, and the original stories mention how Watson could hear the maid and Mrs. Hudson passing by his room on the way to their own rooms on the top floor, so it’s likely that her room was also up there.

To be clear, Mrs. Hudson was definitely not the housekeeper, and even though the original stories seem to imply she cooked for Holmes and Watson, I think it’s more likely that Mrs. Hudson would have employed a cook. I’ve seen estimates that the rent would have included meals, cleaning, and laundry, for around 3 pounds per month.

What about water closets and baths?

By the first half of the 1870s, flush toilets, known as water closets, were common in a lot of English homes. Mrs. Hudson’s house would likely have had a water cistern either in the attic or on the roof. The water system in London during this time period was in the process of being converted from one that would only run a few hours a day to one that was available all the time. So we don’t know exactly where 221B would have been in this process by 1881. If it wasn’t in the part of town that had been converted yet, then there would be running water a few hours of the day. It would fill up the cistern and provide water pressure for flushing the toilets and for use in cooking and cleaning, as well as baths.

Canon indicates that there was a bathroom on the same floor as Watson’s room (for my American readers who are used to using “bathroom” to mean “toilet”, this would be a separate room than the water closet. The bathroom is where you take a bath. The water closet is where the toilet is.)

In my story, I designated that upstairs bath for Mrs. Hudson, because I felt that the woman deserved to have her own space and something nice for herself. But I created another bathroom on the second floor, down the hall from Holmes’ room for Holmes and Watson to use.

By 1881, it’s very possible that 221B Baker Street had a hot water system for taking hot baths. There would have been a boiler behind the oven in the kitchen or a hot water cylinder above it and pipes to carry the hot water throughout the house.

What would the interior design have been like?

If the house itself dated to the late 1700’s, the architectural features of it would have been more like Jane Austen (Georgian era) than Victorian. But Victorian features could have been added over time. And my Mrs. Hudson is someone who likes to keep her house looking up to date. So the way I describe the rooms in the house are in line with the Aesthetic Movement of the 1870’s.

The Aesthetic Movement was a reaction against mid-Victorian mass-production. The idea was that even our functional elements of daily life, like metalwork, furniture, and textiles, should be beautiful in its own right as well as functional. It also was very influenced by Japanese elements, so, for example, cranes, cherry blossoms, and bamboo were popular motifs. Wallpaper was extremely popular, and it was used in layers, even on the ceiling. Favorite colors included sage and olive green, as well as dusty reds and brilliant blues.

William Morris, who is experiencing a resurgence in popularity at the moment, is probably the most well-known designer of this era, though, ironically, he didn’t like being associated with the movement at all.

I drew inspiration for the wallpapers in Watson’s room, Holmes’ room, and the sitting room from Bradbury Wallpaper, which has a whole section of historical Victorian papers from this time period. Here are the three I used:

1) Siân Watson's Room: Bradbury Woodland Sweet Briar Roomset in Aesthetic Green

2) Sherlyn Holmes' Room: Bradbury Jeffrey Roomset in Moss

3) 221B Baker Street Sitting Room: Bradbury Aesthetic Movement Roomset Cherry Blossom in Burgundy

Many people today find this style to be too busy and too dark feeling. However, right now (in 2022), maximalism in home decorating is growing in popularity, and this is making people more interested again in these kinds of wallpapers and decor.

What I like about it is how visually rich and interesting it is, and how cozy it makes a room feel. It’s like being wrapped up in a snug piece of art, which is, I suppose, the whole aim of the Aesthetic Movement.

I think it fits 221B Baker Street perfectly.

I was a little late this week in posting this—mostly because last night, I just did my first D&D session as a DM and I spent a lot of the week prepping (and stressing!) for it. But it went great! And tomorrow, you’ll get to read chapter 5 of A Study In Garnet—be on the lookout for it!

[oharascholar]

Why Sanji meeting Yamato has LGBTQ+ readers on edge - Scholar’s Summaries #1

(Image originally posted to Tumblr by user Rumenta)

As the Wano arc in One Piece progresses steadily, the cast of the series expands ever more. Amongst the unique cast of new characters, we meet Kaido’s Son - Yamato, a young man who wishes to be just like the beloved ex-hero of the country, a man named Oden.

Yamato is an exciting character to see for many LGBTQ+ people like myself. He is a man who was assigned female at birth, who has plump lips, long eyelashes, and breasts. This, to many LGBTQ+ readers, and definitely to myself, brings up the idea of masculine people being allowed to exhibit traditionally ‘female’ body parts, and a comforting reminder that you can be a man without paying for gender-affirming surgery or binding your chest. This speaks to me as a transmasc nonbinary person - I, too, was assigned female at birth, refer to myself as a man, and have a traditionally female body in the same way. I do not once think of myself as a woman.

(One Piece Chapter 984, page 17 of 17. First published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2020, issue 31)

My opinion of Yamato thus far, as a transmasc nonbinary person, has been entirely positive - I enjoy seeing a man who is openly referred to as a man in universe (for example, ‘Kaido’s Son’), who has features which are traditionally seen as non-masculine. It is how I feel about my own body - I rarely give a second thought to the fact that I have breasts. They don’t make me any less masculine, and I tend not to dwell on them at all. It makes me feel happy to see a character who I can truly relate to on such a personal level.

Yamato is a positively portrayed character in the series, and is a supporting character to our main protagonist, Luffy. He plays an important role in fighting against the main villain of this arc. He was even shown to be good friends with Portgaz D. Ace, one of the most beloved supporting characters in the series - even giving Ace the much important ‘vivre card’ which played a vital role in the Marineford Arc. Yamato is given plot importance within the story as a whole with this, linking him throughout the story.

(One Piece Chapter 1000, page 9 of 19 first published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2021, issue 5-6)

It is also easy, as a transmasc person, to read heavily into Yamato’s situation with his father. Initially, it seems positive - Kaido refers to Yamato as his son openly. To an outsider, Kaido accepts Yamato’s identity... Then enter the ‘Oden’ issue.

Yamato wishes to be just like Kozuki Oden on all fronts, changing his appearance to try and look just like him. This part of Yamato’s identity has caused contemption in Kaido, with Yamato even recounting that Kaido would beat him over it. Ever since Yamato first wanted to be like Oden, from the age of eight, Kaido has kept him shackled up inside of his residence.

Yamato states that he can’t truly be Oden until he is free of his shackles given to him by his father. To many, this strikes as a direct parallel towards living in a transphobic household.

When Luffy, a character who has represented liberation throughout the series, first tries to remove these shackles, Yamato is instinctively afraid. He explains that the shackles will explode, and that they’ve been on him for twenty years. He also ponders if he is being kept in by a lie - wondering if his father would really let his son be blown up for merely leaving the island.

(One Piece Chapter 985, page 9 of 19. First published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2020, issue 33-34)

No matter how you put it, Yamato is transgender. Though it has not been officially stated as such, it seems to be heavily implied that he is a transgender man, without issue.

Yamato instinctively wants to keep the status quo, one which technically keeps him safe, at the expense of his identity and freedom. The danger, of course, is purely created by his father. This something which many transgender people can resonate with, the idea of staying ‘in the closet’ so as to not cause contemption within your family.

Luffy removes the shackles and throws them away, causing them to explode - this event causes Yamato to become enraged and upset, stating that he no longer thinks of Kaido as his father. This is a powerful moment, the act of breaking the ties with an abusive parent who does not accept his identity.

It is important to be aware of why Elizabeth or Tibany was so offensive, whilst Yamato feels progressive. Transgender women in media are often presented as predatory, as if they were men in dresses who only want to prey on young men, and Elizabeth is a prime example of the worst of this transmysogynistic stereotype. Had this character been on their lonesome, along a multitude of other transgender women with different body types, and had Elizabeth not been predatory, this would be a fine character. Transgender women and transfem people as a whole should not feel guilty to exhibit as much body hair as they like, and to have as deep of a voice as they like, without worry of being mocked or ridicule. 

… Or, without issue, so far.

Sanji appears to be on a direct collision course for one Young Master Yamato, which puts a lot of anxiety into LGBTQ+ readers. Rightfully so, as in the past, Sanji has been used as a vehicle for horrific transphobia in the series, as touched on by the One Piece Podcast in text and in audio. This alone brings up multiple concerns - the most worrying of all is the possibility that Yamato has been a long setup for a particularly horrific transphobic punchline. The author, Eiichiro Oda, has been more than capable of writing transphobia into his series before, such as with the character Elizabeth (or Tibany, as this character is known in the manga), a transgender woman coded character who is a walking offensive stereotype - even acting in a predatory way towards young men. There is definitely a certain validity behind such worries.

But, when the only representation in this part of One Piece is predatory people with deep voices and stubble all over, you can see why this is completely different to Yamato exhibiting breasts and such.

(Chapter 543, page 1 of 20. First published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2009, issue 26 / Chapter 994, page 17 or 17, first published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2020, issue 48)

Another concerning path is that Sanji will see Yamato and fawn all over him - only for him to act horrified and disgusted upon hearing Yamato affirm that he is a man. During the infamous Fishman Island arc, Sanji had a life-saving blood transfusion given to him by two transgender-coded women - this alone was enough for him to start screaming and flipping himself around the bed in horror - a truly upsetting act of transmisogyny that many agree should never have been put in the series at all.

However, our combined worries may be for nothing. Oda has also written nonbinary and transgender characters who have been delightful to witness, and have been much accepted and adored by the LGBTQ+ community as a whole - Characters such as Bentham, a character who can shapeshift and monologues about their gender, or Kiku, a transgender woman in the current arc, who has been portrayed respectfully thus far, being in the series for almost 100 chapters. There is still hope that Oda has changed his ways from his dark Fishman Island Days.

In the most hopeful outcome, this meeting will serve as a character growth point - Sanji has matured as a character, and is ready to treat transgender people as human beings. This outcome seems tantalisingly possible to me, especially since characters will openly reffer to Yamato as male without issue.

(One Piece Chapter 979, page 14 of 17. First Published in Weekly Shonen Jump 2020, issue 23.)

Another hopeful outcome is that Sanji will simply not address it - but it certainly seems intentional that Oda has sent Sanji specifically towards Yamato, and I am certain that there is a reason. But, notably, Sanji had a meeting with Kiku in a similar vein, and nothing of note happened in that interaction.

I myself dearly hope that the day will not come where I look at this article and think, ‘This has aged horribly.’. I have a lot of faith in Eiichiro Oda to do the right thing - especially since almost 10 years has passed since his last major act of transphobia and transmisogyny. Surely, in today’s climate, and with the progressive nature of One Piece as a whole, he has learnt and is ready to write the LGBTQ+ characters that are respectful and progressive as a whole, without falling back on poor-taste punchlines.

As for now, only time will tell the true nature of Eiichiro Oda in 2021. Or, as many of us like to put it … "Who knows with this guy?!"

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The Ohara Scholar / Róisí “Puppy” Law, 17th April 2021