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tartrazeen · 7 months ago

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My thoughts have started up again 👏🏽

I had that post the other day about a concept I'd been toying with: Rohan potentially being autistic. I'm still a little nervous to commit to that, because I'd want to do it justice, but the one thing I can commit to is that he grew up on the outside of all the other children.

That's really stuck in my head. I'm honestly not sure if he's ever had an interaction with someone on the show - other than Angus - where it actually started as something positive. Think about it:

Deirdre starts off yelling at Rohan to remember his place, you lowly apprentice

Ivar starts off stringing Rohan up by his foot, you lowly thief

Garrett starts off by immediately offering to kick his ass, you lowly braggart

Lugad comes out IMMEDIATELY swinging, you lowly weakling

Even Conchobar yells at him a little. Fin Varra tries to crush him between some rocks. Cathbad technically starts off defending him, but also summons a skeleton - which Rohan thinks is cool, so I guess we'll still count that as positive.

... I am just noticing now that every time Rohan met another one of the Mystic Knights, Angus was there too.

Interesting 👀

I digress uwu

Rohan's grown up - and still lives a life - with people coming at him with hostility for this reason or that one. And he takes it in stride. It's really like he's used to it, along with disappointing everyone. That's where the people pleasing side shines. He's so weirdly accepting of everyone thinking he's weird or unworthy or someone to put back in his place, and it's truly only Angus who's been at his side. That's why he emphasizes it when Angus is enchanted into fighting Rohan: he needs his best friend beside him. Not Cathbad, not his team, but Angus specifically. Angus is Rohan's rock.

(tee-hee pun)

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r u thinkin wut im thinkin

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What if Angus was just as bad?

We know how Rohan and Angus met Cathbad. By then, they were already friends. But as I was writing that post about Rohan coming across as autistic-coded, and Cathbad thinking Angus was another village kid taking advantage of Rohan's kind nature...

And then there was some other random post about character dynamics, where two people were each other's guard dog and actually enjoyed it or didn't care. Angus is so loyal. Rohan's loyal right back, but Angus is SO LOYAL.

That mashed together into me remembering that much older idea (was it this post? 🤔) of Rohan getting knocked out in a forest after a storm, then waking up to see Angus peering down at him, the first thing Rohan sees when his vision comes back. And from there, they're friends.

So I'm picturing Rohan being in a village. Not one near Kells yet (I still adore the idea of Angus moving them from place to place to stay ahead of the Temran army), but one where Angus and some other kids live.

And they bully him.

He's weird. He's strange. Maybe he's new to the village. He's too trusting and sincere. He's the easiest target to be picked on, even with a stupid sword, because what's he gonna do? Fight them? They're innocent villagers, and 'knights' don't hurt those. Except he's not a knight and never will be.

I'm imagining a time where Deirdre actually asks Rohan how he and Angus became such good friends, while she's watching him grind herbs for Cathbad at the druid's How're. Maybe she's realizing how hard true friendship is to find, and muses that it must be because she's a girl. Surprisingly, Rohan says it can be just as difficult for boys. That catches Deirdre off-guard; he and Angus are practically inseparable. But Rohan shrugs and says it's different now from how it was back then. Now, yes, they are inseparable. Growing up...

She pries into it until he admits none of the other kids liked being around someone who never stopped talking about being a knight. Some kids would even be cruel. Dangerous. Deirdre thinks that surely he can't mean Angus, but Rohan says Angus used to be the worst one. Everybody liked him, and he had so much influence over the others that Rohan couldn't escape it. Angus would get the others to come up with 'warrior training' for him, trapping him in caves or throwing dirt or whatever little mean thing they thought might be fun.

This is beyond shocking for Deirdre to hear. I doubt she'd even believe it. But Rohan might mention that it's part of the reason Cathbad's been so reluctant to fully accept Angus. Rohan's moved on from those scars, and Angus has made up for everything that happened when they were kids a hundred times over, but memories take longer to fade for druids, and Rohan had eventually told Cathbad everything.

Deirdre asks what changed for them. Rohan says he 'won' Angus' friendship. There was a witch, apparently, that lived in a particular forest. Angus had dared Rohan to prove himself to the kids by going to that witch's house. The trouble was, the witch's house didn't exist. The forest where it was supposed to be was known for being almost endless - so many had been lost before, and Rohan might've been the next one. But he was prepared to brave it if it meant he'd win something.

Angus had laughed and asked what Rohan wanted for this.

Rohan said he wanted a friend.

Angus and everyone else absolutely howled. But sure enough, he agreed, saying that if Rohan went to the witch's house and brought back proof, Angus would be his best friend.

Rohan had said it had to be forever.

Angus promised they'd be best friends 'til the day they died.

So they agreed.

The day Rohan went in, he left a trail for himself, carving into the trees to find his way back. But he wouldn't be returning until he found this witch's house. The day faded, night set in, and still nothing. Another day passed, and that one brought a storm.

Rohan was blinded by the rain, none of the trees offering any shelter from it. The pain of its cold sting kept him awake at least, enough to keep searching. On and on he looked until finally, the worst happened: a tree shattered from lightning and landed on Rohan, pinning him under it.

Another day passed as Rohan passed out.

He wakes up to someone gently slapping him. With the sun overhead and his vision blurry, it's like some otherworldly, glowing shape of light. A few more smacks, and Rohan's eyes adjust to see Angus, standing over him and asking if he's dead. Rohan's woozy, not dead, but definitely trapped.

Angus says he followed Rohan's trail after there was no sign of the boy returning. There wasn't really a witch's house, but there was a storm, and Angus wasn't so cruel as to let Rohan die out here just because he wanted a friend. (He would wait two days before going in after Rohan, though.) It kind of stopped being funny when it turned out Rohan was that desperate.

He says all this while digging Rohan out from under the tree. When Rohan's loose, Angus shrugs and says they should head back, but Rohan says he isn't leaving until he finds the witch's house.

Angus is annoyed. He'd just said there was no witch's house. That was a joke. No sense dragging it out anymore, so time to go back.

Rohan asks if Angus will be friends with him. When Angus laughs, Rohan says he's staying until he finds the witch's house. And then he starts walking (limping) deeper into the forest.

Angus, genuinely confused, starts running after Rohan, saying there's no witch. After Rohan ignores him, Angus just... trails along, eventually asking why Rohan has to be so weird all the time. Maybe he'd have some friends if he knocked it off with all the big talk about being a knight. Kids like them didn't become knights. All Rohan ever seemed to do was rub that in their faces.

It'd be a slow, careful conversation. The two would talk for the first time ever, and Rohan - still weird - might say a few odd things that actually get Angus to laugh. A nice laugh. Not the cruel one he'd only ever had before. But no matter how many times Angus brings it up, Rohan refuses to go back until he's found the witch.

They stay another night in the forest. Angus doesn't hate it. Rohan notices how different Angus is when he's not surrounded by the other kids, and Angus shrugs, not getting into it.

When Angus wakes up the next morning, he's alone. And he instantly panics, thinking he's been abandoned in the forest. It'd be the perfect revenge, actually. And in the minutes of terror flooding his head, he thinks he's a fool to let his guard down like that. This was a stupid idea, and he's doomed himself with it.

Then Rohan appears. He's brought breakfast. He was foraging while Angus was asleep.

All is instantly forgiven once Angus is fed - and Rohan's very proud of himself for finding something Angus likes.

But he still isn't going back. Not until he finds the witch.

Angus sighs and says fine, they can be friends if they just go back. Rohan asks if they're going to be best friends - for life, like the deal said. Angus is very, very hesitant to openly yell 'no,' but that hesitation is all Rohan needs to pack up and keep searching the forest.

Angus comes along, because at this point, he may as well. But Rohan has to stop for him a lot. He doesn't ever do this much walking.

There's no witch's house. But there were people who went missing in this forest forever. Rohan's not afraid - not as much as going back to that village - but Angus is starting to get creeped out. Just before he can ask Rohan to leave for the hundredth time, they suddenly hear it.

The witch.

Except it's not a house. It's a cave.

And that witch is a very, very big wolf.

(👀 loving that Angus has to fight the Rock Wolf when he's older to get his armour)

Angus freaks out and goes up the first tree he can. Rohan tries to climb up a different tree, but he's still hurt from when he got pinned. He has to duck under a different log, just barely getting away from the wolf's teeth, but it's started digging its way towards him.

There's not much time. Rohan's trying to slash at the wolf with his sword, but he can't seem to hit it hard enough from the angle he's at. But Angus, in the trees, some having been freshly struck and still smoldering from the storm's lightning, sees a massive tree limb that could fall if he could just get to it.

He's climbing over, moving as fast as he can, only to see a glimmer of metal in the leaves below him. That's Rohan's sword. What Rohan's fighting the wolf with is just a stick; he must've dropped it as he tried and failed to get up the tree. But that's almost lucky, because Angus can jump down now to get that sword. He snatches it up, getting back to the tree he needs to hack at to get the limb to fall.

As soon as the limb plummets to the ground, Angus drops the sword for Rohan to get. It's the perfect combination - the tree limb was a direct hit, and in the yelp of pain and confusion from the wolf, Rohan grabs his sword and finally scares the thing off.

They're breathless. They're tired. They're scared. But Rohan asks if that means he's won the bet.

Angus - out of instinct - says that wasn't a witch. But at the look of despair in Rohan's eyes, Angus finds himself saying, "... Well, I know knights can't lie. But I can. So... let's just say it was a hairy witch."

The walk back is just as weird as Angus expected, but there's an infectious joy and energy in how weird Rohan is. It's nice. Angus almost feels like he has someone keeping up with him for once, who doesn't mind how much Angus likes to talk, too.

Getting back to the village is a different story. The kids are cruel. Angus tries to awkwardly get them to ease off, but the moment they start to turn on him, Angus puts that down fast. Before morning, he's already decided he doesn't need to be here anymore. And him and Rohan are best friends now, right? So if Angus wants to go to another village, Rohan would come too, right?

I'm a little sleepy now (it's almost 2 am 😭) but the idea of this being a flashback episode to fully emphasize how close they are now absolutely delights me. I'd love to have some little callback after this, where Angus walks in to hear a short bit of Rohan's tale, right as Rohan's saying how loyal and caring and important Angus is to him. It's flattering, right up until Angus understands what they've been talking about.

Deirdre says at least they've outgrown all of that. It gives her hope for finding another princess to be best friends with. Maybe someday. But she leaves, happy to know friendship can blossom even under the worst environment.

In the quiet moment that follows, Angus shyly apologizes for everything that happened when they were kids. Rohan tries to brush it off, saying he's forgotten, but Angus tells him knights aren't supposed to lie. The small smile that earns gets Rohan to admit that it hurt to grow up with everyone thinking he was weird. He's glad to have Angus in his life, but he wishes it hadn't taken so much to earn it.

Angus says Rohan's always been gentle that way. He takes too much from people that shouldn't ever dare to give him that grief. But as Rohan agrees, he says it doesn't happen anymore. That's because of Angus.

There's a moment where Rohan stumbles to talk, but finally asks if Angus really is only friends with him because of a bet.

Angus thinks. The bet is what gave him the chance to get to know Rohan, of course. But no. He loves Rohan, and that's because of who Rohan is as a person. He's Angus' favourite, weird ball of fire who actually became the knight he said he'd be.

Rohan asks if Angus is telling the truth.

Angus says of course he is. He's a knight now, too.

Rohan, on a lighter note, says that as long as Angus is sticking with that, what happened to the snack he'd left on the table for later?

Angus says he cannot lie.

And then he leaves.

Rohan has a good laugh at that. It's one of the many ways - big and small - that Angus has done so much to bring him joy. Maybe there's a pang of anxiousness as the feeling of "It was only a bet" comes back to him, but in the next moment, he hears Angus calling to him to stop doing chores and come home fun. Possibly as Angus finds a brand-new power on Cathbad's shelf to play with. 🥲

What I especially love about this is how it still ties into my 'Rohan Villain Arc' idea. It's further fuel for the fire: the specter of Angus' childhood bullying can so easily rear its head in that fight, slamming a wedge between them with it alone.

ok i am actually very tired i need to sleep now

#mystic knights of tir na nog #my stuff #good job tartra

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nephilim-tears · 3 years ago

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THE LOVE LANGUAGE OF LEISURE

ADRIAN CHASE X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. Cock warming mentioned.

↳ Comfort Fic :: It seems I have domesticated y(our) boy.

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The unconfined sound of gunfire and screaming men streamlined to her senses that were now blooming awake like a field of peonies.

Completely unphased by the violence, she brushed the strands of hair out of her face and threw an oversize shirt over her exposed body, and braved the cold wooden floors with a pair of thigh-high socks.

Remarkably enough the brutality broadcasted through the tv speakers evoked a sense of comfort. It meant Adrian was home.

She strolled to the living room in anticipation only to be greeted with his shirtless tone body cladded only in gray sweatpants. The Adonis sculpture of a man sat criss crossed on the floor, glasses preached on his nose and the tip of his tongue caught between his pursed rosy lips in concentration, occasionally conversing with someone on the other end of the microphone secured on his head.

As the lean muscles of his arms flexed with each movement of the controller, the butterflies took flight in the pit of her stomach.

He paused the game upon catching sight of her, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, come here,” He lightly patted his thighs; it was impossible not to mirror his Cheshire cat grin that emphasized his dimples.

“I slept too long and now I miss you” a yawn followed her response. He hummed in appreciation and pulled her in for a bear hug. Adrian may have a difficult time understanding emotions, but when it came to her, he never had to wonder; she was openly affectionate with him and always patient.

As she straddled his narrow waist, his hands instinctively went to her butt rubbing and squeezing the tender flesh, “Are you naked under my shirt?”

“Everyone is naked under their clothes, Adri,” She bumped his nose with hers.

A collection of oh’s and ah’s echoed through the headset, “Is that your girl?”An unfamiliar voice asks louder than the rest, “I thought you made her up.”

Even Though they couldn’t see him, Adrian rolled his eyes, “Si, Questa è la mia Bella,” he responded enunciating the words weirdly.

“Dude, why are you calling me the Twilight girl in front of your friends?” Her tone was whimsical as it frequently was with her boyfriend.

“Okay yeah, I believe it, that one’s your girl,” Someone said dryly which prompted an eruption of miscellaneous laughter on the other end.

Adrian’s giggle encompasses the empty living room, what a vibrant and delightful sound she thought. She’ll spend the rest of her life trying to make him laugh if he permits her to do so.

He removes the now muted headset granting them absolute privacy and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’d never, besides, you’re way hotter.”

“So true my superhero boy-toy,” She smiles and exaggerates a dreamy sigh.

“Did you have breakfast already?” Knowing Adrian sometimes forgets to eat when he’s engrossed in any activity for too long.

“Yeah, here, I left the strawberries for you; I know they’re your favorite,” He picks up a plate of half-eaten waffles and glazed strawberries.

“You did that for me?” She coos glancing between the strawberry and Adrian, touched by the simple yet thoughtful gesture.

“Why would you assume I don’t know how to love you?” The slight uptick in tone of his voice suggests he’s taken minor offense to the question.

She swooped his hair to the side enjoying the silky texture against the pads of her fingers, “It’s not that - it's a romantic gesture Adrian, that’s all. Thank you.”

“Well, you’re very welcome” A pretty smile danced across his lips, hovering a fork with the strawberry stuck to the end near her mouth.

She accepted biting into it, as he pulled the fork away she, grabbed his hand and placed a feather-light kiss on the soft underside of his wrist.

“Are you kissing the hand that feeds you?” Adrian said only half-joking hoping he wasn’t wrong.

She nodded, doe eyes never fleeing him, it was Adrian’s turn to be flattered by a romantic gesture. In retaliation, he tackled her to the ground, planting a series of uncoordinated kisses on every surface area of her face.

When he brought his lips down to her neck, the kisses got slower and more deliberate, knowing the hot-button areas of her body better than anyone.

The gradient of the atmosphere shifted from something pink and fluffy to something red and passionate as it often does with the young lovers.

“You like when I do this don’t you?” He rasped close to the shell of her ear, completely aware of how sexy she found his voice especially when it gets this low; It was information he kept in his back pocket at all times.

The sensation of his breath on her sensitive skin launched a missile down her spine, crushed by his weight all she could manage was a meek nod. Adrian is a meticulous and tactical man; he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, I know you better than that, can’t hide your true colors from me. Fuck I’m so lucky. Look at this body, fucking perfect. I’d stay in you all day if you let me” He praises, giving her neck a light squeeze then running his considerably larger hand vertically down her figure. The thin material of his t-shirt did not do much to deter the friction between his warm hands and her skin.

She could see the earnestness through the heat of his vulgar words. Adrian was a lot of things a liar wasn’t one of them, it made her want him more causing her to instinctively buck her pelvis onto his.

He placed his hand on the sides of her hips, halting her movements with a smirk. Oh, so this was his retaliation. He wanted to rile her up and leave her hot and bothered.

“It’s just…I’m busy right now. These guys suck, and I have to carry the whole team.”

Never did she think she’d face the day, where she had to convince Adrian to take his dick out.

Either way, challenge accepted, “Oh don’t let me distract you Mr. Hotshot-I’m-Busy-I-Have-No-Time-For-My-Girlfriend” she scoffed in faux annoyance.

His eyes narrowed, confusion swirling around like koi fishes in a pond, “Was that sarcasm? If you're gonna be sarcastic you need to let me know ahead of time.”

She craned her neck and kissed the bandaid on his forehead she placed there the night before.

Getting a whiff of his powder-scented detergent and waffles on his breath, “I’ll send you a street urchin with a telegram the next time I plan on being sarcastic.”

Ever the opportunist, she rocked her hips back and forth a few times leaving a wet snail trail in the area she dragged her pussy; relishing in the feeling of his already hardened dick outlining through his gray sweats.

Adrian blinked down at the motion between their bodies and sighed in defeat, he had created a monster, and now he had to fuck it. A spoiled, spoiled little monster that could bat her lashes twice in his direction and he’d fall over completely at her mercy.

Deciding he endured enough of her teasing, Adrian reached into his pants and pulled out his now rock-hard dick, slapping it a few times on her already drenched clit earning a surprised squeak from her. He could play the teasing game too, and if he was honest he played it better.

The sight of his delicious precum dripping onto her thigh caused her to lick her lips quickly. He’d never let her live it down if he caught her drooling for his dick.

Adrian growled at the warm sensation, as he lifted her hips up and let her slip down his cock inch by inch. “Always such a good boy for me,” she praised peppering kisses on his lips, his cock twitched inside of her at the compliment.

After what felt like an eternity to him, “Can I fuck you?” He pouted resting his head on her shoulder, subtly was never his specialty.

“I thought you were busy, pretty boy, keep playing.”

A minute passed before the corner of her lips hiked in a devious smirk and she clenched her walls around him a few times “Actually, turn the mic on baby, I’m about to get you some street cred.”

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x y/n #peacemaker #dc #adrian chase x you #adrian chase #vigilante x reader #vigilante imagine #vigilante x y/n

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edoro · 3 years ago

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we’re talking (non-graphically) about csa a bit under the cut

but oh my god also wow, holy groomer behavior, batman

like on one level, grooming is just bog-standard manipulation turned to a particular aim (preparing a child to accept sexual contact), and so of course Philip’s general sleazy manipulation can be read this way because that’s the foundation of grooming behavior, with or without that specific intent behind it

on the other hand, i have already long since gotten that kind of vibe from Belos in his relationship with Hunter specifically, and this only adds fuel to that particular reading of the text.

(yes, i’m going to link that post every time i bring it up)

the way he zeroed in on Luz specifically as the one to manipulate, right away? of course - she’s a child. she’s naive and vulnerable in a way Lilith isn’t. she’s compassionate and caring and clearly responds very well to even small amounts of praise and attention from an adult, and he not only gave her that, but he cleverly played hot-and-cold with her, so that when he did praise her, it felt more meaningful and sincere, like she’d broken through to him.

the relative positioning of the characters throughout the scenes is interesting too - there’s often a bit of a distance between Luz and Lilith, while she’s physically closer to Philip, talking to him and sharing things with him. the way Lilith kept sort of moving in to be closer, too, and the suspicious looks she was giving him, and the looks he was giving her...

the praise, letting her feel like she’d really shown him something new even while he was obviously insecure and irritated about it... referencing the crab maiden thing, like it’s a playful little inside joke between the two of them - Belos is very playful, actually, in a weirdly dry sort of way, and it’s one of the things i really enjoy about his character. it’s incredibly creepy.

he just so effortlessly manipulated this child to get her to care for him and go against her own instincts, ignore her own sense of something being wrong... and there’s really something about the way he lied, too.

he did it so incredibly casually and easily, without putting much thought into it at all. he barely even tried to reconcile his words and actions - putting on this whole show of false humility, of needing help, being so frail, and praising Luz and talking about how difficult it was for him to discover and learn to use glyphs, and then moments later busting out this FMA-esque gigantic complex glyph combination to pull off a very technically complex spell, for instance? that was his first real mask-slip moment, imo.

even when Luz catches him in a lie, he doesn’t get angry or defensive, he doesn’t try to deny it, he doesn’t try to justify. he just smoothly moves on and acts like, well, of course he lied, let’s not get hung up on all of that - he just barely reacts at all to it, and just moves on, and this is an incredibly destabilizing form of manipulation that produces a profound sense of confusion and dislocation in the person it’s being done to.

they know what was literally just said/done to them, but the person who did it isn’t acting like simultaneously they didn’t do/say anything and obviously they did/said that, who wouldn’t, it’s completely normal - not trying to argue that it is, simply acting as if it’s self-evidently true that it is - and so no sooner than the victim has a reaction about the action than do they begin to doubt their reaction and the reality of the action itself.

that sort of thing goes beyond bog-standard manipulation and lying. this is a man who is so deeply entitled he thinks absolutely nothing of toying with a person’s very sense of reality in order to get what he wants, and he does it with a soft voice and a warm smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

so in conclusion: boy am i glad Luz had an adult present and also someone please get Hunter away from this man stat

#get hunter away from him yesterday #let's do another time adventure and just make sure he never gets any control over hunter whatsoever in fact #the creep vibes are beyond the scope of modern measurements tbh #the beard does NOT help.#philip wittebane #toh spoilers #the owl house #meta

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now.

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too.

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy.

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English.

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke.

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that.

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her.

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest.

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over.

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language.

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing.

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly.

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors.

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest.

“Oh come here my little bean.”

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When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay.

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together.

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions.

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately.

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes.

“I hate you, you know that right?”

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?” He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it.

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.”

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction.

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat.

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees.

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips.

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous.

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

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kaimelia · 4 years ago

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Heartbeats (Ch.1)

a/n: hi! so, this is something I've been working on for a while and im finally posting it....I'm going to finish paper rings soon but this has been sitting in my computer for too long now and I want to start posting it! I hope you enjoy it :)

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It’d started small; they were at the park, and Link was chasing their four-year-old around the grass as Amelia laid on the blanket, snapping pictures with a wide grin spread across her face. Scout ran into her arms, and she hugged him, glancing up at her husband as he walked back. She noticed a slight limp in his leg and raised her eyebrows in confusion, making a mental note.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, lowering himself onto the blanket across from her. “My leg’s just a little sore. I must’ve slept on it weirdly.” Scout moved from his mother’s embrace to grab the truck he had brought, pushing it around the blanket. Amelia tilted her head to the side.

“Okay, but you’ll tell me if it gets worse, right?” Her voice wavered more than she expected it to, and she knew Link would notice. He grabbed her hand.

“Of course.”

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A week later, she woke up to the sound of him heaving into the toilet. She ran into the bathroom, placing her hand on his back and kneeling on the bathroom floor next to him. “You okay?” He nodded slowly before puking into the ceramic bowl again.

“I feel like crap.” Amelia placed her hand against his forehead, standing up to wet a washcloth.

“I don’t think you have a fever. Is it just nausea?” He breathed heavily once she placed the cool washcloth on his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat on his face.

“I’m exhausted, too, but that could just be from work.” She frowned sympathetically, running her fingers through his hair.

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” Amelia joked, happy to hear a quick laugh from him. She glanced up as the bathroom door was pushed open.

“Is daddy okay?” The mother smiled, tousling her husband’s hair and standing up to take her son’s hand.

“Daddy’s just a bit sick. Let’s go get you ready for school, okay?” She led the boy out of their room and into his, helping him get ready for school. He rambled excitedly about his new dinosaur toy as she made waffles for him, pouring an absurd amount of syrup onto the plate. Link came down a few minutes later, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “Hey, you’re feeling better?” He shrugged.

“Gonna call in sick to work and sleep all day.” He placed his hands on his son’s shoulders. Scout turned to his father, excitedly waving the dinosaur in his face. “I can pick this guy up from school.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Amelia raised her eyebrows at her son’s request.

“You’ll have to convince your father on that one.” Scout grinned widely up at his father.

Amelia wasn’t at all surprised when she came home from work to see them eating ice cream in the living room, The Good Dinosaur playing on the TV. She kissed her son’s forehead, receiving an absent-minded greeting from him before his attention diverted back to the movie. She moved to sit on the other side of her husband and curled into his body. “Hi,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. “Are you feeling better?” He pursed his lips tightly.

“Not really. But I’m okay.” She took a moment to look up at him, noticing the unusual paleness of his skin, the slight shake in his hand that was holding his ice cream. Amelia placed her hand over his heart, feeling the quick beating of his heart.

“Are you still having leg pain? From the other day at the park?” He paused for a moment as if in thought before confirming. “You should go relax. Take a nap. I’ve got him for the afternoon.” He hesitantly complied, leaving her to make dinner and amuse their son with conversations about space as he happily ate dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. Once she heard Link leave the room to shower, she proclaimed it was bedtime, promising to cuddle with the boy before bedtime. He followed her into the master bedroom without complaint, laying down next to her. Link returned to the room later, throwing his clothes into the laundry hamper.

“I think you should go see a doctor. I think that something’s wrong, Link.” He turned to face her at the sound of her soft voice. She was sitting on their bed, leaning back against the headrest with her computer open and about fifty different tabs pulled up, their son sleeping soundly with his head on her chest. Link sighed. “I’ve been keeping track of your symptoms. Leg pain, nausea, fatigue. I’m terrified to think that something’s wrong.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “We can ask Nico to see you sometime. Just get a scan done or something.”

“You think this is cancer?”

“I think that with your history, it’s not out of the question.” She closed the computer and placed it on the nightstand, wrapping her arms around Scout. “I’m scared of you dying. I would rather fight whatever it is with all of the information we can get.” He moved to sit next to her, pulling her into his side. “It’s not just you and me. We’ve got this little guy to worry about,” she motioned towards the sleeping boy.

“I’ll see if Nico can give me a scan tomorrow.” Amelia turned her head to look up at him.

“Thank you.”

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“There is a mass on your leg. We can do a biopsy to see if it’s cancerous.” Nico’s face was stern as he spoke, although Amelia could hear the slight waver in his voice. She often didn’t think about Link and Nico’s friendship, but at this moment, she could see that this was difficult for the man in front of her. She looked over at Link beside her.

“When can you do the biopsy?” Amelia asked, squeezing Link’s hand. He squeezed hers back, his gold wedding band pressing into her skin.

“I already talked to Bailey, and we can have her do it in about half an hour.” Nico’s hands folded together over the desk. “I can’t be the one to do it. But it’s just a biopsy, and you don’t need an orthopedic surgeon for that.” He said something else that she didn’t quite hear, and he left the room a moment later. She turned to her husband.

“You okay?” Link shook his head.

“No. I just want to go home and hold you and Scout. I don’t want to be here in the hospital.” Her hand settled against his cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from his eye.

“Let them do the biopsy, and then we’ll head home.” Amelia helped him to stand up and silently led him to the exam room down the hall. They waited in silence, gripping each other’s hands tightly. Amelia laid her head on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, we’re gonna figure it out, okay?” When Bailey walked in, she offered them a sympathetic smile before asking Link to move onto the table and performing the biopsy. There was an attempt at small talk, yet Link seemed to have turned into a brick wall, ignoring whatever they were saying. The chief promised to rush the results, directing them to wait in her office. As soon as she returned to the office an hour later, the couple knew the results.

“It is cancer. We’ll make an appointment to stage it, and we can get you in soon.” She left a moment later, leaving the couple alone in silence.

“Link?” He looked over at his wife with teary eyes.

“I just wanna go home.” She nodded in understanding, offering him her hand and leading him out of the hospital. They were greeted at their house by their son, who Maggie had watched during the day. He eagerly jumped into his mother’s open arms, ranting about the day’s events.

“You look sad, daddy.” He wrapped his arms around his father’s legs, not noticing the cringe from his father at the pain.

“I’m just tired, Scout. All good.” Amelia rustled her son’s hair.

“Alright, Scout. We’re gonna get you your bath, and then you can come and cuddle with mommy and daddy for a while, okay?” She led the energetic boy into the bathroom, the sound of water running soon filling the home.

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” Maggie smiled sympathetically, rubbing Link’s shoulder before letting herself out of the house. He walked into the bathroom and rested against the doorframe. A happy scene played out in front of him; his son splashing water at Amelia, who was sitting outside of the tub. Her smile was genuine, and she looked over a moment later.

“Hey, we’re almost done in here. Quick bath tonight,” she teased, grabbing at her son’s nose. Scout giggled loudly. Link smiled and left the bathroom, changing into his pajamas and flopping onto the bed. There was a knock on the door soon after, Amelia walking in with Scout in her arms, his smile wide as she placed him down on the bed. Scout had always loved sleeping in their bed, curled up between his parents, surrounded by their love, as he would say. He quickly fell asleep, softly mumbling nonsense about dinosaurs and his cousins. Amelia’s eyes met Link’s. “What’re you thinking about?” He brushed his hand through the boy’s blonde hair.

“How terrified I am. Like you said the other night. It’s not just me anymore. I’ve got you and Scout.” He sniffled. “I don’t want to believe it. I think some part of my brain is convinced that if I don’t acknowledge it, it won’t be real.” Their son sighed contently between them, curling into his mother’s body. “It’s cute. How he curls up like that.”

“He was always in this same position when I was pregnant,” she whispered, pulling up the blankets between them. “Even now, almost five years later, he still does it.”

“How are we going to tell him?”

“We’ll wait until we know more, and we’ll explain it simply, answer any questions he has. He’s a smart kid. He’ll probably pick up on it before we get the chance to tell him.”

“You’re so calm about this. Normally, it’s the other way around,” he whispered, moving his arm under the pillow.

“I guess my brain understands that you need me right now. I’m sure I’ll start freaking out any day, now.” He breathed out a soft laugh. “But, I’m also scared. Just doing a better job at masking it.” She reached for his hand across the space between them. “Promise me one thing?”

“Yeah?”

“That whatever it is, you’ll fight. You promised me a few years back that you would always fight for our dreams. My dream is that you’re okay.” He nodded his head quickly.

“Of course.” Her lips turned upward into a small smile. “You have to promise me that you’ll be here whenever I need you. At all my appointments and treatments.”

“Scout and I will bring you ice cream every day.” Link’s eyes fell to their son, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Try and get some sleep, Link.” She slipped her hand away from him and reached behind her to turn the lamp off, sighing tiredly. “I love you.” His hand found hers again.

“I love you.”

#amelia shepherd #Atticus Lincoln #grey's anatomy #amelink #amelia x link #amelink fanfic #amelink fanfiction #greys abc #greys fanfic #scout lincoln #scout shepherd lincoln #my fics

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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for the meet ugly prompts, 38 indruck nsfw ;)

Here you go!

38: I overhear you ordering your coffee in a coffee shop and I’m trying to place your voice when I realize that you’re the phone sex operator I’ve been calling on and off for the last few months but the realization startles me so much that I accidentally spill my drink on you and you’re pissed

Indrid thought he was having a normal day. He’s treating himself to a post work iced vanilla mocha, then he’ll go home, watch T.V and draw, maybe jerk off, then go to bed and get up in time for his eight a.m appointment tomorrow.

He’s messing around on his phone when the person placing their order catches his ear. There’s something in the drawl, polite and friendly, that feels weirdly familiar. It’s not a regular at the shop, and a glance at the mans face offers no useful information; he’s a complete stranger.

The barista asks something about the second drink, and the man replies, “as sweet as can be, please.”

“Ahnngod, please, please, please say I can cum?” Indrid’s been edging himself with the fleshlight so long his wrist is sore.

“Hmmm” the voice on the phone takes his sweet time answering, “dunno, not sure I punished you enough for teasin me in the bar.”

Indrid whimpers, hoping the neighbors can’t hear (even if he’d like them too, they haven’t consented to it).

This is how his calls to the 1-800-Hot-Guys line have gone ever since his first time. He asks for “Ryan,” gets a sweet, southern greeting before the other man asks what he’s in the mood for tonight. See, Indrid’s only recently begun exploring his interest in men, and is discovering that a better sense of his sexuality makes it much easier to get in touch with his other desires. Like being fucked in a bathroom stall where lots of people can hear what’s happening to him.

Ryan always takes the ideas generated by Indrid’s desire-addled brain and runs with them. Tonight, virginal Indrid Cold went to a leather bar and found a bear waiting for him (he suspects Ryan might be one in the real world, because when Indrid first revealed that preference his moans sounded a touch more genuine). The bear made him blow him in front of everyone to make sure he was worth taking home, then told him not to cum until he was done fucking him.

“Please?”

A chuckle, “Okay darlin, you can cum.”

Indrid’s certain he hurts Ryan's ear with the noise he makes as he spurts into the toy, but all the other man says is , “Good boy.”

After a moment, he adds, “aw fuck, meant to bring some spankin or somethin into the scene because I know you like it.”

“That’s, that’s quite alright. I’m not sure you could ever disappoint me.”

“Thanks, sugar.”

Indrid whines, hoping it sounds horny and not like the noise a man who’s just realized he’ll be sleeping alone makes.

“You like when I call you that? Because it’s true; you’re as sweet as can be”

As he’s been having its slow-motion realization, Indrid’s body has been going on autopilot, picking up his cup when the young woman behind the counter calls his name. Which means that--when Indrid startles at his revelation-- the cup is in perfect position to send its contents flying straight onto the man who caused it.

“AHfuck, jesus man be careful!”

“I, I’m so sorry, here, let me-” he slips in the puddle of coffee and hits the floor, kicking the other man in the shin on his way down.

“Owfuck, fuck, okay, don’t fuckin try to help again.” The man snaps.

“Nono, right, I’m sorry, goodbye” he scrambles up, sticky with shame and vanilla syrup, and hurries out of the shop.

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Duck keeps an eye on his burner phone while playing Plants vs Bom-Boms on his real one. It’s shaping up to be another night with only two calls.

He took up the phone sex thing during the last government shutdown; the park had to furlough them, and he needed money. The extra cash was nice enough that he kept at it even after work started back up. He isn’t the most in-demand operator; he can’t lie, laughs a little too easily, so lots of callers don’t come to him a second time.

One of the few who does is Indrid. He’s Duck’s favorite because their fantasies align well enough that he actually jerks off while on the phone with him. But the guy hasn’t called in two weeks; this is a bummer, in part, because Duck came up with a scenario involving a pool table and a biker gang he thinks Indrid would really be into.

More than that, he’s worried about him.

He worries about him so much that even a half a day later he’s wondering if he should figure out how to have someone check on him. The coffee shop is conducive to thinking. Right up until the dipshit who spilled coffee on him a few weeks back plops down in the seat across from him.

“You here to ruin another shirt?”

The man, all silver hair and angular features, shakes his head, “Nono, I, I really am very sorry about that. I came to offer to buy you another.”

Duck points at his cup.

“Some other time?”

“You come here often?’

“Since I moved to the city, yes. I was out in the suburbs up until a few months ago.”

“Fine. Next time we see each other, you owe me a drink.”

He nods, nearly sliding his red glasses off his nose in his eagerness. Then he taps on the table, “There’s, ah, something else you should know. We already know each other. In a way.”

Duck frowns; he’s never seen this guy before, he’d remember his face.

“We talk on the phone. Often.”

Oh fuck.

“My name is, ah, it’s, it’s Indrid.”

“Jesus, glad you’re ok--hold the fuck on. How the fuck do you know who I am?”

“I recognized your voice the last time we were both here. I, I wanted to get to know you more but I felt it was only right to do so if you knew I knew who you were so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable, but you clearly are, I’m so sorry” he stands up, banging his knee in the process, “I promise I won’t call any more, I didn’t mean to be creepy, I’m sorry, goodbye.”

He’s out the door in a flash of long limbs before Duck has a chance to respond.

Duck sighs, downs the rest of his coffee, and decides not to dwell on the fact he’s going to miss Indrid’s calls.

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Indrid’s excited. He really is.

It’s just that the sex club is even more overstimulating than he anticipated.

It was alright at first; when he replied that yes, this was his first time, the guy working the counter ushered him over to a set of blue velvet seats and told him to wait. Soon, Indrid and ten others were being given a rundown of the rules, risks, and etiquette of the space, their understanding of which they signed in a neatly typed contract.

Then they turned them loose into three stories of sexual exploration and Indrid froze, totally unable to process it all. Lucky for him Lucy, there with her girlfriend Willow, helped him navigate the edge of the first floor until they came to one of the “chill out” rooms; rooms for people for whom the club was as much a place to chat with friends as it was a place to get spanked or suspended. They even have juice.

After three separate people check to be sure he’s alright, he asks the trio on a nearby couch where he should go to if he’s interested in bondage and impact play. They all agree the second floor is his best bet, and that there’s a shibari demonstration starting soon.

To reach the demo room, Indrid passes though a portion of the space that reminds him of a hotel. The nice dominatrix explained the rules for their use as: doors and windows closed, leave us alone. Curtains open but door shut? You’re free to watch, but don’t come in. And if the door is open, you’re welcome to join whatever is happening. He pauses at some open windows, but nothing really catches his attention.

The demo room is already packed, so he stays at the back. A perk of being tall is he can see the couple on the little platform easily without blocking anyone else’s view. The dom is explaining why she chose the rope she did and what ties she’s going to show everyone. Indrid listens, but his eyes wander in hopes of finding someone checking him out.

Someone is. But Indrid isn’t sure it’s a good thing.

Duck stands a few bodies to his left, looking him up and down with a slight smile. Well, at least that means he doesn’t think he’s stalking him or something.

The other man meets his eyes, tips his head towards the nearby green room and raises an eyebrow. Indrid nods, picks his way through the crowd to find Duck has beaten him there.

“Y’know, if you’d told me you were into this scene, I coulda worked with that.” He polishes off his water and tosses the cup in the trash.

“I...this is my first time. Is, ah, is it yours?”

“Nah. Came some when I was younger, decided to come out tonight because I was bored and itchin’ to get someone cute in my lap.” The casual way he says it is a hundred times hotter than the practice voice he used on the phone.

“Ah. In, ah, in that case, would you mind if I asked you a question?”

“Shoot.” Duck leans against the wall, grinning.

“Am I dressed alright for this?” He gestures to his pink and yellow tank top and black jeans.

He watches Duck catch his laugh before it starts, which he appreciates.

“You’re dressed just fine, Indrid. I mean, just look at me.”

“I am” Indrid is having such a difficult time tearing his eyes from the way Duck’s white t-shirt fits his chest or how the bluejeans show off his ass. Duck catches him mid-ogle, which is all it takes to drop his gaze to the floor.

“C’mon, sit down with me a sec.” Duck settles on a grey couch, leaving Indrid space to join him, “feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot. You know I ain’t angry with you for tellin me you were a customer, right?”

Indrid shakes his head but sits down all the same.

“Indrid, you startled the hell outta me when you admitted that. For a second, I was sure you were gonna try to get somethin outta me by threatenin to tell my boss at my regular job. But then it was so fuckin clear all you were tryin to do was be straight with me and try to be polite about the drink thing, I wasn’t mad at all. You just up and bolted before I could say as much.”

“Ah. Yes. I, ah, I can be a bit of a walking disaster so I try to get out of situations before I make them even worse.”

Duck touches his hand, “I get bein’ spooked. Happens to everyone. But, uh, guess what I’m also gettin at is, uh, if you wanna actually get to know each other, I ain’t gonna complain.”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay” Duck scoots closer, “let’s start easy; what do you do when you ain’t callin me?”

Indrid tells him about the tattoo shop, which leads to them comparing ink, which in turn leads to Duck getting on a ten minute digression about native plants. They’re debating the best Cramps album (Duck votes for “Date With Elvis,” Indrid for “Off the Bone”) when they decide to stretch their legs, Duck holding Indrid’s hand as he weaves them through rooms and clumps of people.

They end up doing laps of the second floor, people watching, during which Duck nudges Indrid playfully, “Knew you were kiddin me with the never been fucked stuff.”

“Ah, well…”

“Holy fuck, you’ve never had sex and you picked here as the place to try? You got guts, sugar.”

Indrid blushes, “Well, yes and no. I’ve never had sex with another guy, but I feel confident in what kinds of things I want to try. You helped a lot with that; you made me feel safe enough to express and explore my more intense desires.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“I came here out of curiosity, and because I thought my chances were good of finding someone who shared my interests without running the gamut of dating.”

“So all that stuff about bein watched, bein roughed up and used, you, uh, you really like it?”

“Indeed. Do you like it too? I, ah, I assume you pretend to like everything when you work on a sex line.”

“You’re supposed to yeah. But I’ll let you in on a little secret” Duck leans close, whispers in his ear, “I never was much good at pretendin.”

“Oh. Oh my.” He leans against Duck, excitement making his legs unreliable.

“You want me to show you just how much I like it?”

“Please.”

Duck kisses his cheek, “Missed hearin you beg, sugar. C’mon.” He pulls Indrid two doors down to a room dedicated to impact play. People are sprawled and tied to crosses, benches, chairs, all of which look exciting. Duck doesn’t stop to consider them, doesn’t even hesitate on their trip. He stops at a table, one bolted to the floor, and digs through a nearby basket.

“Here it is” he pulls out a red blanket, holds it out for Indrid to test the texture.

“It’s lovely.”

“Good” Duck spreads it on the table, “you’ll be comfier this way. How naked do you wanna be?”

“Is just my underwear alright?”

Duck points to the completely nude person being spanked on his right and the fully clothed one being hit with a crop to his left.

“I meant with you.”

Duck sets his hands on Indrid’s hips, “as long as I get to see this cute ass in the air for me, I’ll be just fine.”

Indrid quickly strips to his boxer briefs, opts to leave them on for now. Duck licks his lips, pats the table. Indrid bends over it, feet planted on the floor.

“Gonna use just my hand tonight. Easier for me to feel how hard I’m hittin, and I wanna be able to grope you while I turn your ass red.”

He moans, tenses as Duck rubs soothing circles on his ass. The first few slaps are mild, Duck checking on him after each one. Then one comes, hard and sharp, and he gasps, hips momentarily twitching away from Duck.

“Still good?”

“So very good, more, pleaseAHgod” He clings to the far end of the table as Duck brings ten slaps down on each side before giving him a rest.

“Let’s see...how many times would you say you called me?”

“At, at least fifteen.”

“Fifteen times two, add a few extra for ghostin me…” Duck pets his lower back, “You’re gonna get forty on each side as punishment for not lettin me see you cum all those times you called. Think you can handle that?”

Indrid nods.

“Count.”

“AHone, two, th-three, Aaaah,god, fourfive…”

Indrid loses himself somewhere around “ten” on the second side; all his focus is on being good, on counting out each strike, on taking whatever Duck wants to give him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and his skin stings from ass to thigh. Dimly, he hears spectators complimenting Duck on having such a well-trained sub.

“He is, ain’t he?” Duck lands the final blow with a grunt, keeps his hand there and squeezes. Indrid whimpers, the pain going straight to his already aching dick. Duck shifts his stance, still mercilessly groping the bruise but pressing his fly against the cleft of Indrid’s ass, making it abundantly clear Indrid isn’t alone in his arousal, “he fuckin knows who he belongs too.”

Indrid moans, tears pricking his eyes; Duck is wonderful, Duck is handsome, Duck is perfect, and Duck is claiming him instead of someone twice as attractive or experienced.

“I know, sugar, you like it when people see how good you are for me.” Duck crouches down, petting Indrid’s hair as he studies his face, “you wanna regroup and finish this at home? Or do you need me now?”

“Now?” Indrid raises his head hopefully. His voice is odd in his throat, vulnerable but not afraid in the slightest. Duck nods, helps him up, thanks the person who offers to clean-up the station since Indrid, “looks like he’ll hit the ground if you let go” and grabs Indrid’s clothes.

“No point in putting these back on. Not with what I’m gonna do to you.”

They find an unoccupied, cleaned room, Indrid flopping on the bed as Duck closes the door.

“You wanna prep yourself or do you want me to?”

“I, I can do it. And could we, ah, leave the curtains closed for this bit?”

“Course.” Duck draws the red fabric tight as Indrid fishes complimentary condoms and lube from the bowl on the table. He’s so wound up he starts with two, the stretch uncomfortable for a few instants before he gets himself to relax.

“You look so fuckin good doin that.” Duck is undressing, only taking his eyes off Indrid when his belt buckle resists him.

“I’ve had a lot of practice fingering myself while listening to you. I, I’d picture whatever person you told me to but I, none of it compares to you.”

Duck blushes as he pulls his pants off.

“I mean it. You, you’re so handsome I” he tenses, pushing the third finger in and fucking himself fast, “I can’t believe it. I,I want to be so good for you, Duck, please,” he’s babbling, decides to quit while he’s ahead, “is three enough?”

“You tell me.” Duck gestures to his dick with a flourish; it’s average length, he thinks, but combined with the dark hair on Duck’s belly and the strong curve of his thighs, it is the most glorious dick in all of creation.

“Yes, yesyes, please come over here now oh, wait, the curtains please?”

Duck whisks them open on his way to the bed, settles with his back against the wall before rolling the condom on with ease. He points to his lap, “You wanna face me?”

“Yes. I...I like the idea of people watching but I don’t think I can handle seeing their scrutiny just yet.” He straddles Duck, let’s the shorter grope his sore ass before guiding it down.

“You sure you wanna do this now?” Duck murmurs into his chest, “you don’t owe me your first time with a fella.”

Indrid kisses his forehead and sinks down in reply.

‘Fuck!” Duck grips his hips, laughs, “that’s a hell of an answer, sugar.”

“Nngh” Indrid’s whole brain goes offline at the feeling of Duck inside him.

“Dick drunk already?” Duck teases.

“YesAHGOD, god, ohmygoodness.” He clings to Duck’s shoulders as the other man fucks up into him with abandon.

“That’s just fine, ‘Drid. Got enough brains for the two of us; all you gotta do is be my cute, fucked-out toy.”

“Nffph” Indrid hides his face in Duck’s neck. His legs and ass, still sore from earlier, are reluctant to obey his mind, so all he can do is let Duck bounce him on his cock or hold him down on it to thrust up in short, demanding jerks of his body.

“We got an audience.”

Indrid tries to moan. It comes out a whimper.

“You want me to tell you what they’re doin?”

“Mmhhmm”

“Two of ‘em are makin out with one eye on you. The other three…” he nibbles Indrid’s ear, “they’re jerkin off to us. Don’t blame ‘em, you look so fuckin good on my dick they all wish they were me.”

“Duck” his cock keeps rubbing on Duck’s belly, threatening to spill before he’s ready.

“One of ‘em asks how you feel on my dick. You want me to tell him?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ great!” Duck yells, “it’s his first time and he’s” Duck grunts, bucks his hips, “so fuckin tight but takes it like a fucking champ. Gettin in this ass is a fuckin privilege.”

Indrid smiles into his skin at the pride in Duck’s voice and the responding whoops from outside.

“Fuck” Duck kisses his cheek, “fuck, shoulda grabbed a cock ring, I’m gonna cum way too fuckin fast.”

“Me, me too.”

“Just like a fuckin virgin.” Duck quickens their pace.

“I’m not a--Aaaahn” the noise cuts off as he cums between them, cock pulsing onto Duck’s skin.

“Fuck, fuck that’s hot, fuck, c’mon sugar, lemme cum, lemme cum right in this fuckin perfect assfuck, fuck, ‘Drid.” He holds Indrid down, groaning as he pumps his hips. Then he tips them forward, crashing their mouths together and pressing Indrid into the bed.

When they surface for air, the spectators are gone. Duck pulls out, cleans them both up as Indrid tries to remember how words work.

“So good.” Is what comes out.

“Glad you think so.” Duck gathers him into a hug, “you want me to do all the aftercare here?”

Indrid blinks, “what’s the other option?”

“We could, uh, go back to my place?”

“That...I’d like that. Wait.” Indrid cocks his head, “do you...would it really be okay if I stayed the night?”

“Yep. Kinda hopin you’d stay over plenty in the future.”

“You want to date me?’

“Damn right” Duck kisses him, “besides you, still owe me a drink.”

Indrid kisses back, grinning, “So I do.”

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly

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em0avacado · 4 years ago

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I’m Not Worried - Ezekiel Reyes

trigger warning : none. maybe mentions of sex?

word count : 800 and sum words.

gif credits where it’s due

“See my man would never let me wear something like that out.” your drunk friend slurred her words. Furrowing together your brows, you glanced towards her with a raised eyebrow. It was a Friday night after a particularly difficult week, and youd taken your friends out to the clubhouse where a party was currently raging through its four walls, and the lot around it. Sweaty bodies clogged the grounds, horny couples, even situationally, took up seats and corners, trying to get away with the nastiest of activities, getting off on the crowd surrounding them and one another. The smell of booze filtered through the air, smoke floating in the air in clouds. Your brain was fuzzy, and you had a hard time understanding what she meant.

“Why would you let a man tell you what you can, and cannot wear?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, your eyes squinted at her. What you wore was simple, you didn’t dress up often at all, neither was it something you particularly had occasions for. But you were hot, and you were confident in who you were, in your body, and even IF you weren’t, no one had to know, and absolutely NO ONE, not even your boyfriend, had a right to tell you what to dress like. Your simple black dress hugged you where you wanted it to, making your body stand out, you wore a flannel that belonged to Ezekiel, a navy blue and black one, on multiple occasions had her told you that it was YOUR colour, and no one rocked it like you did. Empowering you further more, if there was one thing that Ez did that none of your ex’s had, it was boosting your confidence.

“Well he says i shouldn’t dress like a slut, that my body is his temple.” she confessed, you weren’t able to pick up the look that clouded her face.

“What the fuck?” you asked, feeling enraged by he obvious strains your friends boy toy had on her. Sitting up more, you brought your hands out in front of you, like you were holding something down. “first of all, you’re not an object, you can’t be owned, second, slut shaming? your own girl? in 2021?” you felt yourself getting louder, your friends eyes widened, she knew what the expression on your face meant, which made her immediately regret bringing it up. “I just know it’s small, he acts like it’s small.” You stood up, hand against your chin as you got to thinking “YOUR body? is HIS temple? HIS? girl - if you don’t d-“

“you say that like you don’t fuck my brother and scream ‘this pussy is yours ezekiel! yes!’ “ interrupted Angel, mocking your moans, making his voice high pitched, making faces at you. You reeled back your hand and balled it, punching him in the shoulder before flipping him off.

“Fuck off, Reyes.” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him, glancing back to your friend who was a mess of giggles, making big button eyes at your boyfriends older brother, which gave you an idea. You’d have to set the two up the moment you talked her into dumping that boyfriend of here.

“Jesus fuck you ragingly prolapsed asshole.” he hissed, rubbing the spot on his arm you just punched.

Gilly, who you didn’t even know was around, snorted so hard beer came shooting out his nose, and you started cackling hard. That’s when you spotted Ez heading over, feeling his muscular arm drop around your shoulders and you glanced up at him with a small smile, pecking his cheek quickly.

“Whys Gilly a gusher?” he asked.

“He’s laughing at my pain.” said Angel, his hand still over his arm. “She HIT me! Really hard! And I think my arms gonna fall off, man, if I lose my arm I can’t ride! Then how am I gonna get girls?!” he asked in a panic, his brother sighing at his dramatics.

“You’ll survive.” Ez rolled his eyes.

“But what if I don’t?!” he asked frantically, and you slapped your palm to your head. “Then I’ll have to live with you forever, I’ll be weirdly cool uncle Angel that lives in the basement and only comes up when the kids are at school, and I’ll walk in when y’all make baby number thirteen!!” he started fake hyperventilating, fanning himself.

“th- are we old school mormons now?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “i don’t know how my hips will hold with thirteen babies..” you confessed, and everyone started laughing. “Angel.” you started again. “If you do lose your arm, don’t worry, you can live with us, and there won’t be kids, we’ll have our hands full with you.” you said, genuinely, too.

“okay..” he sighed softly, making doe eyes “that’ll be okay.”

Queue your eye roll.

“anyways.” you sighed, turning to Ez. “Baby.” catching his attention. “Why don’t you tell me what to wear?” you asked, your friends attention on you too, you wanted her to see how an actual man would respond to something like that.

“You mean other than you beating my ass for trying to tell you what to do?” he asked rhetorically, you nodded and bid silently for him to continue. “Cause I can fight.” he shrugged simply.

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@queenbeered

@mayans-sauce

#ez x reader #mayans fanfic #mayans mc #fanfic #ez reyes

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years ago

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Once Upon A Summer (Ch.4)

Tony woke the next morning...on his own? It was nice to sleep in a little since Peter had woken up a few times throughout the night and he wasn't about to complain. He didn't even feel like getting a few more minutes of sleep, so he sat up and looked over at the crib. Only to find it empty. Either Peter had regained his ability to climb on the walls, or Stephen had once again walked into his room to retrieve the infant. After a quick glance around his room and finding it devoid of a spider baby, Tony rolls out of bed to go confirm his suspicions. He made sure he looked somewhat presentable before he left his room because he still had an image to maintain... although, then again...Stephen saw him drooling.

What he saw when he walked down the stairs to the kitchen was nothing short of heart warming. Stephen had indeed taken Peter from Tony's bedroom, and he was in the middle of trying to feed the baby some puree which proved to be difficult if the sorcerer's shaking was anything to go by. Stephen looked determined to get his trembling under control, and Peter was sitting there with his mouth open and clearly all the patience in the world.

Maybe deep down his teen self understood Stephen's struggle and forced his baby self not to fuss? This all happened because of magic so it wouldn't surprise Tony if his kid had some semblance of control over his six-month old self. Even from a few feet away, Tony could see Stephen's full mug of tea that he would bet money had gone cold ages ago.

"Any requests for breakfast?" Tony finally asks and winces when the younger man jumps and misses Peter's mouth. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

Stephen sighs and lowers the spoon to wipe his missed attempt off Peter's face. "It's alright. Maybe you're better off taking over. He's gotten maybe five spoonfuls since I started feeding him."

"Nonsense. Pete was happy that you took the time to try." Tony says and walks over to kiss the top of the baby's head. The giggle he got in response was a nice way to start his morning. "I'll make breakfast and you can keep feeding him. Don't think too much about it."

"Tony, I have permanent nerve damage that causes me chronic pain every day." Stephen sighs again and Tony frowns.

"Sorry. I didn't realize the pain was that bad." Without thinking, the engineer gently takes one of Stephen's hands and balks at the feeling of cold skin. "Yeesh! Your hands are like ice!"

Tony starts to gently rub his thumbs along Stephen's hand to help stimulate some blood flow and hopefully warm up his hands, and the doctor remains silent. He didn't even realize the situation they were in until he was almost done with the first hand and ready to grab the other to give it the same treatment. Tony didn't stop though. Stephen didn't protest and already his mind was coming up with something he could make that would at least help with Stephen's pain. Maybe some gloves? Nothing too fancy. The sorcerer seemed more humble than his previous life as a famous neurosurgeon.

"Your noses are similar." Stephen suddenly mutters and the seemingly out of the blue comment makes Tony falter for a millisecond before he continues his massage.

"Just so we're on the same page here…" Tony starts and then trails off in the hopes that Stephen will explain what's going on in his head.

"Yours and Peter's." Stephen elaborates. "I noticed it while I was trying to feed him but once you came down...I saw it on you too."

"It's just a nose Doc."

"There are other similarities." Stephen says and Tony meets his eyes.

A grey-blue that looked right back at him with... curiosity? Stephen was studying him. And then the baby in the high chair. And then back at him.

"Please don't take this the wrong way...but did you ever have women claiming they had your child?" The doctor suddenly asks.

The bluntness of his question definitely sent Tony reeling for half a minute.

"Uh...yeah? Kind of comes with the territory of being me and my past." Tony finally answers, though he wasn't sure why he did in the first place.

"Do you remember every woman?"

Tony winces. No...he didn't. There were times he definitely had company but he had no memory of taking them home or to his hotel room, and sometimes even woke up alone. There may have been a small possibility that he got someone pregnant and she actually didn't claim to--

"What are you getting at?" Tony sputters out and then clears his throat once he realizes how ridiculous he sounded.

"Is...there a chance you may be Peter's father?" Stephen asks carefully and Tony feels his mouth go dry.

"What? No. He had a dad. Peter's parents died in a plane crash when he was little. Like 5 or 6." Tony shakes his head.

"His father could easily be someone who took responsibility for Peter's care because he loved him and his mother." Stephen points out.

Tony looks at Stephen flatly, but he had to concede to the sorcerer's point. He doubted Peter shared any of his DNA, but he could understand where Stephen's train of thought was going. What if Peter really was his son? It wouldn't change much since he kind of already thought of the kid like his own...but related by blood still made his mind spin. Peter was an amazing kid. Smart enough to keep up with Tony, and weirdly adorable for being sixteen. Of course he was overly obsessed with Star Wars and a chatterbox but Tony was able to overlook that. Peter always tried to do what he thought was best.

"I think whatever similarities you see are just a coincidence." Tony says. "He's my kid, but he's not my kid."

Stephen raises an eyebrow before grabbing his cold mug of tea and getting up. "Maybe...but I think you should take the paternity test."

"Will it get you to drop the subject?" Tony turns to finish feeding Peter. The baby boy really did have all the patience in the world if he sat in his highchair and waited for Tony to finish with Stephen's hand without a fuss.

"I guess it doesn't matter either way. You did say he's your kid." Stephen replies as he dumps out his cold tea and goes about making some more.

Tony never thought he would have tea in his house. He didn't even drink it when he was sick. But it was what Stephen preferred and Tony couldn't help but make sure the doctor had everything he could ever want. He'd heard of Stephen and even saw him at a few galas and the doctor had an ego on par with Tony's. But after Stephen's accident and the man was said to have disappeared, he came home humble...and broke. It made Tony wonder how Stephen was affording food.

Did he do birthday parties…?

"Bah!" Peter yells out and smacks his hands on the tray of his highchair. It effectively broke Tony out of his thoughts and turned his attention to the baby. Covered in food.

"Alright, alright. Let me get a washcloth." Tony chuckles.

"Here." Stephen holds out a wet washcloth before Tony can get up and then sips his hot tea. "Thank you again for ordering the tea."

"Sure. Like I said, you can get whatever you want. The chocolate I ordered for you should arrive today."

Stephen glances at Tony over his mug as the engineer wipes Peter's face clean. "Umm... chocolate?"

"Yeah. You like chocolate don't you?" Tony asks and gets up to pick up Peter from the high chair. "There you go Underoos. How are those gums huh?"

Tony persuades the infant to open his mouth and inspects his gums. Peter giggles when Tony obnoxiously turns his head this way and that and then toward Stephen. Baby laughter was probably one of the best things Tony ever heard, but he was also a little biased since it came from Peter. He really loved the kid. Teenager or baby.

"You see anything yet?" Tony asks.

"Hmm...nope. Maybe another day or two." Stephen replies after leaning closer to take a look.

Tony had to keep himself from inhaling. Stephen smelt good and it wasn't any kind of cologne. In fact, Tony wasn't sure what it was. Everything Stephen could want was available to him to use but Tony didn't buy anything that smelled like Stephen did right now. Maybe it was those sticks that the sorcerer liked to burn when he got a chance to meditate? Or the tea? Or his books?

Maybe all of the above.

"There's a teething ring in the freezer if you want to preemptively give it to him." Stephen continues as he straightens. "So what are your plans for today?"

"Baby rocket packs." Tony grins and gets a swift smack to the back of his head, making Peter laugh again. "Ow! I was kidding."

"Have you actually played with Peter since he got turned into a baby?" Stephen asks and Tony cringes.

"Uh...no. I was kind of preoccupied with learning to change diapers and figuring out what Peter could eat." Tony admits.

Stephen simply raises an eyebrow at him before walking over to the couch and sitting down. While he got comfortable so he could read, Tony carried Peter over and put him down on the floor before pulling some toys down for him. Peter liked the large Legos that Tony, of course, got for him, but he also liked slobbering all over the wooden blocks. Tony placed both options down by Peter and waited to see what the baby would choose and snorted when Peter picked up a block.

He sat on the floor with Peter and did his best to keep the baby entertained and stimulated with a few blocks and some plastic. It wasn't hard, Peter enjoyed every moment Tony spent with him picking up and placing the wooden blocks in the typical tower fashion. But eventually Tony started to get bored. He loved seeing Peter smile and giggle...and drool, but he wasn't used to spending time with kids like this. Wasn't used to being fully responsible for someone's well being. Teenage Peter could at least feed himself.

So Tony almost sang hallelujah when Peter started to rub his eyes.

"Nap time kiddo." He says softly and gets up with Peter.

The baby did his cute little yawn as he laid his head on Tony's shoulder, and the engineer found himself lucky. Peter was asleep before he even made it up to the master bedroom, so it was easy to lay him in the crib, make sure Friday was watching him, and then slip right back out to rejoin Stephen down in the living room.

"Reading anything interesting?" Tony asks as he sits on the couch next to the doctor.

"A novel actually." Stephen responds and turns a page.

"Here I thought you only read those stuffy magic spell books." Tony jokes as he reaches for the remote. "You mind?"

"Not at all."

Tony nods and turns on the tv to let something play quietly that he only paid half attention to while the other half of his attention was directed at Stephen. At least the art of subtle attention. Tony couldn't help but admire the younger man. If it wouldn't be taken as creepy, he could probably do it all day. Stephen was... beautiful. His high cheekbones, the ever changing color of his eyes (something Tony noticed just recently because he was a sucker for pretty eyes), and just remembering the expression on Stephen's face whenever he took care of Peter.

And the fact that Stephen looked content right now. Content and relaxed. Tony wondered when Stephen did that last. The doctor looked the type to run on fumes.

"Do you sleep?" Tony blurts out, clearing his throat to hide his... embarrassment. "I mean... you're always up early and something tells me you don't go to sleep the moment you go to bed."

"My body sleeps." Stephen answers.

Tony looks at him flatly. "Your…body. What about your mind? Wait. How exactly does your mind not sleep when your body does?"

"Astral projection." Stephen says and looks over at Tony.

"Hey, can't believe I'm going to say this considering my rap sheet...but maybe get some real sleep? Shut it all down for the night. How about tonight?" Tony suggests.

"Are you offering to help?" Stephen asks and Tony waggles his eyebrows.

"You coming onto me Doc?"

That earned him a smack with the book. Fortunately it was a paperback.

"Hey! It was just an idea!" Tony laughs. "Get a little oil--okay, ow!" He rubs his head when he gets smacked with the book again. "That's starting to hurt. How many pages is that? Four hundred?"

"Five." Stephen sniffs and puts the book on the coffee table. "How about an early lunch since neither of us have eaten yet?"

"Sure. Need any help?"

"I'm just making sandwiches."

Tony got up to help him anyway, opening the refrigerator to pull out whatever they may want in a sandwich and letting Stephen put them together. It was kind of nice doing something as mundane as making lunch with the doctor. Tony liked seeing him relaxed (compared to the irritated expression Stephen had on his face back at the Sanctum), and even enjoyed hearing him laugh. Even if it was because Tony spectacularly failed at eating his sandwich without dropping a glob of mustard on his pants once they finally sat down. Stephen called him a slob as he laughed and handed Tony a napkin.

Tony was a little in love but he wasn't actually aware that's what he was feeling. He was just...more than happy. Like he could see himself doing this with Stephen every day. The younger man was smart, quick to snark back, clearly adored Peter even if he didn't realize it, and the best part? Stephen seemed to enjoy Tony's company, and the engineer liked to believe that it wasn't just because of Peter. If he really wanted to, Stephen could leave and keep to his promise with the bare minimum like Tony had originally expected.

A quick check on Peter to make sure he was alive and well and then leave each day. But Tony tried not to think about that.

"Boss, Peter is awake." Friday suddenly says just as Tony throws the last of his sandwich in his mouth.

"That wasn't a very long nap. Maybe I should've given him the teething ring earlier." Tony sighs and wipes his hands before getting up. "I'll be right back."

Tony heads up the stairs to his room, opening the door quietly so he doesn't startle the baby, and then freezes at the sight that greets him. There was no longer a six-month old baby in the crib. In fact, it looked like Peter was at least two years old and he was standing up in the crib, looking over at Tony in excitement and adoration. His clothes and diaper somehow grew with him and remained on his little body, but Peter was more alert now. He could stand and...

"Daddy!" Peter screeches happily.

Talk.

Tony forgot to breathe until black started to cloud his vision and he finally took a breath. Stephen wasn't lying when he said the magic would take time to wear off, but he wasn't expecting this. The discovery still had his head swimming so he did the only thing he could think of.

"Stephen!"

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #baby peter parker #supremefamily

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winryofresembool · 4 years ago

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 29

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: At Waystation, pt 2/?

A/N: I feel I should open up about my plans re: the Waystation chapters, just so you guys know what to expect. Originally this chapter was going to be a whole lot longer, but to make my job a little bit easier, I cut it in half. So, that's why a short chapter, but the good news is that I am already working on the next one's editing so it should be out some time next (the upcoming) week! Mostly just fluff in this and the next chapter but I am hoping to dig a bit deeper into especially Leo's background story soon enough. Don't expect any major drama yet though, we wanna see our ship happy together before that, don't we? ;)

Thanks again to everyone who has supported me, and BIG thanks to my lovely friend Cris for supporting me in many ways with this (and the upcoming) chapter!! I struggled with it quite a bit (as I had to rewrite a whole scene etc) but your ideas and cheering for me really helped!

Enjoy and don’t forget to leave a comment! :)

Words: 1,8k

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / AO3

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It was the morning after Leo and Calypso’s arrival at Waystation, the Christmas Eve, and Leo woke up feeling weirdly light. Not because he particularly loved Christmas; he and everyone in the Waystation family considered themselves atheists so they didn’t care about the religious aspects of that holiday. Besides, Leo himself had some very bad memories from his previous Christmases before his time at Waystation. But since Georgina was still young, the family wanted to keep up with the traditions that children enjoyed; lots of food (especially chocolate), decorations and of course gifts.

This year the family had decided that the gifts would be self made. Leo felt excited when he imagined how Georgina would react to the present he had made for her. It was a photo album, full of pictures of Georgina doing various activities with her family, friends and Festus. To make the album even more personal, though, Leo had decorated the cover by painting some animals Georgie loved on it and adding some stickers as well. He had also added a funny caption below each photo, explaining what was happening in them in his own style. Festus would be getting his favorite dog treats and Jo and Emmie some spicy pastries Leo had learned to bake, along with a promise to fix whatever machine happened to break next in their household. When it came to Calypso’s present, Leo would still need to fine tune a bit before the next morning, but he was hoping she would like it… He had spent a lot of time making it whenever Calypso was at the university or work.

Imagining everyone’s reactions to their gifts wasn’t the only thing that made Leo feel unusually happy that morning. After the previous evening’s dinner he had checked his email and the platform where the professors shared the grades and to his relief he had passed every exam he had participated in (excluding the earlier failure at the lab class). The calculus and physics exams had gone well, but the biology for engineers had been a bit harder for him and the mandatory English class he had passed just barely. Either way, he was finished with the semester and the test results made him feel more optimistic about the future of his studies. Even though he still had moments of strong self doubt, he tried to imagine Calypso’s face when he’d tell her that he had managed to pass the lab classes. That never ceased to make him feel better.

The additional free time also lifted Leo’s spirits. When he thought about it, he hadn’t really had all too many moments just for himself that fall, being constantly busy with either university, fixing other people’s machines, or trying to deny his growing feelings towards his flatmate. In a way the distraction had been welcome because it had given Leo less time to dwell on the things he tried very hard to not think about. But now that he had a few days to stop and do whatever he wanted, he realized he had needed it. It felt good to be somewhere where he could let his inner child out again for a moment, with the people he cared about.

Somehow, he was even feeling more hopeful about the state of Calypso and his relationship. The fact that Calypso had agreed to join him at Waystation was already a good sign, and Leo was hoping that seeing how great people everyone at Waystation was would help her gain more trust in him and the other people around her. He wasn’t lying when he said he was not afraid of her father or anything else that might bother her. He had already seen too much to be scared of something like that.

That topic however started getting too much to the thing that Leo Absolutely Did Not want to think about, so he was relieved when he heard some sounds from the hallway. It sounded like little Georgina had also woken up and was now causing chaos everywhere she went because she was so excited about all things Christmas.

“Georgie, could you be a bit quieter? It’s still way too early to be that loud. I swear, if we were at our flat, we could hear you all the way there,” Leo groaned as he peeked into the hallway to chastise his little sister. “If you don’t care about me, I bet Calypso wouldn’t appreciate it eith… Hey!”

Leo couldn’t finish his sentence because he was interrupted by a pillow in his face.

“What was that for?” Leo asked once the pillow had fallen on the floor. The little girl just laughed and picked the pillow up again.

“Brother, are you saying that you had already forgotten that pillow fight is our annual Christmas Eve tradition?”

Leo’s eyes widened when he realized that she was indeed right. He had been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he had momentarily forgotten that this was what they used to do every Christmas. Instead of admitting that he had forgotten it aloud, though, he quickly bounced back, getting his own own pillow from his bed.

“Nah, I was only bluffing you!” he exclaimed before throwing the pillow at her.

“Big mistake!” Georgie yelled. “Because now I have two pillows!”

She started chasing Leo around the hallway and soon the entire floor was in chaos when Festus joined the group, also wanting to participate in ‘catch the pillow’ and ending up ripping one of them, spreading the fillings everywhere in the room. Finally, the noise woke up Calypso as well. She came out of her room and frowned at the sight.

“What in Zeus’ name is happening here?”

“Who is Zeus?” Georgina wanted to know.

“Just our annual mandatory pillow fight.” Leo ignored Georgina’s question, grinning from under the one pillow that still remained undamaged. Georgina had to let Leo free, though, because Festus looked like he wanted to show that pillow as well who the boss was.

Calypso’s frown melted into a soft smile as the information sunk in.

“Your annual mandatory pillow fight? But who does all the cleaning afterwards?”

She approached Leo, taking a feather from his shoulder. Even though she barely touched him, he found himself flinching at the touch. Not because it wasn’t welcome - quite the opposite. The gentle swipe on the shoulder made him want to throw all the rules out of the window and do something he’d regret. But suddenly Leo was reminded that he was still wearing only his underwear and he was having a very difficult time trying to stay nonchalant when he replied:

“Sunshine, we won’t worry about that until the fight is over.” He wagged his finger.

“Oh, I see.” Leo swore he had never seen Calypso prettier than when a mischievous smile spread on her face. “Does that mean the loser has to clean the mess?”

“What makes you think… Hey, watch it, Georgie!” Leo yelped quickly. The girl had lowered the pillow to Festus’ face level and the dog had seen his opportunity when he had noticed that Georgina was too distracted by the conversation to be keeping the pillow out of his range. He snatched the pillow into his teeth and started running away before the others had a chance to stop him from ripping it.

“Festus, be a good boy,” Leo demanded but the dog wasn’t listening. “That’s my favorite pillow; I’d rather you tear one of your own teddy bears apart.”

Leo went to get one of Festus’ toys from the toy box and tried to trade with the dog, but still no success. Apparently the sight of Leo crouching in front of Festus holding the toy while the dog was chewing the pillow, ready to run whenever Leo got too close was too funny for Calypso who along with Georgina started laughing at him.

“Really, Sunshine? How about you come here if you have a better strategy,” he muttered, slightly embarrassed.

“Okay,” Calypso accepted the challenge. She did otherwise the same thing as Leo but used a slightly gentler approach.

“Festus, I know that pillow is nice to chew on, especially because the smell reminds you of your favorite human, but we’d be very happy if you did not spread the feathers everywhere. You like this penguin, don’t you?” She showed him a toy she had picked. “Wouldn’t you like to try this instead?”

Leo’s mouth nearly dropped when the dog gave up on his ‘toy’ without even growling at Calypso, smugly taking the plushie into his mouth instead.

“I see how it is,” he said. “Just listening to the ladies, are you? Well, can’t blame you for that, amigo. These two are the bosses here.” He petted Festus briefly before turning around, realizing too late that it was too quiet in the room.

“What in the…”

The girls had disappeared from his view, but as he started looking for them from the possible hiding places, the pillow flew in his face again.

“So funny, you guys!” he growled.

“Sorry, Leo! I just couldn’t resist!” Calypso appeared from behind the sofa, still chuckling at his expression. “Georgina made me.”

“Thinking you can win the Unbeatable Pillow Master? I don’t think so,” Leo declared and started chasing the girls. Soon the trio (and Festus) were a laughing and panting pile on the floor after an intense battle, Leo’s favorite pillow torn now, but he couldn’t have minded less. As they laid there, Calypso’s shoulder was resting against his and she was not putting any effort into moving it away.

“Still unbeatable?” She sounded pretty amused despite being out of breath.

“It was two against one!” Leo exclaimed. “Besides, you have to clean too because you’re a rookie. It’s a new rule.”

“A rule you just came up with.”

“Maybe, but you don’t wanna see what Jo and Emmie would say if they saw this mess. They may be nice people but if there’s something they hate… it’s pillow fillings all over the floor and furniture.”

“Alright… I believe you.”

Georgina took Festus outside while Leo and Calypso started cleaning the hallway, working together effortlessly as they had many times before at their flat. They kept casting shy glances at each other from time to time, and eventually Leo asked:

“Did you have fun? I mean, with the pillow fight?”

“Hated it.” Calypso stuck his tongue out at him, but then added pretty quickly: “The truth is, I don’t think I’ve done anything like this before… Not even when my sister was around. So it’s nice. Different.”

“That’s… that’s good then.” Leo nodded, then continued in more of his usual style: “Valdez & Co, always ready to give people new experiences!”

“Uhhuh, please don’t make that your new slogan,” Calypso snorted. “I did have fun, though.”

The light feeling from earlier that morning returned to Leo. “And you still have plenty of Waystation secrets to unlock so I predict it’s gonna be even more fun!”

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

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hideawayintheimaginationworld · 4 years ago

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I am Machine: Chapter 4

He completely forgot about Helpy.

And how small he was.

He easily got through the hole like how he did.

“Wow it's both extremely claustrophobic and homey in here,” Helpy stood up, looking around.

He was blocking the only way in or out.

No way to escape now. Helpy had cornered him.

“You know, the hole is going to be repaired soon,” Helpy told him, “And if you chose to stay in here, you'll be sealed away forever.”

“You care why?” Alec had spoke for the first time in a long time, his voice sounded so unfamiliar now, he had forgotten what his voice had sounded like. He didn’t see the need to talk until now.

“Because forever is a really long time!” Helpy exclaimed, “So anyway, I'm Helpy.”

“I've seen on the safety posters around the pizzeria,” Alec nodded.

“Customer safety is very important to us!” Helpy had clapped his hands together, “That's why some of us have particular features! Like Security Puppet stops kids from leaving without their parents! And well.... Lonely Freddy's use to be walking security cameras... But not anymore, because they started to act strangely, but you seem different!”

“That's because I'm not a Lonely Freddy!” Alec shouted at him.

“I don’t understand I'm afraid,” Helpy shook his head, “You can't really claim to be something your not! If you have no good ground for it, you look like a Lonely Freddy, so you must be one??”

Alec heard his voice was practically drowning in confusion, so he spoke, “I heard you and your black bear talking and I remember he mentioned an incident with a Lonely Freddy and a little girl.”

“Oh are you that Lonely Freddy?”

“No I'm not a Lonely Freddy! That happened to me!”

“You're a little girl?” Helpy sounded even more lost than before.

“No! No!” He shouted frustrated Helpy was constantly irrupting before he could really explain, “My name is Alec! I'm not a Lonely Freddy!”

“Oh okay! Alec is a boy's name! I get it!” Helpy nodded eagerly like he won a game.

“I don't think you do Helpy.”

“Then I'll need an explanation then!” Helpy said.

“Your friend talked hypnosis,” Alec had decided he was going to tell Helpy, he seemed friendly enough plus what could he really do? He didn’t look interested in fighting, he looked more like a curious child.

It reminded him of when Hazel was a toddler following him around.

“Lefty! Yes he did!! He's actually a good guy! He may sometimes act weirdly but he's my friend!” Helpy was beaming when he talked about Lefty.

“I was a 15 year old boy, but something happened and Freddy's in my body!”

“Wait, a mind swap.... Like he's in your body and you are in his... A real body swap scenario?” Helpy frowned understanding.

“I guess that’s an basic way to define it,”

“Oh sugar honey ice tea..... Maybe that's why Lefty detected something wrong with them.... He was so insistent that something was amiss but he said he didn’t know what, he described it as feeling like it would steal his soul if he looked it in the eye...” Helpy muttered, “So you are a human really?”

“Yes,” Alec answered.

“Prove it!”

“How am I suppose to prove it?!” He snapped at Helpy.

“Well humans don’t usually look like walking teddy bears. Then again.... Your eyes.... They are green. Freddy’s eyes have always been blue all the way from the 70s to the current day, always blue. The only green eyes in the pizzeria history include the newer variations of Bonnie, the original had pink eye, the first version known as SpringBonnie had purple eyes, kinda creepy..... It's unusual..... Considering what Lefty said and the history we have, this seems plausible you were, well are suppose to be human... There’s a certain amount of creditability to your story,” Helpy answered.

“What history?” Alec asked, as far as he knew, this place seemed as normal as possible, aside from the obvious. However the way Helpy had said “history” sounded like there was something more dark and twisted below the surface.

“Umm too much to explain, we'd be here all night! Now how about we both get outta here before Mike decides to find us, it'll be far more difficult to explain it to him,” Helpy looked around nervously.

“Your friend won't hurt me?”

“No, in fact I think he will want to hear this strange story,” Helpy nodded then turned around and crawled back through the hole, “Come on Alec! We probably shouldn’t let anyone else see you!”

Alec hesitated, Helpy then poked his head through, “Let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” Alec asked.

“Back to my room!”

“You share it with the bear,” Alec said.

“He won’t bite.... In fact I'd be more worried about Chica, she ain't a scared cat but I once saw her smack a rat with a guitar, she's not scared to hit things....” Helpy answered, he pulled his head back as Alec crawled out of the space. Helpy pointed back to the room and they walked away, Alec following Helpy, seeing truly how small the world was, even Helpy was slightly taller than him.

“This is the strangest thing I've ever come across, and that counts the time some awful teenage brute ripped the arm of a Yarg Foxy toy, kids are one thing, I don't hate teenagers, but.... They don’t particularly like me, I was actually kicked across the restaurant once by a teenager. I was actually kicked straight at Freddy who was performing on stage, we both had the wind knocked out of us... Lefty.... He was absolutely furious and started screaming at the teenager asking if he'd like to be thrown into the wall.”

Alec had paid attention and wondered if Helpy was talking about him unless there was another teenager who tore the arm of a Yarg Foxy. As far as he knew, Helpy wouldn’t have seen that happen unless he was quiet enough to see it but to not draw attention to himself being there, meaning he would have by some luck, had to avoid being seen by Alec, Hazel and both of parents, which seemed impossible. Maybe Helpy heard about it, then again, Helpy was small.

Helpy pushed open the bedroom door and they both walked in, Helpy then pushed it closed.

“Must be weird, you can’t reach a lot of door knobs now!” Helpy said making a remark on Alec's situation, Alec turned and noticed something he didn’t see before.

The door had a lock on it.

“Um Helpy, why is there a lock on the door?” He questioned trying to figure out why there was a lock on the door.

“Oh! Um... The lock..... Um.... It's to keep anything bad out. Lefty said something bad happened once when I was asleep...” Helpy sounded really unsure, “I don’t remember what exactly happened but Lefty seemed extremely worried about me for a while and he wouldn’t explain why, we lock the door when we are both asleep, otherwise our door is usually unlocked..... Admittedly.... I've heard... What sounds like some pretty vicious growling coming from outside.... Lefty almost is always paranoid something is outside, he wasn’t that bad until this “Marionette” started speaking to him in his head,” Helpy explained.

“Maybe.... He's just looking out for you..?” Alec suggested.

“Yea! Kinda like an older brother! He's my best friend, I guess he is my older brother.... Hey Alec, as a human, do you have any siblings?”

Alec didn’t expect that question but answered honestly, “I had... A younger sister.”

“What’s your relationship with her like?”

“I don't feel comfortable discussing that,” Alec frowned.

“Oh understandable.... I apologise, I’ve been told I’m not suppose to ask those sort of things, I’m not invasive! I’m curious about you Alec! That’s all!” Helpy smiled, “Well.... Lefty'll be back soon.... You wanna do anything?”

“Like what?” Alec asked.

“I can go ask Mike for the tablet and we can watch some videos.”

“I've noticed, you mentioned Mike a few times, who is he?” Alec felt like he wasn’t out of line by asking that.

“Human Owner essentially....” Helpy answered, “He owns this place and does the work at night, apperantly, he's a night owl, he's use to being asleep during the day and awake at night, he's told me it's easier to do work here when it's quiet.”

“Could he help me out...?”

“No probably not, I'll be a minute, just stay here, sit on Lefty's bed until I get back!” Helpy said as he reached for the door knob and turned it, leaving the room and Alec alone.

Alec decided it was okay to wait for him, he climbed up onto Lefty's bed and sat with his back against the wall.

A few minutes passed, Alec tapped his feet together. He wondered when these guys slept, Lefty was performing usually from opening time to closing, which was ten hours on average, and he seemed to be awake between 12:00am and 6:00am, that left only eight hours for anything like sleep.

Alec then swore he heard a strange noise. Like scrapping.

He looked at the door, hearing the scraping from that direction, he then heard a snap and something winced in pain, it was then followed by a quite “ow”.

It wasn’t Lefty or Helpy.

“I can't get in again.” He heard a quiet voice speak.

Silences.

“Yea, yea, shut up I know you're angry again I can't get in! What do you expect?”

Why did it sound like it was having a conversation?

“Quit it. I'll get in eventually, you don't need to break in, otherwise the Puppet'll know we're watching again.”

Silences.

“Good one, yep he is exactly that. Tell our Master I'm coming back home, should be easy to do that.”

That didn’t sound good.

“Hey I brought the tablet!” Helpy opened the door, “Anything you want to watch? Funny videos? We can watch some cartoons! Maybe even a movie!”

“What exactly is there...?” Alec asked as Helpy got up on the bed with the tablet in his hands.

“Well let's see...” Alec watched Helpy open a application with videos listed, he saw a fee movie titles he recognised, he saw a tab that had a list names and numbers:

HELPY'S VIDEOS

230 MOVIES

20 TELEVISION SERIES

SERIES THAT MIKE AND LEFTY WATCH

34 TELEVISION SERIES

STUFF FOR EVERYONE TO WATCH

400 MOVIES

50 TELEVISION SERIES.

“Anything you recommend?” Alec asked him.

Helpy tapped on the list that had his name and the page loaded with video thumbnails and titles.

“Depends! You want a comedy? You want to watch a television series? An animated movie?”

The door opened and Lefty walked in, he locked the door behind him and looked at Alec.

“I see you've made yourself at home,” Lefty said in quite a monotone way, “Would you care to talk now or shall I continue to be suspicious about you?”

“He explained to me Lefty,” Helpy nodded, “Ummm... That girl with Lonely Freddy?”

“I don't really want to talk about it anymore-” Lefty pinched his nose bridge, shaking his head.

“It was a mind swap thing,” Helpy cut him off.

“You know that how....?” Lefty asked, his golden yellow eye glaring at Helpy, he was puzzled about how he could know that and what the concept even was.

“Because me....” Alec spoke.

Lefty frowned, staring at him, he didn’t understand. Then it struck him, this can’t be a Lonely Freddy. “Wait.... No.... No..... NO! God Security!!! Me!!! We failed to keep a kid safe!!” Lefty exclaimed grabbing the sides of his head, shaking, “It explains why I didn’t want to kill you and felt like I needed to hold onto you!! I'm programmed to protect children.... I sense your soul as a child.... That's why!! Oh no! How can I fix this?!?”

“Lefty! You don't need to worry!” Helpy yelled, “Calm down!”

Left crashed onto the bed, completely dazed, the two bears looked at him in confusion.

“I’m a failure to Mr. Emily, how did this slip pass me?” Lefty asked to no one in particular.

“We all missed this!” Helpy shouted, “This isn’t your slip up! It's our! Every animatronic here failed to stop this from happening, we have measures to prevent things like adduction, thief, hostage situations, murders, accidents, injuries... We never had something in place for this sort of thing!” Helpy was pushing his side trying to get him to stand up.

Lefty sat up and looked at Alec, “So you really are..?”

“Alec,” He answered.

“Alec.... Alec.... I need to check that name and find out exactly how long ago this happened to you... We write down every name in a book....”

“We don't need to do anything yet-”

“Helpy have you forgotten there is a rogue Lonely Freddy out there who looks human?!? And we have no idea what it's planning more importantly!!! Lonely Freddy's are the worse sort of unpredictable, you never know where they are and what they're doing! They don't act like the rest of us! They don’t socialise, they’re extremely invasive, and they don’t understand what’s wrong with the way they act!! Dam it Helpy I will not let that thing run free, they are cunning and manipulative! And that's why there's a lock on our door so they don't come in our room ever again!”

Helpy and Alec were silent.

Lefty looked around, realising what he said, his tone soften as he spoke again, “Helpy....”

“The truth Lefty,” Helpy spoke, “Why is that lock on our door? I honestly don’t remember what happened and I don’t know why! I have a great memory! Why won’t you tell me?? Is there something I should be scared of?”

“Helpy no! I will protect you from what’s out there!” Lefty exclaimed, “Human or Animatronic!”

“Lefty has a Lonely Freddy come in our room before? When we were asleep?”

Both looked at him for an answer, even Alec wanted an answer from him.

“I’m not answering that in light of this, it's unimportant,” Lefty shook his head, “However, Alec's problem is extremely serious, he needs to be a priority. He is trapped in a body that isn’t his...... Something tells me this far more serious than anything I'm programmed to do....” Lefty looked at Alec, his look was genuine confusion and concern.

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 4 AKA the Chapter "where it all comes out, Helpy figures it out quickly, Lefty has a mental breakdown and Alec is thinking why is there a lock?"

First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

#five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #fazbear frights fetch #Lonely Freddy #FNAF Alec #Lefty #Helpy #I am Machine Story #Now it's gotten real #Lefty having one of many breakdowns #It'll be a frequent thing #What happened to Alec is seriously making him question everything #Poor Lefty #Helpy is a good emotional support Buddy

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stachmousworld · 4 years ago

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Punishments (Universe A)

Can also be read as a stand alone.

Summary: Tony tried to protect his baby brother and end up facing his demons. Will this new family be like Howard and Maria or will they sooth his pain?

REMINNDERRR

Two baby siblings: Kareem and Ahmaud.

Two older brothers:Darius (his baby is named after Anthony) and Joseph

One older sister Janice

Part 1 - Part 3

Tony had playing with some Legos when it happened. First, there was a loud thump, followed by a few seconds of silence before the sound of glass crashing on the wooden floor could be heard from upstairs. He stood still, fear paralyzing each of his limb.

The Legos in each of his hands were now hurting him, but he couldn’t relax nor unclench his fingers around the plastic toys despite the blooming pain. Then, again, a moment of silence followed by some hurried footsteps toward his direction.

As the door opened, his baby brother, Kareem, entered the room, eyes widen in fear and guilt, lips wobbling. His entire little frame was trembling as he tried to repress his tears. Tony slowly opened his arms, not knowing what else to do and let the little one hug him tight. He closed he eyes and breathed in the scent of his baby brother. The Legos finally fell on the floor.

The sound of the baritone voice of their Babbo resonated in the entire house. Tony tightened his arms around his baby brother as terror struck him straight in the chest. He had trouble breathing, everything around was blurry.

“Kareem!” Babbo screamed looking angry, hands on his hips.

The mirrored image of Howard made Tony gulped. He opened his mouth to apologize for his brother but closed it quickly. He couldn’t talk back to Sir. It would have been seen as an insult.

Babbo took a few steps towards them. Tony reacted fast and came in front of his baby brother. His head held high, eyes staring straight into his Babbo’s. Whatever would happen, he wouldn’t let Howard – No - his Babbo do anything to Kar’. He had already taken some hits, Stark men were made of iron after all. He could defend Kar’. Tony was his protector and big brother.

So, he inhaled sharply and braced himself for the hits.

“Tony? What are you doing? And Kareem don’t believe that hiding behind your brother is going to help. You are not avoiding your punishment.”

Tony’s eyes widened in pure fear.

“Don’t Sir. Don’t hurt him. I’ll take his punishment…” The rest ended in inaudible babbles. Tony flinched and took a step back when he felt a hand on his jaw. It was it. He would strike him on the face, like Howard. I can take it…I can take it…

“Tony?”

He shook his head, sniffing hard.

“Kareem, call your mom and tell her it’s about Tony.”

Light footsteps running away. Babbo sighed. “I should have told him not to (a high-pitched yelp echoed in the stairs) run with his socks on. She is going to kill me, for sure.”

Tony flinched, coiling into a fetal position. Memories flashed through his mind, Howard handing him a hot tool, Maria watching with disdain, Howard slapping his face when he cried… his mind fell down the rabbit hole, trapped under the web of years of abuse, sadness, empty love.

Tony felt on his skin all the bruises, cuts, panic attack. All at once. At a certain point, he was sure he could smell burnt skin from his palms, and he screamed as the phantom pain resurfaced.

He wasn’t aware of his mammina’s presence in the room, nor their interaction. His mind came back to the first time he visited his Howard’s lab. Tony had been so thrilled to watch him work and have the possibility to show him his dog robot.

He will be proud of me, little Tony thought happily. He has to be.

What Tony hadn’t foreseen was his dad’s anger at seeing a perfect functioning dog robot. Jealousy had run through Howard’s veins and he’d lashed out. He had grabbed his hammer and crushed the robot, his booming laughter echoing in the room at Tony’s obvious distress.

Jamie, Tony had named the dog. After the best Howling Commando soldier: James Buchanan Barnes. Tony always had a preference for him instead of Captain America. It scared him to think that Captain America could be friend with his father and would deem Tony as unworthy as his dad thought. Tony didn’t want to think of all the punishments, he’d receive from Captain America. He was so strong and powerful.

So, Tony pretended to not flinch when Howard mentioned Captain America and even faked his enthusiasm at hearing stories about him, but at nighttime, he’d place his captain America bear in his drawer, and would hug his Bucky bear tighter in his arms while sleeping. Bucky would protect him, like he did against the bullies beating down Steve Rogers.

He started crying and sobbing on the floor as he reached for the parts of Andy. The wails of his little dog robots stabbed him in the heart. “I’m sorry, Andy. I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice growing loudler.

“Stand up, boy, you are pathetic!”

Tony stayed down trying…trying to get all the limbs of Andy. Eyes blurry and hands shaking so badly it took him twice more time to gather everything. Suddenly, Howard snarled and stomped harshly and repeatedly on his hands.

A heart wrenching scream resonated in the room.

“What the hell, Cameron! What have you done?” she whispered.

“I don’t…I swear to God, I didn’t do anything.”

“Think back. I’m sure there was something you did, even unconsciously to terrify him”.

Cameron paced around before stopping. He suddenly turned around and stared straight in his wife’s eyes.

“Punishment. He told me to “hurt him” instead of Kareem”. Cameron lurched forward, gagging. His breathing was getting heavier. “Oh my God, he thought I would- ”

“Babe, calm down. I know it’s difficult, but you need to be there for him. I can’t do it alone. If I take care of him alone…”

“He’ll think I’ll hurt Kar’, and then him.”

“That’s my man. You’ll have to take care of him and talk to him. He needs to see that you are not Howard.”

A whimper came from Tony at the mention of the name. Cameron swore under his breath. his wife took his hands in hers and looked straight in his eyes. “Now go to the bathroom. He’ll need to take a good and hot bath. Be prepared…don’t joke, in his state I’m not sure he’ll understand.”

Cameron steadied himself and walked out. He only turned to witness his wife kneeling on the floor, singing.

Che bella cosa e' na giornata 'e sole n'aria serena dopo na tempesta! Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa Che bella cosa e' na giornata 'e sole. Tony’s flashback stopped. He was still in his dad’s lab, but the strike never hit its mark. He opened his eyes and saw the figure of Howard looming over him, feet high, eyes gleaming with evilness. He gathered what remained of Andy, cradled it and stepped aside, grimacing at the wet sensation in his pants. New tears appeared. I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby, he sobbed, as he tried to dry his pants, but messing up. Blood was smeared on the fabric.

Ma n'atu sole, cchiù bello, oje ne' 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! 'O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te!

Tony stood straight and looked wildly around him. He just…there was a voice, singing their song. Mammina, he screamed. Mammina. He ran frantic around the lab looking for her. He only stopped when he noticed Howard moving again. Then Tony started running again, while Howard was chasing him. A scream escaped his mouth as he dodged dangerous tools and blocked all the insults. Tony wasn’t sure he could understand them anyway, with all the blood rushing to his head deafening all background sounds.

Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne, me vene quase 'na malincunia; sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenn

Tony tripped and crawled clumsily away from Howard. A hand gripped his ankle and he lashed out. Howard’s hand slipped away. Tony scrambled to his feet, eyes on Howard who looked menacing. But he wasn’t looking at him. Tony turned around and sighed in relief. Mammina’s body stood still and calm, eyes solely focused on Howard, but her hand on Tony’s shoulder was soft and welcoming. He reached for her side and buried his face in her stomach. She caressed his head and pressed soft kisses on top.

“You can do it Luce dei miei Occhi. He can’t reach you. No more.”

Howards first blow at Mammina went straight through her. Howard staggered and fell through her and Tony as if they were ghosts. Tony looked at her in awed.

“You too can do it, Tesoro. I will never let anyone hurt you in your head. Never.”

His fear melted away at the confidence and love thrumming in his body. As Howard stepped forward to hit him, he passed through him, too. Howard’s face made Tony giggle. He watched Howards hurtling tools in his direction, only to have them go through his body.

“You have the power to do everything, here, Tesoro. Make it your peace.”

Even at his young age, 8 years old, Tony understood her words with the understanding of someone who had lived many years. He nodded.

The changes were instantaneous. The lab morphed into his room in Mammina’s house. He heard his baby brother giggles and his older sister, Janice, arguing with his older brother, Darius.

Babbo was joking with Mammina while she was cooking.

Ma n'atu sole, cchiù bello, oje ne' 'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! 'O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te!

Tony came back to himself exhausted. He couldn’t move one limb and didn’t want to. The flowery perfume of Mammina was too calming, her warmth and strength allowed him to be loved, freely. Mammina had never judged him for making mistakes or taking her time. She always was happy to see him. Like his brothers and sister. Weirdly enough, they seemed to have taken a liking in him and yet never expected anything from him.

Tony stayed on her chest, as she sang again and again, their song. Soon enough he could hear Janice, Yanick and even Kareem’s voice singing to him.

“My baby, it is time for you to open your eyes,” She murmured softly.

He shook his head, pressing it deeper into her cleavage.

“Don’t you want to take a good bath, with your toys. I’ll prepare a good hot chocolate with cinnamon, Chantilly and Speculoos, with a dash of caramel, and some cookies with big chunks of dark chocolate.”

Tony almost jumped out of her embrace to run to the bathroom with a renewed energy. Only now, he remembered his misadventure. He had peed on himself. Flushing heavily, he tried to hide, only to be scooped up by Darius. He stopped moving and hid his head in the crook of his neck.

“It’s nothing Tonio. We all had accidents; it happens. Not to me of course, I’m a man (his mom and Janice snickered) but. You should ask Janice about yesterday.”

“Hey!” Janice screamed indignantly. “It was an accident and you promised to never talk about it.”

“Put your pride aside, baby girl. You wouldn’t want me to tell your little c-r-u-s-h about it.”

A furious growled erupted from the 13 year-old-girl. Darius took his cue and walked briskly to the bathroom. Kareem laughed encouraging him to go faster. He opened the bathroom door and closed it on Janice face. The last thing they saw was her red face. Darius made a grimace, which should resemble Janice, took a high-pitched voice and reenact the previous scene. Tony giggled softly head still in Darius neck.

“Do I even want to know?” Cameron asked, looking tired.

“Nope. Anyway, I did my job and delivered a grumpy Tonio. Mom said she’d bake some cookies and a hot choco (Cameron whooped) for him”.

“Meh. I’ll send Janice negotiate with your mom.”

Darius looked away. Cameron sighed. He scratched he beard as he thought.

“What about Kareem? No. He is too small, and your mom has him controlled. What about you?”

“I’m still grounded.”

Cameron threw his hands in the air and grumbled.

“I have 4 kids…” He stopped in his tracks. “4 kids.” He repeated slower.

Darius shook his head, recognizing the usual shenanigans being set in place in his dad’s head. His faith in his own abilities were quite impressive, if nor a little concerning. He never succeeded when it came to their mom. She always found out.

Tony whimpered in his arms and tightened his legs around his hips. Cameron stopped rambling and glanced sadly at him. He walked slow and loud towards them, enough for Tony to hear him, and avoid any panic attack like earlier. He shivered at the thought. He prayed to never be as hopeless.

“Tonio, can you look at me?” Cameron said with a low voice.

“No.”

“Ok. Why do you not want to look at me?”

“Hurt me…”

Darius eyebrows rose to his hairline. Hurt him? One look at his dad confirmed the suspicions he also had. He kissed Tony’s head and whispered to his ear.

“Tonio, you know that I would never hurt you, nor lie to you, right?”

Silence.

“Dad had never hurt me. He had never hit me. He may raise his voice, but never to insult. He is not like that.”

He let Tony mulled over what he said. Until a tiny voice replied. “Why Kar’ looked afraid?”

Cameron rolled his eyes amused.

“He knows Dad told him not to run in the house with his socks. He was afraid because he’d get grounded, like me. No TV, no games and no protests for naps. Even though I’d like to have naps, mom won’t let me get one,” Darius finished pouting.

“Oh please, you wake up at 10am every day, you don’t need a nap.”

“Lies and Slander! My days are productive, thank you very much, and I need a nap.”

“Productive? You are on vacation. You don’t have to do anything. And if you want that nap, I’ll talk to your mom.”

“So, no nap for me.” Darius concluded dramatically.

“What is with you and the lack of respect! I can make your mom agree with me.”

Darius snickered. “You can…what?” He scoffed. “When mom is going to know about you ‘making her do stuff…”

Tony was now fully relaxed. He giggled at the interaction, head peeking out of his brother’s neck.

“Sorry, Tonio, but mom needs to know about that.”

Darius put Tony down and rushed outside. Cameron screamed after him, only stopping when his wife’s voice was heard.

“He told you what! Cameron Benedict Jones!” She yelled from downstairs. He stayed stuck for a second before jumping in action. He closed the door and rushed towards Tony.

“Tonio, if you love me, you’ll get into the bathtub as quick as possible.”

His panicked face may have been what sent Tony into full joyful laughter. Cameron didn’t stop to enjoy his little boy happiness and helped Tony out of his pants and shirt. Once fully naked, he scooped him and placed him slowly in the bathtub. At the same time, the door opened violently.

Cameron forced himself to stay calm and moved normally. As normal as he could considering the breathing dragon in his back and his boy mocking him in front of him.

“Hey dear! We were just having fun.” He said, his voice trembling.

Tony laughter was still ringing in the room. Cameron craned his neck and glanced behind himself. His wife’s small frame was trembling. A few snorts escaped her mouth.

“Hey! Not you, too! First Tony, then Darius, and you, my wife!” He yelled, indignant.

Tony hid his face in the foam of the bath. Cameron let himself smile and relax a bit.

“You are really too easy to frighten, my precious husband. But I won’t forget what you said to Darius.” She finished in an ominous voice. Cameron gulped. She walked toward them, leaned to kiss Tony foamy face, then kissed Darius softly on the forehead.

“I never forget.” She muttered, before leaving.

The fun didn’t last long. A few minutes later, Tony was again nonverbal. He didn’t even try to play with the toys anymore and instead was gathering some bubbles around him. Cameron refrain himself from sighing. Really, why did he have to be the one to do that? He wasn’t even good at speeches like his wife and he tended to say the wrong things. And with his anger simmering under his skin, itching him to beat the hell out of Howard, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stay diplomatic. The bloody face of Howard passed his mine. He rejoiced in it. Darius would do it. He’d kill Howard. Jailtime or not. It would be worth it.

“Tony? Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?”

“No.”

Well, what a start.

“Tonio, we have to talk about it, you know it. You’ve seen us resolving conflicts before. That’s what family does.”

“You are not my family.” He said sadly. Cameron ignored the pang of pain in his chest that vehemently contradicted what Tony just said. He helped Tony out of the bath, drained the water and grabbed fuzzy towels. He wrapped his little boy in them and then squeezed him in his arms.

“Blood doesn’t make family. I was adopted. My parents died when I was a toddler and I had the chance to find a good family. Like you too. I know it is not the same, you still have Howard and Maria (He praised himself for not spiting their names. His wife would be impressed that’s for sure.) but we can be your adoptive family. Plus, you spent most of the year with us, anyway.”

Cameron kissed the top of Tony’s head and felt tiny arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. My precious boy, Cameron thought, cooing internally. Now came the hardest question.

“What were you really afraid of?”

Tony tapped his fingers on Cameron’s shoulder. He didn’t reply.

“Tonio, you scared me – us, earlier. I thought we’d have to go to the hospital. You really scared me within an inch of my life. I know that I did something to hurt you, and I wish to know what, so I won’t do it again.”

“When Howard is mad he…he raised his hand to punish me. I thought you’d the same to Kareem. But I’m his big brother and I’m supposed to be his protector,” he said firmly. “I did it because I wish someone would do that for me. But…I’m too weak. I could have never protected K’. You didn’t even hit me that I was ran away.”

Cameron bit his lips and closed his eyes tightly. His heart broke at Tony’s words and his hatred for Howard swelled up.

“I don’t want to hear those words out of your mouth, Tony.”

He unwrapped Tony’s arms from around him and cupped his tiny, red face. “Tonio, what you did was selfless. You fought your own fears, putting yourself in danger to protect someone smaller and more fragile than you. You were ready to get punished for him and jumped to his defense straight away. You did great. But…I’m not Howard, Tonio. I will never hit you. I never hit any of my children and will never. It disgusts and pained me to think that Howard could do that to you.” Tony opened his mouth probably to deflect the praise. Cameron shushed him.” No matter the reasons. It is not legal and normal for a parent to beat their children.”

Tony’s eyebrows were furrowed. Cameron let him mull over what he just said. He knew it would take more than few words to prove it to him, but they, as he entire family, would do everything to allow him a somewhat normal childhood.

As he watched Tony’s face transform under various emotions to settle on hopeful, he let the little bubble of love grow in his heart.

Everything would be okay. They’d make sure of that.

(What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,

The air is serene after a storm!

The air is so fresh that it already feels like a celebration.

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!

But another sun, even more beautiful, oh my sweetheart,

My own sun shines from your face!

This sun, my own sun!

Shines from your face; it shines from your face.

When night comes and the sun has gone down,

I almost start feeling melancholic; I’d stay below your window.

When night comes and the sun has gone down.

Created by Alfredo Mazzuchi, but mostly known thanks to di Capua

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

#mcu #marvel mcu #tony stark #Kid!Tony Stark #black family #adoptee #adoptive family #characters of color #black characters #black dad #black mom #tw: child neglect #tw: panic attack #black children #part 2

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fan-with-issues · 5 years ago

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You're My Home Sweet Home. (Nikki x Tommy)

Requested by @saint-of-los-angeles 💖

(Sorry this took way longer then it should have)

Also shout out to @triplehaitches & @malibubarbievince for helping me and giving me ideas on this, I owe you guys one :)

(Warning: homophobic slurs)

The 1980s, the worst fucking decade in human history. preppies and keyboards, stupid haircuts, jazzercise and “Just Say No”, it all fucking sucked. So what do you do when you’re born in the wrong timeline?

You make it yours.

And that’s what we did to the Sunset Strip. people flooded the streets trying to get in to the world's famous Whiskey a Go Go and inside was where the party was at. Strippers dancing around the pole some of them half naked, people making out with others they probably just met, and the rest drinking like it’s the end of the world. And that’s what I was doing at this very moment, chasing down the end of the bottle of my fourth Jack Daniels.

Vince was nowhere to be seen, probably getting head by some random chick in the bathroom. Mick went home early, and Tommy was sitting at a booth with groupies surrounding him, and that’s what really ticked me off. One groupie kept caresing her fingers on his chest and I swear it took every fiber in me to not grab him and drag him out to an ally and make him scream like there’s no tomorrow.

But here I am, drinking my feelings I have for him away like I do with the rest of my problems. I have no idea when I started having feelings for him but I know it was when we started going big. the way he was so enthusiastic about random things, how easily he fell in love, the way he played the drums with such passion. Everyday I was falling for him, he was just so irresistible and perfect in every aspect in my eyes. But I could never have him for the fact that he was straight.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a loud noise coming from the other end of the bar. When I looked over to see what the loud noise was I saw Tommy getting cornered by three big guys.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Anger boiled inside of me and before you know it, I was in front of Tommy putting my arm in front of him. “Well look what we have here boys, this faggot here has himself a boyfriend.” one of the guys said with a smirk.

“Look what we have here, a guy whose brain is smaller than their dick.” I said back, now smirking at the guy.

I could see the anger building up inside of him but I didn't care, all I cared about was protecting Tommy and him only.

"Listen why don't you fuck off before things get nasty." I said, ready to punch the daylights out of these fuckers.

"Or what? What are you and your little sex toy faggot behind you gonna do? Your slut gonna suck us off while you fuck him from behind?" The guy said, laughter coming from two of the others.

And that's what did it for me.

I punched him square in the face and everything was hell loose from there. Bottles were thrown around, people screaming, and bruises were made. It got so bad to the point where 5 police cars showed up, which is how it got me to being handcuffed along with Tommy. You're probably wondering why he got arrested as well, let's just say once you piss one off, you piss of another. I mean, they don't call us Terror Twins for nothing.

The car ride to the police station was filled with nothing but silence and with the occasion of me and Tommy receiving secret glances and smiles from eachother.

As we entered into the police station they booked us in, took our mugshot, than got changed into their shitty ass clothes. After that we got put in the same cell, I think the police woman said something but I didn't pay attention to a damn word she said.

Me and Tommy both sat down on a metal bench, neither of us saying nothing to one another, silence being the only thing around us until Tommy broke it.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"Do what?" I asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Protect me, back there. You didn't have to." He said, looking down at his lap.

"Just instincts I guess," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I guess when I saw you were in trouble I sorta just felt this thing or rather something telling me to protect you, sounds cliche I know but it's true." I told him sheepishly.

He finally looks at me, his dark brown eyes meeting my green ones. I felt him sneak his hand at the bottom of mine and lace them together, never daring to keep his eyes off me.

"Yeah but still, I could've defended myself, it wouldn't be the first." He says the last part to himself, I have to ask him about that later.

"I know that. It's just that," I hesitate.

"It's just what? Nikki you can tell me anything, whatever it is I'm here for you," he looks down at our intertwined hands, "I'm here for you for as long as you need me to." He said.

"It's just that- fuck Tommy," I took a deep breath, "I love you." I said finally.

He looks at my blankly before smiling at me sweetly.

"Well I love you too, bro" He said.

…

I mentally slap myself.

Tommy for Jesus fuck sake.

"No- I mean- fuck Tommy why do you gotta make this so difficult." I said, pulling away from our intertwined hands and heding my face with both of my hands.

Seconds pass before I feel him pull my hands away from my face. I look at him, and before I can register anything.

He kisses me.

His soft lips meeting my slightly chapped ones. His kiss doesn't feel like the ones I usually receive, no, this one is filled with love, care, and passion.

Something I haven't truly received from anyone in a long time.

We pull away from each other, both of us breathless.

"You taste like whiskey."

"Oh fuck you."

"Maybe once we get out of here you can."

We both laugh. He pulls me against his chest, running his hands through my hair while rubbing my back gently.

We stay like this for the rest of the night, police look at us weirdly while walking past our cell but we both didn't care.

I felt safe in his arms.

I felt at home in his arms.

He was my home sweet home.

Something I thought I can never achieve or have until now.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #terrorcest #80s #fluff #sorry its short

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ff-imagines · 5 years ago

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General headcanons: salty tofu

I saw a man so beautiful I started crying?

• baby boy.... baby boy....

• salty having a crush on you is... gonna make things difficult for both of you

• he’d rather walk a mile barefoot over legos that are actively on fire than admit he has feelings for anyone

• so as a result he’s... very defensive and quick to end your conversations

• he’s essentially the third grader who’s mean to you cause they have a crush on you lol

• honestly it doesn’t take much to break down that wall though

• even the most basic kindness has him looking at you differently

• but he’s still gonna be high and mighty about it lol

• “don’t you have other duties? Or is this you submitting to being my toy?”

• “I don’t need your attention. Go find someone else to dote on.”

• proceeds to get sad cause you’re not paying attention to him

• you’re gonna have to make the first move, baby boy is a lil bit oblivious when it comes to romance

• and general social interaction

• the second you do, his walls come completely down and he’s a big ol’ cuddly softie

• he also drops the whole toy thing pretty quickly when he sees you’re not happy with it

• “Oh? Do you want to be my toy forever? ... Eh? Why is your expression so unsightly? ... Darn it, okay I was wrong, I won't call you a toy again... So... smile.”

• gets frustrated super easily over small stuff

• most of the time it has to do with people making him feel uncomfortable, or hurt

• he likes to pretend words don’t hurt him, but they really do.

• sometimes if he’s hurt enough, he’ll tear up

• he’s got a sorta hiccup-y cry, his throat locks up making it hard to talk, and he hugs himself tightly. Sometimes he’ll wipe at his face to get rid of the tears.

• if you tease him or poke fun at him for crying he’ll loose his shit

• he can dish out teasing, but he cant really take it in return, especially when he’s vulnerable like that

• but he’d also never tease you for crying either, he mostly just starts feeling angry at whatever made you cry

• “salty you can’t fight a tv screen” “W A T C H M E“

• the best way to cheer him up when’s he’s sad/grumpy?

• be needy

• he likes that you rely on him, even for small things like a hug

• another quick way to get him in a good mood?

• spa day!

• face masks, bath bombs, cucumbers on your eyes, diy manicures, he loves it all!

• his favorite bath bomb is black with just enough glitter that it’s not excessive, and it smells like apricots

• he can’t really relax unless he has some kind of white noise, so you both take turns picking a music playlist

• on days where you just can’t come to an agreement on what to play or who’s turn it is, you both just settle on the 24 hour lo-fi stream.

• likes the water skin boilingly hot, so good luck lmao

• sometimes sits across from you in the tub and just chills, but mostly prefers to have you back against him as to two lean back and enjoy the smells and feeling of the water.

• likes manicures, but can’t paint his nails well himself without making a mess on his fingers

• his hands are just a little shaky as a default, so hes gonna appreciate any help he can get

• won’t admit it tho so you’ve gotta being it up

• “hey maybe we should do each other’s nails!” And run before he does yours

• he also loves getting his hair played with

• there have been times where he’s actually fallen alseep while you messed with his hair because of how relaxed it made him

• he doesn’t like messing with makeup as much

• don’t get me wrong, on himself he wings eyeliner so sharp it can stab someone

• but on someone else? His hands are twitchy as ever and he’s too worried about stabbing you in the eye

• he just sticks to styling your hair

• he’s not absolutely phenomenal with hair, but it doesn’t look bad either, and he tries his best.

• as time goes on he’ll get better with it, and his styles will slowly get more and more impressive.

• chews on his tongue piercing somtimes when idleing

• also he talks a lot, that causes the metal to knock against his teeth somtimes

• because of that his teeth are a little sensitive, so he doesn’t like ice cream or any cold food that much cause like.... ouch

• prefers marzipan and punishingly dark chocolate

• plays his guitar often, would love if you did too!

• if you don’t know how to play very well, for your sake and his, don’t ask for lessons from him.

• he won’t be mean to you, just light teasing

• but his patience level is -18393024 so uhm

• he’s not a very good teacher :(

• he’ll try!

• he can help you with a few chords, but frankly?

• he’s not only been doing this for a long ass time, he’s also just naturally gifted when it comes to music and pitch recognition

• so if you take a while to get it he’s just gonna be “????? Why confusion this easy ?????”

• he tries his best but eventually just sighs and pulls out his phone to play a YouTube tutorial lol

• if you’ve not already got piercings, he’d love to see you with some!

• if you asked about getting them he’d at first tease a little about you wanting to be like him

• then he’d tell you basic care etc cause he’s not a healer, he can’t really help you if you get infected

• he gets really upset to see you in pain so he kinda dotes on you a lot, getting a piercing does nothing but encourage him to make sure you’re doing ok.

• honestly he’s cool with whatever you wanna do, don’t want piercings? “That’s fine, now listen to three days grace with me I’m bored”

• honestly is very laid back when it comes to hanging out with you alone.

• he trusts you with everything he has, why have worries when you’re right here?

• he likes to talk, but he enjoys just sitting in comfortable silence with some kinda white noise just as much.

• literally anything you want to do, he’ll go with you

• not without complaints, but he’ll go

• you don’t even really have to warn him either

• “ I wanna go hiking up an active volcano” “aight lemme grab some snacks and some bug spray”

• normally doesn’t really have a ‘schedule’, just kinda goes wherever. He lives day by day, making time for his basic needs.

• on rare days he’ll drag you around town looking for something to do

• but for the most part he looks to you for plans and schedules because he legit can’t be assed what you two do as long as he’s doing it with you.

• he kinda has this weird thing with math

• that being that he’s freakishly good at it

• it’s just another thing that he just gets

• he also knows that he’s good at it and he’s pretty proud of that

• will be beaming if you ask for help with any kind of math

• will also be proud if you ask him for help with really anything

• gives the classic “ what, can’t handle it yourself?” line and then immediately gets whatever you need done

• very much likes to hug you

• very very much likes to hug you

• his fav is wrapping his arms around you from behind, and if you’re short enough, placing his head on the top of yours. If you’re a bit on the taller side, he settles for your shoulder.

• but there is one thing he likes more than hugs

• cuddling!!!!

• “tonight, I want to hold you as you fall asleep~”

• and he definitely means that.

• he sleeps on his side, only on his back if he’s tired enough to pass out immediately, never on his stomach as it makes him feel weirdly queasy.

• he loves when you’re on your side facing him, and he’s got you in an arm prison.

• tuck your head under his chin and he’ll actually melt into a puddle

• he’s always very warm but he has this weird tick where no matter how hot a room is, he thinks it’s cold

• “cold...” “salty it’s 94 degrees” “c o l d . . . ”

• cuddling with him is pretty pleasant as long as you don’t get hot to easy, cause he piles on the blankets and curls into you like you’re a fire on a -27 degree night.

• honestly when it comes to you, sweet tofu is obsession, salty tofu is possession.

• don’t get me wrong, he’s not keeping you on lockdown

• but he gets jealous very easy lol

• of course more reasonably, he’s not gonna be crying while holding up your phone going “WhO tHe FuCk iS mOm??”

• it’s more that if you’re in public and someone’s gaze lingers just a little to long

• he’s got an arm around you pulling you closer to his side and he’s glaring

• he might be your living teddy bear, but he knows how to make himself look very menacing

• he doesn’t like random strangers talking to you, mainly because he doesn’t know them and therefore does not trust that they don’t have bad intentions

• “He was asking for directions to the chip isle salty” “didn’t like the look in his eye” “he was 15” “and”

• he finds the stories you bring home of being hit on or asked out off putting, but he mostly laughs, saying “did they really think they had a chance with what’s mine?”

• he feels safer knowing that not only will you turn down others flirting, but you’ll openly laugh with him at that person for even trying.

• it’s an ego boost, but it also makes him proud of you for being able to stand your ground.

• but... if someone ever makes advancements toward you on front of him?

• oh no.

• The fool. The buffoon. They have no idea the absolute hell they’ve just unleashed upon themselves.

• he has no qualms defending you with actual violence

• if the time ever comes where he turns his back for a few minutes and comes back to see you looking uncomfortable while some person is trying a little too obviously to flirt with you?

• beat someone’s ass mode: engaged

• he’d come up beside the person and just grab onto their forearm with one hand, the other hand is at his side in such a firm fist that his palms are turning white

• he’s squeezing them punishingly tight as he leans close to their face and asks what the fuck they think they are doing

• safe to say the creep is no longer bothering you.

• poor baby kinda stands for a bit and just pulls you tight into his side, shaking his head and muttering about how shameless some people are

• call him your knight while he’s muttering, it’ll catch him off guard and you’ll get a rare blush from him

• just take him home and cuddle the teddy bear. His poor heart can’t take the thought of some gross stranger taking you away from him.

• the only reason for his jealously is because of his insecurities.

• “what if one day I’m not enough?”

• those thoughts happen less and less as he spends more and more time with you.

• you’ve only proven that you’ll stick with him till the bitter end.

• with your love, and his rock playlist at full blast, can’t really ask for anything else.

#food fantasy #food fantasy x reader #ff salty tofu #salty tofu #ff salty tofu x reader #salty tofu x reader

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stevenbasic · 5 years ago

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“I’m so glad we have this date today…I really like having the chance to talk with you,” Melissa said, returning to the table with our coffees, a disarming smile and a powerful pair of swinging hips. “And now I’ve got you all to myself.”

“It’s, uh, not a d-...” I began, but heard my voice fade as I watched her big ass strain against her too-tight jeans as she moved to sit. Jesus, it’s huge. And she has absolutely no waist...

She giggled at my stammering as she sat, the chair taking her weight. It was our second official Friday Management Meeting, and I have to admit I was looking forward to it a little too much. Just the chance to sit and stare at this woman, have her undivided attention, bask in the her salient admiration while away from any others who knew us. Yes, I know it’s salacious and that I was a married man and believe me I was not proud of it. But christ that body in those jeans and that top. She’s an absolute Amazon, all curves, and I was feeling myself more and more fixated on her with each day that went by.

“So,” she started, eyes glittering over her coffee as she spoke, looking me up and down, “I guess you forgot it’s Casual Friday?” Her dark hair, soft and relaxed today, fell around her face fetchingly.

“Oh, uh…” I replied, suddenly conscious of my out-of-date tie and rumpled shirt. I put my cup down, ran my hands over the wrinkles of my khakis. “I thought this was kinda casual..?”

Melissa giggled, satisfied. She and her friend Randi had established ‘Casual Fridays’ in the office last week. My silence had obviously been taken as a passive, spineless approval, and here I was in my own ‘casual’, complicit attire. “It’s okay, you look cute,” she added in an aside, indulging me with a smile, “like a little kid wearing his big-boy clothes.”

“Hey..!” I laughed, taking to my own coffee, watching her take a sip of hers and giggling at me. Truth be told, my old shirt was loose around the collar that morning, and my pants seemed too big. I had even had trouble getting the knot of my tie done, getting the right length.

So maybe I did look a little like a teen in oversized clothes, and Melissa hadn’t failed to notice. But, despite the teasing, there was something else on her mind that morning, for sure.

“So what’s up?” I asked, tabling for the moment the list of business items I wanted to get through, to make this an actual meeting, maybe.

“Well, it’s kinda silly, I guess, and I sorta feel silly asking but...are we, like, friends?” she asked.

“Oh...uh...” I stammered, caught off guard.

“Because I’ve been really feeling like we are getting to be friends,” she said,, “y’know, hanging out, going out together...talking. And I, like, hope I’m right? Am I? Are we...friends?” She was speaking a bit faster, belying her nerves.

This was weird, but it was bringing butterflies to my stomach. This girl - this young, buxom, drop-dead gorgeous girl - was nervously asking to be friends. She was hanging on my every word, and I didn’t know what to say.

If she saw my expression, she was having as hard a time reading it as I was expressing it. “I mean...if that’s okay?” she blurted, laughing, “Is that okay?? Is that, like, alright? To think? Since I, like...work for you? Can we be...friends?”

”oh, uh, I, uh…yeah, of course,” I finally answered, obviously flustered but doing my best to seem casual. I was nervous, she was nervous, and I didn’t want this to seem like a big deal. But...yikes… “Of course we can,” I said, my voice now more confident, “I’d be proud to be your friend.”

To that, Melissa visibly beamed, her smile growing, relieved, encouraged. Heartened.

I had tried not to stare as her chest swelled. “As long as you, uh, don't mind being friends with an old crank like me?” I asked.

“OMIGOD STOP!” she laughed, leaning in to slap my knee, “You’re so not old. Plus you're the smartest, nicest, best guy I know. And I need all the friends I can get.”

I laughed, and took a drink of my coffee, ignoring how fast my heart was racing. But what did she mean by that? That she ‘needed friends’. I mean, a girl like Melissa...she must be, uh, very popular.

“C’mon,” I countered, “You must have lots of friends, boy friends, I m-mean...friends who are guys” Ooof. I was digging a hole with my stammering. I saw her eyes giggling at me, and knew I should stop, but my mouth was ahead of my brain. “...a boyfriend?”

She was kind enough not to laugh at me, and instead answered plainly and politely, “No it’s frustrating, the kind of guys I attract,” she said, breezing over my awkwardness and candidly explaining her situation, “Guys always try to...change me. Make me something different. So I’ve been on a break, a long break, so I can…” She took a sip of coffee, to choose the right words. “...concentrate on my career.“

”Oh,” I replied, feeling weirdly...weird. And feeling like there was more to the story...but it wasn’t my place to pry.

That’s when the air changed. A serious expression clouded her face as she drew and released a deep breath, cast her gaze down. At the same time I first became aware of her perfume, a cloud of which had slowly drifted across the table. Oh, wow...I drew in a deep breath of it. My eyes fluttered.

“Dr. J, I am so happy you consider me a friend, it means so much to me,” she began, steeling herself for something that was obviously difficult for her, “because I know the girls at work don’t really like me…” Her tone was uncharacteristically sober, and her frankness took me suddenly off-guard.

“Oh, don’t say that…” I answered, immediately seeking to solace the mood, possibly cutting her off. I knew I had to acknowledge her concerns, I couldn’t lie and tell her she was wrong, but I didn’t want her upset. “You’re...new. New to them. You’re...different. Different than Jeannette was.” She watched me, listening with wide, patient, slightly sad eyes from across the table. We both knew she was speaking the truth...but I also knew she was in fact understating it, that she didn’t fully understand how deep their petty antipathies were actually running, or that they despised me even more than they did her. But I had to try to make her feel better about it. “It’s maybe going to...take some time, time for them to warm up to you. But...you’ll see, keep try-”

“Dr J, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, stopping me with a hand, her left one, reaching out to grab mine. Her smile was wistful. “I'm actually used to it, I’ve had to deal with it, with women acting this way towards me before. It’s been this way ever since I grew...these.“

At that - hand still on mine - she drew her shoulders back, dramatically sticking her chest out. Her massive bosom swelled to fill the space between us and with a thin, resigned smile she patiently ignored me attempting to stay composed.

“Big, huh?” she quipped plainly, subtly squashing her breasts between her arms to further emphasize her mass and forcing me to finally look away. She sat back, removing her hand and allowing me a moment to recover.

“Y-y-yuh…” I tried, nodding, trying to appear understanding, “I can imagine it’s, uh…”

“Yeah, they’re a blessing and a curse,” she continued, candidly, “I’ve always wanted to succeed through my, like, brains. Through hard work and skills and, y’know - education.”

I continued nodding, agreeing, giving the appearance of understanding. Encouraging her to continue because there was no way I could say something insightful, in that moment. My tongue was paralyzed, my brain racing to pull itself from the quagmire of her bosomy display.

“But the boobs totally get in the way. Everyone always thinks my successes have been because of...this.” She waved her free right hand up and down, over her dramatic curves. “My body. How I look. How I dress. And sometimes - well, a lot of times - I think they were right. I was given things too easy, sometimes. Jobs, promotions, raises. This job is the first one that I really think will let me do what I want, show what I can accomplish through hard work and brains.”

Acutely aware of my guilt, of every horrible instinct and purile thought in my pathetic male body, I bit my tongue and stayed quiet. I was no better than anyone else who had given her these jobs, these promotions, these raises in the past; she certainly didn’t get this position of Office Manager in my practice on account of her resume, skills or experience. I was just as much of a boob-monkey heel as the rest of them...but she obviously didn’t know that, and I was not about to tell her. She thought better of me, which made it all the worse.

“So...help me!” she laughed, leaning in to shake my shoulder - in jest, yes, but she was strong. Her tone had been slowly becoming more confident, more self-assured, and now it was her encouraging me; it was me who had become more reticent. “What do I do, Dr. J, with the staff? With the girls in the office?” She looked at me and, seeing I had no immediate answer, continued to speak. “It’s like there’s two parts of me: one that wants to try hard, to really make friends with them. And then there’s the other part…”

Her perfume was so strong. Strong and captivating. I felt like it was enveloping me, blurring out the world around us. It was focusing me totally on her.

“The other part doesn’t want to make friends,” she continued, “The other part wants to be strict, be the boss.” She played with her cup, toying with it in her hands, and then looked at me with new confidence. “So, it’s like there’s the nice part and...the strong part.”

I felt myself struggle to swallow. gulp.

“And the strong part, Dr. J, it’s...it’s been getting stronger.”

I’d known it soon after I first met her. There was something inside her, something growing, something blooming - and it was happening even as we spoke. I saw it in her eyes, and I saw that she felt it too. It was new to her, and it was thrilling.

It made my heart race, seeing her excited.

“Anyway, it’s sooo important to me that you’re supporting me,” she said, casually reaching her hand out to my knee. She watched as I looked down at it, and then up at her again. She smiled at me, and kept her hand where it was. “I know I’m new. I know you’ve known the other girls longer. I know it must be hard, putting all your trust in me...”

A new wave of her perfume, so intoxicating, kept me focused on her. Her hand was still on my leg, squeezing it firmly. Her glittering eyes were glued to mine, making my mouth dry, empty of words.

“So...Tell me. What do you want me to do?” she asked, sitting back, sitting straight, now having released my knee, “Try to make friends or…” As I watched, she straightened her shoulders, raised her powerful chest. She seemed to grow six inches, just sitting there. “...do you want me to be the boss?”

My body shuddered, and before I could catch myself, I heard myself speak.

“I-I want you t-to...to be the b-boss.”

She smiled, thrilled, and it was at that moment that I realized it...I had a raging hard-on. I was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear, I was feeding into the blossoming confidence of this breathtaking but woefully unqualified woman, and it was so fucking hot.

“Ok, then...first,” she began, “I think I need to exert my authority.” As she spoke - she’d obviously settled her mind already - she took a moment to casually adjust her bra, tugging on the band on her left side through her thin pink shirt. “I need to show that I’m in charge...but I don’t want to be, like, mean. Stoop to their level. I want to show that I can be, like…” she sat up straighter still. “...the bigger person”

I realized I was staring, and fumbled for words. I knew I should be offering guidance, but could only stammer as I watched her tuck her hair behind her ear. She was waiting patiently for my response.

“o-okay…” I managed.

“But still, they need to know that I am their boss,” she said, shifting in her seat, “I have to do something. Something to...show them.”

“h-how?” I asked, unable to fathom anything else but a question, “wh-what?” Were there even any other people in this coffee shop? Why was I being so sheepish?

“I don’t know yet,” she stated, a brief, grim seriousness in her voice that soon disappeared as she looked at me, shrugged, and giggled. Her breasts bounced, and I think my jaw had been hanging open.

”Anyway, thanks for listening to me,” she concluded, her mind newly set, “You’re always such a big help to me, and I totally appreciate you.”

“Oh, it’s n-no problem, I’m ha-happy t-“ Had I noticed that soft, fleshy bulge of hip, escaping her jeans before?

“And you know you can talk to me, too,” she said, reaching out for my hand again, now taking it in both of hers, “About anything, even stuff at home.” With that, she paused, and just held my hand.

I looked up into her eyes, which were glued on mine. She was obviously talking about my marriage, and my heart skipped. “O-okay, wow, thanks…” Was she looking for more, here? For me to open up about my problems with Sheryl? Her glittering eyes, her soft, thick hair, the magnetic caress of her perfume was making it hard, but I knew not to say any more.

“I’m serious, I can be there for you,” she said, immediately seeing my reticence...but being respectful of it. She leaned in, closer to me, squeezed my hand in support. “We’re a team now, you and me. You have to learn to confide in me. Got it?”

Her smile was so pretty.

“g-got it,” I nodded.

“Good boy,” she giggled, releasing my hand to take her coffee cup again. “I’’m so glad we’re friends now…” She took a playful sip of coffee before looking at me and declaring...

“I really need a good man in my life.”

#Growing Into the Job

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