#don't let the adults know I eat my greens /j

[kipowolfton]

so glad I don't have a sweet tooth bro I used to have such a sweet tooth when I was a little kid because my dad spoiled me but I'm so glad eating maggots fixed me

[acircusfullofdemons]

For the ask meme: questions 1-10 for the last 3 paras you’ve daydreamed about PLUS whatever questions Emory can/wants to answer 😈 (<- evilly gets you to talk about your paras) (if it’s not too much of an undertaking). -👁️‍🗨️

[ ASK GAME] || Last 3 paras I daydreamed about were Ozzie, Neil, and a few canon characters from their source that don't have para/maac equivalents yet (save for maaybbee Lucky Moth & Arachne). SO I'm gonna force Emory to answer these as well! (/j he's being nice today lol)

1.) What’s your name? Pronouns?

Emory: My name is Emory. I don't really care about pronouns, but [Luka] uses he/him for me.

Ozzie: Dr. Oswald Octavius, but most people call me "Ozzie", and I encourage you to do the same! My pronouns are he/him.

Neil: Oh I have a name. A human name. A totally normal, believable human name. That I will share now! ....N...Neil...? Yes, that's it. My totally normal and legal human name, that is definitely in any name-finding systems you may or may not have. My pronouns are....uh. None of your business (he doesn't know what they are, I use he/him but tbh I doubt he'd care what you'd use).

2.) What’s your gender and sexuality?

Emory: Being an...interdimensional being, I don't exactly have either of those. The sexuality that describes me best is asexual I believe. I feel no attraction to anything. Gender? I am a cat. Cats don't have gender.

Ozzie: I'm a cis, bisexual male.

Neil: People have tried explaining "gender" to me and I still don't get it. I have sex with Ozzie. Is that anything?

3.) How would you describe your aesthetic?

Emory. Libraries. Old books. Cats, naturally.

Ozzie: Oh let's see...lab coats, octopuses, robots, turtlenecks, am I doing this right?

Neil: Teeth. Claws. Sports? Is it supposed to be things we like? Then Ozzie. Fighting. Food, but specifically ice cream and doughnuts.

4.) What are your hobbies?

Emory: Reading, traversing the different paracosms/dimensions, watching [Luka]'s life play out.

Ozzie: Well, I mostly try to take care of my actuators, they're quite a handful! But I also like to read, I've taken up knitting recently! I will admit, most of my time nowadays is spent teaching Neil how society works.

Neil: Eating, sleeping, fighting. I used to fight Lucky Moth as a hobby, but that was less of a "hobby" and more of a "job". But now I help him fight crime! That's definitely a hobby, I don't do it all the time. I dunno. I'm pretty active in general, so I've tried just about every outdoor activity there is.

5.) How old are you? (Can be as vague or specific as you feel comfortable!) Does your age change at all? If so, which age are you most frequently? Do you “act your age”?

Emory: Hm. Old. I consider myself ageless. There is a version of me in Phantasmagoria that was portrayed as 19, though that happened long ago and

(Ozzie doesn't have a determined age yet, somewhere around 45-51?? His FC is 70 which. damn Alfred Molina is still hot af.)

Neil: I. I don't know...Somewhere around Ozzie's age, I guess? An adult?? I'm told I'm like a toddler sometimes.

6.) What’s the name of your paracosm/source (if applicable)? How would you describe your paracosm/source? (Can be a physical description or like a summary of the plot!)

Ozzie & Neil are the Spiderman villains Doc Ock & Green Goblin respectively. They're my own personal take on the characters, namely wanting to see different variants of them like we saw different spiderpeople in Spiderverse. A lot of their characterizations take inspo from the live action Spiderman films — the ones that star Tobey Maguire & Andrew Garfield. Their subcosm/volume name in MaaC is "A Plague of Octopuses", because Neil's alias is Plague & Ozzie is, well, octopus themed.

Emory: My "source"? Let's see. I was always "part" of Phantasmagoria, though it isn't exactly my "home". I consider that the now defunct paracosm "At the Graveyard", [Luka]'s old Creepypasta paracosm. That is where my backstory technically originates from. Phantasmagoria is like living in a video game. At the Graveyard was mainly about Slenderman hiring a Seer/Medium/one who could see ghosts to deal with the ghost problem. I never had a problem with the various ghosts there, but that might be because I'm a cat and ask for things nicely.

7.) Do/Did you consider yourself a veritbond?

Emory: yes.

(the other two are regular paras so. they cannot answer this question. personally, I don't consider them as such.)

8.) Are/Were you a primpara (“original character”), a fictpara (para from a show/movie/game/book/comic/etc), a fictpara (someone the host/daydreamer knew or knew of IRL/thisverse), or somewhere in between?

Ozzie & Neil are fictparas! Technically. I've definitely put way to many headcanons & aus into them at this point (even tho it's been...like 5 days lmao someone help them). So like most of my "fictparas", they're actually a horrible mix of prim/fictpara lol.

Emory is a primpara, but based/inspired by a number of fictional talking cats (Cheshire, Binx from Hocus Pocus, The Cat from Coraline, Salem the Cat), however his main inspo was all the different Stan Lee cameos the MCU had. I wanted something like that for Phantasmagoria, a character that was somehow always there, yknow? Anyway. I have a draft of Emory’s opinions on those kitties that I keep forgetting to post.

9.) Are/Were you a parame (“main character”)? If not, do you know the parame?

Emory: I keep watch over everything happening, so I find myself in close proximity to the ever-changing parames. Neil seems to be the current parame that's getting focus, though unfortunately I haven't gotten a chance to met him in-paracosm yet.

(yeah he doesn't really interact with MaaC as a whole idk why :/)

10.) Are/Were you a paraself (“self insert”)? If not, do you know the paraself?

Emory: Do I know the — I wish I could say I didn't. Vincent has caused a great deal of trouble — especially as Entropy. Though I'll admit, Calypso is more tolerable, if I had to choose out of the two.

12.) What is your level of awareness when it comes to daydreams? Are you aware of other paracosms? Can you access them or are they unreachable to you?

Emory: The Daydreams are like a play for me, almost. I have my "role" that I fufil to the best of my ability. I can access everything there is, whenever I wish to. Very useful for when I don't want to be part of a current situation.

13.) Do you have any control over a paracosms, paras, or daydreaming? Do you have any control over yourself in daydreams?

Emory: I can block off paracosms if I wish. I don't do it very often because [Luka] is a toddler that needs to be entertained 24/7.

(RUDE >:()

18.) Do you interact with the MaDD or ID community at all? Why or why not?

Emory: I've managed to convince [Luka] to set up a blog for me on here. They've gotten as far as typing a pinned post and saving a few drafts. Both of us go back and forth on doing so. For me, it doesn't really matter. I just want something to resemble my library, and if I can get it through a measly little blog, then fine. I can't control [Luka]'s body, just ask them nicely to type things for me (as they are so generously doing now), so there isn't much that can be done if they don't want to do something.

44.) If you feel comfortable, show us what you look like! (picrew, ArtBreeder, art, etc)

[Luka] has shared drawings of my where I'm a black cat with magenta eyes. This is an accurate depiction of me. I also have a "human" form that I use less often, but will if necessary. I believe everyone is familiar with my cat form [source] [source], so here is what I look like as a human (art by [Luka]):

and edits [Luka] has done of me:

[yours-etc]

You Better Make It Soon (Before You Break My Heart)

Monday mornings are the bane of Steve Harrington’s existence. His alarm clock was blaring when he woke up. It read 6:32 on the clock and Steve groaned as he sat up in his bed. Steve was in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard Dustin’s alarm going off, and a few minutes later he heard Max’s. The twins insisted on having their own alarm clocks, saying having their dad wake them up for school in the sixth grade was embarrassing. Steve couldn’t lie, he got a bit too emotional about alarm clocks that day. 

While they may have grown out of Steve waking them up every day, they certainly haven't grown out of him making them breakfast and packing their lunches. Dustin gets 2 eggs, scrambled, and a slice of toast with grape jelly, for lunch it's a ham and cheese sandwich with a baggy of lays and a green apple. Max gets 2 eggs sunny side up, and 2 pieces of toast with butter, and lunch is a pb&j with strawberry jelly, a baggy of Fritos, and a banana. It's been this way since they could eat actual food. 

Steve could tell you every single thing about these kids. And to some parents, he was way too involved. He went to every science fair, school recital, and kiddie soccer games. To him, that was the bare minimum. As a kid, his parents never showed up for anything, always out of town on business. It didn’t matter now, he had cut contact with them the second he got the phone call from the hospital. That was the day he learned Jane was one, pregnant, and two left him the kids. 

Jane was his second girlfriend in high school, they had only been together for 6 months, but that was enough. Last he heard about her, she was somewhere in Nevada with a sparkly new family. Steve didn’t care that she had a new boyfriend, or husband, he cared that she had new kids, and never once bothered to check in on Max or Dustin. 

Steve was scared shitless driving to the hospital, Robin in the passenger seat. She read from a book of 100 baby names, going down the list. No names that start with J, B, or W was the only rule, “I’m not letting you give these beautiful new humans terrible names Steve, they're already having to deal with the legacy that is ‘King Steve’ at least let them have actually good names.”

He was grateful for Robin. She knew just how to distract him and focus on the good parts of the situation, rather than the terrible ones. In the end, they settled on Maxine and Dustin. So by the time they drove the two-hour trip to Indianapolis, they had at least the names ready, maybe not a crib, or food, or clothes, or dippers, but they had names. And at the time, that was a win in Steve’s book. 

Dustin was the first down the stairs. He almost falls on the last few steps.

Steve had to hold in a laugh, “Hey Dust buddy, I need you to slow down on the steps, you have enough trouble keeping your teeth in, I don't need you knocking extra ones out.”

The curly-headed boy sits down in his usual spot at the table, “That's a low blow Dad. And I'm sorry, you should be happy to have a kid that's excited for the first day of school. You know I could be out smoking crack or something! Instead, I'm going down the stairs a bit too excitedly. Count your blessings.”

“That was far too much for seven in the morning,” Max says walking in.

She had he hair back in a ponytail at the base of her neck. Steve knows she hates her hair in her face, she usually asks him to braid it, but apparently, she's grown out of that too.

“Alright gremlins eat up fast,” he sets down their plates in front of them, “can't be late for your first day.” 

If you ever wanted to experience the different levels of hell, school drop-off was the 7th. It's like grown adults lose all knowledge of driving the second they enter the parking lot. Steve worked at the high school right next to the middle school and grade school, he always parks in the staff parking and walks the kiddos to school. Unfortunately for him, however, was that the only entrance to the staff parking was only accessible through the middle school drop-off. At least the last two years and this next year he’ll actually have middle schoolers to drop off.

The middle school had a poster hanging up front “Class of 86’ is our year!”

Before he could even put the car in park the kids start to open the doors, “Hey, hey, hey,” they pause their movements, “First don't open doors on moving cars, don’t be reckless. Second, no getting out of the car before I hear those three magical words.”

“Do we have to?” Dustin asks from the back.

“Love you, Dad,” Max says at the same time. 

Steve leans over to the passenger seat and gives Max a kiss on the forehead, “And that's why you get shotgun.”

Max unlocks her door and off to the school doors. He hears Dustin unlock the doors in the back, but Steve hits the lock button. Dustin tries again, and Steve locks it.

The boy sighs, “Love you, Dad.” 

“Love you too Dust Buddy.” 

Finally, Dustin leaves the car and practically sprints to the school. Steve drove off, finally making it to the staff parking. 

He got a job as a PE and health teacher a few years after graduating high school. Technically he was a volunteer for the first 4 years. They couldn’t hire him as a teacher without a degree. So the school offered to give him the job if he took classes at Hawkins Community College. And for four years, Steve worked at the school during the day and took classes at night. The kids were in daycare for the day, and Robin came over every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to watch the kids. Steve offered to pay her, but she refused any money. 

“As long as I can raid your fridge, and watch late-night cable, you can call it even Harrington.” 

Some days he was so exhausted that he wouldn't even make it to his bed, just crash on the couch. By the time he graduated with his degree, the kids were graduating from kindergarten.

And now look at them. A single dad who barely made it through high school, now a high school teacher with two straight-A kids. 

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[thekeigospichula]

I was thinking about omegaverse A!Katsuki doctor and O!Izuku single mom. This is a vomiting word, but I'm planning make a mini fic?

Cw// Mysogyn/ anxiety attack / violence (?) /

Bakugo was in his break, usually he got food of the hospital dinner, but nah, he was tired of that shit.

The nearest restaurant was a fast food place, they served hamburgers and trash food

Ago some time that he didn't eat that shit.

He sat in one of the free tables waiting for a waitress to take his order. He looked at the window bored, today was a relaxed day, no much patients in the hospital— really weird— and the city was really silent.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" well, he was wrong. A crash sounded before the loud scream.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll bring you a new order" Bakugo looked at the table behind him, a little omega was kneeled picking up the plates from the floor.

"You stupid omega, my shoes now are all dirt" the comensal said angry looking down at the omega.

"I'm so sorry" the smaller man said shivering before the alfa's voice. Well, poor man.

"Do you think that you apologize will clean my shoes? I'm hungry and now I have to wait more time for my food because a stupid bitch threw it" the omega stand up whit the dishes in his hands and bowed in apologize.

"I'm really sorry, I'll priority your order sir, you won't wait so much, and I'm so sorry"

Bakugo was pissed whit the alfa, the omega already apologized and will bring him new food. He looked at the rest of the people in the place, they were only three more people, and everyone were in them own business, well, he didn't like this kind of shit, but he couldn't see more the poor omega struggling whit that bitch.

"Hey-" the rude alfa stand up and spill his soda in the omega's head, then took him by the collar. Fine enough.

Bakugo stood up as well and gripped the other alfa's arm.

"Hey, ya, that's enough, what's your fucking problem, he is two heads shorter than you" the man let go the omega whit a push, falling in his ass and his poor aching hips. He wanted to cry, that really hurted, he tried to stand up, but his hips wasn't coopering.

"My problem is that a fucking omega throw my food, this is why they should just give us pups and stay in them fucking home whitout trouble u-"

And the alfa was in the floor, whit his bloody nose aching and surprised, and Bakugo was surprised too, the omega was ago one second in the floor and then punching the alfa's face. Bakugo stepped behind the omega, who was trembling, whit his knuckles red and soring, tears in his eyes, but with a sharp sight looking towards the man.

"You know shit about me and omegas, shut your stupid fucking mouth" the omega said whit fire in his eyes, he was wet for the soda, already crying and trembling in his tiny frame, he should look weak and little, but no, Bakugo was seeing that green eyes full of determination, he was seeing a strong human that punched an alfa two fucking heads taller than him and even making that bitch bleed.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE" a man screamed and the omega flinched, suddenly looking small again, Bakugo looked at the man whit a name plate that said below his name "manager", fucking great.

"Mr. Yoshida" the greenet said whit a thread of voice.

"You are the manager? because this bitch threw my food, and punched me in the face, is that the way you treat your clients here? I'm going to demand" the fucker said, the manager looked angry at the smaller man.

"Yeah, you deserved it" Bakugo said.

"What?" The manager asked.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked the stupid alfa.

"Well, I was trying to relax in my fucking break, until that stupid started to scream like a crazy weirdo about a stupid accident, fucker was too close to hurt..."

"Midoriya" said low the omega.

"Yeah, him" Bakugo said "He was really sexist tho"

"But he punched me, I'm going to demand"

"I would like to see a sexist bitch demanding a little omega because broke your nose, let's see what the people say about it" Bakugo said whit a grin.

"Fuck you, fuck all you, I'm not going to return" the alfa step out of the restaurant letting the omega and the beta manager. The manager bowed taking the omega's head to bow like him.

"We are so sorry, your order will be free, sorry for everything" the manager said, poking the omega's ribs.

"I'm so sorry sir" the beta stand up yanking the omega's arm to another room. Another employed cleaned the floor and brought his food. Bakugo wanted to talk whit the little man, he wanted to see that green eyes again, green, his mind was full of green. But the omega never came back. He waited for thirteen minutes, his shift ended ago ten, but he couldn't wait more. He stand up upset and left the restaurant, he could come again another day.

When he was in the parking, a sobs reached his ears, following the sound, he found the omega, he was in the floor, his hair still wet but whit civil clothes instead the red uniform of the restaurant. He was crying whit his hands on his face and his knees in his chest, his shoulders were shivering and his sobs were broken.

Midoriya couldn't lose this job, he couldn't lose any of his works, he needed the money to pay for his child school, the apartment, the food, the gas, the new clothes because the children grow up really fast, he need pay the light, the water, his suppressors and patches, his tampons, the stuff that his child use to the school, he needed his jobs because he was alone, taking care of his only child, he needed so much jobs because they didn't paid him the same than an alfa or beta, and he had to do the double of work, and he was lucky, because in another places they fired him when discovered he had a pup. Without this work, he couldn't pay the rent of the month, he had to stop buying his suppressors and patches, because that were really expensive, and the gas, maybe one month whitout gas they would be fine, but his pup will get a cold and-

"Hey" Midoriya flinched at the low voice and red eyes met his. He tried to stand up, but his hips were in pain, fine, another thing to add.

Bakugo take his arm, helping him to stand up, actually, he just lift him from the floor like he didn't weight anything.

"You good?" Bakugo asked, and immediately felt like a stupid, but the man was afraid that the omega was injured for the fall.

" I-im-" Midoriya was embarrassed, he wasn't okay, anything was okay, but hey, he couldn't say that to the gorgeous alfa before him "I'm okay, thank you for... everything" Midoriya said staring at the floor didn't dare to look at that red eyes" I'm sorry for the troubles and thank you for defend me" the green eyed bowed "I-I gotta go, sorry for the troubles again" god, he wanted to disappear, but before he could run away, a hand grabbed his shoulder stopping him.

"You don't look fine" and there, Katsuki making fool of himself again, the cute omega frowned and wipe his tears whit the sleeve of his sweater.

"Haha, sorry, I'm fine, this is just the way I look, but I'm fine" now was the turn to Katsuki to frown. The omega was cute, yes he was really pale and had bags under his eyes, he looked... tired, but Bakugo bet that if the little man dream a little more, he would look more healthy, because he had beautiful eyes and cute freckles, his lips were puffy and his eyelashes really long, his nose was so fucking cut- "Anyways, thank you for your help" Midoriya walked away trying to don't cry, he was a grown adult whit a child to feed, he needed to find a new job as soon as possible, no time to cry.

"Wait!" Katsuki run after him, he couldn't let a person that is in a mental breakdown alone, what kind of doctor would be? So, he stood up in front of the omega making him flinch in the act, fuck "Sorry for that, but I'm a doctor and I can see how you struggle walking, if you wanna come whit me at the hospital where I work, we can check on you, this could be nothing, but yeah, is better checking out, what do you think?" Midoriya had already an answer. The man looked rich, that means he works in a expensive hospital, and he didn't have the money to pay for something as simple as a little fall, he was fine, he's been always fine, what he needed was found a new job, yeah, and come back to the apartment and wash the clothes, clean the mess in the kitchen and cook the dinner to his pup before pick him up from- "Will be really quick, I got my car and if you don't feel secure we can send your location to a familiar yours-"

"I'm fine, thank you for the concern, but I'm fine, I feel really fine, I'm used to have little pains sometimes, I mean, all of us got one or two, it's really fine" Midoriya said whit a fake smile avoiding the crimson eyes. And Bakugo, well, he was even more worried now, I mean, you don't have to be used to some fucking pains, bullshit, he needed to check on the man, he needed to ask where he felt pain, since when he has been feeling this pains, he needed to ask his diet and his clinic historial, he needed to ask how is he feeling, if he's already eaten, he needed to ask his name, and what is his favorite color and... The hell?

"I don't wanna sound insistent, but a "little pains" could desenvolve big pains" the alfa sighed and took out his wallet giving to the greenete a card "Here, my number and the address of the hospital, if you feel bad or something call me, or go here and say you know me, they gonna attend you, okay?" Midoriya frowned whit tears in his eyes, he felt humilliated, and no for the kind man, but even if this man give him especial treatment, he couldn't afford an hospital, he couldn't even afford a freaking toy to his pup, how could he pay for that?, and he broke one more time. Before the sight of the man, he hided his face on his hands don't wanting to look more miserable.

Bakugo was confused and felt like shit, he felt like he made cry to the man and well, he was a shit comforting people, he was really bad talking about feelings and all that human and social stuff, so, he just stood there, feeling like a stupid without knowing what to do, until the man spoke.

"So-orry" the omega said in a broken sob "I can't pay for an hospital" his voice broke in the las word, Bakugo frown deeper feeling his chest aching "I was fired of this job" the omega kneel down in the parking floor "I don't know how I'm going to do to the rent of this month, anybody want to give me a job unless I accept less than they should pay me, and I can't afford anything whit that stupid salary, I need to feed a pup, and pay his school, and all his needs" the man was letting out all, he felt drowning in his own skin, and for a moment he just let himself be "My stupid back is always in pain, I can't whit my hips, and my stupids varicose are killing me, I have to carry my pup to all places because he is a baby, and I love carring him in my arms, but God, nobody can give me his fucking sit for only five freaking minutes in the bus" at this moment Bakugo was kneel besides the omega in the bench and caressing the omega's trembling back, just listening, and wanting to protect him of the world. Maybe was the distress smell in the air or he was feeling empathy once in his live, but yeah, the people are fucking assholes. Midoriya rised his face seeing at the crimson eyes, and fuck, these beautiful emeralds was full in pain and madness, the omega was mad "Today is the only day that I have- well HAD only one job, and I had time to do the house, but always this shitty alfas are there saying what I'm or what to do, and God, let me alone I didn't pay your opinion, or the old people judging me for being a single mom, or trying to touch my baby saying "look what adorable baby, he could be really cute if you feed him better, he is really slender" sir, I know I need to feed my pup better, but he is already cute and I don't need him hearing your bullshit" and yes, the fire was again in that beautiful eyes "I swear, that if listen someone saying something about my pup, I'm going to tear some throats" the omega sigh, feeling a little better, actually, cursing and complain about his problems felt really good. Looking at his hands, scarred and rough sighed again, because that was just the start of his complaining, but he already lost so much time "Sorry for that" said now embarrassed whit the alfa, because anyone want to listen the problems of an omega, surely the other man had things to do and he was there wasting his time.

"Na, it's fine, the people in this city are assholes and it's not your fault" Bakugo said still caresing the omega's back whitout realizing it, he was busier trying to control his anger, the audacity of the assholes.

The omega wiped his cheeks awkwardly, god, he told all that? Why he had to say all that? Regret stared to grow in his throat in a knot, hiding his face again on his hands.

"Sorry, sir..." Midoriya hesitated.

"Bakugo" the blond answered "And don't apologize curls" the blond looked at the freckled cheeks turned beautifuly red and the green eyes avoided his.

"Mr Bakugo, your hand..." The doctor wide his eyes, his hand was in the freckled cheek, in what moment that happened?, awkwardly stood up offering a hand to the green man who accepted whit his cheeks still red, anyways, he didn't have other choice.

"Listen" the blond said scratching his nape "The consult will be free, fine?" Now Bakugo was the one avoiding the emerald sight "And I remembered that are soliciting cleaning staff in the hospital.." The green eyes wided not expecting that, he knows that the blond was offering help because he felt pity for him, but Midoriya had a baby to feed, he needed a job, and if this handsome alfa before him was offering a solution, he was going to take it, but he was still impacted.

"I-I, that w-ould, I mean-"

"Don't say nothing, if you wanna come, we can check you and got you an interview or something" the alfa stared at the crying omega "What the-"

"Thank you" the omega said relieved wiping his tears "Thank you so much for this opportunity, I'm going to do my best and I owe you so much, if you need something from I'm going to do-"

"Hey, hey, stop there, shit" the alfa stopped his word taking him by the shoulders "It's fine, you don't owe me shit, okay" since where he is this kind? "Just, come whit me, someone will check you and then we're going to get you that job, fine?" the omega nodded agreeing, making the alfa sigh in relief "Fine, my car is here, send your location to someone, the hospital address is in the card send that too, my number is there, send it" the omega nodded taking out his old phone, and he made as he was sending his location, the omega was alone, but the alfa didn't need to know that.

First: Anyways, I have Twitter, so, people that follow me for the idea bout Midoriya without an arm and Deaf Bakugo, I'll post the shit there. I don't know how to use AO3 (sorry), so, until I learn how to use it, I'll post in Twitter.

Second: I'll correct this shit later, I'm tired

[nic-214]

70s Jimercury: Model

Art Credit: Darlingfreddie (Tumblr)

Modern

70s Freddie

70s Jim

70s Roger

70s Brian

Freddie thanks Peter for the ride as he arrives at the morning agency. His camera bag clangs against his jean leg, "I'll pay you for gas after work." Fred tells him.

Peter nods lighting a cigarette, "You better or it will be public transport for you.'' he jokes.

Freddie fakes offence and they laugh, "Catch you at 6 hopefully Diva isn't in today."

"He's the worse." Peter laughs shaking his head recounting the stories Fred told him of Diva Taylor.

Freddie wishes him well and heads to the building. It was a sister location of the old one he had a contract in, the original relocated further away and Fred got transferred here. He made quiet the name for himself throughout his five year career.

He enters the new building he reads the secretary nameplate, "Mary Austin". He sighs and fixes his bag, "Ms. Austin where's, Mr. Hutton's room?"

She gives him a pretty smile showing her perfect teeth, "Mr. Hutton is on the second floor room B-485." she twirls some of her blond hair with her finger she leans in some so her cleavage can be seen, "You're the photographer right?"

Freddie gives her a nod and lifts his camera bag up.

"Maybe you can take some pictures of me after hours." she says flirtatious.

Freddie shakes his head, "Sorry I'm not into blonds. Too messy." he flees up the stairs.

Mary sits there looking confused.

.......

The young man reads over the door plates trying to find the right one. Some days he wished he read through his papers more thoroughly. Finally he finds the room and enters it. The room looked like it could belong on Pinterest by how it is decorated and set up. He assumes it's a female model he'll be working with for today, Freddie shakes his head and gets the camera and lights ready for the model. The Parsi Indian looks at his paper, "Mr. J. Hutton." was all he read before going back to fixing up the lights. He hoped Hutton will be nice to him and not be a a piece of shit. The door clicks open and Freddie turns around to greet him.

Freddie felt his face heat up he gripped the camera in his hands as the young model walks in, the model disrobes leaving him in the nude.

"Mr. H-Hutton?" Freddie stutters out face burning god this felt like the first time taking pictures of nude models.

Jim gives him a smirk, "Mr. Bulsara."

Freddie's mouth felt dry, "You look good." he let his eyes wander down.

Jim was plus side there was no denying that. His soft belly that stuck out a little how his whole body looked so soft and cushiony, "Mr. Bulsara?" Jim was sitting on the moon chair legs slightly spread.

"W-What is this for again?" Freddie asks regretting not reading the papers fully.

"For a adult magazine, love."

Freddie shudders and gets the pictures taken. He didn't want to seem perverted but Jim was like a god in body type, Freddie finishes up the photoshoot, he had to help Jim pose a few times, he was warm feeling but that could be caused by the millons of lights on in this room. Fred hated to say this but Jim looked good when he was glistening.

Freddie watches as Jim puts his robe back on, "Hey.. Bulsara.... You're that one guy." Jim finally realizes.

"One guy what?"

"You did photoshoots for that blond model."

"Which blond model?" Freddie asks.

"Taylor kid. Kinda looks like a girl acts like one too."

"Ah yeah." Freddie rubs the back of his neck how could he forget Diva Taylor?

He made Fred work for his paycheck, made him retake dozens of pictures because "I wasn't ready", "my eyes look too green", "I look too orange, "too much light", "not enough light, "too hot", "too cold", "I wasn't looking", "my lipstick is smudged, "my makeup looks wrong", "my feet look gross", "hide your face I can't look at it", "don't look at me donkey you're too ugly to see me". And the list goes on with him. What should of taken two hours and a quick send off to the editors took five hours and no lunch break. Freddie grimaced recalling the wedding photos he took of Diva Taylor and his astrophysicists husband Brian Taylor, poor guy seemed so nice and had to deal with a stuck up bitch for a husband.

"Bulsara?" Jim snapped Freddie from his thoughts again,

"Hmm?"

"Lunch? You and me, in my dressing room?"

Freddie gulps, "Uh sure. But I was just going to go home and make something. I can't afford any of the food that's in the cafeteria."

Jim shakes his head, "That shouldn't be. You're part of our staff too. You deserve to eat here, come, come. I'm buying."

Freddie looks away as he puts his camera up and follows after Jim like a lost puppy, "Don't you want to dress?"

Jim looks over his shoulder, "I'm in my robe. I'll be fine." he pulls Freddie forward so they're walking side by side which earned them weird looks.

"I'll try and pay you back." Freddie tells him fixing his hair up into a bun.

"Don't," Jim says, "Keep your money. Buy yourself something nice."

Freddie blushes and smiles a little trying to keep his teeth hidden, "Thank you, sir.''

"Call me, Jim."

Why was Jim being so nice to him? He's just some gay immigrant scrapping the bottom of the barrel trying to make good wages and not die in a gutter.

"Call me Freddie then, Jim." Freddie says adjusting his bag strap.

Jim smiles showing his perfect teeth, "There we go."

The two step into the eatery Jim keeps a hand on Freddie's slender wrist like the boy would just run out of there giving the chance.

Jim lets Freddie order first which was just a simple bacon burger with fries, "You want a drink?'' Jim asks.

"I was just going to use the vending machine."

Jim nods and he orders his food as well. He pays for both meals which costed him a total of £87.54, he was lucky the vending machine was close by, Freddie got them both drinks to make up the high lunch bill.

Fred felt something hit the back of his head and whirls around with their drinks. He sees a corn cob laying on the floor and sees Diva Taylor a few feet ahead of him, "Roger?!" Freddie yells, "Did you throw corn at me."

Diva Taylor flips him off, "You bastard! You ruined my career!!" he throws a magazine at him. Freddie catches it and looks at it, "Yeah, you were pregnant during the photoshoot. So you're going to look chubby."

Jim sees Roger's swollen belly cramped into a much too small top and he felt awful for the unborn child, "Look, Taylor. You won't have to worry about Freddie no more. I'm making him my personal photographer." Jim starts to walk away with a stunned looking Freddie and Roger looking pissed off. He's beating on his husband's back screeching at him stomping his foot demanding Brian to buy Freddie for his own use.

Freddie shudders as the doors close behind them, "I feel so bad for him and their unborn child."

Jim nods stealing one of Fred's fries as they walk, "You know you could be a model easily." Jim tells Fred.

Freddie shakes his head, " Jim-"

"You're skinny.... Petite even. Most agencies want that."

"I'm not white." Freddie says sounding upset, "I'm not good enough for those kind of jobs because of my skin."

Jim sets their food and drinks down. He hugs Freddie tight realizing that Freddie is practically smothered in his fat chest, "And with us fatties you get to be smothered."

Freddie laughs grabbing his food, "Thanks, Jim." he clamps a hand over his mouth knowing he just showed his teeth off.

"You're beautiful." Jim says.

Freddie felt his face heat up, ''Really?"

Jim nods sipping on his coke, "I love your teeth you should show them off more."

Freddie felt a grin creeping onto his face, "Jim-"

Jim kisses him gingerly watching as a big smile spreads on Freddie's face showing off them cute teeth, "Absolutely stunning."

Freddie blushes and pulls Jim down onto his lap, "We're dating now right?"

Jim chuckles and kisses his neck, "I would hope so. I don't just throw myself onto anybody."

"Good because I want to do this." Freddie smacks Jim's ass hard and grabs it.

Jim blushes darkly, "You cheeky bastard." he kisses him roughly.

"Let's take this back to my place." Jim says seductively.

Freddie smirks and nods, " Let's go."

Jim dresses in sweats and an old t-shirt

As they got up Freddie sent a quick text to Peter saying he won't be back until late and he'll get a different ride.

Freddie follows after Jim watching as his hips sway, "You're like a god."

Jim blushes at Freddie's blurting, "Well," they were stopped at Jim's car, "If I'm a god that makes you my smoking hot goddess."

Freddie blushes again and kissed him pinning him against the car, "I-I love you, Jimbo. You make me feel pretty."

Jim grins and wraps his arms around Freddie's tiny waist, "You don't even know how much I love you."

The two share another kiss not knowing they're being photographed.