#FTAGH

[boilyerheid]

Free to a Good Home ch 24

Tom hopes he's managed to get away without a shovel talk following Fitzjames's inconvenient intrusion into their evening out, and unfortunately he's correct.

Instead he has to deal with something far worse from his crotchety and highly overprotective boss: fatherly concern. It's not something he's ever had a reason to prepare for before.

He sidles into the office on a dreary Wednesday and pretends he's looking for something on the bookshelf, in a way which might appear subtle to anyone else, and Tom's immediately on alert. He's been finalising the man's schedule for the next month all morning, and tries to maintain his concentration as he checks the draft deadline dates with the editor for an unnecessary third time. If Crozier's skulking about like an unsubtle ginger tomcat in his own home, then he must be up to- 

"So, Thomas." Crozier's tone is self-consciously casual, and his glasses are perched precariously at the end of his nose as he peers at a battered copy of The Big Sleep. When Tom glances at him out of the corner of his eye, the book is upside down. "How are things?"

Shit. 

CHAPTER 24: SAFE

#the terror #the terror fic #joplittle #francis crozier #thomas jopson #edward little #fitzier #FTAGH #PENULTIMATE CHAPTER YEAH BOI

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my special autism gift is getting way too obsessed with podcasts where the hosts are losing their sanity more and more with every passing episode

#twioat #ftagh #budpod #autism

[ao3-giggles96]

Chapters: 7/12 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Erica Reyes, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Vernon Boyd Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Forced infantilism, non-con, Dark, Fluff and Angst, Infantilism, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Diapers, Pacifiers, Kidnapped Stiles, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Creeper Derek Hale, Forced Ageplay, Hurt/Comfort, Drugging, I do not condone this Summary:

He saw him. He took him. It’s so much more complicated than that.

#FTAGH #update #fanfic #teen wolf

[phoenixflames12]

Am I writing up my Dissertation deliverables whilst internally crying over @boilyerheid’s FTAGH characterisation of teenage Dundy as a dark horse, aro-ace sweetheart who just wants the best for his friends, but can’t be bothered with all that romantic stuff and just wants a good set of platonic boys? Yes, yes I am.

#phoenix prattle #the terror #modern au #henry le vesconte

[bittersweetbonbon]

do you think one of hp lovecraft’s monsters would laugh at a meme

#h.p. lovecraft #hp lovecraft #meme #ftagh

[boilyerheid]

Keep Yourself Warm ch11

"But you've always been normal," his mum says, visibly tearing up. "What did we do wrong?"

Sol Tozer is barely Sol and things are already sliding off the rails.

CHAPTER 11

#the terror fic #solomon tozer #john irving #edward little #trans sol tozer #FTAGH #the terror

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the most recent episode of Free to a Good Home is the best thing that has ever happened. chaos levels through the roof. no idea what’s happening. good for them

#podcasts #ftagh

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that classic relatable moment when you forget how to brush your teeth

#????? are these people okay #ftagh

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what’s your favourite insult? mine’s “fuck off you yowie-loving cunt”

#ftagh

[boilyerheid]

hello just dropping in to day I think FTAGH and the whole strays verse is the best thing I've ever read and think you are incredibly talented <3

aw thank you so much! final chapter is coming soon... as is the four weddings and a funeral sequel

#my asks #terror fic #my shit

[boilyerheid]

Free To A Good Home: ch23

"Ow!" Ed clutches his ear where Sol's just given him an almighty clip round it, reaching over the bar during the thankfully quiet build up to the Friday evening rush at Erebus. "I said I didn't ask him!"

"You thinking about it is bad enough!" Sol shakes his head. "How the fuck d'you think that would've gone for you, eh? He's waiting for the rug to be pulled as it is."

"I just thought… well, wouldn't that prove I wanted it to be permanent?" He rolls his sweating pint glass between his palms, awkwardly almost tipping it over for a second and cringing a little when Sol rolls his eyes at the fumble. "He wants stability, I want to give him stability."

"You introduce him to your shite family and he freaks out, and your response is to ask him to marry into it?" Well, yeah, it does sound bad if you say it like that. "Think it through, soft lad."

CHAPTER 23: REHOMING

#FTAGH #the terror #joplittle #solving #thomas jopson #edward little #solomon tozer #john irving #james fitzjames

[boilyerheid]

Free to a Good Home ch22

"Look, I'm sorry I got defensive before, when you said I didn't understand," Ed starts quietly, and Tom has to blink hard and force himself to focus. He doesn't think they've been sitting here long, he'd be a lot colder given that he's not been eating properly lately. "I had it in my head that it was just about money, not… everything else."

"It's quite a bit about money," his tongue feels weirdly too big for his mouth, and he blinks probably too obviously again as he makes himself picture physically moving back behind his eyes. Another one of those stupid therapy techniques that mostly works, much as he hates to admit it.  

In an effort to ground himself, Tom takes the first sip of coffee he can actually taste and fuck, he forgot to grab sugar packets, he always does when he's stressed. But then Ed's right there pressing a handful into his palm like he knew his boyfriend would forget and be sad about it, and that's just okay because he's handled it without being asked, and Tom suddenly wants to cry.

Has he seriously got to a point in life where he's nearly thirty years old and he's almost in tears because he can finally trust someone to remember that he takes sugar in his coffee? That feeling from Ed's childhood garden washes over him again, that deep, bitter sadness for the boy he never got to be, and his hands are shaking so badly he spills the first fiddly little packet he tries to open. Granules scatter all over his jeans, and he must make a sound because he fucking hates mess and he hates waste and-

Ed takes the coffee and sugar and does it for him without a word, stirs it and puts the lid back on too. Tom lets him and doesn't feel like a useless piece of shit for it, isn't that the damndest thing?

[ch22: in which Ed and Tom have a much needed chat.]

#the terror #the terror fic #joplittle #edward little #thomas jopson #FTAGH #it's a big one lads

[boilyerheid]

fic: Make The Yuletide Gay

Five shitty Christmases the Strays verse boys had, and one they all enjoyed together.

[happy holidays folks]

MAKE THE YULETIDE GAY

#the terror fic #the terror amc #joplittle #fitzier #solving #modern AU #FTAGH #KYW #MY BOYS MY BEAUTIFUL BOYS #happy christmas lads

[boilyerheid]

no worries if you are not taking any prompts atm (hope your hand gets better!) but if you ever fancied writing some supportive dad crozier & his son tom in ftagh I would love you forever ❤❤❤

Tom's hands won't stop bloody shaking.

He's been so intent on making sure everything's perfect, getting the day organised and ensuring things are ship-shape, that he's been too busy to get nervous until the final hour. Now he's standing in front of a mirror, wearing the most expensive suit he's ever owned, and he can't tie his bloody tie with how hard he's trembling.

God knows where David's got to, not that his feckless little brother knows how to correctly knot a tie, but he could use a bit of support here. Just when Tom almost ruins his hair by running an anxious hand through it while debating whether or not to call David, though, a knock comes at the door.

"I've just walked past your bother with his tongue halfway down a young lady's throat," Crozier announces without ceremony, stepping into the hotel room and shutting the door quietly behind him. Something loosens in Tom's chest to see the closest thing he's got to a dad arrive, cavalry appearing just when it's most needed. "The trouble with having younger brothers for best men is that they're not terribly reliable with the best man part of the day."

"Bloody Davey," Tom mutters, giving up on the tie in frustration and shaking his hands out to try and eliminate some of the nerves. Crozier crosses the room and takes the dark blue silk from Tom without a word, looping it around his own neck so he can tie it properly. "I suppose you managed to avoid having such a useless best man on your big day."

"It wasn't really a big day for us. We didn't know how long it would be legal for, so we ducked down to the registry office as quickly as possible," he finishes the knot, dexterous in spite of the arthritis that swells his knuckles these days, and carefully puts the tie around Tom's neck. "Blanky was hardly more reliable than your David, although he did agree to comb his hair for the occasion. He didn't, in the end, but he did agree to."

Tom laughs at that, a half-breathless, nervous little huff, and Crozier quirks a smile as he gently tidies Tom up. They've been in this position countless times reversed - Tom straightening a tie and brushing fluff off a shoulder, adjusting a pocket square before an interview or photo shoot - but never this way around. Something about it makes Tom feel almost teary, like he's getting to have something rare and precious that he was meant to be denied.

"Now, then. You're sure you want to marry this boy?" Crozier puts a hand on his shoulder, twinkle in his eye saying he's only half-joking, that he'd find a way to spirit Tom out of here in an instant if he got cold feet. It settles Tom's churning stomach, and makes it the easiest thing in the world to nod. "Good. Now I'm going to be awfully condescending, considering the fact I'm quite sure you know more than me about almost everything, and tell you what I wish someone had told me on my wedding day."

"Please," Tom's voice isn't any steadier than his hands were, but he feels less like he's going to shake himself to atoms with Crozier's hand on his shoulder. "I could use some fatherly advice."

He realises what he's said only after it comes out of his mouth, but there's a shine to Crozier's gaze that confirms they're on the same page here. It makes Tom feel like sobbing, but in a good way - as though the cracked and fractured pieces of his life are finally coming together into something whole.

"Just love each other, that's the most important thing. Everything else can be worked on, decisions can be made and fights can be fought, but you've got to love each other before it all. Never forget that you're a team, son, and your most important role is to be on each others' side." He squeezes Tom's shoulder and looks away, voice a little rough with emotion. Good to know it's mutual. "And piss before the ceremony, Jopson. Trust me."

Tom laughs properly then, and chucks self-control out of the window for once in his life to throw his arms around Crozier in a hug. The elder man clings back just as hard, squeezing Tom tightly in the way he'd always secretly hoped a dad's hug would feel. Hopefully the shoulder of his boss's jacket will dry before the ceremony.

#the terror fic #thomas jopson #francis crozier #fitzier #joplittle #FTAGH #supportive dad frankie I love him

[boilyerheid]

Keep Yourself Warm ch8

Sol takes in the lay of the land in Ed's flat quickly - curtains shut, trash all over the place, the stench of dog piss under it all as a new addition to his mate's depression soup - and feels a sharp stab of relief at what he doesn't see. No broken glass, no blood, nothing smashed up in the immediate vicinity. He's been behaving himself then, it's been a paralysing bad time rather than a getting angry with himself one. It's not better either way, but it's easier to get Ed out the other side if he's not actively fighting help every step of the way.

The lad's got himself into a right state, has slid down the wall next to the front door and crumpled into his boyfriend's arms where he's hiccuping with proper sobs he can't hold in. Collins headbutts Sol's hand and he gives the poor animal a good scrub around the ears before focusing on the situation proper, establishing quickly that the usual has happened: Ed's gone off his meds and fallen into a hole about it. 

It's not reassuring that it's happened again (he's tried so many ways to keep Ed on the straight and narrow - pill organisers, reminders, alarms - but short of physically turning up every time his mate needs to take a pill, Sol's on the back foot and always playing catch-up with it) but it's at least familiar. It's something they've dealt with, something he can deal with again now.

[Chapter 8]

#the terror fic #edward little #solomon tozer #tom jopson #john irving #modern au #FTAGH #KYW

[boilyerheid]

Free to a Good Home ch21

"I just… I need our foundations to be solid, and I don't feel steady in them right now. I don't know how this is supposed to work now I know we're really not…"

"Not what?" Ed frowns, and from the way Tom looks at him with a weary, slow blink, he knows he's not going to like whatever comes next.

"Equals."

"What d'you mean we're not equals?" He slides his hand down to rest on Tom's chest, where he's pretty sure a heart beats in time with and on the same level as his own. This can't be about money, surely? "I know my family is… I know we grew up very differently, but we're on a level now. Aren't we?"

Tom smiles slightly, the smallest curl of the corner of his mouth, more heartbreak than humour in it.

"We're barely the same species," there's something so straightforward about the way he says it that Ed's stomach lurches like he's on the edge of a massive anxiety surge, like he's just been subjected to a jump scare and the resulting adrenaline has nowhere to go. "The only reason we speak the same language is because I can make myself look like one of you."

[ORIGIN]

#the terror fic #joplittle #FTAGH #edward little #thomas jopson #modern au #it's very long lads sorry