Post by newwwwusername on Mar 29, 2023 9:06:41 GMT
Warnings : Unhealthy relationships, mentions of child neglect
Full title : The Trials & Tribulations of Mr. Cellophane
Requested by : AboveTheFold on AO3
Original request : Autistic Amos or Trans Amos - I don't really have anything specific, I just really like these headcanons of yours and would like to read a fic about them
Chronology : Pre-canon to post-canon
Background relationships : Roxie/unnamed male lovers (minor), Roxie/Fred (minor)
Headcanons : FTM!Amos, Autistic!Amos
When Amos was born, the doctors labeled him as a girl, but he always felt that was incorrect. Thankfully, because his parents never paid attention to him anyways, he was able to express that in his younger years fairly easily, introducing himself to his classmates as Amos (it was a lovely name, he thought) and dressing up like a boy. He'd even white out his name on the attendance forms and write it as Amos so his teachers would call him as such.
When his parents were asked about it, they shrugged and said that it must've been written incorrectly in the system and he'd simply fixed it. It's not like they remembered whatever name they'd given him anyway.
That wasn't to say his childhood had been easy by any means- Even putting aside the neglect he endured from his parents and the whole crossdresser thing, he'd always been different from his peers. He always seemed to take in information slower. Got more focused and fixated on things that other students shrugged off. Got overwhelmed way more easily than the others. This led to poor performance academically, hence his eventually dropping out and becoming a mechanic.
He'd always been particularly fixated on cars, so it seemed like a good fit. He didn't need to be a high school graduate to fix cars, just a basic knowledge of how the trade worked, which he was fully versed in. He'd never had many friends in school so he devoted all his time to studying his interest. Besides, no one would ever question his validity as a man if he was fixing cars. And it didn't matter to customers if he wasn't the smartest in other aspects- What did they care if he failed math class?
It was while he was a mechanic that he met Roxie. She'd come in with some hot shot that saw her as nothing more than a piece of ass. He'd needed his car tuned up, so he left her there with the car as he went out to the local bar to get shitfaced until it was ready. Amos found the redhead insanely pretty, but he didn't want to interfere in her apparent relationship with the man, so he didn't initiate anything.
"You're awfully handsome" Roxie told him as he worked on the car. He looked over at her and simply smiled.
"Why thank you" he nodded before respectfully turning his attention back to his work, but she wasn't done with him. She reached over and grabbed his collar, forcing his attention back to her. She bit her lip as she got a good look at him. He swallowed nervously. "Can I help you?"
"That guy I was with" she started. "He's nothin' worth my time no more. You, sir..." she smiled and stroked his face. Amos nervously looked at the other mechanic in the garage with him, but he was busy with something else and didn't notice the situation he was currently in. "You seem like a nice guy. How about, once his car is done, you take me home with you, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to get in between you two, even if it's one-sided" he told her.
"Aren't I pretty?"
"Very, but-"
"I'll break up with him when he gets back" she promised and, true to her word, she did. He scoffed in annoyance but frankly didn't seem too bothered by the loss as he drove away. She simply waited in the garage, watching Amos finish off a few more things on a different car before he clocked out and walked to her apartment.
"I never caught your name" he realized, rather ashamed of himself because he wasn't the type to just sleep around with women, especially without knowing their name first. She chuckled at his sincerity- God, he was so much nicer than all the other men she'd been with over the years.
"Roxanne" she told him. "But, you can call me Roxie" she added before sliding her hand down the outside of his pants to where his bulge was (unknowing it was just a folded-up pair of socks). "And what should I call you?"
"Amos. My name is Amos" he said with a nervous chuckle as he removed her hand. She frowned. "I have a better idea than... That" he gestured between her and his bulge. She raised an eyebrow and sat down on her bed, slowly undressing herself.
"I'm listening" she said.
"Have you ever, um..." he swallowed thickly. "What if I did the work here instead?" he asked. "Y'know, like, made you feel good instead of me"
"Gee" she said. "No guy's ever offered that before" she chuckled. "You're sure?"
"Absolutely" Amos nodded earnestly, partially because he truly valued her pleasure over his own but also because he wanted to get to know her at least a little better before he risked letting her know the truth about the bulge. "If you're okay with that" he added, both to remind her that she had a choice in the matter (the last thing he wanted to do was force himself upon her) and to refocus his mind.
Her pants were already off.
They'd only been able to get married because Amos forged a fake birth certificate that listed him as male. The person who officiated the wedding didn't question it and allowed the two to go forth with their nuptials.
Roxie accepted him- That part of him, at least. She didn't care what he had in his pants, at the end of the day. After all, he was the one pleasuring her most of the time anyways (he wasn't particularly good at it, but she appreciated the sentiment, at least at first). It didn't make much of a difference aside from that, because she'd never seen him as anything other than a man.
After they'd gotten married, though, she began to feel trapped with him.
It was by no fault of his own, of course. He never limited what she could go out and do and he never wanted to. She was her own person and he'd hate himself if he ever stepped on that. But, she was beginning to realize that she didn't truly love him, no. She found his quirks annoying, his meltdowns (for however rare they were) grating, and lord, she wanted to have sex from someone who knew what they were doing (bless the man for trying).
That's what eventually led her to her string of cheating and then Fred Casely, but that's a story for another time.
Sometime after the trial, Amos ran into Billy at the bar. Despite his mixed feelings about the lawyer, he found himself striking up a conversation and later going home with the man.
They were both a bit buzzed, so when Amos got undressed upon Billy's command without thinking about it, he suddenly found himself exposed to the other man in a way he'd never planned. He broke down and confessed to Billy about how he'd always forged his documents- Something that wouldn't have been smart to say to any other lawyer, but this was Billy Flynn and Billy Flynn didn't give a shit about if people actually broke the law or not.
He also found himself ranting about how awful Roxie had been to him. He admitted that he always knew that the alleged kid couldn't have been his (because, well, it literally couldn't. He didn't have the equipment) but how he wouldn't have cared if he had gotten to father the kid anyways. He told him how broken he'd been when he found out the kid wasn't even real.
He rambled about how he always felt like he'd had to walk on eggshells with her, knowing that displaying his quirks too much would just lead to her leaving him alone for the night. About how he'd hide so many of his meltdowns, knowing that Roxie's response at best would be fake caring and, on worse days when she'd had a few too many drinks, would be screaming at him for being so childish.
Billy kissed him and told him he didn't care about any of his quirks or the fact that his body wasn't what he'd expected and for the first time in his entire life, Amos knew what love was.
And he returned it wholeheartedly.
Full title : The Trials & Tribulations of Mr. Cellophane
Requested by : AboveTheFold on AO3
Original request : Autistic Amos or Trans Amos - I don't really have anything specific, I just really like these headcanons of yours and would like to read a fic about them
Chronology : Pre-canon to post-canon
Background relationships : Roxie/unnamed male lovers (minor), Roxie/Fred (minor)
Headcanons : FTM!Amos, Autistic!Amos
When Amos was born, the doctors labeled him as a girl, but he always felt that was incorrect. Thankfully, because his parents never paid attention to him anyways, he was able to express that in his younger years fairly easily, introducing himself to his classmates as Amos (it was a lovely name, he thought) and dressing up like a boy. He'd even white out his name on the attendance forms and write it as Amos so his teachers would call him as such.
When his parents were asked about it, they shrugged and said that it must've been written incorrectly in the system and he'd simply fixed it. It's not like they remembered whatever name they'd given him anyway.
That wasn't to say his childhood had been easy by any means- Even putting aside the neglect he endured from his parents and the whole crossdresser thing, he'd always been different from his peers. He always seemed to take in information slower. Got more focused and fixated on things that other students shrugged off. Got overwhelmed way more easily than the others. This led to poor performance academically, hence his eventually dropping out and becoming a mechanic.
He'd always been particularly fixated on cars, so it seemed like a good fit. He didn't need to be a high school graduate to fix cars, just a basic knowledge of how the trade worked, which he was fully versed in. He'd never had many friends in school so he devoted all his time to studying his interest. Besides, no one would ever question his validity as a man if he was fixing cars. And it didn't matter to customers if he wasn't the smartest in other aspects- What did they care if he failed math class?
It was while he was a mechanic that he met Roxie. She'd come in with some hot shot that saw her as nothing more than a piece of ass. He'd needed his car tuned up, so he left her there with the car as he went out to the local bar to get shitfaced until it was ready. Amos found the redhead insanely pretty, but he didn't want to interfere in her apparent relationship with the man, so he didn't initiate anything.
"You're awfully handsome" Roxie told him as he worked on the car. He looked over at her and simply smiled.
"Why thank you" he nodded before respectfully turning his attention back to his work, but she wasn't done with him. She reached over and grabbed his collar, forcing his attention back to her. She bit her lip as she got a good look at him. He swallowed nervously. "Can I help you?"
"That guy I was with" she started. "He's nothin' worth my time no more. You, sir..." she smiled and stroked his face. Amos nervously looked at the other mechanic in the garage with him, but he was busy with something else and didn't notice the situation he was currently in. "You seem like a nice guy. How about, once his car is done, you take me home with you, huh?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to get in between you two, even if it's one-sided" he told her.
"Aren't I pretty?"
"Very, but-"
"I'll break up with him when he gets back" she promised and, true to her word, she did. He scoffed in annoyance but frankly didn't seem too bothered by the loss as he drove away. She simply waited in the garage, watching Amos finish off a few more things on a different car before he clocked out and walked to her apartment.
"I never caught your name" he realized, rather ashamed of himself because he wasn't the type to just sleep around with women, especially without knowing their name first. She chuckled at his sincerity- God, he was so much nicer than all the other men she'd been with over the years.
"Roxanne" she told him. "But, you can call me Roxie" she added before sliding her hand down the outside of his pants to where his bulge was (unknowing it was just a folded-up pair of socks). "And what should I call you?"
"Amos. My name is Amos" he said with a nervous chuckle as he removed her hand. She frowned. "I have a better idea than... That" he gestured between her and his bulge. She raised an eyebrow and sat down on her bed, slowly undressing herself.
"I'm listening" she said.
"Have you ever, um..." he swallowed thickly. "What if I did the work here instead?" he asked. "Y'know, like, made you feel good instead of me"
"Gee" she said. "No guy's ever offered that before" she chuckled. "You're sure?"
"Absolutely" Amos nodded earnestly, partially because he truly valued her pleasure over his own but also because he wanted to get to know her at least a little better before he risked letting her know the truth about the bulge. "If you're okay with that" he added, both to remind her that she had a choice in the matter (the last thing he wanted to do was force himself upon her) and to refocus his mind.
Her pants were already off.
They'd only been able to get married because Amos forged a fake birth certificate that listed him as male. The person who officiated the wedding didn't question it and allowed the two to go forth with their nuptials.
Roxie accepted him- That part of him, at least. She didn't care what he had in his pants, at the end of the day. After all, he was the one pleasuring her most of the time anyways (he wasn't particularly good at it, but she appreciated the sentiment, at least at first). It didn't make much of a difference aside from that, because she'd never seen him as anything other than a man.
After they'd gotten married, though, she began to feel trapped with him.
It was by no fault of his own, of course. He never limited what she could go out and do and he never wanted to. She was her own person and he'd hate himself if he ever stepped on that. But, she was beginning to realize that she didn't truly love him, no. She found his quirks annoying, his meltdowns (for however rare they were) grating, and lord, she wanted to have sex from someone who knew what they were doing (bless the man for trying).
That's what eventually led her to her string of cheating and then Fred Casely, but that's a story for another time.
Sometime after the trial, Amos ran into Billy at the bar. Despite his mixed feelings about the lawyer, he found himself striking up a conversation and later going home with the man.
They were both a bit buzzed, so when Amos got undressed upon Billy's command without thinking about it, he suddenly found himself exposed to the other man in a way he'd never planned. He broke down and confessed to Billy about how he'd always forged his documents- Something that wouldn't have been smart to say to any other lawyer, but this was Billy Flynn and Billy Flynn didn't give a shit about if people actually broke the law or not.
He also found himself ranting about how awful Roxie had been to him. He admitted that he always knew that the alleged kid couldn't have been his (because, well, it literally couldn't. He didn't have the equipment) but how he wouldn't have cared if he had gotten to father the kid anyways. He told him how broken he'd been when he found out the kid wasn't even real.
He rambled about how he always felt like he'd had to walk on eggshells with her, knowing that displaying his quirks too much would just lead to her leaving him alone for the night. About how he'd hide so many of his meltdowns, knowing that Roxie's response at best would be fake caring and, on worse days when she'd had a few too many drinks, would be screaming at him for being so childish.
Billy kissed him and told him he didn't care about any of his quirks or the fact that his body wasn't what he'd expected and for the first time in his entire life, Amos knew what love was.
And he returned it wholeheartedly.