#henry the toy engine

[oldirontender]

decided to illustrate what hyper-empathy for an inanimate object shaped like my favorite character looks like

#my art #I GUESS. #he likes to watch me play the sims and read hot sauce pockets #those r his favorite activities #ttte henry #henry the toy engine

[gundamcalibarney]

henry voice buy my merch 😏

#daryl draws #ttte #thomas the tank engine #golden whistle au #ttte henry #i just really felt like drawing a smug ass looking henry #well he didnt get the tenders but he Did get toys! #im sorry for his near fluorescent green vest i just did Not want mini henry to blend into his clothes #new humanisation design (family guy deathposes) #SOMEONE SAID HE HAD THE GRINCH SMILE AND I AGAGAUSYAGSHAUAHAHSU

[klein-sodor-bahn]

What I imagine irl Charlie would do when I place my Henry toy on her running board.

And I actually did that once lol

#ttte #ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte oc #charlie the onyx engine #akagi’s ocs #henry the green engine #ttte henry #ttte gijinka #ttte wooden railway #Just look at how adorable she looks. #thomas and friends #The toy is so tiny 🥺 #doodles

[ironirma103]

Henry from Thomas the tank engine

#model trains #toys #henry #henry the green engine #railway series #Stanier 5MT

[anonymousboxcar]

TTTE/RWS Headcanons: Tabitha

Tabitha is a cat who appears in a TTTE annual story called “Gordon’s Stowaway.” I just really like playing around with the idea of a railway cat who adores Gordon (and whom Gordon adores in return, lol)!

—————————— -Within Tabitha’s first week in Tidmouth Sheds, a workbench became swamped with cat toys brought in by cleaners and engine crews. Yarn, felt mice, battery-powered doodads — you name it!

-This is partly because of Tabitha’s inherent cuteness. It’s also because NWR employees discovered bringing a new toy was the fastest way to curry favor with Gordon.

-Gordon insists on inspecting every new toy, ensuring it’s “suitable” for her. Nine times out of ten, he accepts this latest tribute with the loftiness of a medieval lord.

(-The one time out of ten is anything with catnip. Gordon still hasn’t recovered from what he calls The Incident.)

-But Tabitha’s favorite toy is a simple feather. The engines take turns having someone lay it across their funnels. Then, they let off steam. The feather goes flying and she jumps after it.

-Tabitha doesn’t share Gordon’s musical tastes. The first time they put on his tape of The Magic Flute, she hid under his buffers for an hour. Still feeling guilty, Gordon now refrains from playing his opera tapes whenever she’s there.

-The others sometimes exploit this, coaxing her into the sheds so they don’t have to listen to the “Night Aria” for the hundredth time.

-She seems indifferent to the other engines’ preferences, as long as it’s at a reasonable volume. With James’ jazz CDs, however, she curls up on her cushion and goes straight to sleep. James and Gordon still bicker over whether she’s comfortable or bored by his music.

-If one of them is in a bad headspace, she’ll sit with them on their running board and purr. Nobody knows how she knows, but it’s clear she has a sixth sense for it. And she always makes them feel better.

-Tabitha has her own YouTube channel! Run by a cleaner at the sheds, it mostly consists of short clips: chasing birds, slow-blinking at the person behind the camera, playing with string, etc.

-For a short while, none of her viewers knew she was the NWR’s cat. That changed with a video of her running to Gordon as he came back to the sheds, meowing at him.

-(Not only did the video go viral, but the moment Gordon’s face lit up upon seeing her became the most viewed part of the video.)

-Tabitha’s Internet fame has since been used to spearhead various causes: fundraising for other heritage railways, railway safety campaigns, and so on.

-Thomas also has a tongue-in-cheek, one-sided rivalry with Tabitha over who should be the mascot of the NWR. It’s mostly something he plays up to amuse visiting children or to spur on fundraising. (The others make sure he doesn’t get too into it, though.)

-When there’s no mice to chase out of the sheds, Tabitha joins Gordon on his morning trains. A porter brings along her cushion, from which she watches the scenery go by. The coaches adore her and scold any passengers who disturb her.

-The first time Gordon had to go to the works after Tabitha settled in, he figured she would be fine at Tidmouth in his absence. The others would care for her.

-And they did. So much so, in fact, that they caved to her mournful meowing and pacing in Gordon’s empty berth. Gordon couldn’t be upset after Henry explained this to him, Tabitha jumping into his cab.

-Tabitha’s clinginess is her one bad habit. Since she can’t always be at the works with Gordon, everyone does their best to keep her occupied and happy. Even the Fat Controller will slip her a treat.

#ttte #rws #the railway series #ttte headcanon #rws headcanons #my headcanons #ttte tabitha #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte thomas #ttte henry #ttte sir topham hatt #the feather thing might be unrealistic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #please let me have trains playing with a cat lol

[sillyrabbit81]

Even If You Don't Mean It - Part Four

Summary: Sy takes you out for the day and you find out what you really mean to him.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

Smut including oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, dirty talking, implied masturbation (m and f), showering together, slight praise kink, anal play (f receiving), mentions of PTSD, descriptions of PTSD, mentions of war, angst, fluff.

Part Four Warnings:

Smut including fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving & discussion of male receiving), anal play (f receiving), p in v sex, playful biting, mild choking, intimate touching, showering together, dirty talk including discussions of masturbation and sex toys, discussion of somnophilia, praise kink, angst, fluff.

Authors Note:

This is the final part to the story. Thank you to everyone who has been supportive of the story, your comments and reblogs have meant so much to me and have been really encouraging.

Thanks once again to my wonderful friends and beta readers @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed . Your constant support and friendship means the world to me.

A massive thank you to @radiantheartbeat for editing you have truely lifted my writing and inspired me to be better. It has meant the world to me and I have enjoyed getting to know you through the process as well. Everyone, if you want some more great Henry content, please check out her blog here . You won’t be disappointed.

Dividers made by me.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part 3

The bed dips and you open your sleep-hazed eyes to see Sy climbing into bed. It’s still more dark than light within the room, but you can hear the birds outside and know it must be near dawn.

“Sy? What time is it?” you mumble as he reaches for you.

“Roll over,” he murmurs back. You can smell coffee on his breath and wonder how long he’s been up. “Still early,” he adds, “go back to sleep, Sugar.”

You look at him a moment, clearly seeing his face in the slowly building light. His eyes are bright without any sign of sleepiness; he must have been awake for some time.

“Roll over,” he repeats and a grin crosses his lips, “I like bein’ the big spoon.”

“Okay,” you oblige, rolling your eyes playfully, but truthfully, you like it too.

He held you like that when you went to bed last night, his arm rested under your pillow, the other cradled you firmly against him while he cupped your breast in his hand. The sound of his long, steady breaths in your ear had been better than any lullaby you had ever heard, and you had fallen asleep almost instantly. 

He holds you now that same way, keeping his whole body flush with yours; even his legs follow the same angle. The only difference now is that his arm is around your waist and his fingers are tucked between your body and the mattress. He’s effectively trapped you, which you don’t mind one bit.

“Did you sleep okay?” you ask.

Sy hums softly, he’s so close to you that the rumble in his throat reminds you of a jet engine, “Better than I have been.”

“How long have you been up?”

After a brief hesitation he admits, “A couple of hours.” 

You slip your fingers between his and the mattress as you wriggle into him, the warmth of his chest feeling cozy. “I’m glad you stayed.”

“Me too,” he says as he kisses your shoulder, “now, go back to sleep, baby.”

“I can’t, I’m awake now.”

Sy hums again. This time the sound seems to come from a deeper place and he kisses the back of your neck, just below your hairline. You sigh as his hand goes to your breast, cupping it tenderly and letting his thumb slide over your nipple. His lips follow your spine before moving across your shoulder, his hands dancing over you; his fingertips brushing your skin as gently as butterfly wings. His lips are just as soft and his whiskers are like feathers on your back.

“Sy…” you moan wistfully. 

“Shh,” he murmurs, “go back to sleep.”

You close your eyes and try to sleep but Sy won't stop touching you. You suppose he’s trying to be sweet by stroking, petting, and kissing you, but his caress is like a blowtorch, searing through your skin and delving deep into your bones. You don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose; his touch is so gentle, tender and soothing, yet it feels so seductive, sensual and full of desire. He wants you again, you know this instinctively despite his urgings for you to sleep. His hands move lower, gliding agonisingly slow over the curve of your ass. Rolling onto your stomach and nuzzling into his warmth, you widen your legs in a silent invitation. Blood rushes through your veins and your core feels maddeningly empty, sleep is the last thing you want to do right now.

“Noah…” you sigh, turning your head to kiss his chest, brushing your lips across his hard pectorals. 

His warm layer of fur tickles your nose but you like the feeling and the smell of fresh soap on his skin. Your tongue flicks teasingly over his nipple and he groans while pressing his cock into your side. He’s hard, just like you suspected, and you hide your smile of triumph. His fingers move across your back and his nails graze over your spine from nape to buttocks. You shiver with pleasure and Sy makes a noise deep in his throat as he kisses your shoulder. His hand moves over your ass again, sliding lower and lower down your leg, until he switches direction to scratch softly up the inside of your thigh. 

“Touch me, Noah,” you beg unashamedly.

At your words, he releases an approving vocal rumble that echoes in his chest as he raises his fingers to your lips, “Get ‘em wet for me, baby.”

You take him in your mouth, looking into his eyes as you do. His eyes are firmly fixed on your lips, and you recognise the carnal appetite in his gaze. You feel a jolt in your chest and you moan as your own aching hunger becomes increasingly unbearable.

“Good girl,” he says softly, “you're so good to me, baby.”

You whine, pleading pathetically around his fingers, lifting your ass higher until you're almost on your knees. He removes his dripping fingers from your mouth and you bite your lip, he growls in response and plants his lips on yours. His spit lubricated fingers part your slit, and you gasp into his kiss as he opens you to find your rapidly dampening core.

“Fuck,” he drawls into your mouth, the curse elongating with his long exhale.

Sy’s demeanour changes like the wind and his chest presses firmly onto your back, using his weight to flatten you into the mattress. His arm snakes between your shoulders and the mattress, his knees pushing your legs further apart as he settles between them.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he growls into your ear, dipping another finger into you, and you moan as he turns them inside you.

“I don’t want you to be,” you say as you twist your head to capture his bottom lip between your teeth and suck provocatively on his soft flesh. 

His fingers withdraw as he springs to his knees, grabbing your hips, tilting them and nudging your thighs still further apart. His breathing is hard, each one reverberating in his throat and whistling through his nose. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass and he spreads you wide with a soft curse. You bury your head into the mattress, knowing how on display you are for him and the rush of desire you feel becomes intermingled with self consciousness. 

“Jesus,” he groans, “you look so fuckin’ gorgeous…” He runs his hand over your slit, spreading your slick all over, “Un-fucking-believable!” His touch is confident and firm, your whole body buzzing as his rough, calloused skin rubs against you.

“Sy…”

You feel his whiskers on your ass cheek, and his teeth sink playfully into your flesh. You jump with a yelp and giggle, shocked that he bit you, but you can practically feel your wetness seeping from your core. 

“Shit, Sugar—you’re so fuckin’ ready for me. ”

“Noah, please…” 

His fist hits the mattress to support his weight as he leans over you and growls in your ear, “Tell me what ya want, baby,” he slides his cock over you, teasing you, “tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

Oh shit. 

“I… I don’t know,” you stammer. Who asks these things?

“Yeah you do, baby, you told me yesterday,” Sy says eagerly, “tell me again.”

What did you say yesterday? Right now you can barely remember your name.

“What? I— I don’t remember,” you ask stupidly.

“You want me gentle at first,” he prompts, “then…”

Oh fuck. 

“Harder, rougher…” you mumble into the pillows.

“That’s my girl,” Sy says proudly. He pushes inside you with a low groan, and you lift your hips up to meet him with a short cry. “Fuck,” he breathes into your ear with a drawn out exhale, “I wanted this all night— needed to be inside you again. It took everythin’ I had not to touch ya while you slept.”

“You should have,” you say in desperation, “touch me while I’m asleep, touch me whenever you want, Noah.”

He moves his legs to the outside of yours and you press your thighs together instinctively. God, you can feel how snuggly you’re gripping him and how completely he fills you. 

“Holy shit, baby…” he slowly drags his cock out of your core, then grunts before filling you again, “I wanna wake ya up with my mouth on your cunt…” he pulls back at a painstaking pace making you whine and cry out as he brutishly buries himself deep within you, “or fill you with my cock, just like this.”

His chest presses into your back as he snakes his arm around your neck; his thick bulging muscles squeeze your cheek and you nuzzle into it. His beard scratches at your skin and his heavy breath echoes in your ear. His lips suck, his teeth nip and his tongue teases your neck and shoulders. His body rolls, his rhythm increasing in force and desire with every retreat and invasion.

“Dammit, baby. I ain’t ever gonna get enough of you. Ever!” His hand slips between your body and the mattress and his fingers glide over your folds until he feels himself disappearing into you. “God damn, baby. I can feel your pussy stretching around me. It feels so fuckin’ good.”

His teeth sink into your shoulder as the arm around your neck tightens. His muscles swell, the coarse hair of his forearm tickles your chin while his fingers sweep over your clit, drawing little circles. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze tighter together as his touch becomes more insistent, driving you mercilessly to your edge. He attends to the bite he’s marked you with, soothing it with his lips and tongue as he keeps up his brutal, primal pace.

You want to tell him how good he feels, to not stop, but your words only turn to moans in your throat. You grab hold of his arm, fingers digging into the dense, tight muscle beneath his sweltering skin. God, being under him like this— his body covering you completely, grunting and growling out his indecent desires— it's amazing. 

Even though he’s everywhere, in you and enfolding you like a blanket, you want more of him. Greedy and lustful, you reach behind your head and wrap your arm around the nape of his neck to tug him close seeking his silky lips and velvety tongue. And as if he knew you needed his kiss, his mouth is waiting to meet yours.

Your breath quickens and you break away, gasping for air as your legs quiver, your orgasm approaching at lightning speed. He holds your jaw in his hand, forcing your gaze to remain on his feverish eyes, while his commanding, emphatic voice urges you to your peak. Blazing hot euphoria tears through your body as you soar into bliss and your senses briefly leave you before Sy draws you back into your skin with his whispered words. 

“My baby,” he murmurs, “my woman. God, look at you.” 

He’s still inside of you, sinfully hard, yet unmoving. He kisses you tenderly, reverently, like he thinks you’ll break and you open your eyes to look straight into his soft— though still carnal and demanding— azure gaze. You feel so desired when he looks at you like this. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Sy says incontrovertibly, as if he heard your thought. 

You don’t know what to say, there are so many things, but you don���t know where to start. So, you kiss him. He whimpers as he returns your kiss and begins to move inside you, smooth, slow, and shallow, waiting for you to be ready to take his savage pace again.

He utters a low curse and with a grunt he pulls out, manhandling you easily onto your back. He grins as he bends your legs, curling you into a ball, lifting one onto his shoulder. He makes that familiar guttural burr in his throat as he runs a hand down your raised leg and holds your hip with the other. You gasp, amazed at how quickly and effortlessly he throws you around, but the sound makes him stop and furrow his brow.

“No good?” he asks, lowering your leg.

You lift your leg back onto his shoulder. “No! It’s good,” you say, a little shaken, though immensely aroused, “You’re just— so strong.” 

Sy chuckles while grabbing your hips and tugging you closer. You bite your lip as he tucks your other leg under his arm and leans over you. “You like that? Bein’ thrown around some?”

“Apparently I do, yeah,” you force out as your stomach tightens and your core clenches with ardent need.

“Fuck, Sugar,” Sy kisses you roughly as he slides his hand under your neck and presses his forehead against yours so hard it actually hurts. “You make me so fuckin’ horny, you know that? Hotter than hell, that’s what you are.”

You pull on his neck as well, lifting your lips to his. Your eyes briefly meet before he closes his and moves his mouth against yours. You let your eyes slide shut as well, succumbing to his kiss with total submission. His gravelly voice saws in his throat and his kisses become rougher, his tongue demanding and domineering as it pushes past your lips and into your mouth. His gentle grip on your neck becomes firm, tightening as his passion increases. You become lost in the moment, grasping Sy tight, unwilling to let him go as your passion rises to match his.

“Please fuck me, Noah?” you ask, the words spilling out before the thought even had time to fully form in your mind. You grope for his ass, pulling him closer, “Just fuck me,” you repeat, not a question this time, now you’re demanding.

“Damn, woman,” Sy snarls, grabbing at his cock and guiding himself into your core. In an instant he becomes the image of an animal, his lip curling back over his teeth revealing a wolfish grin. “You fuckin’ kill me,” he spits out, “you make me Goddamn crazy.”

His eyes slide over your curled body until he sees where you’re joined and his face tenses as he mumbles a curse. He grabs your waist to hold you still while he watches himself pumping in and out of you, your bodies slamming together with a loud clap.

“You feel so fuckin’ good… your pussy… shit, that’s so fuckin’...” He doesn’t finish his sentence because his lips are on your neck, sucking your skin deep into his mouth and he bites into the tendon, just shy of pain. He is driving you wild, feral, all coherent thought is lost as you move your body beneath him, countering him, finding your own rhythm.

“I… I’m gonna come…” Sy pants, “I can’t…” 

“Don’t stop, Noah, I want you to come,” you spur him on.

“Fuck,” he roars as he rises to his knees, his hands gipping your hips as he lifts your ass off the mattress. 

He surges forward, holding himself deep within you as his eyes roll shut and his head lulls back. He clutches your hips with desperate fingers, his huge body shuddering as he releases, grunting through bared teeth. He pulls out slightly, then slams back into you before he stills and your leg falls from his shoulder as he collapses half onto you, half onto the bed.

“You ok?” he heaves breathlessly. He attempts to roll off you, but you wrap your legs around him, still wanting to keep him close.

“Yeah,” you reply with a contented sigh.

“I uh… went a little hard there. I wasn’t sure…”

You kiss him softly to silence him. “I’m good,” you assure him, “really, really good.”

Good doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel; you’re elated, sated and feel an overwhelming sense of intimacy. And that thought doesn’t immediately make sense to you. Being together last night— making love— it was understandable that you felt vulnerably close to Sy. But what you had just done— fucking— also brought about that same surge of affection, and it seems surprisingly strange to experience it in two very different encounters. 

However, you decide not to question it. Instead you go with it, covering his cheek with your hand, not wanting this feeling to end. He grins as he grabs your wrist and kisses your palm with a groan.

“Gimme a minute, Sugar,” he says, “Jesus Christ…” his eyes shine brightly with a boyish delight, “you’re…” he laughs and shakes his head, “that was not what I was expecting at all.”

You frown, a little unsure of his meaning and feeling suddenly insecure you slide out from under him, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover yourself. Perhaps the sense of intimacy you feel is one sided; maybe he isn’t feeling the same way. Shame rises within you, making you feel queasy as you try to move away from him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sy cups your cheeks, halting your retreat, and turns your head so you’re looking at him. “It’s not a bad thing, Sugar. I—” his eyes roam your face then he kisses you forcefully, no tongue, just rough lips and passion. “I’m still gettin’ used to the fact that you ain’t shy, and then…” he shrugs, “then we fuck like that. I knew it would be good, baby, but that was fuckin’ amazin’. You’re fuckin’ amazing.”

You smile a little coyly. When you’re aroused, your inhibitions fall away and you don’t tend to get embarrassed or shy, but now, in moments like these, you still do. Your cheeks heat as you try to gather the courage to say what you want to say. Then you look into Sy’s eyes and you see the earnestness in them, how he’s truly listening to you, that he wants to know what you’re feeling, and all your embarrassment melts away.

“It’s never been like this for me before,” you admit. “With you, it’s different. I feel different. I feel… safe.”

Sy’s brows pull together and he looks away, then he drops his head with a grin and looks back at you. You can see that he’s processing, trying to work out how best to say what he's thinking, and you return his smile while you wait for him to speak. His silence is different now that you can see him and you no longer feel the need to fill the empty space with chatter.

Sy kisses your forehead, then bending his elbow, rests his head on his upturned hand. He uses his free hand to pull back the sheet a little and caresses the curves of your body. You continue to wait patiently for him to speak, and eventually he does, licking his lips a few times before he begins.

“You make me feel nervous,” he confesses with a chuckle. His fingers trace the curve of your breasts almost absentmindedly. “I haven’t felt this way with a woman since I was a teenager.”

You frown, “I don’t want to make you nervous,”

“I make you nervous too,” he points out and his smirk turns cocky.

“Only when you look at me like that,” you say as your heart skips a beat.

“Do ya want me to stop?” You shake your head, you never want him to stop looking at you like that. He bites his lower lip and his face loses its mirth. “But you make me feel calm too,” he says, “I don’t know how you can make me feel both, but ya do.”

“I don’t know how it's possible either, but that's how I feel too. I guess…” you swallow, unsure if he wants to hear what you’re thinking, “I guess it’s because I want this so much. I want this to work between us.”

Sy looks at you for a few moments before saying, “I can’t see how it won’t. It already is.”

You smile and bring his head to your chest and eventually you both fall back to sleep.

You awake in the same position that you fell asleep in, Sy’s head is still on your chest with one of his hands wrapped around your breast. It makes you chuckle and he stirs, his hand squeezing before sliding down your side and tucking under your waist.

“You awake?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” You raise your arms over your head to stretch, your breasts lifting and Sy kisses them softly. You brush your hand over his head, and close your eyes, relaxing into the feeling of his pelty hair on your palm while his plush lips and warm mouth caress your chest.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he murmurs, so quietly you barely hear him.

You smile and hum, “You don’t have to stop.”

“We gonna stay here all day?” he asks with a smirk.

“If you want to,” you say, “I didn’t plan anything for today, I wanted to wait and see what you want to do.”

Sy is quiet for a while, as he sweeps his fingers over your belly. Then he says, “I wanna take ya out.”

“Yeah?” you say, unable to keep the surprise out of your voice. 

“Yeah?” he imitates your tone with a teasing grin, “I wanna take ya for a ride on my Harley. I took her out first thing yesterday and she’s workin’ fine. I know about this place where we could eat, it's got a real nice view.”

“Sure,” you say excitedly. Going for a ride on his bike was one of the very first activities he told you he wanted to do with you all those months ago. “I still don't have a helmet or anything.”

“I borrowed a helmet for ya. Just put some thick jeans on and you can wear one of my jackets ‘til I getcha one of your own.”

“You wanna buy me a jacket?”

“If you like riding with me, yeah,” Sy says, “I’ll take ya on weekend rides. Maybe when… I’m sleepin’ better, we can spend some nights out at a cabin or one of those little hotel things, you know, those houses, what are they called?”

“A Bed and Breakfast?” you guess.

“Yeah, that's it,” Sy grins.

“You don’t seem like a B & B kind of guy,” you tease.

Sy shrugs and you think he might be a little embarrassed. “Maybe not, but I thought you might like it,” he explains. “Fuck! I’m not really good at this whole datin’ and romance thing, am I?”

“No, don’t say that.” You rest a hand on his cheek, “You’re honest and you trust me enough to tell me how you feel. That’s one of the most romantic things anyone can do.” 

Sy’s brows pinch together and raise in the middle, his jaw jutting forward. He looks at you so long you begin to think you’ve said something that upset him. Then he kisses you, faintly brushing his lips over yours.

“I hope you like ridin’ with me,” he whispers.

“Why do you like it so much?”

“It clears my head. Calms me down.”

It strikes you as funny that not long ago he said something similar about you. “Then what do you need me for?” you ask with a cheeky grin.

“My bike doesn't kiss me back. I've tried…” he sighs dramatically, “but she just won’t give it up.”

You laugh, “Come on. Let's go then.”

Sy follows you into the shower, grinning as he washes, his eyes roaming shamelessly over your body, watching as you soap yourself up. He gets hard again, not fully erect, but he’s well on his way, and he doesn’t exhibit any need to hide it.

As much as you enjoy watching his eyes take you in, your mind is on other things. My woman, he had said, and it wasn’t the first time. There's a presumption that you and Sy are officially a couple, but you still haven't spoken about openly. You suppose part of the fault lies with you since you were reluctant to make promises while he was deployed, but now you need to know where this stands. He speaks as though you are his girlfriend, that must mean something, however since that flash of déjá vu last night, you want explicit confirmation about his feelings towards you.

As you finish rinsing the soap from your body, Sy speaks, “What's on your mind? I can tell you're thinkin’ hard on somethin’.”

“It's…” you want to tell him it’s nothing but you don't want to lie.

“I went too hard didn't I?” Sy interprets your evasion with a look of regret on his face, “I hurt ya.”

“No, it was good,” you assure him, “I liked it. A lot.”

“Then what is it, Sugar? What’s goin’ on?”

You nibble on your lip as his brows draw together. You can see his jaw tightening beneath his beard and he seems to stop breathing. You can barely breathe yourself as you quickly force out the words, “Sy, are we dating?”

He exhales with an amused bark, “Jesus, I thought…” You look away embarrassed as he laughs at you, but he tucks his fingers under your chin and guides your face to his, “We are well beyond dating in my mind.”

“Okay, but what does that mean?” you ask in frustration, “For God’s sake, Sy. You’re so blunt about everything, but you keep dancing around this. What do you mean?”

As quick as a snake, his arm wraps around your waist and he holds you close, his furry, muscled chest presses against your smooth, soft one, knees bending until he looks you in the eyes. 

“It means whatever you want it to mean, darlin’. If you want me to be your boyfriend, then that’s what I’ll be.”

If you want? That is hardly reassuring. You look into his eyes and though he appears earnest, his words don’t seem to match his intent. Frustration simmers within you, and you can feel your brows drawing tightly together.You know you must look furious, but you can’t help it.

“But what do you want, Sy?” you try to push away from him, but he draws your naked body closer to his and doesn’t let go. 

“I want you,” he says roughly and emphatically. His eyes scan your face and he raises his hand to your cheek as he smiles, “I’m yours, anyway you want me, Sugar. I don't want anybody else but I ain’t gonna rush ya. Not after that night I asked you…” His grin falters a little and he licks his lips, “We go at your pace. I don’t want to scare you off by puttin’ labels on us.”

“I told you I don’t scare easily, Noah,” you respond, with a small smile.

“Hmm. I think ya do get scared, you just don’t let it stop you,” he says seriously as he runs his thumb over your jaw.

“Maybe,” you concede.

Sy grins briefly then his face becomes serious and his tone descends, “Does it scare you? How serious I am about you?”

“No,” you say softly, leaning forward to place a light kiss on his lips, “because I’m right there with you.” He raises his eyebrows as you kiss him again. “I don't want anyone else either.”

Sy hums as he kisses you back with soft, relaxed lips. For a while, he lets you take the lead, squeezing you tightly as you trail your kisses down his neck. 

He turns you in his arms. His hands slide over your body and he makes that now familiar noise in his throat as he kisses your neck. You close your eyes as his lips move over you and his fingers slip between your legs.

“I’m gonna make you come again,” he growls. Making a low moan, you reach for his cock but he pulls away, “No, Sugar. Just you.”

“Why?” you ask petulantly.

“I can't explain how good you feel to me, how much I just like touchin’ ya. Especially when there were times I thought I'd never get to be with you like this. When I thought ya didn't want me.” 

He curses in your ear as his fingers part your centre. You bite your lip and whimper as blood rushes to your core, and you feel how puffy and slick you are beneath his touch. 

“Jesus,” he groans, as his thick finger slides easily into you. “Your pussy is fucking perfect.” 

His hardness presses into the cleft of your ass as he curls his finger and your thighs close around his hand. 

“I keep thinkin’ about something you said yesterday,” Sy drawls into your ear as he dips another finger into you.

“Yeah?” you ask. You mewl as he fills you, then drags his fingers slowly from your heat before easing them back inside in a sleepy rhythm.

“You said that you touched yourself while you were thinkin’ of me.” You hear the smile in his voice as he says it. You groan as embarrassment floods your face with warmth. Sy cups your cheek and brings your face to his. “Don’t do that. I can’t stop thinkin’ about it cause it’s so fuckin’ hot. I used to wonder what you’d look like, how you would do it, if you used toys.”

You bite your lip and he drags his thumb over it until you release it. He kisses you softly, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers, subtly building your desire to near breaking point.

“Tell me,” he urges. “I wanna know.”

“I have a vibrator,” you admit.

Sy’s eyes roll shut as he inhales deeply and you feel his cock jerk. “That’s a good girl.” He eyes are dark and narrowed when he opens them, his voice thick with lust as he asks, “Do you fuck yourself with it?”

He really wants to know, you realise, it really does turn him on. “Sometimes, but I usually only use it on my clit.” you say breathlessly. He wants you to talk to him, but he doesn’t stop fucking you with his finger; once again he has made you feel stupid and brain dead in the best possible way.

“I wanna watch you do that. Fuck. I want you to use it while I fuck you,” he squeezes your ass, and your eyes go wide as one of his fingers brushes slowly over your ass hole. “Jesus… the things I wanna do to you…” 

His finger passes over your sensitive hole again and this time he presses softly against the tight rim while he pumps his fingers into your core. You bite back a moan as a shiver runs up your spine and all of sudden you feel yourself approaching the edge.

“Fuck, baby,” Sy practically moans, “you like that.”

Abruptly he removes his fingers and pushes you against the tiles as he drops to his knees. He lifts your leg over his back and your thigh rests on his shoulder as his tongue dips into your core. He hungrily presses his face against you, lapping and curling his tongue deep within you. There’s an urgent ferocity in his eyes as he looks up at you. God, when he looks at you like that, it’s like he wants nothing more than to crawl up inside you.

He is unrelenting as he moves to your clit, holding your body against the tiles with a firm forearm against your belly. His eyes don’t leave yours, they’re so dark with primal lust that you barely see the blue of his irises. He hums against you, shifting his arm to capture your breast in his hand, squeezing, watching how your hips buck and how you move above him as you seek your release. Your knee shakes, your clenching muscles tremble as you ride the edge of the cliff, so close to falling over. Then his finger presses rhythmically against your ass and your body surges forward nearly forcing him off of you. He determinedly clutches you tight, working you until you hit your high and your eyes slam closed as you cry out his name.

Unable to stand, you begin to sink and Sy scoops you into his arms. You’re legitimately dazed and your muscles feel as weak as a newborn foal’s. He strokes you affectionately, kissing you gently until he thinks you’ve regained enough strength to stand with him.

Although he’s holding you, you still wobble. “Lean on me, baby, put your arms around my neck,” he says, adding, “Good girl,” when you do. 

He wraps an arm around you holding you close as he turns off the shower and walks you out of the cubicle. He grabs your towel, covering your shoulders while he kisses you some more.

“I love making you come,” Sy grins. “You look so fuckin’ good… The way your voice quivers when you’re close is so fuckin’ hot. And the way you move when you come— God damn. ”

You smile shyly, your cheeks heating as he rolls his hips against you, his cock still rock hard. You lick your lips and look down, watching as he rubs against you. You reach for him and he lets your fingers slide over his length. He shivers with a curse before he grabs your wrist.

“I want to,” you say with an unintentional whine to your voice.

Sy chuckles and moves the arm he’s holding behind your back. “I know you do,” he says, “And I want you to, but I also want to take you out and at this rate we ain’t ever gonna leave.”

“When we get back, then…?” you let the unasked question hang in the air.

“When we get back,” he agrees and runs his thumb over your lips, “Will ya put me in your mouth again? Get me real close, then climb on top of me and ride me? God, I wanna see that! I wanna see ya come on me like that.”

“If that’s what you want, Noah,” you mumble softly. 

“There’s a million things I want,” he smirks, “but let’s start with that.”

A couple of hours later you’re clinging to Sy, your front pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his middle, and your thighs cradling his ass. You feel a bit like Charlie in Top Gun and even though Tom Cruise couldn’t hold a candle to Sy, the thought does make you giggle. You squeal in delight as he opens the throttle on his Harley, peeling the tires as you ride out of the military base.

It’s not the first time you’ve been on a bike; your brother has a Kawasaki, but it's the first time you’ve been on a cruiser and it's a much more comfortable ride. Though it's still fast, it takes the corners smoother and slower than when riding with your brother, and it gives you a nice opportunity to just relax in the moment.

As the distance stretches between town and the mountains you feel a weighty peace descend upon you. Just being near to Sy, feeling him breathe beneath your hands, feeling the strength of his back as you press into him, and knowing that he’s here with you, is more than enough. When the road straightens out you realise that you’re not alone in your feelings. Sy covers your hands with one of his, like he’s touching you just to confirm that you’re real and present, as though if doesn’t hold onto you, you might disappear. Although you can’t speak, you don’t feel like it’s necessary; you feel him so deeply in this moment that all you can do is melt into it, into him, and let the feeling of utter contentment seep into your bones.

For the next hour you sit with your thoughts, letting them wash over you and run wild; you fantasise about how much you desire the man in front of you, and about all of the potential the future holds with him in your life. It becomes striking how quickly your doubts seemed to have vanished.

When you arrive at your destination, you are pleasantly surprised. On the high side of the street stands a small diner with outdoor picnic tables, and across the road is a scenic overview showcasing the lush green mountains that takes your breath away.

You get off the bike on stiff and shaky legs. Wanting to stretch them out after so long without moving, you walk to the edge of the carpark and look over the vista, pulling your helmet off as you go.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Sy asks as he comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I’ve lived here for three years and I never knew this place existed,” you say a little breathlessly. 

Sy rests his chin on your shoulder, so your view is the same. “One of the guys on the team told me about it a few years ago and I’ve been coming here ever since. Sometimes me and a few of the guys who ride will come up here on the weekend. When I told them about ya, they uh…” you can hear a grin in his voice, like he’s remembering a joke or something, “they said it was a good place to bring you.”

“I thought you said you hadn’t told them anything about me,” you accuse with a smile, glad that you mean enough to him to tell his buddies about you.

“I hadn’t, but since I want you to meet them in a couple of weeks, I thought I’d better warn ‘em so they don’t have a heart attack.” You chuckle and Sy gives you a squeeze before he adds with a whisper, “I ain’t ever brought a girl to meet ‘em before.”

Turning in Sy’s embrace you put your arms around his neck. “Why not?”

Sy lowers his head rubbing his nose against yours, encouraging you to lift your chin higher. “Wasn’t ever serious before,” he says before his lips meet yours. When he pulls away, he stares at you longingly with heated eyes as he licks his lips. He opens his mouth to take a breath as if he’s going to speak, but instead he just grins, and cupping the back of your head, he guides you to his chest. You turn your head so you can rest your ear between his large pecs, and you close your eyes to listen intently to the low thumping beat of his heart, while his fingers stroke your hair.

“You hungry?” he asks, his voice resonating deep in his chest.

Sighing, you lift your head and find his gaze already waiting for you. You smile and nod. “Can we sit outside to look at the view?”

“Anythin’ you want, baby. C’mon,” Sy grins, giving your ass a gentle pat and placing his hand on your lower back to guide you into the diner. 

Only a few tables are occupied and you mentally try to match the vehicles outside to their owners. An older greying couple who are sipping coffee look like they’re travelling on the brand new BMW road bike. A younger guy who’s eating bacon and eggs seems the sort to ride the Yamaha. And another biker around Sy’s age, who sits reading the newspaper as he sips from a mug and smokes a cigarette, probably rode in on the other Harley. There are plenty of spare tables, so you don’t grab one immediately and instead walk inside the shop to order your food. Sy pays without a word, which you expected considering he told you to leave your purse at home, saying that you wouldn’t need it because it would only be a hassle on the bike.

You choose the picnic tables furthest from the building and closest to the uninterrupted view. Sy sits next to you instead of across like you would expect, perching astride the bench and drawing you between his legs, making you smile. When he says he can’t stop touching you, he really means it, unable to even eat without wanting you in his arms. You lay your head against his chest and he rests his chin on your crown and for a while you just sit and take in the view.

“Whatcha thinkin’, Sugar?”

You blink, a little caught off guard. “Nothing actually. For the first time in ages, I’m really not thinking about anything,” you shrug, “I’m just happy being here with you.”

He kisses the top of your head, “I can't tell you how good that makes me feel,” he says, “I want you to be happy. I want to be the one who makes you happy.”

“You do, Sy,” you reassure him. 

“Sugar, I–”

He’s interrupted by the friendly face of one of the wait staff placing your coffees and meals on the table. You return the teenager’s grin and detangle yourself from Sy.

“Thanks man,’ Sy tells him and the waiter barely has his back turned before he starts digging into his pancakes. 

“Hungry much?” you ask teasing.

“Starving,” Sy says around a mouthful of food, “all I had this mornin’ was coffee. I didn’t sit right with me to be digging through your kitchen lookin’ for food.”

“Well, tomorrow, feel free to help yourself to anything that's there.”

Sy slows down eating and asks slowly, “You want me to stay the night again?”

“Yeah,” you say somberly, “If you want to.”

“How long do you want me to stay?” His tone shifts, becoming stern and authoritative.

“As long as you want to,” you shrug and try to keep your voice casual, “you could stay the week if you want.”

“But what do you want?” Sy asks tersely.

You shove a fork full of waffle into your mouth, giving yourself some time to think. You know what you want, but you’re afraid it will be too much for him. He’s glaring at you, fork poised in the air as he waits for your reply. 

Fuck it, be honest.

“I want you to stay the week,” you say firmly.

Sy grins like the cat who ate the canary, “Come ‘ere,” he jerks his chin a little, before leaning in to meet you halfway. His lips taste sweet from the maple syrup and you both lick your lips when he pulls away.

You giggle a little and grab the front of his t-shirt to draw him back in for another kiss. Running your tongue over his lips you slide your hand over his thigh, your fingers skimming over his fly, and he moans into your mouth. You let him go and Sy just stares at you a moment, before blinking rapidly and shaking his head.

“God dammit, woman,” he growls under his breath. You grin wickedly as you keep eating and Sy chuckles. “You’re really are tryin’ to kill a man, ain’t ya?”

“So, you’ll stay the week?” you ask innocently.

Sy clears his throat, “Hell yeah I will. And then?”

“Then, I'll go back to work and you’ll go visit your family.”

He nods, becoming quiet while he finishes his short-stack, even the lustful glint in his eyes fades as the silence stretches between you. You believe that he has something more to say, but you follow his lead and keep eating. Eventually, he pushes away his empty plate with a satisfied groan and reaches for his coffee. You glance at him as he licks his lips and clears his throat.

“Have you given any thought about comin’ with me to meet my folks?” Sy asks. There’s a strange tone to his voice that you can’t quite place.

“I have to go back to work Sy,” you say gently, “it was tough enough getting this week off, I couldn’t ask for two.”

“I know baby, it’s just,” he pauses and takes your hand in his, “I don’t wanna leave you so soon. I wish ya could come with me for the whole week.”

“Yeah, me too” you sigh sadly.

“When will I get to meet your parents?” Sy asks eagerly.

“You really want to?”

“Yeah, I really do,” he notices your look and smiles, “What are you thinkin’, baby?”

You grin, “That you’re the first guy who actually wants to meet my father,” Sy chuckles and you continue, “You're probably the first one that isn’t scared too.”

He keeps smiling but doesn’t say anything as he takes a big gulp of his coffee. You mimic his movements, taking a few sips of the still warm brew in your mug while you think. 

Your family knows about Sy, they knew he was coming home and promised they’d leave you alone this week. Your mom had hinted that she’d like to meet him, while your Dad remained stoic about it, but your brother was adamant that he meet Sy sooner rather than later. 

Your brother's service had ended and he was home for good now, studying at the local college making the most of his tuition money. You lived about two hours away from both your parents and brother so it would only take a quick phone call to arrange for them to meet Sy.

“My parents have a Sunday lunch most weeks. I could see if my brother is free in a couple of weeks and we could have lunch together.”

“What about this Sunday?” Sy asks and you raise your eyebrows.

“I can ask,” you say and he grins. “You really do wanna meet them, don’t you?”

Sy hums and nods. He looks at your coffee and asks, “You finished?” You nod, and he sits up straight, stretching his back. “Walk with me?”

“Where?”

Sy points his chin across the road, “There’s a path down there that takes you to the proper lookout. Might be nice to have a looksee.”

Sy gets up and takes your hand, slipping his thick fingers between yours and curling them. He walks you across the road and you see the trail he’s talking about. The path is narrow but well travelled and when you approach the railing Sy comes to stand behind you, trapping you between the metal fencing and his hard body.

For a while you just stand there enjoying the view with Sy resting his chin on your shoulder. It's surprisingly quiet and even the noise of the road seems to have disappeared. 

“This is beautiful, Noah,” you say, softly. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Thank you for comin’,” he replies, then adds with a slightly sheepish tone, “I do have a confession to make.”

“Go on,” you say, smiling.

“It wasn’t just the guy's suggestion that made me want to bring ya out here. I thought about it a few times while I was on tour,” he chuckles, “not all of those thoughts were family friendly either.”

You giggle a little, then get serious, “Why here? What's so special about this place?”

“I don’t know,” Sy says, “I thought about so many places I want to take you, dates and stuff, but this one kept comin’ back to me.” He chuffs, “Sometimes when we’d talk on the phone, I’d close my eyes and imagine us standing here like this, havin’ that same conversation,” he moves closer, pressing his whole body against yours, “I’d imagine what your face would look like when you’d speak, looking so beautiful while looking at something so beautiful.”

Sy insists that he isn’t romantic, but he truly is, it’s there in his soul, and you can feel it.

“I thought about all the things I wanted to say to you, and all the things I wasn’t sure you wanted to hear from me,” he continues, and you feel his eyes burning into you. “When I couldn’t sleep, I’d think about what you’d look like standing here with me and I’d think about all those things I wanted you to know.”

You turn your head towards his voice, and you were right, he is staring at you with those bright azure eyes. You concentrate on the slash of umber in his left while you swallow, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “Will you tell me now?” you ask softly.

“Don’t need to, I've already said it all. I couldn’t keep it in,” he says in a low hoarse tone. He rubs his hand over the top of your arm, “You’re my everything. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. And every moment since then, I’ve only fallen deeper.”

“How are you so sure?”

“‘Cause with you, I want things I ain’t ever wanted before,” his hand slides over your belly, “I think about things I’ve never thought before. You make me feel things I never thought I’d feel.”

“Do you ever worry that it won’t work?”

“I used to, but not anymore, not since…” Sy stops and dips his head into your neck, “not for months.” He kisses your neck softly, and his next words are a little muffled, “Sugar, we got through the hardest part. We weren’t even together when I left, but we made it work, through all of that.”

“It’ll be harder when you leave again, and—”

“Baby, I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Your brows raise in surprise. “I mean, I may get transferred, but my time in group is over, I’m getting a staff position.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, you only get about three years leading a team, then you’re promoted, or moved to staff or teaching. I had thought about droppin’ my commission and stayin’ in group— but not anymore.”

“I’m confused.”

“I'm sorry, I keep forgetting that you don’t know about these things, cause it's different than what you’re used to with your dad and brother. I’m going to be on staff, I’ll work with command, mostly on base, which should keep me stateside. I am up for promotion soon and I think I’m likely to get it despite all the shit— well, I should get it.”

“And what if they transfer you to a new base?”

“It's probable, and we can talk about that during the transfer period. But let me put it this way, baby— I want you with me, wherever I go.” His brows draw together as he looks at you, and seeing your blank focus he sighs, “You still don't get it do you?”

You shrug a little and shake your head. You think you know how he feels, but part of you still doesn’t believe how things have changed so much between you in the last 24 hours. Yesterday you were just so relieved to have him back safe and to touch him again, that you've barely thought beyond the here and now. And despite the things he’s said to you, you know that you haven't been able to fully process his words.

Sy lifts eyes and looks out over the valley, stoically thinking through what he wants to say before he speaks. Eventually he swallows hard and asks, “You know how you hear those stories where the first time a guy sees a woman he immediately thinks to himself, ‘I’m gonna marry her some day’?”

“Yeah,” you say, unsure of where this is going. Sy drops his gaze to yours, his eyebrows lifting infinitesimally, and you suddenly realise what he's trying to convey. “Holy shit,” you exclaim, covering your mouth.

“Yeah,” Sy chuckles, “That’s exactly what I thought the first time you smiled at me, Sugar. Surprised the fuck outta me too.”

He keeps a small grin on his lips, but he licks them anxiously, and his eyes won’t stay on yours as he runs a hand over his short hair. He’s nervous, you realise, so you lift your hand to his cheek and smile reassuringly at him. 

Sy lets out a long breath and he forces himself to keep his eyes on yours as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a set of dog tags. “I’ve thought of about a million different ways to show ya how much you mean to me. I even went—” Sy shakes his head and his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, “In the end… these are what I wanted to give you.”

You look at the tags as he places them in your hand and bite your lip. You know what this gesture could mean. These aren't just a token that he carried with him on tour, it's all of his personal information; his full name, social security number, blood type, and his religion. You run your thumb over the stamped letters: Syverson, Noah H., O positive, No Preference. 

“I don’t mean for you to wear ‘em or anythin’,” Sy says, “I just want you to have them. I wanted to give ya somethin’ that I had with me out there, cause… I won’t ever forget what ya did for me while I was gone.”

You look at him as you blink back tears, your throat is so tight you can barely speak, “Sy, I don’t know what to say.”

He chuckles, “Baby, you always know what to say.”

There is something you want to say, but you're afraid it’ll be too much, too fast. Sy’s eyes bore into yours, like he can see into the deepest parts of your soul, and it surprises you that you don't mind this intrusion.

“Say it,” he urges softly. His hand cupping your neck while he wraps an arm around your waist. His brows draw together and raise, his forehead wrinkles like he’s pleading with you. 

“I love you, Noah.” 

Sy curses, murmuring your name as his head drops. You think maybe you’ve fucked up, misread this whole thing, but then his mouth is on yours. His kiss is voracious, ferocious, and he crushes you so firmly against his body that you feel as though he’s trying to consume you, trying to meld the two of you together so you’ll never come apart.

Then he stops as suddenly as he started. His hands cup your cheeks again and he makes you look at him. “You really mean it don’t you? You wouldn’t say it if ya didn’t mean it, right?”

You smile and pull his head down until it rests on yours. “I love you,” you reiterate, “I wouldn’t say it if I didn't mean it.”

#captain syverson #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson smut #captain sy #syverson x reader #captain syverson fanfic #syverson smut #syverson fic #even if you don't mean it #syverson x you #captain sy x reader #captain sy fanfiction #captain syverson x you #captain syverson x female reader

[dalekofchaos]

FNAF movie sequel pitch. Fredbear's Family Diner

So I know the sequel might center around FNAF 2 and Jeremy Fitzgerald. But I would love it more if it were about Fredbear's Family Diner and the relationship between William and Henry.

Ideally the movie should have Matthew Lillard using the make up and effects they used to get a young Dr Loomis in Halloween Kills so we can see a younger Lillard as young William Afton.

My fancast for Henry would be Skeet Ulrich.

The movie is about the beginning and decline of William and Henry's relationship and the madness of Afton.

Two best friends from college who have a gift for robotics, engineering and business. Who want to build a place to entertain the masses and A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.

William and Henry are the faces of Fredbear's Family Diner. Henry is Fredbear and William is Spring Bonnie.

Fredbear's is a huge hit, Fazbear Entertainment is born and it becomes a franchise. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is born, but then things change.

Mrs Afton dies in a tragic accident and then the Bite of 83 happens. William changes. He becomes more unhinged and notices the perfect life he set up is slowly fading away while Henry's family is perfect. William wants Henry to feel what he feels.

Since you can see visible scars during the Mike/Raglan meeting.

That's right, we could have the original Springlock incident. It wouldn't just be a accident. It would be intentional. Henry knows what William did. So after the final performance as Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, Henry snaps and attacks William while he's still in the Spring Bonnie suit and causes the Spring lock incident. William barely escaped with his life.

If you want the FNAF 2 experience, you could add in the Toy Animatronics and show William in peak Purple Guy causing the MCI and DCI and William hacking Mangle to cause the Bite of 87 to lobotomize Jeremy Fitzgerald.

William's son is Golden Freddy's spirit and either Michael or Vanessa caused the Bite of 83, which caused Henry to flee with Mike and Garrett and it could end with William abducting and killing Garrett and then seeing Garrett becoming The Puppet and William discovering Remnant. He is on the path to "put his family back together" and everyone will know how and why he always comes back!

PS. I have someone different casted as Henry instead of Garrett Hines because Mike is an unreliable narrator.

As for Mike, they can leave it open in the air if he's Henry or William's son. But I would still make Mike an Afton, while Garrett and Abby Henry's children. I would save the reveal of Mike being Michael Afton for FNAF 3, basically a LOT of repressed trauma causing Mike to form false memories and with Mike slowly finding out who he is and with William confronting what he did.

#Five Nights At Freddy's #FNAF #FNAF Movie #FNAF Movie Sequel #Fredbear's Family Diner #William Afton #Henry Emily #Michael Afton #Mike Schmidt #Garrett Schmidt #The Marionette #The Puppet #Jeremy Fitzgerald #Crying Child #Evan Afton #Vanessa Shelly #Vanessa Afton #Willry #Spring Bonnie #Fredbear

[shezit]

The Henry Schdmit theory, is a theory that's a theory that's also a theory because it's a theory.

I like the theory, it's fine. I guess.

However, I thought about it too long and now I'm confused? Mike says that his father couldn't handle it, which sounds like it implies that his father is dead.

Nor does Mike seem to want to be in contact with, hello? Someone whose his legal parent? To help with him and Abby? Is he alcoholic? Abusive? Depressed? And unable to care for them? I don't know? I know Mike is an adult, but again. To help with Abby, who seems to vaguely know anything about her parents. The movie doesn't delve deep into it.

Mike doesn't mention anything about their father being unfit for parenting. Even if he was alive I'm wondering why Jane or Afton don't mention him.

You'd think Jane would, but that's only if you consider she's a parallel of Aunt Jen, (so she's on Henry's side of the family) it seems like the only other parental figures in Mike's life, is her.

Then William kidnapping Garret, he recognized his last name. If he recognized him being Henry's son, you'd think maybe he'd I don't know. Allude to that? And it's not giving away the plot, it's called foreshadowing. They did it in the beginning of the film where the therapist (Whatever the black woman was) was talking about communicating through photos.

I don't think Henry would be a CEO, co partner whatever. Considering Vanessa doesn't mention this, there's nothing referencing it either, and there's an absence of fredbear (not golden Freddy btw)

More than likely he could've been an engineer or a worker. Again, that's if Henry is his father.

He still could be, and somehow he never mentioned this career, or job to Mike. Somehow because that's how mysteries work, by having plot holes...

There is some connection considering Vanessa had the same plane toy as Garrett, and since Afton involved her with Mike makes me think so too. I mean, it's quite obvious. Not me over analyzing. Egads.

All in all, I don't know what to think of this theory, somebody help.

#fnaf movie #Henry Schmidt #mike schmidt #vanessa afton #fnaf #fnaf theory #fnaf movie theory

[steam-beasts]

Hello! (I'm the same anon who asked whether I should get a model/toy or make one from scratch in order to make a monster engine model btw)

So it turns out the model engines I looked at that could work for what is needed are either too expensive or not good quality, and the toys I've looked at don't seem like they'd work either, so I got clay yesterday in hopes of attempting to create a model myself, but now I've run into yet another problem: which engine should I make?

Duck might be easiest, he's kind of just a rounded box, but then again I also want to make Edward or James. And Henry. And Gordon. And-

Wait maybe if I make them small enough I can make multiple of them-

You could choose either Duck, James or Edward. I’d love to see a clay model of either of those! But I’ll say it again, you do you. Since it’s your model you can choose who you think is easiest.

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte edward #ttte james #ttte duck #ttte henry #ttte gordon

[mrmcflowers]

Game theory

I'm so tireed but this wqas insane ramble I went on with my brother and uh lore. Theory. Game. So. I think that the fnaf 2 animatronics were mainly designed by Henry but the engineering was done by William (Because of the mediocre melodies it seems like his MO might be plastic instead of Willaim's fabric plush-based designs.) William gets an actual divorce from his wife and she takes Elizabeth (That's why there is an empty girls bedroom in the minigames) So william is having a bad time! Henry is still goin trying to be the best he can be but like his family is totally normal and nothing is wrong. william kills Charlie/Cassidy/whatever over some probably dumb shit. William goes home and CC has run back to freddy's in hopes to see his sister again since they used to play there. henry and william get a divorce (Henry doesn't know what happened but heavily suspects him). Willaim still has partial ownership of the freddy's name so he takes over the Freddy's location in 1st so he can be an ass in his own restaurant without Henry catching on. But he realizes ohhh shit the daughter is still like... alive. So he kills a few more children and stuffs them into the freddy's 1 suits. (i think that the og suits in fnaf 2 are the same suits in fnaf 1 but henry has them where he can keep an eye on them and as they've rotted has tried to fix them somewhat but gave up realizing that it's sort of not worth it! More worth it to hunt down william and destroy him and set these kids free.) CC sees it happen (Or knows how Charlie died I haven't 100% figured out the timeline) and is rightfully scared of his dad (That's where he goes from the switch to loving freddy's ("He's gone back to that place again" and having his birthday be there probably annually to being scared shitless.) Henry sort of finds out so kicks William kind of out of the business (this is where he adopts the fnaf 1 animatronics), William still can't go back so he makes his own animatronics to further his research into the whole possession thing. He tries to make them seem like the animatronics Henry makes (plastic) thus, the sister location animatronics first two based off his ex wife and daughter he doesn't get to see. CC sees someone getting yoinked with funtime freddy (Fnaf 4 Fredbear could be a mix of the og yellow bear and funtime freddy.) CC dies at some point (I am so tired and the lore is so jumbled) And William blames it on mike so he neglects Mike even harder and goes really deeply into making the funtimes so he can try and fix his "Good" son. He still gets partial visitation (That's why no adult has noticed his funky ass killer animtronics because no /adults/ have contact with him. And neither or his kids would fuckin snitch because they're afraid of him. He makes Baby sets it up, it kills elizabeth which REALLY fucks him up because like, CC (in his mind) was prob a cry baby and mike was a fuck up. Elizabeth was prob his favorite! Especially because she doesn't look like him and he doesn't have to raise her. Mike is reflection of himself and he hates it. Mike might go leave and live with his mother for a while (Mike "Scmidt") and maybe goes no contact while William continues to spiral? Idk the rest BUT This is sort of unrealted but I think the glamrocks are inspired by Henry's designs, not Williams. All plastic and nice. Maybe even Monty was a scraped mediocre melody (He's fit with the southern mismatched farm theme.) They also seem way closer to the toy animatronics then the ogs. Anyway that was my incoherant tired ramble.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddys #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #micheal afton #henry emily #game theory #fnaf theory

[oldirontender]

i am proud to announce he finally has his dr pepper

#henry the toy engine #FINALLY. NUTRIENTS. #henrys dr pepper #his face is so fucking funny to me LMFASDFA #he looks like a newborn animal.

[imitation-steamroller]

Ya do a Murdoch HCs post yet?

Ooh, I haven't.

ngl, this ask game is making me realize how many characters I never had toys of as a kid

1.This man loves night trains. When is isn't taking heavy trains to and from the mainland, he can be found taking the main line's mail trains or pulling the Kipper when Henry is ill. It isn't completely quiet, but it's more than enough for Murdoch.

2. With the exception of a stray cat that often roams around Vicarstown, Murdoch really isn't an animal person. They're just too noisy for his liking.

3. Murdoch may be a quiet engine, but he has a deep, booming laugh. The first time the other engines heard it, they weren't sure if they were hearing Murdoch correctly.

4. He has trouble sleeping without another engine talking to him. He's gotten so used to hearing Rosie or the other engines at Vicarstown chattering about their day that the silence feels wrong.

5. Once when Murdoch had to take the express and Gordon started getting uppity, Murdoch went to the trouble of beating Gordon's speed record. The look on the blue engine's face was priceless!

#ask game #ttte #ttte murdoch #ttte headcanons #ttte headcanon

[furaflictedhost]

Afton Family Stupidity Prompt List

Afton Family Stupidity won the interest poll by a land slide, so here’s the prompt list as it stands now. 

As the title says, Afton Family Stupidity is little random things in the everyday life of the Afton family. These stories don’t have to be read sequentially and don’t have a particular order to them. They jump all over the timeline, and each story is self-contained, so none of the stories are required to understand the next one, unless it’s a part 2 of something.

How to request a story: I will accept requests through the Tumblr inbox.

I will take requests from this list, but I will also take requests for prompts that aren’t from the list. If you have a specific character in mind for the story, feel free to add that to the request. Have fun!

The noodle

Week old Coffee

“William…What the hell is that?”

“Daddy, What’s a —--”

Video Games

Spring Bonnie

The Foxy Mask

“Father? What does **** mean?”

Old wounds

Mr. Afton has a moment

Little projects

“What do you mean your project is due in 5 hours?”

“Get off the counter!”

Bunnies

“What on earth is a dingus?”

Old friends

That stupid bunny costume

“You did what?!”

“So, hypothetically…”

Sleep Deprivation

Nightmares

“Oh no, Dad’s turned into a zombie again.”

“That was dumb.”

“What were you thinking?”

Voice acting

“This was a disaster.” 

Hysterical Giggling

Ice Cream

“Movie Night was a terrible idea.”

Jazz hands

“I left the animatronics on!”

Training Wheels

“What does it mean by ‘launch the train’?”

Plushtrap

Spiders

Murder bunny

“Stop breaking my toys!”

Food Fight

“Officer, I can explain.”

Officer Dunn(with life)

Dave

Dumb Spring Locks

“Do you have any games on your phone?”

Adam West Vs. Animated Series (Batman Battle)

“How does anyone find that funny?”

Arcade Machine

Malfunction

"Freddy Fazballs”

No, just no.

“What madman designed you!”

“Because I don’t care.”

Toy Chica’s design

“You can’t just walk in here and demand candy.”

Speaker Test

Dr. Henry Miller

“How did I get here?”

The Ned

Scott the Phone-Man

Bubbles

Marionette

The Night Shift

“There are kids around, sicko.”

Fever

“Foxy, leave me alone!”

Stabby

“Engineering for dummies.”

“You fool.”

Safety Dance

Ghosts

Buttons

#william afton #the afton family #mrs afton #springtrap #the crying child #evan afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fredbears family diner #spring bonnie #fredbear #afton family sitcom #prompt list #henry emily #charlotte emily #plushtrap #writing requests #mentions of batman #Dave Miller #dr.henry miller

[greatwesternway]

The Lexicon

Since @littlewestern and I are partners in trainrot in general and in authorship in particular, we have developed a lexicon of terms to encompass concepts that occur frequently in Thomas the Tank Engine so's to make discussion of those things quicker. Thought it'd be fun to show you some of them.

Sodor Karma

Everyone probably uses this one or something like it. On Sodor, if you talk shit, you get hit within six business hours and then literally everyone you know will hear about it, if they didn't see it firsthand. And they will never forget it happened either. They'll bring it back up at every opportunity.

Killed Summarily

The kind of hypothetical accidents that never seem to happen on Sodor, where one or both parties would be absolutely demolished beyond repair. Originally arose from the idea that they coulda added Henry to the clusterfuck in "Duck in the Water" since he's green too, except that he would have absolutely killed all of the rest of them going at missed signal speed. Summarily. "Thankfully, no one was hurt" prevents these kinds of accidents.

9/11 Flight Path

Speaking of Henry, when an engine is on an unavoidable collision course with disaster we call it the 9/11 Flight Path, owing to this diagram in Thomas the Tank Engine Owners' Workshop Manual that looks like every 9/11 diagram complete with crash burst graphic.

It's Fkn Cocoa Time

But we're not concerned with the engine on his 9/11 Flight Path to kill us summarily because it's fkn cocoa time.

When you've eaten shit or are about to, you can count on a driver, a fireman, and maybe a guard somewhere to be enjoying hot cocoa, completely unbothered with your plight.

Fucking Cunt Dork

"Engines don't go fishing! Fucking cunt dork."

This is from the Carlin Comp, in a clip edited from Thomas Goes Fishing. When an engine starts getting all obsessive and distracted over some shit what engines ought not be caring about (fishing, winning medals, rainbows, statues of oneself, seeing golden eagles, wearing costumes, chasing shooting stars, finding pirate treasure (twice), being a hero, finding The Man in the Hills, getting one's picture taken, etc), he's become a fucking cunt dork.

While in practice, we do use this pretty loosely for anytime an engine becomes obsessive to the point of not being Useful, strictly speaking, being a fucking cunt dork is specifically for when the subject of that obsession is something engines shouldn't be concerned with. For example, Duck is not being a fucking cunt dork about the Great Western Way, but he was a fucking cunt dork about the regatta.

Cotton Candy Economy

Facetious term for the apparent shift in Sodor's economy from agricultural/fishing exports to tourism. We actually find this idea fascinating, that Sodor started out struggling to even get a railway running to becoming the steam engine mecca of the world such that its economy depends on this mismatched fleet of engines. Nonetheless, this change is marked by an increase in festivals, fun fairs, carnivals, magic shows, circuses, toy factories, and ice cream deliveries.

Holiday Friends

When engines are bein' extra friendly with each other in a way entirely too saccharine for the NWR. Maybe in a way bordering on festive. When you're friendsing with your friends in the cotton candy economy.

OK, holiday friend.

Dignance Meeting

The opposite of an indignation meeting. Shit's goin' good and we're meeting to discuss it.

Unincorporated Sodor

Misty Island, where they keep all the titty bars and laundromats.

Cosa Nostra

Oliver's obviously willing to break the rules if his survival depends on it. While he's known around the railway for having ripped that mouthy car in half, it was actually Toad who thought the plan up. Even Duck's prepared to crush you under his wheels if you fuck with his passengers.

"There's only two ways to do this: the Great Western Way or the wrong way" is not advice. It's a warning. Cosa nostra.

More Regulator

Let's not leave Donald and Douglas out of the Little Western mafia though. This YouTube comment on TheUnluckyTug's Sodor's Finest video on Duck been living on in our vernacular ever since we laid eyes on it.

"But the Little Western is the kind of ride-or-die energy that you only get by taking four of probably the biggest shit-stirrers on the entire island, cramming them into a branch line together, and then rather than killing each other they save one another's lives. Oliver, Duck, Donald, and Douglas can and will dunk on each other given the opportunity, but if you even LOOK like you're going to fuck around with them and theirs, I've got a couple piles of old firewood that will tell you to decide otherwise. And that's even before you get into their crews, who all have balls of steel so heavy the engines probably need to be fitted for trailing wheels. Grand theft, forgery, and the kind of dick energy that looks at a line of freight cars going 75 miles an hour down a hill and says "I can do that" or hears the guard say "the van's breaking up!" and decides "good, more regulator."

Eat Shit Bridge

If you go over this bridge, you will eat shit.

Dumbass Saddletank Humor

Originated with an early Duck theory of mine: "So if you're some dumbass saddle tank engine who doesn't know shit about fuck and you see this boxy motherfucker with his tanks hoisted up on his boiler like he just got a new bra, you maybe assume that the weight distribution of his water is going to slosh around and make him prone to swaying. Waddling maybe."

and became a catch all for low-grade train amusement.

For example, Ray was making a Duck playlist on Spotify...

DJ: I guffawing at Montell Jordan - This is How We Do It DJ: You don't gotta add it, but I'm cacklin' Ray: lmaoooo Ray: It's not really thematic but… DJ: 'Cause I mean Ray: I do love it DJ: It's a song about how proud he is of where he comes from! DJ: And how they do it there! Ray: I was going to have Rubber Duckie be the joke bonus track but that one's way funnier. DJ: Ever since he was a lowercase G! Ray: god DJ: This is dumbass saddle tank humor. Ray: It is but what do you expect? Ray: We are dumbass saddle tank engines.

11:75 A.M.

From this excerpt from my solo trainfic:

Thomas pulled into the station. Sir Topham Hatt stood on the platform and pointed at his watch crossly.

"When you think about it Sir," said Thomas, "12:15 P.M. is actually 11:75 A.M."

Sir Topham Hatt felt exhausted.

11:75 is when trains arrive when they're late.

Ding Ding, Motherfucker

RWS Toby energy. Particularly with regard to those fleeting and scant moments in the CGI era where he gently brushes the cheek of gettin' his spicy old man energy back.

"What does he know?"

Originated for use about Tug and his since reformed Duck disappreciatin' ways. Now we usually use it in reference to Rev. Awdry whenever we decide to make a decision that contradicts his word on the matter.

Mostly this attitude stems from that infamous interview where he complains about "Henry's Forest", saying "What does an engine care for scenery?" As if he did not write a story in which Thomas was being a fucking cunt dork about fishing. Or another in which Percy was being a fucking cunt dork about scarves. You set the precedent, my man! Too, Henry caring about trees, I would argue, is not fucking cunt dorkery since one of the few ways in which engines have to interact with their world besides tracing 9/11 flight paths into it is looking at it.

Also that he was getting so uppity about the sanctity of his stories compared to the new ones that were being written for the show, as if he didn't only take actual trainecdotes and put his characters over top of them. Not discounting the skill involved in turning a train accident into a narrative, but he was not exactly coming up with scenarios on his own. That's why there's only one Culdee Fell book. The Snowdon Railway hasn't had enough incidents for any more.

Anyway, point is, sometimes we disregard whatever additional info he gave in The Island of Sodor: Its People, History and Railways because he was very strictly 1-to-1 about it and did not consider anything beyond whether thems the facts, ma'am. But it's a better story if there's only one Truck instead of the two the Snowdon Railway has or if Godred languishes in the Shed for a few years rather than being scrapped immediately.

After all, what does he know? He only wrote the books.

The Big Book of People, Places, and Things

The Island of Sodor: Its People, History and Railways

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This list is not exhaustive, obviously, and I invite you to add to it with your own shorthand expressions.

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Edward

Submission reason:

Mattel decided to write him out of the show despite him being the first of Rev. Awdry's Characters

At one point some of the writers thought about writing ove lr his character and replacing him with a pink or blue engine named alice. so that was close call number one. edwards exploit was said to be bad representation of everything edwards character amounted to be. In all engines go edward only ever appears alongside henry (who also doesn't have a voice actor or referred to with his name) edward has no voice actor and thimas refers to him as ""that engine"". like what the frick frack. in bwba edward leaves tidmouth sheds ""temporarily"" because james crashed through it. in the end when the shed is fixed philip persuads him to stay in wellsworth with him, edward is removed from the main storyline (along with henry) and replaced with two new female engines. that's some toxic feminism right there. in the merchandise side of things a lot of edward toys have also been discontinued. his master tack toy was discontinued. his magnet toy was discontinued. and there is only one version of his mini left. his pocket engine was also discontinued. edward is slowly being erased from the franchise and it is so very berry sad because in actuality he's one of the best fucking characters.

The series basically erased him from the main team and replaced him with a female engine so the company that owns the show can say ""Hey look, we have female engines so we have female representation in our show. Now buy toys of these new engines"". They got rid of the first engine that made this show possible with a bland engine with no personality. Then they canceled the show the same season as his removal so removing him was pointless.

Propaganda:

Edward is just an old fella who wants to help everyone. He was first engine to ever be made by the creator of the series. He is fan favorite and many people were angry at his removal.

tbh a lot of the main steam team was massacred. a lot of character in ttte in general were massacred! every character in the show should be on the roster lmfao.

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #thomas & friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte edward #edward the blue engine

[klein-sodor-bahn]

Percy Gresley - Stanier (Avonside)

Teased him Charlie and Henry’s bios but here he is. Percy as a tiny 6 year old boy. And now I’ll tell ya about how he found his new family.

Percy came to the orphanage at 3 years old. His parents were unable to care for him properly although the real reason is unknown. He was a lonely boy in the orphanage playing alone with his wooden trains. He also watches a certain talking trains show. The other children despite how nice he was found him way too strange and some were terrified of his outbursts when he realized something was wrong with his stuff.

When Henry and Charlie entered the play room were all the kids play together the little redhead caught Henry’s eye. He was playing with his favorite engine a little green tank engine. Henry sat down beside him and watched how the little boy pushed the train along the loop. Henry asked him what’s the name of the little engine. Percy with big eyes replies: Percy, just like me! “And what is Percy currently doing?”, Henry asked. “Pulling some trucks!” “He should be careful with those troublesome trucks”, chuckled Henry. “You know Thomas?!”, Percy was flabbergasted. “My mum read it to me when I was sick”, smiled Henry, “I have to go now Percy.” “Mister!” “Yes?” “What’s your name?” “Henry”

After this encounter Henry and Charlie knew Percy was the right one. They traveled to Henry’s parents and got Henry’s old toys and books. His parents had kept everything. The duo painted and decorated the room within a week. And on a Sunday they traveled to the orphanage. Percy was again playing alone with his wooden Percy toy. Henry sat down again like last time and Charlie on the other side. Henry gets out a rather worn down green tender engine and places it on the track. “Hullo, Percy”, he began. The little boy froze. “Don’t be scared Percy. Would you like to come home?” With a shaky voice the little boy answers,” I..I would love to, Henry” Percy lets go of the toy and falls into Henry’s arms. “I…thank you, dad” Charlie meanwhile picked up the engines and rails and put them in a bag. “Percy dear we need to get your clothes”, she says, “can you show me your room so I can do it for you?” “Yes mum!”, with that he jumps up and runs towards the door. “Hurry mum we don’t wanna cause confusion and delay!” “I’m coming, Percy”, Charlie laughs.

Percy loved his new room and all of Henry’s cats. After a bit of suspicion they all regularly come to Percy for cuddles. And every night Henry or Charlie read a story about talking engines that live on an island near England. Donald and Douglas were at first jealous of the little dude, but when they learned that he loved playing pretend and hide and seek they adored him. Especially when he visits them at their heritage railway. They love to give him footplate rides. One thing Henry and Charlie learn is that Percy is afraid of bodies of water he can’t see the bottom of. So teaching him how to swim in the nearby lake was a tough challenge. And was made even tougher after Thomas had pushed Percy into that very same lake.

Percy and Thomas are like frienenmies. Thomas loves to bully Percy who regularly claps back and calls him out for his bad manner. Which offends Thomas who has a very high opinion of himself. Percy loves his new parents to pieces. He’s a sweet little angel although he’s accident prone so Charlie has to patch him up a lot. But that doesn’t stop him from exploring nature with his dad and occasionally visiting his mum at work in the local pub to the delight of the customers.

#ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte #ttte percy #thomas and friends humanized #lore #lore dump #look at him #he’s so cute #Percy is just and innocent little Angel and I love him. #Also yes the RWS and TVS are canon in this AU #Percy must be protected at all cost!