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[darthpastry]

*Slaps Michael on the head* This strange creature can fit so much trauma.

It's time for a character analysis of one of the protagonists of all time! Because what do I do if not overanalyze things and characters we only have crumbs of?

So, childhood. We have pretty few things confirmed about his childhood.

Both he and Evan were tormented with the fear gas from who knows how young.

He bullied Evan.

He killed Evan.

Foxy was his chosen animatronic.

Yep, that's all we have to work with. But that's more than enough!

First of all, shout out to Evan for dealing with the most bullshit and never doing anything wrong in his life (next game comes out and reveals that if he lived, he would've been worse than William or smth and this whole post ages like milk) or afterlife unless you count the Golden Freddy jumpscares, but those feel justified, and this post isn't about him.

Back to Michael. Since all three Afton children were abused, it does make sense why Michael would act out the way he does towards Evan. Heavy emphasis on the fact that reasons are not excuses and that just because reasons behind his actions can be found does not mean it wasn't any less horrible.

Besides that, I don't really have much to say about the bite of 83, it's already gotten a ton attention, so I don't feel the need to analyze it either. It's interesting that we don't what the dynamic between Elizabeth and Michael was, I do like the theory that Elizabeth wasn't around until after the bite, but that's an entirely separate post.

Yeah... that's about all I have to say about his childhood. So, let's just skip ahead for years to FNaF 2's events!

I'm going to be honest and say it's unlikely Jeremy and Michael met during this right off the bat. Sorry, but with how much Mike is treated as a punching bag in canon, it's unlikely he had any friends at this point. The bully gang probably just drifted apart without any hard feelings against each other.

I'm curious about what exactly Michael's age would be at this point, minimum working age is the same, at 14 and considering the workers are paid exactly the minimum wage at the time ($3.35 an hour), I don't doubt William would put Michael to work as soon as possible, and at ten years old the bully group probably would've been able to lift Evan to shove him in Fredbear's mouth, I would say between Michael was probably 14 and at oldest 18, just because due to the sprite design of the bullies and he appears in earlies 20s in SL, which I'm placing 1993, but I'll save that for later.

Sheesh. First time really thinking William just plopping 14-year-olds in that situation for minimum wage. Nothing in comparison to being a serial killer of children, but, still, yikes.

Why was he there? I don't know, actually. I do think he's Fritz Smith, but why he would need a pseudonym or want to work there I haven't a clue. Unless he ran/moved in with Henry (doubt) and was trying spare cash and maybe track down William after hearing about how his sister died and it was six years before he actually caught up to William and that was because William had figured the only way to get Michael off his back was to get rid of him.

And this is already a horribly long post, so if I expound upon this anymore it'll definitely be a part two talking about SL, Springtrap, and the thirty-year time gap. FNaF 3, Pizzeria Sim, and theories about how he could still be around and what he'd be doing in modern FNaF would probably have to be a part three, knowing me.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [32]

chapter thirty-two, act four: somebody else

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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.

October 18th 2016

Adam smiles to himself, watching the huge grin on Tommie’s face as she and her grandfather walk ahead discussing the newest Star Wars movie that’s coming out.

Their nan is beside him, they walk in silence back to the tour bus. Adam looks between his grandparents a few times trying to think of the best way to say what’s come to his mind.

Maggie sighs and looks at him in the corner of her eye, “What Adam?”

“Hmm?”

She raises one of her dark eyebrows, “Tell me what you’re trying to tell me.”

“Why are you guys actually going home?” He asks.

Adam’s not stupid, despite having a lot of the same characteristics one thing he inherited from their maternal grandparents was his observation skills. Whereas Tommie inherited her paternal grandparents' naivety. 

Maggie sighs watching as Tommie skips ahead with Button, Thomas watching on with that proud fatherly look he saves for only her.

“It’s come back.”

Adam pauses, he stares at her, for too long and she nods slowly, “Doctors gave him a year.”

“It’s back?”

She nods, “He wanted to come see you one last time.”

Adams shakes his head, “We- we can stop the tour, I mean, we have money now, nan, we can pay for the best treatments, get him private-”

Maggie shakes her head, “You know he won;t let you do that-”

“What about Tommie?” He asks, “This will break her.”

Maggie keeps quiet, looking forward and Adam shakes his head, “Nan…”

“We’re not telling her-”

“You have to.”

“I want to.” She says honestly, “I want to give her the chance to say goodbye, the chance to be with him, she didn’t have that with her mother. I don’t want to keep another thing away from her.”

“But he won’t?”

She nods slowly, “He refuses to.”

“He was never able to hurt Tommie.”

“Hurt her? This will kill her.”

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Phoebe’s dyed eyebrow is raised higher than usual as Tommie sighs blissfully and wraps her in a hug.

“Uh, you okay?”

“This has been the best day ever.” She grins, bending down to twirl Max around and kiss his little head, “Went for ice cream with nan, Granch and Ads, had a Star Wars marathon, drank a shit ton of dr pepper, ate pizza and even watched all the prequels.”

Phoebe smiles, “We still going to that party?”

She nods quickly, “Oh, fuck, I forgot.”

Phoebe shakes her head in an adoring way as she laughs, “Of course you did.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Raid my closet, I’m planning on wearing the black dress laid out on the bed so don’t have that.”

“Thanks,” She kisses her cheeks as she passes through her kitchen, “Life saver, love you.”

Phoebe hums, shoving some crackers into her mouth as she shares with the two dogs.

“Is Caleb picking you up from here?”

“Um, think I’m meeting him there, can I catch a lift with you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommie settles on a long white and green summer dress that’s been folded and pushed to the back of the American’s wardrobe.

When she steps out, hair let down from the half up hair do it had been in and her docs on Phoebe makes several comments on how good she looks and how lucky Caleb is to have her that causes a blush to rise up her cheeks.

“I forgot I had that dress, you can keep it?”

“Really? I love it.”

Phoebe hums, “Thrifted it when I was in high school, I wore it to a wedding.”

“White to a wedding?”

“It was an aunt who was mean to my mom once.”

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Caleb smiles leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hey, babe, took your time.”

“You having fun?”

He nods, “Get yourself a drink, I’m going to go talk with some friends, catch up with you in a bit.”

Many drinks later, when Phoebe had decided to call it a night and half the party goers had left Caleb was still in some corner with some guys and Tommies sat nursing a double vodka-red bull on a sofa alone.

The sofa dips beside her, a pair of feels landing on the coffee table where her doc martens rest.

“You look as bored as I feel.”

Tommie’s eyes drag up a pair of tanned legs, up a pretty silver dress and land on a mop of dark curly hair.

Her eyes shine brightly as she smiles, assessing Tommie in the same way, “I’m Roxanne.”

Tommie’s mouth opens a few times until she clears her throat and shifts so she’s sitting upright, “Tommie.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommie.”

“Yeah, you too.”

She smiles, pretty teeth revealed once more and Tommie swallows thickly as she watches her lift a fruity drink to her lips.

“Nice night, huh?”

“Beautiful.”

“You look like the moon.” Tommie winces, shaking her head but Roxanna laughs and she internally groans, or moans, she can’t exactly describe the feeling in herself right now. But she does it because even the woman’s laugh is beautiful.

“Thank you. You look like a star.”

Tommie grins at that, she hates the sun, it burns, it’s too warm and she hates when it gets in her eyes.

Stars are beautiful, not always seen but always there.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you, but I can get you one… if you want?”

“I’m good, still got this one.”

“What do you do?” Tommie finds herself asking.

Her heels click as she drops them back to the floor, she shifts and pushes herself back into the sofa, “I own a clothing line.”

“That’s cool.”

She nods, “Yeah, it was my mother and I’s dream to design clothes when I was a kid.”

“You get into it together?”

She hums, “I draw she sews. We make a good team. What about you?”

“I play guitar,” She says, “I’m in a band… I write sometimes too.”

“With your mom?”

“Uh, no, no… my childhood mates.”

They talk for a bit longer… until early hours of the morning, tucked away in the lounge away from the party.

She learns she’s from San Diego, and moved to LA when she was twenty-one a couple years ago. The business took off and they went from a t-shirt company, to a clothing brand partnering with all different celebrities here in LA.

Roxanne’s silver ringed fingers brush hair from Tommie’s face to see her better, she’s just made a comment on how the guys in the music industry in LA rival the childishness of frat boys and Tommie’s drunken mind had found it incredibly funny. Head tilted back on the sofa as she gasps for breath.

Roxanne smiles again and lets her hand rest against her collar bone for a few seconds.

Tommie goes quiet when the fluttering in her stomach is revealed not to be the alcohol like she’d assumed but a swarm of butterflies.

She wets her lips and her eyes soften as Roxanne goes on to tell a story about a guy she hooked up with who was a bassist and gave horrible head. Tommie’s about to butt in with a story of her own when they’re interrupted.

“Hey, Babe.”

Roxanne smiles as she stands, long slender arms wrapping around an equally as beautiful man, “Hey, honey.”

Tommie’s smile slowly fades as she watches them get off for two minutes too long.

Roxanne pulls back and looks down at her, “This is Tommie.”

“Hi.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

He turns back to Roxanne and she sends an apologetic look over his shoulder to the younger girl, “Ready to leave? I’m exhausted.”

She nods, leaning beside Tommie to grab her purse, her hand brushes against the skin of Tommie’s thigh exposed by the slit in the dress.

Tommie’s face flushes at how quick warmth spreads between her legs and she gulps as she clenches her thighs together.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around again?”

She nods, “Hopefully.”

Caleb passes by them, exchanging friendly words with Roxanne’s boyfriend who he seems to know, he leans down to kiss her lips, “Making new friends?”

“Yeah… yeah, new friends.”

“Ready to go?”

His hands land on her waist and she finally drags her eyes away from the silver dress to his, he leans forward to kiss her deeply and she finds herself pulling away, “I’m too drunk to do anything tonight.”

He nods, “You don’t need an excuse, babe, if you’re not up for it just tell me.”

She nods, “I want to, I’m just drunk and don’t want to spew on your dick.”

He laughs with a nod, “Okay.”

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Because this chapter is so short here's a sneak peak of the next one

“One minute.”

“Tom…”

“One minutes to explain or I start hurting people-”

Adam sighs, “Tommie, just wait until Matty’s better-”

“What the fuck is going on!”

“He OD’d.”

Adam and Ross’ heads snap towards George who shrinks back into his seat slowly.

They’d kept it a secret. The three of them. For four fucking years. 

Then George had to open his big gob at the wrong moment.

“George!”

“What?”

“It’s about time she knows!” George defends himself. “I’m tired of keeping this secret if he’s going to be doing this to himself again.”

“Again?”

She pauses, looking around the three of them, “What do you mean aga- again? What do you mean George?”

He stays silent, eyes looking down, “George? G, what do you mean again? Again? Again what? Another OD? This happened before? Again? A-Again? Ads? Again? Ross..? What does again mean?”

She steps back, brows furrowed, breathing uneven as she looks between them all.

Adam stands slowly from the settee, hands outstretched, “Tommie…”

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[talkfastromance4]

An Ashton & Posy Adventure--Luke&Lily oneshot

Just a fun little something before introducing the new baby!

Enjoy!

******

There’s a lot of commotion at the Hemming’s house when Ashton enters the door. Oliver is crying as he follows you around the living room, his arms up wanting to be held. You’re talking softly to him as you pick up toys. Posy is in the kitchen with Petunia trying to teach her tricks by dangling treats. Petunia is barking loudly. It’s Saturday so Lily is over by Cory and Ella’s. 

“Lovie, have you seen my wallet?” Luke appears from the hallway then swiftly scoops Oliver into his arms. He quiets a little but is still reaching for you.

“Should be where you always put it,” you sigh folding up a fuzzy plane blanket, “the kitchen counter. When is–oh! Ashton, how long have you been here?”

The three of you face Ashton, Oliver’s sniffling and rubbing at his eyes.

“Not too long,” Ashton shakes his head with a smile. “You remember me and Posy are spending the day together, right?”

“Of course we did! Sorry–” you take Oliver from Luke and he nestles into your neck– “it’s been a crazy morning.”

“Hey bug,” Luke calls to Posy, “did you see who’s here?”

“Huh? UNCA ASH!”

She drops the treats for Petunia who gobbles them up and Posy runs towards Ashton. He lifts her in his arms for a big hug, her little arms wrapped around his neck tightly. 

“Hi little one, are you ready for our adventure day?”

“Yes!”

“Go get your shoes, Pose,” you tell her. You’re bouncing Oliver and rubbing at his back. He hasn’t been feeling well and has been signing ‘hold me’ for the last week. He also has been tugging at his ears so you think he has an ear infection but you have to wait until Monday to go see the doctor. 

Ashton sets Posy down and she runs to her room.

“Does she have a bag?” Ashton asks.

“Yeah. It’s got extra clothes, some snacks, and her water bottle,” Luke moves into the kitchen to grab her red backpack. “Which beach are you going to?”

“Big Rock. They have cool tide pools she’ll like and we can collect rocks and shells.”

“She’ll love that,” you smile and kiss the side of Oliver’s head.

“Little guy’s still not feeling well?” Ashton pouts approaching you. He cocks his head to look at his nephew then rubs his curls atop his head. 

“No, so he’s extra cuddly,” you hum.

“I’m sure mama’s cuddles help a ton, huh buddy? How’re you doing?”

“Great! I’ve got a ton of energy all of a sudden so I’ve been cleaning the house.”

“Luke says you’ve got the crib set up in Oli’s room?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “With my due date happening in a little less than a month it’s too late to house hunt. Crystal keeps sending me links though so maybe after a few months we can go look at some.”

“And he’s still not talking?”

“Not yet. His hearing is fine, so that’s good. But with him being a preemie, he’s just taking a little bit more time,” you smile and stroke his cheek lovingly. 

“I’m ready! I have my matching hat!” Posy announces and she plops her green bucket hat on her head. She always stole Ashton’s. She also has her own small backpack, some books, and a bright blue mesh bag. In her excitement some of her books fell to the floor.

“You don’t need your whole room, little one,” Ashton giggles then makes his way over to his niece to help her pick up the books. 

“They’re books of rocks and shells! And I got a rock collecting bag,” she explains holding up the blue mesh bag.

“She’s been looking forward to your adventure day for weeks,” you smile. Your voice is softer now because Oliver has fallen asleep.

“I’ve been looking forward to it, too,” he smiles down at Posy. “Let’s take two books, okay? Which ones do  you want?”

She selects the one about shells and a Bluey book.

“Perfect. Ready to go, munchkin?” Ashton asks.

He gathers her things while she says goodbye to you and Luke. Once she’s settled in her carseat Ashton presses play on her favorite playlist and starts the thirty minute drive to the beach. Posy fills him in about school and her karate class and how Oliver can sign her name now.

“Where’s Auntie Kay?” she asks kicking her feet.

“She’s away taking pictures for her job, she’ll be home soon.”

“Can we have a sleepover again?”

“That’s a great idea and I know Auntie Kay will love it. We’re almost to the beach, Po.”

When they arrive, they use the bathroom first and then carry all of their beach belongings. Ashton mainly has everything until they find a spot in the sand. It’s a nice warm day with a cool breeze from the ocean.

“Can I take off my shoes?” Posy asks while he weighs down the blanket with some rocks.

“The water might be a little cold,” Ashton warns.

“I’m tough,” she plants her hands on her hips and has a little scowl on her face. 

Ashton can’t help but laugh because she looks exactly like you and Luke right now.

“Okay, we’ll try it. But if it is too cold we’ll both put our shoes back on. Deal?”

“Okay!”

With her mesh bag slung over her shoulders, niece and uncle walk along the sand holding hands. They collect a lot of shells and rocks and Posy loves wading into the water feeling the sand squish between her toes. They read her books together and enjoy their snacks while watching birds fly across the water. 

She even steals his phone and they have a small photoshoot with each other. Posy places her shells on his forearms so they’re in the circles of his moons and takes a picture of that as well. After a few hours they walk along the beach again.

“What’s that?” she gasps suddenly stopping.

“What’s what?”

“That noise!” 

She lets go of his hand and runs to a small forested area. Ashton runs after her, eying the place to make sure nothing dangerous was hidden inside. He hears something that sounds like chirping.

“It’s a nest!” she gasps and gets on her knees to crawl inside.

“Posy!” Ashton tries to grab her feet but she’s in the underbrush and he gets on all fours to follow her. “You need to be careful, you don’t know what’s in here.”

“Look! It’s baby birds!” 

The two of them gaze at a nest that is clearly broken. There’s only one small bird inside and Ashton knows it’s a little duckling. His eyes gaze around to see broken shells and racoon prints. The one small duck is chirping softly beneath the sand, sticks and leaves. 

“Hi buddy,” Posy greets softly and picks him up in her small hands. “Look, Unca Ash!” 

“Very nice,” Ashton says. He’s distracted trying to find the mother duck but it’s silent. Was the duckling abandoned? “Let’s go back to the blanket.”

They scramble out of the brush and back onto the sand, Posy is still holding the duckling. 

“He likes me!” she smiles gleefully as the duck fits comfortably in her hold. “We need to take care of him.”

“I don’t–” 

“Please? He’s only a baby,” Posy pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Ashton sighs.

“Okay. But let’s take him back to my house, okay?”

“Yay!” She skips away and Ashton has a fleeting thought of yours and Luke’s faces if Ashton brought back a duckling to their house. 

***

Posy found things around his house to put the duckling in, an old fish tank with newspaper on the bottom and a small dish of water. While he put away the beach things she went out in the backyard in search of worms to feed the duck. To Ashton’s astonishment, the little yellow bird followed her around in the grass. He then searched on his phone what to do to take care of a duckling but stopped so he could take video of the duck following Posy.

According to Google, ducks can imprint on humans if they’re the first thing they see and that little duck followed Posy everywhere. Ashton had her pose for pictures which he sent to you and Luke. 

“I love him, Unca Ash,” Posy giggles and nuzzles her nose against the ducks soft fuzzy head.

“What are you going to name him?”

“Philbert.”

“That’s the best name ever.”

Little did he know how deep and true the imprinting would be because when it was time to take Posy home, Philbert went ballistic in the fish tank. Ashton hoped you and Luke wouldn’t be too mad about bringing home a stray duck.

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[terabyteturtle]

Fighter #08 - Pikachu

- He has a giant slinky collection. According to Pikachu, one can never have too many slinkies.

- Pit originally thought he was a reincarnation of Zeus, so when they first met, the young angel talked to him as if they knew each other. It was really awkward until Red (Pokemon Trainer) finally came in to explain the situation.

- Pikachu loves listening to heavy metal. He and Kirby really want to see Mastodon live.

- He has his own cat tower to climb on when he has extra energy.

- Despite his adorable appearance and cheerful attitude, this little dude can be a little hot-headed sometimes. He's quick to become angry with those who are rude toward him or his friends.

- Spring is his favorite season. He loves the warm weather, the sounds of busy bees, and the vibrant colors of newly blossomed flowers.

- Belly rubs are his favorite! No matter what, they never fail to make him happy.

- Pikachu always wants to go on adventures. Whether he's going somewhere new or just roaming around the mansion grounds, he's ready and raring to go.

- Pikachu and the kids play outside together almost all the time.

- In his free time, he enjoys training at the gym. His favorite things to do are lifting small weights and running on the treadmill.

- He has tons of Pikachu friends, including Cosplay Pikachu. Whenever they all hang out, a lightning storm appears.

- He's not the original Pikachu. The original was actually his older brother, who evolved into a Raichu and retired when Brawl rolled around. 

- On that note, he was the original Pichu until he evolved during Brawl. The current Pichu is his brother, who is the youngest of the three. The two write letters to their older brother to check in every now and then.

- Pikachu takes two thirty-minute naps a day—one in the morning and another late in the afternoon.

- He once broke into Little Mac's stash of energy drinks because he was curious about how they tasted. He drank one and didn't sleep for three days.

- He loves wearing warm clothes. Zelda got him a hat and scarf for Christmas and he didn't stop wearing them until spring came.

- Sometimes, Cosplay Pikachu will join a few battles just for fun. Leaf (female Pokemon Trainer) brings her female Pikachu and she'll join in too. More often than not, the three are on a team together. They're all best friends and have known each other for a really long time.

- Every year, Pikachu is in charge of coordinating the Pokken Tag Tournament, an event in which Pokemon team up and battle against each other.

- He loves to cook with Red. Whenever they're in charge of making food, it always ends up looking like a Pokemon. One time, they made sandwiches for a picnic, but somehow made them look like Arceus. Not only did they look great, but they tasted great too.

- Pikachu secretly hopes Red and Leaf get together. They keep insisting that they’re just friends, but he thinks they’re a great match for each other.

- After his matches, he likes hanging out in the spa room. He’s a sucker for a good soak in the hot tub. 

- Ryu and Ken inspire him. He’s been begging them to teach him how to use Shotokan-style karate.

- He loves making wishes. Even if he knows it won’t come true, it’s still fun for him to do. If there's a wishbone, he'll crack it. If there's a shooting star, he'll wish upon it. If there’s a dandelion, he’ll blow on it until all of the seeds are gone.

- He had a big magic phase when he was younger. Every once and a while, he’ll pull out his old wand and cape and do magic tricks for Pichu.

- There's an old oak tree outside of the mansion that Pikachu loves to visit. He likes to climb all the way up and look out across the mansion grounds. He’ll often watch the sunset up there with Cosplay Pikachu. When he can't sleep, he'll go out there and stare at the moon. If Samus is up and about that night, she'll usually find Pikachu snoring away at the top of the tree. When this happens, she'll climb up and bring him down gently. Pikachu's a pretty heavy sleeper, so she doesn't worry too much about waking him up.

- Pikachu and Cosplay Pikachu tag team it during wrestling matches in the Boxing Ring, and they usually end up dominating the competition. (Again, why are there wrestling matches happening in the Boxing Ring? Someone should be regulating this stuff.)

- Under no circumstance is Pikachu allowed to go grocery shopping unless accompanied by another fighter. He's been involved in several street fights in the back alley (none of which were his fault), not to mention he's almost been kidnapped twice.

- Red and his Pikachu always train with Leaf and her Pikachu.

- He can not walk on slippery floors. Despite being a quick and cunning little thing, he doesn't have the best balance.

- If tasked with cleaning the floor, he'll use his whole body to scrub it instead of using a sponge. He's then forced to take a bath after.

- Whenever Mario makes Italian food, Pikachu is the first one in line. To him, Mario’s signature spaghetti and meatballs is to die for.

- He and Diddy Kong enjoy watching professional dancing on TV. Diddy Kong watches it for the cool and graceful dance moves, while Pikachu watches it because he thinks the girls are pretty.

- Squirtle and Ivysaur are his comfort buddies. When he's sad, they’re there to cheer him up.

- Cosplay Pikachu really wants to teach him how to wrestle, but he’d rather do karate.

- Pikachu is extremely protective over all of his friends. If anybody tries to mess with them, they’ll get the shock of a lifetime.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Road to Viridian City. It fills him with nostalgia while also making him very cheerful.

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[littlestpersimmon]

are all these really sweet/tender pieces of Radinta and Darenya from before whatever causes them to become exes/enemies/nemesis? and why the clash 🥺 Darenya just wants a healing sword right.. Radinta be a sweet bf and helpp him 👉👈

Some of them are from before they had a falling out, and the others are from after ;)

Darenya was a stillbirth. He would be the only child of Abintan who is biological, so his mother, Saranggi took Darenya from his burial cot when he was only a few minutes in the world. She ran across the forest, to the holy tree of which she was named after, the Saranggita, where mothers would go take their stillborn and lift them towards the Saranggita, and beg for them back. The saranggita drips divine sap, where it would anoint the brows of the children, and call them back. Not all come back. That night, only Darenya came back, and it was said that the cries from him resounded across the forest.

Children who came back from the call of the tree are called Amsara children, and they usually only live up to their late twenties to early thirties, so Darenya wants to cling to life as much as possible, fight for what he thinks is right. He is from a small village of indigenous folk, but he grew up well-educated and cherished by his father and siblings, and never wanted for anything. Darenya was also a gifted child, born with this type of magic called Kaharnan- magic where one's breathing has a physical force to it. Imagine mustering enough power in your lungs to whistle/ blow out enough force to navigate an ancient stone ship weighing tons and tons out of a small planet's atmosphere. The most powerful Karharnan can wipe out a city in a single breath.

Radinta, on the other hand, grew up in a sundering called Sasaban, an occupied land where "the sky is ablaze and never blue, and the oceans and rivers are poisoned", as a child his family and older brothers were never kind to him, being the youngest son in a family of six other sons and one sister, no father and one very irate and agitated mother. Radinta was sold into slavery as payment of taxes to the wealthier folk of Sasaban, who in turn passed over Radinta to the occupiers of Sasaban. And Radinta was paid over to the Sanjata as "tithing".. which confused the Sanjata, who had no concept of slavery. Radinta was eight. The Sanjata were kind to Radinta, as they were a communal folk, Radinta was free to become a child of the village, but he grew very close to Narakan, Darenya's older sister, and eventually he befriended Darenya and Humadsan too.

Darenya always had a bit of a crush on Radinta, he's very handsome, with very black hair and a beautiful nose, and well-formed lips, and he was Very Tall. Radinta liked Renya back, but his demeanor is so "serious" (really, just awkward) that Renya could never tell if Dinta liked him back. Dinta is just one of those people who genuinely do not Know that they're very very attractive, so when people are flustered around him or stumble, his reaction is just to be concerned and CONFUSION ?? ? ? ¿¿¿¿ causing Narakan and the Kalimbahin to roll their eyes because Dinta is just HOPELESS.

Radinta and Darenya both believe in similar things, they want Sasaban to be free, and they both want the sanjata left alone, and they both want freedom for their people, but since Darenya is ~dying~ his manner of approaching these desires is more direct, unstable, more passionate, while Radinta clings to the safety and stability in life he found in his adulthood, and he does find his way to a relationship with Renya, which he treasures, because he had always wanted a family, and he vowed he would never be like his parents. There are some plot points that happen I can't say yet, but Darenya goes into very deep trouble with the rajah, and he has only one shot left in life only because Dinta managed to calm down the Rajah. By the time he's 24, he would be pregnant (Darenya is a trans guy) and excited to be a parent, while Dinta is just sick with worry. Darenya, being Darenya cannot get out of trouble, and some enormous secret is revealed to Darenya, and the secret revealed that Dinta had betrayed him in a terrible way, which I can't say because it would spoil too much of the story.. let's just say that betrayal is related to a very certain sword. Anyway, Darenya is pissed, hormonal, so he goes to the docks and destroys a dragon ship. Dragonships are, literally, fossilized dragons. Each dragon ship finds a captain to bond with, and not anyone can just captain a dragon ship. Karharnan is one of the strictest magics in the world, and much self discipline is required to tame a dragon ship :'l it is incredibly taboo for a captain of Karharnan to be violent, and when Darenya blows out a breath hard, it shatters the dragonship and frees the spirit of the dragon trapped inside, causing it to go on a rampage. From the distance of the city port, when the dragon was losing its shit, Renya saw Radinta walking towards him, his expression blank, but his eyes totally heartbroken and disappointed.

The Rajah was pissed, naturally. And no matter how much Dinta and Narakan begged, the Rajah sentenced Renya to death :/

They tied Darenya to the only surviving part of the dragon ship they salvaged, which was its mast. Tied him in such a way so that his body was forced into a kneeling position, and they cut his hair. (In Visayan cultures, cutting one's hair was the highest form of punishment)

Tied to the mast, Darenya, 7 months pregnant, was forced to crawl, on his knees, from the city of Ivory, up beyond its hills, beyond its rivers, to the highest peak, where the mechanical God, Harilunan dwelled, said to protect the God king, who, in this case, would be the Rajah. Darenya would make this pilgrimage to beg for forgiveness.

Darenya crawled for days, and by the time he had made it to Harilunan, he had miscarried. The last of his strength he used to curse the Rajah and all the rulers of Hidlawonen, "and all who are faithful to them" and he died.

But! The story of the lord of gentle swords is "the tale of an undead prince whose story should have ended on the day he was executed" so..! ;)

Check out my tag if anything here is confusing hehe

#the lord of gentle swords

[youllallriseintheink]

Bendy’s First Train Ride

A one-off request for @theluckoftheclaws: Post-BATDR, Adurey takes Bendy to the train station to learn about one of his favourite things in the real world.

After this, I’ll be back to working on “The Infiltrator.” I hope you all enjoy this!

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It was a beautiful day in the early fall, the cool breeze perfectly balancing out the warm sun. As Audrey enjoyed the weather, she watched as Bendy played with a little boy who looked to be about five years old. They were knelt on the wooden platform of the train station, drawing, and the boy seemed to be perfectly relaxed in Bendy’s presence. Audrey loved to see that.

Bendy tapped the boy’s shoulder, getting his attention. Then, he held up his pencil like a showman about to do a trick and stuck the pencil in his mouth. He swallowed, lifted up his vest, stuck his hand into his stomach as though it were fluid, and took out the pencil, holding it up as though to say, “ta-da!”

The little boy burst into tears and ran to his mom, who was seated a bench away from Audrey.

Bendy looked at Audrey helplessly, and Audrey went to go pick him up.

Bendy buried his head into Audrey’s chest. I thought he’d love that, he communicated to her. She didn’t know how he could do that, just that he’d always been able to.

“I know. I know,” she whispered to him.

Suddenly, a woman appeared in front of Audrey, the little boy Bendy had been playing with holding her hand. “Excuse me,” she interjected, tone sharp, “what is that thing, and why are you letting it around children?”

Audrey put a protective arm around Bendy and looked the woman in the eyes. “He’s a child. That’s why I’m letting him around children.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. He makes people uncomfortable.”

“Maybe his right to exist in public is more important than your comfort, and you’re just going to have to get used to him.” Audrey put Bendy down and started walking. “Come on, Bendy.”

Once they were out of the woman’s earshot, Audrey spoke up again. “Sorry about that. But hey, you know what we’re here for, right?”

Bendy’s eyes lit up. Trains!

“That’s right! I checked the train schedule. Our train is coming at one, but starting at noon, there’s going to be a different train coming by here every fifteen minutes. And it’ll be noon in...” Audrey checked her watch. “Twenty minutes. We probably have time to hit the candy store if we hustle.”

Bendy nodded vigorously.

Soon, the two of them were exiting the candy store and the first train was beginning to chug by. A block or so away from the train station, they decided to watch it from where they were. Its engine car was red and black, and it was followed by numerous cars that were red and rectangular. Bendy was transfixed.

“That’s a grain train,” Audrey explained. “It’s probably headed for a flour mill somewhere to grind tons and tons of wheat into flour. And then the flour will be taken to stores across the country so we can bake with it.”

Without taking his eyes off the roaring vehicle, Bendy nodded to show that he was paying attention.

Soon, the caboose had gone by, and Bendy and Audrey were walking back to the station together. They took a seat on the bench and let the next fifteen minutes pass in peace as Bendy licked his lollipop and took peeks at Audrey’s watch every thirty seconds. Maybe she ought to get him a cheap watch sometime soon- one she wouldn’t sweat if he lost.

The next train came by three minutes late (though to Bendy it might as well have been hours). Behind its red engine car was a seemingly endless string of black cylindrical cars.

Can we ride in that one? Bendy asked. It looks like the ones we have in the ink realm!

“No. That one transports oil. The next one will be a passenger train, though. It’ll even stop for long enough for us to take a look at it.”

So it was, and so they did. Once the passenger train came to a halt, Bendy was off like a bullet. Audrey had to run and scoop him up so that he wouldn’t get underfoot of all the people lining up to get on. Audrey suppressed horror as she felt Bendy begin to grow and melt so that he could escape her arms and be free to look at trains as closely as he wanted.

“No. Bendy, people are watching!” Audrey whispered to him. He’d gotten as heavy and cumbersome as a large dog and was still growing. Audrey glanced around nervously, catching the curious and judgemental eyes of a few men and women. “I’ll take you around to look at the train, okay? I just don’t want you to get hurt. If you get hurt, you’ll have to regenerate in the studio, and we won’t get to ride the train.”

Reluctantly, Bendy shrank back into his toon form, leaving not a spot of ink on Audrey.

Wheels first? Bendy requested. Audrey took him over to where the wheels were and knelt down so that he could get a good look at the coupling rods and other metal parts that Audrey couldn’t name. After a minute or so, he pointed at the diesel engine, and they went to look at it. And then the counterbalance. And then a metal box on the cab that Audrey couldn’t name. She’d read up a little on trains for Bendy’s sake, but she was by no means an expert.

The train left. Fifteen minutes later, their train arrived, and Bendy was practically bouncing up and down at the prospect of actually riding a train. They boarded and found their seats.

“Alright, now, Bendy. I should warn you: riding on a train can actually be pretty boring. It’s like riding in the car except that I’ll have my hands free to play with you. And I brought you some books.”

Audrey dug out Bendy’s books. Aside from his train almanac, he had a few colouring books mixed in with a famous artist’s guide on pencil drawings, a pocket encyclopedia, and a few children’s chapter books. Bendy accepted them eagerly.

“Are you ready to hear where we’re going?” Audrey asked.

Bendy nodded and whistled.

“We’re going to see a couple that will be very happy to see you. One of them is named Allison Connor. She’s a voice actress who loved the ink machine and the idea of creating life. She’s going to be really happy to see that two happy and healthy beings came out of it. And then there’s Thomas Connor. He’s going to be so relieved when I tell him the machine is in good hands, and that no one’s hurting because of it anymore."

Bendy frowned and gave a nervous whistle. It was the reaction Audrey expected- Bendy didn’t like meeting new people very much. It rarely went well.

“Hey, it’s okay. They know what to expect, so they’re not going to stare at you and ask weird questions like some other people do. And I’ll be with you the whole time. They’ll like you, so long as you behave. Can you promise you’ll behave?”

Bendy nodded, slightly less nervous now.

“Good. They’ll even have rabbits for you to pet.”

The train cranked into motion. Audrey looked out the window as the train left the station, beginning to chug along the tracks, occasionally looking over to Bendy as he took in the landscape. She’d mostly had Bendy in her workplace or at home before, sometimes the park, so this was the most of the world he’d ever seen. Hopefully one day the world would be accepting enough for him to go to school. One day. But for now, all she could do was to stay on the path of making everything right again.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #baby bendy #audrey drew #allison pendle #Thomas Connor #my fanfiction

[rexismycopilot]

Babes let me tell you the last few days at work have been an entire shit show I’m like literally can’t even so I’m here to tell you about my thoughts on Anakin and Obi wan at the gym

Listen the 24 hour gym is literally free serotonin hit at literally any time of the day how ever many times you want in a day for ten dollars a fucking month. Like Anakin gets hooked on going all the time quickly (especially because he gets horny after the gym and Obi wan is always horny for him especially after the gym and who’s passing up orgasm serotonin on top of gym serotonin? Not Anakin.)

Obi wan isn’t always free to go to the gym whenever he wants to go so anakin ropes Ayala into going. There are these TikToks of friends going to the gym with the sound of “He might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was eleven inches” while working out and that is them. Like mind ya business and keep your headphones on the gym is for gossip and gains babes

If they get a home gym anakin is not allowed a shirt to work out in. And he has to wear his cage because core work outs are regular. (Listen maybe this is too kinky? Idk but obi wan just sitting there watching anakin do his work outs. Anakin getting more and more squirmy cause he can see Obi wan’s dick getting harder just from watching and it’s making anakin feel so desperate but he has to keep doing his work out so daddy can get off because he likes watching his boy work out)

And a POOL Like I said Anakin on the Beach rights but Anakin by the Pool rights as well. Especially when he lifts himself up and he’s just dripping water like a green god all tanned skin and lighter hair, because fucking hell anakin spends a shit ton of time out side now and his hair is lighter and his skin is darker and it makes obi wan feral (anakin taped a design right where his swim trunks land on his waist and now he has a little sun there thats paler than the rest of his skin and obi wan has yet to recover come that Christmas)

But since we’re at the pool Obi wan does burn he stays in the shade while anakin splashes in the water but that doesn’t stop the Freckles. Anakin has to hold back dropping to his knees every second of the damn summer because his daddy’s shoulders are speckled to high heaven and there’s even some across his nose that use to be so light and now they’re prominent and his daddy just looks so good

They obviously end up fucking in the pool probably late at night? Or maybe when they know their neighbors are on vacation

Oh wait! I thought of this today while stretching with my friend.

Anakin hates stretching after or before workouts his daddy has a hard line about stretching and warming up once he realizes that it could cause an injury or cramps if you don’t and he makes anakin do it by himself, but he always helps anakin stretch after (at home) because one it’s an excuse to tease anakin with firm touches to sensitive areas and “I don’t know why you’re acting like this anakin I’m just helping you stretch out.” But during the whole thirty seconds obi wan is pushing his right knee up to his chest his other hand is gently smoothing back and forth closer and closer to his cock and hole. Anakin is panting and whimpering a pleading for obi wan to please please please fuck him.

Okay, I know this ask has a lot of great ideas in it, but my mind decided to 100% focus on the pool.

I don't know why I never thought of them having a pool (probably because it's pretty rare where I live where it's just cold all the damn time)

OKAY BUT Anakin spending a lot of time spending and outside and Obi-Wan diligently applying sunscreen and watching Anakin from his poolside chair as he reads. ripriprip rex 🫠

And also, the freckles that Obi-Wan would get!!! Omg! I'm losing my mind. Also at the late night pool sex. Also at Obi-Wan watching Anakin clean the pool.

Now onto the gym ideas!! My brain has also latched on to Aayla and Anakin going to the gym together! Two besties working out together, complaining, being silly.

And Anakin gets to take all that home to Obi-Wan 🥺 And also, imagine how proud Plo would be too because working out is supposedly good for mental health (i call bs because to me working out is actual torture, but maybe it'll go better for Anakin lmao)

but also Obi-Wan making anakin do a bunch of pushups while Obi-Wan just casually jerks off and anakin is not allowed to stop until he physically can't anymore

#ask #lielullabye #fifty shades au #obikin #spicy

[rantsintechnicolor]

Gross

I have a question for you. Are you afraid of homeless people?

What does that mean, homeless? 

A woman visited our tasting room with her husband recently and said she is looking to buy a house in our inflated real estate market. She is a person who is able to rent, but I heard her call themselves homeless. And in nearly the same breath this rich (maybe not rich, but definitely more financially stable) white woman said they moved away from their house on the American River where there are too many homeless people (granted, they also said they were older and wanted to move to a place that didn’t have stairs). Poor woman. Poor poor woman. 

She is one type of homeless; she lives in a place she does not yet think of as home. I’ve stopped mentioning to people how we are homeless, because I have started to call it home, this place where we sleep and where our cat lives in Michael’s spare room. We have a safe place to sleep under the roof of some folks that love us, and we help by paying less than half but more than a third of the rent. I still don’t really think of it as home though I feel welcome there. A second home maybe.

Michael did save us. But what if he hadn’t? We would have had to rely on my parents who live out of town. And how long would that support have lasted given their fixed incomes? We would have had to pack up shop and sell the business and move out of the area, after working so hard to build the business, after putting our entire savings into it, after working seven days a week eight to eleven hours a day. We have built it and it cultivates community here. We have added something to the character of this town, this town that won’t take care of its residents, this town that does not enforce ordinances to protect its residents from getting kicked out of their apartment by folks that bring in shit tons of money from out of town. 

Homeless used to mean people without shelter. That’s mostly what it means when it isn’t co-opted by white women who move away from actual homeless people, actual houseless people, actual shelterless people. And these shelterless folk, she is afraid of them. We are afraid of them. 

Why are we afraid of them? Because they are crazy. 

Why are they crazy? Poverty makes you crazy. 

Do you want to say that they were probably crazy before? And does that make them unworthy of shelter? In response, I would wonder aloud what makes you the expert on who is unworthy of shelter, fresh water, healthy food, fucking healthcare, and a chance to make something of themselves, that benefits their community, and lifts up the people of this nation as a whole? 

Is shelter a human right? If it is, the United States lawmakers and people who want to defund public assistance are committing crimes against humanity. 

I’m still so angry about what happened to us. I’ve kept that anger warm and nurtured it in peoples thoughts every thirty-six days with an instagram post and a daily instagram story. I mean to remind people how close we came. I don’t think they believe we ever came close. And they can look at the last 144 days, this gross of days, as proof that we didn’t. It doesn’t work that way, folks. That’s the reasoning that keeps people still believing that “the storm is coming” to take down a cabal of satan worshiping pedophiles that rule Washington and Hollywood. That reasoning is all hogwash.

I’ve asked people how they think we solve the problem of housing, how do we get a more fair system so that working folk don’t have to worry about ending up on the street? I’ve floated some ideas. Which started arguments. No doubt, it is a complicated problem, but we owe it to each other to find a solution. So we can be better. So they can be better parents. So they can think easier. So they can be less reactionary. So we can all have the future we all fucking deserve. Because we do. All of us do. All of us are worthy. 

What would you be willing to give up if you never had to worry about housing again? What would you be willing to give up if all your friends and relatives could be safe from the street? How much would you be willing to give up to not be afraid of homeless people? Because if we all had housing, there wouldn’t be any homeless people to fear. Think about that. Think about if all your neighbors could breathe easy, think clearly, and get the help they need and ask for? Would there be more kindness, more generosity? Doesn’t that sound like a world we need to get to?

#renovation eviction #gentrification #community death #who is worthy #housing is a human right #clean water is a human right #healthcare is a human right #houseless #shelterless #homeless #this is the rant you have all been waiting for #big fucking rant #rant

[gotatext]

JUDE & NAOMI — DAY THIRTY-THREE.

location :   bedroom.

time :     late afternoon / early evening.

description :   jude lets naomi play dress up. she’s everything, he’s just ken.

featuring :    naomi  /   @heatwayve​

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“do you reckon hawaiian or paisley?” jude asks, eyes finding naomi’s in the mirror. he’s holding two shirts up in front of himself chopping and changing like a paper dress-up doll.  “hawaiian shirt guy is like, guy who works in recruitment and is here to party. paisley’s like, chill dude who works in the arts and drinks merlot. i dunno what vibe i'm feeling tonight.” 

naomi santos

“ew,” naomi sits up from where she’s been laid out on the bed. she’s not much of a napper, but she didn’t get a ton of sleep last night, needed to lay down a bit. but now people are filing into the bedroom, starting to get ready for the evening, and it seems like now she’s awake to help school the fashionably challenged. “are those your only two options? hawaiian print and paisley?” he hasn’t sold either of them very well, to be honest. “let me see,” she gets up, wandering over to his wardrobe and hip-checking him out of the way a little and thumbing through the options he’s got hanging up for shirts. christ, it’s grim. “maybe you should just keep it simple tonight. do you have anything that’s like…one color?”

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s eyes dart down at the two options in front of him, suddenly sheepish, hoping to god the colour hasn’t risen in his cheeks. “yeah?” he answers, sounding unsure. honestly, jude had nabbed most of the shirts with fun patterns on their first day, but most of them suited angel more. “i just think patterns are fun. sorry that you hate fun.”  jude makes a dramatic display of being knocked out of the path of her hip thrust, stumbling back from the wardrobe to give her space, the two shirts held limply in his hands like a sports day rosette for ‘taking part’. lips pursed, he scans across the hangers of the shirts, trying to ascertain if any of them lack a print. it’s slim pickings. “i’ve got like, a red corduroy shirt. that could work. it’s just a bit… y’know. i mean aren’t plain colours a bit dry?” naomi might know more about fashion, but jude has his own sense of style. 

naomi santos

"i don't hate fun! just this shit is loud, what is this?" she asks, holding up one of the shirts, "saturday night fever? no." she gives him a look, an exaggerated roll of her eyes as jude stumbles back like he's performing for a football foul. "maybe if you have a nice, like, artistic pattern or something? just not the fucking paisley," naomi implores him. she's not trying to cramp his style completely, just trying to keep him from strutting out there like bob pinciotti. though judging by the volume in the room last night, jenny doesn't seem to really mind either way – though maybe she's gone blind. "it's too hot out for corduroy." she resists the urge to punctuate that with, duh. amazes her how helpless boys can be sometimes.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

honestly, most of jude’s clothes are louder than on the outside, hoarded as part of his eBay haul on the first day of casa, and probably to compensate for his lack of a personality. adidas jackets and a pair of knock off levi’s don’t really cut it in the villa where everyone else is in vivienne westwood and bloody gucci. “don’t shit on saturday night fever. john travolta’s like… he’s like… an icon or some shit.” though his best role’s probably hairspray. the amount of times jude had to sit through that film as a teenager to placate his sister siobhan… insane. “also! bee gees… they’re from manc.” lifting his hand, he jabs his thumb towards himself. although technically they’re from cholton-cum-hardy where you’d pay eight quid for a schooner of ale when you could get a pint for two pound seventy down the road at spoons. posh fucks. “fine then. if my taste is so shit, you chose my outfit.” honestly, it’s not a bad idea. this could even be fun, movie montage style — he'll come out of the wardrobe in flippers and a snorkel to the sound of a canned laugh track. “bet you’d love to play dress up with me.” because she’s controlling, or whatever the current locker room narrative about naomi is. he doesn’t know much about what happened with her and josh last night, only that he probably got his ass handed to him. “how was the hideaway?” jude asks, slotting the two shirts back into the wardrobe, turning to lean his shoulder against the mirror and face her. “what’s it actually like in there? is it gaudy as fuck?”

naomi santos

she wrinkles her nose, "stop, danny zuko rights maybe, but john travolta is totally gross." she can say that because she's met him. or maybe that's especially why she shouldn't say it. whatever. "that's your style icon? the bee gees?" she asks with a laugh, eyebrows arching, "god, you need more help than i originally thought." even though he's the one who'd actually asked. all she knows about the bee gees is that it's disco, and abba is more fun anyway. naomi tries to contain the excitement that shines in her eyes when jude says that she can dress him up, because this is precisely the kind of thing that's fun for her, lizzie mcguire fashion show montage with ru paul playing in the background. and yeah, she is a bit controlling. "seriously?" alright, she smiles at him before turning around rifle through his things in the closet. he's got the worst of it, all the odds and ends of an already picked-through eBay stash, the leftovers no one wants. it's a good thing that naomi likes a challenge. she tosses him one of the shirts, "try this," she says, rifling through to dig up some kind of jean jacket, which might not even be jude's, "– oh, and this. and maybe..." she tosses him another shirt with a pattern she finds mildly acceptable. it all depends on what he's got for shoes. "oh, yeah," naomi replies, flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she turns around, deciding to stop when she notices the pile of options she's already chucked at him. "it's like. the bratz doll coke lounge. barbie's dream sex dungeon," she snorts. "you jealous?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

jude’s “wow” is more from astonishment at her reaction than any of the options she’s tossing him (and there’s a lot of options). if he’d known giving her free reign over his styling choices was all it took to squeeze a smile out of her, he’d have done this sooner. admittedly, it stings a little that she thinks his choice in clothes is whack. jude had always considered himself to be pretty stylish, but maybe it is time to trade in the adidas tracksuits for something more chic — which is what he’d been trying to accomplish with the patterned shirts, but it’s clearly backfired. on the outside, he’s more of a t-shirt and jeans on a night out kinda guy, simple and non-flashy, with a coloured overshirt if he’s feeling fun. “sex dungeon. woah,” jude repeats, eyes wide like one of those cat clocks whose pupils move on each tick. “jealous? of josh? no.” he answers quickly, catching another one of the shirts she tosses him and adding it to the pile of shit laid over his arm. it feels like shopping for siobhan’s prom dress all over again. “of you guys getting a night in the hideaway? yeah kinda. feel like jenny and i would proper thrive in there.” noting that his pile of shit is probably enough to be getting on with, he dumps them on the bed and pulls his current shirt up over his head. “y’want me to like, change in the hallway and walk in so you get the full effect of the fit, or just… do it in front of you?” he’s not uncomfortable with her watching him change—it would feel weird asking her to turn her back when he’s seen her in a bikini like, every day—but it dulls the effect somewhat if she’s just watching him fiddle with the buttons. “or i could try and change inside the wardrobe. pop out like one of those figures in a cuckoo clock, the sound of music style.” he reckons naomi’s probably into all that singing and dancing shit like his sister is. 

naomi santos

she snorts at that, "i meant of josh because he won a night in hideaway,"  though insinuating jude wants her is more of a funny bit than anything now, 'cause she adds, "the lad doth protest too much, huh?" quirks an eyebrow as she anticipates his firm denial. probably just as speedy as the last one. if he hesitates three times, he might invoke jenny like beetlejuice. "you would, though. you guys really get on, huh?" it's a fond question, though maybe a callback to everyone's early disbelief in them. naomi's never felt quite like that, jude's interest in jenny has always been clear to her. she just didn't enjoy how the romi thing transpired. "jude," she cracks up at the way he seems to overthink it, mirth shining in her eyes as her nose crinkles. "you're insane. i can just turn around," she says, half-pivoting on her heel before she stops, "though if you want to try the whole superman thing in the wardrobe, it might look pretty fun..." great fodder for unseen bits, really. "captain von trapp was my first crush, actually." as he should be.

#i really wanted to do more of this thread but time is so unforgiving. #jude & naomi. #⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads. #jude & naomi 004.

[worksinprogress1]

It was a beautiful day in the early fall, the cool breeze perfectly balancing out the warm sun. As Audrey enjoyed the weather, she watched as Bendy played with a little boy who looked to be about five years old. They were knelt on the wooden platform of the train station, drawing, and the boy seemed to be perfectly relaxed in Bendy’s presence. Audrey loved to see that.

Bendy tapped the boy’s shoulder, getting his attention. Then, he held up his pencil like a showman about to do a trick and stuck the pencil in his mouth. He swallowed, lifted up his vest, stuck his hand into his stomach as though it were fluid, and took out the pencil, holding it up as though to say, “ta-da!”

The little boy burst into tears and ran to his mom, who was seated a bench away from Audrey.

Bendy looked at Audrey helplessly, and Audrey went to go pick him up.

Bendy buried his head into Audrey’s chest. I thought he’d love that, he communicated to her. She didn’t know how he could do that, just that he’d always been able to.

“I know. I know,” she whispered to him.

Suddenly, a woman appeared in front of Audrey, the little boy Bendy had been playing with holding her hand. “Excuse me,” she interjected, tone sharp, “what is that thing, and why are you letting it around children?”

Audrey put a protective arm around Bendy and looked the woman in the eyes. “He’s a child. That’s why I’m letting him around children.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. He makes people uncomfortable.”

“Maybe his right to exist in public is more important than your comfort, and you’re just going to have to get used to him.” Audrey put Bendy down and started walking. “Come on, Bendy.”

Once they were out of the woman’s earshot, Audrey spoke up again. “Sorry about that. But hey, you know what we’re here for, right?”

Bendy’s eyes lit up. Trains!

“That’s right! I checked the train schedule. Our train is coming at one, but starting at noon, there’s going to be a different train coming by here every fifteen minutes. And it’ll be noon in...” Audrey checked her watch. “Twenty minutes. We probably have time to hit the candy store if we hustle.”

Bendy nodded vigorously.

Soon, the two of them were exiting the candy store and the first train was beginning to chug by. A block or so away from the train station, they decided to watch it from where they were. Its engine car was red and black, and it was followed by numerous cars that were red and rectangular. Bendy was transfixed.

“That’s a grain train,” Audrey explained. “It’s probably headed for a flour mill somewhere to grind tons and tons of wheat into flour. And then the flour will be taken to stores across the country so we can bake with it.”

Without taking his eyes off the roaring vehicle, Bendy nodded to show that he was paying attention.

Soon, the caboose had gone by, and Bendy and Audrey were walking back to the station together. They took a seat on the bench and let the next fifteen minutes pass in peace as Bendy licked his lollipop and took peeks at Audrey’s watch every thirty seconds. Maybe she ought to get him a cheap watch sometime soon- one she wouldn’t sweat if he lost.

The next train came by three minutes late (though to Bendy it might as well have been hours). Behind its red engine car was a seemingly endless string of black cylindrical cars.

Can we ride in that one? Bendy asked. It looks like the ones we have in the ink realm!

“No. That one transports oil. The next one will be a passenger train, though. It’ll even stop for long enough for us to take a look at it.”

So it was, and so they did. Once the passenger train came to a halt, Bendy was off like a bullet. Audrey had to run and scoop him up so that he wouldn’t get underfoot of all the people lining up to get on. Audrey suppressed horror as she felt Bendy begin to grow and melt so that he could escape her arms and be free to look at trains as closely as he wanted.

“No. Bendy, people are watching!” Audrey whispered to him. He’d gotten as heavy and cumbersome as a large dog and was still growing. Audrey glanced around nervously, catching the curious and judgemental eyes of a few men and women. “I’ll take you around to look at the train, okay? I just don’t want you to get hurt. If you get hurt, you’ll have to regenerate in the studio, and we won’t get to ride the train.”

Reluctantly, Bendy shrank back into his toon form, leaving not a spot of ink on Audrey.

Wheels first? Bendy requested. Audrey took him over to where the wheels were and knelt down so that he could get a good look at the coupling rods and other metal parts that Audrey couldn’t name. After a minute or so, he pointed at the diesel engine, and they went to look at it. And then the counterbalance. And then a metal box on the cab that Audrey couldn’t name. She’d read up a little on trains for Bendy’s sake, but she was by no means an expert.

The train left. Fifteen minutes later, their train arrived, and Bendy was practically bouncing up and down at the prospect of actually riding a train. They boarded and found their seats.

“Alright, now, Bendy. I should warn you: riding on a train can actually be pretty boring. It’s like riding in the car except that I’ll have my hands free to play with you. And I brought you some books.”

Audrey dug out Bendy’s books. Aside from his train almanac, he had a few colouring books mixed in with a famous artist’s guide on pencil drawings, a pocket encyclopedia, and a few children’s chapter books. Bendy accepted them eagerly.

“Are you ready to hear where we’re going?” Audrey asked.

Bendy nodded and whistled.

“We’re going to see a couple that will be very happy to see you. One of them is named Allison Connor. She’s a voice actress who loved the ink machine and the idea of creating life. She’s going to be really happy to see that two happy and healthy beings came out of it. And then there’s Thomas Connor. He’s going to be so relieved when I tell him the machine is in good hands, and that no one’s hurting because of it anymore."

Bendy frowned and gave a nervous whistle. It was the reaction Audrey expected- Bendy didn’t like meeting new people very much. It rarely went well.

“Hey, it’s okay. They know what to expect, so they’re not going to stare at you and ask weird questions like some other people do. And I’ll be with you the whole time. They’ll like you, so long as you behave. Can you promise you’ll behave?”

Bendy nodded, slightly less nervous now.

“Good. They’ll even have rabbits for you to pet.”

The train cranked into motion. Audrey looked out the window as the train left the station, beginning to chug along the tracks, occaisionally looking over to Bendy as he took in the landscape. She’d mostly had Bendy in her workplace or at home before, sometimes the park, so this was the most of the world he’d ever seen. Hopefully one day the world would be accepting enough for him to go to school. One day. But for now, all she could do was to stay on the path of making everything right again.

[huntersprayer]

@bastxrds​: “you have nothing to say to any of that?” [from loki]

      oh he has quite a lot to say, but at the moment he’s still mulling most of it over so he merely offers the other a shrug & fixes him with the smallest of smirks. ‘ what I think hardly matters - your brother has asked me to keep you here so your mischief might be contained while they decide their best plan of attack. and I assure you, threatening me is idle chatter. my wards still stand even if I fall, so I’m far more useful to you alive and uninjured. that being said, you can certainly sit there and keep talking if you like - or make yourself useful and help me peel shrimp. either way, you might as well GET COMFORTABLE. ’

#bastxrds #(v.) melancholy waters // main. #five shots of espresso & a bullet || interactions #q. #ersken is just #let me sass the dude #who can lift thirty tons #while he's trapped in my warehouse #nbd

[littlegodzilla]

Stay Together Bauer x Fem!Reader (AIR Movie)

Hi! It’s me again! After Daryl's story and seeing that it was liked, I've decided to post this one short as well. I've seen that there's not much material about this movie, but when I saw it the idea of being alone with "Norman" in a bunker... I liked it too much and... this popped up in my mind.

As always, sorry for my english, It’s not my first language! 

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

Stay Together +18.

Bauer x Femele Reader.

Air film. World destroyed by biochemical weapons, life underground. M. Smutt.

Summary: You and Bauer are partners in the underground bunker where you work to keep alive the most important people who will repair the world when it stops being toxic. You only see each other for two hours every six months, but for you it's day to day and it seems that something more than a friendship is starting to grow between you...

 You hear an unpleasant ringing in your right ear and gradually begin to wake up. Your capsule opens, the serum that has kept you alive for six more months runs out and you can breathe on your own once more. You gasp, as your ears become accustomed to their surroundings again. You still can't move, but you open your eyes very slowly. Your vision is blurred, you recognize the ceiling of your tank, but everything else is blurry. You lift one arm, it feels like it weighs a ton, but you manage to get the oxygen line out of your nose and out of your arm. You gasp once more, your joints and muscles slowly waking up. You detect movement next to you, you glance sideways, still unable to focus your gaze properly.

"Take it easy, girl." You hear his voice and smile a little.

"Good morning, Bauer." You greet him and he appears in your field of vision, though his figure is blurred to your eyes still, you know him very well.

You've known Bauer longer than you can calculate. You've been down there so long that you're not sure if it's been thirty years or three months. The two of you signed up for the project to monitor and care for the most influential and important people the Earth would need once the air was no longer toxic in the future.

Before all that, bombs, biological weapons were unceremoniously dropped on different countries. Nobody knew, or did not want to admit, who was behind this act, but it had an impact on the entire population, the air began to become toxic, plants, animals, little by little humans, everything was dying in a cloud of dust, blue ash floating in the air.

The American government gathered great minds, scientists, engineers, military, to create subway bases where they would remain in a state of hibernation until the air became viable for life again.

You volunteered for the project, your medical knowledge could help keep these people alive. Few people were willing to accept the conditions, although you didn't quite understand why. The fundamental requirement was that the volunteer had to be single, no partner, no children, no family, nothing that could make him doubt his work, nothing that could make him come back or try to save them by putting them inside the bunker. It was either that or die an agonizing death when your lungs began to be poisoned by the blue dust. It might sound cowardly, but you had no hesitation in accepting your position when you were summoned. You can remember all the women who accepted the project, you can almost count them on the fingers of your two hands. Some were lucky and were assigned together, others like you would share the job with a male partner. In the serum you prepared when you returned to your capsule after maintenance time, you added a sterilizing formula to avoid unwanted anomalies. Your period, like your aging, had stopped, which prevented you from waking up bathed in blood every six months or, in the case of desperate rape, the partner from dying with the baby inside her capsule in the most horrible way possible.

Lucky for you Bauer has never touched you that way. Or any other way. Despite always being with his porn magazines, he always keeps a distance from you. You're not sure why, but you appreciate it too. You still have a lot of time to spend together and you don't want the situation to be awkward between you.

You sit up on your capsule carefully, your body is still waking up and feels numb. You manage to sit on the edge of the tank and cough loudly as the air burns a little inside you. Bauer puts some distance between you again by sitting on the edge of the table you use to eat or repair your instruments if necessary.

Your eyesight is perfect again, you look up at him and laugh through your nose at the sight of him holding one of his magazines in his hands. He is like a teenager. Always with his dick in his hand. You're thankful he at least uses the bathroom for that. His blue gaze is fixed on you, you tremble and you don't know if it's because of your numb muscles or because he's looking at you with a crooked smile.

"I have two hours to live, excuse me if my priorities are mundane." You hear him joking sarcastically and you can't help but laugh loudly.

"No, I have nothing to say." You laugh and raise your hands in peace.

You get up from your capsule to get going. You sleep for six months, have two hours to supervise the place, take care of maintenance, socialize if you don't go crazy and go back to sleep. So you don't want to waste time sitting there. But when your feet hit the floor, your right ankle is still numb, causing you to lose your balance and rush forward abruptly, slamming your knee against the table where Bauer is sitting.

"Fuck!" You exclaim in pain. He jumps up in a leap to come over to you.

"Are you all right? I told you to take it easy, girl. " He says hovering around you making sure you can handle the situation on your own.

Now you're the one sitting at the table biting your lip to keep from telling him where to shove his advice as you rub your knee trying to soothe the throbbing pain running up and down your leg. You have an involuntary spasm when Bauer crouches down right in front of you and his hand brushes your bare heel. You gasp low at the warm sensation of his palm against the bare skin of your foot. It's been so long since you've felt another person's foreign touch on you that it makes all your skin crawl and your toes dig into the metal surface of the table.

"I'm fine." You assure him without knowing whether to remove your foot from his hand or not. "I'm still waking up..."

"We don't want you to get injured, Doc." He jokes carefully moving your ankle. It doesn't hurt, in fact the worst part has been taken by your knee, but you appreciate his gesture.

"Oh no, you won't get rid of me that easily. " You joke too and hear him laugh. He lifts his head shaking his hair over his eyes and smiles at you. You feel your cheeks redden a little and you finally pull your foot away, resting it back on the ground.

Bauer clears his throat, getting up from the floor and rubs his hands against his sleeping pants. He has not yet prepared to start maintenance, which means he hasn't been awake long either. Normally your pods open at the same time, but he always seems more awake than you. You watch him walk to his locker and take out a cigarette. You're surprised he still has one after all this time. Bauer lights it and letting the smoke fill the room for a moment, he walks to the pantry where you have the sachets of prepared meals. Most of them are dehydrated food or powder that turns into a paste that doesn't taste exactly what it promises. Bauer catches his cigarette between his lips and pulls out a small bag and walks back to you. He shakes it in front of your eyes and you take it. Cereal. You're not really hungry when you wake up, but it's nice to think that he cares about you. You open the bag and drop some of the contents directly into your mouth. You hand the bag back to him and see that Bauer does exactly the same as you.

"Okay, are you feeling better?" You hear him ask and you look at him, he blows out the smoke from his cigarette and holds it out to you. You shake your head, you are not a smoker. It's funny because he's never offered you one before, at least that you remember.

"Yes, I'm fine now, we can start getting ready and get to work." You say and you see him nod. He finishes his cigarette and returns to the table picking up one of his magazines.

"Well, in that case, if you don't mind I'll go to the bathroom first." He tells you with a knowing smile and you roll your eyes. "I have a date with my favorite girl." He jokes and you snort in amusement.

"They're eventually going to lose their color from so much 'pampering'." You laugh again, but your partner is already heading for the bathroom and locking himself in there.

You sigh and smile. It's nice to be able to talk to him about anything, joke around and not have the situation become awkward. It would be stressful to spend the only two hours you have angry or embarrassed about something. So taking any topic, whether it's regular or sexual, as normal, is really nice. Plus you can't be hypocritical about it. Bauer may use his magazines to masturbate like a fifteen year old, but you use your imagination and lately the vast majority of your fantasies are starring him. You should feel bad for mentally raping him or something.

At first you tried to ignore your own desires, but as the days went by you realized it was absurd. You had no more contact with the world than some old black and white screens, in the personal stuff box there wasn't a single magazine in which a single naked man on them. Bauer is the only man that you see everyday so you just can help yourself with him in your imagination. Of course you'll never tell it to him. Never.

You finally manage to get up from the table. Your knee still hurts, but time is running its course and this is no time to complain. Bauer looks at you one more time making sure you're not going to fall again.  You smile at him to put his mind at ease and walk over to the control panel to make sure the rest of the enclosures are connected. You do the same, watching all the screens for any glitches, any anomalies that should concern you. Bauer says nothing, but walks to the bathroom with one of his magazines under his arm and an amused smile forms on your mouth. You hear the door close and walk through the rest of the room continuing your maintenance work. You have individual water tanks that you use to shower and wash your clothes, it is true that four hours a year does not make the clothes smell bad, but it is purely hygiene and routine.

You are checking the seismos chart when Bauer comes out of the bathroom again, with his work clothes, gray jacket and pants of the same color, carrying a belt full of tools. Bauer is brushing his teeth, his hair damp, bangs stuck to his forehead.

"Are you done, can I use the bathroom or will I slip after your little moment with your girlfriends?" you joke and watch him as he smiles cleaning his toothbrush and returns to your side, looking over your shoulder at the chart.

"You can go to the bathroom, have you seen anything new?"

"A little seismic, but nothing serious, anyway when you're checking the air filters, can you check to see if you see any cracks or anything that shouldn't?"

"Sure ma'am, as you command." Bauer smiles and you snort.

"Idiot." You mutter slapping him on the arm with the papers in your hands and head for the bathroom grabbing your clothes to change.

You always split the work between the two of you, Bauer has taken on the role of mechanic while you take care of the serums for both the Sleepers and yourselves, not just because you are the nurse there but because Bauer is repulsed to go down into the Sleepers' chambers, he has never handled it well. When it's his turn to change the air vents he does it quickly, without getting too close to the pods of the people who sleep there, the ones you care for until the world is habitable again. It's funny because Bauer is a grown man, well cultivated and experienced in life, and yet he's quite skeptical of some things.

You walk out of the bathroom, arranging your hair in a high bun, and return to the control panel to begin your own tasks. Bauer is hovering around you again, you see him picking up his tools and the new filters. You smile as he picks up his walkman leaving the headphones around his neck. His blue gaze fixes on you and he shakes his head.

"What?" he asks you with a half smile.

"Nothing, are you taking care of the Sleepers today?" you joke as you see his disgruntled look on his face. "Come on they're just sleeping people."

"Nope, I'll pass, I always get the feeling they're going to open their eyes and I'm going to shit myself."

You laugh good-naturedly as you shake your head. You give him his list of duties and watch as he walks away from the room closing the door behind him.  Whenever you change rooms, the door has to be closed to avoid unnecessary loss of uncontaminated air. You enter the drug storage room, prepare the doses of the nearest levels and carry everything on a tray and leave the room as Bauer did before.

An hour later you are back in the main hall. You have finished with the second floors of Sleepers and now you have to go to the other side of the base to take care of the rest, but first you will eat some food. You take the bag of cereal Bauer left on the table and empty it completely into your mouth, throwing the empty bag into the garbage can which instantly disintegrates it. You are picking up some of your utensils when you hear Bauer not far from the room babbling and humming some song. You can't help but laugh, of course Bauer is the exception that every American can sing, play an instrument and act; the last two you don't know, but singing is certainly not part of his gifts. Nevertheless your hearing sharpens as he tries to find the note and his voice becomes husky, your hair stands on end and your mind throws some images into your head that have nothing to do with the man singing. You sigh long trying to get your mind to stop torturing you like that and try to focus on your work, but then you hear Bauer protesting and shouting furiously. Frightened you run to the next room, but before you enter he appears, closes the door and turns to you, he has one hand resting against his chest and is bleeding profusely staining his jacket and a little on his pants. Panic takes hold of you.

"What happened to you?" You ask him running to his side. You want to reach for his hand, but he hisses it away.

"I cut myself on the fucking air filter grille." He growls angrily, embarrassed by his clumsiness. At any other time you'd tease him a little, but now you're worried because you don't want it to get infected and spill over into something worse.

"Come, let me see it." You ask leading him over to the table and sit him in one of the chairs.

Bauer doesn't seem very comfortable with your contact and that you want to take care of his wound, but he doesn't open his mouth either. You go to the storeroom where the medicines are and take some absorbent cotton, alcohol and some bandages to treat his hand. When you return you leave everything on the table and kneel down in front of Bauer to get a better look at his hand. You carefully open it up to see a long, but not very deep, cut on the palm of his hand and sigh with relief. Luckily he doesn't need stitches. You grab the absorbent cotton from the table and the alcohol with which to clean the wound. You are not aware, but in your movement your chest brushes against your partner's knee a couple of times and he looks at you sideways, clenching his jaw. You rub the cotton carefully around his wound removing the blood and squeezing a little at the cut. Bauer gasps in pain and tries to pull his hand away, but you don't let him.

"It fucking hurts." Bauer grunts and you give him a sidelong glance, from your kneeling position in front of his legs, it's something he's having a hard time handling.

"You're like a baby. I'm almost done." You joke, but he seems quite tense, you don't want to upset him so you bandage his hand carefully and get up from the floor picking up the used gauze pads from the table. "That's it. When you wake up again it will be healed."

"Fucking great, now how am I going to jerk off?" He says with annoyance getting up from the chair as well.

"Use your other hand." You reply with a shrug.

"What if I need both?" You both look at each other at his response. You raise an eyebrow and can't help but laugh. There it is again, the pleasant, relaxed atmosphere that always envelops you.

"If you need both you can use mine." You say turning back towards the warehouse.

You clearly haven't heard what you yourself just said, however Bauer has and it is echoing in his ears cruelly and repetitively dulling his senses, getting his blood to travel to his cock giving a little tug. You walk out of the warehouse once again ready to continue your round, however Bauer's body slams into yours leaving you momentarily breathless, pinned against the wall and himself.

You stare at him confused, trying to guess what is going through his mind, but his eyes are fixed on you, his pupils dilated and his blue irises now a dangerous electric color.

"Bauer?" you ask with a gasp that gets his pupils to dilate a little more if possible.

"Would you?" his voice sounds low, like a growl. "If I asked you to. Would you?"

"Do what?" you ask because you are still unaware of what you have said. Or maybe you are, but your intention was not to provoke him. Bauer pushed his body a little more against yoursand you gasp as you are finally aware of what he is talking about. You are amazed at the strength he has manipulating you with only one hand.

Your cheeks flush and you try to say something. Your voice sounds in a stutter and you don't really say anything coherent. Bauer's gaze follows your every gesture and movement, as if he wants to be sure you're both on the same page.

"Would you?" he repeats.

"Why not?" You manage to say at last. Why are you going to hide? Why are you going to pretend you haven't thought about it once? You were afraid before, you thought if you were too obvious he might get uncomfortable and make your living together a disaster. But Bauer is asking you directly, so you don't have to pretend anymore. "We can also open a tank and have one of the Sleepers do it, would you prefer that?" you joke and he grunts.

"Fuck no" he snorts but doesn't move away from you. "I'm not kidding, little girl."

"Neither am I..." You murmur and dare to raise a hand caressing Bauer's chest over his jacket.

Bauer holds your hand and leans forward brushing his lips with yours asking for permission. Your free hand travels to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair and you pull him in kissing him eagerly. Kissing him triggers a desperate reaction in Bauer. He growls against your mouth kissing you intensely. His tongue tangles with yours, pushes harder against your mouth as if he wants to melt inside your mouth. Devour you. You moan and gasp, your fingers tangle around the back of his neck and you tug lightly. His healthy hand reaches for the zipper of your jacket, slides it down and his mouth leaves some kiss, some nibble on your neck, down your shoulder pulling your skin between his teeth. You moan in pain and aroused, you throw your head back enjoying his kisses. You open your eyes and your gaze turns to the clock, startled to see how much time you have left.

"Bauer..." You gasp trying to push him away, but he pushes you harder against the wall. "Bauer... the clock!"

"Fuck the fucking clock." He growls against your skin and tugs at your jacket throwing it to the floor. "I haven't touched a woman in years. I can assure you it's going to be trippy fast." He snorts and you try to keep your mind cool, but his hand tightens on your chest and you're unable to stop him again.

You have to admit he's right. Neither of you have been in contact with another person in too long and your bodies are so hot that neither of you can take much. Your legs wrap around Bauer's waist as he lifts you off the floor, with you in his embrace he awkwardly walks over to the table and sits you on it. You separate, Bauer rips off your shirt and bra, you pull his jacket off and pull his shirt up over his head. You gasp at the sight of all his messy hair falling over his face. He kisses you again, his hand travels to your hair and pulls your bun letting your hair fall over your shoulders. The fingers of his hand tangle through your tresses pulling it gently. You tilt your head back and moan as his tongue runs along the mark of your throat, making your hair stand on end. You kiss him again, wrap your legs around his waist and your hand squeezes his already hard cock. He gasps and grabs your wrist, pulling you away from him.

"Don't do that, little girl, or we'll be done before we start." He assures you with a grunt, kisses his ear pulling on your lobe making you moan.

"Too bad..." You move closer to his ear, licking his skin. "I wanted it in my mouth..." You moan into his ear and Bauer gasps at the thought.

His hand moves down to your legs and squeezes at your center feeling the fabric is damp. He glances sideways at you with a crooked smile as you blush. You've been wet since his husky singing voice has sent other kinds of images to your brain. He unbuttons your pants and his hand caresses the inside of your panties, his fingers squeeze your clit in circles making you moan. You hug his shoulders digging your nails into him and move your hips towards his fingers. Bauer increases the speed of his fingers a little, kisses you again and lowers his mouth to catch your nipple licking and sucking eagerly. You moan louder grabbing his hair pulling it slightly.

"Bauer...!"

He breaks away from you again to remove your pants and panties. Bauer gets rid of his own clothes dragging you to the edge of the table and his fingers enter you moving slowly, dilating you, he moves his fingers in and out, circling inside you, grazing a perfect spot inside you that makes you throb and tremble. You moan and writhe in pleasure hugging yourself to his body moving against his fingers.

"Bauer, fuck me!" you almost beg.

"Oh God, yes, little one, you can be sure." He says in a husky voice pulling his fingers out and quickly places himself between your legs and pushes slowly.

You moan almost at the same time. The sensation overwhelms you both for a second. Bauer's cock dilates you with every thrust he gives inside you. Thick, long, it widens your wet walls making you shudder.

"Fuck, so tight..." You gasp thrusting again and need a moment not to lose control completely.

You moan and kiss him, moving against him giving him permission to do the same. Bauer holds your waist and changes his gentle thrusts to fast, hard lunges that go much deeper inside you. Pleasure completely overwhelms you, he has managed to leave you on the edge with his fingers and you feel the sensation of climax swirling in your lower belly again, desperate to explode.

"Don't stop!... Harder!" You ask holding onto his shoulders and Bauer obeys bringing his hips into an almost violent rhythm.

As promised by the mechanic it didn't take too long for either of you, the pleasure hit you hard, Bauer spilled completely inside you and his fingers against your clit again made you follow soon after.

You need a moment to catch your breath. You gasp loudly, still with your bodies pressed together. Bauer rests his forehead on your shoulder and you stroke the hair on the back of his neck while keeping your legs tight and trembling around his waist. You can't help but giggle as you glance at the clock and discover that you still have plenty of time.

"I told you we wouldn't last long..." You hear your partner's muffled voice and you shrug, downplaying it.

"If we finish early we can always repeat." You propose and Bauer raises his head, looking at you in surprise.

"Who are you and what have you done with my girl?" you know he's joking, but you feel something strange in your chest when you hear him say "my girl". You laugh nervously and your legs fall to either side of the table.

"That's okay, if you prefer, we'll save it for six months from now." You joke too and hear him snort in amusement. He leans in to kiss you and then pulls away from you completely. You sigh as he leaves your body and you get off the table picking up your clothes. Bauer does the same.

"How much longer do you need?" Bauer asks you when he's dressed again.

"I just have to prepare the serum for the east side of the Sleepers and I'll be done." You explain and look at the clock, you have half an hour yet, if you hurry you could have ten minutes to prepare your own pods and get everything ready until six months from now again.

"Let me give you a hand, we'll go faster and I also have to change the filters on that side." Bauer offers as he grabs the filters from his toolbox.

You look at him curiously, not sure if he's doing it because he really wants to help, since he knows the moment of passion has slowed you down in your taeras, or he wants to repeat before he gets into the capsule. You thank him mentally, but you're not sure that with that injured hand he can make much effort. However, you say nothing. You adjust your clothes and walk to the pharmacy to prepare the medicines, and the two of you change rooms when you are ready. Neither of you says anything, Bauer is back to wearing the walkman attached to his waist, but it's no longer singing, it's like a supplement, he uses his left hand for strength and places the grids with his right hand so as not to strain too much. You check the tanks, you check that there are no anomalies, everyone is still asleep, everyone has their vitals constant, the serums are still working properly, they just need to be refilled. You observe some of them with a small smile, if it really works, you still have a lot of work waiting for you. "I know the program said no family, but.... did you have anyone?" Bauer's voice startles you for a moment, you give him a sidelong glance, you know his story, you know he had family before he went in there, but he was recruited for his knowledge, though he could always try to refuse.

"No one important... I mean, I didn't have a stable relationship, my job was no big deal either... so I didn't think too much about it..." You look straight at him this time, place the last vial of serum and walk over to him. "Do you miss your family?"

"Every day I have a harder time remembering their faces and I hate myself for it... but I guess that's part of what this job does to us." He shrugs and the two of you walk silently up to your level again and enter the central room. You glance sideways at the clock and check that you still have ten minutes, as you had thought.

"When we can get out of here you'll have time to make new memories." You try to cheer him up, take the notebook where you write down every awakening to record possible irregularities.

"If we get out of this alive." You snort through your nose and he ditches his tools, walkman and leaves the belt on the toolbox as well. You can see him stretch out rattling his bones and you smile.

"So far we're not doing too bad..."

"Are you going to aim the sex too?" Bauer murmurs just above your ear and your heart pounds. Of course you had no intention of informing anyone about that, if anyone ever read it, that was just between you and Bauer.

"Not if it becomes a constant." You smile and you can sense a mischievous grin forming on his mouth.

When you're both ready, you prepare something to eat, the atmosphere is nice and relaxed, as always, only now Bauer allows himself to touch you, so you end up sharing a bag of prepared, you sitting on his knee and him wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his injured hand on your thigh.

It's five minutes before you go back to sleep, your lips making a wet, obscene noise as you pull away from Bauer's cock, licking up the remnants of his cum. You are both shivering and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Bauer licks your wet pussy one last time from your orgasm and you both get up from the floor. You don't mind being naked again, you walk with your legs still shaking and prepare the serums for your own capsules. Bauer moves close to you, his hands on your waist, his forehead on your shoulder. You smile and feeling how he embraces you.

“What a pity that fucking pods are so small…” He grunts and you laugh shaking your head.

“I think that could be very comfortable either.” Bauer protests once more before pulling away from you, leaving a kiss on your neck that makes you sigh. You prepare the serums and place them in their devices on top of the capsules. You can't suppress a small sigh, you really don't want to go back in there and be six months away from the man, again. However you know it's a stupid thought, for you sleeping is like day after day, but it still bothers you a little. Again your partner moves in and kisses you again; mouth, jaw and neck. You smile letting yourself do it, closing your eyes, enjoying the moment. You don't have much time left, you can't waste time.

"Bauer..." You whisper wanting to push him away.

"It's not fair, I've cum inside you, you're going to sleep with something of mine inside you and I'm going to sleep alone." He moans and you can't help a giggle.

"You're an idiot." You assure him, but you can see his amused smile understanding that he's not serious.

You each settle into your pods, only a minute left before the air goes out and you can begin your new rest. You see Bauer settle into his bed and bite your lip.

"Bauer!" You call out to him. he lifts his head and on the fly catches something you've thrown at him. He laughs when he looks at it and discovers they are your panties. He brings them to his nose and then lies back down. "See you in six months..." You whisper looking up at him, placing the oxygen cylinder to your nose. Before the capsule closes completely you watch as he keeps the press in his fist and smiles at you, winking at you.

  You smile back and soon after you are completely asleep.

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You were finally finally getting your weekend alone with Harry. After almost two weeks of him being away for business, you were finally getting to spend some quality time with him. And it was going to be without any interruption. Since your best friend was was spending a long weekend with her boyfriend, you were going to be able to spend a long weekend with yours. You were so excited to see Harry that you had everything planned out. For starters, you had your bag packed the night before he was due home. It had all of the essentials: a couple outfits for when you two weren’t in bed having sex, two of your skimpiest sets of lingerie that you weren’t going to miss given the fact that Harry had a habit of ripping your lingerie off of you, and some toys. He had few at his house but had the funner ones that you both could play with. Now along with getting your bag packed, you also made a visit to the waxing salon you went to from time to time. Even though Harry could literally care less about whether or not you had any hair down there, you still liked to give him a little treat from time to time. So as a little welcome home present, you endured thirty minuets of someone ripping those coarse hairs away so that you could be nice and smooth upon his arrival. And to make sure that you were ready to spread your legs for him as soon as he landed, you got this done a little over two days before so that you could let your pussy rest a bit because once you were with Harry, you were going to be begging for a break. You also made sure to be right at the airport to pick him up so that you two could get your weekend together started.

Now since his flight landed in the evening and you were positive that he’d be exhausted, you weren’t expecting to do much that night. Once you two arrived home, Harry wasted no time getting himself and his bag upstairs before ridding himself of his clothes and taking a nice hot shower. Again, you knew for a fact that he was exhausted from his flight and the trip itself so you decided to let him unwind and take his shower while you unpacked his bag and got everything nice and ready for him to have a good nights sleep. After spending a good half an hour in the steamy cabin, Harry finally exited the shower and came into the bedroom where you were waiting for him.

“I take it you had a good shower.” You point out, taking in his more relaxed disposition.

“It was so good.” He hums, striding over to where you were sitting on the bed. Once in front of you, his hands go straight to your shoulders and up your neck to the sides of your face where he tilts your head back a bit so that you’re looking up at him. He then lowers his head before bringing his lips to yours. Besides the pecks you gave him in the car when you picked him up from the airport, this was the first real kiss the two of you shared in almost two weeks. You missed the feeling of his warm pillow soft lips moving against yours. Even though you missed the sex, you missed being close to Harry. You knew that you could call him whenever you needed him and he’d always answer, but you weren’t close to him the way you were in this moment.

“I love you baby.” He mumbles lowly against your lips after slightly pulling away from you.

“I love you too.” You mumble back to him before lifting your head up a bit to reconnect your lips with his for one final kiss. “Now get in bed with me!” You whine, pulling him down towards the bed. 

“Have t’get dressed.” He laughs at your eagerness. 

“Who said you needed to wear clothes to bed?” You quickly reply, leaving him no other choice but to dry himself off and hop into bed with you. “Now it’s time for your goodnight kiss.” And with that, you moved your body so that you were between his legs and you used your mouth in the best way possible to send him right to sleep. Just because you weren’t expecting to do much didn’t mean you were expecting to do nothing at all. How could you not take up the opportunity to not only pleasure him but to also help him unwind?! Not to mention the fact that you hadn’t touched him in almost two weeks.

Now even though this was supposed to be a relaxing weekend for you and Harry to spend some quality time together, Harry still managed to get holed up in his office. And even though you were fully aware and understanding of the fact that his job could be demanding at times, you still couldn’t understand why they couldn’t let him have a little bit of an extended weekend since they did have him for a straight week and a half. The one thing you did know in this entire situation is that you had to get him away from the work and into you instead. And you knew just how to do it. You checked in on him the first time right after you woke up and realized that he wasn’t in bed with you. When you did, you gave him a ton of kisses and an incentives for stepping away from the desk but he wouldn’t budge. All you got out of that was a kiss to your lips, a promise to give it to you real good later on, and the task of getting him another cup of coffee. At this point, you realized that you were going to have to make him step away from the work.

 So after you deliver his cup of coffee, you make your way upstairs to put yourself together. After you get out of the shower, you throw on the perfect outfit (or lack there of to be completely honest) to get Harry to focus on you. Pulling from the bag you packed, you went for a cute little pastel thong that barely covered anything and was just there for the appeal, along with a tight fitting crop top that had “Daddy’s Girl” written across the chest. It was prefect. If this didn’t get Harry’s attention, you don’t know what what could. After doing a little once over and twirl in the mirror, you head back downstairs to try your hand once more at getting Harry to put the work to the side. Hopefully he got something done in the hour and a half you spent upstairs because you weren’t going anywhere without getting something from him. When you walk down the hallway leading to his office, you could hear him talking to someone on the phone but that doesn’t stop you from walking right into the doorway of his office. When you first walked in he could see you out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned around to fully face you, Harry was completely dumbfounded at your appearance. There was so much to take in! 

“Daddy I’m bored.” You huff loudly, causing Harry to scramble around behind his desk, hoping that his colleague didn’t hear you through the phone. 

“M‘ gonna have to call you back.” He says abruptly before hanging up the phone, keeping his eyes right on you the entire time. He then slides his phone onto the desk and pushes his chair out a little from the desk before wagging his finger in your direction, beckoning you to come over to him. 

In an instant, you’re following his nonverbal instruction and your making your way over to him. As you’re walking over, Harry takes you in. Aside from the lack of clothing, Harry couldn’t get enough of your body. He couldn’t get enough of your figure. Your hips were perfectly rounded and full and your chest was absolutely abundant with your breasts.  When you round the desk and step in front of him, you don’t even bother to stop and wait for a direction. You just go right in and you straddle Harry before sitting yourself right in his lap. Instead of saying anything right away, you decide to wait until you’re spoken to. That’s the least you could do since you already broke two of his rules. 

“You’re so lucky I could use a good fuck right now.” He sighs, finally breaking the silence while  continuing to look your body over your body. Now that you were sitting down, he could see the string like waistband of your panties digging into you fleshy hips, and he could see your pert nipples pushing right up against the thin material of your t-shirt. 

“What would happen if you weren’t daddy?” You “innocently” inquire, lifting yourself up a bit just to move yourself but higher up on his lap before plopping yourself back down onto him. 

“Well luckily for you, I’m always in need of a good fuck from this beautiful body of yours.” He begins, removing one of his hands from your fleshy hips up to your chest to latch onto one of your ample breast’s through the thin shirt you had on. “But when I do punish you, because all brats deserve punishments, I’m gonna make sure you learn your lesson.” He says simply, continuing to fondle your breast.

“What are you gonna do to me daddy?” You press on, beginning to move yourself back and forth right against his cock. 

“Now what’s the fun in me telling you my plans? All I’m gonna say is that unless our safe word falls from that pretty mouth of yours, m’gonna use you any way I want, and m’gonna do anything I want to you.” He explains. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds amazing.” You moan, continuing to push yourself back and forth against his now completely hard cock.

“I figured you’d like the idea of being my personal fuck toy.” He chuckles smartly as you bring your face down to kiss at his neck. “But I do have to say, even though you’re such a little brat, you definitely make up for it in being the perfect little slut f’me.” 

“Mhm, just for daddy.” You hum, keeping your mouth against his skin. As you continue kissing at his neck, you continue moving your hips against him as well. You also pull his hand that was squeezing at your hip down between your legs. 

“Does my little girl want daddy’s cock?” He asks “surprisedly” when he feels you pull his hand down to touch the puffy mound between your legs.

“Yes daddy.” You moan against him when you feel his fingers poking at you through your panties. 

“I guess I can let you have your way since I’ll be spending the better part of the day teaching you a lesson.” He rations, removing his hand from your breast and using it to grip onto your throat and pull your face from his neck before lifting you up and onto the desk in front of him. He then pushes his seat back some more so that he can stand up and tower above you. He quickly clears the space on the desk behind you before swiftly removing the tight shirt from your body and returning his hand to your throat, pushing you to lay back. Instead of wasting anymore time, Harry brings a hand down to your panties that were extremely close to just snapping and just rips them off your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His eyes travel all the way down, from your breasts to the area between your legs, each time taking a moment to touch and feel your soft body in his hands. When he makes it to the area between your legs though, Harry immediately crouches down to be at eye level with your cunt. “Oh sweetheart” He begins, taking in your bare cunt. “Look at you.” He admires, bringing his hand back there to feel how smooth and bare you were. The area was a sticky mess since there were not curly hairs for your arousal to cling onto. Even though he loved when you had your hair down there, he couldn’t get enough of how messy it got and how good it was to really feel the plump lips of your pussy in his mouth. He also liked to lick your arousal from your thighs. After staring and petting the smooth area, Harry finally brings his mouth to your cunt and goes straight into licking up and down your folds.

“Daddy! Feels so good!” You moan incoherently, feeling him eat into you like his life depended on it. Not only would he lick into you, he’d also suck on your swollen and oh so sensitive bud, and slightly sink his teeth into your thick pussy lips.

“Oh my- you are so delicious.” Harry moans from between your legs, savoring how amazing you taste. No matter how many times he licked into you, Harry would never get over how good you tasted on his tongue. “I could eat this pussy of yours for the rest of my life!” He exclaims, continuing to eat and marvel at your cunt. “You even look perfect too.” He says, pulling his head back to stare at your mound. “It just swallows up everything it touches. Your panties, my fingers, my tongue, my cock…” He continues on, taking in how pretty and puffy your pussy was for him. He always knew how meaty and utterly delicious your cunt was, but seeing it bare and as a result being able to get a better view of you made it even better. 

After a bit more oogling at your mound a bit longer, Harry finally goes back to eating you out. He uses his fingers and mouth to drive you wild, fucking you with two fingers while he either bites into your fleshy lips, sucks on your swollen little button, or licks into you. As he continues, you are gripping onto your supple breasts and letting out the biggest moans as Harry pushes you to a release. The way he was raving about your pussy and ravenously eating you was absolutely insane and it pushed you right into your release. Your moans echoed through the room as you let go all over Harry’s tongue to which he made sure to lick up every last drop before standing back up.

“Oh my goodness doll!” He coos, looking down at your now limp body below him. “You look like you’re even more of proper little slut for daddy now.” He admires, properly taking in how loopy you were now and your heaving naked body that was spread across his desk. “Wish there was a dildo in here for you to choke on but your panties will do I guess. I’ll just fuck your mouth myself later on.” He sighs, reaching  for the ripped panties he sat on the desk moments prior before pushing them past your parted lips and stuffing them into your mouth. He then pushes his pants down his legs to reveal his rock hard cock. Without wasting anymore time simply staring at you, Harry gives his shaft a couple tugs before guiding himself into you. “Fuck princess!” He loudly groans, finally feeling your walls engulfing his cock again. “Y’cunt always swallows m’cock perfectly.” He grunts as he watches himself disappear into you. 

While Harry was losing his mind from how good your cunt was, you were a whimpering and quivering mess. He’d made you cum less than five minuets ago and he was already pushing his cock inside to fuck you. Even though you loved feeling his big cock stretch your tight walls to fit, your pussy was incredibly sensitive from his mouth. So you could already knew that you’d not only be sensitive, you’d also be sore. Which was exactly what Harry wanted. Once he was balls deep inside of you, Harry immediately began pounding into you. His eyes were trained on your breasts that were bouncing freely on your chest with every thrust of his cock down into your quivering cunt. He could feel your walls squeezing him with every thrust and he could feel himself hitting the deepest part of you over and over again, slamming himself into the pit of your stomach with every thrust.

“That’s it babydoll.” He growls, releasing one of your hips from his hand to wrap it around your throat. “Take daddy’s cock all the way up into that little tummy of yours.” He continues, keeping his eyes locked on your glassy ones. “M’gonna cum in there too. Want you t’be completely filled up by daddy.” He pants, feeling his already bubbling release begin to intensify. “Feel you squeezin’ m’cock, wanna cum again for daddy?” He questions through a pant. Since he was practically pinning your head to the desk by means of his grip on your throat, you could only give him a faint nod yes and a whimper. “C’mon then baby, cum with daddy.” He grunts, continuing to send more sharp yet staggered thrusts into you as he starts to feel wave of his release begging to overtake him. From the way he was gripping onto your body and shoving his cock deep inside of you, you weren’t able to stop yourself from squirting all over his cock and going numb from the waist down. Your seismic release from earlier doubled in size and just crashed down onto you. The same with Harry, his release crashed down onto him, resulting in rope after rope of his cum pouring into you just like he promised. 

Even though it took a little while for you guys’ weekend to get started, neither of you would have it any other way. Just based off of this round alone, you and Harry immediately knew it was going to be a very long and pleasure filled weekend.

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