#rip David's phone <3

[little-diable]

Saturn swallowing his son – Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 3/?)

Chapter three, here we go! Promise there will be lots of smut (the next chapter is finally full of smut), but please show some love to this chapter which has barely any smut in it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

Warnings: none, just some typical CM talk

Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (3k words)

Profiling 101 Series Masterlist

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If one of her friends had asked (y/n) what she was planning on doing this Sunday morning, she’d probably have replied with “Sleeping in”, perhaps she’d have told them she was planning on going for a morning walk, perhaps grabbing coffee at a store she frequented. But none of these things were now happening, instead (y/n) was sitting in a black SUV, right next to Professor Hotchner.

She had been awoken by her phone going off, indicating that a new email had been sent to her, eyes struggling to focus on the bright screen of her phone. Her heart had skipped a few beats as she had read the email professor Hotchner had sent her, asking her if she’d like to join him on a trip to the BAU. He had attached his phone number for her, asking her to call him, and as he had explained to her that they were discussing her idea at the BAU, she had began to hastily dress herself, telling him where to pick her up.

“Here, don’t lose this.” Professor Hotchner pushed a visitor’s card into (y/n)’s direction, watching her clip the card to a belt loop, nodding at him as they walked towards one of the elevators. Barely any words had been shared on the drive, relishing in the calmness this very Sunday morning offered the two, grateful that they wouldn’t have to force themselves through any uncomfortable smalltalk. 

“Is there anything I should be careful with, professor?” His dark eyes met hers, pondering over her words for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, having to force himself to stop looking at her. 

“You can call me Hotch while we’re here, (y/n).” The way her name rolled off his tongue left her trembling in surprise, swallowing the gasp wanting to rip through her. “For now all I need you to do is to be as observant as you can be, don’t hold back on theories, and put enough trust in yourself. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe in your work.” An unfamiliar sense of pride thumped through (y/n)’s veins, not used to the professor praising her like this. She could only nod, not trusting herself to speak up, pressing her lips tightly together. 

Before either one could speak another word, the elevator came to a halt, exposing the parts of the BAU (y/n) had been dreaming of seeing with her own eyes for years. She followed the tall man, eyes taking in everything she could admire from afar, unable to bite down the excitement filling her body with every step she took. 

“I’ll introduce you to the team first.” He led her towards what appeared to be a conference room, eyes instantly drawn to the familiar faces of Spencer Reid and David Rossi. “This is (y/n), as I told you, she’ll assist us on this case.” 

“It’s good to see you again, (y/n). I’ve been waiting for you to find your way to us.” David Rossi shook her hand with a smile, making heat simmer inside of her, freaking out that the man could still remember her from all these years ago. She shook the hands of the others, not noticing how Aaron Hotchner kept watching her with a slight smile playing on his lips. 

“As (y/n) pointed out to me, the scenes have a very dramatic touch to them. (Y/n) said they remind her of Goya’s Saturn painting.” 

“The painting depicts Saturn swallowing his son. It was foretold that one of his offspring would ultimately usurp his rule. In order to thwart this prophecy, Saturn devoured his own progeny. He managed to consume five of them, yet Jupiter was destined to escape his father's fate thanks to his mother's clever ruse. She replaced the infant with a stone in swaddling clothes and presented it to her unsuspecting husband, who remained oblivious to the subterfuge. Many years later, Jupiter overthrew his father, thus fulfilling the prophecy. During this momentous event, Saturn regurgitated his children, along with the stone.” Spencer kept rambling on, sharing everything he knew about the painting and its history, instantly drawing (y/n) in as she couldn’t hide her amazement. She tried to remember every word that was shared, very well knowing that this was a chance she’d perhaps never get again.

“So, what? Our unsub is fascinated by Greek mythology?” The guy (y/n) and her friends had seen at the bar days ago, who had just introduced himself as Derek Morgan, cut Spencer’s rambling short, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest. For a few seconds they were engulfed by silence, eyes focusing on the pictures of the crime scenes. 

“Maybe he is reliving some childhood trauma? It wouldn’t be surprising if the unsub grew up in an abusive household.” (Y/n) watched Emily Prentiss pick one of the pictures up as she spoke, eyes zoning in on the wounds the victims bodies were littered with. 

“A study from the early 2000s shows that most serial killers displayed similar patterns of severe childhood neglect, patterns developed from birth through adolescence. Our unsub definitely knows about Greek mythology, perhaps a professor or a teacher?” A hum left the others at the information Spencer shared, though (y/n) couldn’t focus on the numbers, speaking up before she could stop herself from doing so. 

“I doubt it's somebody with an academic background, these scenes wouldn’t be as dramatic otherwise. But what about somebody favouring art? A painter?” Her eyes instantly flickered up to meet Aaron Hotchner's, the man who was already looking at her, giving (y/n) an encouraging nod, allowing her tense muscles to relax. 

“Garcia, cross reference people who are known as painters around the area, somebody who also shows up in reports from domestic abuse from the past thirty to forty years.” Aaron turned towards (y/n), speaking a soft “Good job, (y/n)” that left her heart skipping beats in excitement. 

……

“Thank you for driving me back.” Her words filled his dark SUV, voice kept quiet to match the calmness they were engulfed by. (Y/n) didn’t dare look away from the handsome man, knowing that she shouldn’t miss a single second fading by, not knowing if or when she’d ever get to share these moments with him again. 

“It’s on me to thank you, (y/n). You’ve done well today.” Only now did she begin to realise how close they were sitting, forearms about to touch, resting on the middle console. She couldn’t stop her eyes from flickering down to his lips, allowing herself to imagine him pulling her closer, softly kissing her as the rain kept pitter pattering down on the windshield of the SUV. 

For the first few seconds (y/n) wasn’t sure if she was only imagining it, but it seemed like Aaron was caught in the same thoughts as (y/n), slowly moving closer. Her heart roared in her chest, praying to whoever was listening that he’d close the distance between them, kissing her like she had hoped he would for years. 

(Y/n) could almost feel his breath on her cold skin, could almost pick up on the shaky breaths leaving him, but before either one could give in the sound of Aaron’s phone going off ripped them apart. His eyes grew cold once again, nodding towards (y/n) as if he was wordlessly saying goodbye, answering the call as he watched her leave the car, clothes instantly soaked through by the heavy rain. 

Disappointment flushed through (y/n), finding her way into her apartment with a sigh breaking through her. She couldn’t help but curse whoever had forced them apart, asking him to return back to the cold demeanour she was all too familiar with by now. 

Would he treat her the same way he had treated her for the past weeks in their upcoming class? Or would he treat her a bit kinder, just like he had done today? One question after another filled her mind, painting scenarios that’d leave her sleepless for hours on end. 

……

“Hi (y/n), it’s Emily Prentiss. Hotch told us you didn’t have any time to keep on working with us on the case, but the girls and I would love to grab some drinks with you if you're up for it?” (Y/n) had been staring at the text message for what felt like hours, rereading every word carefully, hoping that she wasn’t misinterpreting what Emily had texted her. 

Hotch told us you didn’t have any time to keep on working with us on the case – the words felt like blades piercing her heart, cutting deeper and deeper, about to rob her of her last breath. (Y/n) had to blink her tears away, not understanding why he’d tell them lies like this, actively keeping her away from him and the team. 

Ever since that moment in the car he had been back to his brooding self, cold demeanour keeping his distance from (y/n), not even looking at her once in class. She had gotten the memo, had instantly seen through the game he was playing, and yet she was hurt by it, not understanding how he could pull away this easily. Back then she had promised herself that she’d also keep her distance, not wanting to chase a situation this toxic, but now, two weeks later, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into the anger simmering deep inside of her. 

With a deep breath leaving her she tapped on Emily’s contact, calling the agent before (y/n)’s rational self could catch up with her actions. Within a few moments she and Emily had shared information about the whereabouts of the group, promising that she’ll be at the bar in a few, set on distracting herself from her heartbreak. 

……

“(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” Penelope was the first one to greet her, followed by Emily and JJ, hugging the women who had already ordered (y/n) her drink. And even though (y/n)’s system was still taken up by her anger, by the ever growing annoyance, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the three women who treated her like she had been their friend for years.

“So tell us, what or who is keeping you this busy?” JJ’s eyes glimmered with mischief, oblivious of the hurt (y/n) had to fight against, expression growing sombre as they watched (y/n) avert her gaze, clearing her throat as if she was feeling awfully uncomfortable. For a second she pondered over her choices, and yet her pettiness spurred her on, parting her lips to reply with her eyes flickering between the three. 

“Uhm, I don’t know why he told you that I’m busy, I’m really not, but I guess he simply doesn’t want me around. I just wish he’d told me that himself.” With an almost pitiful expression thrown her way, Penelope wrapped her arm around (y/n)’s shoulder, pulling her closer. 

“I’m sure he has his reasons, maybe he simply wants to protect you. He can be very cold at times, but I promise, he means well, and you did help us a lot with the Porcelaine killer situation!” 

“He never told me what happened with the case, care to elaborate?” (Y/n)’s eyes kept flickering between the women, waiting for either one of them to tell her who the killer was. 

“It was an artist downtown, we found him through the Goya replicas he tried to sell. The victims all bought the pictures from him, it was some deep rooted family trauma he was guided by, since his father had always told him he’d never be as good as Goya.” With a sigh leaving (y/n) she nodded her head, barely listening to the words Penelope spoke to redirect the conversation. 

Emily’s words about Aaron kept ringing in (y/n)’s ears, even as the three women started to pour shots down their throats with (y/n) mimicking their movements. 

……

“(Y/n)?” Aaron Hotchner’s all too familiar voice rumbled through her, eyes focused on Penelope and Emily, unable to bite down her drunken chuckles. It took her a few moments to reply, struggling with her blurred vision and the way her surroundings kept spinning all too fast. 

“You know what, Hotch?” She slurred her words, breaking out in laughter as Penelope almost lost her balance, leaning onto Emily and JJ as they waited for their taxi to arrive. “You’re the biggest asshole ever, I take back my apology.” 

“Are you drunk, (y/n)? Where are you? Are you alone?” Concern dripped from his words, an emotion her drunken mind didn’t pick up on, attention torn between his words and her newfound friends. She wrapped her arm around herself, trying to shield herself from the cold as a hum left her, wondering what she should tell him. 

“‘M not, Emily, JJ, and Penelope are here, the ones you lied to, in case you forgot.” An angry huff left Aaron, she heard him shuffling around, wondering what he was doing, or where he was going. 

“Where are you? Send me your location, I’ll pick you up.” (Y/n) ended the call, barely able to focus on the screen as she sent him her location, unable to ponder on what was about to happen. She could barely concentrate on the words she shared with the three women, telling them that somebody else would pick her up and that she’ll text them in the morning. And within minutes, (y/n) found herself watching an all too familiar frame walk closer to her, wordlessly wrapping his arm around her shivering frame, guiding (y/n) towards his warm SUV.

“Why did you lie? You could have just told them you don’t want me around.” She whispered her words, interrupted by a yawn rumbling through her, sinking further into the comfortable seat. But her eyes didn't leave his frowning features once, wondering what he was thinking about, wondering how he was feeling about being around her once again. 

“It’s not that simple, (y/n).” Aaron Hotchner matched the tone of her voice, hands tightening their grip on the steering wheel. Her mind screamed at her to shut up, to let it rest before this conversation would spiral out of control, and yet (y/n)’s racing heart urged her on to keep on talking, to ask the questions that wouldn't let go of her for months on end otherwise. 

“I know you don’t like me, but it would have been nice if you’d at least told me that I won’t be able to help any longer, to my face.” A sigh left Aaron, teeth grazing his lower lip as he stared stoically ahead, clearly telling (y/n) that their conversation was over. With her eyes wandering to her window and a huff leaving her, she kept watching houses blur by, no longer recognising the area they were in, wondering where he was taking her to – a question her professor answered without her having to ask. 

“You’ll stay at mine for the night, I don’t want to leave you alone in your state.” Angry, drunken words wanted to leave (y/n), words that were silenced by the realisation of what was about to happen. With his hand placed on the small of her back he guided her into the apartment complex, stabilising (y/n)’s frame till they stepped foot into the dark living room. She swayed slightly as she kicked her shoes off, not noticing the amused glance he shot her, watching her struggle. “You can sleep in my bedroom, I’ll take the couch. It’s the last door down the hallway, I’ll bring you some water in a minute.”

“I should take the couch, but you deserve to wake up to some back pain.” A laugh clawed through Aaron Hotchner as he turned from her, missing the sight of (y/n) disappearing down the hallway. With a deep breath being exhaled, he poured her a glass of water before he made his way to the bedroom, freezing in his step as his eyes found her frame, cuddling further into his comfortable pillows. 

“Here’s some water, do you want a shirt to sleep in?” She could only tiredly nod her head, hands working on her top, not caring that her professor was in the room with her, shuffling out of her clothes till she was only wearing her underwear. He had turned from her the second his mind had picked up on what she was about to do, wordlessly pushing the shirt of his into her direction without looking at (y/n) once. “I’ll be back in a few.”

She watched him leave the room with hurried steps, unable to stop her drunken chuckles from leaving her as she fell back against the mattress. The soft shirt she was now wearing smelled like him, a scent she’d always recognise, no matter how much she tried to pull herself away from the grasp her crush on him had on her heart. Years ago she had fallen prisoner to Aaron Hotchner, to the mere thought of him, mere images that were further from the truth than she had originally anticipated.

“Do you need something else?” With tired eyes she watched him approach once again, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. She silently prayed that she’d never forget this very moment, the almost domestic feeling the sight of him shot through her. No longer could she guide the words rumbling through her, no longer could she stop her body from acting on the actions she’d curse herself for in the upcoming hours. 

“Stay?”

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OK I think you’ve waited long enough 

My apologies if this Sucks Ass

In All My Years 

William/Marie (1/3)

TW ⚠️colm being awful⚠️harmful hands have been placed⚠️cursing⚠️smoking⚠️ arguing⚠️ mentions of past addictions and trauma⚠️

“JOEY! I NEED AN ADAM AND EVE ON A RAFT FOR TABLE SIX. MARIE GET THOSE FRIES TO BOOTH TWO!”

“You got it boss!”

She quickly stacked the plates on her arms and heads over to the table before feeling a buzzing in her pocket 

“here you go that’s two orders of french fries two orders of cheese fries, and two orders of chili fries right?…..good everyone enjoy”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket 

CALLER ID:  David 

“SADIE IM TAKING A TEN”

She quickly hangs up her apron and goes out the back door behind the restaurant. And answers the phone

“hello Marie”

“David sweetheart, I wasn’t expecting your call how’s the morning been treating ya?”

“it’s been going fine other than the fact that Asher almost put regular gas in my diesel truck. this morning has gone smoothly. How about yourself?”

“just trying to get through lunch rush”

“well, I commend you I have a hard enough time making sure tank and Christian don’t rip each other’s heads off I can’t imagine dealing with rude entitled customers”

“well when you got a little over 17 years worth of practice it comes just that little bit easier. So what kind of news gets me a phone call from the big man at the peak of noon?”

“right. Tomorrow we are having a small pack meeting with the house of Solaire.  it will only be a few people, and I would appreciate it if you joined us”

“well…hold on let me see what time?” She hears paper flipping on the other end “does 7:30 work for you?” she thinks for a moment “yeah that’ll work out just fine. Oh and David, by any chance will my son be there?” “yes, I asked Milo to attend as well”

“OK well I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t overwork yourself you hear me young man. Take care of yourself. Make sure you take your lunch break and drink some water all right?”

“yes Marie thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow”

 Curiosity, plagues her thoughts as to why David requested for her specifically. But she doesn’t question it.

The day progressed as it often does and the next thing she knew it was closing time she finishes wiping down the counters and tables, making sure everything’s in their place.

“i’m heading home Sadie”

“you need a ride Marie? It’s pretty dark out there”

“Thanks for the offer hon but I can get home OK. Tell Abigail I said hi” 

“Will do Marie”

Once everyone leaves, Marie locks the door and makes the walk to her apartment.

*BUZZ*

Message from: My little man

“Hey Ma I would normally call you but my phones about to die and I’m out of the house. I Just wanted to say have a good night and get home safe. love ya Ma❤️”

“Love you too baby💋”

She carefully opens the door to her apartment. Cautiously walking down the hall, and upon seeing her partner passed out in the lazy boy in front of the TV.  turns around and head towards the bathroom to wash up.  washing away the day, feeling the tension leave from her head when she puts her hair down.  she ties up her robe and heads to bed. 

—————————-time skip——————————

(⚠️⚠️⚠️ argument⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️)

The day went on as it often does, and  Marie got off of work and her usual Monday time and was now getting ready for a meeting with her pack and apparently a few special guests 

Her hair laid in short coffee curls that just barely grazed her shoulders. The dim light above shining just bright enough to highlight her dark eyes.

“who are you getting all gussied up for?”

She turned her attention to the figure behind her. Her partner leaning against the doorway groggily 

“David’s having a small pack meeting  with the Solaire house….and requested me there.”

She says finishing her makeup. And grabbing her jacket. He scuffs  “still rubbing elbows with mosquitoes Marie..” she discreetly rolled her eyes. “times are different now hon…vampires aren’t as bad as our parents made them out to be…”

Colm slams his fist against the wall “THEY STOLE OUR LAND AND KILLED OUR PEOPLE!”

She was upset at his behavior, but in an effort to not escalate the situation further, she kept her tone calm  “we live in America Colm. Half of history, is people taking land and killing people…the way I see it is easier to form an opinion on an individual then where they came from…..AND you know our pack doesn’t tolerate that kinda attitude” he got up in her face as if trying to intimidate…but if he knew the woman he was talking to for even a day, he would know that she’s beyond intimidation 

“David is just as spineless as his father was…this pack Isn’t even a WOLF PACK ANYMORE!”

“what are you trying to say?”

“our alpha and beta are engaged to humans! One of our strongest is with a Vamp, OUR SON IS-”

“DONT. Do not bring our son into this colm…..the boys are happy and that’s all I care about. I’m not gonna….i’m not gonna fight about that…..I gotta go I’m gonna be late-” he pulls her arm with a death grip “colm That Hurts!” He tightens his grip  “you Do NOT talk back to me woman I AM THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE. YOU LISTEN TO ME! YOU GOT THAT!” Before she could even conjure a response  he was already gone.

She rests back on the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. Her arm stung worse than anything he’s done before. Some tears escape her eyes before she quickly whips them away. “Come on Marie..you got no time for that right now..”

She gets up and stands there for a moment trying to gather her bearings when she hears *PING*

Message from: my little man 

“Me and sweetheart were just about to head out Are you sure you don’t want us to get you? it wouldn’t be a problem”

“i’m good baby I was just about to head out. need some fresh air anyway”

“all right Ma, see you there”

 she put her phone in her pocket and quickly looks in the mirror  before heading out the door.

————————at the pack Den————————-

Marie arrived, just as she sees her son and his mate walking inside. She Quickly makes her way in there, nearly bumping into Sam. “oh, I’m sorry sweetie”  Sam turns to face her a slightly concerned look on his before shifting to a smile  “oh, you’re fine Miss Greer. if you’re looking for Milo, I think I saw him and my mate talking to Asher” she gives his arm a squeeze  “thank you hun”

She walks up behind tank  and softly places a hand on their shoulder  “i’m not too late am I?” Darlin gives her a side hug  “you’re good mama M the Solaire’s aren’t even here yet” the slight brush against her arm stung but she tried not to let it show. Milo turns to face his mom before a feeling of concern washes over him “hey Ma… what’s this mark on your arm? Did something happen?” she winces in pain at his touch  “Oh I didn’t realize it left a mark…it’s nothing honey just a little workplace injury” sweetheart appears next to Milo’s shoulder  delicately replacing his hands on Marie’s arm  “here Marie let me get that for you”

“Oh thank you honey” sweetheart quickly heals  the wound with ease the pain relieving from her face  “what kind of workplace injury did that Ma?” “Milo it was just a simple smack from a cupboard nothing ya ma can’t handle no need to worry, baby” he let it go….for now. You see

if Milo knew how his dad was to his mother…….he would commit violent homicide. So Marie kept it from him. she felt that it was easier for him to swallow that his father made a full recovery when he left home vs his father taking out his frustration in new ways.

————————Solaire pov ———————————

William looked out the window seeing the park  passing them by illuminated in fairy lights.

“You know I could have driven us instead of having you waste the extra dime on a car” Vincent spoke catching Williams attention  “oh please Vincent. I have the dime to waste. plus I know you partner wasn’t feeling well I would hate for them to need something while we are gone and be stranded without a car….how are they feeling by the way?” With a soft laugh  Vincent turns his attention to the lock screen of his phone  “they’re in good spirits…they had a nice laugh about how funny it was that a vampire can get food poisoning” William returns his laughter  “….. you’re lucky you know…it is not common for vampires to find love as deeply felt as you both. I have had many people tell me how envious they are of you two….” he turns his attention back to the window. Vincent had a strange feeling after he said that. a strange feeling he wasn’t saying all that he meant. But he let it go.

 William was old, older than the very city he lived in, older than all of its citizens, older than the university that held the cities name.

And to someone who has been around that long The concept of love seems like a faint memory, A movie that he has seen only once or twice but that he hears references from every day. And for some reason he can’t find a place to watch that movie again.

The car arrives at the Pack Den. And the two vampires make their way to the front door when William hears a quite remarkable sound coming from inside.

————————————————————————

“I’m sorry. Did you just say you FELL DOWN A MOUNTAIN?!” he analyzed the voice as it echoed through his brain 

“Heh. Looks like milo’s in trouble again”

“I beg your pardon?”

“you’ll see*Knock knock*…….Asher!”

Behind the door was a tall man with a bright smile

“Hey Vincent! OH! And your highness..” he  attempts to bow before he is stop “no need ash” the younger man nods as they walk inside. William looked around still trying to find that voice. “Oh..um my name is Asher Talbot I’m the  beta of the Shaw pack” he extends his hand out awkwardly. The king returns the gesture “it nice to put a face to the name. David has told me great things” just as he said that David entered the room “William, Vincent. I hope it was Easy Getting here i know it’s not the most convenient spots”

“No trouble. Will had a nice time seeing all the murals on the way here” he shook his hand. “Yes. I don’t get a chance to come to this side of town often..it is quite beautiful”

David gestures to the pack room. Moving the conversation in there

“William there is someone I want you to meet” he signaled across the room. A shorter man in gold chains and casual bright floral button up walks over next to David “Milo. This is king William Solaire. William this is one of our packs strongest. Milo Greer” the smaller man rolled his eyes before speaking “it nice to meet ya William” he shook his hand  “You as well” as the small conversation continued he glances past Milo’s shoulder 

William’s POV:

Oh. Oh my.

She’s standing there.

What a site 

Her body curved in all of the most beautiful places, her skin shines with a copper glow, and that face. Michelangelos statues would be jealous.

“William!”

Nobody’s POV:

“William!”

The older man was snapped out of his thoughts.

“Will. We’re about to start. Are you ready?” He lightly shook his head clearing his thoughts “oh. My apologies we can start now yes”

Maria’s POV:

I was talking to Sam waiting for the meeting to get started. When out of the corner of my eye. I see Vincent and Milo. and….Oh

I make eye contact with the man shaking hands with my boy.

Well, ain’t he a looker. 

“Sam honey, who is that man standing next to Vincent?” Sam turns around. Before facing me again “That’s my king William.  don’t be fooled by the slightly intimidating appearance he’s a very nice man” bold of him to assume his appearances  isn’t very nice too.

 Chiseled face, silver Fox…..Wait NO Marie Greer WHAT are you thinking!?-Oh he’s looking at me..oh

Eyes. he’s looking…at me…..oh those eyes-

FOCUS MARIE!

Nobody’s POV

“Today we are joined by the house of Solaire. Who you may also know as the vampire clan that shares our Sam collins. Everyone meet king William and I’m sure most of you know of his prince. Vincent”

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you”

The meeting went on as most pack meeting do. Although to be completely honest, none of it was absorbed.  the two were too busy dancing there glances and attention around each other.  almost like a little game that neither of them knew they were playing. a game of who could look the longest without getting caught by the other.  who could take in the most information about the others appearance before the other turns their head. Of course William spoke when he needed to and Marie added her input where she felt necessary. But nothing more. 

At the end of the meeting they both mingled about until Milo decides to introduce her.

“William this is my Ma. Marie” quite enthusiastically She extends her hand out in front of her.  “Sam tells me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to meet ya” he softly turns her hand and kisses the back of her palm  “And It is more than a pleasure to meet you Miss Greer” the corners of her mouth curl up into a soft grin “well ain’t you sweet” “well it is not every day I see someone like you in my glances. Sam as well as Vincent and your son here has told me a lot about you. All good things I can assure you”

————————————————————————

Darlin walks out of the pack den  and sees Vincent sitting on the bench, a trail of smoke following his hand with the small amber illuminating his rings 

“you smoke?” he quickly looks up at the unexpected voice before relaxing his head again “lovely doesn’t like it, but takes the edge off every now and again….want one?” he tilts the open box towards them  “what kind?” he squints at the label “Marboro black menthol 100s..” they shrug their shoulders and walk over to the bench sitting beside him  “yeah sure why not”

“so..what kind of edge are you trying to takeoff with these Princey” he signed rubbing his eyes with his palms “…..i’m just worried about Will I guess....I mean Williams a nice guy…sometimes too nice ya know. He’s not the kinda guy to let you know that somethings wrong” Darlin takes a drag of the cigarette  “*Coughs*.. so how can you know if somethings wrong if he won’t tell you” “exactly! Like he seems content enough, but  what does he do? He watches Bob Ross, buys properties AND READS  but he doesn’t hang out with people he’s not that kind of dude and I don’t want him to-” “feel lonely? Yup been there before”

Vincent puts the finished cigarette in the ashtray and rests his elbows on his knees  “I wouldn’t stress about it too much Vinny he’s been around for however fucking long i’m sure he’s come up with ways to deal with loneliness….but I will tell you one thing…” they put out the half finished cigarette on their finger and stuff it behind their ear “I saw how he was looking at a particular pack member of mine tonight and..…something tells me Willy Boy won’t be lonely for too long” they say before quickly running back inside  “WAIT HOLD ON! what do you mean?”

He rushes inside to see darlin peering behind a doorway 

“Look!” They whisper, signaling him to come next to them. What does he see?. William

But he’s not alone 

“And Asher was the worst of them always taking dares and bets. he barely knew how to ride a bike without training wheels on LET ALONE! Down A damn near vertical hill” William laughed with a smile that could light up a room “and I thought The newborns were a handful! They must consider themselves lucky to have such an impressive  healer in their pack and you son must be grateful to have a good teacher” she shrugs her shoulders  “actually Milo never had much interest in healing magic BUT he had plenty interest in the ration of shit territory. I was younger when I had him, and peoples opinions about that were less than forgiving….so I wanted to raise him with a strong spine and a loud voice so he can dish out just as much as he takes ya know” the king nods in agreement “from what David tells me you’ve done a splendid job at that…now forgive me if I am speaking out of turn but. Is his father with us?”

She signed with a small smile “he’s at home…Colm is a…character alright..” William slightly tilts his head in confusion “he must consider himself a very lucky man to have a woman like you by his side” her brain rattled with the events from earlier “yea I don’t know if that’s how he’d phrase it” William looks her in the eye with a genuine smile “well that’s how I would phrase it” she smiled at the comment “Thank you. That’s quite the compliment from someone like yourself” he raises an eyebrow  “Someone like myself?” An almost devious smirk appears on her face “yea..a looker such as yourself saying, something like that about Little old me. i’m flattered” he was slightly taken aback at her boldness but instead of taking it back, he double down  “i could say more if you’d like. I must confess ever since I first walked in here…my mind has been filled with an abundance of things to say”

“Oh is that so~” “MA! You ready to go!” before the king could respond Milo had intervened. “just a second hon!” She reaches into her purse and grabs a small notepad and a pen. Quickly scribbling something. and handing it to William  “give me a call..if you wanna chat some more” William takes the paper and smiles  “I will. Thank you. it was wonderful meeting you Miss Greer”

“oh please. call me Marie”

—————————Time skip———————————

Time went on as time often does… but this time it’s different.

Marie and will had been taking nearly every day since then. And yes, you heard that correctly. “will”

Not William, not Mr. Solaire 

Just Will.

They would talk about life and like William said he had no shortage of giving Marie any compliments  that didn’t cross a particular unsaid line.

“special delivery for a Miss Marie Greer?” Marie rushed to the front of the diner “I’m Miss Greer. What’s this about a delivery?” The delivery boy handed her a small bouquet of orange roses.  “these were sent for you. Have a wonderful day” the delivery driver left and Marie was just a tad bit clueless as to who would send her flowers at her place of work. That is until she read the card. 

“Orange roses. Bright and bold. reminds me of someone I know…”-WS

With a big grin on her face she rolls her eyes, and sets the flowers down to take off her apron “SADIE IM GOING ON LUNCH!” Flowers in hand she exited to the back of the diner.

*ring ring ring* “this is William Solaire speaking”

“Hey will” you could practically hear her grin though the phone “I take it you received the flowers I sent?” “Yea. I did. Thank you By the way these are gorgeous” “well I would only except the best. How has the workday been treating you?” She smiled. slowly turning the flowers in the sun ray. “well, it’s been work. im doing a little bit longer of a shift than usual but nothing I can’t handle” “my dear. It is a shame that you have to work so hard. you deserve to be pampered every now and then for how many hours you work” she laughed at the thought. Pampered. sadly, that word had almost become foreign to her.  “i’m a big girl Will. I can handle a longer day…thank you though these flowers made my day brighter” “it is my pleasure….I would hate to cut our conversation short but I’m afraid I have a meeting with my progeny…in a few minutes my sincere apology. If you are not busy, we could talk in person later?” as he said that Marie’s Boss called for her “…….I’ll have to see” “please feel free to decline. Just know I am available” “i’ll keep it in mind Will. thank you”

They both say their goodbyes. And she heads back to work putting the flowers in a vase in the office so they wouldn’t dry out before she got Done. The workday continued like it normally did but Marie’s mind seemed occupied. And her smile seemed just a little bit wider. 

It was 8 o’clock time for closing. Marie sat in the office waiting for her boss to hand her her tips. Holding the vase of beautiful orange flowers. Delicately examining each pedal. Lost in a daydream. “who’s the lucky guy” she’s quickly brought out of her daydream by the sudden voice in the room. “OH! Sadie. I’m sorry I didn’t see you there” Sadie sits down and starts counting the money. “answer the question Marie. who’s the lucky bastard sending you flowers. I know for a fact it’s not that bum ass husband of yours…”

“SADIE!” She would say she’s shocked. But Sadie has never liked Colm…to be fair no one really liked Colm. But next to Milo, Sadie was on the top of that list. “What? I’m right aren’t I?” Marie rolled her eyes and slouched down in the chair  “he’s just a friend…” “A Friend that has You smiling brighter that I never seen you when he calls, A Friend That sends you a dozen orange roses..is this the same friend that was flirting with you at your pack meeting?” Marie was quiet. but that told Sadie all she needed to know. “Look Marie. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life but I am going to tell you to START LIVING IT. Your Life isn’t there to serve others life is there for you to live it for yourself…” Marie remembered what Will said earlier  “Just know. I’m available” and “my dear” about how those words felt. About all the things he said he liked about her, her laugh her smile, her eyes. All things that have been critiqued about her. 

she thinks about how William kissed her hand, About how soft his lips felt. About how when they were talking it felt like an eternity long conversation she didn’t want to end….that’s how every conversation felt. about how she felt listen to not ignored, about She felt talked to and not talked down to.

Then she thinks about Colm…

About her when her son was growing up, she barely saw him and when she did he was lecturing her about something she didn’t do, or about something she didn’t do “correctly” she thought about how even her late alpha one of the most kind men she knew, told her that she could do better. About how even her son said that she Deserved better.  she thought about his shouts. the things he’s broken in his hissy fits.

she didn’t want this.

She wanted to feel safe, she wanted to feel cared about and respected.

“…..Thanks for the advice Sadie….I’ll think about it” she puts her tips in her bag and heads out. As she walks to her apartment her head won’t stop ringing.

What if colm is just acting how a significant other supposed to act? 

What if it was all in her head? What if she’s just grasping at straws and William doesn’t actually-*Ring Ring Ring*

Caller ID: Will

“hey Will” she can hear him talking to someone in the background, but not loud enough for her to make out what they’re saying  “hello dear. I trust the rest of your shift went smoothly?” Was she hearing things or did he sound actually nervous? “oh yeah. the shift went great…and you will be happy to know that these pretty flowers you sent me lasted through lunch rush” William lets out a soft laugh  “I am happy to hear. Now to the reason I called you….. I have a request..An invitation if you will” “an invitation?…. what kinda invitation?” She hears he take a deep breath. Before responding “I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night.. if you are willing” she stops in her tracks. Did she just hear him ask what she think she heard him ask  “….Will honey feel free to call me a fool, but are you asking me out on a date?”  she replies with the biggest shit eating grin painted across her face. 

“….we’ll i….I am comfortable with calling it whatever you want…but yes I will confess I did have the idea of a date in mind” “we’ll….then a date it is. See you tomorrow night will” she can hear papers shuffling around  “does 8:30 work for you?  the sun will just be setting so it’ll make things a lot easier” “8:30 works fine will. I’ll see you then. goodnight”

“Goodnight my dear. Get home safe”

ah fuck. Ok this sucked and I’m really sorry.  I realize this is the longest fic I’ve ever made.  and I double realized that I’m really bad with formatting and other things… next one will be better I promise. Um thank you for being so patient for everyone who has been waiting for this.  it has been very much appreciated.  I hope everything is somewhat enjoyable. Y’all have been super awesome and  have hyped me up so much…so I’m sorry if this is bad

Forgive me for any spelling errors 

TAG: @frog-0n-a-l0g @foggytimemachineinternet @weepingredwillow @antipasto-the-theif @prince-damien-of-darkness @everything-redacted-and-others @evansotherthoughts @astranephele

#william/marie #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted william #redacted marie #redacted fic #no see um writing #sorry if this is shit

[pathetichoney]

[Image ID: A drawing of a selfie taken by Sam Manson with Damian Wayne. They are both dressed up in formal attire, Damian in a black/dark grey suit with a red tie, and Sam in a purple topped off the shoulder dress with black straps. She is wearing a variety of jewelry, a necklace with a bat pendant, a black choker with a star of david in a circle pendant and cartoonish spider shaped earrings. Her hair is reminiscent in her half-up hairstyle, but with two ponytails rather than one. The background is a dark wall, a white collumn and white tile flooring. There is a window in the back, with green curtains, and outside the window is a cityscape of Gotham at night. There is a watermark of the artist’s username in the top left corner @pathetichoney​. End ID.]

i am back on my bullshit this time with a v special new way that i’m drawing bc i got a new phone that i am paying out the wazoo for, however i can draw on it so my art has gotten significantly better. though of course i had to test myself and do both 1. a full background 2. a character who wears lipstick which i always struggle with unless their mouth is in a particular position and 3. a character that i have never ever tried to draw.

so like. rip me lol.

anyways i am back on my bullshit bc this is fanart of fanfic!!!! i always feel exactly in my element when i do this, it’s just always so good??? and fun?? and when i first read this fic, i mean oh god i just fell for it so hard. i ended up rereading it again like barely 48 hours after i’d finished reading it the first time lol

the fic in question is a damian and danny are twins au! it’s called Leap Before You Think by TourettesDog and i just-- the characterisations are just so well done it all feels incredibly natural especially with the merging of the two different universes into one cohesively and seamlessly it’s wonderful. there are a few faults with this pic i think, however i am still incredibly proud of it. as a bonus, here’s a better view of the window scene because i’m still really proud of that one:

#my art #danny phantom #batman #batfam #dp x dc #dp/dc #sam manson #damian al ghul wayne #fanfic fanart #also i am not jewish and i could not find a solid answer for this: but my intention w sam's choker necklace pendant was to be #the jewish star of david however when i looked online to find if i was right when i was doing the image id it was called a wiccan symbol? #as in the star of david in a circle and i couldn't find an answer to the question if they were two separate symbols or they're the same? #if this is NOT a jewish symbol then i can v easily change this and will make an edit for it even if it looks rather gothic for sam #i added the circle because the star that i'd drawn felt unfinished but i can v easily go back and add more detail to the star to remove it #as for damian i wish i could have accurately portrayed his murder scowl but due to my unfamiliarity with him i literally had to redraw him #like 10 times and i was v much relying on my friend to tell me exactly what i needed to adjust rip #in the end i gave up because this was the closest i could get to him and sigh oh well #i'll get it better next time i draw dp/dc stuff bc i probably will be doing it again soon lol #ALSO i am still v new to writing image ids so if there's any issues with this one please let me know!

[starvin-darlin]

Office Gossip

@giolovestameimpala requested david meeting angel’s friends so i thought i’d actually write that idea i had a couple weeks ago. thank u so much for the request!! hope u enjoy <3

—————————————————————————————

“Hey…Hey Anna. Pssssst Anna.”

“No talking. I’m working.”

Angel rolled their eyes and kept poking their office cubicle neighbour, “But it’s reaaaaally important.”

Tom, who shared a cubicle wall with the two, popped his head up, “I wanna hear the really important thing!”

“Ughhh what is it?” Anna grumbled.

“I met someone yesterday.” Angel whispered.

“Like, met someone met someone? Like someone cute?” Tom beamed, he was always wanting to hear about Angel’s love life, or them bemoaning their current lack thereof.

“Someone very cute. But he’s also very grumpy.” They replied.

“Well you love grumpy people! That’s why you and Anna get on so well!” Tom laughed.

“Watch it.” She warned, “So tell us more about him. How did you guys meet?”

“Well it’s kinda a funny story. I went to that coffee shop down the street from the office and he was in there and he said I was stalking him and to leave him alone but I thought he was cute so-“

“Hold on.” Anna interrupted in shock, “He accused you of stalking him?”

“Yes.”

“Had you actually been stalking him?” Tom asked, confused.

“No of course not!”

“So he accused you of stalking him and you didn’t call him weird and walk away?” Anna asked sharply.

“Anna you don’t understand. He’s gorgeous. Like dream guy. He’s all angry and brooding and tall and ripped and-“

“So… A gorgeous man who’s exactly your type just so happened to accuse you of stalking him for no reason and you spun that into a date with him?” Tom questioned.

“Exactly”

Anna and Tom exchanged a look.

“I’m not buying it.”

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“Second date went well!” Angel chirped, walking into the lunch room.

“Ohhh your second date with your totally made up man?” Tom replied through a bite of his sandwich.

Anna took a sip of her coffee, “Where did you go? Narnia?”

They exchanged a laugh while Angel rolled their eyes.

“Anyways, did you hear about that guy from HR cheating on his wife?”

——————————————————————————————

“Who do you think is most likely to have sex in the office?”

Angel choked on their coffee and looked up to see their favourite coworker peering over their shared cubicle wall.

“Tom, I thought we agreed to actually get some work done today.”

“Are you actually doing any work?”

Angel closed the half finished game of solitaire on their computer.

“It’s gotta be Anthony.” Anna piped up. “Him and his new guy already do way too much PDA when he comes to visit.”

Tom leant on the cubicle wall and laughed, “A very valid answer, but stay with me here: Carol.”

Angel held back a snort, “Carol! She’s like 70!”

“She is very spry for her age, and she looks like she really knows her way around a fax machine if you know what I mean.”

Angel shushed him and Anna smacked him with a file.

“Hey you never know, maybe I’ll be the first to have sex in the office.” Angel smirked.

“Oooooo are you and imaginary man getting serious?” Tom teased.

“He asked to make it official over the weekend.”

“Finally! You have been seeing each other in your head for months.”

“We wanted to take it slow!”

“Very cute. Very romantic of you.” Anna remarked dryly.

Angel’s phone lit up with a text message. “Actually he’s here to pick me up for lunch.” They smirked before texting David to come upstairs and meet them in the office.

Tom and Anna shared a suspicious glance. “Did you seriously hire an actor to keep this lie going?”

The office door opened. David looked around the room before his eyes locked on Angel. They waved him over with a huge smile, revelling in the shock on their friends faces. David made his way over to them, well over six feet tall and in a leather jacket covering his impressive physique, he stood right out against the mundanity of paperwork and beige desks.

“You ready to go angel?” He muttered, keeping his voice low to not disrupt the people working around him. It didn’t work, everyone was already staring and whispering to each other.

“See you guys after lunch!” Angel exclaimed with a wink, clearly rubbing their victory in their friends faces. To nail their point home, they grabbed David’s hand and led him out of the office.

Anna and Tom were silent until the rest of the office returned to its usual background noise of keyboard clicking.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Tom whispered to Anna.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Anna mumbled, head in her hands.

“They’re dating David fucking Shaw?! Alpha of the Shaw pack?”

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted davey/angel #one shot

[teasandcardigans]

trash fic thursday <3

hello all! this has pretty much become a dead account mostly due to the fact that the fandom does not feel like a community that is good for me anymore, but i wanted to respond to my close mutuals who continue to tag me in posts about writing and music

i'm going to be sharing old drafts, forgotten wips, and dead works that will likely never be finished. first up? hindsight, part 1. a fic that i started right after sam and david's phone call and raced to finish, but ran out of time before the next video came out:

“Thank you,” came the voice through the phone, deep and rough.

The line clicked off. Sam stared at his screen for a moment, unsure of his next move. He had agreed to meet David tonight and he felt everything in his body tell him to do the exact opposite. This wasn’t his fight, despite everything he may harbor against Quinn. The vendetta was Darlin’s and now Sam was neck deep in shit he never wanted to be a part of.

His eyes drifted away from his phone and towards a sleeping Darlin, who was still peacefully tucked under their sheets. Sam shouldn’t have stayed, really. He only came to make sure Darlin was still breathing and not bleeding out again after the shifter neglected to answer Sam’s calls. The two of them talked for a while, then one thing led to another, and suddenly Darlin’s hand was curling around his wrist asking him to stay. Sam took one look at them and caved.

The newborns were making him soft.

Sam could see the slightest breaks of dawn through Darlin’s bedroom curtains and knew he had to go, or else he’d be trapped here all day. With a soft farewell touch to Darlin’s cheek, Sam pulled on his boots and headed for the door, triple checking the lock and wards before leaving.

He had to speed back to WonderWorld to avoid the sun, which meant the typical hour-long walk from Darlin’s place to the amusement park was completed in a matter of minutes. Sam arrived to see two curious newborns waiting for him, both talking quietly before noticing his arrival.

They both questioned where he had been and Sam politely remindedminded the newborns that he was the Maker here, not them. His locations didn’t need to be closely monitored by someone who wasn’t in the bloodlust phase, theirs did. That fact quickly made Fred’s nervous ramblings come to a halt, but Sam wasn’t so lucky with Bright. The stubborn one always pushed a little more than Sam liked.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why you smell like a wet dog?” Bright questioned, coming to walk backwards in front of Sam in order to keep eye contact with him. “Or why Vincent’s become our babysitter for the past month?”

Sam pointed his finger at them, trying his best to be stern through his exhaustion from speeding to the park. “Vincent owes me, that’s why. The rest isn’t your business, kid.”

Bright huffed and turned away.

Sam was antsy all day. He tried to get work done, but his mind wouldn’t let the thought of meeting David Shaw go. The alpha had a strong reputation in Dahlia and his pact with William went back years. The Solaire clan knew their bounds with the Shaw pack, and yet, Sam was testing them. He had been crossing the line the night Darlin gave him the address to their apartment and he stepped through the threshold to heal them. Under the agreements of the pact, David had every right to rip Sam a new one.

Sam hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

#redacted asmr #redacted #teasandwrites #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted david

[mothmyk]

in honor of the suicide sqaud releasing two years ago today, thus abner krill ( depicted by david dastmalchian ) being given and subsequently from us two years ago. heres 50 "RIP to abner krill , you would have loved-s." (side note- these aren't all things that dropped after abner died, he very well could have loved these things. it is just silly)

RIP to Abner Krill, you would have loved:

1- Grimace Shake

2 - Skittlespox Ads

3 - Pasta Salad

4 - Nintendo Wii

5 - Nintendogs

6 - Black Cats

7 -  Halloween

8 - Halloween Shortbread Cookies

9 - Thrift Stores

10 - Cool Lamps

11 - Maximalism

12 - Bowling Alleys

13 - Hole In The Wall Restaurants

14 - Play Doh

15 - Radiohead

16 - They Might Be Giants

17 - The Muppets

18 - Feeling Strangely Seen By Gonzo From The Muppets

19 - DVD Select Screens

20 - Mismatching Socks

21 - Epic Rap Battles of History

22 - Murals

23 - Making Breakfast

24 - Drinking Coffee, Not Because You Like It But Because That's What Everyone Else Does

25 - Weird Mugs

26 - Colorfull Pill Organizers

27 - Themed Calendars

28 - Reading a Book and Then Watching the Movie and Nitpicking Everything They Got Wrong

29 - Those Little Solar Dancing Flowers

30 - Wacky Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Men

31 - The Way they Dance in Goth Clubs

32 - Soda in Glass Bottles

33 - Ruining a Prefectly Good Outfit With a Weirdly Big Jacket

34 - The Garfield Phones

35 - Keychains

36 - Helping an Old Person Across The Street Across The Street and Getting Way More Out of It Than They Did Because At Least You Can Do That

37 - Disco

38 - Cool Umbrellas

39 - A Moderate Amount of Rain

40 - Being Held

41 - Matching Pajamas

42 - Christmas Lights (he IS human Christmas lights if you really think about it)

43 - Being Laughed With Instead of At

44 - Gumball Machines With the Random Things In Them

45 - Buying The Birthday Cake Flavor of Everything, Simply Because It Feels like it Makes Sense

46 - Post-it Notes

47 - Adult Coloring Books

48 - Game Shows

49 - Lava Lamps

50 - Having Enough Time To Enjoy All of These Things :(

#abner krill #polkadot man #the polka dot man #david dastmalchian #the suicide sqaud #tss #the polka-dot man #the missus #this! took a while #i may be cringe but i am free

[capitalisticveins]

knock knock

I'm baaaaaaaaack, and I have angst for you. I was struggling to come up with some for Guy and Honey, but I have quite a few for the rest of the characters. Keep in mind, I'm new here, so I may have messed up a few details, but I hope you enjoy regardless:

Angel gets mugged/drops their engagement ring and can’t get it back. They feel horrible having to confess it to David, guilty for losing it for both the money and work he put in to picking it out 

Asher gets flashbacks from his time during the Inversion

Milo gets a phone call/visit from his dad

Aaron has been spending way too much time at the office. A suspicious amount.

Ollie gets sick. Really sick. Needs hospitalization level sick. 

The usually (flirty) physically affectionate Gavin stops being so cuddly and touchy towards Freelancer, for supposedly no reason. 

Lasko gets stood up

Cutie gets help they need in order to improve as a partner. Alas, Geordi has moved on, and is extraordinarily happy with his new one, another telepath who doesn’t constantly read his mind 

Kody comes back. 

Sam gets a visit from Alexis. Darlin is about to rip her head off. 

Lovely cries over the lose of their powers. (Same thing with the Milo shifting episode with no happy ending)

I hope you enjoyed those! And if you want more? Feel free to ask =)

OH THESE ARE SO SAD IM DOING THEM

but UNFORTUNATELY these are oneshot level prompts and I only do headcanons, so while I WILL be writing them, it’ll only be in Headcanon form

Additionally I already have another request I’m doing at this moment so I’ll get to these by say…Saturday? No guarantees

But I’m going to make them all have separate posts (like Guy Meeting Honey HCs, I’ll make a full set of headcanons for each prompt and they’ll be posted separately)

Also I probably won’t be able to get to…maybe 3 of them? I’m drawing a blank on Gavin, Aaron, and Kody. If I change my mind I’ll let you know (sorry for all this, I’ll get to writing these once I’m done! ^^)

(Also for the Lasko one I’m not making the reader his listener they deserve better 😭 he’s had partners before I’ll use one of them)

#I made a lot of conditions to this I’m so sorry #ALSO THE OTHER PERSON WHO IM WORKING ON ALSO REQUESTED ANGST HEADCANONS??? #AFTER THAT SNEAK PEEK YALL WANNA BE HURT??? #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 2

Hello, fellow weirdos (affectionate)! Have a part 2 to this sweet nonsense <3

As always, full text under the cut and link to Chapter 1 right here! :)

Chapter 2

Left alone in the Saferoom, Jack decided to leave and spend the rest of the day productively scrounging for tokens and mattresses in the main dining area. But while he did so, he simply couldn’t avoid glancing at Dave with his new friend across the room.

What on earth got into him?

It was all strange to Jack who had never even considered Dave having this kind of side to him. After all, he’s the one that roped Jack into killing kids with him in the first place.

In the distance, he saw Dave set down the girl–he refused to acknowledge Dave’s awful name for her–back onto the ground. Sighing to himself, Jack continued checking under dining tables.

“Alright, kid, pick out a shirt ya like.”

He then turned to one of the few people that unnerved him.

“…‘Sup, Matt.”

“Oh hello there, David.”

“Bang any chicks lately?”

“I can’t feel my face.”

“Yeah thanks for that. Got any shirts that aren’t these Toy fuckbrains?”

“Not anymore.”

“But the old Bonnie was just out earlier!”

“Those old things always escape the back. It’s these Toy guys or nothing.”

“Gross. Well, which one d’ya want? But the duck’s off limits.”

She didn’t hear his question as she was focused on looking at all the prizes.

“Pruny?”

Dave tapped her shoulder which startled her.

“Which o’ those shirts y’want?”

“Either way, they’re 150 tokens a pop.”

“You're fuckin’ with me! The hell is this inflation!? They were only 80 back in Colorado!”

“We’re in California. 150 a pop.”

“Yeah, well I’m half a mind to speak t’ your manager about your little firework shindig. 10 tokens. Final offer.”

Dave heard an all-too-familiar click from the other side of the counter.

“I see. So that’s how it is then.”

The gun had emerged from hiding to be pointed at his face by the time he finished his sentence. He could hear a scared whimper at his side as he stared down the barrel unflinching.

“That’ll be 150 tokens, dead or alive.”

He stood still, staring sternly back at Matt. But then he suddenly turned his eyes to his left.

“Y’seein’ this shit, Scott?”

“S-Scott-?”

With just the slightest falter, Dave easily yanked the gun out of his hand before Matt could even ascertain that their manager was nowhere nearby.

“Teh, well that was easy!” he said as proudly gave the pistol in his hand a Western styled twirl.

“Now I don’t even have to pay a single token, now do I, Matt?”

“–DAVE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

They both turned their heads to see their orange coworker running toward them from across the dining room.

“Oh, hey Sportsy!”

As Jack arrived, he hunched over panting from the adrenaline, leg suddenly hugged by a scared Pruny.

“What's going on here!? Why do you have a gun!?”

“Ah, relax, the threat’s been dealt with, and Matt was just gettin’ me a Spring Bonnie shirt for the kid!”

“That doesn’t even exist.”

“Ah, well that’s a shame for you, ‘cause I won’t stand for anything less.”

“Gimme that!”

Jack promptly ripped the gun from Dave’s hand and tossed it behind him.

“What the hell were you thinking!? I look over, and suddenly I see you twirling a gun in front of her!? The hell were you doing in front of her!?”

“Oh come off it, yell at Matt for pullin' the gun on me in the first–”

"She's terrified-!"

“Who wants to tell me who threw this gun at me!?”

The four turned their attention to a disgruntled Phone Guy holding up a pistol by the barrel.

“That would be the scary orange guy, sir.”

“Wh–”

“Come with me, employee.”

“What–!?”

As Jack was dragged off by Phone Guy, Dave turned his attention back to his current adversary. But Pruny found herself torn between whether she should follow the Orange Guy or stay by the currently arguing Purple Guy.

“Alright ye fuckin’ virgin, now gimme a shirt already, I don’t care which!”

“150 tokens.”

“You motherfucking– How ‘bout a nice, pretty knife to the throat instead, bozo?”

“Knives? I’ll give you 15 tokens for those.”

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“...This is the SECOND time I’ve seen you with a weapon today, employee! Don’t tell me the gun was for errands too!?”

“The gun wasn’t even mine! It was Matt’s apparently!”

“What do you mean, ‘apparently’?”

“I dunno, that’s what D–” He stopped himself from accidentally snitching.

“–what Dave said, wasn’t it?” Scott sighed. “And he has a kid!?

Look employee, I don’t have the time or energy to play detective with you, can I just give you a warning and then we both move on–”

But he interrupted himself upon noticing a third person was also here. Jack looked beside him where Scott was suddenly staring–

“Pruny? What’re you doing here–”

“‘P-Pruny?’”

Jack cursed himself for blurting out that stupid name. Neither of them had noticed her following behind them.

“Employee… don’t tell me she’s… yours and Dave’s–”

“...OH– dear god, no-”

“Oh thank God.…Is she r-really Dave’s– I mean the skin, but… how–”

Jack thought of reassuring Scott with the truth, but he knew Dave would bitch at him for it later.

“I have no idea, Scott…” he fakely yet sincerely sympathized.

(Chapter 3) ->

#remembering that matt has a gun when threatened changed the direction of this chapter drastically #dsaf fanfic #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #davesport #dave miller #jack kennedy #dsaf dave #dsaf jack #dsaf matt

[blametheeditor]

To See And To Hear | Chapter 3

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NOT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder and death. Death scene. The concept of someone who was killed living their after-life on Earth. Dark thoughts/themes.

Run Down: Fazbear Corporation has a dark past full of death and murder. On one hand, it'd be safe to assume at least one unrestful spirit would haunt their last resting place. On the other, if they knew the plans William Afton had in store, any reason to stay should immediately be replaced with moving on as soon as possible.

Look, it's not David's fault he constantly fires employees

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“Thank you for calling-!” 

“It’s me,” has Fritz immediately cutting himself off midsentence, wincing at the annoyance in his boss’ voice. “Do you even look at the number when a call comes through?”

Only David Harrison would get upset over something like accidentally being greeted like a customer. But despite having only worked for the man for little over a month, Fritz should’ve seen it coming from a mile away. He’s the one answering calls for the restaurant afterhours for free, though, so he doesn’t have lot of room to judge. 

“Sorry, Mr. Harrison,” the redheaded teenager apologizes. “What can I do for you?”

“I currently have someone on another line who wants to talk to you. You most likely haven’t met him, but his name is Vincent, and he works directly with William.” 

Fritz feels the phantom feeling of blood draining from his face. He’s seen how he’s supposed to look when he goes pale, his freckles standing out more than usual, his cheeks seeming almost hollow. The only problem is the fact it can’t happen anymore. His skin can’t get paler if there’s no blood anymore, or even skin for that matter. 

Despite being dead, Fritz can’t help but feel terror creeping through him. And not the kind where he’s afraid of getting physically hurt, nor the kind when he realized he will haunt the restaurant he died in for all eternity. No, it’s the kind when you get caught red handed, and everything he has is about to be ripped away. 

“Wh-What does he want to talk to me about?” Fritz asks. Glad he can say something. Unsure how to feel about the fact his mouth is dry even though it’s impossible for it to be. 

David sighs, sounding just as upset about the circumstance. As if he knows he might lose his most ‘competent employee’, a compliment coming from the business man. “He wanted to check in and see how you’re doing. I gave him a full report, including you always clocking in on time and the notes I’ve given you for improvement with customers, but he apparently needs to speak to you. So don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to me, understand?” 

This is bad. Someone who works directly with William found out someone was lying about being hired by the company owner himself. Maybe Fritz should’ve thought out his lie a little more, not say William Afton gave him a position under David. Should’ve thought about the fact updates would’ve been sent. Should’ve thought about there being suspicions an employee is working but not getting paid. 

But it’s too late now. “Y-Yes sir.” 

“It’s only a phone call, Fritz,” David says. “Just don’t fuck it up.” 

“Hello, is this Fritz Smith?” 

The unfamiliar voice greets him before he’s able to prepare himself, forced to face the fact he’s going to get fired. His name removed from the company directory for a second time. Left completely alone for however long it takes for his spirit to finally move on. He may be able to interact with the animatronics, but it’s not the same as talking to someone living. Someone who can fear death. 

Someone who could understand the sheer amount of terror that still grips him at the thought of the stage- 

“Take a deep breath for me. In, and out.” 

Fritz’s head whirls around to make sure he’s not about to be crushed all over again. Feeling his chest heaving even though there’s no lungs to make it happen. Stares at the small room void of stages, or animatronics, or anything except for him, a small desk, and an old phone. 

An old phone he put on speaker when David call. That currently has someone else’s voice emitting from it. One trying to calm him down. 

It takes a moment for him to establish it’s over he can’t get killed again. Imitates taking a deep breath before letting it out. Tenses up as he realizes David’s supervisor is on the phone. “I-I’m so sorry!” 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” the man, Vincent reassures. Not sounding mad in the slightest, but David was good at making it seem like he wasn’t upset for a mistake in order to drop your guard for when he explodes. “Trust me, I know how terrifying it is talking to someone who speaks on behalf of William.” 

Fritz forces out a laugh in the hopes it’s assumed that’s the only reason why he panicked. Not for anything more, including but not limited to lying about being a remote worker. “It’s the more common reaction I take it?” 

“Even worse when it’s done in person,” and he can hear the smile in Vincent’s voice. “Though, your case is a special one.” 

“H-How so?” 

“Well...let’s start with the fact you share the same name with someone who was in the obituaries a few weeks ago.” 

Out of everything Fritz was expecting, from there being legal issues for working for free to there being consequences lying about being hired by someone who never did, someone figuring out he’s a ghost haunting the living world was not one of them. 

Because David didn’t so much as blink when his ‘new’ employee said their name was Fritz Smith. The waiter who died at David’s restaurant after only a month of working for him, not only being the one to get it resolved but report it as well. Meaning his name had to filled in multiple times in order to ensure everything was filled properly. But his death was so inconsequential to the business man he only thought it was an odd coincidence, or maybe never even thought about it at all. 

Maybe it’s different when it concerns William Afton, the owner of the most infamous restaurant chains. Instead of waving a hand, everything is combed through thoroughly. To make sure the rumors of night guards dying instead of quitting only stay as rumors. To make sure those who died stayed dead. 

“...am I fired?” Fritz asks softly. The only thing he can think to say. It’s not like he can claim he simply shares a name with someone who died. There wouldn’t be any way to prove he’s alive. Not when no one can even see him even if he stands directly in front of them, the only way he can be heard is through the phone. 

“And get screamed at by David for taking away the only employee he says to be competent? No thank you, you’re more than welcome to continue your ‘remote work’ and save me the trouble,” Vincent says. “Though I am curious why you are working.” 

Fritz’s mouth drops open at how...casually it’s accepted to talk to someone confirmed to be dead. Not even a hint of suspicion this all might be some kind of meticulous ploy. Which wouldn’t make any sense, because what could be possibly gain from it if it was, but people would accept that than the idea they’re conversing with a ghost. 

“I, uh....” Fritz feels his face heat, and he’s tempted to find a mirror at some point to see if he can still blush even though he shouldn’t be able to. But right now he’s just realizing how it’s going to sound. That he’s still working for David despite the fact he’s dead. Was killed at the very restaurant he’s having this call at. “I know I don’t have to, b-but I’m here anyways, and no one can talk to me otherwise so it’s nice. Gives me something to do except wait for night to talk to the animatronics.” 

“So David can actually talk to you over the phone?” No judgement in Vincent’s voice. Just curiosity. 

“Uh, yeah,” Fritz murmurs. “It’s, it’s kind of weird seeing him in person. Because we talk fairly often. But I’m invisible until I’m back on the phone.” 

“To be honest, I admire you wanting to work for him,” Vincent says. “Not taking into account what happened, he’s not exactly the greatest boss.” 

“I haven’t got yelled at yet,” the teenager can’t help but smile, agreeing to the sentiment David clearly doesn’t treasure his employees. But it does mean that Fritz wasn’t battling against the terror of realizing a ghost is a glorified secretary. “He’ll guarantee blame me for having too long of a phone call though.” 

The man chuckles. “Sorry not sorry. I did want to ask, would you be up for having tomorrow night off?” 

“What for?” 

Fritz freezes when he realizes how disrespectful that sounded, relieved when Vincent only hums. “I know there’s not much you can do, but I have a friend who’s in the same position as you. Though unlike David, he doesn’t need a phone to talk to me.” 

It doesn’t click right away. But Fritz is given enough time to mull over the words. Fully comprehend what’s being said. 

Gasps when he realizes “Th-There’s- y-y-you-?” 

“My friend and I would love to meet you face to face.” 

Fritz stares at the concrete wall in front of him, startled when he feels something rolling down his cheek. Attempts to wipe it away but the phantom sensation of tears stay. The reminder he’s nothing but a projection of who he once was. 

But there’s someone else, with a living friend. He knew there would be, somewhere, but he wasn’t going to leave the restaurant to try and find them. Possibly get lost and never find his way back to the only place that’s familiar. 

He doesn’t have to get lost, lose what little he has. They want to meet him. 

“Please.” 

“I don’t know if you heard, but David’s been going to another location, Fazbear’s Pizzeria, to help with improving it. He’ll be going there tomorrow night after Fazbear Entertainment Center closes. How do you feel about following him and we’ll be there waiting for you?” 

Fritz suddenly feels nauseous as something thumps painfully against his chest. It’s so real he almost thinks he’s alive again. He’s not, he can never be, but it doesn’t stop the fact he is nothing short of ecstatic. Nervous following someone who doesn’t know he exists and terrified something could go terribly wrong, but excited. Relieved. Hopeful. 

“I-I can follow him,” Fritz declares. “Tomorrow night?” 

“Tomorrow night,” Vincent confirms. “You know David, he’ll leave as soon as the doors are locked.” 

“Okay,” the teenager nods. Feels a giant grin spread across his face. “Thank you.” 

“I’ll let David know you’ve got the night off, William’s orders for mandatory training. See you tomorrow, Fritz.” 

Getting yelled at for attending ‘mandatory training’ is going to be more than worth it.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

#David can't keep track of names #he's fired and hired thousands of employees! #but don't ask how many Fritz's he's come across #his point still stands #hope ya'll have a good weekend! #FNAF bois #BTE writing #Ghost Jeremy AU #To See And To Hear #cw #content warning

[tailoredshirt]

48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

TK and Carlos doing some holiday decorating, assisted by Jonah. 650 words. PG. Thank you to @detective-giggles for always reading my snippets. <3

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“Hey, buddy. You gonna give me another ornament?” TK asked, smiling as Jonah chose a bright red candy cane shaped ornament. “Oh, that’s a good one. Can you bring it to me?”

Jonah stood for a moment looking at TK, then turned and ran over to where Carlos was rummaging through a box of decorations.

“Oh, I see how it is,” TK said as Jonah showed Carlos the ornament he had picked out. Carlos winked at TK and picked up Jonah, settling him on his hip.

“Carlos,” Jonah told TK, then tried to stick the ornament in his mouth. Carlos gently took it out of his hand.

“I know,” TK replied. “Carlos.”

Carlos walked over to where TK was standing by the tree they’d set up between the living room and the dining room. Carlos had wanted to buy an artificial tree but TK had insisted that they should have a real one for their first year together in the loft.

“Good choice,” Carlos told him. “Right here? Yeah, that looks good.”

Jonah made a noise that sounded like agreement, then reached for a clear Star of David ornament hanging on a branch next to him. Carlos moved out of grabbing distance as TK returned to the box of decorations that Enzo had brought from New York.

“What about this one?” TK asked Jonah, holding up a silver Macaw ornament that was probably older than he was. “It looks like Ginsburg. Remember Ginsburg, buddy?”

“Gizzburr,” Jonah said, grabbing Carlos’s necklace so swiftly that TK was surprised he didn’t rip it off his neck.

“Yeah, Ginsburg. Mom loved Ginsburg.” TK hung the bird next to a picture of him and his parents in a frame made out of painted popsicle sticks.

“Gizzburr,” Jonah told Carlos, and Carlos brushed a piece of glitter from his chubby cheek.

Both TK and Carlos’s phones buzzed, one right after the other. TK checked his and said, “Dad and Enzo are almost done with dinner. He’s wondering if we want them to bring something back for us?”

“Sure,” Carlos said, trying to distract Jonah with a piece of garland.

TK typed out a quick reply and shoved his phone back into his pocket. “They’ll be back in half an hour.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to help hang one of Carlos’s ornaments, buddy?” TK asked, and Jonah ignored him in favor of Carlos’s necklace. “Which one?” TK held up a wooden angel ornament painted in bright colors, then a novelty baseball ornament with “CARLOS” written in block letters.

“The angel. Tía Rosa made it,” Carlos said, accepting the ornament and showing Jonah. “Now she sells them on Etsy.”

“Aw, babe, you’re so cute.” TK held up an ornament frame with a picture of a much younger Carlos in it. He was missing a tooth.

Carlos shook his head but he was smiling when TK showed Jonah the picture.

“Carlos,” said Jonah.

“Yeah, buddy, that’s Carlos,” TK said, ruffling Jonah’s hair. Jonah pulled away from him like an embarrassed teenager. “Where should this one go?”

Jonah’s hand shot up to point at the top of the tree.

“Yeah, we need more on top, huh?” TK pulled over the step stool and climbed to the top step. “Okay, there’s Carlos, at the top of the tree.”

“Carlos,” Jonah told him.

TK raised his eyebrows at Carlos. “I think I’ve been replaced.”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. Nobody’s been replaced, have they, Jonah? You love TK.”

Jonah fisted the collar of Carlos’s sweater. “Carlos.”

TK grinned and leaned down, and Carlos met him halfway, pressing up on his tiptoes to close the gap between them. TK laid his palm against Carlos’s cheek and laughed into the kiss when he felt Jonah tug at his necklace.

“It’s okay,” TK whispered when he pulled away, “I know the feeling.”

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star #911lsfic #911 ls fic #tarlos fic #my fic

[headingalaxys-spicy]

I really liked your head canons with a black darling x Francis. Could you make some sfw and nsfw head canons for black darling x Allen. 💖

The pansexual bad boy that loves the diversity of his populous…even if he does go on murders rampages murders a few hundred people that unfortunately happen to be in his vicinity. Stay far away from him and the other 2ps during the blood moon or if he’s pissed about something.

The Strawberry Moon was out and hit him heavy. You were on your way home from work, grabbing a quick drink at your local bar; the sweat off your glowing melanated skin made you look like a budding firefly in the early evening sky. You’ve officially caught his attention.

Here is how your courtship went down.

Warning this is a spice post!

SFW

He will be suave and use his rizz, get you a drink, and introduce himself. He’s great at chatting you up as he lets his eyes roam your gorgeous body that was like a black pearl concealed by street clothing.

He will give you his number and IG handle where he’ll send you flirty texts, gifs, and memes.

He will offer you rides on his motorcycle.

“I know where some of the best places to chill are, babe. We can always go for a midnight ride.~”

He will definitely try to keep his hand on your waist like the 3 or 4th time that you encounter him at the bar.

You’ll essentially never have to pay for any of your drinks again because he steals your bill; even though you fight for it he’s very slick.

He will definitely ask what lotion you use that keeps your dark skin to be so silky smooth.

He will commonly rest his head on your shoulder to be nosey in your business whether you’re on your phone, sketching, writing etc.

“Whatcha doing babe?” It’s cute, and you know it.

NSFW

Has definitely had a fantasy in his head where he’s wanted to fuck you raw on his motorcycle.

Has wanted to mark your soft sensitive russet brown skin with a cigarette once he’s finished one of his rounds to mark you as his.

He sends you the song “Bed” by Joel Curry, RAYE & David Guetta when he wants to make love to you. ‘Babe, I’m lonely and I want to see you in that cute lacy teddy that I got from Savage recently I want to see your glossy sepia skin in it.’ He licks his lips at the thought of being able to rip it off only minutes after you dawning it. Not before he takes some pictures that he saves for himself for later so he can pleasure himself. He has a thing for liking to linger his nose close to your inner thighs. He loves inhaling the cocoa butter you covered them in moments before he’s removed your panties and goes down on you for 30 minutes at a time. You’ll be fucking SPEECHLESS when he’s done.

He enjoys handcuffing you to the bed and taking in your bare trembling form. He will trace his hands on your silky midnight skin all the way down to your perky breasts and play with your mounds of joy.

‘Hehe, they're so big, babe.’

It’s an obvious given that he’s into rough sex. So much in fact that you will bleed a little from down under for a little bit and you won’t be able to walk for a week.

“Sorry, babe but you’re just so gorgeous I couldn’t help myself.” As he places a few gentle kisses on your forehead as he wipes a few of your kinky curls from your face.

His favorite sex position would be the Face-Off. Where he gets to slide himself within you but also get a great view of your assets and he can stare at your beautiful face that is painted with pristine umber. It’s as if you’re art that came to life.

He cuddles you after all the sex is through and you’ll practically have to beg him to let you leave the bed if you have to go to the bathroom afterward. (Also you’ll need help doing so.)

#hetalia #hws #2ptalia #hetalia x reader #headingalaxys spicy #headingalaxys writes headcannons #2p america #yandere hetalia #spicy content #hetalia imagines #allen jones

[acernusaurus]

Legends Of Tomorrow Potential Big Bad Prompt List

1) Cat People

2) Mushroom Again*

3) Clones

4) Doppel-gangers

5) Mutants

6) Zombies

7) Mr. Parker

8) Time Remnants*

9) Sentient Phones

10) Authoritarian Future Government Agents*

11) Time Wraiths

12) Rip Hunter

13) Obama

14) Grodd

15) Evil Unicorn

16) Rasputin

17) Rory's Kids

18) Kuasa

19) Lex Luthor

20) (mentioned) Mallus

21) (mentioned) Big Beebo

22) (mentioned) David Bowie

23) Damien Darhk

24) Kaiju

25) Julius Caesar

26) Mick Rory

27) Squinting*^

28) Queen Elizabeth III

29) Ray Palmer

30) Time Pirates

31) Time Witches

32) Ourselves

33) Time Itself

34) Paragons

35) Wild Card (5 bottles)

*Best guess

^Feeling called out if correct

#legends of tomorrow #writing prompt #villains list #happy big beebo birthday #call that a bottle episode #write the future seasons we could have had #i read them all so you dont have to #might as well use it for something #some real gems in there #the wild card bottles are my white whale #legends of tomorrow 7x02 #forgot the alt text #its there now

[mystrothedefender]

I was tagged by uh..... @the-desolated-quill @isindismay and @funnywormz to do this. 8 shows to get to know me. I've found it super difficult to think of 8 shows that are actually like. 'Yes I will sit and watch this show' shows that are actually important to me. My inability to focus knows no bounds it would seem.

1. Red dwarf.

Ok yes I am absolutely obsessed with this at the moment, but it's been a show I've loved for literally half my life and part of why I'm named David is because of this show. I WOULD KISS LISTER FULL ON THE MOUTH WITH TONGUE.

2. Our flag means death.

I absolutely adore this show. I love the characters and the actors so much. I've watched it at least 10 times over the last year. Stede is such a dumbass.

3. Yuri on ice.

So 2016 was probably one of the worst years of my life and by the end of it I was deep in depression fr, and literally this show was one of the things keeping me going. I still have a picture of victor and yuri dancing together as my phone lock screen.

4. Doctor who. (Specifically 9 and 10)

Nine was pretty much my introduction to sci-fi I think? I watched the first episode when it came out in 2005 at my mum's behest and I've loved it since. and ten is one of the other reasons I'm named David.

5. The good place.

I know this is a popular pick, but it's just so good???? I love the story so much? It's so good guys????? I love Chidi and Elenore, like? Do you know how rare it is for me to actually like an m/f couple???

6. Bojack Horseman.

I wanna kick bojacks ass. It's such a good show, i have watched it through so many times, I love how easy it is to read into, I love Princess Caroline, she fr deserves the world.

7. Desperate housewives.

I recently was told I don't seem like the type of person to like desperate housewives, but like? What's not to love???? It has orson hodge in it?!?!?!? It's about a group of soccer moms who like? Accidentally murder people a bunch? Peak girl power series.

8. Batman the animated series.

This was pretty much my introduction to batman and fandom in general. Batman was my main fandom for about a decade. It was my first fandom. its the reason I started writing, its the reason I made so many of the friends I have now, its the reason I came to tumblr, it was the vessel that helped me realise I'm trans. it means so much to me. Rip Kevin Conroy.

I'm tagging @freshmangojuice @leafmint-does-a-meow and @nondescripthumanperson

#its been so long since I've been tagged in an ask game that wasn't about music..... I'm so happy

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 12. March 27. Water Cay, Jumentoes, Ragged Islands, Bahamas.

Was this the end of a great day or a bad day? Obviously it was a bad day, since their boat sank. But it was also a great day, since they could have been 5 miles SE in 7,000 ft. of water when it sank.

The day started early in George Town, Exuma. Off the hook by 0730. Conga line of boats departing since this was the first low wind day all week. Five boats including us leaving out the south entrance of Elizabeth Harbor. Above is a beautiful boat named “Ruby”, looked like two guys having the trip of a lifetime. No autopilot, have to work on deck to raise and lower sails. Very manly.

Winds were stronger on our route and directly on our nose, than what I had figured. We had to tack far off course to get the wind to sail to our waypoint. Time was running out on us making Hog Cut at the top of high tide. Kicking myself for not anticipating this and leaving an hour earlier. We might miss the top of the tide by two hours at this pace.

We draw 4’ 9” with out provisions. Always assume 5’ with provisions. The chart is in meters. So at 1.5 meters we are aground. Aground with our wide wing keel is a real problem. Sometimes a thin fin keel sailboat can power through some soft mud or sand. Not a wing keel like ours. Chart has notes of “Strong Current, poor holding” which equates to scoured rock and not soft sand. Raking your keel across hard rock, makes horrible sounds. Followed by horrible sounds out of the Captain! Wind is in our face and the current is ripping at us, as well. Which is good! We have maneuverability while still going slow. Plus we might be able to get free and float back the way we came if we ground. We thread our way through the shallows and out onto the Bank.

During the day we have a nice sail to Water Cay, winds and wave increase as the day goes on. We start wearing our harnesses and tether to the cockpit jackline. By the end of the day, swells are 3-4 ft. on the beam. Like Nancy said, “It was a gradual increase so you get use to it.”

The tip of the pin is where we anchored for 5 days. The wreckage in the top photos is almost due west of us on the chart. I lucked out when anchoring next to “Cheval”. The sun set between two of the islands and we had a clear shot of a disappearing sun on the horizon. We both saw the famous “green flash” two nights in a row. The interesting thing I realized, was the person sitting the lowest saw the “green flash” just before a person standing next to them”.

You know we are getting “out there”, when the chart notifies you that “all positions are approximate” and “portions are unsurveyed”.

David and Natalie on “Cheval” have been waiting a month for us to bring them some boat items. We have been talking to them on What’s App. So we were able to get some fresh greens and vegetables for them in George Town. When we arrived it was Christmas in March.

Nancy went paddle boarding the first morning. A bit windy and lots of current. She checked the anchor on the way back from paddleboarding and snorkeling. Her finds today included a dead milk conch which we kept, a very dark red thick lipped Queen Conch. We are finding more of these around here, than in the Exumas. These are locally called “Samba Conch”. The shell in the middle has a deformity at the bottom. Probable bitten off by a turtle and grew back to the side.

I cleaned the conch and it went into the freezer.

The Houston’s had come up from Double Breasted Cays to meet us here. Around 8 boats in the anchorage by the second day. David has only ever seen one other boat when he was there. Most were big Cats. I think more people are getting Starlink and now will venture further from civilization.

“Cheval” was kind enough to let us tap in to their Starlink. Makes cruising much nicer being able to check weather and emails. Plus the occasional phone call on What’s App. Depending on how the two boats swung at anchor, sometimes we got signal upstairs. Sometimes only one of us would get a signal.

Paul Trammell on “Wind Flower” dropped anchor the next day. So he and crew member Lucy, stopped by at “Cheval” that afternoon while Nancy and I were there. Paul has written about 5 books and does a pod cast on sailors. The last episode he did, Ep. 135, was of David and Natalie. So we were able to listen to some of it the next day.

David invited me to go with them spear fishing during the slack tide on Saturday. The Natalie usually tows their dinghy around, while David does the spearing. She helps spot the fish to be speared and keeps an eye out for sharks.

David speared two lobster and shot a Hogfish that got away. After moving to slightly shallower water, David shot a Grouper that ran under a coral head. The timer started, tic…tic…tic…

As soon as you hit a fish, they give off vibrations in the water. It is the dinner bell gong for sharks. The sharks ARE coming. The only question is, how far do they have to come? Tic…tic…tic.

David worked and worked on getting the Grouper out of the coral head. Tic…tic..tic.

Every trigger fish within 100’ came running and were sticking their nose under the rock trying to get something to eat. The excitement in the water was building. This also gives off vibrations for the sharks to home in on. Tic…tic…tic. Any time now. I concentrated on keeping an eye on the coral head, incase the Grouper tried to sneak away. I was towing the dinghy and needed to keep it as close to David as I could. But not to be in his way when he surfaced, yet close enough he could get the wounded fish out of the water as soon as possible. TIC…TIC…TIC.

Then it all happened at once. David pulled the Grouper out of the hole. Zooming to the surface, then holding the fish above the water. I swung the dinghy over to him. Looking back down and around, I see the shark. He is casually swimming away. David has the Grouper in the boat. He and Natalie are saying, “Shark let’s go”. They both are getting in, as I keep an eye out for the shark. Sharks are so fascinating to see. The threat is over, the wounded and bleeding fish is out of the water. The shark never went into attack mode. Which is apparent when their pectoral fins start angling down. This was probably a Reef Shark from what David and Natalie said. It was at least 6-7 feet long. Natalie had seen it circle us twice while I was concentrating on the Grouper. Most fish on a reef are either down low and not doing a lot of swimming. Or a school of fast fish on the surface. The Shark just has a presence. Large, bold, confident; silently cruising off the bottom in mid depth. They may swim out of sight. Now you are looking all around. Cause they can show up from another direction at any time.

Once the Shark disappeared from sight, I worked my way over the side of the dinghy. It is never real easy, usually several splashing fin kicks to get all the way over the tubes. Of course I am motivated. To misquote the movie Jaws, “You’re going to need a solid boat”. Sitting in an inflatable boat with an hungry and inquisitive toothy critter circling unseen below is a bit unsettling.

We called it a day. David was worn out from all his diving. They had enough meat that they dinghied over later with a bag of filets.

Nancy, Natalie and I walked around on Water Cay the next day. Surf was pounding on the sound side.

Nancy and I swam along the shore later. This was my first time spearfishing in 50 years. It is legal in the Bahamas to spear lobster. Nancy found two, but I was only able to get one out of the hole. Changing spears for doing this in the future.

We did pick up 2 Samba Conch which I cleaned on the stern. Now we have 3 conch and a lobster in the freezer. I had a run in with an eight foot Bull Shark, but will leave that story for another day. The sight of the Bull shark is seared into my old memory bank.

Thursday the wind kicks up so we motor sailed to Long Island on Wednesday.

S/V Sea Breeze

Water Cay Jumentoes, Bahamas.

#seabreeze2022 #exuma #seabreeze2023

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SORY I FORGOT TO EXIST TODAY

PAPERTEETH UPDATE WOOOO!!! 🦀🦀🦀🦀AVERY IS DEAD (NOT REALLY)!!!!!! LETS GOOOO!!!!!!!!!🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

heres an image that remonded me of kelly :]

(n tex too!! earlier today i. committed to the bit of starting triptrack for one (1) silly reference in the fiction of fans. since scarlet has a poster. n then two hours later i woke up in a cold sweat with all 131 pages read (DUDE LIKE THE POKEDEX NUMBER BUT 3 INSTEAD OF 5!!!). im so brain empty rn but i like the detail that tex is just. he's. so bad at punching. babygirl if u werent 100% metal ur thumb would be so dislocated)

OH YEA!! me getting the paperteeth year wrong defnitelty wasnt the fault of ur handwriting!! i specifically REMEMBERED averys d.o.b being 1972 since i first read it bc i was like. "ohhh theyre probably in the 90s then n thats why they got the flipphones and rotary phones",,,genuinely just a moment of me being rly bad at basic math pls dont worry abt ur handwriting!!!!

also,,,do avery and scarlet have full names u'd like put as (theoretical, of course) ao3 character tags or would just. u kno. "avery" n "scarlet" be fine? (this also goes for any other named characters!! kelly n trisha especially,,,)

rip avery

& thats a me post actually cept i feed carl different bugs

(ancient photo)

TRIPTRACk!! sorry its so long and crusty.... tex is rly not good at things. thankfully he has no bones! i hope u liked it despite everything!!

no its ok my handwriting is like horrifically bad and i'm at peace with that!! but i believe u its ok i suck at maths too

&yea they do!!!

avery grey, scarlet meadows, kelly davids & fishs entire family is alderich. im surprised i can say that, usually my characters do not have last names B)

#asks #i think aside from tex tarantula & terry tarantula and tara tarantula and her ex.. no other of my ocs have last names #but reds sim is called red hoyt #so thats something

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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 3 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

ok so the resurrectionist minisode is in here

jim’s mug

nina my girl silence that damn phone at work

wait IS SHE THE WOMAN WITH THE JAUNTY HAT?

THE SCENE! THE CLIP! FINALLY!

but if aziraphale had already talked to muriel why does it seem like they don’t actually know each other? or do they both know it’s an act?

WHAT NO WAY WE WERE ALL WRONG THE WHOLE TIME? we were so sure crowley was moving to the bookshop but he’s actually just taking out the plants to let aziraphale use the car😭 nooo let me stay delusional

HES LEANINGGG HES GONNA SIT THERE WITH AZIRAPHALE AAHH HE DID IT

no okay muriel is trying to keep the disguise but aziraphale and crowley know they’re an angel, just maybe aziraphale didn’t really know them that well in the past

“word with you angel, in private” I’LL FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE WORD IN PRIVATE IS

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR MURIEL YES!!!!!!!!!

aziraphale’s got used to lying to heaven huh

“one fabulous kiss and we’re good, i have a plan” yeah 🙂

AZIRAPHALE DRIVING THE BENTLEYYY

intro 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🕺🏻

watching the intro more carefully my guess is that we’re going to see the gabriel statue thing here

“Ay Zed Fell”

THIS IS THE DIARYYY THE CONFIDENTIAL JOURNAL watch as aziraphale uses a pink glittery pen to write Crowley

and it’s in the past!!!! minisode incoming

“DEAR DIARY” he’s such an high school girlie

AZIRAPHALE WRITING ABOUT HIS DATE WITH CROWLEY AHHHH ripping my hair off

yup as i said statue of gabriel here

crowley is so she/her in this minisode

“that’s lunacy” / “no, that’s ineffable” HAH

classical music in the bentley is a crime aziraphale

“angel, WOT are you doing.”

HE CAN FEEL WHEN HE DRIVES THE BENTLEY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT LMAOO

NO WAY IT’S YELLOW I CANT BREATHEHEEE

“change it back😠” / “but it’s pretty☹️”

CROWLEY THREATENING TO GIVE BOOKS AWAY i’m sure i’ve seen people drawing a scene like this in some comic i love this show

OOOHHH AZIRAPHALES FACE WHEN HE SPEEDS UP IM SICK

what the heck is in the background are those?? TARTAN MOUNTAINS?

is that furfur? no wait prime video says “demon josh” 👍🏻

crowley and gabriel scene I KNOWW ITS GONNA BE FUNNY

the fly is beelzebub IT HAS TO BE

“vavoom” is the new “wahoo”

jim looks so focused but there’s not one (1) single thought behind those eyes

stop making david tennant say he’s a doctor

AHH aziraphale still can’t drink here

bro you messed up restore that dead body rn

DETECTIVE AZIRAPHALE WITH THE HAT

i think gabriel was with beelzebub

NOO whats happening poor girl

so she was sick already

CROWLEYS HAND

what’s Laudanum Poison

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO CROWLEY HELP😭 is it that thing he drank 😭😭😭😭

where did he go

HES LITTLE OMG WHYYY HES SO TINY if aziraphale puts crowley in his pocket i’ll be dead

alice in wonderland crowley

BIG TALL WOMAN 😍😍 if crowley puts aziraphale in his pocket i’ll be dead

oh this is the part where they mention kwording yourself

i’ll need to rewatch this whole thing it’s so chaotic

OH. MY. GOD.

THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS TRYING TO STEADY HIMM

THE HAND AROUND HIS ARM AND WAIST IM SO WEAK I CANT DO IT I CANT THEYRE A COUPLE IM NOT OKAY

THEY’RE SOOO CLOSE

if hell noticed you’d already be WHAT crowley

oop he fell (lol)

ahhh this is the meme template scene

“mostly i just use it for twitter” damn bro same

“and grindr” damn bro NOT same

aziraphale is my grandpa using a computer for the first time thinking he has to talk to it BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS??

jim is about to remember stuff

“mm good job” / “oh, do you really think so?” i’m fine i’m completely okay

aziraphale’s relief after crowley says he hasn’t sold books 😭 also crowley being in charge of the bookshop because aziraphale asked even if he had said to nina “not even at gunpoint”

in company 🫵🏻with beelzebub!!!!!!🫵🏻

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” H E L P.

THE LITTLE HAT THING AND THE LITTLE LAUGH AND HIS FACE I LOVE AZIRAPHALE SOOOOO MUCH

RAINY RAIN!

she wasn’t having an affair but she felt like it

ARE NINA AND MAGGIE GONNA KISS RIGHT NOW?

CROWLEY I KNOW YOU LIKE ROMANCE

nah i should’ve expected this 😔🙏

OHHHHHHHH jim is spilling the tea

hi shax 😄

VERY CLOSED

NO CROWLEY DONT LEAVE THE BOOKSHOP something’s gonna happen to him NOO IM NOT READYYYY

oh i thought shax was gonna see jim but there’s the miracle i forgot about that

anyway jim is obsessed with books falling and gravity i think it means something

WAR ON AZIRAPHALE?

OH MY GOD PROTECTIVE CROWLEY

“it’s always too late” i’m sick S I C K

i need to recover but i can’t wait to see the 1941 scenes

anyway so far i like how even though this season is very quiet gentle romantic and love centered, it’s not that different from season one, i noticed how well the plot and the romantic moments are mixed together and it’s not really just aziracrow

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens season two spoilers #gos2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #go2 spoilers #gos2 #gos2 reaction #spoilers