#// will01

[noellexdriscoll]

Noelle loved the holidays, she loved decorating, making costumes, and baking special treats. So when asked the opinion of Halloween decorations Noelle nearly squealed in excitement. "I love it! However, if there are any families checking in this month the scarecrow might scare the little ones. I'm sure you could still find great use for it in scaring the hell out of Trick- or- Treaters." She chuckled softly.

@willxmeyers

who: anyone (@aurorabaystarter) where: out the front of coral cottage

"What do you think?" Will stood back and looked over his creation. Having gone all out and decorated the front yard for Halloween with tombstones, cobwebs, ghosts and a zombie half crawling out of the ground. Not to mention the new Dead & Breakfast sign staked into the ground. The piste de resistance, however, was the seven foot jack-o-lattern scarecrow he'd just finished putting together. "I may have overdone it." Subtlety had never been his strong suit.

[samucl-kane]

CLOSED STARTER for @willxmeyers

It's odd to be back, sitting in a booth across from Will once again at the diner. Over a cup of coffee and an untouched pecan pie, ordered because it'd been habit even if Sam isn't feeling particularly like having something sweet today.

"It's good to see you, again."

Since Sam set foot back in Aurora Bay, he felt misplaced, like everywhere he'd step he'd fall through the cracks. He put on a smile for Valentina and Layla, the people he knows from the apartments, too, but at a certain point it felt exhausting. Will feels safe to take that mask off around, even if it's a little unfair to him.

"Thanks for meeting up for coffee." He settles back in the booth, putting a subtle smile back on, but this one is definitely genuine. He isn't going to be all doom and gloom even if Will is a comfortable place. "I need you to catch me up on everything. How's things, Coral Cottage? You, more importantly?"

[noah-atwood]

CLOSED STARTER for @willxmeyers

Noah doesn't recognize every single person they transport in the rig, and if he does it's likely because they were a regular, a difficult patient, or someone who left him questioning to delicate mortality of life and counting his blessings by end of shift.

Or they're a case of something that hits close to home, and Will falls right into that category.

The very thing that flipped the switch in Noah's desire to find a way to help people.

"I know this is weird and all, but I was on that call. Yours, and…" Noah shifts his bags from one hand to the other, realizing now that Will certainly can't have any memory of him. "The one where — you know."

The paperwork had been a mess of scribbles, due the sudden coding, and Noah remembers throwing the clipboard to the side the moment cardiac arrest was a threat to the man's life. Up until they got to the hospital, they worked tirelessly on him. It's a relief to see him out and about, Christmas shopping or getting things for himself, whatever it may be. Once he'd been transported and the nurses took over, the fate of patients often is left unknown.

"Uhm, I'm glad you're alright. You getting some Christmas shopping done?"

[siriuslyjxmes]

@willyork​ - There was a momentary grimace, because Merl’s wasn’t her first choice, but she also wasn’t about to argue. She never really did. Instead, she wipes the expression from her face and raises her shoulders, reaching down to pick up her bag. “Fine,” she agrees, “but if we end up sat next to another old couple who try and chat us up in those thick Welsh accents, you’re buying the coffee.” She hesitates, looking between the door and then James and then the stairs. “Do you want to like… shower or something first? No judgement, just checking.”

James didn’t miss the grimace. He couldn’t, not when breakfast at Merl’s should be met with nothing but excitement and a sprint towards the door. “An older couple tries to chat us up and I promise to tell ‘em to fuck off. Pinkie promise it even if ‘ya need it,” he offered, outstretching his hand, pinkie finger extended. Not many older witches and wizards got it, but this was just nearly secondary to the Unbreakable Vow. “What?” he responded, word blurting out shortly after her own. Unsure, he brought the collar of his shirt up to his nose and sniffed. Fine. “I mean… think I’m good, ‘less you got any complaints.”

[unshackledwolf-blog]

@usodekatameru // starter call

"Oh, for fucks sake! Not you too, Will?" Damien slurred, crushing the empty beer can he was holding. It was a rather fine evening in Archimedes, perfect for getting absolutely smashed, when Damien ran into the four-eyed mage.

It's raining commanders, because there was no way that within a span of a week he should just by coincidence run into Lotus, Lucid, and now Will. What was his last name again, something that sounded like 'anus'?

Maybe it was all part of the Black Mage's plan, considering he was literally behind everything that happened in Maple World for hundreds of years. Maybe this was what he meant by a 'new world' or whatever the hell he was talking about, not like Damien ever paid much attention to anything his boss wanted in the first place.

At least it was Will and not some freak like Hilla or even worse, Arkarium.

[hide-the-wilder-side]

@detectivecallahan​

Location: Mama Kay’s

When: Morning after the arson

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Eddie only didn’t like cooking for just herself. It was either huge platters of food that covered every counter in her kitchen, or it was eating out. Sitting at the counter she mumbles a thank you as she sips on her coffee and tries to figure out how to get the perfect bite of potatoes, egg and sausage onto her fork. She noticed the detective walk in and sighed, hoping he wasn’t about to ask any questions. There weren’t any witnesses she knew of to them shooting up the Rogue’s safe house... but he was a detective and it was his job to ask questions. Lame job, but his choice. Was a detective like a private eye? In old movies they called them ‘dicks’. So... it could be that he was Dick Willy. Eddie snorted in barely suppressed laughter as she sipped her coffee. 

[whitenandina-blog]

@psychicxmasterxwill

Deja vu... that’s the word Cynthia would use for this place. She remembered most everything from her last visit to Hive City, though certain details were still... muddy.

Despite all of the madness, Cynthia remembered her capture being somewhat pleasant. It was all thanks to other Trainers from her world, who supported each other through thick and thin from the very beginning.

So seeing another Trainer she knew from the getgo definitely invoked feelings of deja vu.

“You...you’re one of the Johto Elite Four. It was Will, correct?”

[fadingobjectrp]

To: @davidkarofskyindie

“Where am I?” Sebastian asked, rubbing his right eye with his hand. His head ached and the room was spinning, his sight was blurry and the clothes against his skin felt weird since he usually sleeps with only his underwear on. The first thing that helped him know that he wasn’t in his room was the way the cheap sheets felt against his skin and the second thing was the shirtless man standing in front of him. “Did we...?” fucked, He intended to ask, staring at the men, not really knowing who he was since his eyes were still trying to adjust to the light. 

[seaprayer]

@wysiwyg-muses

Will smiled as Shirley enjoyed Harriet’s cookies. “She spent all morning on them,” he said proudly. While his daughter’s cooking was usually less than appetizing, it gave him such joy to see her in the kitchen, a sparkle in her eye. If it made her happy, then how could Will deny her?

“It doesn’t quite feel like home unless she’s with me, even after years apart.” Though an awkwardness still existed between them, it became less with everyday.

Will shook his head. “But how about you? You’re role as Ambassador has kept you busy. We rarely see you these days!” He paused as he looked her over. “You’re taking care of yourself okay, right? It wouldn’t do for you to overwork yourself.”

Shirley managed to swallow the remainder of Harriet’s cookie which was lucky because that meant she could now focus on the conversation. She couldn’t help but smile, imagining Harriet in Will’s spacious kitchen - no doubt spreading ingredients all over the counter. Hattie had quite a presence that way and she was glad father and daughter were finally getting along.

They were much more alike than one might think.

“I think it makes perfect sense,” Shirley responded. “You’re family, after all! And at least in my view family is home.”

She wondered if Will knew that it was he and the others who had taught her that. At one time she had been jealous that they had so easily become a source of support for Senel. She thought only she and Stella could do that. But everyone had accepted her too, even after all she did - if that wasn’t family, what was?

And is if on cue Will began his usual worrying. Shirley twirled a strand of hair around her finger as she listened to his pointed questions. Will really was an excellent parent.

“It has been busy, yes, but you know as well as I how wonderful Madame Musette is. She has made sure I have some time to myself every now and then. Like, this afternoon! I finally have a chance to walk around town without any business hanging over my head.”

She took one more cookie from the bag Will had given her and handed it back. She wondered who else Harriet had asked him to visit.

“What about you, Will? It cannot be easy cleaning up after the effects of the Black Mist. It might do you some good to rest, too. Unless you had something else planned for today.”

[winnie-mearns]

@proflawrence

Winnie wasn’t not used to getting flowers at the theatre, particularly during The Nutcracker, the sight of them greeting her as she left the stage after the second act. Her parents often sent them, her siblings, her friends....but this particularly gorgeous bouquet was sent by someone she didn’t know, and that was the weird part. As she started getting un-ready, taking off her costume and make-up, she asked one of the stagehands to figure out where they came from, so she could at least pass along her thank you. As Winnie was going to leave the theatre, the stagehand she had spoken to stopped her, pointing out that the person who had sent her the flowers was just leaving as well. Well, saying thank you in person was even, better, right? So Winnie exited, calling out. 

“Excuse me? Are you William Lawrence?” she asked, once she had gotten the male’s attention. “Winnie Mearns. Recipient of some of the flowers you sent back during the performance. I just wanted to say thank you,” she added. 

[rocqet-blog]

whatreallyliesbehindthemask replied to your post ““Woah, when did you get that?””

"No need to be so rude," he said, getting up close to inspect the wound. "You may wanna get that checked."

What the fuck--

「 A gloved hand darts out to attempt to push the other away from him, scowl curling his lips. 」

I’m not stupid, thanks. Do me a favor, and keep your nose where it belongs.

[finn-brooks]

"Disgusting, if you think about it, and any natural spots have… a lot more in it considering wild animals."

Which is why Finn barely swims. Forget the fact he doesn't really know how, his best excuse is that he is abhorrently against swimming in the apartment pool considering he has seen some kids in diapers splash around, and the ocean must be filthy. He has stepped into the ocean waves coming up, max up to mid-shin, but that is about it.

"Yeah, man. I mean, look at that guy in the tank-" A swing of his arm and flail of his hand gesture in the volunteer's direction. "I can't do it, I'm confident I would miss, but you have to admit: wiping that smug grin off of his face would be very satisfying."

The arrogant contestant continues, as yet another person tries and fails to dunk him. Will laughs in agreement, nodding his head slightly. "That's a fair point," Will admits. He hadn't thought about it. "Any public body of water is usually about five percent piss." Not to mention any disease, he grimaced at the thought.

He hadn't thought about participating himself, given he'd only just been medically cleared also, pretty embarrassing if you lose. Will had been silently judging every who'd missing, he could only imagine everyone else was thinking the same. "Oh yeah?" Will raises an eyebrow, contemplating the challenge. His aim was alright, nothing to boast about. Truthfully, he was happy being a bystander - but he'd probably enjoy winning a whole lot more. "Alright," he decided. "I'll take a crack at it."

[samucl-kane]

It is hard, Sam silently laments. Aside from facing the people around him, those who know who he feels he let down, and others who don't know but noticed his absence. And the one who, in his own indirect way, led to Sam stumbling back all too many steps.

It isn't hard to see Will, though. As much as he does feel like a disappointment, the comfort there supersedes that tenfold.

"Can't be having that, can we?" There's a smile twitching at the corner of his lip at Will's insistence. He supposes he can't argue trying to pay when the cash is down on the table already. "I'm going to finish my coffee, but go. It's alright, I understand."

He needs his moment to decompress, so lingering behind with maybe one more refill will be just right. "Same to you, Will. And thanks, for everything. The coffee and, just... everything." Words can't cover the immense gratitude Sam feels for him, but it's there as a reminder that maybe all along he'd been meant to come to Aurora Bay to find Will.

"Tell Lemie 'hello' and that I wish her well."

@willxmeyers

Will echoed the sentiment. While Lemie was a great support, it was different to talk to someone who actually knew what it was like. Fighting with invisible demons that wanted you to blow up your life. "Of course," Will emphasised. "You know I feel the same." Whether it was spoken or unspoken, he considered Sam to be his deepest confidant. "I'm always here if you need to chat, I know coming back to this can be.. hard." Likely an understatement, but Will hoped that Sam was back for good.

"Nah," Will said solemnly, hating to cut their meeting short. Even though they had been talking for some time now. "I should head on home. Pap will be tearing our couch a new one." The little terror.

Watching as Sam reach for his wallet, Will wouldn't allow such a thing. He had always lived in a place where spending money had meant nothing. People buying him things always felt unnecessary. "I got it," Will says, putting some cash for the coffee and a hefty tip on the table. "You'll call me if you need anything, yeah?"

( @samucl-kane )

[fadingobjectrp]

@wholesome-smut

After the whole ritual, Ambrose expected a big smoke explosion or something to indicate that he did everything right. But instead, the lights of the candles turned off and after a couple of seconds turned back on and nothing else happened. “Hello?” He asked after a minute passed “Is anyone in there?” the warlock asked, unaware of the demon that was behind him. “I just have a couple of questions, that’s all, I’ll let you rest once we finish,” the Spellman teenager said, unaware of how he was supposed to pay this little favor. 

[seaprayer]

"Shirley!" Will smiled and waved at the girl. "It's good to see you." He patted the ground next to him, inviting her to join him. He fished a small bag out of his pack and offered it to Shirley. "Harriet made cookies last night. Would you like some?"

“Will! I has been some time hasn’t it? Are you well?”

The sheriff had been out of town for a few weeks with Senel taking care of things while Will dealt with business on the Mainland. Shirley could understand how tiring such journeys could be what with her own position of ambassador. In fact, it was a stroke of luck that she was spending the night in Werites Beacon rather than the Ferines Village.

Shirley accepted the bag automatically. The cookies were baked and decorated to perfection. When WIll mentioned Harriet had made him Shirley couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Well, she was glad he had warned her. Still - Shirley had become used to Harriet’s cooking in the time they lived together with Musette so she could handle it better than most.

“Of course, thank you so much for the offer. She must be really happy to see you back.”

Having said that she carefully untied the ribbon to the bag and took a star-shaped cookie out. She bit into the rather hard sweet and managed to swallow half.

“She put a lot of effort into this. I can tell.”

[noah-atwood]

“Oh, still here. I grew up here.” And never left, a detail he is less proud of. “Unless you’re asking what I did before this? I worked at the ice cream shop over the summers and the movie theater over the winter to save up money for the test. I got the course for free because I was a cadet on the volunteer squad — they covered it.”

Thankfully, because money wasn’t something he had growing up. Noah may have felt comfortable enough, but it wasn’t something his grandparents could often spare.

He squints his eyes and his expression scrunches into one of guilt and regret at Will’s reaction. “Right. I forget that not everyone’s desensitized to this stuff. Should’ve asked. Sorry about that.” He does lighten up and chuckle when Will brings up Oasis again. Noah responds by pretending to dust his shoulders off with his hands.

“All in a hard day’s work. But we're going to avoid overdoses in Oasis. And anywhere else, now."

@willxmeyers

"Cheers," he nods his head in thanks. It was a daily struggle, as anyone who'd suffered with addiction would know, but it made it easier to know that people were still somehow proud he hadn't managed to fuck his life up yet. Most days it felt like the easiest thing in the world, but others.. it was a borderline miracle. "Five years? Shit, that's good. Where were you before this?"

The mention of a near severed leg had Will sucking in air through his teeth in a hiss of pain. "That is graphic," his stomach churned at the thought. "I guess it does make you the person you'd want around in an emergency. I'll have to make a note of that." Will didn't have any medical training but he figured he probably should, considering how Lemie was quite liberal in the kitchen with knives and fire.

"And the occasional Oasis overdose," he adds, making light of his escapade yet again. "Well, I'm glad our town has people like you."

( @noah-atwood )