#bad parent william

[trashyswitch]

Go Home, Will!

William is refusing to go home from work, due to being slammed with so much paperwork. But Henry is having none of it. So he pulls an inconvenient prank on his buddy in an attempt to get him away from the work desk. And it works! Well...kinda.

I was in a rare mood to write some fluffy Afton & Emily content. And this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy!

William and Henry’s friendship was unlike any friendships between two males would really look like. It was more fun and silly, buddy-buddy if you will. They were opposites in a lot of ways, but they always found that silly, childish middle ground. 

And there was this one time when their childishness was on full display: 

One day, William had been working overtime…and no matter how many pre-punch out warnings Henry had gave him, the man just refused to pack up to go home. William had been sitting at his desk, working on paperwork with his black telephone right beside him. And Henry had already packed up his stuff, and was about to leave. He looked at William. “You realize it’s 10 after 5, right?” Henry asked. 

William looked at his watch, before sighing as he stared at his stack of papers. “I can’t go yet. I have to finish this.” William told him. 

“Come on! It’s quitting time. Don’t you wanna go home and see your kids?” Henry asked, poking his shoulder. “I do. But I also need to get a few more of these pages done before I go home. I’m slammed. So unless you wanna help me get these done on time, then leave me be.” He told him. 

Henry chuckled and pulled on something. “Good luck then.” He said before walking out of the room. 

William looked over at the telephone, expecting a phone call to get one more crucial detail so he could finish this top sheet. But looking at the telephone, something caught the corner of his eye:  something was missing. 

“What-” William looked towards the outlet. Where’s the cord? William looked towards the side of the telephone and verbally cursed. “Henry, have you seen the phone cord?” William asked, turning to look for him. “No! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Henry replied casually. “The-the phone cord for the-” William looked at Henry and towards his hand.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” Henry waved the black thing in his hand. “Do you mean this little cord?” Henry asked with a smirk. 

“I-Henry…” William started to walk up to Henry, but watched as Henry stepped back at the same time with a growing smirk on his face. William’s face was slowly growing less and less amused. “Henry…” He muttered. 

“Whaaat?” Henry replied. 

“Give it to me, now.” William ordered, holding out his hand. 

“And risk you staying till 2am like last time?” Henry added. “Nah.” 

William made a fist and started to run up to him. “GIVE IT!” William yelled, jumping to tackle him down. 

But Henry dodged his tackle and ran a few steps away, laughing his head off at William’s faceplant against the floor, before taking off running down the hall. “COME AND GET IT, LOSER!” Henry shouted. 

William slapped the ground before getting up, and sprinting down the hall after him. “HENRY, THIS IS RIDICULOUS.” 

“I THINK YOUR MISSUS WOULD DISAGREE.” Henry teased over his shoulder. 

Henry sprinted into the security office and out the exit to the hallway on the other side. Then, he sprinted down that hallway back to the front. 

“HENRY I SWEAR TO GOD!” William was slowly catching up to Henry, and trying to think of how to trap him so he could get the cord back. 

“WE CAN RUN LAPS ALL DAY!” Henry yelled back. “AND YOU STILL WON’T GET THIS CORD BACK.” 

William eventually managed to trap him against a corner. Smirking now, William placed both his hands and feet against either side of the wall, to stop him from getting out. “You’re stuck now, cord thief.” William warned. 

“Am I, now?” Henry smirked as he put the cord around his neck like a scarf before starting to skitter his fingers on William’s armpits. 

William widened his eyes in horror. “aAAAH-” He yelled before squeezing them shut. “OHNO-” William blurted out, hissing as he brought his arms against his sides to cover up his armpits. 

“How long can Willy the crybaby handle being tickled?” Henry asked confidently. 

“H-HENRYHYHY-” William’s wobbly smile grew wider as he quickly lost control of himself. “DAHAHA! DAMMIHIHIHIT!” William laughed, finally dropping to his knees. “WAHAIT- *snort* HEHEHEHENRYYYY!” William laughed, even letting out a snort in between. 

Henry stopped tickling and quickly tried to escape. “aHA! SEE YA- AAH!” Henry yelped as he fell to the ground. 

“Hehehehe…” William chuckled lowly, holding Henry’s foot. Henry’s choice to escape would end up being a HUGE mistake. “I’ve got you now, little bastard.” William said with a devilish smirk on his face, tightening his grip on Henry’s ankle.

“W-William! Wait-” Henry reacted as he tried to kick William’s hand off his ankle with his other foot. “Let’s talk about this!” But William caught the bottom of the other shoe with his other hand. Instinctively, Henry pulled on his foot. “WAIT! LET GO!” Henry ordered, pulling and shaking his leg to get his foot out. 

But this would only end up wiggling his foot free of his shoe. His shoe would pop right off, leaving Henry’s socked foot out in the open. Henry froze in place for those few seconds. “......Uh oh…” 

William dropped the shoe and grabbed the socked foot all in one quick swoop. “Come here, you!” William pulled his foot underneath Will’s armpit and trapped the ankle in his armpit almost like a chokehold. Then, he started skittering his fingers on Henry’s vulnerable arch. 

“eeEEEHEHEHEHAHAhahahaha! WAHAHAhahahahait nohoHOHOHOhoho!” Henry yelled. “Lehehet me gohohohohoho!” He begged.  “Give me the goddamn phone cord then, smart aleck.” William ordered. 

“NOHOHO! NOHOT ON MYHY LIHIHIFE!” Henry yelled back. 

“Then suffer under the hands of the dreaded tickle monster, Henry.” William replied. “You wanted to play? You wanted me to stop working? Con-fucking-gratulations. You did just that.” William declared with a sarcastic, witty tone. 

“WOHOHORTH IHIHIT!” Henry yelled back. 

“Really? You want these tickles right now?” William asked. 

“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAY THAHAT!” Henry yelled back. 

“You didn’t? Then enlighten me, oh smart one: What did you mean?” William asked as he moved his fingers down to his heel.

“IHIHI MEHEHEANT IHIhihit wahahas wohohohorth gehehetting you to stohohop wohohorking!” Henry replied, growing more giggly than before. 

“Well, you did succeed at that. But you still didn’t answer my other question: Do you want these tickles?” William asked, moving his fingers back to the arch again. 

“WhahahahAHAHAHAT?!” Henry reacted, squealing as the tickling doubled for him. 

“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot. 

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked. 

William couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. “STILL not answering my goddamn question!” He reacted with a smile on his face. “Do you wanna be tickled?! Or do you want me to stop? It’s an easy question!” William asked him once again. 

“YEHEHEHESS!” Henry replied. 

“Oh my fucking- YES TO WHAT?!” William asked, growing slightly infuriated. 

“YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUHUST YEHEHES!” Henry yelled back. 

“You know what-” William stopped tickling and just dropped his foot to the ground. 

“Hehehehe- ohohowww!” Henry whined, grabbing his own foot and rubbing the tickles and the newfound pain away. “Yohohou suhuhuck.” Henry complained. 

William smirked and grabbed the telephone cord from around his neck. “Says the pillock.” William teased. 

Henry dropped his jaw. “I am NOT a pillock!” Henry reacted. 

“Oh, but you really are.” William replied. “Either that, or a knob.” William added. 

Henry narrowed his eyes at his mate and cracked his knuckles.

“Probably both, actually.” William added, pointing to Henry without looking at him. 

Suddenly, William felt his body get knocked down by Henry’s weight alone. “OW-” William looked behind him and saw the phone cord had fallen out of his hand, and onto the floor a good 10 feet away. “Come on-” He reached his arms out to try and reach the cord. “aaAAAH! HENRY!” William yelled as he brought his hands back against his chest and away from the cord. 

“What?!” Henry reacted, lifting up his one arm. “You seriously thought tickling me was NOT going to result in revenge?!” Henry asked. 

“I knew it would, but- eeEEP!” William clenched his teeth as he felt Henry’s fingers sneak even further into his bloody armpits. “Ididn’tknowitwouldhappensoQUICKLY!” William yelled, tugging on his arm. “LET ME GO!” William ordered. 

“But letting you go would mean I would have to watch you go back to the office and work till 2am again! And pretty much everyone knows that’s not healthy.” Henry told him as he kept tickling his vulnerable armpit.

“C-COHOHOME OHOHON! THIHIHIS IS UHUHUNFAHAHAHAHAIR!” William complained. 

“Do you realize how much of a baby you’re being right now?” Henry asked him. “Like, Charlie and Elizabeth would be able to handle this better than you. And you’re a grown man!” He reminded him. 

William grunted and tried to tickle him back. But because one of his arms was stuck in Henry’s grip, he wasn’t very successful. He managed to get a couple tickles in (which was better than nothing), but wasn’t really able to do much else due to being distracted by the ticklish feelings in his armpit. 

“Yohohou mahanaged to get me a bit there, so I give you credit where it’s due.” Henry reacted. 

William finally threw his head back and laughed hysterically as he went completely limp. “OHOHOKAHAHAHAY, YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!” William told him. He had just given up fighting at that point, due to growing really tired already from the mix of fighting and laughing. 

Henry raised an eyebrow. “Finally done your little fit?” he teased, noticing William’s change in his reactions. So, he decided to switch places. “Looks like a new tickle spot is in order.” Henry declared. 

William shook his head rather quickly for a man who had given up, and looked at Henry with subtle puppy eyes. “Plehehease. Ihihi neheed a breheheheak.” William told him. 

Henry smiled a bit as he gently tickled the side of his neck. “A break, huh?”

William snorted and curled his neck to try and stop the fingers, but to no avail. “Cohohome ohohohon, mahan! Ihihit’s uhuhunfahahair!” William complained. 

“Gosh, your wife would laugh if she knew what we were doing.” Henry reacted, stopping his fingers. 

William cleared his throat and huffed. “Ihi’m supposed to be getting a phone call.” William told him. 

“From who?” Henry asked, smirking as he started tickling his neck again.

“eeEEK! F-FROHohom thihihis Mihike guhuhuhuy.” William replied. “Thehe nehehew sehecurity guahahard.” William added. 

“Eeeh, that man can wait till morning.” Henry replied as he stopped his fingers. “You’ve got a family to go home to.”

William removed the co-owner’s hand from his neck and looked up at Henry. “Ihi guess…” William mumbled back. 

Henry raised an eyebrow at his reaction and smirked. “Don’t be talking shit about your family, Will.” Henry warned. 

“Ohor what?” He asked, sounding almost giddy or drunk. 

“Or I’ll tickle you even more.” Henry replied with confidence just dripping from his mouth. 

William narrowed his eyes for a moment before pushing Henry to the ground and staring at the tickler who was now below him. “You think you can tickle me and not get tickled back?” William asked. 

Henry smirked and pushed William back down to the ground, bringing himself on top in the process. “Yes, I do believe I can.” Henry replied as he squeezed Will’s sides. 

William squeaked and tried his best to grab his hands. “NO! Noho! Handsoffyoubig-” William widened his eyes and froze. 

Henry smirked at this. “What? Too scared to get me back now?” Henry asked all confidently. “Did I finally scare you into going home?” Henry asked next. 

William was staring at something behind him, shocked and horrified. 

“...What? Is someone behind-” Henry widened his eyes and quickly got off William the moment he saw someone there. “MICHAEL! Heeey!” Henry reacted. 

Michael raised an eyebrow at Henry. “...Hey…” He muttered before narrowing his eyes at his father. “Why are you still here?” Michael asked. 

“I’m…about to ask you almost the same thing.” William replied, getting up onto his feet. “It’s been 35 minutes, Dad. Mom wanted me to drive over to see what you were up to.” Michael told him. “And frankly, I’m glad I was the one who came. Cause I don’t think mom would be so patient with your actions right now.” Michael reacted. 

“Come on, Michael. It was just a bit of tickling.” Henry told him. 

“Of course. And there is just a family waiting for the both of you to head home.” Michael added. 

William got up and started to walk back up to the office with Michael. Henry turned around and looked at the telephone wire. Maybe this whole thing was a stupid idea after all…All this tomfoolery…just for 35 minutes and no more work done. Henry headed into the office and plugged the telephone wire back in, before grabbing his coat and bag off the floor. And the last thing he heard from the two of them, was this little bit of banter: 

“Also, can you drive? I forgot my wallet again.” 

“...And you drove over here without it?” 

“......Yeah.” 

*sigh* “Fine.” 

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Always a man, a city, and a lighthouse...

"Robin, Red Robin, stay back for a minute," Batman said as he dismissed everyone for patrol. "I have a new mission for you. Dozens of civilians have gone missing around the decommissioned Gotham City Lighthouse." A few clicks and the Batcomputer displayed a map of the Upper West Side, a highlight on the lighthouse. "I want you both to investigate the building. Everyone who's gone missing entered the lighthouse, but nothing has been found by the police. I suspect that the lighthouse is being used for gun smuggling, but we need more information.

"That's where you two come in."

Or, I've been reading too much of @virgamsysxvolumes 's Lucky Rush AU, and wanted a true Bioshock AU for dc x dp.

Underneath the city, in the vast and endless caverns beneith Gotham, lies the subterranean city of Amity. Amity was the pet project of the mad scientist couple, the Drs. Fenton, to investigate the effects of ectoplasm on humans, but with the help of their best friend, Vlad Masters, they transformed Amity into a Technocracy City filled with scientists, and completely lacking in morals.

Or at least, that's how it was ten years ago, before the creation of Plasm (the Adam replacement), a neon green goo that's basically meth that gives you superpowers. Everyone from the top scientists to the lower working class starting doping on Plasm, which gave people the ability to control fire, create hallucinogenic spores, summon bats, etc. Vlad, the mayor, was deposed in a cue let by the Fentons and the city descended into anarchy, with people from the surface getting lured down from the lighthouse so they can continue their experiments.

The Fentons are 100% not good people in this. Jack is in charge of all the technological advances in Amity, while Maddie has created human/ghost hybrids--the Little Sisters of the story--that can naturally harvest ectoplasm from dead bodies to use for experiments. Once everyone's hooked on Plasm, the Little Sisters are in danger from acting Splicers, so she creates Big Daddies to protect them.

Danny is the only Little Brother, and Jazz is the only Big Sister. Vlad turned them both into monsters as revenge against the Fentons for the cue, but the couple didn't really care, with Jack barely acknowledging he has children, and Maddie acting like they were never turned into monsters to begin with. Not sure about ages... Jazz is probably the same as her canon age, but if Danny is still 14, he looks 10, tiny and malnourished and pale.

Tim and Damian are trapped in Amity after an automatic system determines them as good test subjects. The AI filters out any cops, so that's why the police never found anything. The elavator brings them down into the city, showing a sweeping shot of neon in the darkness of the caves, and the boys figure out pretty quickly something is blocking their calls.

Tim gets super injured early on. I think, a Jack Fenton booby trap (that exclaims that it's a Jack Fenton Booby Trap moments before activating, which should be funny, but isn't when death lasers are being launched at him.). Damian gets captured, and that's when Tim is contacted by Vlad, who is our Atlas stand in for the game, only Tim immediately realizes that this man is sketchy af.

But unfortunately, in order to rescue Damian, Tim has to splice himself with Plasm. Maybe its for fire-wielding, or telekinesis but Tim can't get to wherever Damian is being held and, while torn, splices himself to save Damian.

Damian was kidnapped because his exposure to Lazirus Waters made a Big Daddy think he was a Little Sister, so it brought him back to the Casper Academy, which is where Little Sisters drop their harvests off in the care of William Lancer. Lancer looks after the girls because Maddie Fenton is too busy, but it's against his will despite him caring for them all. He's trapped in the building, can't leave or he dies. He's actually relieved to know that Vlad is still alive and trusts him, because to Lancer he was just a good mayor who was overthrown and the Fentons are the real bad guys, just look what they did to their kids!

This is where the batkids first learn about Danny and Jazz, although they don't meet them until a while after this. Danny actually ends up being the one leaving Plasm out for Tim every time he rescues a Little Sister. (Sidenote, they end up killing people while in Amity. While both do have death counts, the problem with Amity is that they have to use stronger and stronger levels of force to get people to go down, leading them to escalating and killing quite a few).

Lancer points them to communications to get their comms working again, and that area is run by Damon Grey.

At some point after comms are back on, the two learn that Red Hood actually came in after them after hours of no communication and has been captured by Maddie Fenton, who intends to turn him into a Big Daddy.

In late story, it's revealed that Jack Fenton was murdered before the cue even happened, and that the Jack Fenton they'd been communicating with the entire time was an AI assistant created by living Jack to keep his work going. The cue was actually retaliation from Maddie and the Jack AI for murdering Jack.

The story would eventually end with Tim, Damian, and Jason freeing all the Little Sisters along with Danny and Jazz.

[appleciders]

BAD SISTERS + trios

[garlicbreadbrendon]

Y’all I’m so fucking obsessed with Bad Parenting, like I have the song stuck in my head and I wanna listen to it on repeat, I wanna make a Metalocalypse Bad Parenting au where Toki is Ron and Pickles, Skwisgaar, and Murderface are the other dead children. I just love it so fucking much

[femboy-springbonnie]

every interpretation of art is correct and valid until you say henry emily did nothing wrong

[quietwingsinthesky]

Hiiiii! So, a few days ago you were talking about the whole thing with Amy, Rory, and River. And when I saw those posts a thought arose in my head and I wish to share it with you.

Since River grew up with Amy and Rory as Mels. And Mels was Amy's best friend do you think that they ever talked about children? Since I know that it can come up when talking with friends, and like... do you think that Amy might've ever expressed whether or not she wanted children?

And if she didn't, that Mels would've had to listen to her mother say that she doesn't want children? The idea is so heartbreaking and sooo interesting.

What do you think about it?

no, no, see, you're so right and this drives me wild.

because, the way i see it, i don't think amy wanted children. she's somewhere on the 'hasn't thought about it' to 'vaguely negative feelings about it happening' range to me, which falls sharply into 'Not Happening Ever Again' post-s6. (specifically, in terms of having a kid herself, even if she could, i really don't think she would. i do love that she and rory end up adopting a kid later, because that does make sense, for amy pond who grew up alone in one universe with her family swallowed by cracks in time before the doctor helped her set it right again, for her to want to make sure another child won't be alone in the world like she was. getting off-track here.)

and that's so. because the first real memory river/mels has of amy is of amy shooting at her. and depending on how well the silence fucked up the rest of her memory, it might be one of the very first memories she has at all. that's how she met her mother, crying for help and getting a bullet instead. her mother tried to kill her, so of course, you have to think. she must have needed to hear that she was wanted, right? even if she was taken away, even if amy shot her, at some point, melody must have been wanted?

river is good at getting people to do what she wants, but she is very, very bad at subtlety. and mels is younger, has less practice, so when she wants to know this, she's just going to ask. blunt and quick, easy enough because amy's used to the way mels will open her mouth and you just have to be ready to roll with what comes out if you want to keep up. it's why they're such good friends (like mother, like daughter.)

they're nine, and mels asks if amy wants kids, and amy wrinkles up her nose and says she won't have time for children, obviously, once her raggedy doctor finally comes back. they're fifteen, and amy and rory dance will they-won't they in a way that makes mels twitchy to watch, and taunting amy about wanting to have rory's babies is a good way to get on her nerves. but amy calls her gross, tells her she's got more life planned than children would leave room for, and besides, imagine her, a mom? it'd be a disaster.

mels does. a lot. she looks at her mother and just sees her best friend instead. she's not even sure what she wishes was there, but. maybe amy's right. and besides. imagine her, a daughter, instead of the ticking time bomb she really is? it'd be a disaster.

they're sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and on. mels stands on the outside of a love story that births a universe. and her. how do you compete with that? not that she would know, not yet, she hasn't been there. but it doesn't make her feel any less alienated when amy and rory talk in whispers about a half-remembered world that's bled through to this life, about roman soldiers and boxes and the big bang of belief.

all these memories, they never mention children. on amy's wedding day, she's different, not like someone remembering a dream but someone who lived it. rory stands straighter, won't leave her side, and they're both so much older than they were yesterday. maybe now, right? a wedding's as good a time as any to decide you want kids.

mels not being at amy & rory's wedding is such an obvious lazy way of them trying to explain why they totally didn't just throw this plot twist together at the last minute that i'm not even going to acknowledge it. of course she was at their wedding. she's their best friend. there's too many people around the doctor, and she wasn't ready today of all days, so despite this horrible burning need under her skin to strike, she stays her hand. doesn't let him dance with her because she might just tear his throat out if he gets too close. stays with amy and rory as the maid of honor should. she must have been there for the awkward questions that always gets asked, 'so, any plans for a baby?' 'when am i getting grandkids?' 'oh, you two are going to have gorgeous children together.' standing a few feet from amy in her wedding dress and watching her mother tense and grit her teeth and brush off the questions. watching her look nervously at rory but never ask if he means it when his mom asks him if he'd prefer a son or a daughter, and rory answers 'either one, some day, not anytime soon.'

god i'm just going on and on, aren't i. but really, what's it like to know that amy never changed her mind. the next time she sees them, she's already been born and stolen. i don't like let's kill hitler for. so many reasons. but there is something compelling about how recklessly river lashes out at the world, at the doctor. even her sacrifice at the end is almost suicidal, throwing all her regenerations into this man without knowing if that will even work or if it might kill her to do it. but it makes more sense in the context of someone who has reached the end of a long, long wait for some kind of indication, any kind, that her mother wanted to have her. and finally been told, no. she didn't choose melody.

[poiboi133]

Evan was always William and Annette’s (Mrs. Afton) favorite.

So whenever Sammy or even Robyn (Mrs. Emily) pranked him or even physically intervened when Michael was bullying Evan..

They couldn’t give less of a shit

[ladyseidr]

and what if i finally decided on a fc for anna / mrs. em.ily. what then. ( do you love her )

[slaughterlocked]

if you want to yell and scream at me, go ahead. / from michael!

"IT WAS MY FAULT" PROMPTS - ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

“NOW WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT DO,” WILLIAM SAYS, a faux-easiness in his voice that couldn’t sound more uncharacteristic, ���shouting at you won’t stop you from half - assing your responsibilities and getting people injured, will it?”

Simmering with quiet anger, though his voice remains calm, controlled. He is capable of some restraint after all. Turning to the customer who had lodged a complaint about the still slippery floors — of course Michael hadn’t cleaned them right, of course he hadn’t — William’s false smile could have soothed even the most temperamental of customers. “Rest assured, my son will ensure this doesn’t happen again.” He says, turning to Michael. “You’ll be more careful in future. Won’t you?”

Only then does he let his facade fall, the usual tension splaying over his face, eyes hardening in irritation. Letting Michael work here to make a little extra money had been a good idea to begin with (a way for him to keep an eye on his son, too) but with the amount of . . . disappearances surrounding the restaurant, the last things William wants or needs are injuries and unhappy customers. The business is falling apart as it is without Michael adding to it.

“I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson.” He won’t shout at Michael publicly — the kid’s got some time before William can drag him back home and snap at him properly like he wants — “We’ll talk about this later.”

[kitabasis]

Gilded Serpents

In an alternate England governed by mage dynasties, the impending death of a family head means a competition among their heirs. The prize? A ritual taking of the head’s life, and with it, their title, and the combined magic—and souls—of all their dynasty’s previous leaders. The competition, is, predictably, fierce.

And it’s never fiercer than when it’s for the crown.

The eighty-year-old King of England is dying, and the whole country knows the competition will begin any day now. None know it better than his three daughters:

Gunnel, 24, ruthlessly practical and constantly overworked, who tried—and failed—to fill the space the absent Queen left behind, and hides her longing for a life ruled by herself alone

Aikaterine, 22, easily personable and subtly manipulative, who resents her status as the forgettable middle child just as much as she uses it to her advantage, and secretly has no idea who she is by herself

Calla—her father’s unabashed favorite—16, prodigiously powerful and incredibly principled (and autistic), who memorized every subtle rule of behavior to survive, but now is adrift as her father grows unpredictable

As the days pass, the King’s behavior gets ever more erratic, the competition approaches, and a certain bastard’s resentment of his family grows, it becomes clear that this will be a competition to remember.

Let the games begin. 

[birthofvcnus]

finally getting around to watching RE: Welcome To Raccoon City and i’m what? 20 minutes in? and i already hate it

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Okay, royals have one pro in the UK right now: its got all of us playing Cluedo right now with Kate's location and what her hospital visit was really about, with William being prime suspect.

[runelocked]

[ fucked up afton family thoughts number 1!!! william always celebrated michael’s birthday — but only ever in the diner. even when the diner shut down, william had a spare set of keys, opened it back up just for his oldest son’s special day. it was the place he killed evan, after all: in his mind, it’s the perfect place to remind michael that even on his birthday he has blood on his hands. ]

[spring-lxcked]

thinking abt the whole michael-as-william's-favorite-kid pre-bite thing again and i think i finally pinned it down

i've mentioned it a million times but he generally sees a lot of himself in michael, and not just appearance-wise. michael is his oldest son, mini-me and that makes him both the favorite and the one who can most easily "fail" william.

i don't know how to explain that michael's attitude @ william as he gets older both pisses william off and reinforces the idea that they're the same.

elizabeth is the second favorite for also having stuff in common with william but ( at least by default / with my portrayal ) she favors elise in both appearance and personality just enough that william resents it. no, he's not self-aware enough to realize this. it doesn't necessarily show via affection, but through other means. literally his only redeeming factor as a parent is that he is capable of affection pre-bite ( and, rarely, post-bite )

( william isn't necessarily mentally ranking his kids to be clear LMAO. he's the type to be like "i don't play favorites" and then he lets michael get away with literally anything so long as it doesn't annoy / anger him. also wanna reiterate a la the last post: being his favorite is a bad thing. literally just being his kid is a bad thing, i'm not implying that one of the kids had it "easier" because i dislike that sentiment )

incredibly incredibly incredibly unpopular opinion but evan is the least favorite and i've always known this abt my william but it's such an uncommon headcanon fdhfkasdhalhf. he is, at least overall, nothing like william. his need for comfort is fine until it's not. like, william will coddle him as the youngest but in the end, he won't put in the necessary effort ( sometimes on purpose because he's "so busy," sometimes because he's obtuse ). at some point he wants evan to just "get over it" and he doesn't hide it well.

the bite obviously complicated everything, so that's a whole other story. something something william thinks his son is violent just like him ( positive to him lmao ) VS michael is traumatized VS william would never have bulllied / harmed his own sister VS michael killed his son ETC ETC ETC. normal family dynamic. where's that edit i made oh right

[deadpuppetboi]

William is a busy man.

Busier than people credit him for.

He stays late into the night at work just to make sure everything is up to date. He drives far to a marketplace to get specific foods all of his children like. He helps the community with donations and stops arguments before they get ugly.

He's an honest single father who often treats other kids like his own.

Much like the one who came up to him on this very day.

She was a complete mess, dreads all messy, tears down her cheeks, her eyes puffy, snot running, and her chest puffing up and down in agony.

Ashley Flores was in despair and William didn't waste any time letting her in the Diner to offer her a place to stay for a while. Offering her food and water to calm herself before she was able to talk clearly. The teenager sat nearby in the office, drying her tears as the older man draped her shoulders with a blanket.

It took a few minutes, William telling the poor thing to take all the time she needed before she could explain to him what happened.

Ashley gave a small nod as she continued to cry, taking her glasses off and placing them on the table. William eyed the dirty glasses before his eyes trailed over to the teen, her sniffles quieted down enough for her to talk.

“I-I’m sorry t-to come in l-l-like this, Mr. Afton. I’m sorry.” She collected the snot down her chin and folded the napkin before drying her eyes once again.

“Hey, now, don't say that, “the man sat down next to her, one hand softly patting her back and the other drying her tears.

“You don't have to apologize for anything. Nothing at all. Remember what I told you way back when?”

Ashley looked down, embarrassed that she had suddenly forgotten what he has said. William quickly spoke up before she could cry about being forgetful.

“I said: You can come to the Diner at any time for little to no reason at all!” He smiled a kind smile, his face having a slight twitch of worry but care.

“I take no offense to you coming early or late. It's not killing me for you to ask me to stay over, much less in my home. You’re welcome anywhere at any time, with no consequences to be made or seen!”

Ashley sniffled another round of snot up her nose before she nodded. She understood but that didn't mean she didn't feel any worse knowing she went out of her way to cry in here of all places.

“Tell me, why are you crying? You don't have to go too deep into detail, just tell me the gist of it.”

The teenager grabbed another napkin to dry her tears before she told her story. She fought not to break down again, stuttering out the story the best way she could.

A tale as old as time, once again, Xavier, her younger brother had made the daring attempt of having another argument with his older sister. Once more, he made himself the victim of not doing his chores because ‘he had a bad day at school’.

An excuse William fought not to roll his eyes over since Michael had used that same excuse many times before.

Ashley continued, saying that the argument turned physical, both siblings fighting tooth and nail to see who was right. Hair was pulled, clothes were ripped, nails scraped skin, and cruel words were spouted out like a waterfall.

Xavier had won in his argument, screaming out the same cruel words (specifically one) to his older sister over and over again. Ashley, distraught over the argument, of course, cried and left their house in a hutch. He still didn't stop, not even when she turned the corner she could still hear him calling her that insufferable word over and over again.

And now she was here, crying even harder over remembering the events. William patted her back again, shushing her as she grabbed even more napkins for her tears. She apologized again for making the mess of used napkins but William dismissed them.

“Don’t you worry about that, cry all you want, you’re not hurting anybody with them. What matters more is that you’re safe, alright? Nothing can hurt you, call you that, or anything else. Okay?”

The girl held her breath, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. William brushed those tears away with his thumbs, his caring smile washing away the sadness from within.

“Okay.”

“That’s great, Ashley, just great.”

William’s smile widened with the response, patting Ashley’s head as he got up to go to the other side of the room. The girl was too busy once again to notice the man look out of his office door, checking his watch, it was approximately two hours past closing time.

“Ashley, tell me, when does your mother come back from her night shift.”

“At-uh-six in the morning. Why?”

William gave a sigh of relief, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he closed the office door.

“Nothing, just a random question. We don't want your mother to worry about you getting home late, huh?”

“I don't want to go home, “Ashley muttered under her breath, yet William heard it crystal clear.

William gave a long and sinister smile, locking the door as he did so.

“I know you don't, Ashley, I know.”

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