#i: daniel

[daddariosalex]

I don’t know about you, but I think we nailed it today. Also, I’m really concerned that there are so many movies about a killer snowman. @dxnixlezrx​

[agirlnamedmason]

@danieldepalma​

date: april 3rd time: 3:02 p.m.  location: wade senior high school

Mason had done a lot of scary things in her life: gone under cover with the Irish mob, sat face-to-face with a convicted serial killer, hitchhiked with total and highly suspicious strangers. And yet all of those things seemed like chicken shit compared to what she was endeavoring to do today.

She gazed up at the high school as its students milled around her, complaining about a challenging test or chattering excitedly about big weekend plans. Mason could remember when she was just like them, going to classes and hanging out with her group of best friends, laughing and scheming. It was hard to believe that was almost seven years ago. 

Gnawing at the corner of her lip, she began to ascend the stone steps to the entrance of Wade High. The second she’s inside and feeling the squeaky linoleum beneath her shoes, inhaling that weird public school smell that was somehow the same no matter where you went, it was like she was seventeen all over again. Brusk and brash, bulldozing her way through life as if nothing could hurt her. Like nothing had hurt her. Not much had changed, had it? Just the thought gave Mason a chill and she made quick work of repressing the uncomfortable emotions. But they just wouldn’t go away. Not now. 

Mason walked down the long hall, not really sure where she was supposed to go. She stopped. Looked around. And then decided she’d just go into the next room she came across and ask for help. Come on, Mason. You’re a big girl. You can do this. 

She went into the first door on her right and came upon a man sitting behind a big desk, grading papers or whatever it was that teachers did at the end of a school day. She cleared her throat to get his attention. 

There was something disarming about him. He was good-looking but in the way that was non-threatening, the type of good-looking that you knew was also funny. For some reason this calmed Mason. She drew in a deep breath before speaking. “Hi, uh, sorry for just barging in...” Why was this so hard? Why was she so awkward? Mason fucking Carpenter didn’t do awkward. And yet... “This might be a weird question but I’m looking to get my GED. I read on the internet that I could take classes here or something... You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

[aadaddarics]

Forgive me for sounding like a little bit of a Fangirl here, but I’ve been listening to your podcast nonstop for the past week and I absolutely love it. I always have a problem with people who overly preach in theirs but I genuinely love the way that you’re trying to help people, it’s really inspiring. If you ever need a guest let me know. @danielssharman​

[invisiblemaddie]

where: Wade High School’s faculty lounge when: lunchtime who: @danieldepalma​

The faculty lounge was swimming with the same heavy tension that the rest of Wade had been blanketed in since the events of the Spring Celebration. Sure, all the normal conversations -- which kids were dating who, whose pets had been cutest, how many phones had been confiscated that morning -- were still happening, but underneath there seemed to be a silent weight that no-one was mentioning but everyone desperately wanted to. Maddie had avoided the pointed questions in the office all morning, not really willing to get sucked into the well-oiled machine that was the PTA gossip-mill, which the other members of the admin team we definitely key players in. There was something very underhand about their conversations, and they tended to leave a sour taste in Maddie’s mouth.

Plus -- more importantly -- most of the discussing she wanted to do was about those very PTA moms themselves, and their macabre obsession with poor Red’s tragedy. 

So she was very grateful when Daniel DePalma made his way over to her while she was on her lunch break. She lit up with a ready grin, much more spirited than her usual bland-but-welcoming work smile. “Good afternoon,” she greeted him, shuffling her chair across a little to make more room for him to sit. “How’s your morning been? Made any students cry today?”

[ahmuseme]

“Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.” (Benjamin)

It wasn't very often that Benjamin managed to leave work on time, and it was because of his tendency to be late (to just about everything) that he decided not to contact the alpha to let him know that he was on his way home. Going so far to even park his car down the street to keep his arrival secret, he employed every tactic he had learned from the police force to enter the house undetected. The werewolf crept through the rooms and hallways, hardly making any noise, and followed Daniel's unique scent to his office where he knew the other man would finally become aware of his presence when he picked up on his own scent. Cursing the heightened senses of their kind, Benjamin acted quickly the moment he eased the office door wide enough for him to slip through. Closing the distance between them with just a few long and surprisingly quiet steps, he placed his hands on Daniel’s shoulders and kneaded them firmly for a few moments. “Hey,” He murmured in a low and deep voice as he dipped his head down to pepper light and teasing kisses on the other’s neck, his five o’clock shadow scratching against his skin. “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”