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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Lady dimitrescu s/o bonding with the daughters?🙍‍♂️

(Ex: giving cassandra fighting/hunting tips)

Broken Truth: A Little Father-Daughter Bonding Time? Let's get writing!

- Bela Dimitrescu -

"Here, Bela." A deep voice called out as a buff hand held out a white hard-cover book with the title 'Creatures of Greek Mythology. Bela looked up from the book she was reading, locking eyes with the only male of Castle Dimitrescu that wasn't turned into wine or dinner - [Y/N] [L/N], Husband of Alcina Dimitrescu & Step-Father of the Dimitrescu Sisters.

"What's this, Father?" Bela asked as she placed her bookmark in her place before closing the book in her lap and took the book from her step-father's hands and looked at it closely.

"I noticed that you are fond of books that regarded Ancient Civilizations & Unknown Creatures. This is a book I've had since I was a child living in Greece (The Reader is Greek in this case)." The man exhaled as he took a seat in the chair beside the blonde-haired girl.

"Your book?" Bela looked at the book again before looking at her step-father. "Then this must be important to you, Father. Why would you give me this?" Shee asked.

"My mother told me that I would have a family of my own someday and I would want to give them my most prized possession - that book was the last thing my father gave to me before I never saw him again. I have read it more than 1,000 times by now; I'm sure Athena would be annoyed with me if I read it again." He explained.

"Who's Athena?" Bela asked.

"She's the Greek Goddess of Reason, Wisdom, & War." He said.

"DID SOMEONE SAY WAR?!" Cassandra's voice echoed in the room.

"There is no war, Cass!" [Y/N] yelled back.

"But, I heard war!" Cass retorted.

"Then go read a book about war!" the man replied.

"Reading about war!" Cass confirmed.

"She likes war, now." [Y/N] said as he looked back at Bela.

"Wait - If Athena is the Goddess of Reason, why is she also the Goddess of War?" Bela questioned.

"Well, she's not the official Goddess of War - that title belongs to Ares, The God of War. He and Athena kinda have a bit of a... sibling rivalry going around about that since most of Athena Followers see her strategy about war more successful than Ares' - they call her the Goddess of War." [Y/N] explained.

"They're siblings?" Bela's eyebrow rose.

"Half-Siblings: They have the same father but different mothers." The man corrected.

"Who is their father then?" Bela asked.

"That would be the King of all the Gods - Zeus, God of Lightning & King of Olympus." He said.

"Olympus?" Bela questioned.

"The Realm of the Gods." The father said.

"THERE ARE OTHER GODS?!" Bela questioned as the man chuckled to himself.

'This is going to be a long night.'

Sure enough, it was - Bela constantly asked questions with everything her father said, even at the dinner table - she wanted to know more. The man just chuckled as he chewed on his steak while his wife gave him a glare that said...

'What have you done?'

- Cassandra Dimitrescu -

"Whoa! Oph!" Cassandra landed face-first on the floor of her step-father's training room, once again parried against and sent face-first into the ground.

"I've told you once and I'll tell you again, Cass; you can't overthink when in a fight, it gives your opponent time to get you when you're distracted in your thoughts." [Y/N] said as he rolled his wrist, letting it pop before placing it on his hip.

"I don't get how you do it, Papa." Cassandra groaned as she picked herself off the ground and turned to face her father. "You move too fast for me to keep up."

"I move fast because I don't think - I let my body move for me." He said with folded arms.

"What do you mean? Bela told me that the brain controls all movement so how can you move if you don't think about it?" Cassandra asked.

"Have you ever heard of instinct, child?" He asked.

"You mean while those animals?" Cassandra asked.

"Not like that. Allow me to put it like this - has your body ever suddenly stopped, for now, reason just in time for something to almost hit you or you almost trip on something?" The father asked.

"Ummm. Once - Dani got mad a threw a knife but I stopped walking just in time for the knife to hit the wall in front of me." She remembered.

"That's what I am talking about - you were mindlessly walking and your body stopped just in time before the knife hit you. Your body sensed danger and stopped to keep itself from getting hurt." [Y/N] explained.

"So...if I don't think and I'm attacked - my body will react on its own and stop itself from getting hurt?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes. The body knows it needs to be protected and will not let anything hurt it but overthinking can cancel that instinct and you get hurt in the process." He explained.

"Oh...Can we try again?" Cass asked.

"Not tonight, little bug. We can try after breakfast in the morning. Deal?" He said as he rose to his feet.

"Deal, Papa." Cassandra smiled at her father figure - she was happy her mother chose him.

- Daniela Dimitrescu -

"Daddy? What's that in your hand?" Dani asked as she looked over at the small glowing box in her father's hand.

"This? It's my Smartphone." [Y/N] said as he looked up from his phone.

"Smartphone? So, it knows stuff?" The girl asked with a tilt of her head - she looked like a confused red-haired cat. "Well, it does if it's connected to the internet - that's why I got the Wi-Fi Box set up in the study." He said.

"Wi-Fi?"

"It's Wireless Internet."

"What's Internet?"

"The...World Wide Network - you can do almost anything on the internet. You can buy things, watch videos, play games, or whatever you want."

"Can I torture people on it?" Dani asked.

"Well...you could but I don't think you should." Her father said.

"How can I use the internet?" Dani asked.

"You need a piece of Smart Tech - Like a smartphone, a computer, or a smart TV."

"How do I get one?" She asked.

"I'll order some for you and your sisters, I have one for your mother already coming."

A Few Months Later - Dani became the mistress of the internet and then asked her father for a PS4 for her birthday. At night, you can still hear the wild cackling of the witch who devoured the souls of noobs in Call of Duty.

- The Dimitrescu Sisters + Alcina Has Had Enough! -

"Let him go! Father is going to tell me more about Greece!" Bela yelled as she pulled on her father's right arm.

"No! Papa and I are going to train so that I can master my Ultra Instinct!" Cassandra said as she pulled her father's left arm.

"As if! Daddy and I are going to play Call of Duty together! There's a team who wants to go against us and I need Daddy to help me crush their souls!" Dani yanked on her father's foot.

[Y/N]'s teeth locked in pain as he was being pulled apart by his daughters - he was happy they wanted to spend time with him but this was painful.

"That's enough!" He was suddenly yanked upward from them - they all looked up to see their mother with her husband's head buried into her chest.

"Give Father/Papa/Daddy back!" The sisters demanded.

"No! Listen here, you little gremlins, I haven't been able to spend time with my own husband because of you and your hobbies. You can do what you want alone because I have going to have my husband to myself if it's the last thing I do" Alcina said as she marched off with her husband slowly suffocating in her breasts.

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu x male reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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barbiebraganca · 2 years

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* ⠀ ⠀ 🐝 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ task 33.⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ next generation ⠀ ❫

— daniel tiago ( chace crawford ). july 29, 2012.

— leda sofia ( ann kathrin brommel ). april 16, 2015.

— eva isabel ( mandy bork ). june 5, 2019.

— cael federico ( loris karius ). june 5, 2019.

— felipe rafael ( joshua paine ). june 20, 2024

— giulia raquel ( malu borges ). june 21, 2024

GENERAL HCS:

three boys, three girls; sounds like balance but reality is chaos

family trips once every summer and once every winter, it’s non negotiable

like wolves, they walk in a pack. if you see one, there’s definitely another one close by

breakfast together to trash talk everyone else the morning after every event

dani & leda spend the least time at home once they’re grown ‘cause they’re busy being adults and politics and whatnot

the other 4 probably don’t even know the first thing about politics

barbie never let the boys cut their hair too short so they just grew used to having somewhat long hair and kept it going forever

twins #2 demand separate parties since they were born in different days because of twelve minutes

they all make fun of dani 24/7 for being the only gen z of the bunch

DANI.

took him very long to get used to having siblings but the second they started growing and he realised he could get them to do stuff for him, he was cool

still needs his alone time with barbie at least three times a week though

is closer to leda because they have the most in common and they can talk about responsibilities and shit

leda dared him to cut his hair short one day and it almost gave barbie a heart attack, he kept it short after that because he liked the look

political science major, economy phd

has too many hobbies and most of them don’t even make sense, he just sees anything that could be considered interesting and goes ‘i could do that’

painting is still his major hobby ‘cause it’s something he can do with aunt ari and his dad

godparents: matilde + omari

LEDA.

a glucksbürg™

like fr if you can’t see the resemblance between her and nike idk what to tell you

not barbie’s so she did feel a bit left out in her late teen/youth years, mostly for overthinking and the fact she has to spend a good portion of her time in greece

eva was the one to sort of notice it and get those thoughts out of her head

is very protective of eva now so they grow up to be pretty close

her personality comes entirely from sergi so she’s a menace

very closed off, doesn’t make it her #1 priority to make friends, being respected is enough to keep her happy

classics major and a poli history master

godparents: io + sergi

EVA.

the brawns to cali’s brains

back to comparing them to a wolf pack, she’s the alpha. like yes, dani’s the oldest but she’s the boss

gets in trouble with too much ease, it’s a real talent the way she can give her parents headaches on the spot

gets that, her short temper, stubbornness, looks and the constant need to pick on her andrés from barbie

wilder than barbie though and fearless too ‘cause she doesn’t have a whole country to worry about

harvard law bitch but only because she didn’t know what else to do and harvard law sounded powerful enough, won’t ever use her degree for anything

didn’t tell anyone in college she’s a royal at first but got sick of the stuck up law students one day and started using it to show them there’s always someone bigger and more important in the room

godparents: inna + leonardo

CALI.

constantly getting his (older by five minutes) twin out of trouble

got a matching tattoo with eva at their eighteenth birthday even though he didn’t want to (because, again, she’s the boss) but after that, he didn’t stop and now has more tats than he can count

looks like a spoiled fuckboy but looks are definitely deceiving with this one

soft lover boy

cries way too easily thanks to his dad’s genes

needs glasses

love language is both words of affirmation and physical touch. will wrap an arm around the nearest family member wherever he is

a romantic, a helper, definitely a hugger in deep need of love and affection at all times

oxford veterinary medicine

grew up obsessed with animals, especially the big ones, because of his mother’s pets

the most supportive of the bunch. any project, important day or sad moment his siblings have, he’s there in three seconds with the bragança special (cake)

godparents: aalayna + simó

FELI.

unlike cali, this is a fuckboy for sure

everyone’s friend like jesus christ is this guy an extrovert. that’s his main talent: he can befriend even the grumpiest most hateful person

sports boy. surfs for fun, snowboards for work which confuses barbie and andrés so much because neither of them knew snowboarding was something one could do at a professional level

world champion and olympian (probably looks up to teo a lot)

life of the party. once he and eva can party together it’s a done deal

no drugs or too much alcohol though because he actually takes the whole healthy athlete scene a little too serious

he and his twin collectively decided they wouldn’t go to uni and their parents will never recover from that shock

because he travels a lot for work, feli spends all his free time at home with the family

will carry on ale’s legacy of never wearing a shirt

was gonna be named frederico until eva pointed out that they couldn’t name him that because it was cali’s middle name

they changed it to felipe but dani started calling him “not fred” since then and the nickname kind of stuck around

godparents: layla + gabriel

GIGI.

it girl

you think you can offend or piss her off? well, she’s too busy buying new shoes to even hear it

her entire personality is based on the “you wanna fight me with these long nails on? no, this hair was not cheap” quote by megan thee stallion

looking at her you’d think she’s the stereotypical dumb blondie and she does nothing to change that but is actually the smartest of the bunch hence why it was so hard for her parents to understand her not going to uni. it made sense with feli but gigi? hard to understand

has her own haircare brand and forces her siblings and friends to model for it

she’s the baby so obviously spoiled but actual sweetheart

never stressed over anything a day in her life

obsessed with flowers, used to go to the palace garden and take some out to put in her bedroom, the gardeners hated her as a child

inherited her mother’s love for buying presents. she gives everyone new stuff without the need of a special day or something to celebrate she just loves giving presents and buying things

godparents: ariel + george

#long post #soz #hshqtask033 #* ⠀ ⠀ 🐝 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ viii.⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ task ⠀ ❫

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shra-vasti · 4 years

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MOON JUNHUI

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Moon Junhui x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-couple au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : cheating

Word count : 2k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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You couldn't be in contact with Jun for a long period of time now and you were starting to get used to his absence rather than missing the hell out of him.

You have had talks with Seokmin when he bumped into you few times and you were glad to hear he was finally going out with someone instead of being stuck up on you, you learned her name was Seuji and you were very happy for him feeling a weight was lift off your shoulders.

"I've been talking with a guy from other school."

You casually mumbled scrolling through your Instagram not paying much attention to it.

"You're talking with a guy? What's his name?"

"Yoon Jeonghan."

It was Seokmin who had asked you that question and he was accompanied by Zeny and Dani, all of you sitting on one of the benches which were located at the garden of your university.

"You mean to say Yoon Jeonghan from Hanlim school? As in the one who went to the same coaching class as us?"

The other three were more attentive and interested in your life than you were at this point cause you just nodded your head with a little hum, you weren't even talking with the said guy with much interest but you had been continously talking with him so you thought might as well inform them.

The only people who were currently aware of you being in a relationship with Jun was only Zeny and Andie but Andie was admitted to another University and you asked Zeny to shut her mouth up since you weren't sure about your relationship yourself.

You didn't even spend much time with Jun before he left, both of you did try your best, him being the one to reach out to you more and you didn't quite get the chance to properly be with him as a couple.

But getting used to the university life was sure tiring and most of the nights one of you would just crash down on the bed and sleep not having enough will in the body to stay up and talk with each other.

You knew Jun was trying his best but he was living with his family and being with the family had its own ristrictions as compared to when he was in Korea, living alone in his apartment.

This was the exact reason why you didn't fancy the idea of long distance relationship, you had never been to one before but you had hated it'd idea ever since you were aware of it.

"Why are you talking with him out of all the people?"

You looked at Seokmin raising your eyebrows, you knew he was getting jealous of you talking with someone else but he can't tell you what to do.

"Why? You got some problem with him? Is he that bad? I'm just talking, it's nothing serious."

"He told me the other day that you said you like him but I didn't believe and now you're telling me that you guys are talking."

"I didn't say I like him, I said I like him as in person, it isn't my fault he's so full of himself, don't worry and focus on your own life."

"Just be careful with him y/n."

"Sure, I'm going to meet him after few weeks when he'll be back from his hometown though."

You got up from your spot, packing your stuff and going off towards your next class. Your mind was clouded with Jun but you weren't sure what to do with him and you had a date with Jeonghan too, hanging out with new people instant supposed to be a crime when you're in relationships right?

"Jun come on pick up the phone."

Your heart beat was irregular as you anxiously dialed his number one after the other but he wasn't picking up.

You had met with Jeonghan today and you didn't expect it to turn out like it did. Now that you were back from it, you suddenly remembered about Jun which you had completely forgotten since the last few weeks.

Your breath hitched as you looked at the time, you knew Jun must have return from his college since it was late at night but you weren't sure why he wasn't picking up your calls and you needed to talk with him.

You groaned when he didn't pick up your call for 8th time deciding to just write him a message instead since you were getting drained due to nervousness and as the time passed, you were overthinking about how he would react.

You took a deep breath thinking about how you were going to start, you didn't expect yourself to lose control over your conscious state so easily.

To Jun : Hey, how have you been? I am sorry I couldn't contact you from past few weeks and you were too busy too, I tried calling you so many times because I wanted to talk to you about something but you weren't picking up so this is the only way I could get done with this and not feel anxious. Jun, I'm sorry, I know you would be confused as to why I am apologizing but I'm really really sorry, I'm crying as I write this I'm sorry I betrayed you. I never thought I would get attached with Jeonghan, I didn't think too much while I hungout with him, I genuinely saw him as a friend Jun, but he was so sweet to me and we kind of clicked, I was missing hanging out with you and he was there to fill your spot that I couldn't push him away, your thoughts were completely blocked by the thoughts of him, I forgot about you, I'm so sorry.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself as you wiped out your tears before hitting the sent button, he wasn't even delivered, he wasn't even online. You took the phone again typing another message.

To Jun : I don't think I can continue our relationship with the guilt I'm carring and you deserve better, I'm sorry I betrayed you like that I wasn't in my right mind I'm so sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me but don't blame yourself please, you're my best friend and this just isn't right. I shouldn't have broke your trust like that but whenever I am with Jeonghan I can't think of anything else other than him please don't be angry I really want to apologise for the damaged that I caused but this relationship just wouldn't work, I can't do this, I can't handle long distance relationship well I'm sorry.

You hit the sent button, getting away from the phone and started doing the house chores to keep yourself busy till the time he replied but he didn't.

You finished the chores later and went towards your phone to see if anything was sent but it wasn't which disappointed you as well as made you more anxious, what was in that mind of his.

You went inside the shower to relax your muscles and got dressed and did your night routine before plopping on your bed and tucking yourself inside the blanket.

You got you phone to see just a single message notification, your heart beat increasing as you unlocked the phone.

To y/n : Have you lost your mind? Are you aware what you're trying to say? How can you do this to me? I thought you loved me y/n this isn't a joke. I am studying and working my ass off here just for me to come home to see this? Do you realize how happy I was seeing all those calls and messages from you thinking you just missed me that much only to find out what? That you cheated on me? Is that what you're trying to say? I loved you, I love you so damn much and you did this? You had the nerve to even message me about it y/n, do you realizes you have tore me apart. I don't even know how to behave how dare you? I'm so angry, I did so many things for you, I didn't care about my own reputation just to gain your love and you let it go to waste? Don't you dare contact me after this y/n it's over between us, how will I trust someone else after what you did to me? I'm blocking you, I don't even want to see your face cause I myself don't know if I would be able to control my anger if I did, I hope that you atleast don't cheat him. I hate you y/n I hope you realize what you lost and what you did. Don't contact me or show me your face ever again I'm blocking you.

Your eyes with in tears once again as you read his message again and again, you knew he had blocked you and he was so damn angry. He should be, you deserved his anger.

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valkyrieofthehighfae · 4 years

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Pairing: Wolffe x Danica Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: None Tagging: @roseofalderaan, @catsnkooks, @clonewarslover55, @miss-spixx, @sweetheartartist Join the taglist here

A crisp breeze tossed my hair about my face, the coolness a nice contrast to the heat of the sun shining down on us. Wolffe and I were watching my troops working with his men, teaching them some new techniques to help them in their fight against these droids, silence reigning awkwardly between us.

“Would you like to get dinner tonight?”

“What?” My head whipped over towards Wolffe, eyes wide with shock. Of all the things I was waiting for him to say, asking me to dinner was not one of them. He wasn’t looking at me, his stern gaze still fixed on the training ring ahead of us, and I looked away from him quickly, trying to gather my thoughts, my heart racing in my chest.

“After last night, it seems like we should spend some time getting to know one another better. If we’re… soulmates, then we need to make it a priority to spend time together outside of this.” He motioned to the training ring and all of the soldiers milling about, talking and sparring.

“I… yes, okay, you’re right. I’d love to get dinner.” I cleared my throat nervously, glancing back over to see him watching me with a slight frown. I could feel heat rising in my cheeks and I looked away quickly, shouting some orders to Sif and Loghain.

“What’s the matter, princess? Nervous about spending time with me alone?” There was a playful lilt to his words, a slight smirk lighting his face up at the idea of me being flustered.

“What? Me? Nervous? No!” My voice rose in pitch when protesting that I wasn’t nervous, which was a boldfaced lie. Hell yeah I was nervous! We were doing things backwards here really. Dinner should have happened before we slept together, but mistakes were made and, well, here we were.

“Right, of course not. Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” He leaned in closer, his smirk getting bigger. “Unless you ask me to.” And with that, he went to go speak with General Koon, leaving me to stand there with my jaw dropped and my cheeks burning.

“Sif! You’re in charge for the rest of the training. I’ve got some stuff to go take care of!” I called over to the Fae woman barking orders in Sylvarus to the others, laughing over something Loghain said.

“Got it Commander! You heard her!” Sif jumped into leader mode and I quickly walked away to go figure out just what the hell I was going to wear tonight.

~*~*~

“You have been through almost your entire wardrobe. Have you found anything to wear yet?” Ashlyn groaned, flopping back on my bed.

“No, I haven’t. This has to be perfect. Things are so ass backwards with us and I don’t know, Ash! Wolffe makes me so nervous and it’s weird, no one has ever made me this nervous before. I get all tongue tied and my heart feels like it’s bruising my ribcage with just how hard it’s beating just from standing near him! Not to mention my bond mark has this stupidly intense sensitivity whenever he touches me or the mark itself; my head gets all muddled and fuzzy and I can’t think straight.” I ran a hand through my hair with a groan, flopping back onto the bed next to my best friend. “I just don’t want to fuck this up more than we probably already have. I mean honestly, who the hell sleeps with someone before actually going on a date with them?” I couldn’t help but complain a little bit, sighing dramatically.

“Mates who just couldn’t wait,” Ash teased me, a grin on her lilac face. “Seriously, you didn’t fuck it up. Who says you have to do things in a specific order anyway? Look, you’re overthinking this Dani. Just put on a cute oversized sweater, some comfortable pants and shoes and then you’re good to go! The Festival of Ghosts is starting tonight, instead of dinner, why don’t you two go to the carnival instead? It’s casual, relaxed, and less stuffy than dinner.”

“Ash, you’re a genius!” I shot up and dove back into my wardrobe with a renewed vigor.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll just go pass the message along to your boyfriend then, shall I?” She snorted and ducked out of the room, leaving me to my own devices. I’d finally found the perfect outfit to wear tonight; a soft, black oversized sweater with a pair of my most comfortable cream colored riding breeches and a pair of knee high boots that were soft and positively the most comfortable pair of shoes I owned. Once I was satisfied with my outfit choice, I threw on some simple eyeliner and lipgloss, and studied my hair, frowning slightly at the wild mess cascading around my shoulders.

I suppose I could do a simple victory roll and tie it all back with a bandana. I grabbed my curling iron and got to work, pinning the thick silver waves back and out of my face, securing it down with a multitude of pins and a bright red bandana, pleased with the final results.

A knock on the door had me nearly leaping out of my skin and I practically tripped over my own feet while diving forward to throw the door open, revealing a mildly startled Wolffe waiting for me.

“Hi.” I breathed, straightening up with a shy smile, reaching up to touch my hair with slightly shaking fingers.

“Hi yourself. You look nice.” Wolffe returned my smile, looking a touch shy himself.

“Thank you. You look nice, too. I’m assuming Ashlyn was the mind behind the outfit?” I motioned to the leather jacket and dark shirt with a pair of nice jeans and boots.

“Yeah, your friend is… interesting. Sinker’s taking her to this carnival, I think she really charmed him.” He chuckled low in his throat, putting an arm around my shoulders as we headed out to join in the festivities.

“That figures. She’s a sweetheart, though, so Sinker’s in good hands.” I leaned into him, tentatively wrapping my arm around his waist, my breath catching in my throat when he squeezed my shoulders slightly. “Um… so… right, ah, yeah, um… So we’re getting to know each other, yeah?” I rolled my eyes at myself, mentally flapping a hand over my face. Smooth, Danica, real smooth.

“That’s generally how a date works, yes.” Wolffe grinned down at me, eyebrows raised slightly. I wanted the earth to open up and just swallow me whole right now, completely embarrassed by lack of eloquence. He just made it so hard to think properly whenever he was near me, it was like my brain just quit working.

“I know that! Ugh. I’m sorry, you just… well, you make me -” I got cut off when Ashlyn bumped into me on purpose, grinning devilishly at me as she and Sinker went past us. I opened my mouth to say something when Wolffe shifted his arm from around my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer to him, startling me into silence.

“Are you hungry?” He nodded towards the food vendors just down the way near the games and I nodded eagerly.

“Starving, actually. C’mon, let’s see what’s good.” I laced my fingers through his without even thinking about it, eager to grab a bite to eat and something warm to drink, the temperature dropping lower as the sun began to set. The sweater I chose was a perfect choice since Ellodeem got pretty chilly in the evenings during fall, although being close to Wolffe certainly didn’t hurt either considering the man was like a living heater.

“So, what’s your recommendation, Dani?” Wolffe was eyeing all of the vendors curiously, stomach growling at the barrage of scents slamming into us all at once.

“Hmm… well, do you want something sweet or savory? Spicy? Something you can easily eat while walking around or something we have to sit and eat? Because really, all of this is divine, but I think the cafe over there has the best comfort foods.” I pointed to a cute little building at the very end of the walkway with cute decorations put up and a multitude of carved and uncarved pumpkins neatly arranged along either side of the door.

“Alright, comfort food it is. Lead the way princess.”

“Is that officially my pet name or something?” I furrowed my brow at the use of his seemingly preferred nickname for me and he shrugged a little, grinning from ear to ear.

“Might be. Do you want me to stop? I’m sure I could think of something different.” His grin was a touch too toothy at the mention of finding me a new nickname and I shook my head quickly, swallowing hard.

“No, no, princess is just fine. Forget I said anything.” I pushed the door to the cafe open, inhaling deeply and sighing happily. The smell of freshly baked bread and fresh caf filled the air, hints of spices and apple intermingling in the air, my stomach growling just as loudly as Wolffe’s had mere moments ago.

“My lady, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Your usual table is ready to go!” A perky voice spoke up from just behind the register, a brightly smiling young man grinning happily at us.

“Thank you, Ulric!” I chirped back, going to a table in the back, sliding into the small booth and picked up a menu to flip through. “I think I already know what I want, but they always change up the menu this time of year, so it’s nice to look for a new favorite.”

“What do you usually get?” Wolffe slipped out of his jacket, resting it on the back of his side of the booth before snagging the other menu.

“Usually the dry-roasted lunar minmishi and boar, it’s in the macaroni pasta bowl and it’s so good. It’s got a really nice flavor to it and it’s the perfect cold weather food.” I was practically drooling just at the thought of that bread bowl stuffed to the brim with pasta and minmishi. Wolffe nodded, his lips curving up into a soft smile, eyes going back to his menu while he reached over with a hand to hold onto mine, thumb casually running over my skin absentmindedly as he thought about what he wanted.

“What can I get you two lovebirds to drink?” Hilde came bounding over, datapad in hand and a huge smirk on her face.

“Hey Hilde. Could I get an apple cider please?” I mumbled, cheeks heating up again when she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at me, a pointed look on her face when she glanced over at Wolffe then back to me.

“Of course my lady! And for you?”

“I’ll have an apple cider as well, thanks. Are you ready to order princess?” Wolffe squeezed my hand gently, Hilde immediately “awwing” out loud, a hand pressing against her chest and a sappy smile on her face.

“Um.. y-yeah, I think I’m ready if you are.” I shot Hilde a look, glowering at the over excited woman who pointedly ignored my death stare. “I’ll have my usual please Hilde.”

“And I’ll try the wuuf steak, medium rare with the silver amble and baked yarrot.” We handed Hilde our menus and she skipped off to get our orders put in, leaving us in a calm, peaceful silence. “Is she always that cheerful?”

“Yes, yes she is. Hilde is like a ray of sunshine personified. It’s impressive really. I don’t know anyone else that perky.” And that was true, no one else I knew could match Hilde’s level of brightness and happiness. “I think Ashlyn is the only other person I can think even slightly close to matching Hilde’s energy, so Sinker’s gonna have a constant ball of sunshine on his hands if they get serious.”

“So you and Ashlyn. How often do you two go to parties like the one last night?”

“Ah. I was wondering if that was going to come up. Um… honestly, it’s only a once a year thing. I mean, we do attend a lot of parties, but they’re not generally like the one from last night. That one is… um… hm… more geared towards us younger Fae. It’s a night where we can let loose, do stupid shit and just have fun.” I was hesitant to talk about the rave we were at when we realized that we had soul bonded, not wanting to really broach the subject quite yet.

“It’s like us going to this clone bar back on Coruscant, the 79’s. I get it, sometimes you just need to blow off some steam.” Wolffe was nodding sagely, a look of understanding in his pretty eyes.

“You party? Hard to believe there’s a party animal under that stoic exterior.” I joked with a soft laugh, making him laugh too.

“What can I say, princess? I’m full of surprises.” He leaned across the table, our lips almost touching, when Hilde interrupted by setting our drinks down with a quick apology for ruining the moment. I leaned back, taking my mug up and taking a sip of the warm cider, savoring the crisp flavors of fresh raven buckthorn apples and various spices that filled my mouth with each sip I took. “Here, hold still, you have a little something right here.” He leaned in again and pressed his lips to mine, brushing the tip of his tongue across my lower lip to get some of the foam from the cider off, a playful glint in his eyes when he broke the kiss as quickly as he’d started it. I swallowed hard, drawing my lip between my teeth and sucking in a sharp breath of air while my heart raced in my chest.

“I, uh, can see that. That you’re full of surprises, I mean. Oh, look at that, our food.” I winced as my voice went up a couple octaves from nervousness, the pitch making my sensitive hearing hurt just a smidge. “Thank you Hilde, this looks and smells amazing.” I turned my attention to the food being set down in front of us, mouth watering at the sight of the large bread bowl stuffed full of pasta and meat sitting in front of me. I could not wait to dig in!

“That looks really good. Smells great, too.” Wolffe was eyeing my bread bowl with interest, so I speared some noodles and meat up onto my fork and offered it up to him, grinning shyly when he leaned in to take the bite, closing his eyes with a happy groan as he tasted the rich sauce.

“See why it’s my usual?” I took another bite myself, damn near dancing in my seat with pure joy. “Yours looks really good too.”

“Here, try some.” Wolffe offered up a bite of his steak, waiting to see what I thought of it.

“Wow, that’s really good! Way more tender than I was expecting it to be.” I was pleasantly surprised by just how good that steak was. We sat chatting for a while, trading stories of our various adventures and how he got the cybernetic eye. I silently swore a blood oath against this Ventress woman, vowing to take an eye from her the way she took one from him. Not that I would tell him that, anyway, I didn’t want to worry him.

“Come on, let’s go check out the rest of the festival. I saw some rides that looked like they could be fun.” Wolffe offered after we paid and left the cafe, stepping out into the cold nighttime air.

“Brr I should have grabbed a coat. I wasn’t expecting it to be this chilly out.” I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering a little at the sudden change in temperature. The cafe had been so nice and cozy, that the cold was a shock to the system.

“Come here cyar’ika, I’ve got you.” He slipped out of his jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders before pulling me close, our fingers intertwined together as we walked around, oohing and ahhing at the faelings that were running around, dressed in costumes and gathering treats with gleeful shrieks and laughter.

“This has been a blast. Thank you.” I looked up at Wolffe through my lashes, coming to a stop near the ferris wheel.

“Night’s not over yet princess.” He murmured, rough fingers tilting my chin up as he leaned down to catch my lips in a heated kiss that left my knees feeling like rubber. I had to hold onto his forearms to stay upright, the kiss leaving me dizzy and wanting more.

“Let’s go back to the palace, yeah?” I whispered, biting my lip slightly as I looked up at him.

“Whatever you want sweetheart. Your wish is my command.”

#Kat writes #Wolffe x Danica #Danica is awkward and it's adorable #Love these two so much #fluff #like full on tooth rotting fluff

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prodigalsonheadcanons · 5 years

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Can you do 32? “I have something to tell you but maybe we should move someplace a little more quiet?”

His hands were shaking.

That was the first thing Dani noticed.

Malcolm was speaking to JT, a little way down the hall from her. She’d been focused on looking over their latest report; at first, she hadn’t paid much mind to them. But her eyes had inevitably wandered over, and now that they had, they were getting stuck. At first, she wasn’t sure what was putting her off, but that was when she noticed.

His hands were trembling.

He was trying to hide the fact, like he usually did. They were clenched tightly in front of him, held close to his body in the attempt to make their trembling less noticeable. But she could see the telltale tremors. Her face started to fall, but her worry and confusion just got worse the longer she studied him. She could see that underneath the calm façade he was trying to give off, he was beginning to look strained, and unnerved. She noticed that he was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and that as he continued to speak to JT, he was stretching his neck out every so often, as though it was stiff.

She caught all the details he was trying to hide. By now, she’d pushed away from her desk and had turned to stare obviously in their direction. JT’s back was to her, but Malcolm didn’t even notice her spying, which was the final nail in the coffin to knowing that something wasn’t right. But still, she hesitated for a couple moments, wanting to make sure that she was absolutely right, and not just overreacting. If everything was fine, and she went over there, she had no idea what Malcolm would do or say to her. She knew he was sensitive when it came to people prying…prying was the last thing she wanted to do.

But she looked closely at his eyes, and the answer was there for her. They were unnaturally bright. The smile on his face was flimsy. His smile had seemed forced before, but the effort was becoming more and more noticeable by the second. She looked again at his hands, and her stomach twisted when she saw that that was getting more noticeable as well. He was talking less, and staring more. He was nodding his head every so often, but the motion was jerky and awkward.

She got up and started for them.

“…don’t understand that part,” JT was saying, as she approached. “Why do you think he didn’t say anything?”

Malcolm didn’t answer at first. By the time she came to a stop and he caught sight of her, he was inhaling sharply, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. “Uh— it…I…it was…probably…” His voice was different, too. His words were thin, and wavering. He couldn’t even formulate a full sentence. She saw that JT was starting to pick up on the fact something wasn’t right. “He didn’t…he probably was— thinking that—” Malcolm continued to struggle.

“What’s up with you?” JT demanded. Dani saw Malcolm’s façade break just a little bit more. He was starting to breathe faster. JT’s eyebrows drew together as he leaned closer— just making it worse. Malcolm grimaced as he tried to take a step back, and right their distance. “You’re acting—”

She cleared her throat. Malcolm’s hands clenched tighter, but they were shaking harder, so the effort was worthless. His breathing hitched a little. He looked at her, and his panic seemed to only grow. She forced herself to remain neutral. “Sorry, JT, I’m gonna have to cut in.” He seemed confused, but before he could ask any questions, she turned to Malcolm. “Can I pull you aside for a second?” she asked. His shoulders tightened with nerves. She gave him a purposeful look. “I have something to tell you, but…maybe we should move someplace a little more quiet.”

He blanched at first, obviously having no idea what was going on. But when she just raised her eyebrows at him, his eyes flashed. He managed a tiny nod. She nodded too, and reached out to grab his elbow— slowly, so he’d have the chance to pull away from her or tell her off. But he let her, and once she had a grip on him, she was pulling him away. She said nothing, but that was alright— Malcolm was silent, too. He ducked his head as they walked, subconsciously making the decision to trust her not to let him run into anything.

She made for the break room and paused just long enough to crack open the door and check and see if anyone was inside. When she saw it was empty – like she’d hoped – she pulled him in. She shut the door behind them and only then, did she let go. The second he did, he was ducking his head and pressing the heels of his hands hard against his forehead. Now that they were alone, he wasn’t fighting as hard to hide everything. Or maybe he just wasn’t capable of hiding it, anymore. He started to breathe faster, and louder. His hands started shaking much more violently. Her heart tore, when she saw all of the things she’d seen out there multiply and get about five times worse, in here.

The only sound in the entire room was his fast and hitched gasping. He was flinching, but after a couple moments, he caught her eye and realized she was staring. She felt guilty at first, thinking he would be angry at her for just gawking, and knowing he’d have a right to be. But she perked when closed his eyes and hid his face again, pausing in his hyperventilation only briefly to say: “Thank you…” The words were just shaking exhales. She could hear all the panic he was holding back, hiding in their syllables.

“You’re welcome,” she returns quietly. For a second the silence is back, the air being filled instead with all the sounds of his worsening fear. She shakes herself free of her stupor and turns to drag a chair over. “Here, sit down.” He does— he practically collapses back into it. He holds his head in his hands, however unsteady they were. She drags a chair over for herself as well. She searches his face, trying to think. He continues to hyperventilate. She makes sure her voice is a soft murmur when she asks, “Do you…want me to leave?”

She’s surprised, when he shakes his head fast. “No, it— …it just gets worse when I’m alone.” Her chest tightens when she hears how torn his voice gets. When she hears how much pain is hiding behind the response. He keeps his eyes shut, refusing to look at her. Amid all the growing anxiety on his face, she can see it isn’t helped with this. That he’s probably overthinking all of this. That he’s wondering if he’s becoming less in her eyes, that he’s worried about what she’s thinking at this very moment.

“Okay,” she reassures, still speaking gently. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just—” he tries to force himself to take a deep breath. It looks like it’s a lot harder than it was supposed to be. “Just…stay here…please…” The request is nothing but a choked mumble. Almost guilty.

Her response is immediate and earnest, though. “Okay.”

He glances at her. After a couple more uneven gasps, he offers her something she can only assume was meant to be a smile. “I’m sorry…it just— sometimes I—”

She cuts him off at once. “It’s okay. I understand.” She gives him a smile, too. A smile she hopes is warm, and comforting. That lets him know that, just like the restraints, this doesn’t bother her. Not at all— she understands. She knows it’s nothing he can control. She knows that if he had the choice, he would never ask for things like this to happen to him. His smile becomes much more defined with this— much more grateful.

He asks reluctantly: “Can…you…” She frowns a little. He cringes. “Just— tell me something?” he begs. “Something to…” He breaks off with another gasp, but she understands the request.

“Yeah, of course, uh…” She wracks her brain, rushing to grab onto something— anything. “Uh— I was…sent to the principal’s office when I was in third grade for putting gum in someone’s hair.” The abruptness and unexpectedness of the announcement catches him off-guard. His gasps stuttered, with his double-take. “There was this girl in my class, her name was Charlotte. One day, the teacher gave me this ladybug sticker that smelled like strawberries. I was so excited; you know how elementary school is, it made my entire life, to get that sticker.” Malcolm cracks a tiny smile.

“Yeah, so…a couple hours later, I realize it’s missing— I can’t find it anywhere. I look all in my backpack and in my desk, and there’s nothing. Not on the floor, or out in the hall, either.” She can hear his breathing start to regularize, and his eyes begin to lose some of their panic and misery. She knows she has to take her time with the story. She needs to make it as long as possible, and keep her voice as gentle as she can. “After a while, I notice Charlotte has the sticker on her folder. I told her it was mine and she needed to give it back, and she tells me that she just had the same sticker, and it was hers. I knew she was lying— I knew she’d straight up just stolen my sticker.”

“What a monster,” Malcolm laughs, more of a winded exhale than anything else.

“It was a scratch and sniff sticker,” she just snaps back, and he laughs again. She warms more, as she continues. “But she refused to give it back and the teacher didn’t listen when I tried to tell her. So naturally, my next move was to stuff like…twelve pieces of gum in my mouth— I could barely chew it.” This time, she starts to laugh along with Malcolm. “But I get this huge wad of gum and at recess I just run right up to her and I smack it into her hair. Of course, she starts crying immediately, and all the teachers run up to drag me away, but I make sure that gum is in her hair completely.”

“You’re so mean!”

“But that’s not even the worst part. Her hair was so long and pretty— that was why I decided I’d stick gum in it as proper revenge. The next day she comes into school and it’s cut so short, right up her ears, because I guess they couldn’t get it all out enough.” Malcolm’s hands have dropped, by now. They were shaking less. “She absolutely despised me for the rest of elementary school, and I got into so much trouble. But…she never stole anyone else’s stickers, that’s for sure.”

His voice was getting back to normal when he laughs, “So you did a public good.”

“Of course I did,” she returns. “I live to serve.”

They laugh together for a couple seconds. He smiles at her for a while, but as their laughter died off, he looked away. He stared down at the table instead, and she could see something akin to exhaustion come to replace his smile. He wasn’t frowning, but he wasn’t happy anymore, and that hurt to see. She gives him space, though, not wanting to overstep. He starts to grimace uncomfortably, glancing down at his hands which still retained a hint of shaking. “I’m…” He lets out a slow sigh. “I’m really sorry, I— usually I’m better at—”

“You don’t have to apologize,” she says gently. He eyes her, but she simply meets his doubt with a smile. She turns and gets up, grabbing a couple paper towels and putting them under the sink. She brings them back and he accepts them with a fervent sense of gratitude. He presses them to his face and concentrates on breathing slow. He keeps them there for a couple minutes. When he pulls them away, he looks much better. Yet he still doesn’t quite look at her. She tilts her head a little. “Do you get these a lot?” she murmurs.

“Not…as often as I used to,” he mumbles. “They can just…sneak up on me…sometimes. I tried to stop it before it could get out of hand…but…” He shakes his head. “And when I’m alone— …I don’t know, sometimes it’s better to be alone, sometimes it’s not, it just…depends…who I’m with…I guess.” He looks at her, his apprehension beginning to grow back already, when he’d just gotten rid of it.

But she just keeps smiling. “I’m glad I could help.”

The apprehension fades. He softens, instead. “…Thank you…” he practically whispers.

She softens, too. “It’s no trouble.” She pauses briefly, before she asks: “Do you want to talk about it?”

His smile fades. She finds herself missing it, the second it’s gone. “I’d…rather not…right now, anyway…” He’s apologetic, though she has no idea why. It’s not like he owes her anything. She knows that it’s difficult to open up, for him. It’s hard for anyone, yet especially in his case. She didn’t want to push him. She didn’t want him to be upset. She found, looking at him now, that all she wanted was to see him smile again. All she wanted, was that back.

So she smiles and leans her elbows on the table. “That’s alright,” she reassures. “That just means I have more time to tell you about the time I made the star quarterback cry in high school.”

This cracks him. This brings his smile back. The instant she sees it, and the instant she hears his laugh again, her chest feels much warmer. Her own smile grows, when she sees his. “What?” he scoffed. “You’re making yourself sound evil, I hope you know that.”

She smirks. “Maybe you just don’t know how mean I actually am,” she chirps.

His grin stays. She was glad. “No, I know you’re not,” he murmurs. Almost too quiet to hear.

She was surprised by the response, and by how soft his voice suddenly seemed.

She smiles. Warms. So does he.

For a moment they just sit together in silence. Comfortable. Happy.

Before she shakes herself out of it and begins. “Okay, so it was homecoming…”

Malcolm settles in to listen eagerly.

His smile doesn’t leave.

His hands don’t shake.

#Thank you for the prompt!!! I hope you like it!! <3 #Prodigal Son #Malcolm Bright #Dani Powell #Brightwell #Tiny Fic #Prompt #Made before S1E05

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heroexxs · 4 years

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IF THEY HAD A KID MEME BUT THE OTHER KIDS OF JORDAN AND DANI BC U MAKE ME FEEL STUFF!!! AND I WANNA SEE THEIR FAMILY

If They Had a Kid Meme : Jordan Caswell && Danielle Cage ( SINCE SHE WANTS ALL OF THE KIDS )

Name: Noah Jordan Caswell

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Noah has Dani’s brunette hair and Jordan’s eyes. His fingers are usually filled with calluses due to the fact that he is writing so many songs, while playing the piano constantly in his room. He has one ear piecing ( that neither parents know about and was done on a dare, but still hasn’t closed up just yet ). No scars, but just the occasional black and blue mark from wrestling with Anthony every now and then.

Personality: If you could take Jordan and Dani and blend them together, you’d get Noah. He has Jordan’s wit and charm, and has Dani’s laid back behavior. At times he can overthink certain things, but chooses to live in the moment and take each opportunity as it’s presented to him. Noah hangs around a more popular crowd, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t mingle with other, especially who his siblings hang around. He’s very overprotective over the both of them, especially Anthony. He has gotten into the occasional scuffle, but stands by his reasons.

Special Talents: Noah has a beautiful singing voice, but refuses to let anyone in his family actually hear him sing. The only time that anyone has heard him sing or seen him dance was in some high school theater productions, but if one of his siblings or parents asks him to sing on the spot, he refuses. Deep down he has these big dreams of being an actor or singing in front of a large crowd, but knows that the odds aren’t in his favor, especially just being a high school student. At the moment those dreams are on hold, but he hopes to make them come true one way or another.

Who they like better: Even though he does love both parents equally, Noah does spend more time with Dani and is around her more often. He tags along to work with her every now and then just to spend some time with her when he’s done school. He also has a very close relationship with both of his siblings and as the eldest brother knows that there is a lot of weight on his shoulders. Never once did Dani or Jordan make him feel like he was the ‘man’ of the house but knows that he has to set a good example, and thankfully Dani helps him out with that.

Who they take after more: Noah also has a bit of sass in him ( not as much as Anthony ) that he gets from Jordan, but has received Dani’s hopeless romantic side. While he’s not writing love letters to significant others, he’s bouncing ideas off of his mother to try to get the best way to get his crush to notice him. He also has his head in any romantic novel that he could find ( Dani is guilty of buying him one too many ) due to the fact that he had grown up seeing how in love both of his mothers were, causing him to long for a love like that as well. All he wanted was for someone to love him just like Jordan and Dani, and he hopes one day to find his soulmate like that.

Personal Head canon: The first fight Noah had ever gotten in was on the first day of eighth grade. Anthony was starting school as well and was a couple grades lower than he was, but still attended the same school. A group of kids were picking on Anthony due to the fact that not only he had two moms, but that he was also adopted which caused Noah to step in. Even though both of his parents told him that violence never was the answer, too many horrible things were said causing him to think with his fists first rather than his head. It ended up with him in detention both Dani and Jordan rushing out of work to come pick him up. Even though they told him what he did was wrong ( Dani was over the moon that Noah stood up for himself since she would have done the same thing ) the whole little family went out for some ice cream in hopes to push everything behind them.

Face Claim: Jordan Fisher

If They Had a Kid Meme : Jordan Caswell && Danielle Cage

Name: Anthony David Caswell

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Anthony looks nothing like either of his parents due to the fact that he was adopted by the Caswell’s when he was just a year old. After trying time and time again and having no luck, Jordan and Dani decided to go down the adoption route. He has dark brown hair along with brown eyes, no piercings as well as no scars ( there might be a couple of bruises from wrestling with his older brother a bit ). He is slightly muscular from working out and playing various sports.

Personality: Anthony has no problem with being the loudest in the room and drawing as much attention to himself as possible. He loves trying to be the ‘class clown’ and doing whatever it takes to make his siblings and his parents laugh, even though it does cause him to get into some trouble from time to time. He’s hyper and active, and even though he cracks one too many jokes, he doesn’t have any problem with helping anyone out. If Jordan or Dani needed help unpacking groceries, Anthony would do it without any hesitation and would do it unasked. He doesn’t take anything for granted due to the fact that his life didn’t start out easy to begin with.

Special Talents: Anthony is very skilled at any sport he picks up, specifically baseball. He’s been playing ever since he was little and found a great passion for the game. That, and he also loves the support from his family at every single game he plays, both home and away. It means the world to him to just have them there watching him play, which makes him try even harder to make them proud.

Who they like better: Anthony doesn’t particularly have a favorite parent since in his eyes, both of them got him out of the horrible place he was staying out and brought him into their lives. He does have a couple more things in common with Dani rather than Jordan, but he does love the both of them pretty equally. He also spends a little more time with Dani due to her taking him to various practices, but the whole Caswell crowd shows up to each and every one of Anthony’s games to cheer him on.

Who they take after more: Anthony has Dani’s wit and Jordan’s slightly sassy responses all balled into one. He’s quick on his feet like both of his parents and isn’t shy to push his siblings buttons from time to time just became he can. He’s overprotective a bit like Jordan and when it comes to younger sister Vera he makes sure that no one messes with her at school. He has gotten into a couple of fights like Dani, but nowhere near as may as she ever participated in.

Personal Head canon: Ever since they brought Anthony home, he has had night terrors about little pieces of his past. Both Dani and Jordan let the little boy sleep right in the middle of the two of them ( of course Noah had to join as well ) and this lasted until the boy was eight years old. It was such ha hard time to get him to sleep in his own bed, and it broke Dani and Jordan’s heart to have to have him sleep alone when he got too scared, but both parents every now and then would sneak into his room and lay on the floor until he fell asleep. Every now and then if he gets too scared and can’t fall asleep, even at this age, Jordan and Dani slowly find their way into his room, just so lay on the floor and be there for him until he can fall asleep.

Face Claim: Noah Centineo

#danielle x jordan #my god this got long lol #BUT YOU WANTED ALL OF THE KIDS #YOU GOT ALL OF THE KIDS

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jazzywazzy89 · 5 years

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Firstly, love your writing so much. Secondly, I have a question: do you have a fic idea that you’ve had for the longest time, but have never written for whatever reason? Like any story idea that you really enjoyed, but just never wrote a fic for? May I ask what (and the ship you’ve imagined it with) that idea is? Or have you written stories for all the ideas you’ve had? Yikes sorry if this is super confusing.

Thanks anon! That’s super sweet!

So, I hesitated in answering this because I feel like this would be a long winded answer and I honestly am just too lazy to go into all of this. Lol

But yeah there isn’t just an idea that I have had that hasn’t or will never get done…there are tons. A lot of which are crossovers. Like when people were all, “Ship Bonnie with all the things.” I had a ton of crossover ideas I posted about, including a Once Upon a Time crossover, a HP crossover with a Harry/Bonnie/Draco triangle, and a couple of GoT Crossovers I came up with in the early seasons, one of which was a poly-fic with Dany/Bonnie/Drogo when I could still stomach Dany as a character, which did not last long.

In terms of canon or AU-canon stuff, there’s the more recent Stefonnie ideas I posted, a lot of which are getting shelved. There was a idea I posted like years ago for a Bonnie/Mikael fic where she went back in time and became his concubine and both Klaus and Elijah would’ve developed feelings for her as well. There was a few Bonnie/Marcel fics I was playing around with writing but I didn’t watch TO and I didn’t have a well enough handle on his character and mostly wanted the pairing because of how pretty CMD is.

I had a few Bonbekah fic ideas that I started to post but never continued due to general lack of interest. There was also a fic I really wanted to do with that was sort of a Klaus/Bonnie/Rebekah version of the Rihanna, “Bitch Better Have My Money” video but it was too far on the AU side and had worldbuilding and plotting that I didn’t have the time for and I was like 99% sure no one would read it. Lol

I have also been sitting on quite a few Bamon fic ideas that I have not posted due to my love/hate relationship with both Damon and the Bamon fandom. Even the fic I have up now, people were complaining about the direction I was taking it when it’s like barely two chapters in so I lost my momentum to even bother to continue just because of the annoyance and how entitled people could be when it comes to Damon and his characterization and his man pain. This this same reason I stopped writing one of my ALL TIME favorite stories of mine that I put soooo much work and research time in, The Gods of Viriginia, just because of people’s commentary and them being more concerned with Bonnie needing to choose Damon, “because he’s always the second choice blah blah blah” and not actually paying attention to the story arc, Bonnie’s character journey or her dynamic with both brothers, but that’s the peril of writing a triangle I guess, people miss the point. Lol which is fine I guess, but I just stop being interested in the story when people get entitled over the outcome or feel like they can tell me what and how to write it, like it’s my story so it’s going in the direction I want it to and if I feel like there’s more complaining about pairings or whatever instead of anything constructive or encouraging I just am kind of like fuck it and stop posting it, even if I do continue to write it for my own amusement later on. But anyway that’s way off point (this is why I lowkey hate answering questions because I overthink shit and ramble and get off topic and probably on your nerves because it had nothing to do with the ask)…

But yeah I have been sitting on a few Bamon ideas for a while. One of which had Damon jumping forward when trying to desert the Civil War in time but I ditched that once pretty quickly when I rewatched the 1864 flashbacks years ago because he only deserted because Katherine compelled him to return to her “quickly” and not for any actual reason in terms of the Southern mentality or politics of the time or disagreeing with slavery, which shouldn’t have surprised me on a show which couldn’t even admit that Emily was a damn slave and not a “handmaiden” but again I am off topic. But anyway Bamon is a monster I try not to take one just because of the reasons stated above and honestly because the pairing already has a surplus of fics and a lot of plots that have been done before and I am not a big enough fan of the pairing to contribute more to an already large fic collection.

I am honestly a sucker for the rare pairs. Speaking of which, I had an idea for a Tyler/Bonnie/Mason fic that I am working the kinks out on, so hopefully it does actually get posted one day. I also like the idea of Bonlijah but I have a hard time coming up with fic ideas for them. Like I like them but they don’t inspire my muse at all hardly. There was one I thought about doing with Celeste possessing Bonnie when she channeled the witches to kill Klaus but again I don’t watch TO so I didn’t have a handle on her character and it felt more like a Celeste/Elijah with Bonnie as a go between instead of an actual Bonlijah story. I did also come up with a few ideas for Bonnie/Silas, a lot of which included either Stefonnie or Klonnie but I feel like no one would read those either, the one I actually ended up posting, Amaranthine, didn’t get much traction. That’s kind of what I do sometimes, put out “feeler fics” to see how much interest they garner. But it’s hard to kind of think that way with my older fics because some of them actually had a large fanbase before they were taken down the first time so I can’t really go by review numbers except for with the newer stuff.

This got hella long like I suspected it would so I will just stop rambling here. I will say though, there’s always going to be ideas that I come up with that never happen. That is honestly just apart of being a writer. Most of us have minds that are alway at work and the plot bunnies are never ending. The ones that actually get done are usually the ones that stay with you and don’t leave you alone.

#anons #replies #bonnie bennett #fanfic stuff #meh #i'm tired

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samerystargaryen · 6 years

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HELP ME CURE THIS OVERLOAD || DAM

TAGGING: @acupdaniharper & @samerystargaryen

DATE: Thursday, August 16th.

PLACE: Miami, Dani’s parent’s house

NOTES: Sam tags along with Dani as she attempts to reunite with her parents. They don’t get far as Dani is distracted by her argument with X.

Dani

Things had gone pretty smoothly since they landed in Miami. They had managed to make the flight quite a bit of fun and got their rental car without an issue. Now, she was driving down the familiar streets that led to her parents’ house, and she could feel her heart in her throat. It had been years since she had seen them, and she knew that the return could be less than welcoming. However, she had run from the problem long enough. If it went south, she would just grab her beautiful girlfriend and drive down to the keys that night. Just thinking of Sam had the singer reaching over the middle console for her girlfriend’s hand. “This will probably be awkward for you babe,” she said after a few moments. “I doubt they will welcome us with open arms, but thanks for coming with me.” Dani brought Sam’s hand up to her lips and kissed her knuckles briefly as she turned down the last street. As the house came into view, she saw the lights on which indicated her parents were home. Putting the car in park outside of the house was simple, but getting out took her a few more seconds. “I guess let’s get this over with,” she mumbled before getting out and walking over to meet Sam on her side. Without hesitation she reached for the blonde’s hand and gave it a squeeze as they walked towards the door. “Sure you want to do this?”

Sam

It was obvious to Sam that Dani was nervous about being reunited with her parents, and she couldn't blame her. The whole situation was something Sammy couldn't really imagine. The more she'd gotten to know Dani, the more she'd seen what an amazing, generous, and compassionate person that she was. Why anyone would want to toss her aside was beyond her comprehension. "I'm right here with you. You don't have to worry about me." Sam gave Dani's hand a soft, and hopefully comforting, squeeze. It was just like her girlfriend to be thinking about her when she was the one who was going though the stress of being reunited with her family. "This is all about you, baby, and we can stay or leave whenever you want to." Sam followed Dani up the sidewalk and tried to follow her lead. Since her parents weren't exactly welcoming of their daughter being a lesbian, Sam wanted to let Dani decide her comfort level. She couldn't imagine being introduced as a friend or trying to hide how special Dani was to her, but for Dani, she would give it her best effort. When Dani grabbed her hand, Sammy couldn't help but to smile over at her. She knew she was overthinking things, and instead of trying to guess what it was going to be like, she focused all of her attention on Dani. Making sure her girlfriend knew she wasn't alone was the most important thing. "This is right where I want to be," she said, hoping Dani knew that meant right there by her side through whatever her parents threw their way. "You've got this," she said softly.

Dani

Dani had been having an argument on her phone with none other than X that had her steaming, however she knew she needed to push that aside for the moment. She'd talk to Sam about it afterwards. Taking in a breath, she rang the doorbell to her family's home and waited. It didn't take long for her to hear her mother's voice calling back to who she suspected to be her father and telling him she was going to get it. Seconds after, the door opened to reveal the face of a very surprised Isabella Harper. Her mother's eyes took in her daughter and then looked over to the other woman before speaking. "First you're gone for years, and now you bring this back into our home. I'd rather you not come home at all if this is what you're going to do." With that she attempted to close the door until her father's hand could be seen stopping it. He must have heard what Dani's mother said and moved towards the front of the house quickly from the kitchen. Dani watched as her mother gave him one of her patented disapproving looks before storming off into what the singer suspected was their bedroom.

"Mija," was all she needed to hear from Michael Harper in order to make her stop from turning around and walking right to her car. "Danielle, I'm sorry for your mother, just please stay for a little bit. I'll talk to her. Both of you, come inside. Please." Seeing her father's pleading eyes made Dani sigh before nodding her head. She had always been a daddy's girl, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Slowly they made their way into the house and Dani led her and Sam towards the couch to sit while her father went to go deal with her mom. She knew it might be awhile and would rather not listen to the words that were going to be thrown around, so she turned her attention to her favorite distraction.

"Hey baby," she said with a strained smile. "Before they come back out here, I just wanted to give you my phone. I texted X, and they made it into this whole thing it's not. I'm not trying to fight with you because honestly she isn't worth fighting about, but I wanted you to know so you can text your friend. I don't like them, but they are your friend so my feelings on it doesn't really matter.For the record though, you can say anything you want about my friends, but when you accused them or talked to them about your problems they tried to make it right and not turn it into this whole outing shit." Dani figured she might as well get all the unpleasant stuff out of the way before they started their vacation. She wouldn't want it bringing them down at all.

Sam

When the Harper's front door opened, Sam's initial instinct was to smile. Her politeness that had been ingrained in her since birth mixed with her optimism to have her feeling positive that things would work out right. She had an amazing girlfriend and was convinced that Dani's parents would realize just how wrong they'd been years ago. It took less than a second for Sammy to realize just how wrong she was. Dani's mom was not only not glad to see her daughter, but she seemed angry that she'd shown up at all. Despite knowing that it was possible to go that way, Sam hadn't expected it at all. Knowing that her own emotions were nothing compared to what Dani was going through, Sam clung to her girlfriend's hand to show her that she was still there with her. Nothing that was thrown their way was going to change that. Her parents were the ones making a huge mistake, and it appeared that she wasn't alone in thinking that as Dani's dad caught the door before it closed. Tentatively walking inside of the place Dani grew up, Sam couldn't help but to look around and take it all in. She hoped to find pictures of a tiny Dani hanging on the walls or any other signs of the childhood she'd had there. "Your dad seems nice," Sam whispered to her girlfriend once they were alone.

Turning her attention away from the new room they were alone in and fully to the beautiful woman sitting next to her, Sammy could see that she was trying to put on a brave face. Assuming that it was due to her mother's outburst, she reached over to find Dani's hand again. "She can still come around," she said to try and keep the hope alive for her. They were inside the house after all, so it was a step at least.When Dani handed over her phone and mentioned something about X, it took Sam a bit to catch on that it was something else entirely that had her girlfriend upset. "What?" she asked, voicing her confusion as she tried to keep up with what was being said at the same time she was scanning through the texts to see exactly what she'd missed. Realizing it was a lot to try to figure out and not wanting Dani to have even more on her mind, she shook her head and handed the phone back.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about anything right now." Sam angled her body towards Dani's so that she had her undivided attention. "We'll figure whatever that is out later, okay?" Sam reached her free hand over to join the hand already clutching Dani's. "You've already got a lot going on." Picking their joined hands up and placing a soft kiss on Dani's knuckles, she tried to give her a reassuring smile. Being in Dani's parents home after she'd been forced to leave for being outed was already a lot to have to try and relive without the added triggers on an argument with a friend about the same topic. "Let's focus on you right now."

Dani

Dani could hear her father trying to plead with her mother which wasn't entirely pleasant. Her mother was blaming her father for how she turned out and a lot of other crap that really didn't even make sense. Luckily it all was in Spanish so Sam couldn't hear exactly what was being said. Instead of focusing on it, she kept focusing on her girlfriend. "It's okay," she said with a sigh. "I honestly expected worse than this. I thought they both would kick me out on my ass, so this is going pretty well." It was sad, but very true. Her family was very religious if the crucifixes and pictures of Jesus around the house weren't obvious enough. "I just wanted you to know, Sam. I don't want to fight with you, and I'm not going to. I trust you. The way you two talk makes me uncomfortable, but that's all I'm going to say about it. I just wanted you to know where I stand so you won't get yourself into a situation that would make me not trust you."

Sam

The Spanish conversation coming from the kitchen sounded like an intense one, but Sam wasn't entirely sure if that was because it was another language. "You mean that's going good?" she asked as she glanced towards the sound of Dani's parent's voices. She couldn't see them from where they sat in the living room, but the sounds of the conversation painted enough of a picture for her. Plus, they hadn't been asked to leave yet again, so that had to at least be a little bit positive. "I don't want to fight with you either," she admitted easily as she tried to block out Dani's parent's arguing. Fighting with Dani was the last thing on her mind. What she wanted was to be there for her, and show her that she wasn't alone. While she heard what Dani was saying, she wasn't exactly following along. There were so many questions she wanted to ask to try and figure out what had her girlfriend so on edge if it wasn't the possibility of being asked to leave the home she grew up in. Despite wanting to talk about it, Sammy reminded herself that it wasn't the time for it. Dani and her relationship with her family was the most important thing, so she tried to reassure her the best way that she could. "Hey, you can trust me. We're in this together."

#para: dani #dani #para: 010 #para

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blackthornadoes · 6 years

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March 25

8:23 PM

I’m not sure if anyone’s ever reading this. This is supposed to be a private place where I can just share anything that I want to share. But since you’re here, maybe you’re someone I trust, or you’re a friend of mine who’s concerned about what’s going on. Or maybe you’re bored that you just want to check out what’s up. I used to blog stuff that I can share to other people, but this time it’s going to be most about me. Of course, it’s something that I’m required to do.

Anyway, here’s what’s going on. In 2 weeks, I’m having my first appointment to a new psychiatrist that my friend Ian suggested to me.

As I’ve already shared before, I was diagnosed with GAD last 2015 when I really got physically sick. I had an intermittent fever for 5 consecutive days. The doctors thought it was dengue. They got me checked, but my platelet count was normal. They found my WBC very low that it pertained to a viral infection. But the doctors doubted it because I only had fever as a sign by that time. After that, I shared about the weird dreams that I had. After hearing my story, they discharged me from the ER with no final diagnosis and referred me to the hospital psychiatrist.

Basically, I had really bad dreams even when I was fully awake (as in conscious of reality but couldn’t get the dream outside my head). The dream wouldn’t go away unless someone talks to me and distracts me from it. Mostly, all of those dreams would be something that came out of nothing to something weird into something telling me that everything is my fault (ex: raining poop in planet Earth and it happened because of me; commanding voices to kill my mom because it’s all what I wanted to do in the first place, because I’m a terrible daughter).

From those dreams, the doctor evaluated me and led me to that diagnosis. It’s a totally treatable condition, although they told me I needed to undergo sessions of psychotherapy because my mom refused to have me take long-term anxiolytics.

Well, the therapy didn’t happen. We weren’t fundamentally aware that such conditions exist at the time, and we didn’t have enough money for long-term treatments. We also didn’t really take it seriously as the dreams started to subside day by day and the fever went away with it. I was able to function again as how I used to be, although there would really be times when I didn’t want to go outside and just spend my day indoors with people I trust, with people who I knew accepted me and loved me for who I am.

So much about what happened 3 years ago, I’m starting this journal once again since I’m going to that new psych next week. Well, you see, it’s been pretty hard for me to take these past few months. Given the emotional stress and challenges that our family has been facing (my dad refusing to get a job, my mom working full-time and losing her identity from trying to prove herself to my dad that she can work, and the both of them not talking to each other for months now), I’m starting to lose control over my decision-making. I have been super forgetful that I went from having trouble recalling what I ate in the past day to forgetting to brush my teeth for 2 consecutive days. I started to space out a lot and stare unconsciously into things and people (which scared them a lot). I have lost weight and have been constipated for a month now for some idk reason. I get irritated very easily, and I’d always overthink about what people think of me that I have to come up to each person who I thought was annoyed at me and apologize.

It’s hard to feel like you mess things up all the time. It’s hard to be in a situation where you always feel like you’re stuck and you have nowhere to go, and it sucks that people around you have no idea about what’s going on. And what sucks more is that feeling helpless still makes you feel like it’s your fault. The fact that you annoy people from the constant reassurance that you need to free yourself up from the suffocating feeling of being a dreadful person makes it so hard to bear.

Because of all of this, I’m going to write how I feel today. Well, I was told that diary helps the psych get to have a good grasp about your feelings when you have a hard time verbalizing during consults. I’m not sure if anyone’s ever reading this, but if you are here by accident, please don’t let me know that you were here. I just really want to have a safe space where I can express what I want to say, without making me feel bad about myself.

So, yeah.

I had a really great time today.

I was at church, and I was with people who I genuinely love.

I knew I was around people who care for me and who would lay down their lives for me (that’s how much we love each other). But what I don’t really quite understand is how some of the sisters in the church, especially those who were a lot older than me ignore me just because they aren’t close with me. They’re not supposed to be like that because it’s God’s command --- to encourage one another as long as it is called today. I really want to be the first person to initiate conversations, but man how hard it is for me to do that these past few weeks.

As most people know, I serve in the ushering ministry. I meet a lot of people and I get to hug and greet everyone who walked past the floodgates of the church. But ever since I took a break just to be able to show my love to everyone (since we’re limited to talking to people for a long time because of our own designated posts), it seemed to feel like it’s not my job anymore. Maybe from that point on, it made it hard for me to initiate conversations. Maybe I was used to standing in the door and just say plain “Good mornings” and “Welcome’s” to everyone. Whatever it might be, I don’t like the feeling it gives me.

I also just had bumps with my sister (again). I really don’t like it when she talks back to me when I’m correcting something wrong that she’s done. She’d always make it about me when I’m talking about her, and I feel disrespected.

My mom is not here. She’s at work, and I really don’t know how I’m supposed to feel that she didn’t come to church with us today when she told me she’s going to leave work to go with us. I miss my mom a lot, but looking at her and justifying herself for coming to work “because it’s for us” makes me sad. It’s not that I don’t want to meet my mom anymore, but more of avoiding the feeling of sadness so I don’t want to meet her yet. It’s so weird because I don’t want her to come home, but I’m also worried why she’s not home yet. Something may have happened to her in the way, and that’s really scary to think about.

My dad, on the other hand, made me super afraid earlier when he raised his voice to Dani to “clean her ears” after having to repeat what he’s said a couple of times to her. I really don’t like it when people raise their voices, especially when they could say it in a normal voice tone but exaggerates a lot. It makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode.

Despite of having a “good day” in general, I still feel like I could do something today. I thought of eating, but I’m saving up. So what about playing the uku? Well, I’m pretty tired so maybe I can play tomorrow. There’s a lot of things that I wanna do, but I can’t seem to figure out exactly what it is. I know that I don’t wanna sleep yet, but there’s this feeling in my heart that I have missed doing something that’s gonna make me feel complete once I do it. Maybe I’m just gonna read my Bible again (I wouldn’t have gone far for the day if not for it.)

Well, whatever it may be, I’ll figure it out one at a time. Maybe this is going to be it as of this time. I’m going to update my blog again the same time tomorrow.

I hope that you had a great day.

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