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Dani is the cutest

Tell my muse one thing that you like about them!

Anon or not! Make them happy and embarrassed!

jack-katz‌:

The girl’s voice nearly made him jump out of his skin because he wasn’t facing her when she spoke, but he tried to play it cool and greet her with a warm smile as he turned. Totally cool. “Yeah, I heard there’s even a bakery nearby that’s good, too,” he quipped, realizing mid-sentence he had a bit of phlegm in his throat and quickly tried to clear it. He took a long step toward the door to the restaurant and pulled it open, swinging an arm in the direction of the host stand to try to motion for Dani to go before him. Immediately, he half-regretted the move. She was a young woman who owned her own business, maybe she frowned upon attempts at “chivalry”, if that was even what he’d been attempting, and he should’ve just strolled in before her. Or maybe that would’ve looked incredibly crass and rude. Or maybe he just looked like too much of a jokester. He was a comedian, though. But should he act like one off-stage?

“Uh, I didn’t make a reservation,” he admitted, mostly just to distract himself. “I think they have a bar, though, if nothing’s free at any tables and you’re cool with eating there. Or we can wait for a table. It doesn’t matter. To me.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you darlin’“ She laughed softly and gave an apologetic smile as she came to a stop just in front of him. “Really? Maybe we should check it out, I have a little bit of a sweet tooth” She joked softly as she watched him turn to the door while clearing his throat a little, raising a brow at him.

“Thank you” She smiled up at him as he motioned for her to walk in before him, brushing a hand over his arm as she passed and walked up to the hostess stand. “I’m fine with whatever, I’m not too picky.” She shook her head. “We can sit at the bar if the wait is too long, it doesn’t matter to me either” She looked over as a host walked up to the stand and greeted them.

drrutherford

Early Morning Confrontations || ft. Damon, Dani & Lara

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damon-rutherford‌:

drrutherford·:

Did he want the girl to stay and third-wheel on a familial conversation? No.

Did he feel guilty seeing her bee-lining towards the door, knowing full well she might’ve stayed a little longer had he not barged in? Absolutely.

And the guilt was enough to voice itself as he leaned a palm gently against the door, hoping to give her pause. “Stay for breakfast, you won’t be interrupting, I promise.” It was a lie, but a white-lie, he told himself as he looked at her. “Miss?…” Gideon trailed off, hoping she’d offer her name, and resisting the temptation to look over at Damon expectantly. If his brother’s track-record was anything to go by, it was likely enough he’d forgotten it already.

“Do you got any food in this place?” He asked half a beat later when the girl was on the phone, dropping his hand from the door and stalking back towards the kitchen. “I’ve already texted Lara to come over,” He muttered to his brother on his way to the fridge, keeping his voice low enough so as not to be overheard but the girl. He hoped Lara would run just late enough for Damon’s one-night stand to make a graceful exit, least they add a fourth member to their already awkward, mismatched morning. “I can tell her to wait in the car if your girl’s not gone by then. She’ll rip our heads off maybe, but it’ll save us all any more embarrassment.” Gideon added quietly. His tone was gentler now; grudgingly appeased by Damon’s unspoken admission that he had a right to worry - and also by the knowledge that the St. Clair woman wasn’t a serious pursuit for his brother - although that remained to be seen.

The fact that after drinking unorthodox amounts of alcohol he still wasn’t feeling hungover was simply unfair.

“Dani,” Damon exclaimed, perhaps making it a bit too obvious that even he was surprised he remembered the name. “…and Dani, meet Gideon, my brother, who isn’t quite familiar with the concept of privacy,” he added, with a fake smile and dead eyes. Dani’s Delights. The name of her bakery stuck in his mind, the real reason why he remembered the girl’s name, he realized.

“Cancel the cab,” Damon handed Dani a mug full of hot, dark liquid and pressed a speed dial on his phone, “have a coffee, and then my driver will take you home.” Always a gentleman, right? Well, being generous wasn’t the entire reason why Damon offered his driver. He didn’t want to subject the poor girl to his sister’s too-subtle-and-vicious-for-a-stranger-to-pick-up-on brand of sarcasm.

“I can whip up some scrambled eggs, mushrooms and beans, if you like?” Damon suggested, peering into his refrigerator. God, it had been ages since he prepared breakfast himself, or used his kitchen for anything else except occasional coffee and tea. Even though his head wasn’t throbbing, and heart wasn’t pounding, Damon felt a sudden need for fresh air. He opened the window to let in some crisp February air and blinding sunshine.

Dani had opened her mouth to introduce herself when she heard Damon say her name quickly. The exclamation made her jump a little, sounding more like he was realizing it rather than introducing them. “Pleased to meet you” She said softly, offering a small polite smile at the man she now knew was named Gideon.

She had no time to argue Damon telling her to cancel the cab before a cup of coffee was placed in her hands, the scent of it already helping to sooth the headache she had lingering. “Okay...thank you” She took a sip of the coffee, embracing the burning on her tongue as she swallowed it and looked around the kitchen. It was impressive for someone who didn’t seem to use it much; she could tell by looking at the surfaces which were all in pristine condition, no scratch marks or chips from using appliances or knives.

“I’m okay with just coffee, you don’t have to go to any trouble.” She shook her head, looking down at the mug for a moment, feeling terribly out of place and suddenly very grateful for the chill of the wind when he opened the window.

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andrew-eberhart‌:

FLASHBACK

“Drop it,” Andrew advised, his own gun steady in his hands. The man across from him, a member of the russian terrorist organization he’d been sent to observe, shifted slightly, widening his stance, his knuckles white with the pressure he was exerting on the grip of his AK 74. The russian’s eyes darted back and forth, quickly, and the beads of sweat that glistened under the LED lights above them gathered upon his large forehead. Andrew adjusted his stance as well, his left foot moving slight forward and his right foot slightly back, and centered his Sig’s sights on the man’s head. The apricot, which would kill the man before he could move, rested in a portion of the man’s forehead. In a perfect world, this would be his target. The brain would literally shut down- there wasn’t even time for the man to scream, or pull his trigger, he’d just collapse like a marionette whose strings were cut. He counted down in his head until he’d pull the trigger if the man refused to comply with his orders. Three, he breathed, slowly bringing in a long breath for the shot.

Two. His finger took all the slack out of the trigger, squeezing it just a millimeter from the point where the firing pin would strike the cartridge. One. He slowly let his breath out, his left eye closing as he aimed- BBBBBVVVVVVVVRRRRRRTTTTTTTT.

Andrew’s head jerked up from the pillow, his eyes still closed, and he moaned audibly in irritation. BBBBBBVVVVVVVVRRRRRRTTTTTT came the buzz again, slightly muffled from across the room. He staggered to his feet, dressed in no more than his underwear, staggering towards the shelf where he left his phone every night. BBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVRRRRRRRTTTTTT came the annoying buzz again, from somewhere behind him. He groggily turned around, wrenching one of his eyes open in the low light to try to figure out where his phone had been left. His suit lay in a heap on the floor by the bed where he’d left it, and he stumbled over to it. BBBBBBBVVVVVVVVRRRRRRTTTTT. It grew louder as he approached. By the time he’d finally dug it out of his slacks pocket, the call had been forwarded to voicemail. His heart dropped when he saw who it was from. Why was she calling this time of night? He rubbed his eyes, trying to will himself to wake up enough. The screen seemed blurry as he tried to get them to focus, heavy as they were from sleep. After 45 seconds, it became available for listening. He instantly put the phone to his ear, standing nearly naked in the middle of his room in the dark. The hardwood floor beneath his feet was cold to the touch- he must have forgotten to turn the heater on when he’d arrived home two hours earlier. He could tell almost instantly that she’d been drinking, not just by her slurred words but how she was breathing. He listened to it, his hand frozen mid-rub on his left eye.

Fifteen minutes later…

Andrew stood at the front door of Dani’s place, dressed in a T-shirt, pajama bottoms, and slippers. He was unshaven, his hair was messy, and he held a half-eaten carton of ice cream in his hand that he’d pulled from his freezer before he’d driven over. He knocked again, his arms tight to his body for warmth as he stood in the cold air, praying she hadn’t passed out somewhere and that he’d have to sleep on her doorstep.

Dani was more than content with just staying on the floor of her living room for the rest of the night...morning..whatever time it was. She couldn’t bring herself to make the effort to get up and go to her room to change into pajamas and crawl into bed. So for now the red dress would have to suffice as a nightgown, and her living room floor would serve as a bed.

She’d just begun to let herself doze off when she heard Chip stirring suddenly before he was on his feet and barking in the direction of her front door. Shushing him and waving a hand, she figured he heard the wind or something rattle the shutters, it had been a rather breezy evening after all. But as soon as she heard a knock she sat up a little straighter, or as straight up as she could sit in this condition. Chip had already made his way to sit at the front door, looking back at her expectantly as she struggled to get up off the floor, thankful she’d taken her shoes off at least.

With the second knock she was already nearly to the door, leaning against it for a minute before fumbling with the lock and opening up. It took her a long second to process that yes, she was in fact looking at Andrew standing on her doorstep. “What are y--” She cut off as she pieced together what reasoning he’d have being here at this hour. “Oh fuck.....you listened to the message” She felt her cheeks burning a deep red as she backed into her house again, leaning against the door for support.

msjessicaday

#a glimpse into danis mind.#q’d

eclectic-dose

objectively speaking, which sexual encounter did Dani enjoy more? The one with Damon, or one with Jack?

Objectively speaking Damon because he’s more experienced

But she did enjoy it with Jack...she wouldn’t have done it again if she hadn’t

#Anonymous

How is Dani going to explain things to Andrew?

She’s still trying to figure it out...there’s the part of her that’s saying ‘oh you don’t owe him any explanation’ and then there’s another part that’s like ‘well he doesn’t care and doesn’t want me anyway so why does it matter if he knows’

It’s not something she’ll just bring up out of nowhere though. At least not at first until she can get a feel of how things are going since the chances are he’s just going to disappear again anyways.

#Anonymous

Why doesn't Dani think much of herself?

She never really has. Mostly due to how she was treated in the foster care system and she was bullied a lot as a child and throughout school. After a while she just started to believe what was said because everyone would say terrible things and she never had many friends so it was ingrained in her. The only thing she truly holds pride in is her skills as a baker. But other than that she’s nothing special in her mind.

#Anonymous

How does Dani feel about herself after sleeping with Damon and Jack? Does she regret it?

Dani never really has thought much of herself, so she still isn’t thinking well of herself after that.

She doesn’t necessarily regret it so much as wish she had thought it out better. She barely knows Damon, at least she knows Jack a little bit more. She’s more upset with her impulsiveness on the situation. But she’s very lonely in all senses of the word, so being with them made her feel wanted, even if it was only in the physical sense and only for a brief moment.

#Anonymous

#love meeeeeeeee

cassandra-acton‌:

There was a very real possibility that she had never been more hungover in her life.

After things deteriorated at Rendezvous, Cassie had decided to make a very real attempt at drinking her own bodyweight in gin just to let her mind rest. Blood orange and violet. All she wanted was to mask the anger, and the hurt, and the embarrassment before she did something stupider than trying to start an argument with the God damn owner of the place. Perhaps it hadn’t been in the company she was expecting, but given how the girls had reacted in the wake of her altercation with Rachael, she was fucking glad.

Waking up at Lenny’s—sick to the stomach, and petrified to look at her phone—was an experience that had her wanting to bury her head in the pillow and never fucking leave. If it hadn’t been for Adam coming to pick her up, perhaps she would’ve tried. The fact that he seemed so positive despite the revelations about their personal life wasn’t nearly as encouraging as it should’ve been; especially when they had to head to her place to avoid a barrage of press that was apparently waiting outside of his. Brilliant.

It was him that’d convinced her to accept Dani’s invitation to meet up. Cassie didn’t want to see her; no matter how irrational the annoyance might’ve been. Not after last night, and certainly not when it felt like her head was about to split open from the stress of fucking existing in this ridiculous state. Cassie just wanted to curl up on the sofa with him for as long as his schedule would allow (you know, when she wasn’t vomiting) but as always, he pushed her to be a better fucking person than she actually was. Shakily she found a seat in the café and cursed him all the while. The smell of food was making her nauseous. The idea of having to actually speak to another human even more so.

“Just tea,” she greeted when the woman finally showed up, gesturing toward the hardly touched mug on the table. Cassie hadn’t ordered food yet, but it had less to do with politeness and more to do with the fact she wasn’t sure she could stomach it. “I didn’t know how long you’d be, so I didn’t order you anything.” It didn’t take long for her to realise that this was a mistake. That she should’ve stayed at home and fucking slept. Forcing the most convincing smile she could manage, she looked up at Dani as she took her seat. “Feeling okay?”

It was selfish, but Dani was glad that Cassie seemed to be in the same state as she was. It made her feel a little bit better that she wasn’t the only one who had overdone it a little the night before.

“I didn’t mean to take so long.” She frowned a little before ordering herself a cup of black coffee, needing the caffeine more than anything at this point. “I’m glad you came. Though I’m sure I’m one of the last people who you’d want to see.” She murmured softly as she wrapped her hands around the mug when it was placed in front of her. “I’m feeling...better than I deserve I guess” She shrugged one shoulder before taking a small sip of the coffee, flinching at the bitterness before taking another sip.

“I don’t remember all of what was said...or done...but I know I probably said things that might not have been nice, since I did things I know I shouldn’t have.” She shook her head and glanced up at Cassie. “I just wanted to apologize for being awful.” She said softly.

jack-katz‌:

@dani-mason

The morning was early and tiring and his body physically ached from the stress and activity, but it was all worth it. Everyday of waking up early, attending lesson after lesson, it had all been worth it. The hours spent on the phone with his brother to try to understand the inner workings of a writer’s mind were more than worth it just to have the chance to talk to his brother so much - and to add depth to a character that had already been played by others before him. He’d had to force himself not to think of those people, to make the character all his own and someone he could absorb into his own skin onstage every night. To say it was all-consuming was a step too far, but to claim it’d consumed a lot, even most, of his time was accurate. The chance to be just Jack, not Jack Katz trying to prove he could be Jamie Wellerstein, seemed odd after the day he’d had, but he welcomed it.

The day had ended earlier than anticipated and his stomach welcomed that more than anything. The restaurant he’d chosen was the best one he could think of that wasn’t too far from Dani’s bakery, but he had no idea where she actually lived and was worried now that it might be a bit of a trek for her. It wasn’t necessarily a super nice place, but nice enough that he didn’t feel like a cheapskate on a first date. Was this even a first date? Should he ask for clarification on that? Why would he even need to ask for clarification on it? Was it weird to ask?

In an unexpected turn of events in Jack’s mind, he was actually a few minutes early and just meandered back and forth slowly in front of the restaurant entrance while he waited.

It had been a long day, a long week really for Dani. The days leading up to her birthday and the next few after were always hard for her. They flooded her mind with the last happy memories she had of her parents before they were killed, memories that seemed to be fading every year more and more. She had long forgotten what their voices sounded like, and even with the few old pictures she had, she was forgetting their faces too. So in attempts to keep herself from thinking too hard about that, she threw herself into work like usual, not really drawing too much attention to her birthday aside from the cupcake her employees had made for her. But with it being a slow week at work she was finding it increasingly difficult to keep herself occupied.

She was pleasantly surprised to hear from Jack though, especially when he asked her to grab dinner with him. Of course she had starting analyzing why he’d be asking her, they’d gone about most things ass backwards, but she did enjoy spending time with him. And it would definitely help to keep her distracted and her spirits up to be around him. When he told her the name of the place she knew exactly where it was, just down the street a few blocks from the bakery, and told him she’d see him there.

After dealing with the teasing comments from the girls in the shop about her date ,which she denied, she made her way towards the restaurant, surprised to see Jack already there, pacing around outside. “Hey you.” She called to get his attention, giving a small wave and smile as she approached. “Good choice, I’ve heard this place is good”

Text to: Dani 🍰

Jack: Awesome. I'll let you know on Saturday what time. Might be done with work stuff early.

Jack: Great. It'll be a surprise. For the both of us. I suck at planning things.

Dani: Sounds good to me! You know where to find me

Dani: Surprises can be fun

Text to: Dani 🍰

Jack: Saturday? Later? Ish? Not too late if you've gotta be up early though.

Jack: What kind of food do you like?

Dani: I'm good for whatever time! I make my own schedule, perks of owning the place

Dani: I like everything...pizza, pasta, burgers, indian. I just like food

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