#(x. daniel threads)

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@ask-alicelockwood​ said:  [ text ] I just saw a 3 year old try to break out of a daycare by driving a big wheel at full speed into a metal gate. Today is going to be epic. (Daniel)

( ✉↠ BFF): Oh shit. Sounds like we need to find a baby and do an undercover expose on that daycare. ( ✉↠ BFF): I need details. What happened next? Did anyone try to stop him? Was he screaming anything?  ( ✉↠ BFF): Was it one of those slo-mo action movie scenes? Did he bounce?  ( ✉↠ BFF):  Was that mean?  ( ✉↠ BFF): I need dirt if I’m going to put this on the front page.

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@galaxytracer​ said:  ✉ Tickle wars 95% of the time end in sex.  (you didn’t specify so here, have daniel!) 

( ✉ ↠  Yaonan): Do you know that they say 98% of statistics are made up on the spot?  ( ✉ ↠  Yaonan):  98%...which means there’s a high probability that you’re statistic on tickle wars isn’t accurate.  ( ✉ ↠  Yaonan): Maybe we should find out? I mean...what’s the worst that can happen? 

Daniel glanced down at his phone, giggling like a fiend at the text message that had come in, and not even caring that the co-worker to his right was giving him questionable looks. 

( ✉ ↠  Yaonan): I get off in an hour. I just have to finish up a story I’m working on. We need to test your hypothesis. I’m willing to bet that your virtue can remain in tact, despite a 95% statistic. What do you think?

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@galaxytracer | daniel & yaonan

“My nose is better,” he said, falling into step beside Yaonan with a smile. “You probably even did me a favor. When I was a kid back in the States, I fell out of a tree and broke it; it’s had a bump from that break since then. One good pop from you in a haunted house? Gone. Saved me thousands in surgery bills…” He was clearly teasing, trying to make small talk while also attempting to put the other man at ease over what happened.

But really, he’d chased him down not to make him feel bad about an accidental punch to the nose, but to thank him for the kindness he’d shown afterward. Part of Daniel wondered if it was done as a way to ensure he didn’t have plans to sue, but the other parts of him (the parts that believed in the goodness of people) thought that it showed kindness and good character. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for coming with me to the hospital. You didn’t have to, and I was wondering if…maybe I could say thank you by taking you out to dinner? No dark corners or scary monsters, I promise!”

Quicky, he raised his hands, waving off the invitation if Yaonan wasn’t interested. “You don’t have to, of course. I just thought it might be nice to talk outside of an emergency room…”

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@ask-alicelockwood​ said: “You must solve my bread riddle before I buy a sandwich.” (Daniel)

“Oh god.” He was so hungry. It was the day after a full moon, a day that meant his stomach was usually eating a hole in itself anyway, and here she was talking about bread riddles. All he wanted was a meatball sub and some onion rings, but Alice was hell-bent on torture. “Not a bread riddle. Do you remember the last riddle? It was corny, and it took me forever to figure out.” He shook his head, resigned to his fate of hearing yet another corny joke.

She was really lucky that he loved her like she was his own sister.

“Fine. FINE. But if I get it within five minutes this time, you’re definitely paying and I’m getting extra cheese.” He stuck his hand out to shake, prepared to seal the deal. “Got it? Let’s hear this corny bread joke now…”

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@ask-alicelockwood​ said: ‘ what do these symbols mean ? ‘ (Daniel)

Daniel had seen horror movies like this; wayward people stumbled into abandoned buildings and see strange symbols etched into the walls or hidden away under rotting carpets. Eventually blood would drip from places that blood wasn’t supposed to drip, and they’d end up being chased out by some sort of serial killer or demonic entity.

It didn’t matter that they were both werewolves. Creepy was still creepy.

“I have no idea,” he said, shaking his head as fingers hovered (but didn’t touch) the very symbols in question. “Witchcraft of some sort. I can feel the power in the sigils, but I don’t recognize it. This is probably a job for that witch husband of yours…” Not that Daniel didn’t like him, but…

“But for now? I’d say we get the fuck out of here before we end up being dinner for some elder god summoned from the depths.”

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@vraisemblcnce​ said: “Can I ride your broomstick? I lost mine.” (yumi @ daniel)

It took a second for the words to register, fingers stalling on the keys to his laptop. Daniel was half-way through the second draft of his article, now just nit-picking until it was time to submit it to his editors. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he attempted to fight back a grin, ultimately failing after only a few seconds of effort. Hitting save, Daniel closed the laptop and let it sit idly on the coffee table.

“I can’t tell if that’s a pickup line or if you’re calling me a witch.” Either way? He was amused, more so than he was willing to let on without a bit of back and forth. The coffee cup that sat lonely and abandoned on the table was finally given its rightful attention, even though the coffee inside had long ago gone ice cold. “But you’ve definitely gotten my attention.” Which, he suspected, had been her original intent, given the fact that he’d been staring at his laptop for hours.

Daniel leaned back on the couch, hands folded around the cup. “So which was it? Am I a witch or did you get a new book of Halloween pick up lines?” That had to be it, right? No way she was actually serious. Unless…  His smile widened, fully teasing her now. “But if you’re actually asking to ride a…broomstick, I gotta tell ya. I’m not that type of guy. You have to buy me dinner first.”

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@ofeden | plotted | daniel & grace

War was never something anyone wanted, especially those of his tribe. Daniel was a mediator, a peacekeeper, and the blood that had been spilled weighed heavily on his soul. He knew the truth of what happened to his father – that he’d been killed protecting one of his tribe’s sacred spaces – but to the rest of the world, he’d simply vanished. Others too. Enough that it had garnered the attention of the local authorities – and reporters sniffing around for a story.

He was an entertainment journalist, often conducting interviews with celebrities or writing up articles on local businesses that pertained to the arts, but there were others – those that wanted the hard-hitting stories – that he had to be wary of when speaking. If proof was found that werewolves existed, that a whole world existed right under the humans’ noses, then it would bring ruin to their kind. A war against each other was one thing, but a war against humanity would be unthinkable.

Grace was one of those that made Daniel uneasy. Not because she was a bad person, not even in the slightest, but because she was smart. Smart was dangerous when poking around into the business of werewolves, and he had been tasked with steering her in another direction. It wasn’t going to be as easy as those in his tribe – his pack – seemed to believe.

“Grace!” Bright smile lit his face as he placed a cup of coffee down onto her desk and took a seat in the empty cubicle next to hers. “So, I have to ride out to Sunset Park today for an interview with a gallery owner there. They’re doing a show on young Chinese-American artists, mostly kids and young adults.  I was thinking I might stop by my parents’ restaurant and catch some lunch. You know, just to check in on my mom…” She was having a rough time after his father’s ‘disappearance,’ so Daniel made it a regular thing to check in on her and his sisters.

And that sense of normalcy?  Maybe it would show Grace that things were moving along as they should.

“What do you say? My mom makes the best food in New York…you won’t regret it.”

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@oncebattled | daniel & hayden

Daniel was a mediator, a peacemaker, someone that stood between the packs and offered up suggestions on how to avoid conflict amongst themselves. That also meant that he heard gossip from all sides, especially when it concerned other werewolves that weren’t in a pack. Lone wolves could be dangerous to themselves, other wolves, and the humans around them – especially when those lone wolves were bitten, and not born into werewolf society like he was.

It was this gossip that led him to befriend Hayden, but it wasn’t the reason he stayed close to him. They were both in the entertainment industry, both relatively alone outside the structure of a solid pack, and both in need of friends. Daniel really liked him, and wanted to make sure that Hayden’s life was as easy as it possibly could be.

Which was why he’d dropped by the radio station with two hot cups of coffee and a promise of lunch if the other man could pull away for a bit. “It’s cold,” he scolded softly, handing over the cup of coffee and casting an eye up and down Hayden’s clothing. “Do you have a jacket? If not, you can wear mine.” No way was he letting him freeze; it just wasn’t in Daniel’s nature.

“And, I thought we could go to that new restaurant down the street. They have meat on skewers. Protein, which you need…” He was hyper aware that he sounded like a mother hen, but he was going to make sure Hayden was well taken care of – even if it did come across as nagging. “I hope you’re hungry. You ready to go?”