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Daddy Daughter Dance ~ Doojoon

This is for lexumbeb! I hope that you like it! Thank you for the request! Let me know what you think!

Request: A cute-loving daddy scenario with DOOJOON of beast


It was always the first thing that you heard when your little six year old girl, Emmi, came home from school.

“In the kitchen” You called sweetly back to her. Emmi closed the door and skipped into the kitchen before taking a seat at the table.

“Mommy guess what!” Emmi lifted her backpack up onto the table with a big smile taking over her face.

“What?” You responded, dry in off your hands with a towel.

“There is a Daddy Daughter Dance at my school only for the first graders and I want to ask Daddy to go with me.” She said brightly yet with a little hint of her shyness in her actions.

“Ah so what are you thinking?” You took a seat next to your daughter with a smile plastered on your face as well.

“Ummmmm.” She started tapping her finger on her chin. “I don’t really know. That is why I was going to ask you to help me ask Daddy out.” A giggle escaped your lips.

“Okay but remember he is only yours for that night Emmi.” You said seriously causing her to giggle.

“Mommy I know. You already told me how much you love him. I wouldn’t steal him away from you.” She giggles into her hand while you smile and shake your head at your own silliness.

“Okay then I will help you” You held your hand I out for hers.

She looked down and placed her hand in yours and you both shook on it. Both of you said in thought of what to do. Wondering how you are going to surprise him.

“I think I thought of a way Mommy.” Emmi leaned over the table and placed her hand beside your ear and gently whispered her plan to you.

“You know what. That is perfect!” You agreed happily. “But we better hurry Daddy should be home any minute.”

“You watch the door and I will do everything else!” She said confidently before running into her room with her backpack flowing behind her.

Watching her little backpack disappear behind the white door of your room. You just smiled and shook your head wondering how did she ever get so cute. Pull in out your phone, you carefully looked through your missed messages and caught up on the fan sites of your husband.

The door opened and closed quickly, Doojoon slipped off his shoes and walked inside. Seeing you on the couch, he smiled to himself before sitting next to you and pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispers against your ear, tightening his grip on you.

“Hey handsome.” You smiled still scrolling through your phone.

“What are you doing?” He questions before kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“Just looking at what is happening with you, and seeing fans go crazy for you.” You smiled, turning around and kissing his lips gently before turning off your phone.

“That is just like you.” He smiles kissing you again before you hear someone clear their throat loudly.

“Emmi? Is that you?” Doojoon asks with a smile.

“Daddy, can you stand up by the fireplace please?” She called loudly from her room.

“Sure.” One he was in his position, he looked over at you, while you got comfy to watch the show. “Ready”

Soon she walked out with a beautiful dress on and fake flowers in her hands. Looking at her dad, she stood in front of him holding out the flowers.

“I would like to ask you a question.” She looks up at his tall figure, Doojoon smiles and kneels down on one knee for his little girl.

“Yes cutie?” He broke into his half smile resting one of his arms on his knee.

“Would you like to go to the Daddy Daughter Dance with me and be my date?” She asked nervously, shifting her weight between her feet.

Doojoon looked over at you and you gave him a smile and a nod, queuing him to accept her offer. Turning his attention to his little girl, he took her small hand in his and looked into her eyes.

“I would love to.” Doojoon beamed, Emmi jumped into his arms and held him tightly while she hugged him back tighter.

“Thank you, thank you. Don’t be late, it is this Friday at eight sharp.” She added while in the hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He kissed her cheek softly. Both of them pulled away from the hug and she just beamed.

“I’m going to go to bed now, so Friday can come sooner!” Emmi called while skipping to you, giving you a goodnight hug and kiss before going back to her room and headed right to bed.

“That was too cute.” Doojoon smiled, standing up and looking at her door decorated with her artwork.

“Are you sure you can go, Fridays are really busy for you.” You whispered not wanting Emmi to hear.

“I should be able to make it, but I might be a little late. I will be there, I promised.” He replied sitting next to you and holding you in his arms.

Friday came sooner than expected, Doojoon was out working and you were at home with Emmi getting ready for her first dance. With a beautiful black and gold princess looking dress, she couldn’t help but play with her bracelet while you curled her hair and put it up with a flower clip.

“Mommy, do you think that Daddy will make it?” She asked looking down while you hair sprayed her hair.

“He will, he promised.” You tried to reassure her while in your heart you begged for him to be there.

“Do you think that he will like me like this?” Emmi and you left the bathroom as she went into your bedroom.

“Spin around for me slowly.” You said moving your finger in a circle. Emmi carefully spun around while your eyes took in her appearance, black shoes, white stockings, a black and gold princess dress with a big bow in the back, her hair was in curls that bounced a little and a white flower on the top of her head.

“How do I look?” She asked turning to you while she played with her freshly painted nails.

“Pretty as a princess. Daddy will love it.” You say with a smile. “Just let me change and then we can go.”

Moving into the closet, you got on a classy casual outfit before heading out the door with your little girl. Driving to her school, you parked your car while the balloons carefully blew in the wind with little lights leading you into the gym for the dance.

The stage had the DJ playing some slow songs while the other girls were dancing with their dad’s and the boys were dancing with their mom’s.

A up beat song was playing as everyone danced together, Emmi slid her hand through yours and pulled on your arm a little. Kneeling down next to her she put her hand over your ear again.

“Is Daddy coming? I don’t see him here.” She commented with a light sadness in her voice.

“He will come, we just came a little early.” You lied knowing that he was late, but you had to make her feel better.

A few more songs passed while you talked to her to keep her mind off of Doojoon being late. No matter how much you talked, you could tell that she was getting disappointed as the time passed. A slow song started to play, the kids asked their parent to dance with them. The lights dropped down low with only the disco ball letting off soft light through the gym.

“Daddy isn’t coming.” She turned to you, but in that moment you saw Doojoon part the crowd.

“He is, he is right here.” You turned her away from her shoulder. Her eyes looked and saw him dressed in a beautiful black suit and black tie, once he saw his little girl, he smiled and waved at her.

“Daddy!” She cried running into his arms, he bent down, wrapping her in his arms for a quick hug before pulling away. “May I have this dance?”

“It would be my pleasure!” She smiled taking his extended hand, he picked her up in his arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“I thought that you weren’t coming.” She confessed.

“I had to change, but I promised that I would be here.” He whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek.

“Thank you for coming.” She whispered back.

“Anything for you baby girl.” He rocked with her slowly to the beat of the song, her head rested on his shoulder while a smile curled onto her lips. Your eyes met his while he smiled at you and mouthed a ‘thank you’. Making a heart with your hands you blew it over to him while he enjoyed the dance with his daughter.

Letting the music bring them together in a perfect Daddy- Daughter moment to last a lifetime.

Time for a story - Just in time

sinceriouslybea said: Hi lovely! Hope you’re well. ❤️ I don’t know if your taking prompts at the moment but I’d love to send you one anyway. Felicity has a seriously bad allergic reaction, while alone with the kids. Oliver arrives at some point and has to treat his wife and comfort his traumatized kids. Sorry but I was feeling slightly evil today haha

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“Mommy, where’s my coloring book?”

“Mama. Mama. Mama.”

“Mommy, I can’t find it!”

“Mama. Mama. Mama.”

“Mommy! Where is it?”

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*This is a combined response to the three messages asking me to comment on the perceived “subdued” tone or mood on the Talking Dead. 

Initially I have to say I was rather confused about why anyone would conclude that the tone was “subdued” or that the atmosphere wasn’t perhaps as “uppity” as usual HOWEVER having rewatched the episode I would be inclined to agree with you BUT not for the reason you guys actually implied. 

The issue wasn’t the dynamic between Melissa and Norman or any sort of character “tension” people were commenting on AND the tone wasnt melancholy or “odd” in a way that signified strain or as ANON#3 implied the “the loss” of the McReedus spark. 

The tone felt a tad bit different in comparison to previous episodes because this time around the guests were SERIOUS actors, the focus was on intellectual acting discussions and both the questions and Chris Hardwick lowered the comedic tone significantly. 

Usually the line-up includes an extra guest, who is either an enthusiastic fan of the show or a comedic actor by trade. That coupled with fan questions on stage, “symbolic gifts” normally given out and Chris Hardwicks own humours nature, makes for a usually light-hearted and mostly “fun” episode. 

Lennie James is a serious British actor and very serious about his craft, as are Norman and Melissa, AND the issues they were discussing were indeed rather “heavy” and most likely contributed to the low-key ambiance. There was not a whole lot of “comedic relief” to boot and the personalities present were more interested in talking about the storyline and the more intense scenes from the episode. 

I didn’t see Melissa as distracted, awkward or too serious - I saw Melissa radiant, little nervous and more than joyful for Carol and how she’d come.

I didn’t see Norman tired, uncomfortable or aloof - I saw Norman serious, attentive and able to allow others to get the attention for their work. I saw a lot of respect and awe in him, which makes perfect sense to me because I do think that he is very serious and passionate about his acting and admires others who are as well. 

In fact the Norman Reedus we saw on Talking Dead reminded me very much of Norman Reedus at the EMMY Round Table 2014  where he was surrounded by focused actors discussing the characters they are playing and not the characters persona they use to pander to their audience. 

Both Melissa and Norman were attentive, serious, enthusiastic but also playful and coy when it was appropriate to be. 

When Chris Hardwick asked the CARYL shipping question, I saw both Melissa and Norman first act a tad bashful about it, then they both teasingly tried to pass the question to the other and ultimately ended it with a flirty-teasing, and playful caressing gesture where Norman seemed to gently touch the side of Melissa’s face and/or ear… 

Chris Hardwicks comment was: 

“Did you get that on camera? They were, they were gently touching each other’s faces…I hope you didn’t go full screen on…” 

The way I personally saw it as playful way of answering the question by not answering it at the same time. I was glad they did it that way simply because there was so much trolling done in the past that ignited shipping conflicts all over the place and seeing how it’s not like they can actually answer the question truthfully, it’s probably better to be left as is. 

Norman and Melissa are not allowed to answer questions that deal with romantic interests or death in any sort of concrete way so the question is in essence wasted on them since the only ones that know the full TRUTH would be the writers themselves. 

Unfortunately they are not talking. 

Maybe Talking Dead wasn’t as "FUN” as you expected it to be but just because there was no comic entertainment or “hook-up” talk, doesn’t mean that there is a rift on set or tension behind the scenes. 

It also doesn’t mean that Norman is not “into being” Daryl like he was before or that Melissa is feeling “awkward” because of him or that Lennie James is not going to “fit in” because he is “too serious” for TWD Family. 

Talking Dead is not a comedy show! And no just because it wasn’t FUN doesn’t mean CARYL will or will not happen! 

CARYL On My Lovelies - The Best Is Yet To Come! 

Love XOXO 


Time for a story - Broken hearts

Originally posted by olliequeengifs

Oliver shot another glance outside, hoping to see Felicity’s car in their driveway or at least in the street. His hope was disappointed, though. It seemed like Felicity’s last meeting had indeed taken longer. When they had talked on the phone during her short lunch break today, she had told him that it might take longer. Until now he had hoped that maybe she had been wrong, and the meeting wouldn’t take that long.

Great, Oliver thought bitterly and felt his stomach twisting painfully at the thought that apparently he had to be the one to put Emmy to bed tonight. It only made him feel even more horrible.

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Norman, I feel like if you don’t say Carol people will stone you.

Reedus: I was going to say Carol, be cool, be cool. My character changed a lot when they put us together. And it’s because of her, she’s such a good actress, and she gets me, you know, I feel free to be vulnerable in front of her because she gets me, like she’s my buddy, and you can read everything on her face, she’s just a window.




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