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Oc-tober Day 27: Fantasy

A bunch of my isekai ocs with original stories. Oofy. I will make the quickest of beginnings for em. These don’t tell the whole story, just how it starts and maybe some future details. I got carried away with some lol. Also, please don’t mind the absurd names XD I couldnt think of any, and isekais tend to have weird names anyways lol. Looking at you Miss Sidekick.

1. Second Best: Probably the one I have planned out the most and have even written like the entire plot for in a Quickie Summary ill post another time. This started as an isekai, but uh, i found no need for her to be reincarnated after I developed the story more. Still, the original inspiration for this was isekai lol.

Born in a lower noble family with high ambitions, when she was born plain, they planned to push her to be educated, but an accident defaced her at the age of three and that was it for them. They saw her as a lost cause and found it easier to give up on her. They were having another child anyways. So she was kept in the old, secluded wing of the estate, raised by maids and a single ill-kept tutor while her sister, born blessed and pretty, was spoiled. It happens. The protagonist is restless and takes to running away from the estate, going into the neighboring woods to explore. One day she finds a crying boy, hiding from his servants. She helps him and after hearing him out, they create a childish plan. To murder his step mother.

2. The Villlainess's Lackey:

A girl, let's call her Bronze, is reincarnated into an otome game she played nonstop. She was a hardcore fangirl of a particular character. Not the love interests, or the protagonist named Gold, but the hidden villainess that showed up once the characters graduate. Silver, the protagonists's own best friend turned jealous. Our girl is reincarnated as the lackey of the fake villainess, just a cliche bully trying to kick the protagonist out of high society. Bronze isn't too pleased about being stuck with her. She instead gets to working in the shadows, cornering Silver and spilling the beans on the game's entire story. On how Silver would lose. But not to worry! Bronze will meddle and lie and cheat and perhaps even murder for Silver! Silver is confused and refuses, but comes to accept the help with time. So far everything Bronze predicted has come true. But one thing she believed is wrong. Silver didn't rebel because she was jealous Gold got a guy she liked. She was jealous because she loves Gold. Love triangle shennanigans ensue.

3. To Serve (another that started as isekai but isn't anymore lol)

Eclair is a clumsy new maid, forced to take the job when her parents kicked her out. She was hired to a manor the owners never visit only to use her as a scapegoat. Her job: to take care of the young master. To her surprise, the boy of nine years is malnourished and neglected, the staff predicting his death soon. Unable to give up on such a young boy, Eclair uncovers the mystery on why he's kept secret. He's half fae, and part of his sickness is due to lack of magic. So she goes on a quest to get the boy an artifact to keep him alive, and on the way... Her clumsy ass dies. Her spirit pops out, much to her surprise, and she watches her body get up. A new aura around herself. It seems a wanted criminal has recently been caught and killed, but his soul latched on to the nearest body. Now they have to share it. (lol, yaddayadda he agrees to help the kid, they get the artifact, he slips and dies as he tries climbing the manor windows and she returns to her body with him as a spirit now, she nurses the child but as soon as he is better the fsther wants to just outright murder him so they flee the household to travel to the Fae country and along the way they get closer. Also Eclair is a lesbian and the criminal is gay and their attraction to a nonbinary stranger is a mess they need to make a peace treaty with. :'D)

4. Just a Bystander:

A gal is reincarnated as the first love interest of the Hero of the story. She's meant to be kind, passive, a stepping stone for the Hero to later abandon for more beautiful and powerful women. A stupid role in a story. Because she denied her reincarnation so much, the dick god made her mute. Still, she won't be a pawn. Before the Hero even arrives to the orphanage they meet at, she teaches herself how to read and write, a skill most adults in the village don't have. Once he arrives, the encounters start the same, but our protagonist doesn't play along. The Hero is a brat with a complex already and she ignores every bit of it, making him simultaneously dislike her and try harder to get her attention. His attempts end in a terrible clash where he is supposed to save her from a beast, bearing a scar from being hit by it, but the roles are reversed and she gets hit in the face. In the frenzy, the Hero pulls a sacred sword and is revealed to be the one legends speak of. The adults make a big deal out of his newfound glorious fate, but among the chatter comes the concern of the protagonist's face. She's already mute, and now she's been mutilated. She doesn't have much chance at marriage. She's personally not too sad about it, but to her dismay, the Hero takes it too seriously. He proposes to her and they get 'engaged' (these are children, this promise is entirely on his word, she never agreed to this). Before he goes to get trained in the capital, she gives him a letter he can't read. He takes it as a lover's note and for all the time he spends learning in the academy, he finally deciphers the looong note. It's detailed accounts of how he misinterpreted everything she did and how she has no interest in him at all. And by the time he goes back to the village she will be gone. He runs away on a stolen horse to confront her but it proves true. She got a job with a passing merchant in copying script without telling anyone and is long gone. So begins her independent life.

5. The B-Plot:

Cedar is reincarnated into a game where she is the Villainess, the one to bully the Heroine for seducing her fiancee the prince. In the story, after she is confronted, she is incarcerated and later killed in a fight with the evil forces. Cedar does not want this. So since an early age, she looks for ways out, and surprisingly comes to find she can use magic. Since this was never mentioned in the game, and magic is so rare, she hides this. With research, she realizes her engagement with the prince will mean she gives up over half her magic capabilities to him. That explains it. She will fix this. Once the time comes for her to be engaged to the Prince, she requests to add amendment to the contract, to the surprise of the adults, but they allow it. Her only addition; if three hidden words are spoken that all clauses from the engagement nullify. She would keep her magic. The adults don't realize the extent of this addition, but she holds it dear. As years go by, she trains with what little she has. She makes plans. She realizes the neighboring country is the same as a shounen novel's own isekai series and she seeks to explore it after her ban. She is ready. But.... She has also come to befriend the prince. He's an earnest kid that looks up to her. It's hard to believe his innocent voice would be the death of her. But her resolve is tight and she knows what will come. After he goes on a mission to retrieve the Transmigated Heroine, his attitude shift is clear. And he pubicly shames her at their graduation party, as foretold. Instead of crying, she asks him to repeat his words. He does. "I hate you." The air crackles as her magic comes back with force, draining him of it. She's back to full power, and it's more than she remembered. Everyone looks on with fear as she laughs. She's free. She's sad but she's free. She bids then farewell as she snaps her fingers. She teleports to her room where everything is packed. Then she teleports to the hidden shack outside school campus. She's drained after those big moves, but she has one last thing to do. A potion she brewed that just needed a little magic. She drinks it. And transforms. She won't be Cedar anymore. He will be Oak. And he's going to find the Hero of the neighboring country and join his party.

6. The Selfish Route

A kid is reincarnated as Felicia, the protagonist of a novel where both princes of the land dote on her and she marries into Queendom. Felicia lives without her parents in a manor. The staff mostly takes care of her, as her parents are diplomats and move from country to country. While she has been shown love, she’s always been a nervous wreck, pushing herself hard to get everything right as to not be seen as uneducated by her circumstances. Instead, she is seen as perfect, as she makes a big splash at the first party she attends. She regained her memory at the same age she died, now ten years old and already having met both princes at said party were they were stunned by her. If she remembers the story correctly, the first prince will visit first, named Nicole, then the second prince, named Arthur. She’s back to being nervous and decides to play things as they were written in the story. Going off track feels dangerous! Nicole is written as intelligent and kind. It should be simple enough... But her first visit... completely fails. She stumbles over herself too much, her posture and manners lack, and her gaze never meets the prince’s. He might have been written as kind, but seeing the nervous Felicia, he’s disappointed. He leaves early, and Felicia’s fear solidifies. She’s not as good as the real protagonist was. She can’t sleep that night, and come morning, her staff notices. They crowd her with love and affection, telling her they know her true worth, and that no matter what, they will always be on her side. This comforts her somewhat, and she decides for today’s visit to think outside the box. The second prince is adventurous and daring. She’s still nervous, but when he arrives, she’s already put on clothes for the outside and has a picnic ready. She tells him they’re spending the day outside. He’s confused, but agrees. Their time is spent playing games, eating snacks, and having fun. It ends with them watching the sun begin to set while under a big tree. Then they get to talking. She asks him what he likes to do, and his response is long and convoluted. But it’s essentially this. His brother is better than him at everything. She shakes her head and gets an attitude. She didn’t ask him about his brother. She asked what ARTHUR likes to do. When he doesn’t respond, she makes fun of him. He’s so worried about not being the same as his brother, but he doesn’t have anything he likes. He’s boring. This gets him to respond, and in defending himself, he realizes he does enjoy certain things more than others. Horses and riding them, weapons, learning about the forest and terrain. So she asks him why he isn’t trying to do more of that, instead of barging in on all of his brother’s lessons. Arthur takes this thought to heart, and as he gets up to leave he laughs. He tells her she’s weird, and she starts getting visibly offended. He defends himself, it’s a good weird. He was scared when he learned his brother visited her first, because he’s terrible at formal meetings, but she made this fun. She takes this compliment to heart as well, and as he leaves, she resolves to live the rest of the story not trying to follow the protagonist. But herself. And part of that change, as the year goes by, is her realizing she’s trans. He’d much rather live as a boy. His household is concerned at first, but they slowly become more supportive. It’s the same child, just named Felix now. His parents come to prepare for his coming-of-age ceremony and he’s nervous but he tells them. To his surprise, they accept him. They’ve learned a lot in their many travels, and have broadened their views. In their eyes, this country should do the same, and it’s a pleasure to have their son be the one to start it. They’ll always support him. Nice family moment. Ever since the prince visit, he hasn’t gone to more parties, having been too nervous. But he’s been the talk of nobles his age due to the second prince starting rumors. After he tried rubbing his good day in Nicole’s face, the first prince called him out for liking such a brutish girl. He said they suited eachother. From this little comment, Arthur spiraled. With Felix’s advice, he focused on his training instead of his studies, made friends and became better. But when asked about the interest he showed in the young Felicia at that tea party, he resorted to talking shit. She’s not a well-mannered little lady, she’s a weird girl. Everyone knew now, and waited eagerly for her to make a fool of herself in her coming-of-age ceremony. When the invitations were sent, to Felix’s surprise, one was rejected. The first prince’s. He saw it as a waste of time since he already judged he didn’t like him. Felix becomes scared again, but not over himself. Over the villainess, Lily, who is supposed to be comforted by the prince after being mocked at by other noble children. The day of his ceremony, Felix resolves himself to escape his staff and go watch. He hopes someone else can help her. But as he waits and hears her crying, he realizes no one will. So he steps in. She’s startled, but he calms her down. He’s clumsy in his approach, but sincere. He asks what’s made her sad, and she can’t help to be honest. She tells him that her family makes powerful enemies, and their children always target her. They pick at all her flaws, but the biggest is that she is abnormally tall. Felix comforts her and reassures her that her height adds to her uniqueness. She’s beautiful, and they’re just jealous she can easily be the center of attention. She doesn’t agree. Being the center of attention has been bad in her book. Felix laughs nervously. On that, he can agree. So he gets up instead, and promises her she won’t have people’s eyes on her for the rest of the night. When she asks why, he tells her to go look at the host reveal. He leaves and she gets up. Just as she reaches the rest of the party, the music stops and Felicia’s name is announced. Everyone waits in anticipation to see if Arthur’s rumors were true. Then the speaker changes the name to Felix instead, and out walks the boy that talked to Lily, his mother holding his arm. They dance and the room stares, some laughter hidden poorly behind hands. When the dance is over, it’s customary to wait for volunteers to start a second dance. Only then can everyone join in. Felix waits. And waits. Seconds keep flying by. No one is coming. He expected this, and resolved his heart for it, but still, he’s panicking. Just as he’s about to call it quits, he hears footsteps and looks up at Lily. She asks if she can have the honor of his second dance. He agrees. As they go through the motions, he asks her, didn’t she hate being the center of attention. She told him she does, but if she’s going to have people staring at her anyways. She smiles as they pause. She might as well have a friend by her side with the same problem. He can’t help his own smile from forming, and for the rest of the night they stick close. So starts their beautiful friendship <w< and mayhaps something more.

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How much money did your last vacation cost? I’m guessing it cost around ₱20-25K, or around $400-500? I don’t think it’d be higher than that because it was a local vacation, but we did go to two cities for that trip and stayed in two hotels so that should bump up the prices. Have you ever taken a physics class? I did. We took physics for our senior year science class in high school, and then I had to take another physics class for college. Do you still have any living grandparents? If so, how old are they? Three of them are still alive. My maternal grandmother just turned 73 last December; and while I don’t know how old my dad’s parents are, I know they started having kids earlier than how old I am now so they would be a bit younger than 73. My late grandfather died at 75. Have you ever driven a truck? Nopes. What are your thoughts on celebrity idolization and 'fangirling/fanboying?' Fangirling/boying is honestly fine with me, it’s a phase almost everyone goes through, myself included. It just feels nice to be that interested in someone or something, and it’s a good escape from life and also a great opportunity to meet people who like the same things. Idolization can be creepy and just a downright bad idea though. I know there’s a lot of toxic fanbases out there like Ariana Grande’s and Justin Bieber’s, whose stans can be big bullies or pick fights with absolutely anybody. Being a casual fan is anyone’s best option.

What is the messiest area in your home? Probably my sister’s. SHE’S organized, but she has a cat who’s a little feisty and will fuck up her room at least once a week. Who was the last person you called? My mom. I missed a call from her this afternoon so I just called her back. What's your favorite computer game genre? I don’t play computer games. Do you have any exes your parents never liked? They don’t know Gabie that way. Do you ever keep things just because they might be useful someday? Yep. This is where my slight tendency for hoarding enters the picture. I don’t have a severe case of it, but I do keep things longer than they should’ve been with me to begin with. For example, I still have the shipping pouch/envelope that came with my very first online order purchase precisely because it was my first purchase from an online shop and it’s one of the more unusual memories for me lmao. I’ll probs throw it out soon now that I remembered it.

Do you take public transportation to work? No. It’s too hot, crowded, and MILLIONS of people all over Metro Manila are in line every single day to catch one of the not-enough jeeps, trains, and buses that we have. Driving isn’t all that better either, but it’s the next best option after private helicopters. Bottomline is, our road, transportation, and infrastructure systems are complete shit. What extracurricular activities did you do when you were growing up? The first thing I ever dabbled in was ballet, then I did swimming, cooking, acting, and table tennis. Has anything unusual happened to you recently? Nah, it’s been pretty boring lately. Do you like chicken korma? I know that it’s Indian so I’ll probably like it, but I don’t think I’ve ever ordered it. Are you frequently in a bad mood? I wouldn’t say frequently. I’m just in a bad mood when there’s a reason to be. Or when I’m depressed, which only comes in day-long bursts. Do you ever fill out surveys while in a bad mood? That will sometimes be my go-to, but other times it wouldn’t be. What was the last type of tea you drank? Sugary iced tea, if that counts. Have you ever been severely mentally ill? I guess you can say that, yep. What was the last website you were on, before this one? Twitter. Where is the most interesting place you could go that's within day-trip distance from your house? Probably Tagaytay as there’s a lot of stuff to do and try there. Do you ever rearrange your furniture? Nope. I’m okay with how my stuff’s arranged. Have you ever been to Toronto? I have not. I know a lot of childhood clasmates who migrated there, though. Have you received financial help from your parents in the past 5 years? Yes. They’re my main source of assistance, as is the case in Filipino families. Are you a fast or a slow eater? RIDICULOUSLY slow. I will take an hour or two to finish up absolutely any meal, tops. What room(s) of your house did you last vacuum? I haven’t vacuumed in a while... How old were you when you had your first relationship? 16. Why did your last relationship end? She was overwhelmed about our future given how young and unprepared for anything we were. What was the last thing you purchased from a small local business? I got Marikina slippers from a pop-up booth at the mall for Gabie’s sister. Do you get dental checkups at least once a year? Not anymore, but I did recently have a couple trips to the dentist. Is there anyone in your family/household whom you frequently argue with? My brother and I do not talk anymore, so I guess you can say we’re in like this permanent state of conflict lol. But other than him, it would be my mom. We clash on nearly every topic, every issue. Do you live in a high cost-of-living area? I wouldn’t say that about Antipolo, no. Have you ever used chewing tobacco? Nope. If you could change one thing about today, what would it be? I wish I hadn’t been crying when Leigh greeted me at Skywalk this morning.

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I Want It, I Got It: Chapter 6

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie staring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Word Count:  2.7k (this chapter)

Warnings: Occasional swearing

Rating: Mature (for right now)

Updates will be every Wednesday and Sunday 

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Thanks to my new lovely beta @thatphatdanussy who has already begun making some great edits to this monstrosity of a fic lol 

Almost as if time didn’t exist, Tuesday came. Phil doesn’t quite remember how the past four days had gone by other than he spent majority of them with Spike on his couch or working on his computer on his assignment.

But somehow, Tuesday came, and suddenly, it was infinitely more real that he was going to be showing Daniel Howell around London. To say he was nervous was a total understatement.

Phil was borderline sick from nerves.

He didn’t sleep at all Monday night, and when he did manage to sleep, he somehow found himself waking up every twenty minutes or so feeling like he was going to be sick. He eventually resorted to getting up and taking a few melatonin pills before collapsing back into bed, at least a little bit more drowsy this time.

His alarm woke him up at half past eight and he slowly began to get up, despite his body’s protests to remain glued to his bed. He quickly showered, brushed his teeth, and put in his contacts before he checked his phone and saw a message from Daniel.

Daniel Howell: good morning my manager is saying that I should get to the BBC as stealthily as possible so im sadly already here ill be waiting just inside the doors.

Phil sighed. He knew that Dan had just told him not to hurry, but now he felt like he had to hurry up so he didn’t keep him waiting. They were supposed to meet at the BBC at around 10 and it was only a little after 9 now.

Phil quickly made himself an instant coffee to go and said his goodbyes to Spike before rushing out of his flat and down to the nearest tube station.

When he arrived at the BBC, it was a quarter to 10 and Phil honestly thought that the timing could be worse. But he was super relieved to not see the fangirls situated around the BBC anymore and having it look like normal. Phil was happy to see it as it’s normal building and not a mob of police tape and teenagers.

He walked inside, scanning his badge as he did so, and made his way towards the only area he could think of that Dan would be in. He turned a corner, and sitting directly in one of the lounge chairs was Daniel Howell, sitting with his legs crossed. He was wearing a pair of tight black ripped jeans, and even though he was donning a very expensive looking jacket, Phil could just barely make out a fuzzy black sweater underneath.

He looked down at himself and frowned as he noticed that maybe his red and white striped shirt and jean jacket wasn’t the best choice. But he shook his head and tried to not be self-conscious around Daniel.

Daniel was a movie star and probably a multimillionaire. He shouldn’t be comparing their outfit choices.

Daniel spotted him nearly immediately and looked up, flashing Phil another one of his dazzling smiles. On the right of Dan, Phil could see a massive guy stood with his arms folded over his chest. And just the other way, there was a short woman who was sitting in a chair next to him.

Dan stands up, and the man and woman follow suit. Phil suddenly feels intimidated, but forces a smile anyway.

“Hey!” Dan says with a smile again. “This is Joshua.” He points to the large man who just barely raises his hand in a calm gesture. “And this is my manager Marianne.” He points to the woman. “Please don’t be intimidated by them. They wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Joshua grumbles and Phil feels his stomach sink. He definitely can see that Joshua is not one to mess around with. “If you say so,” Phil laughs cautiously.

Joshua chuckles to himself and Phil suddenly feels like he wants to collapse onto the floor and cry. But he won’t, obviously. So he chuckles a little bit―albeit awkwardly, and then extends his hand out in some haphazard form of a greeting. Dan raises an eyebrow and then extends his hand and they make contact for a brief second as Dan’s hand slots a little bit too easily into Phil’s.

His hand is warm, and soft. But it’s also gentle and strong at the same time. Phil doesn’t know why he notices this, but he does. And when they let go, he misses the feeling of it in his hand.

He shakes the thought away.

This was Daniel Howell. He can find him attractive but this little...crush...wasn’t going to do. He needed to shake the thought now.

“Are you ready to get going?” Phil asks Dan.

Dan nods quickly. “Yes! Do you fancy we could stop somewhere quickly for food? I’m quite starved.”

Phil was taken completely back by the natural, posh, London accent Dan spoke in.When he’d read about Dan online, he thought for sure Dan’s accent would be much more Americanized but in a way, his accent was more British than Phil’s. It was quite amazing.

“Oh, of course!” Phil said, his own coffee having gone cold in his hand. “We can go anywhere really. There are a few Gregg’s around and also some Starbucks. I also think there’s a Costa around here too.”

“We can just go to Starbucks.” Dan says with a shrug. “I’m not really too picky. I’m not much of a coffee drinker but I’ll take some tea and maybe a cake.”

“Okay!” Phil’s trying so hard to not be awkward about this. “It’s right down the street.”

Dan smiles at him and then they set off.

Phil watches as Dan says something to Marianne and she remains in her place, unmoving as they leave. Joshua is trailing behind them by a good few feet. But that still makes Phil feel a little bit on edge, knowing his every move was being watched.

They were fine walking on the streets as not many people were around on an early Tuesday morning. But once they stepped foot inside of Starbucks, it was over.

Phil kind of―well, not kind of, he did expect this―knowing he was going to be out in the open with Dan all day but he was prepared for the exact level of madness it was going to be.

Daniel had barely walked up to the counter when people started rushing to be around him. Phil could see people trying to take photos of him and try to hide the fact that they were doing so. He saw people immediately typing on phones and worse yet, he could see people staring at him. People were staring him down like he was an enemy.

Well, maybe to some people he was. He’d seen some of the not-so-nice things people wrote about him when people saw that Dan had followed him. He’d repressed those tweets, but he still remembered them. He could only imagine what was going to happen now.

“We can go somewhere else.” Phil says, his voice cutting through the air.

Dan shook his head and flashed a smile that Phil could see was obviously forced. “No, it’s gonna happen no matter where we go today.”

Phil gave a sad nod and watched as Dan tried to place an order while the barista was clearly having a major fangirl attack behind the till. He felt bad, in a way, for both of them. He felt like he shouldn’t but he did.

Dan eventually had his order placed and he paid quickly with what Phil could see was a black credit card and he immediately felt his face flush. But he moved quickly in line, placed his order for a tall chai tea, paid and moved on.

Joshua moved with Dan so Dan wasn’t in any danger by being in here. Phil was pretty sure Joshua would tackle any person who even dared to get near Dan. But that didn’t stop Phil from worrying.

He shouldn’t be worrying. Dan was probably used to this.

“Daniel!”

Dan’s head shot up and Phil watched as he quickly grabbed his order and then flashed a smile at Phil again and he and Joshua retreated quickly out of the door. Phil grabbed his order next and thanked the barista who was clearly still star struck. And then he left as well.

Dan was standing off the side of the shop, trying to mask himself into the building. Joshua was stood on guard around him as Dan slowly opened his Starbucks order and took a bite of whatever sandwich he was getting.

“Sorry about that.” Dan says once he’s swallowed the bite. “It’s going to happen no matter where we go today. It’s not something I can escape, sadly.”

“I’m sorry.” Phil spits out. “I’m sorry that you go through that.”

Dan shrugs. “Comes with the job, right?”

Phil tries to ignore the clear and present sadness that is laced in Dan’s words and he’s suddenly feeling extremely bad about all that he’s said about Dan to PJ and even Gemma and some other coworkers.

The first place that Phil decides to take them is the London Eye. They hail down a cab and they all get into it as the driver takes them to Westminster. Dan sits besides Phil on the bucket seat while Joshua sits across from them his arms folded.

When Dan caught Phil staring at Joshua, he chuckled. “I promise he’s not actually mean.”

“Has he ever had to tackle somebody?” Phil asks, his voice aa whisper.

Dan nods and takes a sip of his hot drink. “Multiple times.”

Phil sputters and Dan laughs again.

The laugh is almost angelic and Phil really wishes he could hear more of it.

They get to the London Eye and Phil takes them over to buy tickets. When he offers to pay for them both, Dan waves him off and shoves his card it the cashier instead.

“I was the one who asked you to take me around London. The least you can do is let me pay for some of the expenses.”

Phil blushes. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure!” Dan announces quickly as he grabs the three tickets and gives one to Phil.

They’re almost about to get in line when they’re being ushered by workers to go into an advanced line. Phil can almost see the pain in Dan’s face at knowing he was being treated differently due to his status but he didn’t deny the offer.

They made it to the front of the line before anyone else and they were given their own pod to ride in on the eye. Once inside, the doors shut, Dan walked over to the glass windows and looked out.

“I never got to experience London.” He says softly. “Even as a kid. I lived so close to here but my family never brought me or my brother here. I’ve been here for films but I’m normally so booked that I don’t even have time to go look around.”

Phil stands beside him and looks at him. He looks gorgeous in these lights. His brown hair is perfectly styled and curled. His cheeks are a perfect shade of rosey red. His eyes are gleaming but dark, like honey.

For the first time since Phil has seen Dan since meeting for the first time on set, he can see how stunning Dan is. Dan is stunning. He’s gorgeous.

And Phil is totally fucked.

“Is that Big Ben?” Dan breaks through the silence to point at the large tower in the distance.

“Yes it is.” Phil says, letting his clouded mind clear. “But it’s under construction right now so you can’t see any of it.”

“That’s a shame.” Dan says. “I’ve always heard about the bells.”  

“It’s been weird,” Phil says, a small smile on his lips, “no longer hearing the bells in London.”

“How long have you lived in London for?” Dan asks, turning his back to the window now and resting his weight against the rail.

“8 years now.”

“8  years?!” Dan exclaims.

Phil nods. “Been working at the BBC for almost all ten as well.”

‘That’s mad.” Dan laughs. “I haven’t lived in the same house in the past 5 years for more than ten months, let alone 8 years. I’ve been having to move so often because fans keep finding my address.”

Phil furrows his brows and lets the smile he was showing all from his lips. “Your fans find your address?”

Dan nods, his expression solemn. “Nothing of mine is private anymore, Phil.” His voice is sad. “I can guarantee that if you go onto Twitter right now, headlines are already making waves that ‘Daniel Howell was spotted in Starbucks with mysterious man’. They never give up.”

“Is it hard?”

“Is what hard?”

“Is it hard being famous like you are?”

Phil doesn’t know why he asks that, but he does.

Dan shrugs. “In a way yeah.” He says. “It’s an interesting lifestyle but...”

The eye starts to slow down and when Phil looks, he can see they’re already beginning their descent back down.

Nothing more is said. It’s quiet and deafening and when the doors open, a mob of people and paparazzi are waiting. Phil isn’t prepared for the complete onslaught of cameras and phones and flashes to be thrown into his face until suddenly their is a hand resting on his arm, tugging him away.

When he looks down, his heart races as he sees Dan grabbing his jacket and trying to get him out of the mob of people. A car is waiting for them and Joshua immediately runs and opens the door just as soon as Dan jumps in and Phil follows.

Joshua climbs in with them and as they look, there are fans running for the car. Some are even running to try to climb on the car. But they’re driving off and away.

When Phil looks over to Dan beside him, ready to thank him for yanking him out of the mob, he notices that Dan’s eyes are glassy. He’s about to speak up when he sees a tear leak down Dan’s cheek and Phil feels the hurt. He feels that pain, even if it’s for a second. Because this lifestyle is...well it appears to be shit.

And suddenly, Phil gets it.

***

Phil sees all of the tweets and headlines before he goes to bed that night.

“DANIEL HOWELL SEEN WITH MYSTERIOUS MAN AFTER FINISHING FILMING MOVIE IN LONDON.”

“DANIEL HOWELL’S NEW BEAU? WE’VE GOT THE EXCLUSIVE PICTURES.”

“WHO IS THE MAN PICTURED WITH DANIEL HOWELL?”

Phil feels quite sick looking at them.

He also feels quite sick knowing that his day was cut short because of them. The driver had taken them back to the BBC following the awful fan encounter and Dan apologized profusely when he exclaimed he wasn’t feeling well and would like to return back to his hotel.

Phil didn’t argue. He saw the tears on Dan’s face when they stepped out of the car from when he silently wept after what had happened. Phil would never ask him about it.

He also saw the tweets from Dan that followed.

@danielhowell: I’ve said this more than once but please do not follow me. I appreciate you all so much but it’s not okay to follow me around. (1)

@danielhowell: also please do not follow my car once I get into it. It’s not only unsafe for you, but it’s unsafe for me as well. Please know that your safety means the world to me and that’s not okay (2).

to@danielhowell:

@softdaniel: was that the amazingphil guy that you were pictured with in London???

to@softdaniel:

@yasmin__road: it has to be! The photos of the guy lined up with the same guy Dan just followed on Insta! I bet it’s a secret relationship.

to@yasmin__road

@danielhowell: phil is just a friend but I would appreciate it if you left him out of tweets like this. Thank you.

Phil read though more of them and eventually shut his phone off.

[huangels]

i won't let you down - mark

request: Can I request a Mark fluff? I just really need some fluff and maybe some humor too because I’ve been having the worst week. Thank you (◕ᴗ ◕✿)

a/n: aww i hope you’re ok!! and i hope this helps you or cheers you up !?? (also i think i’ve seen this idea in a show or something but i thought it’s cute and funny?) (also pt2 sorry if this pic seems a lil rushed, i tried to write it before my class lol) (also pt3 sorry for any typos or mistakes :p)

summary: The most popular boy in school, Mark, takes interest in you and decides to confess after years of admiration. Though, the way he confesses can use a little more work. 

genre: fluff, humor

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k

You fidget around with the metal lock of your school locker while explaining to your best friend about a math assignment for your next class.

"So, you basically just cancel out the x and then add-. Hey! Are you even listening to me?" you say putting your books away into the now opened locker, but see that your best friend is staring at the direction of the entrance of your school. You then notice that everyone else in the hallway is also looking in the same direction. They all seem to be gawking at someone, girls whispering and giggling to each other. Curious, you look as well and see a boy walking down the hall overflowing with confidence, a smirk plastered on his golden face.

"Oh my god, he's gorgeous," you hear a group of girls say, waving at the boy as he strolls past them. He doesn't wave back but shoots them a quick wink before continuing down the hall.  

"Y/N! Look at him! Mark is such a god, I swear he gets more and more attractive each day," your best friend blabbers on, shaking your shoulders rapidly. With a "tsk," you brush off her hands but don't respond, taking out your math book before slamming the locker door closed.

Math is near the entrance of the school, which means that you have to walk pass Mark. Without waiting for your friend, you walk towards him, yet avoiding his gaze. Everyone else in the hallway is frozen, you two being the only things in motion. Right as you walk past Mark, you meet his daring brown eyes for a split second. He expects you to stop as he turns toward your direction, but you quickly break the eye contact and continue walking to class.

As can be clearly seen, Mark is the most popular and attractive student in your high school. Although he is really good looking and all, you can't see why everyone fangirls over him as if he is some idol. You don't care much for time-wasting high school relationships or drama anyway. You'd much rather focus on graduating high school, applying for multiple scholarships to your dream university, attending said dream university, so you can just live a wealthy and plentiful life with ease. Though, with this mindset, your friends call you the 'nerd'. You roll your eyes and shake your head free from the thought.

Having math first thing in the morning is always a pain in the butt. You slouch in your seat, hand under your chin, as you stare off into space. The teacher babbles on about derivatives and integrals, but you tune it out, toying with your pencil. Your mind wanders with its freedom from not paying attention to the lecture. For some odd reason, it wanders to Mark, who isn't even in your current class.

Mark and you have been attending the same schools ever since the first grade, along with many other people of course, since you all live in a small town. You do have to admit Mark has grown up beautifully throughout his years you've known him, with curly hazelnut hair, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and chiseled features. It would not come to a shock if Mark actually does become an idol somehow. He does already have what seems like fans surrounding him anyway.

Over the 12 years of school with Mark, you both have crossed paths more than you would like to admit. Mark is always outgoing in a way where he wants to befriend everyone, at least that was what it was like when he was young. During your first few years of school, you and Mark were close friends, but not to the point of hanging out outside of school though. It was after Mark started gaining more friends and becoming popular that you slowly distanced yourself, not wanting to share the spotlight, or even be in it at all. For years, Mark still talks to you, but now in a teasing and sometimes insulting way. It seems as if he became more arrogant with the on growing fans that he has. It annoys you every time he would stop you in the hallways or in class just to point out that your hair is a mess or your school uniform isn't tucked in all the way. It makes you feel uncomfortable and slightly irritated so you try not to cross paths with him in school.

Soon, lunchtime rolls around as you get pulled back into reality, away from your thoughts. You make your way to the end of the lunch line in the large cafeteria, looking over the heads of students to see how long the line is. There are many people already waiting and you question yourself how they got here so quickly. Then, people start lining up behind you as well. The line moves slowly, but eventually, you reach where the food is being distributed.

You grab a plastic tray and start packing the school food onto your platter. Your school, surprisingly, has many varieties of foods to choose from and they don't taste that bad either. Your glad because your stomach grumbles in anticipation of food.

You reach for an apple but see another hand reach for the same apple. Your palm lands on the red fruit first. Both of the hands touch as you look up to see who it is. Mark stares back down at you, his mouth is slightly opened and a dazed expression spread upon his face. You quietly cough, causing him shake his head before retreating his hand from its position on top of yours.

You pick up the apple and place it on his tray as you glance up at Mark, flashing a small smile.

"T-thanks," Mark stutters before you continue forward in the line. I thought he was the almighty most popular guy in school? You silently chuckle, facing the front of the line.

Shortly, you reach the register at the front of the line. You're about to pull out your wallet from your backpack until a hand, that's holding a credit card, reaches past you. The lunch woman hesitantly takes it and swipes before you can say anything, then hands it back to the owner. You whip your head around to find Mark taking back his card and putting it away in his wallet.

A small "Uhh" is all that comes out of your mouth.

"Don't worry about it," Mark coolly remarks before winking. He quickly pays for himself and leaves the line, heading towards the lunch tables. You regain all your senses before bowing your head to the lunch lady and making your way to your own seat, heart rate racing unknowingly.

"Hey Y/N, what's up?" your friend asks as you sit down with a blank expression. You sigh and stretch your arms over your head once you set your tray onto the crowded table filled with different lunch foods.

"Nothing much, boys are just...weird," you answer, plopping a spoonful of macaroni and cheese in your mouth. Your friends 'oooo's' and smirks at you.

"Someone has a crush," one of them sings teasingly, with a wiggle of an eyebrow. You roll your eyes but unconsciously bite your lips.

"No, you douche baguette," you say stuffing more macaroni in your mouth, not wanting to have to further think about it. "I said they're weird, not 'I want to make out with every single one of them'."

Your friends laugh as a couple of them elbow each other with the 'yeah right' face. You kick them under the table and continue with your lunch, ignoring their stupid comments.

As your friends instantly move on from the topic, now chattering about some music artist, you're left quietly eating your lunch, with different thoughts ramming around in your head that you don't quite understand, or want. For some reason, you're curious as to where Mark sits during lunch since you've never paid much attention to him. You look up and scan the school courtyard. All the students are huddled in their own cliques and friends groups. You spot who you assume are Mark's friends, but he isn't with them. He's probably off somewhere flirting with other girls or buying their lunches too, you scoff.

After everyone finishes lunch, the class bell rings. You stop by your locker to grab your textbooks but pause when you see some roses sticking out of the little slit openings on your locker. You look around the hallway with scrunched eyebrows, but everyone else is either walking to class or minding their own business. This is my locker right? I mean I did forget once and tried to open someone else's locker.

You slowly approach your locker, as if someone will pop out and yell, "It's a prank bro!"

Warily, you collect the few roses and examine them. Nothing that seems like it can kill me, that's good...

You let out a short breath before opening your locker. A folded up note lays on top of your textbooks. Your head tilts to the side as you place the roses down to grab the note. It's a simple note, written on a ripped off piece of loose leave paper from some notebook. You unfold it and start reading.

To the beuatiful, Y/N:

Im writing this note to explain to you how I feel (at least Ill try) I am starting to fall for you and it is driving me crazy becuz I cant seem to tell u how I really feel, It might seem weird but you've just caught my eye ever since the begining. Im starting to develope stronge feelings towards you, and I dont know why

I love you're eyes, you're smile, you're hair, and your laugh! When I here your voice my heart skips a beet.

I need to kno how u feel about me? Could you posibbly feel the same towards me? or can this never be? I just want u too be mine. I want to be able too say that ur mine girl. Well now you know that I am secretly falling in love with you. I just wish I could hear those same words from u. Maybe one day I will but until than I guess all I can do is wait. Please, dont make me wait to long!

Love,

Mark :D

You scrunch your eyebrows at all of the errors. This kid...

The late bell rings as you fold back the note before you have any time to criticize it and head to class.

The last class of the day is reading and you guys don't do much in the class. The teacher gives the class 'free time' to do other homework or start reading the book we're assigned to. You try to focus on reading the book, but all that crosses your mind is the confession letter Mark gave you. He seems so cool, how can he look like such dumbass and make so many errors? What does he learn in school? Nothing apparently...

You take out a red pen and start writing on Mark's note.

The final school bell sounds as you pack up your bag and set out to find Mark, folded note in hand. It doesn't take you long to find him since he's waiting for you right outside your classroom door. You almost run into him. Mark flashes a smile before pulling you aside by your wrist, away from the door as students are exiting to go home. He has the biggest look of anticipation on his face, eyes wide and lips spread from side to side. Without saying a word, you hand him back the folded note. He raises an eyebrow but takes it and starts reading. A long sigh escapes his mouth.

"I gave you the most heartfelt and sincere love letter, but you returned it to me with spelling and punctuation corrections?!" he exclaims, looking down at me with an unimpressed expression.

"How heartfelt and sincere is it really if you didn't even proofread," you mock with your arms crossed over the blazer of your school uniform, a smile teasing your lips.

"Well, I wrote it quickly because I had to run to the convenience store down the street to buy roses and I had to put them all in your locker before lunch ended," he explains, face falling for a split second. He averts his attention to the floor, leg bouncing hastily.

A small grin grows on your face as you say, "What do you do in your classes, dummy? You should be paying attention or something. I couldn't take it seriously with all the errors."

Mark bites down on the sides of his cheeks as they hollow out.

"However, I will let you redeem yourself...with a date," you say with a big smile. Mark quickly looks up at you, his face gleams and he smiles brightly.

"I won't let you down!" Mark replies as he jokingly salutes to you.

x

["Y/N? What are you doing here so early?" Mark asks, opening the front door to his home, still in his baby blue lion pajamas. He rubs his sleepy eyes as the harsh sunrays beam from the opened door. You step in and close it before Mark can further complain about the brightness.

"I'm here to tutor you because you seriously need it."]

[nightwingswing]

“Babygirl” (mom! Black canary x reader)

Hello, my lil wings!

Im back!

So this imagine is for @hamsterforlive because  she’s feeling sick and needed some fluff! We talked and I asked her for a character. She said Black Canary,  So i hope you get better soon and i hope you enjoy it!!! ❤ ❤

Tagging: @plethora-of-things and @hamsterforlive

If you want to be tagged message me anytime!.

(btw, the Black Canary and Harley Quinn scene is CANNON and from the comic Injustice: Gods amongs us Year two)

Hope you enjoy!

Dinah Lance hasn’t had the most easier of lives.

But who was, right?

With her sometimes on-sometimes off relationship with Oliver and her work with The birds of prey as Black Canary, she was content with that.

Until after a rather bad break up with Oliver she started to feel ill, the other birds were worried for her and thus bought a few pregnancy test.

“I’m not pregnant!” She yelled.

“Its just to be sure!” Babs said.

“It just a test! You pee and that’s it!” Selina said.

“argh! Fine! “ She grabs the tests and walks to the bathroom.

“You think she is?” Helena said.

“Maybe” Babs answered

“Totally” Selina smirked.

//*\\

Dinah was waiting for the test results.

“Come onnn, I can’t be with child!” She said when all the pregnancy tests showed

II

“Nonononononono! IT CAN’T BE!” She screamed and the birds came in.

“Canary?? What’s wrong!” Babs said as Helena grabbed the stick.

“Uh….its positive.” Selina said.

“I KNOW!!” Dinah was panicking. “I CAN’T TAKE CARE OF A BABY!”

“Shhh, Dinah… breath, okay? We will help you,ok? You can take it!” Babs calmed her.

“Yeah” Selina said. “It will be a cute baby. I know she will have a lot of suitors” She grinned.

“OH HUSH!”

//*\\

Even though Canary knew she was pregnant, she couldn’t let her job.

So that’s why she was here, pucking her gut out in front of Harley Quinn.

“Ewwww, whats wrong with you?”

“I-Im fine!” Dinah said.

“Wait, wait!!!!!! Its morning sickness?”

“im not discussing this with you! Let’s just get back to be throwing your ass out of here.” Dinah glared before pucking again.

“HA” Harley snorted.

“You think this is funny?!” Canary glared at the clown.

“I think its hilarious!!” Harley laughed, but bit her lip at the glare of the superheroine. “oh come on! How it’s not funny? You are a superhero with morning sickness!! You save the world and the you throw up! And oh, my god-“

“What” Canary sat on the ground.

“Im picturing you in the third trimester, All fat but still wearing the fishnets” Harley signaled at her belly.

“Stop it!” Dinah said.

“I can’t. That image is seared forever in my brain.” Harley shakes her head.

“Can we please get back to beating each other’s up? Its far less painful.” Dinah said.

“Oh, don’t be stupid. I’m not going to fight you now that I know you’re pregnant….” Harley sat next to Canary and sighed. “I remember how hard it is”

“You remember?” Canary eyes soften.

“huh?” Harley said.

“You remember what?......Harley? Are you…? Did you have a child?” Canary turned to the harlequin, whose expression turned painful.

“Let’s go back to hitting each others, that was fun.”

“Harleen” The clown girl’s face turned away as she wiped the tears.

“I….I have a daughter. Her name is Lucy, she lives with my sister…She’s four and she likes tutus and toy cars. She’s especially likes putting tutus on toy cars, she likes the idea of a ballerina car. I think that makes perfect sense…”  Harley smiled sadly hugging herself under the soft eyes of black canary. “Mista J didn’t know about her, I knew that wouldn’t….that he wouldn’t… His work was too important, he couldn’t have a daughter.” Harley eyes closed fiercely, holding the hot aching tears that picked her eyes. “I went away for almost a year. When I came back to my puddin’ he was so funny…. He acted like he didn’t even notice I was gone.” She got up from the ground. “ It wouldn’t have worked, it was better this way…Lucy’s better off. She’ll have a normal life filled with normal day’s and dancing cars.”

That conversation with Harley let Dinah thinking…Did she want her child growing up in this life, always threaten, living on the edge….

But she couldn’t separate from her child….

She loved it too much already.

She put both of her hands on her still flat belly…

“I’m going to protect you, darling.”

///*\\\

Dinah thanked every day that she had the birds to help her.

They covered her up with the league and they also helped with the cravings and all.

She was eating (f/f) when she felt a strong pull on her belly, her hands grabbed the kitchen table hard. A soft moan of pain escaped her lips but after a few seconds, realization hit her in the form of another kick and her hands flew to her tummy.

“Babygirl…” Dinah smiled softly as tears picked her eyes. “My baby”

As tears fell from her eyes, her hands clutched her stomach.

“My baby’s first kick…” She smiled openly.

//*\\

“Omg, Roy that’s horrible.” Babs said

“Excuse you, Lian liked it! Right baby?” Asked Roy with a ugly puffy mustard dress on his hands.

“Ew daddy.” Lian said from Dinah’s arms and Roy had a crestfallen look.

“ If Dick had chosen that dress I would have understand, but you? I thought you were one of the cool kids.” Babs said.

“Hey!” Roy whined.

As they sat down to eat after buying all the needed things, Lian put her little hands on Dinah’s tummy.

“When is baby coming?” She asked.

“Soon” Dinah brushed Lian’s dark bangs. “You will protect her right? You are her big cousin.” Lian smiled, showing her lost tooth

“I promithe!” She grinned.

///*\\\

As Roy escorted Dinah to her apartment with Lian on his arms.

“….” Roy didn’t know what to say, he holds Lian close as Dinah opened her door.

“Thanks Roy, I’m happy you were here.” Dinah smiled.

“I’m happy you trusted me, D” Roy said. “You will be a wonderfull mom, D” Dinah smiled and kissed Roy’s cheek.

“Thank you, and don’t tell Ollie?” She said.

“I won’t” Roy smirked before he and Lian went away.

///*\\\

“Dinah, there are a few weeks until it born, don’t you think you should tell Oliver about it?” Babs asked her.

“No…he’s… Busy right now, and our relationship didn’t end in the best terms last time.” Dinah said.

“Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so well…” Huntress said as Dinah eyes widened and her mouth opened, a wet splash sounded.

“My water broke-“

“WHAT??????!!! OH GOOOOODDD YOU ARE EARLY! OMG OMG! HELENA CALL AN AMBULANCE!” Babs ran to Dinah side to support her. “deep breath, 1,2,1,2” Babs turned to Helena. “ HELENA, THE AMBULANCE!!!!!!!!!!! OH WAIT! THE COSTUMES!!!”

“WHO CARES ABOUT COSTUMES!? IM HAVING MY BABY!” Dinah screamed.

“I’m calling Roy” Babs said. “Helena grab the things! I called backup!” AS Babs said that a car honked outside. Huntress and Oracle helped Dinah down and inside the car, where Dick was driving.

“Hey Dinah! Roy called me! Let’s go!” Dick drove to the hospital like a mad man. When they arrived to the hospital Dick called (more like screamed) for the nurses.

“MY FRIEND BABY IS COOOOOOMIIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!” The nurses ran outside to help Dinah in a wheelchair and inside a room.

“Okay Miss Lance, it’s too late for the epidural, so you have to bare with me.” The doctor said. “Look, I can see it’s head. Okay now you have to push, push with me. 1 2 3 push!”

///*\\\

Roy came in in a hurry to see Babs, Helena and Dick sitting in the waiting room.

“Is she-“

“Inside. Lian?”

“With Ollie.” Roy fell on the seat next to Dick and huffed.

“I just hope she doesn’t use the canary’s scream.” Dick smiled.

“…”

“Shit” Roy said.

///*\\\

When the gang entered Dinah’s room they saw her looking down with the most sweet smile. The bundle of joy in her arms whined as Roy approached her.

“Hey D” He looked down the bundle of joy to see a cute chubby face with a bunch of (h/c) and her little fist grabbed his finger. A soft smile came to his lips.

“What’s her name” Dick smiled at Dinah.

“(y/n), (y/n) Lance. “ Dinah smiled at her little babygirl.

“Well, little (y/N), welcome to the Birds of prey!” Babs smiled at the chubby baby.

///*\\\

When Dinah was feeding her little (y/n) Harley came in with a loud bang.

“HAYY! This is the lil’ bundle of joy?! Shes so cute! What’s her name?”

“(y/n)”

“AWWW, lil’ (n/n)!!! I bought you a present!” Harley showed a dog’s muzzle

“QUINN THAT’S A MUZZLE!” Dinah said outraged.

“When she starts super screaming like you, you will thank me. Buuut I guess if you don’t want itttt…..” Harley smirked at the done face of the canary.

“Gimme that!” Dinah grabbed the muzzle as Harley smirked.

“Well,I gotta go! Cute baby and all that jazz! Bu-bay!!” Harley leaved the hospital room as Babs came in.

“Was that-“

“Please leave it be…”

///*\\\

A year after that, You were playing with Lian where you and her were superheroes and had to beat the supervillain (Roy and Dick) under the amused gaze of Babs and Dinah.

“OHH NOOOOESSS, YOU BEAT MEEEE!!!!” Dick fell dramatically like only he knows, to the ground tackled by his favorite girls, Lian and (y/n).

“You will be next, daddy!”

“Ya, Doy next!!” You smiled and the girl’s coed at the cuteness. Babs had taken pics and was sending them to everyone.

“YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME!!!!” Roy laughed as he was tackled by the young girls. “NOOOOOO!!!!” The two boys laughed as they grabbed the girls and smooched them.

“NAYY, DADDY STOOP!!” Lian laughed as Roy beard tickled her

“Didi ztop!!! “ (y/n) laughed wholeheartedly as Dick smooched her. “mommy!!! Didi won’t ztop!!!”

“Want Uncle Dick ass be kicked by mommy?” Dinah smirked as Dick realized he was in trouble.

“YEZ!” You laughed.

“NOOOOO, BABS PROTECT MEEE!!!” Dick screamed.

“lol” said Babs.

///*\\\

“awwwweeee look at her!!! She’s the cutes thing everrrr!!!!” Harley fangirled as she had dressed (Y/N) in a little black canary. “ like her mommy!!! “

“Seriously Harley? Even the fishnets?” Ivy said to her girlfriend.

“Cute!” you laughed.

“C’mon red, she’s adorable!”

“She is, but we will be late to pick Lucy up from school. Remember we were going to show Lucy and (Y/n) the new botanical garden.”

“Ah, you right red.” Harley smiled warmly as Ivy picked you up.

She finally had the family she always had wanted.

///*\\\

It was time for the league to meet you.

To say you were nervous was nothing compared to Dinah’s nerves.

She carried you inside the meeting room where all the other heroes were and let you down in the ground.

“BABY!!!!” Diana yelled and ran towards you.

“DIANA SHE’S NOT MADE OF CLAY!!!” Batman ran behind her.

“Hey D hey lil bird” Roy said.

“Doy!” You hugged his knee as everyone came to meet you except Oliver, who still was surprised as hell.

Dick carried you off to meet his brothers.

“(y/n) This are my bros! Red Robin!” Tim smiles awkwardly at you. “Red hood!” Jay gets his helmet off and smiles at you.

“Hey, lil canary” You reached for him and he came closer. You messed with his hair and then grabbed his to big for you helmet and put it on your head, making you look ridiculously cute.

“Wait, this deserves a pic!” Jason took various selfies of you two together before you noticed Damian and ran to him, hugging his leg and looking up at him with an enamored look.

“oh , Robin! She likes you!!!” Supergirl says. “That’s so cute!”

“TT” Damian looks down at the cute (h/c) girl hugging his leg and blushes.

Damian end picking her up and carrying her around, with (y/N) smiling openly.

After an hour almost all the league was gone, leaving the confrontation Dinah was afraid off.

“….” Oliver didn’t know what to say to Dinah and the little girl on her arms. “So…a daughter…”

“Yes”

“And…its mine?”

“Also yes.”

“…Can I-Can I hold her?” Dinah hesitated but in the end she passed the sleepy (y/n) to Ollie.

“…” Ollie looked down at your sleepy eyes.

“Mommy…Im sleepy.”

“Hello sleepy” Oliver smiled. “ Im dad”

Dinah facepalmed at the same time Roy did.

“Daddy?” You opened your eyes completely. Looked at your mom that smiled.

“Yes, baby its me.” He hugged you and you hugged him. He laughed and hugged Dinah, kissing her cheek.

“Im still mad, Ollie” Dinah smirked. And Ollie pouted.

///*\\\

In the end, Dinah and Oliver carried you to your provisional room in Queen Manor, they kissed your forehead and you mumbled.

“Mommy, Daddy…can I go play with robin again??” You asked sweetly. Ollies face turned red in anger and Dinah sweetly kissed your hair.

“Of course, baby! Now sleep” Dinah dragged Oliver out.

And when they were in a safe distance…

“LIKE HELL MY BABYGIRL IS GOING TO DATE THAT DEMON CHILD SON OF THE BAT!!!!!” Ollie yelled under the amused look of Dinah.

“Of course not, Ollie…of course”

Bonus!

Damian sneezed as his bros looked at him amused.

“Someone is talking about you” Jay smirked.

“Probably bad, because you are a demon.” Tim smirked

“TT.” Damian leaved the room to pet Batcow.

Bonus! X2

In the end they did date.

The end?

[jimin-infires-life]

Hurt | Drabble

Jimin x Reader | Drabble

Request: The 4 and 30 in that drabble list sounds so good for and an angst scenario with Jimindon’t cha think?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Ily (♡) (Maybe a little fluff if that’s up to u hun)

Word count: 1,256 words

A/N: yoyo so i was sick for a couple of days bc of school SO I PROMISE MORE DRABBLES COMING SOON, also ily all! this is all angst bc why not?

4. How dare I pretend I mean a thing to you.

30. “I had a dream about you. You were happy, smiling. It was something I hadn’t seen in years.”

It all started when Jimin met you, an untamed child who had been off on an adventure in the middle of your front yard. You, a seven year old, were playing with a plastic sword, flinging it around to kill your imaginary enemies, while Jimin stared at you from his porch next door. He was a quiet and timid six year old, scared to talk to you, fearing that you would slash him into pieces with your dull weapon. Out of nowhere, as if you sensed his presence, you turned to look at him and showed him a toothless smile.

“Come out here!” You yelled out to him. “I got an extra sword, wanna play?” Your loud voice reverberated throughout the peaceful neighborhood. Hesitantly, Jimin walked down his porch’s steps and walked across his lawn to yours. Holding out your weapon, you flashed him another smile. That when he had first fallen for you. His heart fluttered as his small hand touched yours, taking the sword from you.

That day, he fought you until the sun went down and he had purposely lost every single battle, leaving you gloating about it everyday until you eventually forgot about the stupid battles. Jimin quickly became your best friend; you forcefully knocked on his door every morning and played with him until the both of you were tired. At that time, Jimin didn’t know that he would fall so deeply in love with you. He would have done anything and everything to keep you happy, but unfortunately, nothing could have saved you from yourself.

At age ten, your mother died. It wasn’t a surprise to your father, but it was to you. Apparently, your mother had a terminal illness that your parents neglected to tell you about, thinking that telling you would make you unhappy, and you had to find out from the doctor how your mother died. At first, you were hurt, and then you were angry. For days, you locked yourself in your room, lying on the cold wooden floor, wishing that the whole thing was a dream. It wasn’t.

You eventually came out of your room, but you weren’t yourself. For a while, you were an empty shell of what you used to be; you were quiet, calm, and had an aura of sadness surrounding you. Your father begged Jimin to cheer you up, and he tried, but you were always sad.

Months went by and you slowly regained your energetic personality, but you were never really the same.

At age fifteen, you had gotten a boyfriend who was a couple years older than you were. He was a known womanizer and troublemaker, but you didn’t care, you only wanted to piss off your dad. From between your mother’s death to then, things between you and your father were so bad that you had to run away to Jimin’s house for a couple of days until you calmed down. One night as Jimin was sleeping with you snuggled next to him, he realized that had been in love with you for years, and couldn’t stop his heart from thumping whenever he looked down at you sleeping next to him. He hated the fact that your boyfriend’s influence was causing you to be bad too. Your grades quickly plummeted, you skipped school often, and you were even caught with a box of cigarettes in your bag on campus. You relished in the fact that your father was embarrassed of you, and you planned on ruining yourself until you were too far gone to be saved.

On your seventeenth birthday, Jimin planned out a small party with just you and him. He spent weeks secretly planning out the small details; he rented out a small beach house for the evening with the money from his job, he bought your favorite candles to illuminate the beach house, he got your favorite cake from the local shop with a sweet personalized message, and he had gotten you a special present. He constantly reminded you days before your birthday to keep that day free, and you always lazily told him “Yeah, yeah, aren’t I always free? I’m always with you anyways.”

That night, he waited for you to come to the beautiful beach house, but you never came. He stayed up for hours, hoping that you were caught up in traffic or forgot. That night, you were drinking with your ex, your only ex, at a friend’s party and ended up getting completely hammered with him. The next morning, you woke up next to him in an unknown bed, with his arms wrapped around your naked body. With no recollection of the night before, you quickly wore your clothes, which were thrown around everywhere, and left.

As you walked home, you checked your phone, which you had accidentally turned off. Notifications of Jimin’s messages came through.

Jimin: Where are you?

Jimin: I’m waiting at the address I texted you

Jimin: Y/N, seriously, where are you?

Jimin: Y/N.

Shit, you thought. Shit.

You ran to Jimin’s house as fast as you could, but you knew you were in deep shit. Nothing could have fixed standing up Park Jimin, your best friend. Out of breath, you knocked on his door and a tired Jimin opened the door. Without saying anything, he let you in, and the both of you walked in silence to his room.

The both of you sat on his bed in silence. Jimin wasn’t able to look at you; you could see the hurt in his face as you stared at him. He broke the silence first.

“Last night, I had a dream about you. You were happy, smiling. It was something I hadn’t seen in years. You were happy, pure, and innocent, like you were when we were kids-” Jimin’s words were cut short by you.

“Jimin,” You said to him. “I-I’m sorry, I forgot. I’m sorry-”

You were interrupted by Jimin, who was still unable to look at you. “Were you at home? Or were you with him?”

From the tone of his voice, you knew he had heard about last night. “I-I wasn’t-”

His head quickly turned to look at you with accusatory eyes, which were brimming with tears. “Do I seem like a gullible fucking dog? When I found out that you were with him all night, I broke. You promised me that you would stay away from him, that you wouldn’t even glance at him. And what did you do? You fucking had sex with him! And here I thought I could have confessed to you about my true feelings. How dare I pretend I mean a thing to you.” Jimin looked away from you, melancholy oozing from his face.

You were dumbfounded by his sudden anger and confession. As you were about to say something, Jimin’s voice stopped you. “Get out. Don’t come back. I think it’s better for the both of us if we don’t talk to each other. Maybe we can talk when I don’t- don’t love you anymore. Just please,” His voice suddenly turned into a quiet whisper. “Please leave. And don’t come back. Please.”

As he had told you to, you left, and never came back.

The special present he had for you, wrapped around in cute gift wrapping, collected dust as it stayed in the back of his closet for years. He never wanted to see it ever again. Not until after he didn’t love you anymore, not until after he didn’t care about you anymore.

so not on the topic of this, but has anyone ever seen uncontrollably fond bc that shit fucked me up so bad. i watched that fucking show in 2 days and I CANNOT FCUKING BREATHE RIGHT NOW. 

ANY FANGIRL FOR MR EYEBROWS (kim woobin) HMU BC HE AND MR HANDSOME (lee jongsuk) fUCK ME UP

also i did not edit this (lol i can’t write), and my editor friend eli disappeared???? help me find her pls

Drabble Prompts

Masterlist

[xqueenofthehillx]

 I was tagged by @poleagles, thank you, Sweetheart! <3

Rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy! 

1: Are you named after someone? nah, im original, lol

2: When was the last time you cried? two days ago, tbh

3: Do you like your handwriting? actually really like it! but everyone else hates it, whops

4: What is your favourite lunch meat? idk, tbh, I usually dont pay much attention 

5: Do you have kids?  mvahahaa, nope. but i kind of have to work with them, so..

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? never, im just a weird nervous freak lol

7: Do you use sarcasm?  sarcasm is my only defense.

8: Do you still have your tonsils? yup

9: Would you bungee jump? this Q&A is definitely getting toO MUCH, NEVER 

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? CORNFLAKES ARE AN ACTUAL LOVE OF MY LIFE.

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? never.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person?  define strong. Iis hard to say, i mean, it depends on lots of factors.

13: What is your favourite ice cream?  vanilla. yup, im basic. ekhm.

14: What is the first thing you notice about people? their eyes.

15: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? i could write an essay on this topic, lmao, but legs.

16: What colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? gray pants, not wearing any shoes at the moment, only colourful socks, yay! <3

17. What are you listening to right now? Fall Out Boy - American Beauty / American Psycho

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? YELLOW! 

19: Favourite smell? petrol. (dont judge)

20: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my bff. <3

21: Favourite sport to watch? SKI JUMPING. and volleyball but, sadly, only occasionally.

22: Hair color? brown.

23: Eye color? green.

24: Do you wear contacts? nope, but glasses? yes, please!

25: Favourite food to eat? all kinds of sweets, lmao (still wondering why i am plump, lol.)

26: Scary movies or comedy? Good comedy is everything.

27: Last movie you watched? ‘Tess’

28: What colour of shirt are you wearing? gray.

29: Summer or winter? ummmmmmm... summer!

30: Hugs or kisses? hugs, obv.

31: What book are you currently reading? the great gatsby.

32: Who do you miss right now? my parents.

33: What is on your mouse pad? i dont use mouse at all, ive never had a proper mouse pad, my life is a lie

34: What is the last TV program you watched? can remember watching anything special.. lately i just dont watch tv at all

35: What is the best sound? dan howell talking. about anything. 

36: Rolling stones or The Beatles? The Beatles.

37: What is the furthest you have ever travelled? i dont know, i dont travel far away, but everything is changing and i started making my travel dreams come true, so, ill add something here soon, i hope!

38: Do you have a special talent? fangirling. exaggerating everything. watching tv series and youtube till 4 in the morning, lifting my one eyebrow, eating whole chocolate in less than one minute, PROCRASTINATING. etc. im pretty talented, id say.

39: Where were you born? in a small city in Poland. (;

im not tagging anyone bc i feel like all of you have already done this and i dont have friends here except for my lovely @poleagles so yeah. if anybody sees it on their dashboard, you have my permission to do this, haha.

[firewoodfigs]

*clears throat* not to be a sap but. I woke up this morning was so so overwhelmed by how kind everyone was towards the song I posted for royai week 🥺 It was the first song I’d ever written in full and properly recorded, so it really meant so much to me (did I tear up? No...)

Music has always been an instrumental (pun intended) part of my life. It was how I coped (along with reading) with my parents’ failing marriage, and it was also something that I’ve always felt terribly insecure about. I wanted so desperately to go for piano lessons when I was young — and I would beg my parents to sign me up for piano or whatever music classes each year on my birthday.

Each time, the answer was no. It was either a waste of time or a waste of money, and they didn’t have much of both to spare, so I accepted it soon enough and just... moved on. I tried to pick up music by listening to songs, over and over, and I was so freaking excited when I first laid hands on the Fearless album as a twelve (?) year old. The music was beautiful, the lyrics masterful, and everything about it was magical. I think it inspired me to pick up guitar from a few church friends, who were offering to teach back then. It also inspired me to try my hand at songwriting, but whatever I wrote was honestly and objectively a mess, and I have no idea where it all went haha.

Fast forward to middle school; it was compulsory for everyone to pick an extra-curricular, and I remember I wanted to join the school choir so badly. I signed up for auditions, showed up, got asked to sing scales, freaked out, and promptly ran away LMAO. Needless to say I didn’t get in hahaha (I have terrible stage fright even to this day and the mere thought of someone scrutinising me while singing scares me like nothing else). I ended up joining guitar ensemble, which wasn’t altogether bad, because I did have fun and did make some lovely friends who I’m still in touch with even to this day. It wasn’t exactly my first choice though, and it wasn’t always a carnival, either. Most of the time we were just playing the same songs over and over and/or preparing for this biannual competition.

Long story short, I felt like I didn’t learn much. But it was cool, because I somehow ended up befriending a few folks from the school choir who were in my class (or we just vibed lmao). They basically adopted me and three (later four) of us formed a band of sorts. I genuinely felt like the weakest link LOL but they were so sweet about it, and I had the time of my life just singing with them. :’)

Anyway, moving on. I really wanted to study music and/or literature in college. I always dreamed of studying literature in the States as a kid, dreamed of studying great American novels and poetry and more. But I was a broke ass bitch with (i) no money and (ii) no confidence LOL. And so I simply didn’t apply to any overseas universities. I just made do with my options here, but it was clear that everyone in my family was pretty much against me doing music/literature because they thought I’d end up jobless and penniless. Very lovely. So I thought law was a decent compromise — I did have a penchant for riling people up, after all, and it seemed like a good way to pursue my love for language.

I made it out of law school four years later (it’s an undergrad programme here). It was simultaneously some of the best and worst years of my life LOL like the academic rigour is no joke and my imposter syndrome was flaring up every other day like a chronic illness because everyone was just... astonishingly smart. But as the song goes, I got by with (in my case it was a lot) of help from my friends. :) I still don’t regret going to law school because I genuinely learnt so much (even though tbh there were times I really wanted to drop out especially on year one because it was rough balancing a law degree with like a bunch of side jobs lmao). The professors were amazing, as were the people. It’s true that there are some self-centred, overly competitive jerks around, but I think that’s applicable pretty much everywhere. My friends are angels, though, and they’ve saved my ass countless of times (as did the love of my life LMAO but my tsundere ass forbids me from fangirling behind his back so I will simply self project on fictional characters instead).

But legal practice is a completely separate matter. Like, this job is bananas, man. A friend’s sister once worked for three days in a row without coming home, and the attrition is rate generally atrocious — people usually leave within three years because the hours are so bad lol. I haven’t had it too bad yet tbh, save for a few times I had to stay in the office till 3am (there was once I had to return at 7 the next morning, but my boss was at least kind enough to give me half a day off because we were literally all zombies).

But sometimes I just... idk. Idk if I have the tenacity to soldier through those hours tbh. I have a passion for the law, but I definitely am not passionate about sitting my ass down in a lumpy chair to review contracts and read boring legalese for 72 hours straight. 🥲 it’s not too bad here — I really do quite like my firm, and everyone’s been really nice and reasonable so far, but I’m starting a new role in September. And with an increased pay means added responsibilities, and... I guess a small (see: antonyms) part of me is always afraid that I eventually won’t have the time to pursue my other passions e.g writing and music 😔 it was exactly what happened in law school and now that I’ve rekindled my love for these things I hope I won’t lose it again. I’ll just do my best to make time and pray that the hours won’t be too bad :’) some rough months are inevitable e.g April when it’s the close of a financial quarter, but January and May were super manageable, at least. It’s also heartening to know that the partners here have separate lives and interests outside of work e.g one of them regularly hosts a book club every weekend.

ANYWAY 🌽 , not that I have a large following or anything, but I am just so, so deeply grateful to anyone who’s given my works a chance and/or left a nice comment in the tags or ask box or ao3 inbox. I know I’m absolutely terrible when it comes to responding, but it’s nothing personal!! I just take super long to process and internalise and accept compliments LOL and I’m also just an awful texter in general (it doesn’t help that I have so many work emails to deal with too...). This fandom is really of so many lovely and wonderful and talented people and I just. I love y’all so so so much 😭 and I hope I can be equally supportive of y’all too!!! 💖