#rowans writing

[babyboy-dan]

Your pics are soooo amazing !!!! I'm very sorry for being needy but could you write something happens with little!dan about with his paci? x3 (Oh and i leave some cookies and milk here for ya)

this is kinda short soZ

Daniel Howell, when little, had to have his pacifier. Hell, when Dan wasn’t little and he was panicked, he had his paci. It was a comfort thing for Dan, and without it- everyone who was around him had better be ready for complete hell. Dan, with his oral fixation, had to be sucking on something. He didn’t mind if it was Phil’s cock, his paci, or a sucker. Currently, Dan was amidst a punishment. His daddy had taken his pacifier from him for making a mess in his panties (it wasn’t his fault, Dan would protest, since Phil had been teasing him all day, but that was besides the point).

Dan was in full on grump mode. He was ignoring his daddy, and this morning he’d even thrown his plate of pancakes that he’d specifically asked for on to the floor in a tantrum. Dan wanted his paci, and he wanted it now. So much so that when Phil announced that he was going out to get cupcakes, with strict instructions for Dan to be good and he could have a cupcake, Dan went on a hunt for it. He’d gone through every room in the house, eventually finding all of his pacifiers in the bottom drawer of the office desk, letting out a relieved breath. He grabs his favourite, one that reads ‘baby’ on its face, and puts it between his teeth, setting in to an easy rhythm of suckling on it.

That’s how Phil finds him, curled up on their bed with a paci in mouth, a stuffie in grasp and eyebrows furrowed deeply as his glazed over eyes gaze up at Phil, frown tugging on his lips. “What did I tell you baby..?” Phil says the words softly, and Dan whines. “I’m sorry Daddy I just.. I needed it..” He whimpers the words out, grasping the end of the pacifier with his fingers. Phil softens with that, and he slowly moves to lay beside Dan, holding him close to his chest and letting out a soft hum.

“It’s alright, I think you’ve had enough punishment for today, hm?” Dan smiles, and settles off in to an easy and dream filled sleep.

- Rowan

[babyboy-dan]

Dan should have known it was a bad idea to play a horror game alone in the dark, especially when he had been drifting in and out of little space all day. Before recording he had sat at the desk for at least ten minutes, knees pulled to his chest and chin resting atop his knees. It had taken him that long to psyche himself up to play said horror game, the starter screen daunting enough to him before he rolled back his shoulders, let out a sigh and moving to begin recording.

By the time he had finished playing outlast, his mind was fuzzy and tears began to roll down his cheeks. He was scared, and alone, and all he wanted was for his Daddy to be home cuddling him, wanted Phil to come home. Dan tried to be big, he swears that he did because he knew that Phil had been excited to see his parents, and he would have hated to pull him away from them, half of the time he felt like he was too needy in the first place.

After 30 minutes of the soft and salty tears rolling down his cheeks, Dan somewhat pull’s himself together, grabbing his phone and staring down at the contact which read ‘Daddy’, only sending his mind spiralling because he wanted Phil home now. He clicks it, setting it by his ear as he rings, curling up closer to the sofa bed behind him, having forced himself as close as possible to the corner, his little mindspace telling him that it was the safest possible place to be.

Phil picks up with laughs in the background, saying a chirpy and enthusiastic ‘Hi Danny!’ before Dan all but looses it, sniffling and shakily sobbing as he stutters out ‘Da-addy.. scary..’ It’s all he can manage around the thumb now hooked between his lips, and Dan can almost feel Phil’s frown over the phone as his voice softens and he moves away from the laughter that had been the background noise, the sounds fading away.

‘Baby-? Shh, come on it’s okay.. I’ll be home soon to look after you.’ Dan simply hums in response, curling his legs up to his chest and hugging them tightly. He wanted his stuffies and blankie, but he couldn’t move- what if the big bad monsters were there! Dan only snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, making him squeak and bury his head in his knees.

Suffice to say, it isn’t a big bad monster, but instead Phil, who smiles sadly at his baby’s curled up form, slowly moving toward him having flicked pretty much all of the lights on in the apartment, knowing that would settle Dan somewhat. ‘Danny, it’s just me darling..’ He crouches beside him, slowly kissing his forehead. A soft sniffle leaves Dan, and he slowly blinks up at Phil, making grabby hands up at him.

‘What’d I tell you about playing scary games huh?’ Dan sinks in to Phil’s embrace, a flush lighting the tips of his ears as he blinks up at him with glassy eyes, placing his thumb between his lips and giving a half hearted shrug. He just hoped he wasn’t in trouble. Phil seems to let it go, though, knowing that Dan just wanted reassurance that everything was alright, so he picks him up and sets him on his hip. ‘Alright, let’s get you something warm to drink and then we can cuddle, hm?’ Phil looks to Dan’s thumb in his mouth and reaches over to the desk drawer, handing him the light blue pacifier from in there.

Phil easily walks in to the kitchen with Dan in his arms, humming softly. He sits him on the counter, proceeding to warm some milk up in a glass in the microwave. ‘Sippy or bottle, baby?’ Dan audibly sucks on the pacifier, hands tangling in Phil’s jumper as he steps between his legs, and Phil moves to coax the paci from between his lips. ‘Danny, talk to me baby, use your big words.’ Dan’s eyebrows crease, and he lets out a slow sigh. ‘Want bottle.’ Phil places the pacifier back in Dan’s mouth with a nod.

After that Phil fills one of Dan’s bottles - a baby pink one- and hands it gently to him before carrying him up to their room. He gets them settled on their bed, going to the drawer containing all of Dan’s little things and gently giving Dan his favourite blanket, and his winnie the pooh stuffie. He moves to turn the light off, but Dan makes a disgruntled sound.

Phil puts the night light on beside the bed, flicks the light off, and crawls in to bed with his baby.

- Rowan

[babyboy-dan]

One where P moves into the flat 2 doors down from D, and they always see eachother at the same time in the morning to go to work, and sometimes have little conversations, but they both start to develop crushes on eachother and one day phil asks dan out for dinner and they have a cute dinner and get to know eachother, and then they go back to their building together and when D is goin into his flat, phil says something lke where are you going? the dessert is in my room ;) (you're both gr8 btw)

(I feel like I didn’t give this justice, but enjoy nonetheless. This is literally 475 words of me rambling; I’m sorry.)

It had first started when Dan had gone to get the Saturday mail, a boring job when he could have been scrolling through tumblr instead, but maybe someone had sent an urgent email or a surprise package- though he highly doubted it. Said surprise package came in a way he didn’t quite think however as he bumped in to a black haired, blue eyed man on the stairs, lugging boxes up with sweat on his forehead.

The box that the man had been holding had clattered straight to the floor, though luckily the contents of the box seemed to have stayed in tact and the man managed to catch it with his foot. Dan’s cheeks had flushed and he stuttered out a reply before pausing upon hearing the man laughing.

It was a sound he wanted to hear again, Dan had soon decided. He ran in to the man who had introduced himself as ‘Philip Lester but I prefer Phil’ on a daily basis on his way to work, and the two would have small conversations, usually about the weather or some kind of form of small talk.

Now don’t get him wrong, Dan despised small talk, but Phil always seemed to make it interesting with all the stories he had connected to each subject the two ended up talking about- like how he wanted to be a weatherman and that’s why he was so interested in the weather. It seemed boring to Dan most of the time, but with Phil he laughed and smiled along nonetheless.

Suffice to say, Dan was completely infatuated with everything Phil, and after months of flirting between the two, Phil finally asked Dan out on a date. Dan thought it would be somewhat awkward, but with Phil planning it all it was easy going.

They sat and talked for an hours in a quaint little restaurant with fairy lights lining the windows and draping down from the ceiling, dim candle light being the mood lighting for the evening. The two had talked and talked, Dan more often than not wearing a light blush speckled over his cheeks.

On their way back to the apartment building, the two were holding hands, laughing and talking under the stars. Dan grumbles the whole way up to their floor, naturally because their apartment doesn’t have an elevator, why Dan cannot even begin to understand.

As they reach Phil’s door, Dan gives him a short wave of goodbye, but as he moves to his own door two doors down from Phil’s, Phil states rather boldly “Where are you going, the dessert is in my apartment.” Dan looks back with a flush on his cheeks and Phil winks at him before leaving the door ajar to let Dan in after him.

Suffice to say the neighbours weren’t about to get sleep any time soon.

~ Rowan

[arevolutionapproaches]

Sometimes you just gotta tell your abusive childhood figure to go fuck themselves

[arevolutionapproaches]

A badly explained plot point in my book

Echo (the main character who often commits murder): *in a battle*

Josh (the lesser main character and Echo’s husband who strongly disagrees with murder: *doing cool non lethal superpower shit to help*

Echo:*pulls out a gun and shoots the bad guys, killing them*

Josh: no one would ever give you a gun licence, we’re in England. Where did you get access to a gun?

Echo: you remember your childhood friend who was on our teenage superhero team and died mysteriously?

Josh:

Echo: I fucked her dad

End scene

[ultrastellara]

Is Oki gurl

Just read it

I'm going nuts

JsjdndmsndndndnsnsnsnanAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST REMEMBERING IT WHILE WRITING THIS MAKES ME JDBFNDNDNDMDMDMDMDJ

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IM GLAD YOURE ENJOYING IT! I PROBABLY WILL MAKE A THIRD PART TO IT JUST BC 🙄☝️THE READER STILL GOTTA VISIT KAEYA HAHA but thatll come later on just bc im not that active in writing for now. please be patient for the next part 😭

[memegoat]

FUN FACT. the story i’m writing that i’ve been rambling on about for the past week or so i’ve had since, like, 2009 god, it’s evolved, like, so much initially it. was based on a dream lmao it started out with the main character being a girl named kaylee, older sister who is hella snarky, and living with her parents, + later introduced the guy, chris after like? a couple months of working on it i scrapped it bc i didn’t have the attention span to work on it and i couldn’t draw humans or write for crap lol I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHY I PICKED THIS STORY BACK UP AGAIN. but around last august i was like. yea. yea I’m goNNA WORK ON IT. i think i was organizing my ocs or something and i just made an actual /story/ out of it i changed the main character to a guy, hunter, pushed kaylee to be a secondary character (and added emmy, her girlfriend), changed the older sister to kat, a surprisingly supportful sister, and threw the parents out the window into some other country. literally the only constant here is chris who is still a ghost--