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3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?
4: What was your favorite video game growing up?
5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:
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7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?
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10: Are you allergic to anything?
11: What’s your sexuality?
12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?
13: Are you a cat or dog person?
14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?
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20: Do you like space or the ocean more?
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22: Pet peeves?
23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?
24: Favorite constellation?
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26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?
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28: Do you think global warming is real?
29: Do you believe in reincarnation?
30: Favorite movie?
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32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?
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34: What is a color that calms you?
35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?
36: Where were you born?
37: What is your eye color?
38: Introvert or extrovert?
39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?
40: Hugs or kisses?
41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?
42: Who is someone you love deeply?
43: Any piercings you want?
44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?
45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?
46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!
47: What is a sound you really hate?
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49: Can you do a backflip?
50: Can you do the splits?
51: Favorite actor and/or actress?
52: Favorite movie?
53: How are you feeling right now?
54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?
55: When did you feel happiest?
56: Something that calms you down?
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59: What three words describe you the most?
60: Do you believe in evolution?
61: What makes you unfollow a blog?
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63: Favorite kind of person:
64: Favorite animal(s):
65: Name three of your favorite blogs.
66: Favorite emoticon:
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69: What is your star sign?
70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?
71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?
72: Post a selfie or two?
73: Do you have platform shoes?
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77: Do you like to swim?
78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?
79: Something you wish didn’t exist:
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82: Something you really enjoy doing:
83: Favorite person to talk to:
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86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?
87: Do your socks always match?
88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?
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90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?
91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?
92: A store you hate?
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94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?
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108: Something you get paranoid about?
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115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:
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118: Do you have freckles?
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131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?
132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?
133: Computer or TV?
134: Do you like roller coasters?
135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?
136: Are your ears lobed or attached?
137: Do you believe in karma?
138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?
139: What nicknames do you have/have had?
140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?
141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?
142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?
143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?
144: What makes you angry
145: How many languages do you speak fluently?
146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?
147: Are you androgynous?
148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:
149: Favorite thing about your personality:
150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.
151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?
152: Do you like BuzzFeed?
153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]
154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?
155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?
156: What embarrasses you?
157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:
158: Biggest lie you have ever told:
159: How many people are you following?
160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?
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162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?
163: Last time you cried and why:
164: Do you have long or short hair?
165: Longest your hair has ever been:
166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?
167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?
168: Do you like to wear makeup?
169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?
170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

sadinasaphrite  asked:

I understand you have a long list of these questions, but figured I'd get in line. I want to adopt a retired greyhound racer. What health problems do you see with them? I've also heard they are especially sensitive to anesthesia due to their low body fat. Do you have a protocol you find is particularly safe for them? The rescues have too many conflicting answers. One even claims they never should be put under anesthesia ever, even for dentals, because they "just die!" Which is ridiculous.

Anonymous said: Is it ok to request another breed? If so, greyhounds? Possibly rescue racing hounds if that specification has any problems that pet raised greyhounds dont

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Anonymous said: Hello! I was wondering if you could (or have already done) a post about greyhounds? Specifically racing-quality ones? I read something earlier that claimed they were a lot healthier than most dogs and I’m wondering if that’s true. Thanks!

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Anonymous said: Hey there! I noticed you said recently you’d like to see more ex-racing greyhounds as pets - I’m seriously considering adopting one in the future and I was wondering what health issues you see in them? I’ve heard that they can get painful corns on their feet and that you need to be careful about their temperature, but is there anything else you see that a future adopter should be watching for? Question tax: came for the the vet stories, stayed for the refreshingly sensible advice :)

Oh vetlings, I have a lot to say about Greyhounds.

I adore these dogs, and am glad to work with them, but don’t specifically condone organised greyhound racing. Most of these dogs like to run, I would have no problem with them running around a track casually for fun, but once prize-money is involved it becomes too tempting to push limits, to cheat, to cut corners, to overbreed, and this leads to poor welfare outcomes for too many dogs.

Please note the disclaimer that these posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.

Also please note that this will be a Long Post.

Originally posted by thegypsycob

General conditions of Greyhounds

Whatever their history all greyhounds have a few things in common. Most of them struggle to sit, they tend to either stand or lie down. Their pain tolerance is interesting, walking in with a broken bone but screaming at a tiny needle prick. They like to feel someone touching their head. There are also a few conditions common to them, regardless of their lifestyle or upbringing. They are one of the very few breeds that I think it’s not an exaggeration to say you benefit from seeing a vet with experience in this breed. We have a lot to get through, so I’ll try to keep the basics fairly short.

Bloat, (Gastric Dilatation Volvulus) is more common in the big males, but can occur in any greyhound due to their deep chest. Delicate, picky eaters seem less at risk.

Greyhounds are generally very athletic, but they can and do develop Dilated Cardiomyopathy. While they have generally reached a reasonable age before developing this condition,

Pannus can affect any greyhound, and this chronic eye condition is generally made worse by UV light exposure. Once diagnosed it’s not too hard to control with medication but it is a long term condition. This is the most likely reason you would see a greyhound wearing doggy sunglasses or ‘Doggles’.

Greyhounds can also get Progressive Retinal Atrophy, which may manifest as ‘night blindness’ first, though this seems to be less common lately.

Greyhounds, perhaps surprisingly for all the raw food they seem to get when racing, have generally poor Dental Health. Despite being big dogs that are generally pretty tolerant, most of them don’t like to chew. They’re delicate chewers and won’t necessarily gnaw a bone.

Speaking of bones, these dogs get Osteosarcoma (Bone cancer) fairly readily. This cancer has a biphasic age pattern. Basically it usually occurs in dogs around 2 years of age, and dogs around 8-10 years of age. It’s all kinds of bad, every time and there’s not much else to say about it, other than the life expectancy is short. I’ve talked about it previously.

Of purely cosmetic concern, greyhounds also commonly develop pattern baldness. Typically the affected areas are the thighs and ventral neck, and there are a few possible reasons for this. It might be genetic, it might be nutritional or stress related, or it might be due to blood vessel compression under due to large muscle groups underneath the skin. This generally bothers the owners more than the dog.

Greyhounds often have thin skin, and while this doesn’t necessarily bother the dogs most of the time it certainly bothers me as the surgeon! Some of these poor dogs will seem to tear themselves open with any little scrape, so be careful of the suture materials you choose. They are prone to pressure sores with poor bandage care too.

And associated with their thin skin, some of these dogs develop “Happy Tail,” which is basically a chronic injury on the tail tip which wont heal because the blessed dog insists on wagging it against solid objects all the time, despite the pain and injury. They can’t help it. They’re too happy, hence the name of the wound. This takes creative bandaging or the occasional partial amputation to fix.

Originally posted by emiliotheexplorer

Conditions associated with Racing

Most greyhounds are reared for the race track and it’s not until later that they’re identified as being 'unsuitable’ for the track. Some greyhounds will be 'retired’ early, before they ever get to run, but many will be retired either with injuries or because they just don’t win. Greyhounds that have been retired due to injury are not necessarily lame, they may have healed well enough to do normal dog activities, just not enough to win races.

Track leg is probably the most common 'racetrack injury’ we see. It’s basically a swelling on the inside of the tibia below the knee, caused by the greyhound continually hitting its hind leg with a front leg as it runs around the track in the same direction all the time. They’re usually not painful, and generally go away when the greyhound is not restricted to always running in a very large circle.

Corns are hard thickenings in the bottom on a footpad, either secondary to trauma, foreign objects (grit) or papilomas. They start out small but grow with time, and are painful. It’s like having a stone in your shoe all the time and many greyhounds will become footsore because of it. Affected greyhounds are often reluctant to walk on harder surfaces, and anti-inflammatories doesn’t seem to make much difference. We treat them by paring them out and waiting patiently.

Grit in foot pads can cause corns, and can cause similar lameness to corns, but will show up on Xrays if you use high enough detail. These are fragments of sand or other foreign objects that have become embedded in the foot pads while running. Greyhounds are particularly lame with this injury and often don’t respond fully to anti-inflammatories. They need surgery to remove these pieces of grit, and the surgery can result in corns.

A Fractured hock, carpus or metacarpal/metatarsal might be a racing career ending injury, but not necessarily a life ending one. Depending on the extent of the fracture the greyhound may have no lameness with a walk or light run, or may end up with a completely fused joint. Generally these dogs are only retired to pet homes if they can still get themselves around pain free.

A Split Webbing is an injury to the web of skin between toes. When this skin tears it’s nearly impossible to get it to heal if both layers are torn, so the recommended technique is to split it all the way to the base of the toes and remove the webbing. This doesn’t seem to bother the dogs at all, and prevents it from re-tearing over and over again as it heals.

Maxillary Fractures are a rare injury of long-nosed dogs who are also klutzes and trip over, slamming their nose into a fence or the ground. This upwards force can fracture the upper jaw, just in front of the canine teeth. These fractures may be non displaced, causing little more than a blood nose and needing pain relief and soft food for a few weeks, or they may be loose and need wiring. They are fairly uncommon overall, but it seems to be greyhounds that get them most.

Associated with racing greyhound husbandry, Neospora infection from raw, infected beef consumption (and similar Toxoplasma from kangaroo or sheep) is more common in greyhounds due to their high prevalence of raw meat being fed. It may present as anything from back pain to blindness, and you can lose whole litters to these parasites.

There are a number of odd Assorted Sports therapy things that greyhounds might be subjected to, from particular lineaments being used, ultrasound therapy, chiropractic treatment or 'seeing the muscle men’, some of the 'treatments’ racing greyhounds are exposed to seem more like hope and witchcraft than medicine. These dogs may also have been supplemented with all sorts of things during their racing days, including iron and B12 as the most common supplements. You don’t necessarily know what a dog has or hasn’t been given in its racing days, but most will be little consequence, if any, after a few months.

Racing greyhounds are also known for a few particular metabolic weirdnesses. Exercise associated heart conditions, exercise associated epilepsy, water diabetes (like a temporary diabetes insipidus), rhabdomyolysis and acidosis are the most well known.

Anaesthesia

Now, this is an interesting difference. Greyhounds are a bit different when it comes to anaesthetics. Most vet students will easily recall that barbituate anaesthetics aren’t recommended in sighthounds due to their proportionally low body fat (and very young or very fat dogs for the same reasons), but greyhounds also seem to have a different liver metabolism that makes handling this class of drugs more difficult. Fortunately there are many other options these days.

The whole 'they die under anaesthesia’ thing is…sort of true. If you put them under anaesthetic when they’re under 24 hours off the race track then they tend to…well… die. But when these dog’s have been at rest for at least 24 hours there doesn’t seem to be a particular increase risk of death specifically.

These dogs are prone to both hypothermia and hyperthermia under anaesthetic, and in life in general.

They are prone to rapid wake ups from anaesthesia, which is not fun when you have a 30kg dog thrashing about and freaking out. For this reason higher premed doses seem to help if you’re using an alfaxalone protocol, medetomedine/butorphanol works well for sedation and we usually use xylazine/ketamine/atropine for orthopaedics. I will not be posting dose rates on this blog, but rest assured greyhounds are perfectly able to have an anaesthetic. They’ve got to get their dental disease treated somehow!

Compared to other breeds

Generally greyhounds are considered pretty healthy. They’re not free of problems, but their common problems are different to common problems in other breeds. Greyhounds have one of the lowest incidences of hip dysplasia in purebred dogs,  and rarely develop the same common structural issues we see in other breeds.

Their blood results are often a little different. A greyhound in racing condition will have a higher PCV, and a pet greyhound may keep this in their retired life. They often have a lower platelet count,  by around 20-25% or so, and may have a relatively low T4. A low T4 can be normal for a greyhound, and hypothyroidism shouldn’t be diagnosed without a TSH level.

They are, in general a little more prone to being clingy or developing separation anxiety. This is generally because most of these dogs are raised in big groups in a kennel situation, and may not get to be truly 'alone’ until they’re in a pet home. Some dogs just need a few weeks of being spoiled with TLC to adjust, some dogs need some pharmaceutical assistance for a while. Some dogs only really relax if they have a companion, but it depends on the individual.

So that is the greyhound breed from a veterinary viewpoint in a nutshell. Some of these points are brief because I only want to give you an overview, but I do recommend vet students spend some time in a greyhound practice, even if you don’t want to work with them or the racing industry, because the musculoskeletal exam of a greyhound is so much more thorough and I understood hocks and carpi much better in greyhounds than I ever did in horses.

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Bank Robber AU for @ambiguous-eyepatch for the Valentines @aftgexchange!

I had a lot of fun drawing these and I hope you like it! 😃

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PART. 2 [TRIGGER WARNINGS AHEAD]

  • When did you start to care? 
  • I’ve dreamt about your death; put money in a collection box and prayed for it; blew out my birthday candles, wished for it. If it actually ever happened, I’m not sure I’d feel relief or guilt.
  • What if I don’t want to change?
  • Don’t what? 
  • You’re a fucking pussy. 
  • You look like a baby rabbit when you sleep.
  • You’re getting careless. Don’t.
  • I just assumed we’d eventually decide how to move together like normal couples do.
  • But there never was a ‘we’.
  • People fuck up, that’s life.
  • Family is supposed to be forever. They’re supposed to take care of you, regardless of what you do. 
  • Please don’t be the guy that lies. 
  • I have red hair, freckles and crooked teeth. No need for any more character. 
  • I need at least one person in this family to not turn cynical and my money’s been on you. 
  • Anyone who’s been married knows that sex is downhill from there. 
  • Big toe is throbbing like blueballs that no blowjob can ever fix. 
  • She’s a skanky, manipulative bitch and you should unfriend her. 
  • The porn at my desk isn’t really porn. It was pictures of penises, but it was from a circumsision website. 
  • I’ve seen crazy and I’ve seen bad for kids. You aren’t either of those things.
  • Don’t forget to check for hair behind the grill. 
  • I realize you’ve had sketchy parental role models, but can we agree that offing people is not cool? 
  • That turned me off, periscope down. 
  • I want normal people problems. 
  • When you tried to get me to be intimate with three of your friends, it made me feel sad. 
  • So, thanks to me, you’ve been pistol whipped and shot in the ass. 
  • Alcohol is a gift.
  • All I’m gonna be thinking about when you choke me out is how much I love you. 
  • If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard you say that, I’d have one dime. 
  • I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just genetic. 
  • I know you think you’re helping, but as someone who has been in and out of the system care my entire life, I can tell you it’s a nightmare. 
  • I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. 
  • Nobody fucks with the [insert last name]
  • You buried a body and you stole from the federal government. You will never get out of prison. 
  • We could always adopt.
  • Girls take that hero stuff straight to the bank. 
  • The whole 'my dad is gay for your brother’ thing has thrown me outta loop. 
  • Giving or receiving? 
  • Doing things you don’t wanna do is how you make a relationship work. 
  • I know school was never your thing, but you’ve never been dumb. 
  • Asking him to pick me over them is asking me to change the thing I love most about him. 
  • She is a crazy bitch and not crazy bitch like you’re a crazy bitch. 
  • She once tried to beat me to death with a frozen fish because I asked for more broccoli. 
  • Kick ass, take names.. and don’t blow anyone. 
  • When you’re poor, the only way to make money is to scam it or steal it. 
  • You get along a lot better with a weapon and a kind word, than a kind word alone. 
  • If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. 
  • My baby was stolen by my mom and her developmentally delayed boyfriend. 
  • He’s not my boyfriend. 
  • It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. 
  • I’m not going to let you throw him out like used Kleenex. 
  • She’s fragile.
  • She’s broken. 
  • I don’t wanna be me anymore. 
  • An accident? Where his penis just slipped into your vagina? 
  • You gotta get me out of this car, I’m getting too horned up. 
  • I’m sorry, but now I gotta go pick up my wife’s boyfriend. 
  • Sometimes it’s not worth holding out. Life’s too short, why not just give in? 
  • Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? 
  • I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. 
  • Your mother was a real cunt. 
  • Circle doesn’t start with an S? What the fuck? 
  • Sometimes when I see the word hospice on the street, I pronounce it ho-spice. 
  • You’re lucky your moms dead. 
  • I made a list of the top 50 stupidest things and all 50 were when I was drunk. 
  • My testicles have never been my ally. 
  • Go fuck yourself. 
  • Front door was locked so I came in the back. No pun intended. 
  • I’m sick of living in your shadow. 
  • I never thought I’d say this, but you were right. 
  • She said she had some personal business. I change her diaper, what’s more personal than that? 
  • How can you be so cold about this? 
  • Just for the record, a lot of great men have been well-lubricated. 
  • I’m not the reason your life is a piece of crap.
  • Your coochie smells like brimestone and Sulfur. 
  • One of my unspoken rules is you don’t fuck someone else when we’re on a date. 
  • You married a drug lord’s daughter to hang on to your ear? 
  • I don’t take bribes. 
  • Honey, you’re an alcoholic. 
  • Where can I get knives and blunts? 
  • You can’t control what goes on in the world. You can just choose to be a part of it everyday. 
  • Where I come from, it’s an honour to share your man. 
  • I’m gonna beat your ass like a pinata until candy falls out! 
  • You don’t love me.
  • You’re kinda growing on me. 
  • Dead people poop themselves. 
  • Where’s the money? 
  • It doesn’t make you a kept woman, it makes you a smart one. 
  • I’ll keep that in mind when I’m feeding my family dog food this winter. 
  • I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! 
  • Look at me. I can’t go to jail, I might as well wear heels. 
  • I’m gay. 
  • You just made my boy parts get bigger. 
  • Not to be a dick or anything, but you have been kind of a whore. 
  • Eat my ass!
  • Wanna see me make a mangina? 
  • You fucked my brother. 
  • Whores don’t get cars. 
  • I wouldn’t exactly call it an orgy, but there were a lot of naked body parts flying around. 
  • You wish you had a dick as big as mine! 
  • Are you gonna put those in my ass? 
  • If you do this for me, I will dress up any way you want. No safety word. 
  • I was raised by a pack of wolves. 
  • I certainly hope you’re not pooping in there. It’s a closet. 
  • Can I get you something? Milk? Soda? A joint? It’s medicinal. 
  • Like you in the sack, make it quick. 
  • Did you purposely order a Sex on the Beach so I’d say it to the gay bartender? 
  • No. No way. I can’t handle anything in my ass without alcohol. 
  • The beard gets me laid. 
  • I haven’t had a drink for two days. Well, granted, I was unconscious. 
  • You’re hot, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with a dude. 
  • He was warm, like the inner thighs of an overworked hooker. 
  • He may look like he’s in a boy band, but he’s got a point. 
  • Let’s be honest, she’s my last chance at happiness, and that’s more important than video games and masturbation, right? 
  • I am not a religious man, but every now and then, a child comes along who makes me believe in the existence of Satan. 
  • I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you. 
  • Keep laughing, or I will slit your throat in your sleep. 
  • Brush your teeth, I wanna play. 
  • Other than the presents and the booze, can you tell me three good reasons we should get married? 
  • Oh, don’t mind me. I accidentally took three of my pills instead of one. 
  • Well, if you need me, I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you.

anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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Joint Custody

Summary: Reader and Bucky broke up, having to share time with their kid which ultimately brings them back together.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fluff (maybe a lil bit of arguing) but just fluff

A/N: I was just sitting down, doing my school work when this cute/funny idea popped in my head and I immediately wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget. Hope ya like it :) I’ll edit later my dudes.


It had been about 4 months since you and Bucky had broken up from a three year long relationship. It was a nasty argument about him not being home enough due to all the missions he’d been going on with the rest of the team. Then, the argument shifted from one problem to the next. You told him you hated when he didn’t wash a dish after using it, he told you he hated how you weren’t affectionate with him anymore to which you responded with “how am I supposed to be affectionate with you when you’re never home?”. The argument went on, touching different subjects until you called it off, Bucky agreeing and storming out.

The next day he came by and gathered his things, leaving to the Avengers Tower where he lives till this day. You two somehow agreed to joint custody with your son, Zeppelin. You would have him Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and Bucky had him Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Today was Saturday and you were headed to the Tower to hand over some paperwork to Steve and Tony. You knew you’d see Bucky there and you weren’t too thrilled at the thought.

You make it to the Tower and go straight into the conference room where you knew Tony and Steve would be. “Hey guys.” you smile.

The two men look up at the doorway and smile when seeing you.

“Hey Y/N.” Steve says, walking around the table and hugging you.

“Hi.”

“Wow, you look great.” Tony comments and you chuckle.

“It’s from sucking the souls out from my enemies.” you flip your hair over your shoulder, causing the two to laugh. “Anyways, I brought over the files you asked for. They were a little tricky to get ahold of but I got ‘em.”

“You’re a life saver.” Tony says, taking the folder from you and opening it.

“Mhm. I expect food as a token of your gratitude. Chinese is always good, or if you really wanna seal the deal, Olive Garden.” you say. “You both know where I live.”

And with that, you turn to the door, Tony and Steve saying goodbye. While making your way to the elevator, you pass the conjoined living room and kitchen, seeing Sam, Wanda, Nat and Clint. You make a U-turn and enter the room, smiling when Wanda spots you first.

“Y/N!” she shouts, rushing over to you and engulfing you in a hug.

“Hey Wanda.” you giggle.

“I haven’t seen you here in forever! Nat and I were just talking about going out for lunch today. Do you want to come?” she asked. You look over her shoulder and wave at Nat who got up and hugged you tightly.

“Uh.. Sure, why not. I’ve got nothing else to do.” you shrug. The girls cheer at your acceptance and you look over at Sam and Clint. “Hey guys.”

They greet you back and you were about to talk with them when you heard that all too familiar voice. Spinning around you see Bucky standing at the counter with Zeppelin standing next to him.

“Here you go buddy.” he murmurs, scooping some food onto a plate and placing it on the floor for Zeppelin to eat.

“What are you feeding my son, Bucky?” you spoke, walking closer to the two.

Bucky’s gaze shifts from Zeppelin to you and he pursed his lips. “Food and he’s our son, Y/N. Not just yours.”

“I sent over food with him.”

“Yeah and he didn’t like it.” the brunette argued.

“Bullshit. He eats it at home.” you respond. “Have you been feeding him human food every time he comes here?”

“He likes it.” Bucky folds his arms.

“Wait,” Clint whispers amongst Sam and the girls. “They have a son?”

“Mhm.” Sam nods.

“Zeppelin.” Nat confirms.

Clint quirks an eyebrow. “Zeppelin.. The dog?”

“Yep.” Wanda nods.

“They got a dog two years into their relationship and four months ago, when they broke up they decided on this joint custody thing.” Sam explained, all their eyes on you and Bucky.

“Y/N gets him Monday through Thursday and Bucky gets him Friday through Sunday.” Wanda adds.

Clint scoffed. “I really need to come visit more often.”

“I can’t believe you would do this.” you shake your head.

“It’s just human food Y/N, sorry that he doesn’t like the shitty dog food you buy him.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“He’s gonna get used to that and soon he’s not going to want the dog food anymore.” you sigh. “They make dog food for a reason - so that dogs can eat it.”

Bucky gasps. “Are you calling our son a dog?”

“He is a dog you gigantic idiot.”

Bucky kneels down to be leveled with Zeppelin who was done eating the food from the plate. “It’s okay, Z. Mommy’s just being a big meanie.” he says as he hugs the dog.

You sit on the floor. “And daddy’s being a dumbass because he’s feeding you junk food and you can get sick.”

Zeppelin pulls away from Bucky and turns to you, nudging your shoulder with his nose. He always did this when he wanted you to pet him. So you did.

Bucky glared at you. “I don’t always feed him junk food.”

“Oh really? Then please tell me what other foods you feed him that are healthy!” you respond.

“He likes carrots!”

“Oh! Thank god the only healthy food you give him is carrots!” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“He likes broccoli too - and raw eggs!” Bucky moves to a sitting position.

You look at him as if he’s gone mad. “Raw eggs!? Are you crazy Bucky? Zeppelin could get salmonella or E. coli!”

Bucky makes a face. “What the fuck is E. coli?”

You hug the dog. “It’s a bacterium that can cause serious infections.”

“Oh shit.” the soldier breathed. “Well good thing I’ve only given him eggs twice.”

“Today?” you snap and he glares at you even more. You look at Zeppelin a frown. “My poor baby. Maybe I should just take you home today.”

Zeppelin licks your face and barks happily.

“What? No! It’s my day to have him, you can’t just take him from me!” Bucky shouts and you roll your eyes, ignoring him.

Without you or Bucky noticing, Wanda, Nat, Sam and Clint left the kitchen, informing Steve and Tony who they bumped into, to not go in the kitchen because the two parents were arguing.

“I wouldn’t have to take him from you if we were still together.” you comment, keeping your eyes on Zeppelin as you spoke.

Bucky scoffed. “And who’s fault is that?”

“Shut up.” you hissed. There was a small moment of silence between the two of you as you sat on the floor with Zeppelin. You keep your eyes glued to the floor as you break that silence. “You didn’t even fight it. You just agreed and left.”

Bucky sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Obviously not. I still wanted to be with you.” you mutter, playing with Zeppelin’s fur.

Bucky exhales. “I miss you.”

“Oh really?” your eyes snap up at him. “Cause last time I checked you were using my son to pick up chicks.”

Our son.” he corrected for the second time. “And it was one time. The chick turned out to be boring as hell.”

You roll your eyes. “Because that makes the situation so much better.”

“Listen,” he sighs. “I know some of the things that I said were out of line and I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t talking about Zeppelin anymore.

“I’m sorry too.” you say. “I was being stupid. We fought over you not being home enough then it turned into more. The break up was my fault.”

“It was.” Bucky agrees, causing a sharp look from you. “But these past four months have made me realize that I really miss you. I miss you yelling at me for not washing dishes after I use them. I miss us folding clothes with each other.”

A smile finds its way to your lips. “We never got that done. We’d end up throwing the clothes at each other.”

Bucky laughs, remembering the moments. “I miss when we’d dance around the apartment in just our underwear.”

“We probably looked like idiots.” you giggle.

“Probably.” he nods. “But cute idiots.”

You smile - and there was that god damn moment of silence again. You think back to all the good times you’ve had with Bucky, remembering when you two first adopted Zeppelin and how happy the two of you were.

You knew Bucky tried his best to be home when he could. He loved coming home to you and Zeppelin. But sometimes missions didn’t go as planned and you knew that.

“And I know that Zeppelin misses us being together.” Bucky broke the silence.

“Yeah.” you say. “He still waits by the door for you to come home.”

“When he starts missing you I have to show him pictures of you.” Bucky spoke, scratching behind Zeppelin’s ear - his favorite spot.

You smirk. “You still have pictures of me?”

“Well yeah I-” he lets out a chuckle. “I don’t even have a reason to support that.”

The two of you watch as Zeppelin lays down in front of you on his side, whimpering and nudging you with his nose. You and Bucky laugh, scratching his side.

“Do you think Z wants his parents back together?” you question, looking at Zeppelin with a smile.

“I’d like to think he does.” Bucky nods.

“So we should.. You know.. Maybe get back together? For Zeppelin’s sake.” you look over at Bucky. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah. No kid - or dog should grow up with their parents separated.” he nods.

You both stare at each other, eyes drifting down to each others lips a couple of times. You guys stop scratching Zeppelin, much to his dismay, and Bucky lunges at you. You fall back on the floor with him on top of you, lips attached to each others in a longing kiss. Your hands find their way to his hair and you thread your fingers through the silky locks.

Bucky lets out a groan. Oh how he missed kissing you. It was interrupted all too soon by Zeppelin who tried squeezing his way between the two of you, thinking that you guys were playing around. You and Bucky pull away and turn to Zeppelin who licked your face then Bucky’s before barking. Laughing, Bucky ruffled his fur before standing up, helping you as well.

“So.. Are we back together?” he breathed out.

“Yeah.. Are you going to move back in with me?”

“I think it would be best. For Zeppelin.” Bucky nodded.

“For Zeppelin.” you repeat.

Again, you two stare at each other before your lips were on his in another kiss and again Zeppelin got excited and jumped up, barking. The two of you pull away and Bucky scoffed.

“This damn dog is a cock block.” he huffed.

You laugh and look down at Zeppelin who stared up at you and Bucky.

“Did you just call our son a dog?” you gasp.

Bucky playfully rolls his eyes. “Shut up.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Lets go home.”

“What about your stuff?” you question.

“We’ll get it tomorrow. I just wanna be with you tonight.” he hummed, kissing your cheek. Zeppelin barked. “And Zeppelin too.”


A/N: Why am I so bad at endings?? Anyways, tell me what ya think! :)

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The Cat Lady

I used to have three beautiful cats. Chloe, Jewel, and Mercy. My sweet girls. I had the perfect family. A husband Greg, my son Dylan, and of course the cats. Jewel was the snitch. Always pacing around the table, warbling for whatever we had. She had developed a taste for green beans. Mercy was the prim lady. Always cleaning herself. Always sitting on the bookshelves. And always found where I hid the cat treats.

Jewel was my favorite though. Whenever my lap was available, she was sitting there. At night she’d sleep at the foot of the bed. In the morning, she’d wake me by kneading my chest. Greg would laugh and say she was just making sure my heart hadn’t stopped. Her version of kitty CPR.

Greg and I were considering getting just one more when the accident happened. Greg was on the way to the clinic with the cats to update their vaccinations, and… well, I’m almost thankful that my babies didn’t suffer.

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anonymous asked:

Question tax: came for Lucifer the bunny and stayed for everything else. Could you do one of those breed diagnosis for Golden Retrievers? Thanks!!

Sure, since you asked so nicely. But before I say much, please note the disclaimer.

These posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.

Originally posted by clowny69

From an orthopedic viewpoint, this breed commonly develops elbow and hip dysplasia to varying extents. All breeding dogs should be screened for these conditions.

Golden Retrievers are notorious for cancer. They’re not quite as bad as Boxers, but they’re pretty damn close. In particular Lymphoma seems common in this breed, and lymphoma can occur at any age, not just necessarily older dogs. Osteosarcoma, Mast Cell Tumor and even Haemangiosarcoma occur fairly reliably. They are the more common cancers in this breed.

The most common reason for me to see Golden Retrievers in clinical practice are skin conditions, and very specifically hot spots (moist dermatitis).

Seriously, these hot spots can get so bad that sometimes I’ve had to shave 30% of the dog. Hot Spots are severely infected skin which are both very painful and itchy. They occur when there is persistent moisture trapped against the skin, and they spread rapidly because the presence of a hot spot causes more fluid exudate, so they spread rapidly if ignored. I had so many Golden Retrievers present to emergency last New Years because of hot spots that their owners thought they could leave until their regular vet opened, only to have them spread from ears to chest and cause a huge amount of discomfort for the dogs.

They develop a couple of eye conditions, of which cataracts  and progressive retinal atrophy (PRA) seem to be the most common. Blindness isn’t the end of the world for a dog, but sometimes this occurs concurrently with cognitive dysfunction (Dog senility) and that can be distressing and disorientating.

The breed is reported to be prone to von willebrands disease, a blood clotting disorder, but honestly I’m yet to encounter this in clinical practice.

Many breeders are now screening their dogs for subaortic stenosis, a congenital heart defect. There are not many congenital heart murmurs I’ve encountered in dogs, but for me, for some reason, Golden Retrievers are over-represented. Many of these dogs exceed their life expectancy (so far), but they are being carefully monitored by a specialist and we’ve not put any of them under anaesthetic.

I also have a few of these patients on the go who have idiopathic epilepsy, which often develops in middle aged dogs. They’ve all been very responsive to standard therapy so far. This condition requires lifelong medication, so owners of these dogs have been very glad they took up health insurance. 

These dogs are also big enough to get bloat (Gastric dilatation volvulus), especially the larger males who gobble their food.

Speaking of food, obesity is a common problem for this breed, and it’s associated impact on joint health. It’s very easy of overfeed and under-exercise these dogs. They’re often very loving and it’s tempting to give them lots of treats, and the weight gain can sneak up on people due to their fur.

The breed also seems to be prone to anxiety, and no matter how nice their reputation I simply can’t trust them in the clinic, especially for drawing blood. They drop into neurosis very easily, and as a surprising fact it’s Labradors and Goldens that are responsible for the most dog bites that send vets to hospital.

What Your Fave BNHA Character Says About You:

I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:

Class 1-A: Alphabetized

Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it

Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”

Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.

Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!

Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.

Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut

Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.

Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS

Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot. 

Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much

Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”

Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.

Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe

Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.

Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.

Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.

Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.

Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money. 

Yaoyorozu Momo: Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.

Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!

BONUS:

All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.

Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.

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Custody

Originally posted by grayground

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

I give full credit to the original owner of any gif or pic I use.

Length: 2,997 words

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warning: There is a racist undertone to this story and there will be a slight use of the N word.

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Painted [Lafayette x Reader]

Length: 1771 words

Genre: FLUFF

AU: Modern Time

TW: Nada

A/N: I finished this within two hours of starting it ahaha. I thought of this idea as I was painting my room. I need moar fluff so I might make a part 2 of this. 

As the sun entered your room from the window signalling the start of a new day, you sighed. You have outgrown your apartment, and you were feeling very blue. You needed a positive change in your life- everything has been very static, and though that was not a bad thing, you felt the need for a new perspective. The walls around you seemed to suffocate you- the dull in-between colour of white and cream. Just then an idea popped up in your head; you could paint your room! It would be the perfect amount of change you needed in your life. You jumped out of bed, and made your way to the bathroom to prepare yourself for the next few days. You stocked up your fridge with food because in times like this, you were not going to leave your apartment, you bought two gallons of paint- the colour you picked out was mint green, and all the painting supplies that went with it. There was something nagging you in the back of your mind, something you seemed to be forgetting, but you shrugged off the feeling and got to work. The work was more tiring than you anticipated, you took more breaks than you would like, and your fond sentiments towards the idea had turned sour. You had hoped to be done within three days, but it was now pushing five. Your food supply had dwindled down to nothing, and you were adamant on not going out to get more food until you were done. You rested on the floor of your room, looking at the unfinished mess of your room, and your stomach grumbling with hunger. You sighed. You hadn’t touched your phone in days, and there was still that nagging feeling that you were forgetting something. 

“Y/N?!”   

Oh shit. You remembered the minor detail you were forgetting. You had forgotten to get into contact with your boyfriend, Gilbert.   

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Pokemon Hunting

I wrote this a while ago as a sequel to the Movie Date imagine (back when Pokemon Go was still kind of a big deal). I’m currently working on some requests but since it’s taking me a while I figured I’d post this in the meantime! It gets a little steamy at the end, which is always fun to write but cringey to read afterwards…hope you like it more than I do ;D

Word count: 3.2k


It’s late afternoon and you’re walking around in circles in the middle of the park, nose practically pressed against your phone. According to the Pokemon Go app, there is a Bulbasaur nearby, and you’re itching to capture it.

Your phone vibrates once and you get that rush of excitement that only comes when you find a new Pokemon.

But as you scan the map for the Pokemon that just appeared, you realize there is in fact no such Pokemon. Instead, you spot the text notification at the top of the screen and sigh. What a tease. You tap the notification just before it disappears, grumbling.

It’s (c/n). He’s bored. More messages pop up, mostly meaningless spam. After he sends “(y/n)” “entertain me” several times, you stop him. Shut up (c/n) I’m busy!!

Busy? He responds. That’s not possible, you don’t have a life.

You roll your eyes. Typical. Might as well send your typical sarcastic reply. Wow I’m so offended!!!! Thought we were friends :(

A second later he texts back, Nope, sorry.

That Bulbasaur is still the primary thought on your mind. For your information I am catching Pokemon and your texts are throwing me off!

So I was right. No life.

You ignore him. Battery life is precious when it comes to Pokemon Go, and you’re not going to waste it on this idiot. You’re about to close out of the app when he texts again. Is there still a Pikachu by the train station?

You’re not far from the station, so you check the nearby Pokemon list. Sure enough, there’s Pikachu. You’ve already caught it several times. Yup, I’m at the park and it says there’s one nearby, you tell him.

You wait a few seconds for an answer, but nothing comes. You shrug and go back to the Pokemon app. Now you can finally get that damn Bulbasaur. You walk a few steps forward, and your phone buzzes again. This time it isn’t a false alarm. You swipe to throw the Pokeball, miss, swipe again, and finally catch the Bulbasaur!

Satisfied for just a moment, you quickly return to the hunt. The park is full of Pokemon, and you continue walking in circles, trying to catch em all. It’s okay, you don’t look like an idiot, because everyone else is doing it.

Maybe 20 minutes later, you’re pursuing a nearby Jigglypuff, changing directions every few seconds to try and find it. “Dammit, Jigglypuff, where the hell are you!” you mutter to yourself.

You’re not expecting an answer, but you get one anyway. “Right here,” announces a familiar voice, from a few feet away. It can’t be…

You spin around. Standing there in front of you is none other than (c/n) himself. He grins at your dumbfounded expression.

“(C/n)?!” you exclaim. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugs innocently. “I told you, I really want that Pikachu!”

You shake your head in disbelief. “And you got your mom to drive 20 minutes for a Pikachu?”

He chuckles. “No, actually it was the very dear friend that convinced her. She couldn’t care less about Pikachu.”

You didn’t miss the part where he called you a “very dear friend.” You have to hold back a smile as you respond, “Wow, she just doesn’t get it.”

“I know, right? Utterly clueless, that woman,” he says, sighing in mock disapproval. “So, where is it?”

“You get Pikachu after I get the Jigglypuff,” you say sternly. You walk over to (c/n), and a buzz indicates he wasn’t lying about the Jigglypuff. You catch it quickly. “Yess!”

“Yaaaaay,” says (c/n). “Now can we go?”

“Okay, okay. Follow me.”

You lead (c/n) across the street to where the train station is. “It should be around here somewhere. It’s two footprints away.”

“Maybe it’s on the other side,” (c/n) suggests.

“Okay,” you agree. You push open the door and walk through the short hallway, lined with benches on either side that are always filled with people, who can be kind of sketchy looking.

“Don’t make eye contact,” you hiss in his ear.


“Roger that, Agent (y/l/n).” he whispers back.

You roll your eyes. What a massive dork. You tell him that. “You’re a massive dork.”

“Right, but you love me anyway,” he says teasingly.

Your heart skips a beat. Of course, he’s joking around, like you always do over text. He means a platonic “love.” He tosses the word around lightly, and since he does it, you do it too.

“Yup. Love you anyway.” You’ve reached the opposite door. You open it and step out. The thick, warm air hits you again, suffocating after even a brief moment of air conditioning.

“God, it’s hot,” you grumble, fanning yourself.

(C/n) perks up. “Ooh, look, Starbucks!” He points excitedly across the street. It’s strange hearing that from a tall guy with a relatively low voice. This kid has no sense of shame. But that’s probably part of the reason you like him so much.

“You’re such a white girl, honestly,” you inform him, a mixture of exasperation and affection in your voice.

“Let’s get some cold drinks!” He’s like a dog straining at his leash.

You would love to, of course. You love Starbucks, like all basic girls. (Which includes (c/n), apparently.) “I didn’t bring any money,” you tell him, kicking yourself mentally. You’ve missed the chance for a Starbucks date with (c/n) - your two favorite things!

“I did,” he says proudly. He takes a crumpled 20 dollar bill out of his pocket and waggles it in your face.

“Wow, you thought ahead,” you say, impressed. “Good thing, cause now I really want a frap.” You check for cars and start crossing the street to Starbucks.

(C/n) follows you. “Don’t think I was counting on buying you food! This is a one time service and I expect you to pay me back with interest. 100% compounded every day.”

“Sounds reasonable,” you tell him, opening the door to Starbucks. Home sweet home.

When you get to the counter, (c/n) steps in front of you. “One tall iced coffee and one tall mocha frap with whipped cream.” He glances down at the display of candies and mints, and picks up an after coffee gum. “And one of these.”

He pays and hands the gum to you. “Oh, thanks.” You suppress a smile, impressed again. “You nailed my order.”

He rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. You snapchat me from Starbucks at least once a week.”

If this were a real date you’d be ticking off the boxes. Prepared, check. Pays for me, check. Observational skills and memory, check.

But it’s not a real date, you remind yourself. We’re just friends!

You grab your drinks and exit Starbucks together. “Okay,” says (c/n), “Now I’m ready to find Pikachu.” He pulls out his phone and opens the app again. “Hey, it’s right here!”

You watch him catch the Pokemon, his face lit up with happiness. He’s like a little boy sometimes, you think with a smile.

“You good?” you ask after a few seconds. “There are other Pokemon to catch, you know!”

“Have patience,” he says, rather condescendingly. You elbow him. “Okay, okay, I’m done. I caught him!” He pauses. “Or her.”

“Do they have genders though?” you wonder aloud as you start walking down the street.

“How should I know?” He follows behind you, looking down at his phone.

Another Pokemon appears, and you stop in your tracks to catch it. (C/n) careens into you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground. You stumble, but he grabs your arm and steadies you. “Smooth, (y/n),” he says mockingly.

“I could say the same about you. Watch where you’re going maybe, so you don’t kill me next time?”

“Oh so it’s my fault now?”

You just roll your eyes at him. He laughs and ruffles your hair. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t touch my hair!”

After a while of wandering around, following various Pokemon wherever they take you, you notice the sky starting to turn orange. It’s already late evening. Time flies…You’re close to the parking garage now, which gives you an idea.

“Look, the sun’s setting!” You nudge him until he looks up from his phone. “There’s a great view from the roof of the parking garage. Wanna go?”

“Sure, why not?” He follows you to the staircase and up onto the roof.

You walk to the edge and lean on the railing. It’s peacefully empty up here, and sunset or not it’s a nice view from this high up. You can see a lot of the town, most of which you and (c/n) have walked through at some point today.

He must be thinking the same thing, because he says, “Good work today, (y/n). I owe my new Pikachu to you.”

“And I got some mileage on my incubator so that’s progress,” you say, pulling out your phone to check. On the screen is an egg that looks like it’s about to hatch. “Aaand there it is.” You watch expectantly as the egg cracks, rattles, and finally breaks open to reveal…a Pidgey.

“Are you fucking-” You facepalm, and mime throwing your phone over the railing.

“Hey, hey, careful!” (c/n) protests, grabbing the phone out of your hands. “That Pidgey is basically my child. You will treat it with respect!”

“Your child? I’m the one who walked 5 kilometers for a Pidgey!” You shake your head in exasperation.

“Yeah, and I walked with you, so it’s a joint responsibility, I’d say.”

You roll your eyes. “If that really makes you happy, sure.” Someday we’ll have a real child together, you think jokingly, although whether you’re really joking is hard to say.

You turn your attention back to the setting sun. The whole sky has been transformed into a pinkish-orange blanket above your heads.

“See? Our sunsets are the best,” you say proudly, elbowing him.

“I guess it’s kind of nice,” he says with that fake bored arrogance, smirking a little because he knows it’ll annoy you. His face is tinted orange, making him look exceptionally pretty, and you can’t help but look at him for a little too long. He glances at you, an eyebrow raised. “Stop staring at me, it’s creeping me out.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” you say awkwardly, turning away quickly. God, how embarrassing. Now you’re blushing. Great. He laughs at you, watching your reaction. “Kidding, relax.”

You grumble silently. This kid is so annoying. Why do you like him again? You sneak a glance back at him, and he’s still just as cute as before. Oh right, that’s why.

“Okay, gotta snapchat this before the sun goes down.” You reach into your pocket for your phone before remembering (c/n) still has it. You put your hand out. “Phone please?”

“Can I trust you to take care of my child?” he says, pointing to the Pidgey still on the screen.

“Sure, whatever,” you reply, knowing full well you’ll transfer it for candy as soon as he’s gone.

He narrows his eyes. “That’s not very convincing,” he complains, but relents and gives you the phone anyway. You post an artsy picture of the sunset to your story, and then take a selfie with (c/n) and send it to your friends. They’ll definitely appreciate that, you think with a smile.


The sun has just about finished going down and the pink is being sucked out of the sky, replaced by increasingly dark blue. “Damn, it’s late,” you say casually. You consider asking if he should call for a ride home now, but you’re not going to send him away before he wants to go. You’ll just wait for him to bring it up.

“I should probably call for a ride.” There it is. “Good idea,” you agree. You make your way back down the stairs as he calls his mom.

He hangs up as you get to the bottom. “They’re eating dinner already. I probably shouldn’t have stayed out this late. Mom said it’ll be another ten minutes at least before she leaves.”

“Oh, sorry,” you respond lamely. “Umm…the pizzeria is still open if you need something to eat.”

(C/n) grins. “Pizza sounds great.” He reaches into his pocket. “If I still have money left over from spending it all on you.” He pulls out a ten dollar bill.

“Great, that’s just enough for pizza and ice cream for both of us. Thanks (c/n)!” you say cheerfully. He starts to protest, but you interrupt. “I missed dinner too! I’m starving.”

“Hey, this is not my fault! You lost track of time too.”

“Yeah, but if you hadn’t come in the first place we wouldn’t have a problem, so whose fault is that?” you point out.

He pouts. “I wanted to see you.”

You soften a little, holding back a smile. Then he adds, “Mostly I wanted Pikachu.”

You fling your hands up like a tired mom. “Ugh! You and that stupid Pikachu. Okay, let’s get some pizza before we starve to death.”

You get in the nonexistent line for pizza; the place is empty. (C/n) buys two plain slices, and you throw in an ice cream bar from the cooler.


You walk back outside and stroll down the sidewalk, cramming the pizza hungrily into your mouths. Of course, it’s way too hot. The tomato sauce scalds the roof of your mouth. “Ow, ow, ow, burnt my mouth,” you say between huffs of breath.

(C/n) grimaces in agreement. “Tastes like betrayal,” he says, glaring at the pizza. “Give me that ice cream.”

“No! It’s mine!” You hug the ice cream bar against yourself protectively. (C/n) grins menacingly and pounces, wrestling it out of your grip. You try to hold it out of his reach, but that’s a joke, since he’s way taller than you.

“Ha!” he says triumphantly, unwrapping the ice cream and biting off a chunk. “Aaah, much better. Very soothing. Thanks!”

“You’re not welcome,” you grumble, going back to your pizza slice.

“This is America, (y/n). Gotta pay taxes.” He grins at you.

“Can I have my ice cream back now?”

“Yours? I’m sorry, who paid for this?” He smacks his lips. “Plus this is really good. I think I’ll keep it.”

“You didn’t even finish your pizza!” you point out desperately.

“This hoe?” He holds up the half eaten slice. “This thing hurt me, and I’m not ready to trust it again.” He smiles innocently as you glower at him.

“Right, okay, I’m taking this back,” you announce before lunging at him and prying the ice cream out of his hand. He shrieks dramatically and tries to grab it back, dropping his pizza. It lands cheesy side down on the pavement.

“Nice one,” you tease, picking it up and walking it to the nearest trash can. “Guess it doesn’t like you either.” You take a bite of your ice cream. “Yum.”

He glares at you, hands now empty of any food. “I’m still hungry! Since that was clearly your fault I’m taking your pizza.”

You shrug. “Fine, as long as I get the ice cream.”

You finish the rest of your meal without further drama, thankfully. (C/n) checks his phone. “My mom just left. So that means another twenty minutes until she actually gets here.”

“Pokemon go?” you suggest.

“Pokemon go,” he agrees.

Once again, you open the app together and start the search again for Pokemon, only this time in the dark.

“There’s a Snorlax nearby!” (c/n) exclaims after a moment.

“Yeah, it’s just one footstep away. Probably over here.” You take a few steps forward, but nothing happens.

“Nah, it’s definitely this way.” His voice is a few feet away. You turn around and see him walking slowly into a narrow alleyway. You hiss at him. “(C/n)! No! There are probably serial killers hiding in there!”

He chuckles. “Are you scared?” he taunts. “That’s too bad, because I found the Snorlax.”

“Really?” You sigh and steel yourself to follow him in. This is such a sketchy alleyway, you tell yourself. It’s too dark for this. But Snorlax are rare, and you’re not missing this chance just because it’s a bit dark.

You take a couple steps towards (c/n). “It’s still one footstep away.”

“Well, I’m standing right here and I can clearly see it.” He makes an impatient “come here” gesture, so you walk closer to him. “Still nothing,” you tell him.

He shrugs. “It’s RIGHT here.”

You sigh and walk a little closer, waiting for the buzz. A little closer. You’re practically touching him.

“Come closer,” he says in a low voice.

Your breath hitches. The atmosphere has suddenly changed. You look up, and (c/n)’s eyes meet yours, a half smile playing on his face. Slowly, you step forward. Your chest is touching his.

“Closer.” It comes out a husky whisper, tickling your ear.

You take another small step. You’re pressed against him.

His hands land on your back and hold you there. His phone is gone, slipped in his pocket already. With your head barely reaching his chin, you can feel his heart beating rapidly. You let out a shaky breath. (C/n) chuckles at your nervousness and you feel it rumbling in his chest.

You look up uncertainly. Your faces are only inches apart. When you meet his eyes, you know instantly what he’s about to do.

(C/n) leans down and closes the remaining distance, crashing his lips onto yours. Your body responds involuntarily, pressing closer to him, your fingers weaving into his hair, your lips parting to let him explore your mouth with his tongue.

His hands move down to your hips and his thumbs slide under your shirt. In your haze you notice his hands slowly inching up your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

You want to stop him, but chills are running down your spine at his touch and, come to think of it, you don’t really want to after all. Plus, why not take this opportunity to do some exploring of your own? Your hands slip under his shirt and roam around his chest, feeling the faint presence of abs. Damn. This boy has clearly done some sit-ups.

(C/n), to his credit, doesn’t feel you up to the extent that you do him. Instead, he moves his hands to your back and pulls you into him again, then rests them on your butt. He unglues his face from yours and brushes his lips against your neck, sending a whole new wave of chills through your body. He must be having trouble reaching you, though, because he grabs your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he presses you against the brick wall of the alley.

This continues for a good five or ten minutes - you wouldn’t really know. Finally you break away, both gasping for breath. (C/n) puts you down, face visibly flushed even in the growing darkness. He grins and runs a hand through his already messed up hair. “Well,” he says, as if stating a fact.

“Well,” you agree.

You look around, remembering where you are. A dark alley. How did you even get here?

“There was no Snorlax, was there?” you say in teasing annoyance.

“Nope.” He grins. He has no shame. “Not here, anyway.”

“You dirty slut.”

heliocentrism || part one

Request: amy goes undercover for some time (months maybe??). Jake goes crazy because he misses her like hell and is worried about her. He is very sad. Then she comes back and they are very cute (lots of fluff please!!)

Written by: elsaclack

Genres: Angst, romance, hurt/comfort, drama

Part two

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Title: Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder
AU: Flower shop across the street from a Tattoo shop AU
Summary: Rei loved flowers. Big, small, extravagant, or simple – they were always beautiful. An art form that had no appeal for him, however, were tattoos. So when he came in early one day to open up his family’s flower shop and saw the sign, Samezuka Tattoos, he just about had an aneurysm.
(Part 1 of a gift for the Queen of RinRei. fallen-lucifiel. This is way off from a picnic date but when this came to my mind, I just had to write it. I hope you enjoy the story!)

Rei loved flowers.

Big, small, extravagant, or simple – they were always beautiful. And as a man of finer tastes, Rei always had an appreciation, for what he considered, the finer things in life.

Like pretty dresses.

Foam art on coffee.

And there was also the beauty of sports, like track and swimming.

They were all forms of art in his eyes. But an art form that had no appeal in Rei’s eyes, however, were tattoos. He didn’t get why some people enjoyed riddling their skin with funky, often weird, pictures.

It made no sense.

So when Rei came in early to open his family’s flower shop that day and saw a sign that read, Samezuka Tattoos, across the street, he just about had an aneurysm.

“What is this?!”

Riku Ryugazaki shot his brother a lazy, apathetic look of irritation. It was too early in the morning to hear Rei’s pterodactyl screeching. “I’m looking over inventory again.” He waved the clipboard in his hand before staring back at the plants in the ‘Fridge’, as the two of them often called it.

“Not that.” Rei shot his brother a ‘C’mon be serious’ look before pulling him to the front of the shop, his arms making a grand gesture at the major problem before them. “That!”

Riku blinked, unimpressed. “Rei, I need to see haw many daffodils we still have in stock.” Then with a flick on the tip of the shorter blunette’s nose, the elder made his way back to where he was previously. “It’s not that big a deal.”

Rei gasped in horror. “Having such a mistake near all these flowers, ” He looked back at the looming tattoo parlour with a glare and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It’s a disgrace to all things beautiful!” In frustration, he clenched his fists.

Rei’s mother, Hiyoko, appeared around the corner with a look of concern. “What’s wrong, Rei?”

“The tattoo shop across the street happened.” Riku answered before Rei had the chance.

With a noise of pleasant surprise, the Ryugazaki matriarch smiled. “Oh, it’s finally open?” She gave a small clap of enjoyment after turning around to look at it. “Well, it’s not ready for business yet, but it probably will be sometime this week or next week. They must have done all the finishing touches last night.”

“Wait you all knew about this?” Rei gaped.

Hiyoko nodded in confirmation, “I thought you already knew, sweetie.”

Her assumption couldn’t have been more wrong. From the shark-like design that served as the shop’s door, Rei thought it was a pet store that specialized in selling fish. The building, er studio, was medium-sized, about the size of the flower shop. It was dark in colouring, Rei figured it was to make any fish tanks on display seem more vibrant at night.

Rei had been excited.

Fish were beautiful. Well, most of them were.

But that excitement had completely deflated with this revelation.

Rei’s father, Yuu, clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Oh cheer up scamp.” The middle-aged man grinned.

The blunette’s violet eyes averted their gaze, “But it’s not beautiful.” Permanent art was different with a living canvas. Every mistake, every screw up, was on that person’s skin forever. The thought of that happening to him nearly made Rei cringe.

“Never mind your personal preferences. You’ll treat the owner with respect, understand?” Hiyoko’s tone left no room for an argument, and reluctantly, Rei nodded. “Good. Now Riku, did you double check-”

“Yes ma’am.” Riku walked over and placed the clipboard in his mother’s hands. “Everything is accounted for and we should be getting that new shipment of carnations next week.” Hiyoko gave a pleased smile.

Life in the Ryugazaki Flower Shop was starting to bloom (pun somewhat intended).

Riku ruffled Rei’s hair, “Come on, little brother. Time to make some arrangements.” That made Rei feel a little better. At least that accursed shop wouldn’t open for a few days from the looks of it, so that meant a few days of beautiful peace.

“Alright.”

Tying his butterfly print apron around his body, Rei set off to work. Making arrangements was Rei’s favourite activity in the shop. There was nothing like the thrill of making a fragrant focal point with equally fragrant accents beautiful and turning it into a customer’s dream. His lips spread into a smile as he grabbed a large vase and when he got back to his and Riku’s joint workspace, there were ferns, ivy, baby’s breath, tulips, daisies, lilies, and gladioluses. “Do you want me to get a vase for you too?”

Riku nodded gratefully, “Yeah, thanks. I’ll get the plant food.” 

Despite the questioning, this had become more of routine habit for two of them ever since they were trusted with the floral knives to cut stems. Rei got the vases and filled them with water, Riku got the plants for the day and plant food, Hiyoko usually managed the phone and big orders, and Yuu mainly did the deliveries.

Even if it was just another way Hiyoko got her family to spend time with one another, Rei loved it here.

The smells were pleasant and the atmosphere was warm, even when it got the occasional chill froma  high maintenance customer.

“Aaaand, we’re open!” Rei’s father announced proudly.

“But we might as well be closed, we’ve hardly been getting any customers lately.” Riku complained, trying to decide which colour tulip would go best with the white gladioluses he chose.

Hiyoko chuckled, “Just wait till dance season comes. The time for corsages, bouquets, and whatnot. You’ll wish for more calm days.” Funnily enough, dance season was right around the corner.

Rei smiled ambitiously, “I want to do an arrangement for a wedding one day.” He had yet to do one.

Yuu made a face, “No you don’t son,” he shuddered from a memory. “I’ve dealt with one too many bridezillas in the past, specifically your Aunt Atsuko. Warm child my behind.”

“Dear!” Hiyoko gave Yuu’s arm a light, playful slap. “Not in front of the boys!”

“She’s their least favourite Aunt anyway, ow!”

Rei and Riku laughed at the scene before them. Aunt Atsuko was, for a lack of a better word, a bridezilla in and out of weddings. Everything, from her seasonings to her sticky notes, had to be meticulously organized or there would be a need for funeral arrangements for everyone within a five mile radius.

And finished! Rei placed his hands on his hips proudly. Three stargazer lilies with five accompanying gladiolus flowers in the back, ferns and ivy with a few brunches of baby’s breath filling the holes. The degrees and angles they are all set at don’t clash… Perfect! “This might possibly be my most beautiful piece!”

“You say that about every piece you make, Rei.” Riku teased. He was just finishing up his own arrangement. White gladioluses, pink tulips.

“But it’s feels wrong to not say that about each one.” Rei replied and he placed the arrangement on a display column. It felt like saying one of your friends was better than the other. It didn’t settle with him right.

Their mother gave a huff of amusement, watching her boys. “Rei gets that from me. I used to talk to the flowers here all the time when I was pregnant with him, maybe that’s the reason.”

It probably explained Rei’s sense of beauty as well, but no one was going to say anything.

Rei grabbed another vase and Riku, blinked. “Oh yeah, Dad,” Riku called over his shoulder. “The Konami Delivery is today right?”

After hearing his name being called, the male walked back into the flower shop from the backdoor. “Yup,” he was looking over the map for his routes. He wasn’t much of a believer in the GPS system. “But that’s one pretty close by so I could probably just walk there… But the walk back will clash with my 1:30 and 2:00 deliveries time-wise.”  He looked over at his wife, “Yoko, do you have any plans for today?”

“I still need to finish up the puppy arrangements for today.” Hiyoko answered thoughtfully. “But I’m sure if I get the first ten done, I’ll be able to finish the other ten when I get back in time before Yoshimura-san gets here.” Yoshimura was the neighbourhood dog lover, who worked over at the pound. He was a regular here.

“I can do it.” Rei cut in. 

Yuu and Hiyoko looked in his direction, “Really?”

Rei nodded, “Riku-nii-san, did the last walk-in delivery, so I can do this one.” With a smile of reassurance, Rei pushed up his glasses. “I’ll just need the directions and coordinates–”

“Oookay, dear.” Hiyoko sweatdropped. Where Rei got his need to calculate everything, she had no clue.

“So what time must I leave at?” Rei asked, walking over to his dad.

“One.”

Then after making several more arrangements with his brother and contemplating whether or not he’d be seeing his childhood friend, Haruka that day, the time for Rei to leave finally arrived.

Rei readjusted his grip on the giant delivery for the third time in a row. It was a ‘birthday cake’ made entirely of orange and yellow daisies. “I’m off!” He called over his shoulder, to his surprise, Riku was already outside of the door.

“Be safe out there, Rei.” Riku said warily. “Don’t talk to strangers, and make sure you look both ways before crossing the streets.”

“What am I a child?” Rei sweatdropped.

Riku fake sniffled and shoved his face into his hands. “My baby is growing up and finally going into the big, cold world!”

Rei rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but laugh anyway. “I’ll make sure to visit.” He took a step forward, but he stopped. “Oh, and make sure that Mother doesn’t forget about the food in the oven.” Well mini-oven, mircrowave thing.

“Oh, I’m already on it.” With their mother’s clumsy tendencies she usually burnt or straight up ruined meals. But the meals she didn’t mess up were quite good, so the Ryugazaki males of the house made it a tendency to watch over their dinner like hawks when it was her night to cook. “Today’s my night in the kitchen. I’m making stew tonight.”

With a sound of acknowledgement, Rei started his walking again feeling decent for the day, but after unintentionally looking over at Samezuka Tattoos, he felt drained.

At the very least this gave him thirty minutes away from that atrocity.

And, Rei noted, the warm tones of the flowers seemed to be telling him to cheer up. At least he hoped so, he couldn’t remember the specific meanings behind yellow and orange daisies.

It was nice.

Flowers were nicer company in comparison to humans on occasions.

 ‘They don’t talk, but they still have voices’, his mother once told him. He hadn’t really understood that until he experienced teasing from his fellow classmates back in elementary and middle school. 

Rei had got up to the second light when he readjusted his hands again. He was getting closer to his destination at last, he realized with a smile.

A cherry blossom passed through the corner of his eye and Rei looked up, his smile growing. In a few months, the cherry blossoms would be in full bloom. The Hanami Festival was his favourite holiday. He couldn’t wait to see it once more.

“’Scuse me!”

Rei fell out his stupor just in time to see the jogger running towards him, and with a start, clumsily moved one side of the sidewalk. “Woah!” A pair of large hands under the arrangement steadied him from falling and dropping anything. 

The bespeculated boy released a sigh of relief as he saw the daisies made it unscathed. “Thank goodness,” with a small gulp, Rei looked up to see his helper. “Thank you…” Rei was speechless.

This boy was gorgeous!

He had semi-long maroon colored hair and a vibrant pair of red eyes. “It’s no problem.” Rei held his breath as the boy’s moving lips revealed two rows of shark-like teeth. “You think you can hold this on your own now?” He had on a track suit, his sleeves still rolled down despite how warm it must have been gaining all that heat from moving around.

“Oh! Yes!” Rei flushed in embarrassment and fixed his grip once again. “Sorry for disturbing your run.”

The boy just shrugged dismissively. “It’s fine.” He looked down at the floral cake with a whistle. “Is this a delivery or…?”

“Oh, it’s a delivery.” With another start, Rei remembered he was running on a limited time. “Er, I still need to deliver it actually.”

Jog Man, as Rei was now going to label him, was nonchalant. “Alright, you don’t mind the company do you? I don’t get to see flower boys too often.” He was grinning teasingly.

At first, Rei thought he was being made fun of, but after seeing the lack of ill will in those red eyes he nodded and made their way to the other sidewalk. “Thank you again for helping me.”

“I don’t mind.” The maroon-haired individual replied. “Hey, I think I’ve seen you before.” Rei looked at him in surprise. “Do you work at that flower shop across from Samezukas?” He leaned in closer, well as close as it could be exceptionally allowed between strangers.

“Er, yes. Ryugazaki Flowers.” He mentioned the tattoo shop. Does that mean everyone else is only going to recognize us because we’re right by it? He felt more disdain for the parlour.

Jog Man brought Rei out of his thoughts. “Something wrong?”

Rei shook his hands, “No, I’m,” he averted his gaze. “Just not that fond of tattoos.”

“Oh.”

Thankfully, the jogging stranger didn’t ask anymore questions on the subject. The only people that usually agreed with Rei’s opinion of tattoos were close-minded elderly people, not young adults radically changing the world. Especially not beautiful strangers with red eyes and shark-like teeth.

“So…” Jog Man started up again awkwardly, “You can make flower arrangements into cakes, huh?”

“Yes, and just about anything if you have the time and creativity for it.” Rei said excitedly. “Like puppies, pin wheels, a portrait.”

Jog Man chuckled, “Well I guess I’ll have to stop by and look at your shop then.”

Rei smiled, “Please do.” 

They chatted off-and-on the entire time, and when Rei finally reached his destination the near permanent smile on his face sank. Sure he made the delivery in time, but that meant that his time with this beautiful man was over. “Well, it was very nice talking to you.” He bowed as politely as he could with a large cake shape flower arrangement in his hands.

“Yeah, to you too.” Jog Man gave a smile of his own. “I’ll see you around then.” And with a two-fingered wave, the maroon-haired boy left and Rei looked on at his back for as long as he could before tapping on the door with his foot in a makeshift knocking motion.

He doubted he’d actually ever see Jog Man again.

That would be too coincidental, and even if they were to cross paths again it would be months from now for a special occasion, like flowers for his girlfriend. Sure there was no guarantee on Jog Man’s preference on potential partner’s, but with his luck, Rei figured he’d be taken nonetheless. 

Rei sighed, but perked up when he heard the locks turning on the other side of the door. “I’m here with your floral cake delivery, ma’am!”

But the moment was nice while it lasted.

[;`;]

“Rei, Mom wants you.”

Rei turned off the water hose and pulled a handkerchief out his pockets to dry them. “Coming.”

It had been a week since his clumsy encounter with the maroon-haired boy he called Jog Man and, as Rei expected, he hadn’t seen hair of him since. Funny enough, Rei still felt disappointed. Then to add on to his list of issues, Samezuka Tattoos had officially opened the previous day.

Now he had the ‘pleasure’ of seeing pictures in its windows, one of people wearing tattoos for advertisement. 

Peachy.

“Is something wrong, Mom?”

Hiyoko shook her head, “No, I just want you to do me a favour. I’m a little behind on this bouquet and Riku’s already helping me so I was wondering if you could do it.”

Rei didn’t see anything wrong with that, “Is it another delivery?” But once again, Hiyoko shook her head and she entered the pantry in the back of the shop. When she came out, she had a small box in her hand.

“Well, it sort of is,” She gave a warm smile. “Do you think you could give this to the fellows at that new tattoo shop? I wanted to give them some Ryugazaki hospitality.”

“Eh?” Rei felt his jaw drop. “Eeeeh?!”

The Ryugazaki woman held up Rei’s hands and placed the purple box in them. “Since you promised to be well-mannered with who ever opened up that shop, I figured that you could start by giving the owners these cookies.” From behind them, Rei swore he heard an amused sound of prevented laughter coming from Riku.

“B-but, what about Dad?”

“Now, now, you promised.” Hiyoko reminded sternly. “And your father isn’t here right now, he had an errand. So please be a dear and do this for your mother, I meant to do it earlier but, this is a really important bouquet.” Actually, every bouquet was important in Hiyoko’s eyes but Rei figured now wasn’t the best time to point that out.

With his head hungover in defeat, Rei sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Make new friends little brother.”  Riku snickered and Rei glared over at him briefly before taking a slow sum of steps out the door.

He really didn’t want to do this.

The neon red ‘OPEN’ felt like it was mocking him. Daring him even. Or it might have been the shark-head design of the door.

Rei wasn’t sure how, but he felt like he was somewhere in the right direction with it. But having a stare down with the door seemed like the most illogical thing to do, from his and everyone else’s perspectives.

So with a deep breath, Rei opened the door. “Er, hello?” He called out to the empty parlour. It would probably take a while for the customers to come flocking in he supposed. “Hello!” Were they on break and just forgot to turn off the sign? He really wanted them to be on break.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” Came a voice from the back, it was muffled.

Another sigh escaped Rei’s lips, his discomfort getting to him. That was when he noticed the other figure in the room and jumped in surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were here um…” The other person was a male, and he was very tall, with droopy teal eyes and dark brown hair. He was very intimidating.

“Are you the owner?” Rei asked at last.

The man gave a slight head movement, a nod(?), “Co-owner.” He gave Rei an up-down look over. “You want a tattoo or something?” 

“Hey, hey, Sousuke!” Came the voice from the backroom now sounding much more clearer now that it was out in the open. And much more familiar. “You aren’t scaring the customers are you?”

It couldn’t be. Rei’s eyes widened and he turned around.

It was; and without a track suit, revealing long tan arms decorated with long, bold tattoos. “Jog Man-san?”

‘Jog Man’ blinked in surprise, but he broke out into a grin. “Flower Boy!”

Rei wasn’t one to believe in things that were hard to prove, but he was quite sure this is what one would call God’s horrible idea of a joke.

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If you had to choose from the boys (including Zayn) who would be your first choice to hang out? What's your order of fondness for them? (Ex: Liam Zayn Niall Louis Harry )

Oh man this is a pretty difficult question. I think I have a pretty equal and high fondness for all of them, but for very different reasons. It would really depend on the situation and what kind of mood I was in. I’m just going to go in alphabetical order of who I would want to hang out with when. I mean I’d be down like a clown to hang out with any of them all the time, but here are the various instances I feel like they’d be better suited to be company for. 

Harry

I want to sit at home drinking red wine, watching standup on Netflix and talking about anything and everything. I call Harry, we drink out of candle holders that look like wine glasses because they can hold a bottle of wine each. Like in Cougar Town. We laugh because we both refer to the glasses as Big Carl and then talk about Courteney Cox for an hour. Eventually his boyfriend Louis gets home from work and makes fun of us for our rouge tinted mouths before grabbing his own Big Carl and pouring three Coronas into it. 

Liam

I want to go clubbing so I take my favourite up and coming DJ, Payno, to go cut some mad shapes up on the dance floor. We then hit up the nearest fast food we can find before going over to his boyfriend Zayn’s house to smoke weed in his treehouse. 

Louis

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” 

“Come over.”

Two hours, six beers and one joint later we’re getting tattoos as Louis is arranging for a private plane to take us to Vegas, but then his boyfriend Harry shows up and we decide to hit up the meditation tea house instead for some more weed and a Fifa tournament. I don’t know how to play Fifa so it makes him even more mad when I win the first round and then he ends up beating me 4-1 in a best of five and then Harry is bringing in the Big Carl glasses filled with gin and tonics and then it’s 2 am and we’re in the pool. Niall arrived at some point, but no one is quite sure when. 

Niall

I have a problem and I want to get aggressively drunk and tell my good friend Niall all about it. His carefree demeanour is a good front for his deep soul which offers the best advice in town. We solve my problem in fifteen minutes then continue to drink and eventually end up in a bar that also has an arcade playing skeeball and pinball all night.

Zayn

I have a really good idea for a book and I need to see if it sounds crazy or not. I stand at the base of Zayn’s self-made treehouse considering the fact that he probably knows absolutely nothing about structural integrity of tree houses before he sticks his head out and says, “Cos I knuh about buildin a tree haus,” because I didn’t realise that I actually shouted, “DO YOU EVEN KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY OF TREE HOUSES?!” I warily walk across his rope ladder thing and he shoves a glass of whiskey into my hand as I enter and after downing it in one we smoke some creative weed and by the end of the night we’ve created an entire storyboard for the book. Eventually we hear a dog whinging and see Liam precariously carrying him across the rope bridge and into the tree house because it missed Zayn. At least Liam blames it on the dog missing Zayn, but really it was Liam.

Dan Howell Hated The Holidays

Tittle: Dan Howell Hated The Holidays

Summary: Dan’s a divorce lawyer. Phil needs to get divorced. 

Word Count: 10.1K

Warnings/Triggers: Divorce, mentions of/implied sex, swearing, at one point someone breaks their ankle, pregnancy, and brief mentions of homophobia.

A/N: I have been working on this for the past 2 weeks and honey, I am so happy with it. Not the greatest I could do, but I am happy. I literally watched 4 hours of Star Wars movies yesterday trying to finish this and, fun fact, I was watching Darth Vader’s death scene as I wrote the make-out session. Enjoy!

*

The weather was freezing. 

It was just another thing that Dan hated about the season. People were overly joyous about a concept of being jolly, even if everyone was actually depressed and just cramming cookies down their thought to forget their problems. Shops were obsessed with sales and promotions, tacky and annoying songs were overplayed nearly constantly. The most horrendous of sweaters made a appearance out of closets when they should be burned instead. Dan could go on and on about how all the traditions were ridiculous and how nobody actually wants to talk about politics with their family on Christmas Eve, but he felt his opinion was pretty clear. He hates Christmas. 

Ever since he was a kid, he just couldn’t get in the spirit. The last time he could remember feeling properly happy and jolly was when he was 6, unless you count the year he was so drunk he was totally out of it. Dan’s teenage years were a blur of teenage angst and moodiness, something that hasn’t - and probably won’t ever – completely disappear. He was used to this, so was his mom, there really wasn’t really a reason to stop. Dan wasn’t even sure he could if he was forced to. It was his thing, his trademark, to hate the holidays.
So Dan grumbled along to work, not looking forward to sitting in front of a desk and helping a couple that’s been married for 10 years divorce. Although, he did really feel like that summed up the holidays. But Dan went to work anyways, he had to pay the bills. He stopped in Starbucks before hand, grabbing a warm coffee to make the day slightly more tolerable. He sipped at his drink, making sure to drink it slowly so that he didn’t burn his mouth. The tube was overcrowded this morning, something he always found incredibly annoying. Tourists were everywhere, treating the tube as if it was a tourist attraction in itself. Dan supposed that it was, in its own right.

He had to keep pushing his scarf off his chin. It was getting too close to his mouth, little pieces of fuzz getting stuck in his mouth. He almost started spitting them before becoming insanely aware that he was in public, not his own house. Quickly glancing down to the ground, hoping that nobody noticed. Finally, he arrived at his stop. He rushed off at the stop, his briefcase hitting his leg repeatedly. He climbed the stairs, emerging in busy London. He walked the two blocks to his office building, nodding at the receptionist. He walked back to the where the elevators are located. He pulled at his scarf to loosen it around his neck, it now hanged in two pieces down his front. He walked into the awaiting elevator with another two men, both colleagues of his. The three men stood awkwardly, all silently agreeing to not talk. When the door opened again, Dan was the first off. He didn’t care if it seemed rude. 

He took notice that the office was decorated with tinsel and fake snowflakes. A few Christmas trees were scattered around the cubicles. Dan sighed, walking over to his small office. He sat at his desk, realizing he still had about 20 minutes before his appointment with his newest couple. He was a divorce lawyer. It was tiring to see so many couples crash and burn after. There was always tears and yelling and fighting over custody. The holidays always increased the stress, both in him and the couple. The holidays always brought divorce, Dan always bought extra tea around the holidays. 

He escaped to the break room, snatching a pastry from the plate that was left out every morning. He munched away, keeping an eye on the clock. He had ten minutes to set up his office for the first appointment with his clients. There tended to be two types of couples. The ones who were getting divorced because they weren’t in love anymore. Those were the easiest to deal with, they tended to be more civil and had a better idea of what they wanted in the divorce. The second type of couple were the ones who were getting divorced because they were fighting too much. They usually were in their late twenties or early thirties and usually had a kid or two, sometimes three. Those were the hardest to see, their problems usually blinded them and caused words to be said that didn’t need to be. But divorce was ugly, that was the truth.
Dan retreated back to his office, making sure that everything was in place. It was nearly 9, the time of the appointment. Just on queue, the receptionist called up to him. 

“Dan, the Lesters are here." 

"Send them up." 

He pulled up their notes on his computer, waiting for the knock on the door. Sure enough, the knock came and he replied with a simple "Come in,” At his words, a young couple walked into his office. The man, who Dan presumed to be Mr. Lester, had glasses and dark black hair that fell past his eyebrows. His skin was a snowy pale and he was tall, probably nearly as tall as Dan. Mrs. Lester was his opposite, dark skin and beautiful freckles dotted across her face with rosy cheeks. Her hair was braided back from her face, and she was short, probably around 5'4. They didn’t seem to be fighting terribly, but first impressions quickly changed. 

“Have a seat,” Dan said, gesturing to the seats in front of him. The couple obliged, each taking a seat and putting their focus back on him once they were seated. “Usually we start out acknowledging why you, the couple, are getting divorced. Then, we take small steps from there to give you the most painless split possible. 

"He’s gay,” said Mrs. Lester. Mr. Lester reddened slightly before commenting. “Yes, that’s why Rose and I decided it was be best to split. Because I’m gay.” Dan chuckled slightly at how awkward it seemed the situation was before remembering he was supposed to be professional. “Of course, makes perfect sense,” Dan said. “I’ve never seen it before, but it’s not terribly uncommon.” He turned back to his computer, typing something into the notes before turning back to them. “Any children?” Both shook their head. 

“Well,” Rose started. “We do have a dog and a cat. We decided that I’ll get the cat and Phil can have the dog. He can have all the house plants.” Dan nodded, writing her claim down. 

“How about where you live?" 

"I’ll be taking that,” Phil said, raising his hand. “Rose said she’ll move out.”
Dan nodded once more, writing all the information down. “I can probably draw up some documents for you guys over the next few days, it shouldn’t take too terribly long. Just one more thing, do you have a joint back account or separate back accounts?" 

"Separate,” They said in unison. 

“Well, that makes my job fairly easier. I’ll contact you when the legal papers are finished?” Dan asked, standing up. Phil and Rose stood up as well, nodding. Dan held out his hand for a shake, both of them complying and shaking his hand. 

*

The day was finally over. He had a few more couples come in, all of them worse than the last. He sighed, getting back onto the tube, his briefcase swinging at his side. The tube was a lot less crowded than it was in the morning. The sky was certainly a near pitch black as it was nearly 9. People were going to flock to clubs and bars soon, desperate to have a good time or forget. Dan would be going home to his little apartment, heating up a frozen pizza or maybe making some pasta, and drinking some wine. He would do all this alone. He didn’t have a special person to sing carols with or to cook with. 

He had himself. 

Dan got off the tube and got onto the escalator that would take him to the heart of London. He would shiver in the cold on his walk home, passing by the bright lights set up and the merry groups of people that were shopping and exploring London. 

Dan Howell hated the holidays, it’s true, but maybe he wouldn’t hate them so much if he had someone to share them with. 

*

The flat was freezing cold in the mornings. Much too cold for Dan’s liking. He slipped his feet into his slippers, hauling himself out of bed. His arms found their way into the sleeves of his robe. He tiredly tied his robe and started walking out of his bedroom. He made it to his kitchen, glancing at the clock display on his microwave. 8:00. Good, he had at least an hour before work and another 11 before the start of his company’s holiday party. He was being forced to attend by his boss, who also happened to be his friend, Louise. As a avid disliker of Christmas, Dan also loathed Christmas parties. He could stand them if they were thrown by friends, but when it was organized by work it became a whole other story. He sighed, grabbing a mug and pouring coffee into it. He decided to set his coffee maker to brew at 7:55, a clever decision on his part; he actually had a reason to get up in the morning. 

Dan retreated back into his room to get ready for work. After thirty minutes, he emerged from his room feeling much more awake than before. He quickly grabbed his briefcase and keys. 

*
Yes, it was Friday night. No, this was not the way he wanted to spend it. The party was packed and the punch was spiked, making it undrinkable for Dan. The only food available was the shitty type of cookies that grocery stores only made around the holidays. To put it simply, Dan was in one of his “hate everyone and everything” moods – he got into those quite often. That was until he spotted a familiar head of hair. 

Dan quickly zeroed in on the owner of the hair, surprised to see him hair. He looked fairly awkward, standing against the walls of the room, munching on one of the shitty Christmas cookies. Dan figured he might as well go and talk to Phil, seeing as they both were lonely. He tried to walk over in a non-obvious way – he didn’t want to seem too weird. Once Dan finally made his way to around Phil’s area, he tried to figure out how to talk to him. Thankfully, he didn’t need to. Phil’s eyes landed on him and his eyes practically lit up. Dan found Phil moving closer to him, and Dan would be lying if that didn’t make him slightly happier. “Hey,” Phil said, waving his hand in a small wave towards him. “A lady named Louise invited me to the party? I figured I might as well come, didn’t have anything better to do." 

"I’m glad you did,” Dan said honestly.He furrowed his brow. “Where’s Rose?” Normally, couples who were getting divorced didn’t go to events together. The thing with Phil and Rose was that they separating on pretty good terms. Phil’s sexuality simply didn’t allow for him to love Rose the way a husband should love his wife. Still, Dan worried that he might’ve offended Phil. Thankfully, Phil just smiled and explained that she was at a doctor’s appointment. 

“She has been throwing up a lot,” Phil explained. “We think that she might a bad stomach bug. She can never fully recover from regular sicknesses without prescription meds for some reason, so she’s getting that taken care of. Sorry, that might’ve been a bit TMI." 

Dan shook his head, glad he knew what was going on. "I hope she starts feeling better soon,” Dan said, smiling honestly. “I’m glad you were able to come, though. I was getting rather lonely.” Phil smiled, looking down at his cup. Dan could swear he saw some blush at the top of Phil’s cheeks. Dan felt his cheeks reddening at the thought of making Phil blush. ‘Stop Dan, he’s still married.’ Dan had to remind himself of the reality of the present. 

“Why were you lonely? You’re literally surrounded by people you see everyday." 

"I hate Christmas.” Dan confessed. Phil gasped. 

“You hate Christmas?” Dan nodded. “How is that possible? Is it because of religion surrounding it or something?”

Dan shook his head. “I don’t have anything against religion, plus I do believe in a God, I just don’t like the holiday itself." 

Phil was shaking his head. "I can’t be seen with you anymore. Christmas is my favorite holiday." 

Dan smiled, laughing a little. "Guess this is the end of Dan and Phil." 

Phil laughed as well before pulling a fake sad face. "I guess so,” He held his hand out for a shake. “Nice knowing you." 

Dan took his hand, laughing along with Phil. 

Dan guessed he didn’t hate the holiday as much as he thought he did. 

*

The next day, Dan came into work with a frantic phone call already waiting on the answering machine. "He called around 8, I changed him to your first appointment, he said it was urgent.” Louise explained. Dan simply nodded and set down his things. He fiddled around with things in his office until Phil and Rose walked in. 

Rose’s hair wasn’t as crisp and as clean as it was yesterday, her clothes were rumpled and dark circles were set in stone under her eyes. Phil looked similar to her, if not worse. 

“Please, have a seat,” Dan said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk where they sat last time. “This seems urgent." 

Both Phil and Rose sat down without hesitation, Dan mirroring them. "What seems to be the problem?”

“I’m pregnant,” Rose blurted. Dan’s head quickly snapped towards her, before looking towards Phil again, judging his reaction. Phil just looked tired. 

“I see,” Dan turned back to his computer and pulling up their case. “This will defiantly complicate things." 

"I obviously want Phil to have shared custody,” Rose clarified. “I don’t want this divorce to ruin us as friends." 

Phil nodded, closing his eyes slightly. Dan felt terrible for both of them. He can’t imagine how stressful this must have been, especially with the party ending so late. Dan quickly typed up a few notes. He turned back to them, preparing for the discussion about rights. Another topic that Dan knew they would have to discuss would be whether or not they still wanted to divorce. Dan figured that they would still want to separate, but how fast would they want to? Many more emotions were introduced to the equation now – even though they would probably still split – it would be harder. Dan took another look at Phil, admiring how his face looked. His eyes were sunken deep into his face, the shadows were making his face even slimmer than normal. His eyes were tired and rimmed with red. Dan deemed that he looked beautiful in a raw way. Dan’s eyes flickered back to his computer screen, not wanting to get caught checking out the man in front of him. 

*

Phil hugged Rose when he heard the news. 

If he had just accepted himself – had said something, anything – they wouldn’t be in this situation. 

He wasn’t mad, far from the emotion. He was happy – in a way. This did, obviously, complicate things, but Phil was still happy. He was going to have a kid. 

So Phil had hugged Rose. He had hugged her tight, slipping his arms behind her back and holding her as she cried. Rose had told him multiple times that she didn’t want to be pregnant, ever. It was kind of his fault that she was in this situation, and that technically, she would be a single mom. 

And it was Christmas, his favorite holiday. Christmas wasn’t supposed to be a stressful holiday; it was supposed to be a holiday full of love and joy. And here he was, getting a divorce with a surprise baby on the way. It didn’t help that his divorce lawyer was really cute either. You shouldn’t have feelings for your divorce lawyer. 

*

Dan went home after another busy day, nothing new. He shrugged out of his blazer the moment he got home, allowing his neck to roll on his shoulders. He let out a content hum as he toed his shoes off. He heated up a frozen pizza, letting it bake as he found a show to watch. He settled on 'Eyewitness,’ his favorite show at the moment. He laid down on his couch as he re-watched the first episode. Soon enough, the oven beeped. Eyewitness was always more enjoyable with pizza on hand.

Once the episode was done, he showered. He always tried to erase the stress of work. His job was busy, and it was hard, and it took a toll on him, badly. He didn’t want to have his personal life suffer because of his preferred profession in life, so he didn’t let it. 

It was nearing 10 and Dan felt like he hadn’t done enough. He just watched TV and ate a pizza, not his most productive day. Dan decided he might as well go to Tesco. Sure, he should be in bed, and yes, it probably wasn’t the smartest decision he made, but it defiantly wasn’t his worse. His worse would defiantly be when he decided to watch gay porn for the first time, that ended in a rabbit hole – he hasn’t been straight since. 

He pulled on sweatpants and an old hoodie, with a jacket on top. He didn’t look glamorous, but it wasn’t like he was meeting his true love. And if he managed to meet his true love in Tesco, his true love would have to deal. 

He set out, double-checking that he had his keys – he had left without his keys too many times to be humorous. Dan highly doubted that Mr. Henrys in 34B would buzz him in again. 

The London streets were cold and drizzly, something Dan always liked. He enjoyed the rain, it soothed him. He liked London, it was the perfect city for him. It was crowded, but just enough. New York City was too crowded for him, and while he appreciated Washington, D.C for what it was, it was too superficial. But London? London fit. The streets were lined with older buildings, new ones rising on the street next to him. The shoppes were there and that was helpful. Overall, Dan didn’t think he couldn’t live in London. Dan felt properly alive in London. 

After walking a multitude of blocks, Dan arrived at the Tesco. He grabbed a trolley, walking up and down the aisles. There was something creepy and almost comforting about grocery stores after 8 p.m. Maybe it was the hushed tones and tired staff, but Dan liked it more than the day version of the store.
But as Dan was walking along, he caught a familiar head of hair. Dan paused, not sure if he should go over to Phil or not. Do people ever become friends with their divorce lawyers? Dan shrugged to himself – it didn’t seem common. Dan decided that he would stroll by Phil, make sure Phil saw him, and then allow Phil to approach him. He even made himself promise that he wouldn’t get offended if Phil didn’t talk to him (although that was a lie). 

Dan tried to walk as inconspicuously as possible towards the fruit stand where Phil was. His cart made little squeaking noises – Dan inwardly cringed with every tiny squeak. Thankfully, Phil didn’t seem to notice Dan behind him. Dan started to inspect the bananas with faked interest, his eyes flickering to Phil every few seconds. He wasn’t noticing Dan. It was time for the desperate Plan B. 

He went to push his cart away, "accidentally” bumping into Phil’s. Phil’s head snapped up, making eye contact with Dan almost immediately. Dan at least had the decency to try to look sheepish. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” Dan said, the fake tone in his voice a little too obvious. Thankfully, Phil laughed, moving to pull his cart away from Dan’s offending one. 

“Little surprised to see you here,” Phil said. “Seeing as it is nearly 11 o'clock at night." 

"Gotta do the groceries sometime, my job demands a lot of my life,” Dan said, placing the bananas in his trolley, because apparently he was getting bananas now. “What’s your excuse then?" 

"Rose needed some foods and stuff because of her 'cravings,’” Phil elaborated. “Although, the doctor said her cravings shouldn’t be starting for another month or so. I personally believe it’s scam for me to go out and buy her food.” Dan laughed, nodding. 

“How are things going with her? Is she having a lot of morning sickness?” Dan asked, finding himself actually caring about her and not just making small talk. Whenever he bumped into clients, which happened a lot, he was always forced to make small talk. But Rose and Phil were different. He didn’t quite know why.  

“She’s doing alright,” Phil concluded. “We both are. It’s difficult because she still loves me and I feel guilty because of it. Emotions are running high, I guess." 

Dan gave him a sympathetic look, not sure if he should give Phil a pat on the shoulder or something. 'I feel like I need to give him a buddy pat or something.’ Dan thought. "I hope she starts to feel better soon,” Dan says, smiling a little bit. “I know this will probably sound unusual, but if you need anything, call me. You have my number, right?” Phil nodded, smiling and thanking him. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Phil asked, Dan nodding. “Do you think I’m a bad person for marrying Rose five years ago." 

Dan hadn’t expected something like that. Was Phil a bad person? No, Dan didn’t think so. 

"I don’t think you’re a bad person, and honestly, I don’t think Rose does either,” Dan started. “You were probably confused about your sexuality – did you even know?” Phil shook his head. 

“Then no, I don’t think you’re a bad person. I know you feel bad for doing it, Rose knows, but it was a thing that happened. At least you didn’t stay married to her.” Phil gave a weak smile. 

“I just feel so guilty, like shouldn’t I have known?” Dan shook his head, trying to think of the best way to help Phil. 

“I didn’t know I was gay until I was twenty-two. It took me another year to come out. You don’t always know right away,” Dan shrugged. “Some people know their sexuality at four, some people know it at forty-four. It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault.” Phil looked at him, Dan could see that his eyes were a bit more watery than usual. 

“You’re not a bad person, Phil." 

*

They ended up doing the rest of their shopping together after that, something Dan had enjoyed. He kind of wished that they could do it again. He knew, of course, that it was highly unlikely they would go shopping together again, but it was one of those days were everything seemed perfect. Dan had genuinely enjoyed himself – something he couldn’t always truthfully say. 

When Dan returned to his apartment it was 11 o'clock. Yes, he should be asleep – or at least in bed – by now, but he wasn’t. He was wide awake, putting away his groceries and Phil was texting him. Phil was texting him like crazy. Dan could say he was sleepy and needed to get up early tomorrow for work, but it was Phil. He wasn’t going to do that. 

So instead, Dan finished putting away his groceries and started to get ready for bed. His phone was pinging the entire time. It was nice. 

Normally, Dan was alone almost all the time. It was something that he was used to, and he often forgot how lonely he was. Sure, he had his cat, but that was hardly human companionship. So Dan let his phone ping. It felt nice to feel wanted. It felt really nice. 

*

Dan was late for work the next day. Louise (thankfully) let it slide because he was hardly ever late. Sometimes it was beneficial to be friends with the boss. He also knew that half the reason Louise let it slide was because she still felt slightly guilty about forcing him to the holiday work party. She didn’t know he had a good time with Phil. 

Dan got his coffee from the break-room and then retreated back into the office where he continued to file paper after paper and file document after document. Honestly, it was a mess. He almost missed the light knock on his door. He muttered a quick 'come in,’  not even looking up from the paper he was reading over. Louise walked in, her face softening at how dedicated he was.
"Dan?” He didn’t look up. “There’s someone here to take you out to lunch?” Dan’s head shot up, confusion clear on his face. 

“I don’t have a lunch date with anyone?” Louise shrugged. “What do they look like?”

“Black hair, glasses, I think he’s wearing a pug sweater? He said that he was here for you.”

Dan stood up for his desk, grabbing his phone and realizing how much later it was in the day than he thought. "Show me.” Dan said, gesturing for Louise to lead the way. She complied. 

*

“Surprise!” Phil said when Dan saw him. Dan did smile the smallest bit, Phil was a pleasant surprise. Louise took note that Dan knew Phil, turning around to go back to the offices. 

“Hi, Phil,” Dan said, walking up to him. “I didn’t realize we had a lunch date?" 

"We don’t,” Phil said, blushing. “I just know how much you work so I figured you’d deserve a break. I was talking to Louise the other night and she was talking about how much you overwork yourself.”

“So Louise knew about this?” Dan mused. Phil nodded. “Of course she knew, she’s Louise.” Phil laughed, his head tipping back slightly as he did. Dan felt his heart ache. 

“Where are we going on our not-lunch-date?” Dan asked. 

“Have you ever been to the cat cafe?” Dan shook his head. “Good, then it’ll be funner for you.”

“Phil, 'funner’ is not a word.” Dan countered. 

“Mhm, sure,” Phil replied. “Tell that to the dictionary." 

”'Funner’ is not in the dictionary.“ 

"Betcha ten dollars it is." 

"Deal,” Phil pulled out his phone and quickly searched something. “Phil! Be careful, we’re walking through the middle of London.”

“Psh,” Phil said, scrolling. “Who cares?”

“I’ll care when you get run over.” Dan said sarcastically. 

“Aw,” Phil said, looking up from his phone. “You care about me." 

"Of course I care about you, you dick." 

"Wow, so much love.”

Dan laughed, shoving Phil slightly as he joined in laughing.

*

“Ha!” Phil exclaimed, shoving his phone in Dan’s face. “Told you 'funner’ was a word. Pay up." 

Dan rolled his eyes at Phil’s phone screen, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. "Fine.” He handed Phil the ten dollars, Phil smiling smugly as he watched the entire exchange. Dan rolled his eyes yet again. 

Soon enough, Phil spotted the cafe on the busy London block. He grabbed Dan’s hand, tugging him along as he started walking faster towards the building. Dan laughed a little, allowing himself to be pulled by Phil. 

They arrived at the cafe approximately thirty seconds earlier than they would have if they had walked at an normal pace. Phil didn’t care and considered looking like madmen running through the streets completely worth getting there quicker. Dan didn’t quite agree with him, but that was okay. Phil’s smile made looking like a crazy madman all worth it. 

Dan held the door open for Phil, he blushed when he noticed what Dan did. Dan would be lying if he said that didn’t make him the tiniest bit happy.
Phil gasped at all the cats surrounding them. “They’re already melting my heart! Look at how sweet they are!" 

Dan’s heart melted even more at Phil. 

*

When Dan and Phil returned to Dan’s office building his lunch break was over – 30 minutes ago. Louise shot him a look as he sauntered guiltily into his office. At least he wasn’t in a serious amount of trouble. If he was, Louise would have been waiting in his office for him to come back, probably planning his funeral as she waited. 

He heard a knock at his door, maybe he actually was in some shit. "Come in!” He called, plugging his phone in at his desk. It was at five percent. 

Louise opened the door, an eyebrow raised. Okay, maybe Dan shouldn’t have come back so late, but he never went anywhere for lunch.

“Okay, I’m sorry for coming back so late,” Dan said. “But I’m getting straight back to work.” He held up his papers in his hands. Louise didn’t say anything, she just sat down in the chair his clients used. 

“How was the date?” Dan looked up at Louise, scoffing. 

“Please,” He said, his voice dry. “It wasn’t a date.”

“Oh please, Howell,” Dan raised his eyebrow at his last name but continued shuffling papers around on his desk, trying to get his workplace somewhat cleaner. “It was a date.”

“It wasn’t a date. I can promise you, it wasn’t." 

"Did he not take you out? Pay for you? Make you smile? It was a date.”
Dan chewed his lip. It was a date, wasn’t it? Why had Dan realized? Would he have still gone if he had known? "Oh. It was totally a date.“ 

Louise nodded, smiling softly at Dan. He looked up at her, his expression worried. "But I’m his divorce lawyer, is that appropriate? What would Rose think?" 

Louise shrugged, opening her arms for a hug. "How about I come over to your place tonight and we can talk?” Dan nodded and hugged her back.  There were benefits to being best friends with your boss.

*

Dan had gotten home from work 15 minutes ago and Louise was expected to arrive in another 30 minutes. Honestly, Dan kind of regretted inviting her over, but he wasn’t going to cancel on her. He did love her, as nosy as she could be. Dan knew she meant well though, that’s what mattered; not his mental state.
Dan quickly changed into some sweats and found some wine and glasses. He fluffed the couch pillows and turned on the gas fireplace. He turned on some of his favorite “soothing” songs. He might as well, it was Friday night. Why not go all out? By the time Dan was done cleaning up the flat, Louise was knocking on the door. He promptly let her in and she handed him a bag of snack food. He thanked her and they quickly settled in their normal spots on the couch. Louise was elegantly draped across his love-seat (how did she manage to look so pristine in snow-white pajama pants and an old hoodie with her hair in a messy knot on top of her head?) and Dan sitting criss-cross in his recliner, both with a glass of wine in hand. 

“You’ve accepted that it was a date, right?” Louise started, scrolling on her phone. 

“Yes,” Dan said, taking a sip of wine, preparing himself for Louise. He loved her, he really did. 

“Well, what do you think you’re going do?” She clicked off her phone and turned towards him. 

“Ask him out properly, maybe?” Dan suggested. 

“Really?” Louise said. “You, actually ask someone you have feelings for, out? Who are you?”

“Come on,” Dan rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’ve never acted on my feelings–”
“You got that right.”
“– but I’ve learned from my mistakes and I don’t want to regret Phil, too." 

"I’m happy for you, Dan,” Louise said, honesty present in her voice. “It took you four fucking years to finally realize that you have to make the first move sometimes, but I am happy for you.”

“So glad I have such a great friend like you, Louise.” Dan said, dryly. 

“Anytime, bitch.” Louise replied. Dan rolled his eyes.

*

Their conversation shifted to other topics before centering back on Dan’s love life again. 

“Are you going to wait until after you finalize his divorce to ask him out or what?" 

"Aw, fuck,” Dan said, face-palming himself. “I totally forgot about that." 

"Don’t forget about the kid,” Louise piped. 

“Fuck,” Dan said again. “Why?” He draped his arm over his eyes, slouching down on the couch as he guided his glass to his lips. 

“Yeah, you need wine, buddy." 

"Thanks, Louise.”

“But,” Dan started, sipping on more wine. “What are we supposed to do? He’s going to have a kid soon, and I’m his divorce lawyer!”

“Wait until the kid is born to ask him out,” Louise suggested. “That way you can figure out how willing you are to make this work. Plus, you’ll get to know him better.”

Dan nodded, for once taking her advice to heart.

*

“Hey, Phil,” Dan said, running to catch up with him. “What are you doing on Friday night?" 

"Um, nothing?” Phil said, stopping in his tracks to face Dan. 

“Do you want to come over for a movie night at my place? I can order pizza.”

“Sure,” Phil happily replied. 

“I’ll text you what time to come over?” Dan asked. Phil nodded. 

*

Phil ended up coming over around seven, Dan had ordered a pizza and set up Star Wars (he and Phil had agreed on that for the movie). The doorbell rung and Dan quickly got up to answer it, running his hands through his hair as he walked to the door. He opened it and there he was – Phil – in all his glory. Dan smiled involuntarily, his eyes taking control and running up and down Phil’s body. “Hi,” Phil said, a sly smile on his lips as he realized what Dan was doing.
“Hi yourself,” Dan replied, licking his lips. “Would you like to come in?” He opened the door wider and gestured for Phil to walk in. Phil pushed past him into the room – chest softly colliding with Dan’s. 'Restrain yourself, Dan. You need to spend at least another 3 hours in the same space as this man.’

Dan followed Phil into the kitchen, Phil placing his bag down on the counter. “I brought drinks and some snacks for later,” Phil supplied when he saw Dan looking curiously at him. Dan nodded and moved to grab plates for the pizza set up in the living room and glasses for the soda. Once he had done that, both him and Phil migrated to the couch where they turned on 'A New Hope,’ one of Dan’s personal favorite movies. 

By eleven that same night, their eyes were burning. They were about thirty minutes away from the end of 'Return Of The Jedi,’ the thrilling conclusion to the original Star Wars trilogy. Yes, originally, Dan had only planned to watch the first movie. But then Phil had insisted they watch the next and now they were practically falling asleep on each other. But it was okay, they were bonding. Dan had found out that Phil was a self-proclaimed 'movie critic’ and owned more movies than he could count. Dan said he wouldn’t believe it until he saw it. Phil said he would just have to get Dan into his bedroom, then. Dan had blushed. 

But back to the present. The boys were barely awake and the movie was minutes away from the end. Dan’s head was leaning against Phil’s shoulder, his body relaxed against Phil’s chest. The pizza box was still open on the coffee table where both of their legs were propped up. Glasses half filled with various drinks (they had each wanted to try a bit of everything) littered the table as well, each glass only one swift move away from being knocked over. Phil’s eyes were fluttering shut as the credits rolled. Dan sat up, only now taking notice of how dark the room was. He stretched his arms and popped his back before standing up. Once he was standing, he properly took notice of the condition that Phil was in. His glasses were halfway down his nose, his hair ruffled and messy. Dan’s heart melted slightly at the sight, a small smile gracing his lips. 

Dan needed to figure out what to do with Phil. It was clear that he would not be able to take the tube home in his state. He started to clean up the pizza and glasses as he thought of what to do. He could always just leave him on the couch. But Dan knew how uncomfortable that couch was – he too had fallen asleep on it one too many times. Phil would probably insist he was over-staying his welcome (Dan’s not sure if Phil could ever do that) and try to leave. Maybe he should just let Phil stay asleep there, then he wouldn’t have to try and convince Phil to stay over. Dan brought the cups to the kitchen and tried to place them in the sink as noiselessly as he could. This proved to be a challenge and almost impossible for Dan to do, clear by the way most of the cups fell into the sink loudly. 

He could hear Phil shifting on the couch in the other room. Dan wasn’t sure if Phil was going to wake up or just readjust until he got comfortable again. Dan tried to stay as quiet as possible, waiting with baited breath to see if Phil woke up or not. Dan would be a little too happy if he just stayed asleep and ended up “accidentally” staying the night on Dan’s couch. He felt a if it were some weird milestone in their friendship. Friendship? Were they friends? Of course they were friends, but were they more than that? Would they ever be more than that? Dan sure hoped so. 

Half a minute passed and there was no Phil in sight. Dan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He went back to cleaning up. 

Once Dan was done, he took one last look at the clock and then another at Phil. It was midnight and Phil was slouched over on his couch. Dan smiled fondly to himself as he walked over to move Phil into a more comfortable position. Once Dan was done yanking and pulling around Phil’s lanky limbs, Phil was in a more normal position on his couch. His back was flat on the couch and his long legs were curled up at one end of the couch. His head now rested on top of a pillow and a extra, more warm, blanket was now covering Phil. Dan was proud of his work, finally content with the thought of leaving Phil there to rest and returning to his own bed for the night – which was exactly what Dan did. 

*

The next morning, Phil’s eyeballs were burning before he was even awake. Like burning, burning. They felt like they were on fire. Phil rubbed his eyes before opening them, trying to get the pain to subside in some way. It didn’t work. He opened his eyes slowly, only now realizing that he wasn’t in his bed.
Was he on a couch?

Phil quickly sat up, completely forgetting about the pain in his eyes. He looked around, immediately recognizing his surroundings as Dan’s apartment. So, this must be Dan’s couch that he fell asleep on. He scoured his brain, trying to figure out why he had sleep over. He couldn’t remember anything, in fact, the last thing he could remember was the epic fight scene in Return Of The Jedi between Vader and Luke. He must’ve fallen asleep. But why didn’t Dan wake him up? He felt kind of bad for imposing on Dan. He heard footsteps coming down the hall and seconds later, Dan was standing in the lounge’s entrance, smiling. Even though it was still kind of early in morning, Dan still looked as breath-taking as possible. Phil never had had the chance to properly fall for a guy. Sure, there were all the crushes in school and uni, but never requited. Hell, he’s only slept with a guy once in his life and he doesn’t even remember his name (something he feels slightly bad about).

But Phil could fall for Dan. He’s making it all too easy. His divorce with Rose would be finalized within a few weeks and he would be moving out into his own flat. Phil was starting a new chapter. 

Would Dan even want to date him? He was a gay man with a almost ex-wife and a baby on the way who was 2 years older than him, what was attractive about that? Nothing, as far as Phil’s concerned. He sighed, forgetting that Dan was standing close to him. 

“You okay?” Dan asked, a touch of humor clear in his voice. 

“Hm?” Phil looked up. “Oh, yeah. Just got pulled into a depressive thought process about my life." 

"Yikes,” Dan said, moving to sit next to Phil on the couch. “That happens to me too often.” He chuckled a tiny bit and Phil joined it. It was kind of funny. 

“Sorry I fell asleep, I swear I didn’t mean to,” Phil said, rubbing at his still-stinging eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” Dan said with a wave of his hand. “If I were you, I would 'accidentally’ fall asleep on my couch too. I know how desperate people can get." 

"Shut up,” Phil said, giggling. He shoved Dan slightly when he started laughing too. “If I were to actually plan to fall asleep on your couch, I would’ve packed my contact case and my glasses.” Almost immediately Dan’s face changed to one of worry. 

“Do you need to take your contacts out? I think my old roommate might’ve left some solution and a contact case,” Dan hurried to say. 

Phil laughed a little bit, endeared by how worried Dan seemed to be over something trivial. “If you could find them that would be great, if not, I’ll be okay.” Dan nodded and quickly got up, rushing to the bathroom. Phil took the opportunity to find his phone. After finding it in the cushions of the sofa, he clicked on the home button to see four missed calls from Rose. Phil felt bad about missing her calls. He swiped to the left on his phone, calling her back. 

“Phil? Oh thank God, I thought something had happened to you,” Rose said after picking up after the first ring. 

“No, I’m so sorry for worrying you–” Dan came back into the room holding the solution and case. “–I accidentally slept over at Dan’s, he failed to wake me up because he’s so obsessed with me.” Rose chuckled and Dan slapped him lightly on the arm. 

“When do you think you’ll be home?”

Phil glanced at Dan, taking notice of how relaxed they both seemed to be.  "Maybe an hour? I’m not positive, I can text you when I’m on my way home?“ 

Rose agreed and said that she was probably going to be going out for brunch with her mom soon. 

"Sorry,” Phil said, locking eyes with Dan. “Wanted to let her know what was going on.” Dan nodded, handing him the stuff needed to help him with his contacts. Phil quickly said thank you and rushed to the bathroom to remove the itchy intruders from his eyes. When he returned, Dan was in a new set of clothes. 

“I was thinking of possibly going out for some breakfast?" 

"I would love to, but I’m still in my clothes from last night.”

“Oh, yeah,” Dan said, a smile on his lips. “Almost forgot about that. You can borrow some of mine, I’m sure we’re about the same size." 

"But then I would have to go around smelling like you.” Phil tried to protest. He wasn’t sure if he could take wearing Dan’s clothes, and out in public, at that. His level of pining couldn’t take that. 

“Oh, is that such a bad thing?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow. Phil simply shook his head and Dan laughed, leaving to grab some clothes for Phil. He returned with a black shirt and black jeans. Phil raised an eyebrow at Dan before shaking his head. “You can’t expect me to wear all black." 

"I do and you will,” Dan smirked. “I don’t own any colorful shirts that aren’t from 2012, and all of those are in storage where I put the things I try to forget." 

Phil rolled his eyes and took the clothes, stalking towards the bathroom to change. 

*

"McDonald’s?” Phil asked with suspicion.

“It’s a classy place to eat.”

Phil snorted. “Dan, no, it’s not." 

"Is that a challenge? I’ll show you how classy McDonald’s can be.”
“It’s not a challenge, idiot, it’s a fact." 

"Come on, then,” Dan grabbed Phil’s hand, pulling him into the busy London McDonald’s. Phil laughed as Dan pulled him along. 

The place was busy, something they were both used to after living in the city. They got in line, Dan not letting go of Phil’s hand. Phil didn’t find it in him to care about that. 

“I’ll order the best thing ever, and you’ll love it.” Dan proclaimed when they were next in line. 

“I’ll hate it just for you, sweetheart.” Phil replied, not knowing where the sudden sass and 'sweetheart’ came from, but deciding he didn’t care. Dan laughed loudly, lightly pulling Phil up with him to order. 

They ended up splitting the order, Phil refusing to let Dan pay for him as well. The cashier laughed as Phil forced her to divide the order into two separate receipts so Phil could pay for half. Dan simply stood there pouting as Phil slid his card. He decided to take it a step further and patted Dan on the cheek while he was still pouting. Dan had laughed and pulled Phil by the waist to where they needed to wait for the order. Phil had nearly died. 

*

Phil did have to admit, McDonald’s after a five year absence wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be. It was kind of nostalgic for him, even. He was reminded of lazy summer days with his older brother and mom, or after football practices (he didn’t play football for very long) with his dad. 

It was nearing noon when Phil finally returned to his flat. Rose was there as well, hanging lights by the fireplace. “Woah, woah, careful!” Phil had said the minute he entered. She was standing on a step-ladder so she could reach the ceiling above the mantel. She was short, simply put. 

“Phil, please,” Rose said, stepping down the ladder even as she protested. “We both know I am more than capable of putting these lights up. Besides, it’s Christmas in a week! We have to have lights.” Phil crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame in their living room. 

“You’re pregnant! Lights are important, but not important enough to risk your life.” Rose rolled her eyes and took the last step off the ladder and walked over to Phil. Her bump was hardly visible, but Phil was treating her like royalty. He didn’t want anything bad happening to his best friend and baby. She hugged him, her head barely reaching his collarbones, as they were almost a foot apart. “How was your time with Dan?” She asked, stepping out of the hug and walking back to the ladder, Phil trailing after her. 

“It was good,” Phil clarified, holding the ladder as Rose stepped back up. “We watched movies and then went out for breakfast. How was brunch with your mom?” He lifted up the lights to Rose, holding her waist when she stumbled a bit. She was stubborn – that, he could understand – but he wasn’t going to let her be stubborn alone. 

“Nice enough. She was excited about the baby,” Phil smiled. “But she wasn’t too happy about the divorce." 

Phil grimaced. "Did you at least tell her why we are getting divorced?" 

"I did, she wasn’t too pleased,” Rose stretched out on her tip-toes, sticking the lights to the command hooks that were left up from last year. “She wasn’t too happy about that either, you know how she is." 

"Yeah,” Phil said, remembering just how conservative and narrow-minded Mrs. Caldenwalw could me. “I can’t imagine she would be.” Phil handed her another string of lights when there was a knock at the door. “Let me get that.” Phil said, walking over to the door on the other side of the room. He was surprised to see Dan when he opened it. 

“Dan?”

Dan gave a small wave, handing a bag to Phil. “Hey, Phil. Hey, Rose. You left your clothes at my house, figured I should drop them off while I was out." 

"Hi, Dan!” Rose shouted from across the room as she attempted to hang more lights. 

“Thanks!” Phil responded, moving to place the bag on the table. 

“Would you like to come – woah!” Rose said, falling off the ladder and crashing onto the floor.

“Rose, oh my God!” Phil said, rushing over to where she lay on the floor. Dan came in too, joining Phil by Rose’s side. “Where does it hurt?” Phil asked, noticing her expression of pain. 

“My ankle – I think I sprained my ankle or something,” Rose hurried to say.  

“Dan, can you get an ice pack? They’re in the freezer.” Phil asked as he moved Rose. He fixed her position so that she was sitting up with her injured leg stretched out. Dan nodded and headed in the direction of the kitchen. “We’ll have to take you to A&E,” Phil said, already knowing how much Rose was going to protest. 

“Phil, no! I’m fine,” Rose claimed. Phil only raised a eyebrow. “I don’t need to go." 

"Rose, you need to have this checked out,” Phil tried to reason gently. “It’s the best thing to do. We don’t want to assume that everything is fine and then have it heal wrong, that can cause lasting damage to your foot, don’t you agree Dan?” Dan had walked back in with a pack of green beans and a dish rag. He handed it to Phil, who placed it on a pouting Rose. 

“Agree with what?” Dan asked, looking between the two of them. 

“Phil is trying to force me to A&E against my will.” Rose explained. 

“Oh,” Dan said. “I totally agree with Phil, you need to get that checked out.”
Rose sighed, laying back on the floor. “Fine,” She huffed. 

*

They ended up carrying her into a taxi and then cramming all three of themselves into the back seat. Yes, it probably would have made a lot more sense to have Dan sit in the passenger seat but they weren’t really thinking. Rose was sitting in the middle seat, turned so that she was leaning against Phil. Her injured leg was propped up in Dan’s lap – something he didn’t mind considering the circumstances –and he was holding the pack of half-frozen green beans against her ankle.

“So, are you three one of those three-some couples or something like that?” Asked the taxi driver. 

“No!” shouted Phil. 

“Eh,” said Rose. 

“I mean, we’re all friends but-” said Dan.

“He’s my almost ex-husband and the father of my unborn baby,” Rose explained, gesturing to Phil. “and he’s our divorce lawyer and I think my soon-to-be-ex-husband has more than friendly feelings for him, if you catch my drift." 

"Wait, what?” Dan exclaimed, looking at Phil. 

“Rose!” Phil said, still shouting. “Where did you get that idea?” he taxi driver started to laugh at all of the commotion erupting in the back of his cab. 

“Wait – Phil – is it true?” Dan asked, turning in his seat to be able to properly look at him. 

“That’s not important right –" 

"Yes, it is, Phil Lester!” Rose said, cutting him off. “I may be the injured one but you two have got to be blind if you don’t see this shit in front of you." 

"If it makes you feel better, I’m interested in you,” Dan says softly. Phil locked eyes with him and smiles softly at him, Dan returned the smile. 

“See, I know you, Phil, and I know that you like Da." 

"Not to interrupt the little love-fest you have going on back there, but we’re at the A&E,” The taxi driver announced, grinning at the scene in the back of his cab. 

“We’re talking about this later,” Phil said to Dan before they helped Rose out of the car. 

*

Rose was currently getting X-Rays. They had to make sure she could still get one even though she was pregnant. Phil and Dan obviously weren’t allowed to be with her as she got her X-Rays done, so they were left out in the waiting room to well, wait. 

“For the record,” Phil started. “Rose was right. I do like you, like romantically. I just don’t want to fuck this up because we’ve only known each other for a few weeks and you’re the first guy I’ve known I’ve liked. All the other ones weren’t obvious to me but you are and I don’t want to mess it up because then I’ll be losing a friend too. And you’re so sweet and kind and I –”

“Phil, breathe,” Dan said, placing his hand over Phil’s. “I like you, too. Let’s just wait until you’re officially divorced until we get together, okay?" 

Phil chuckled a little, agreeing. Just then, a nurse came out. 

"Phil Lester?” He asked, scanning the waiting room. Dan and Phil stood up and made their way over to the nurse. “Your wife has broken her ankle. She’ll need to wear a cast for a few weeks and then a bandage for a few more. She’ll be using crutches the entire time she is wearing the cast, which she is getting on right now. Right this way, please.” Dan and Phil trailed after him as he lead the way to Rose. 

When they found her she was getting a bright pink cast wrapped around her ankle and lower leg. “Phil! Dan!” She happily said, clearly feeling much better than she was a few hours ago. “Do you like the color?”

“I love it,” Dan said honestly. “It really suits you.” She laughed and thanked him.

Once she was done getting her cast on and her crutches, fitted to her height, they went home. Rose, of course, asked if they had talked about their relationship at all. She was glad to hear that they had. When they finally got home, it was six in the evening. Rose decided she wanted a pizza and insisted that Dan stay to help them eat it. Dan couldn’t say no to Rose (she claimed she would cry if he left due to her pregnancy hormones) and ended up staying until eight in the evening. 

Phil was happy with the way his life was shaping out to be. He didn’t regret his past decisions anymore.

*

Christmas came and passed. The divorce was finalized and Phil had officially moved out. He ha moved into a tiny flat about 10 minutes away from Rose’s flat. Even though they were technically exes, they still got on well, which was for the best. Dan and Phil had started dating. Dan claimed that they were dating for 'realsies’ now and Phil was just glad that they were finally together. 

*

Another few months came and passed, it was July now. Around a month ago, Dan had asked Phil to move in with him, which was one of the most important steps in their relationship. Dan had decided to take Phil out to a fancy restaurant, trying to be romantic and loving towards Phil. Phil had, of course, loved every second of it. He was secretly a sap, something he would never admit to out loud. But Dan knew, and even though Dan would never admit to knowing exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was buttering Phil up so that when he asked, Phil wouldn’t be able to resist. 

After dinner they had decided to take a walk around London. It was a gorgeous city, even in the summer months. They ended up enjoying themselves so thoroughly on the walk they had walked back to Dan’s flat. Dan had led Phil inside, knowing where this was leading. 

He hooked his thumbs through Phil’s belt loops, pulling him into the elevator and into a hungry kiss. Phil walked him back against the wall, kissing him, as the doors chimed shut. Dan could feel them moving through the air and up the elevator shaft, just like he felt Phil’s tongue find it’s way into his mouth. The doors opened again and this time Phil lead Dan to his apartment door, Dan trying to find the keys to his flat as quickly as possible. 

Once Dan opened the door, Phil was pushing him inside. His back was pressed against his front door faster than he thought possible. Phil’s mouth was attacking his neck and Dan was trying his hardest to be quiet as there was a possibility that literal people could be walking by, people that could possibly hear him. 

Phil pulled back and was about to kiss him again when Dan stopped him. Their breath was mingling with each others’, they were both panting. “Move in with me?” Dan had asked. All Phil had done was nod before their lips were back together. 

It was easy to say that it was one of their best nights together.

*

It was around two in the morning when Phil had gotten the phone call. He was incredibly tired after the night he and Dan had shared. It was official, they were going to move in together! Phil was so excited, and he had made sure to show Dan just how excited he was. He was in Dan’s bed, both of them still naked. He groggily picked up the phone, answering it without even checking who it was. 

“Phil, Phil,” Phil immediately woke up when he realized that it was Rose calling – that it was Rose panicking. “Phil, the baby’s coming. Get to the hospital, bring Dan if you want to, the baby’s coming. I’m in a cab right now." 

"Okay, yeah, we’ll be there,” He said, too shocked to properly process what was happening. He turned over in the bed, shaking Dan awake. 

“Dan, babe, the baby is coming,” Phil said, trying to sound urgent when he really just wanted to go back to sleep. Dan, thankfully, had shot up in bed.
“Phil, this is great! Come on, we have to get to the hospital!" 

They quickly put on sweats (Phil had left more than enough of his clothing around Dan’s flat) and gotten an Uber, racing out the door in a record of 10 minutes. 

By the time they had gotten to the hospital, Rose was about to push. It was a rough delivery, one with a lot of screams and hand-holding. Rose had wanted both Phil and Dan in the room with her. She had Dan’s hand in one hand and Phil’s in the other. She claimed she was luckier than anyone else in the hospital because she had double the support there. 

At 4:06 in the morning on July 28th, Eliza Margaret Caldenwalw-Lester was born. 

"That poor child is going to have a mouthful of a name,” Dan had commented, staring down at her in her mother’s arms. 

“Well, Dan Howell, don’t make it any worse by making it 'Eliza Margaret Caldenwalw-Lester-Howell,’” Rose had said, laughing when both of them blushed and avoided each other’s eyes. 

But they did make it worse for poor Eliza. A year and a half later, they ended up getting married. It was December 18th, the day that Phil Lester had shown up at a holiday Christmas party; the day that Dan had properly talked to him.  

And Dan decided that he didn’t really hate the holiday season that much, he got to spend it with the people he loved most. His best friend, Rose, his step-daughter, Eliza, and his wonderful, beautiful husband, Phil. 

-fin.

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