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Baby Clothes

A/N: Hey guys, I’m going to let you know in advance that I probably won’t be able to post a fic tomorrow as tomorrow (the 23rd) is my birthday. Thanks for understanding!

Dan’s POV

“Alright, I’m going to tweet now…” I quickly tap out a witty invite tweet and toss my phone to the side. I really do enjoy these live shows as I get to spend time with my supporters. 

About 30 minutes in, a funny comment made me think of a funny thing that happened to y/n and I yesterday at the shops. 

“Oh, oh, right, so you guys know how idiotic Christmas shoppers are. Well, y/n and I were shopping, just getting more baby clothes and stuff, and you found this cute- oh shit,” the comments went crazy. “Shit shit shit,” I continue muttering, scrolling through the comments.

“Baby clothes?!?”



I nervously scratched the back of my neck and chuckled a bit. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag… we’re going to have a baby! Oh God y/n is going to be so mad at me… but I must say that I’m pretty damn excited,” I chuckled uneasily, thinking of y/n’s reaction. Well, it’s honestly too late now. 

“Yeah we were trying to get clothes, but we don’t know the gender yet or anything, so it was really hard… Names are kind of up in the air. I mean, we’ve talked about it a bit, but once we find out the gender we’ll really figure it out… I mean, I don’t really care either way if it’s a boy or a girl of course, but I have always imagined having a little girl…” 

Of course, the rest of the live show was only baby discussion. Soon enough, the hour was up and I shut my laptop after signing off. Now I have to tell y/n that the phans know. 


Man, I was hungry. This pregnancy has barely started and I already couldn’t stop eating. After having my 4th granola bar today, I pull out my phone because it started going off like crazy with twitter notifications. Confused, i opened up the app to see a repeat of the same words: congratulations, baby, pregnancy,  and Dan. 

I just laugh at them and respond to a few, happy that Dan decided to tell his viewers. Now just the fact that he hasn’t told me…

“Dan, love,” I walk into our bedroom to find him sat, biting his lip while scrolling through tumblr. His head jerked up, his eyes wide. “Y/n, hello. H-how are you?” he seemed so nervous, I couldn’t help smiling.

“Is there, uh, something you want to tell me?”

“Look,” he begins to rant. “It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean to but I was just talking about our trip to the store yesterday and it kind of just slipped my mind and I don’t know I’m really sorry-”

“Dan!” I start laughing at his rambling, which earned me a dumbfounded expression from him. “I’m so happy! Besides, it was going to come out eventually. I am going to get bigger after all.” I cuddle up next to him, burrowing my head in the crook of his neck.

He tentatively puts his arm around me and says, “So you’re not mad?”

“No, you spork, I’m not mad,” I lift my head up to plant a soft kiss on his chapped lips. “I love you, and I love this baby.”

He finally relaxes and smiles. “I love you too. We’re going to be a wonderful family.” 

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Donald Trump in those exact same tweets: misspells the word “tap”

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It’s been a week and a half since President Trump angrily tweeted that President Obama had had Trump’s “phones” tapped “in Trump Tower,” and the accusation is looking more and more bogus. “I don’t think there was an actual tap of Trump Tower,” Nunes said. Read more

Bro-Bama #TweetTap! 


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Bitty taps the “tweet” button and then looks over at the football table, still smiling in disbelief, and discovers that the football player in question is smiling hopefully back at him

oh, Bitty realizes

and then the guy gets up and trots back over to him

“sorry,” he says, “I kinda chickened out there. I meant to say: good luck, you guys are champs, and also you’re really cute. can I give you my number?”

he’s hot. tall and muscular, which Bitty likes. blond. dimples. deep voice. nice lips.

why not.

he texts the guy that night: “you need to stop playing round with all them clowns and the wankstas” just to see what will happen

gets the response “good girls gotta get down with them gangstas” and then, a few seconds later, “full disclosure i had to google”

Jack asks what Bitty’s grinning about, and Bitty tells him about the football player. “I like that he put in the effort to look it up,” Bitty says

Jack frowns. “I’m always looking up that stuff,” he says.

Bitty looks up from his phone. “Jack,” he says, and hesitates. “If there’s a reason I shouldn’t date this guy… you’ve gotta tell me.”

Jack takes a deep breath. lets it out. long pause.

“not… not yet,” he says. “maybe… if things work out later. maybe. but for now… you should date whoever you want.”

Bitty nods slowly. “okay,” he says. “keep me posted?”

“yeah,” says Jack. “I will.”