Harry calls Draco “Dragon Boy” because his name means dragon in Greek (from Latin).
Draco does not appreciate this and proceeds to call him “Henry” because Harry is a nickname for the German name Henry.
Harry also, does not appreciate his pet name.
Thus began the list of names they call each other.
“I’m a whore for you, blondie.”
Harry holds doors open for Draco. He also pulls out chairs for him.
Because Draco is a, “Pretty pretty princess that deserves to be treated like one.”
“Cough cough… the door?”
“I’m carrying all the groceries, Draco. I don’t have a free hand.”
“Well, put some down and open it.”
“Yes, Potter, I am serious. Do I look like I open my own doors?”
Draco bought them a kitten.
He named her Rosie Malfoy-Potter.
She’s a little pure white kitty with clear blue eyes, and the constant need to lick Harry’s nose.
Harry didn’t know he was going to come home to his boyfriend holding a tiny animal, letting it crawl over his arms and onto their couch.
He was shocked, and angry at first.
But not even the Boy-Who-Lived can resist a kitten.
“Look at her! She’s nuzzling my hand!”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“It’s a cat.”
“No, it’s our daughter!”
“No, it’s a cat.”
“Come here, let me just…”
Draco placed the fluffy ball of fur in Harry’s arms. She quickly warmed up to him and began snuggling into his chest.
Harry picked her up, pulling her in front of his face.
Draco pushed the kitten closer, as she cautiously sniffed his nose.
And licked it.
“See? She loves you.”
“Harry? Please, I’ll be the housewife and take care of the children. Let me have her? Let us have her?”
“Alright, she can stay.”
Harry’s a workaholic.
Sometimes he takes extra shifts because he wants to. Not for the money.
This annoys Draco.
Before they moved in together, he didn’t know how often Harry could throw himself into his work.
Saving lives, trying to protect the world from forces that would never cease.
Sometimes he needed to be reminded that not everyone can be saved. There’s more to life than being the hero.
Draco was a good reminder. Like an alarm.
He would go off at a certain time, whenever he needed him. Whenever Harry stayed up for forty-eight hours without sleep working on a case, he was there. Ready to owl him in sick, make sure he slept that night, he got food in the morning, he made sure Harry knew he couldn’t be there for everyone. The only way to stay sane as an Auror is to know when to go home.
“Harry, you can’t keep going like this.”
“I have to finish looking over this file. If I can find out where this kid is then-”
“Give that back!”
“No, you listen to me. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Not eating, not sleeping, not talking, only working. It’s not good for you. I’m worried. You come home, but you’re not home. You’re at work. We haven’t had sex in three weeks. You haven’t had a full meal in three weeks. Mrs. Weasley flooed wondering where you were at dinner this Sunday. You know what I told her? You were hooked on this case. Addicted. This is an addiction, Harry. You’re addicted to saving people. Addicted to helping. Yeah, well you can’t save everyone, Potter! If you’re going to have a fucking hero complex then why don’t you save the ones who really matter in your life. I’ve woken up screaming and crying twice this month, and where were you? Not next to me, not where I needed you. I’ve needed saving. I love you, you stupid prick. I fucking love you. I fucking care about you. Please, for fuck’s sake, don’t do this to yourself.To us.”
‘I caught you dramatically singing to your cat that laid on you stomach and it was honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen’
‘I saw you rollerskating and I thought ‘that person is cool’ but then you crashed jesus are you okay’
’I found you in the kitchen at 3 AM taking apart our cabinets with a crazed look in your eye ‘cause apparently you thought you heard a mouse are you insane what was tHAT’
‘You made a ‘pun jar’ it’s like a swear jar except every time i make a bad pun i have to put in a dollar looks like we almost have enough for a new aPUNment-fine ill put another one in’
‘I work at a pet shop and everyday you come in on your way to work and pet every single animal here you are the purest soul™ I’m so in love’
'Me and my friends are such memey shits and they made me send you one of those 'send your crush without context’ thing problem is you don’t use the internet much and don’t understand and I’m so embarrassed’
'Our parents work for rival companies and they don’t know we’re friends well my dad pissed me off the other night wanna pretend we’re dating and do like cute stuff in front of him to get on his nerve?’
'We’re at a karaoke bar and you went up as a joke but the lights are hitting you so perfectly and your voice is so angelic and wow I think I’m in love.’
'You had this giant ass ice cream but you were so excited that you dropped it and I’ve never seen a sadder person in my life please let me just buy you a new one’
'We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have started to ship us and I kinda like you ahaha oh god I need to stop blushing’
Thank you for make me happy. Thank you for keeping the warmth of your body next to mine. Thank you for waking up every day by my side. Thanks for the kisses, hugs, Your smile is literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I know fairy tales come true because I have you. So far, every moment we’ve spent together has been awesome. But I promise you, that the best is yet to come. thanks for everything.
summary : to put it simply, peter parker doesn’t like candy that much, but somehow he keeps finding himself at the same candy shop in manhattan, and it’s definitely not because of the cute worker always standing behind the counter at precisely four in the afternoon. definitely not.
wc : 1.6k
author’s note : if there’s typos my bad i don’t proofread i’m lazy
“The freckly dork with the sweet eyes is back.” It’s the first thing you hear when you walk into work that afternoon, four o’clock sharp as usual, fiddling with the strap of your apron with the shop name scrawled across the front in lovely cursive letters. You lift your gaze from the cash register toward the aisle you’ve noticed he wanders in most frequently- not that you’ve really been noticing the cute boy of course- and find him through the throng of people, though he’s quite easy to spot considering he’s shuffling awkwardly through stacks of chocolate whilst blatantly staring at you. You’re not sure he even realizes what he’s doing until you lift your hand in a tentative wave and his entire face pretty much glows pink as he smiles back nervously and he knocks into a display shelf.
“Poor kid is smitten,” your coworker sighs with a smirk plastered on her face as she unties her own apron and slips into the backroom to hang it up. “Does he even know your name? Do you know his?”
You wave her off dismissively. “My name is on my name tag, I’m sure he knows it. He never buys anything, anyway. He just… like, lingers here.” You shrug. “He’s cute so I let him stay.”
She throws her head back and lets out a laugh, returning her scrutinizing gaze back toward the boy with the precariously gelled hair who is hastily trying to restock the shelf he knocked over while simultaneously stumbling into another one. You wince at him, trying not to stare because god, he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen but he reminds you of a baby deer learning to walk for the first time in the clumsiest, messiest way imaginable. “He comes here to gawk at you, dumbass. His eyes never stray,” she places a hand mockingly on her heart as you roll your eyes toward her. You flash a jovial smile to a customer when they approach you to ring up their order before turning back to your friend.
“Should I talk to him?” You inquire, placing the money in the correct slots of the register. You glance back up at him as he holds his hands out in front of a chocolate, silently pleading with it to stay put so he stopped looking like an absolute moron in front of you. He looks back at you and this time waves back a little, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to appear cooler than he actually was. “I’m gonna talk to him.” You say, not waiting for your friend to divulge her own opinion on the matter.
She shrugs, slipping on her jean jacket and grabbing her purse. “You’ve always been a sucker for the dorky, in need of help, doe eyed type of guys.” You swat at her shoulder playfully but she dodges it, winking at you before walking around the counter and lightly patting the boy on the shoulder as she makes her grand departure. He looks around in confusion until he sees your friend gesturing toward you.
“Scotty, can you cover for me for just a sec?” You call, your face turning to the backroom of the store while Scott, your other coworker, emerges from it. He gives you a scowl, brown eyes narrowed, though you know its playful. To avoid song quite conceited, you don’t admit it often, but you’re pretty much everyone’s favorite employee. “Thanks babes.” He takes your place at the register, and despite the tattoos and nose ring he sports, his smile is practically contagious. He’s another favorite among the customers just because of how pleasant and charming he is.
Peter, though you don’t known his name just yet, watches as you exit your position at the register and hastily tries to make himself look busy standing in front of the same selection of candy that’s he been for fifteen minutes now. He picks up a chocolate bar, pretending to examine it as thoroughly as possible when you lean against the stand next to him. His palms feel sweaty. “I- I was gonna buy something eventually, you know, one of these days. I swear.” He practically shoves the Hershey’s bar in your face, but you lightly push his hand back. “I’m just- I’m, um, very, very indecisive.”
You laugh a little. “Um, it’s fine. That’s not even what I came over here for.” You scratch the back of your neck for a second, an anxious habit because suddenly, you’re pretty nervous standing in front of a sweetly awkward boy with possibly the nicest eyes you’ve ever seen and the cutest shy smile that he seems to be trying to maintain desperately.
“Oh.” He nods, heat crawling up his cheeks as he sidesteps out of your view. “I- I- I- um, sorry for blocking something, I probably am-”
“You’re not,” you assure him. Peter can feel his heart squeeze tightly when you take a step closer toward him, but your smile is the least intimidating thing he’s ever come across. It’s gentle. He appreciates the gentleness of it. “So, um, what’s your name?” It doesn’t come out as smooth as you would have liked it to, but Peter grins back at you like you’ve just asked him the greatest question in the universe.
“I’m Peter,” he replies, running a hand through his hair again in a way similar to your own nervous tick of rubbing the back of your neck. “Uh, Peter Parker, he repeats, not knowing if you wanted his last name or not.
Scott, across the room, cups his hands around his mouth and calls toward you, “Y/N, if you’re gonna flirt with that kid, at least reorganize the shelves, too!” You turn around to give Scott the finger. To be honest though, you’re also turning around to mask the embarrassment on your face.
Peter steps out of the way again so you can stand in front of the mess he had already created just a few minutes before. “I’m Y/N, in case you didn’t catch that.” Peter likes the little disconcerted expression you’re donning now. He’s glad that he’s not the only one flustered here, and in an odd way, it makes him feel a little more confident when talking to you, the same person he’s been trying to gather the courage to hold a conversation with for the two weeks.
“I knew that already,” he says. Then, realizing the odd way you’re looking at him suddenly, he continues, “because of, you know, the uh, name tag. Your name tag. It has your name on it. So, that’s how I know.” Another nervous smile flashed toward you.
“Oh, yeah,” you look down at it. You continue stacking the shelves in the proper manner. “You really did a number on these,” you wave your hand toward the shelves. “Tell me, how’d you manage to knock down two different shelves in under five minutes and put everything back in a way not even remotely close to the way they were before?”
He knows you mean it lightheartedly, but he still blushes even deeper than before. “Hey, at least I tried,” he answers defensively. “But, um, I don’t even really know. I think you made me nervous. You- you waved at me.” He glances down at his shoes, shuffling his feet again. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, he thinks to himself. He misses the beam you give him, secretly pleased with yourself for having that effect on him. It was flattering.
“I made you nervous?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he nods. “That’s cute, Peter. I’m not much to get nervous over, though. Trust me.” You turn your back on the display shelf just in time for Peter to shake his head at you.
“I’ve been coming in here for two weeks now, and I haven’t bought anything because I’m too nervous to go up to the register and talk to you. So yeah, you are. Something to get nervous over, I mean.” You knew what he meant, but he had a habit of over-explaining every little detail that you found endearing, so you let him talk. “Is that weird? Am I weird?”
“Nah.” You reach out to squeeze his hand for literally a millisecond, which irritates him to no end because he kind of wants you to hold on for longer. “Like I said before, it’s kind of cute. You’re a cute kid.”
Puffing out his chest a little, he says, “Well, I wouldn’t really call myself a kid, I am fifteen so…” Oddly enough, it’s that comment alone that makes you sort of fall in love with him in that moment, and the way he so terribly wants to impress you. There’s no way to describe him other than ridiculously sweet, which is ironic considering you’re standing in a candy shop when he admits that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on and when he asks for your number, you don’t hesitate to give it to him.
It’s the first time he buys something from the store, and he walks out with a stupidly happy grin on his face and approaches Ned with a new bounce in his step. He’s been standing out there for a half hour and patience that was diminishing faster and faster. As they’re walking back to the train so they can go home, Ned eyes Peter as he bites into a chocolate bar. “Peter, you literally hate chocolate, what are you doing?”
Peter shrugs, taking another piece off. “This chocolate bar scored me a date and the number of the cutest worker in that store. I’m gonna learn to love it.”
“The worker you’ve been stalking for the past two weeks?”
“It wasn’t stalking, Ned!”
Ned gives Peter an unconvincing nod, but truthfully, he’s glad to see his best friend so excited over someone. It’s been awhile since Liz, and Ned knows Peter deserves to be happy. And boy, is Peter ever so happy, even while he’s eating chocolate that he hasn’t liked since he was seven.
I’m sorry but this is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m pretty sure this was a cute little nod to how they sleep. They all clearly had time to sit/lay down and get comfortable before the diluted curse hit (hence Regina being sat in her chair and not on the floor, and CS being snuggled up - they wouldn’t have landed like that if they’d just fallen).
I appreciate the little details like this. It was a blink-and-you-miss-it, omg-pause-that-right-now-and-replay-it moment. And I don’t think it was incidental that they’re posed like this. I suspect it’s their own little addition to the staging (because we know Colin and Jen’s improv talents are world-class), in an effort to give a glimpse of how Emma and Killian normally sleep together (the G rated version obv lol).
So, standing ovation as usual for Colin and Jen, ruining us with flawless little nuances of our favorite soon-to-be-married couple.
“Peter is a child.” Tony hisses into the phone. He’s keeping
one eye on the kid from where he is standing, not hiding just standing, around
“He’s normally a child Tony, what’s your point?” Rhodey
asks, Tony can hear him yawning over the line.
“Yes, he’s normally like 14 though not 4.” Tony is
definitely not screeching in distress. “Normally he is my height, not this tiny
“What?” Rhodey asks, and he sounds more awake now.
“I don’t know, Friday says it’s Peter, but he’s like 2.”
Tony peeks out to see Peter trying to pull himself onto the couch, he gets a
wave and a gap-toothed grin.
“I thought he was 4.” Rhodey points out, and it sounds like
he’s laughing at Tony.
“I don’t know what age he is, he’s small Rhodey. I need
help, please come help me with the spider kid.” He pleads, waving back at
Peter. Peter starts to toddle towards him.
“I’ll be there tomorrow morning.” Rhodey grumbles, and the
dial tone sounds in his ear. Tony’s eyes are wide with fear when Peter bumps
into his leg.
“Tomorrow morning?” His voice is little more than a squeak.
“That is what he said boss.” Friday replies, she sounds
“Okay, hi Peter.” Tony greets crouching down next to the
kid. “I’m Tony Stark.” He holds out his hand to the little guy.
“Hi!” Peter shouts, grabbing onto his hands. “I like your
bobots.” He holds out his arms in the normal kid gesture for pick me up, and
Tony does, hefting the kid onto his hip.
“Really, which of my robots is your favorite?” He asks,
bouncing a little. Peter squeals excitedly.
“I like the nice wall lady, and the dumb rolly robot, but my
favorite is suit lady.” He informs Tony, nodding excitedly. “She’s nice.” Tony
“She is, isn’t she? You know I think you are her favorite
human too.” He pokes Peter’s nose for emphasis. Peter giggles, grabbing onto
his glasses with one hand, and yanking them off his face. “Ow.” Tony winces,
and the glasses snap in half, apparently the little spider still has some super
“Oh no.” His eye’s go wide and glossy and he looks up at
Tony. “Please no mad. I didn’t mean to Mr. Shark.” Tony is trying very hard not
to look like he wants to cry. “Please don’t leave.” Peter sniffles.
“I’m not leaving Peter, I’m right here. The glasses are dumb
anyways.” He takes what’s left of them from Peter and drops them in the
garbage. “See all gone.”
“No gone. I broke the boat and you were gone, no leaving
now.” Peter insists, clutching at Tony’s shirt. Tony drops onto the couch, he
needs to look put together for the kid, but his heart feels like it’s breaking
in his chest. He gave Peter abandonment issues. He was trying to break the
cycle, and he failed. Gesturing with his left arm for Dum-E to come over, he
tries to soothe the kid.
“I’m so sorry Peter. I shouldn’t have left you then, and I
won’t leave you now. I promise.” He pats Peter’s pack in an attempt to be
comforting. Dum-E rolls over, blanket clutched in his claw.
“Pinky promise?” Peter asks, holding up his pinky.
“Pinky promise.” Tony links his pinky with Peter’s just as
Dum-E drops a blanket onto both of their heads. “Thanks Dum-E.” Tony grumbles,
it makes Peter giggle so Tony will consider it a success.
“You’re not mad?” Peter asks.
“Nah those glasses were dumb anyways. I’m much prettier
without them.” Tony informs him. Peter reaches out, grubby fingers poking at
“Your eye is dark under. Aunt May says it’s a bag but that
doesn’t make any sense.” Peter informs him. “You put things in bags.” He
“I do not have bags under my eyes.” Tony insists. Peter
looks as unconvinced as a four-year-old can. “I get a healthy amount of sleep.”
“Mr. Shark, you don’t sleep, ever.” Peter points out, and
Tony doesn’t really have an argument, and he doesn’t really want to correct
Peter’s pronunciation of Stark, so it’s time to change the topic.
“Friday, how long until Rhodey gets here?” He asks.
“Based on his flight plan, he should arrive at the building
in approximately 10 hours.” Friday
replies. Tony tries not to look absolutely horrified.
“I’m going to die.” He whispers, Peter pats his cheek
“Don’t worry Mr. Shark, I protect you.” Peter assures him,
it’s the cutest thing Tony has ever seen and he’s going to wrap this kid in
bubble wrap and never let him outside into the dangerous world ever again.
Squeezing the soft plum in your hand, you make sure to pick the best ones for your husband. Despite you trying to find the best of the fruit, he always claimed nothing would beat the plums in Romania. You laughed softly to yourself at the memory, bringing the few plums to the check out. Gripping the small paper bag you head back home.
“I’m home!” you call out opening the door, dropping your bag near the entrance. Bucky emerges from the bedroom a picture of comfort in his baggy sweats and cosy sweater. With a small smile, you walk towards him hiding the bag behind your back. He mirrors your smile taking a few steps to meet you.
“Hi” he pecks you before he raises his brow in curiosity, leaning slightly to get a look behind your back.
“Close your eyes, hands out” you order, much to his amusement.
“This feels familiar” he smirks but does as you say.
You shake your head at his antics as your heart leaps at his utmost trust in you. Carefully, you pull a single plum out placing it in his outstretched hands. You put the bag on a nearby table and watch as his brows furrow. His hands stay still as he speaks, “this isn’t going to be last time when you put a caterpillar you found in my hand is it?” his nose scrunches slightly and you think it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You let out a laugh, cupping under his hands with yours.
“I promise it’s not, open your eyes” you say softly as he opens them. Delight dances in his cerulean eyes as they land on the tiny plum in his hand. He runs his right thumb over the purple flesh before his eyes meet yours once more.
“Doll, we already have plums. I went to that market with Steve that’s only open on Saturdays-” but you cut off his rambling.
“That’s the size of our baby” biting your lip nervously, you wait for his reaction.
Tears begin to glaze over his eyes, a tiny whimper escaping his lips as your words sink in. “Our baby, you-you mean- we’re going to have a baby?” his voice trembles, eyes travelling down to the plum which he cradles in his cupped hands before moving back up to yours. “I’m going to be a dad?” he whispers and you nod, your own tears flowing down your cheeks. A heartbeat passes before he kisses your lips passionately, his hand moving to your belly.
“Our own little plum” he murmurs with a watery smile.
requests are open! Yes! Uh so I’d love to read a BTW reaction in which their s/o appreciates their flaws. Like kissing or praising parts of their body they don’t like (doesn’t have to be their body, can be things like namjoons clumsiness too). Since there are so many vice versas of them doing this, I feel like the boys deserve to get treated like they’re precious too :’)
Hola 😎 thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it
You decorated Jin’s face with your kisses, leaving behind your pink lip gloss as soon as he begun venting about his dislike of his glasses .
“You look adorable” he looked at you with a slight pout .
“I don’t like them” you threw your arms around his neck .
“Well I love them” .
“I want to go change” you glanced at Yoongi, he was wearing shorts and a polo shirt .
“Why?” he frowned .
“My legs look horrible” you rolled your eyes .
“Your legs look fine and you could use a tan” you teased him making him huff .
You pressed your lips onto his cheek and cupped the other with your hand .
“You look great” .
“Do you think I’m handsome?” you stared at him, surprised by his question .
“What are you talking about?” before he could answer you covered his mouth .
“If you ever question your attractiveness again I will personally throw you off of a cliff” he facial reaction showed pure horror .
“Jung Hoseok ,BTS visual, sounds nice doesn’t it?” you removed your hand to see his bright smile .
“You’re crazy but I love you” and your lips met his .
Rap Monster :
You glanced over at a frustrated Namjoon. He broke something…again.
He let out a sigh causing you to stroll over to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist .
“Are you hurt?” he shook his head .
“Good. As long as your ok, I’ll help you clean up” you let go of him and took his hand .
“No matter how many things you break I’ll still love you Kim Namjoon” a small smile came onto his lips .
(GOD HE IS SOOO CUTE !!!)
You took Jimin’s hand and begun to play with his fingers .
“Your hands are so cute” he pulled his hand away .
“No they’re not” you chuckled .
“Come on Jimin you have the cutest hands I’ve ever seen. I wish my hands were that cute” you could tell from Jimin’s face that he didn’t really like your words. So you took his head into to your hands and squished his cheek .
“But they’re not as cute as your face” you cooed, making him smile .
You stared at Taehyung’s face, analyzing his different facial expressions .
“What’s wrong?” he pointed at his phone ,pointed at himself, it was a video of the boys dancing .
“I think I messed up. It doesn’t look as good” .
“I couldn’t even do half of that without passing out from exhaustion” he laughed .You grabbed him playfully, ruffled his hair and kissed his cheeks making him laugh .
"I love you jagiya" .
You sat down on a near by table watching Jungkook dance. His movements were fluid, every step he took added to the story he was conveying, his dancing was more than mesmerizing .He stopped suddenly with a sigh, he looked over to you, his breathing rigid.
“Was it good?” you applauded as loud as you could .
“Bravo!” he laughed a bit uncomfortable .
“I don’t think it was good enough” you stopped clapping and glared at him unamused .
“That was the best dancing I’ve ever seen, J-Hope better look out cause you’re gonna steal his spot” he shook his head. You walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder after giving him a peck on the cheek .
It slips out. Quiet and rushed, the words forming and letting loose before she can think anything other than please say yes. Kara freezes, noodles halfway to her mouth as she looks between them, and Lena almost takes them back.
(They’ve been doing this- meetings under the guise of interviews, the latest on L-Corp- for weeks.
Somewhere, between hands brushing just so as they pass food back and forth, it’s become featherlight kisses on the corner of her mouth when Kara leaves, promises to call when the other is free and texting whenever they can.
Somewhere, Kara has went from her only friend in National City to something. Something that makes her heart race with possibility and ache with the thought of its loss if she pushes.)
I’ve been meaning to talk more about Pancake’s story since I started this tumblr back up. After seeing Heather’s post about “share your animal caretaking accomplishments”, it reminded me & seemed like a good time to write this up. :)
Pancake came to my partner’s hedgehog rescue seriously overweight at 800g. She was renamed from Petunia because…well. She did this -
Granted, I’m small & have short legs, but she was just massive! Her previous owner had loved her a lot, but hadn’t had the time to be very hands-on with her.
We had a lot of trouble enticing her to eat and she started to lose weight. She was very picky about food and was pretty resistant to being changed to anything healthier for her. Unfortunately, this all came to a tipping point around Easter, while I was hedgie-sitting her. She stopped eating completely and needed an emergency vet visit on Easter for sub-q fluids, and to be checked for a URI.
I’d fallen in love with Pancake pretty much the night we met her. I asked my partner if I could keep her & adopt her, because I was in a better position to spend the money on vet bills. So, Pancake was my Easter present!
Unfortunately, the next two months ended up being pretty stressful for everyone.
She ended up with a ringworm infection on her feet and in her toenails.
She didn’t start eating on her own again & I had to regularly syringe-feed her. Further vet visits showed that her liver values were very high and something was going on there. Further tests were inconclusive - the options were either liver cancer or hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver disease or FLD). The vet suggested exploratory surgery and a biopsy to figure out which one it was, since there was no way to tell otherwise.
This was a later picture of her surgery incision, where it was getting more healed up! She came through surgery fine, though we had a rough first couple nights where she was having a little more trouble with pain than we’d expected. Lots of hedgie & hedgie-mama crying! She improved after that though and we waited for the biopsy results to come in. They confirmed that it was hepatic lipidosis, due to her not eating enough and losing weight too quickly.
At this point, I’d been syringe-feeding this little-big girl 3-4 times a day for over a month, I think. I was starting to think she was never going to eat on her own again. But just when the vet and I were discussing the feasibility of putting a feeding tube in a hedgehog…..
She decided that her syringe-feeding mix was the Best Thing Ever! She was climbing into the bowl to eat! I insisted on continuing to help some because she was better at getting the food all OVER her instead of inside her, but this was the point where we finally had hope for her again. The relief was overwhelming! And because it’s one of the cutest pictures I’ve taken of her, here she is waiting for Mom to get her for mealtime -
It took at least another month to wean her off of the syringe-feeding mix and find a commercial wet food that she could be convinced to eat. But things were uphill from there!
Just over a year later, she is still one of my proudest accomplishments (though she did most of the work!) and she makes me smile constantly. I will never get tired of seeing how much she loves to eat now - she’ll come out of her sleeping spot and be waiting impatiently for me if I’m late with their dinner! She’s still very picky, but I’ve found a number of extra treats she’ll eat, like mealworms, superworms, dubia roaches, and raw meat grinds.
With being a healthy weight and recovered from all of her major health issues, she’s become one of the most personable hedgies I’ve met. She loves to snuggle and sleep on me, totally out in the open.
We’d discovered during the months before her illness that she actually likes belly rubs and they’ll put her to sleep sometimes!
She still likes to dig in her food while she eats, and creates a horrible mess! So I gave up and just started giving her little fleece place mats that I can change out. And on the plus side, she also likes to clean her own paws, which is the cutest thing I’ve EVER seen. At some point, I’ll have to get a video of it uploaded! For now, here’s a still from one of the videos.
I hope you enjoyed Pancake’s story! :) I think she’s really special and I love her a lot. She’s currently about 3.5 years old and I hope I get to have her around for at least a couple more years! ♥
Summary: you’ve been stood up by your asshole of a boyfriend and a cute boy haired boy comes to rescue you from embarrassment
You had been waiting for your boyfriend, Jake for what seemed to be hours now. You guys had dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant to celebrate your recent job promotion.
“Miss, are you ready to order now?” The waiter asked for the third time.
“No, I’m pretty sure my boyfriend will be here soon.” You answered, still hopeful that Jake would show up.
You gotten all dressed up for this event as well, a cute black dress with some subtle pumps. You thought tonight was going to be special, but clearly it wasn’t special to Jake.
Another thirty minutes passed. People were were starting to give you apologetic looks, like they knew you were stood up, which only made you feel worse.
Just as you were about to leave, a tall boy with brown hair came rushing to your table saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late, babe. Traffic is awful right now.”
You were confused confused to say the least.
The brown headed boy then sat down at the table and quietly said, “I’m Harry, just go with it yeah? Whoever stood you up is an ass.”
You giggled, “I’m Y/N.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you.” Harry said.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked.
Harry explained how he had been waiting for a table with his mother and sister when he saw you all alone. He said that he saw that you looked upset, “I didn’t want to see you leave here with a frown on your face, I know how getting stood up feels.”
“Thank you for doing this.” You said.
“No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.” Harry said.
You finally got a good look at this boy and he was attractive. ‘This might not be so bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.
The waiter came around again, “well, look who finally showed up.”
“All my fault,” said Harry, “the traffic was really bad and I left my house late.”
You giggled again, this boy is something else.
During the rest of the dinner you found that you and Harry had lots in common, you guys were both the same age, liked the same bands and music and had similar hobbies and interests.
When you found out that Harry was a musician you told him, “well now you have to play me one of your songs.”
To which he replied, “all in good time, love. All in good time.”
When the check came Harry insisted that he pay it even after fighting about it for ten minutes he didn’t budge, “no let me. It will be my treat.” He said.
Leaving the restaurant you noticed how good of a time you had time with Harry. Actually it was probably the best unplanned date you’ve had in a while. Harry was funny, sweet and he was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I really had fun tonight, thank you so much.” You said to Harry, who was walking to you to your car.
“Me too, like I said whoever stood you up is an ass.” He said.
You stopped in front of your car, “you could say that again.”
Harry chucked and looked down, “I’d really like to do this with you again sometime, like on a real date.”