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Moonshot - Chapter 11

Wow. First of all, I'm really sorry for the delay of this chapter. I'm extremely busy with uni and since I'm having a bit of a writer's block with this story it has been really difficult to get this chapter out.

Either way, thank you for following my stories and supporting my writing, it means a lot! Anyways, every comment/ feedback is welcome!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

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Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10

Dan didn't go home that night.

He tried to, mentioning a few times that he should let Phil rest after the crazy few days he had had, trying to give Phil a bit of space if he wanted.

If Dan was honest he hadn't really wanted to go back to his lonely apartment in the heavy rain, but he could understand Phil's boundaries so he offered anyways, but Phil wasn't getting any of it, convincing Dan to stay with a few soft kisses.

So Dan ended up staying, still acting a bit shy around Phil when he told Dan to lie down with him on his bed, getting under the covers and sighing when Phil put his arms around him, bringing him closer to his still cold body, laying his head on Phils's chest, the beat of his heart relaxing Dan to the point that he fell asleep before managing to say a faint ''good night''.

It was now the next morning and Dan woke up slowly, rolling onto his side while his head rested on a pillow...? Wait. He thought he had fallen asleep almost on top of Phil last night? Had he dreamed that? Was yeterday all a dream? He hoped it really wasn't.

''Phil?'' Dan softly called, searching blindly for a warm body next to him only to receive no response. Was Phil still asleep?

Dan opened his eyes and looked around, finding no Phil on the bed or even on the bedroom. Had Phil left him? No, this couldn't be, Phil wouldn't do that. He must be in the bathroom then. But the door was still open and no one was there... Phil had really left him alone on his bed?

Dan was now more convinced than ever that yesterday had been all a dream. That it was all in his head. He only wanted to cry now.

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For the drabble could you do 21?

Okay, first of all, I’m sorry for such a big delay. My schedule has been crazier than ever so I couldn’t write anything for weeks and even months but here it is!

author notes - Warning! - this drabble deals with some inappropriate touching so if you are uncomfortable with that, just avoid reading this.

21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)Exams of the first semester were finally over and that meant that the biggest student house in the campus was having the most awesome party that people from the university of Manchester would never forget.

So, dressed in his best white and tightest skinny jeans combined with a thin but nice flowered shirt and his pastel coloured Vans that matched the flower crown that was perfectly resting on his recently dyed black hair, Phil entered the first floor of the house, bringing his friend Madison along with him.

“C'mon Mads! I wanna get at least a few drinks before we hit the dancefloor!” Phil shouted at her over the loud music so they could hear each other, making a sign at her to follow him to the unfamiliar kitchen.

Once the friends had reached the alcohol stands that were displayed in the kitchen, Phil started pouring what Mads considered “a bit too much of vodka” but Phil shrugged at her and mixed it with some lemon juice that he had spotted right away.

“You want one?” Phil offered her but Madison declined, grabbing a beer instead as she observed Phil finishing his mixed drink.

“Have you seen anyone from our year?’’ Mads asked, taking a quick sip and grimacing at the bitter taste.

‘’A few people… The guys seemed to remember me at least!’’ Phil chuckled. You could describe Phil as the ‘’sassy and hot pastel guy from English class’’ but he often was also known as the ‘’guy who had at least made out with half of the guys from campus’’.

Yeah. Every time Phil entered a party, no matter how packed it was, every guy stared at him, the bravest ones managing to make a move after a drinking game or some not-very-appropriate dancing. So, yes, uni life was pretty much going well for him.

Suddenly, a few shouts were heard from the living room, making both friends run at it and seeing that a new drinking game that was about to start.

‘’Wanna play?’’ Phil heard a voice coming just right by his ear, turning around only to find Bryan, the attractive captain of the rugby team.

Phil instantly bit his lower lip, staring back at Bryan who had a naughty grin on his face as if he really wanted Phil to play.

“Sure, why not? You in, Mads?” Phil asked, not even turning his gaze off of Bryan to speak to his best friend.

“No, you go. I will go and talk to Hannah and Caleb… Have fun! Call me when you leave!” Mads said, patting Phil on the shoulder before walking off, leaving Phil and Bryan alone for a few seconds before another student shouted that the game was about to start.

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Moonshot - Chapter 10

Okay, so I’m finally back with another chapter of Moonshot yay! There have been a couple of crazy weeks so I’m sorry for the delay but you finally have it so enjoy!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

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Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9

Chapter 10: More Photographs

Apparently it only took a night for everything to come crashing down.

Phil woke up on Tuesday to the constant sound of his doorbell, not knowing who in this planet wanted to see him so badly.

It had been a terrible Monday. He woke up late and during work he felt an awful migraine coming up, arriving home exhausted, not even managing to Skype Dan later that day due to needing sleep as soon as possible.

Couldn't whoever it was leave him alone for a day?

He groaned and hid under his blue and green duvet, trying to block the noise but it didn't stop, so he put on his unmatching socks along with his glasses and padded all the way to his front door, yawning a few times in the process.

''Who is it?'' he asked, not even bothering to look through the peephole.

''It's me, Martyn, open up!'' his brother's voice said from the other side, finally stopping ringing the doorbell.

Phil opened the door but didn't manage to even greet his brother when Martyn barged in, grabbing Phil by his arm and leading him to the living room.

''Whoa wait! What's happening?'' Phil managed to ask, not understanding his brother's behaviour.

''Have you seen it? I suppose you haven't if you just woke up.'' Martyn said, leaving Phil in a more confused state than he already was.

''What was I supposed to see?'' Phil asked a bit worried, not really trusting himself to make suggestions.

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Muffs And Puns

I wrote this on my way home so in about two hours so I’m sorry if this is bad but my inspiration is crazy so yeah, a shot one shot based on Dan’s tweet.

summary: Based on Dan’s tweet ‘i ordered a muffin and the punny barista said ‘‘these are so muffIN RIGHT NOW’‘ so i replied ‘‘mmm get muffINSIDE ME’‘ and he just stared back’

or the fic where Phil is that barista but instead of staring back he giggles.

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As soon as he opened the door of the café, Dan’s nostrils were invaded by the strong coffee smell, making him inhale for a moment the delicious aroma.

It wasn’t too crowded, but many groups of people were chatting about everything and nothing, meaning there weren’t much seats free to seat on.

He had come in there expecting to work on his next video ideas, get out of his flat for a bit and see if the gods of inspiration englightened him elsewhere.

Dan walked towards the line where two other people were waiting to grab their drinks, thinking what kind of drink could boost his creative juices. A cappuccino? Hot chocolate? Extra large americano?

He took some steps forward as the line got shorter when he noticed the few pastries on the counter.

Oh. Muffins.

They looked good and only three were left. They were a bit pricey but they seemed so delicious… Dan could tell that the blueberry muffin was just asking him to eat him.

‘A talking muffin’ yeah sure. Such a good idea, Dan, it could work in a video.

Just in time, the woman ahead of him took her drink and left by the door, leaving Dan breathless as he noticed the attractive barista in front of him.

Pale skin contrasting wildly with the jet-black surely dyed straight fringed hair. His cheekbones were sharp, along with his jaw, but they most amazing feature Dan was more drawn to were the blue icy eyes that were behind those black framed glasses.

Unconsciously, Dan’s gaze drifted down, checking his thin frame hidden by the yellow coloured apron where a tag was pinned, with the phrase 'Hi! My name is Phil!’ written.

So, Phil was his name. It suited him. That was a name Dan could picture him saying… and moaning. God, that face and body was to die for. The counter was the only thing stopping him from jumping him right here and now.

“What can I get you?” the chirpy tone from the barista startled Dan, getting out of his daydream to finally order.

“Erm, just a medium sized cappuccino,” Dan said, coughing a bit trying to recover from this weird instant crush.

Phil showed him a smile and was about to turn around when Dan just rembemered.

“Oh, and the blueberry muffin on the counter!” he pointed at the one he wanted, even though it was the only blueberry one left.

“Right up!” Phil said, his smile getting wider, pink lips almost hiding.

Dan followed Phil’s graceful movements, fast but concentrated, following each step thoroughly. He didn’t want to, but Dan’s gaze went straight to Phil’s hips and bum, really appreciating how those blck uniform trousers hugged his assets.

“These are so muffIN right now!” Phil jocked with a laugh, making Dan turn his attention back on those eyes as the barista handed him his carboard cup of coffee and pastry.

Picking his order, Dan laughed with him, staring at Phil’s happy expression, making the barista look even more attractive than before.

God, Dan wished those lips would kiss him all over…

“mmm… Get muffINSIDE me,” Dan said, not realizing how that must have sounded for Phil. He wanted the floor to eat him up and bring him straight to hell.

A now red-faced Dan was about to apologize when Phil giggled. He freaking giggled. Oh my god. Dan was sure that was the cutest sound he had ever heard. How did Phil even manage to be attractive and adorable at the same time? It wasn’t fair!

He watched Phil blush a bit and bit his lower lip as he picked up something from the counter, as if he had forgotten to give something else to Dan, “here,” Phil reached and handed him a folded white napkin, “call me, maybe that can be arranged.”

Phil cheekily winked at Dan before turning his attention to the two teenagers that had been waiting in line, letting Dan reach one of the few free seats where he opened the napkin, scribbled numbers and a name with a drawn heart staring back at him.

Yeah, that muffin was worth it.

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drabbles 61??

okay, this took longer than expected I know, but hey, I really like how this turned out so I hope you enjoy!

61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.

“Ow!”Dan said as he felt the doorknob of the front door of his shared flathit his lower back, detaching himself from Phil’s lips.

Danmet the blue eyed a few weeks back at a university party. He had beenout with his flatmates to celebrate the end of the first semester ofthe year when while going to the bar he spotted Phil across the clubwith a few friends. No more than a few seconds later he knew he hadan instant crush.

Atthat time he didn’t even know the name of the stranger, justmentioning him in his head as the “pale black haired guy”, but itturned out know one of Dan’s flatmates, David, was friends with a fewpeople from that group, bringing all his flamates along to dance anddrink with them.

Aftera quick introduction, Dan got the stranger’s name. Phil. Phil Lester.It suited him.

Bothgroups ended up partying together that night, drinking shots here andthere till Dan was more, (so much more) than tipsy, utterly drunk hewould say, that he and Phil ended up dancing (well, mostly grinding)their bodies together, which led them to start making out against adark corner of the club till it was time to leave.

Aftera week, they coincided at another party, managing to get into thesame situation of hot griding followed by an intense making outsession that led to have questionable hickeys the following day.

Thisfollowed for a few Fridays and Saturdays, whenever they foundeachother at the club they would abandon their friends just to go andspend time together, not talking much, just the usual ‘how is unigoing?’ before their lips collided passionately for the rest of thenight.

Buttoday was different. Today it was Friday and Dan had been frustratedall week long. First, his classes had been going horribly wrongduring this whole week, he had a pretty serious argument with hisparents over the phone on Tuesday and they hadn’t talked since. Andif that wasn’t enough, he burnt his hand the other day while cooking,so yeah, it hadn’t been the best week for Dan and he just wanted toforget.

Forgetabout uni, forget about his family, forget about his burnt hand.

Andwhat was the best thing for that? Phil. Phil’s body against him,Phil’s lips kissing every inch of his face and neck… Yeah, heneeded Phil.

So,as he spotted Phil just entering the club, already a bit tipsy, hesnatched the blue eyed by the arm, not even giving him time to saygoodbye to his friends before leading them to the dancefloor,instantly grinding their bodies together at the same rythym of themusic that the DJ was playing, not even caring who saw.

“Eagertoday, uh?” Phil teased, grabbing Dan by the hips to bring him a bitcloser, making both of them gasp at the movement.

Danhummed and nodded at the same time, lacing his arms around Phil’sneck to bring their lips together as he had done so many timesbefore.

Philinstantly granted Dan access to his mouth, moaning at the contact ofthey tongues for a while, before the brown eyed detached their lipsand lowered his to Phil’s neck, who shuddered at the feeling, makingDan smirk at the effect he had on Phil.

Hetrailed back up and kissed Phil’s stubbly jaw before travelling tohis ear, “Wanna get out of this club? My flat will be empty… Wecan, you know…” Dan shout-whispered since the music was prettyloud.

Theyhad never gone further than a kissing and grinding, almost a handjobone time, but they decided that it didn’t feel right at the moment sothey stopped but now Dan wanted nothing more than to bring Phil to his bed all night and make him breakfast in the morning after doingeverything but sleeping.

Onlyif Phil also wanted to, of course. “If you want, of course. If youdon’t we can always stay here or stop kissing or…” Dan added,kissing his cheek before looking into those pretty blue eyes.

Philstared at Dan for a moment, making him dobut if he had been wrong forasking, but the grin and peck he received said otherwise.

“Leadthe way, Howell.”

Sothat’s how Dan found himself against his front door at 3am in themorning, trying to open the godamm door as gracefuly as he could withPhil attached at his neck, probably marking a hickey that would stillbe there for the following week.

OnceDan had somehow opened it and entered his flat, Phil separted a bitonly to close teh door and start kissing Dan again, making both ofthe walk all the hallway backwards, (how they were managing no totrip with anything Dan would never know) not even caring to switch onthe lights so they could see something.

Dancould feel his senses clouding even more as Phil pushed him against adoor and started kissing him everywhere, lips, face, neck,coallarbones… at the same time he was trying to undress him fromhis moth-patterned shirt, making the brown haired feel even morearoused than ever.

“mmm…th… bedroom?” Phil’s hoarse and cracked voice startled Dan fromhis daze, making him almost not undersand anything so he just noddedto whatever the blue eyed had said and with a twist of his arms heopened the door, reattaching their mouths together, walking alsobackwards all the way to the bed where he fell down, dragging Phildown with him, soft pillows messing up his curls even more.

Theycontinued making out for a while, hands roaming lower and lower everypassing minute, discarding articles of clothing here and there, asDan felt the weight of the black haired on top of him, loving the waytheir bodies fit perfectly together.

Oncethey both where only with their boxers, their arousals prettynoticeable at this point, Dan couldn’t wait for more, “Phil… Ineed… I need you.”

Philkissed him sofly, murmuring an almost quiet “Okay” before liftinghimself on his forearms a bit to look at Dan, “You sure?”

Dansmiled at his sweetness and nodded, “Yes, you?”

Philgrinned before asking where the condoms and lube were, kissing Dan afew times on his jaw and neck, not letting him answer properly.

“Just…in the bed… bedside drawer” Dan said panting, as he felt Phil movehis left hand around in his search of the items.

Philmanaged to open it with such force that he managed to knock afigurine that had been standing there onto the floor.

Danwhined, trying to convince Phil that he could pick it up later, butthe blue eyed ignored him and picked it up from under the bed towhere it had rolled to, managing to pick up a particular thing thathe hadn’t expected to find in Dan’s bed at all.

“Dan…care to… explain why there’s a bra under your bed.” Phil saidslowly, taking out said bra from under the bed, a pastel pink brawith white lace on it, forming delicate flowers on the straps.

“What!?A bra!? What the…?” Dan shockedly shouted, trying to stand up abit straighter on the bed with a bit of difficulty since Phil wasstill on top of him, straddling him.

Dansnatched the bra out of Phil’s hands and tried to examine it a bitbetter, he had seen this before…

Helooked back at Phil who looked a bit surprised with a hint ofsadness? He couldn’t place it, it was so dark in his bedroom that hehardly could see Phil’s face.

Wait,his bedroom wasn’t this dark. He never drew back the curtains sincehe was scared of the dark, he needed the see the reasuring streetlights always before going to sleep.

Withoutthink much, he switched on the bedside lamp that was next to them,instantly taking in the surrounding bedroom.

Itwas Louise’s bedroom! They had fucking entered his flatmate Louise’sbedroom and that’s why there was a bra under the bed!

Justbefore entering Dan hadn’t even noticed this wasn’t his bedroom, hehad been so entranced by Phil’s ministrations that he hadn’t lookedaround to see if he was in the right room.

Healmost had sex in Louise’s bed. Oh God.

“Wow,I know you said black was your favourite colour but this shade ofpink is nice too. Pretty calming,” Phil commented as he lookedaround, spotting a few flowered cushions along with some motivationalposters on the walls.

Dangroaned as he threw himself against the pillows, “Phil, this is notmy bedroom. This is Louise’s, we freaking entered the wrongbedroom!” he chuckled.

Itwas funny, he would admit that.

“Oh…Oh! So that’s why there was a bra under the bed,” Phil realized,exhaling a bit as he smiled.

“Phil,I have not been with anyone since I met you,” Dan said, drawing hisarm to lay a hand on Phil’s cheek, giving him a peck on the lips. Asign of reassuring that he was sure the blue eyed needed at thatmoment.

“So…are you still interested in seeing my bedroom?” Dan said, wigglinghis eyebrows up and down suggestively, making Phil laugh, whoinstanly nodded and squealed as Dan picked him up, managing to enterthe right bedroom this time, throwing Phil on the bed, this time Danstraddling him, as he continued his heated kisses, followed bywandering hands and loud moans that a damned bra had interrupted.

Needlessto say Louise made Dan clean her whole bedroom the next morning asshe spotted all their clothes around her bed, but at least he hadPhil feeding him pancakes with kisses every few minutes that madecleaning even more bearable.

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for the drabbles 51

It took a bit of time but here it is!

51. Hand over the cheese grater, orelse.

Philwas having a relaxed Wednesday. He woke up warm, still bundled up onhis duvet, had his mug of coffee along with a bowl of his favourite(well, Dan’s) cereal for breakfast and spent the last two hoursediting their newest gaming video which was turning out better thanexpected.

Sometimein the middle of his intense editing session he felt a hand on hisshoulder, making him jump from his seat before noticing it was Danwho was behind him. Who else could have been?

“Dan!You scared me!” Phil almost shouted, lowering his headphones to hisneck.

Danlaughed as he left a tall glass full of water next to him and leaneddown to give him a sweet forehead kiss, “How is editing going?” Danasked as he sat down on the chair next to the blue eyed.

“Good,I might finish this now and we can enjoy our afternoon outside if youwant.” Phil said, offering his boyfriend a smile, unsticking hisfingers from the mouse and keyboard for a moment.

“Yeah,I would like that,” Dan said, eyes glued to the screen where hechecked the time, “It’s almost 1 pm, I was thinking of making somepasta, you wanna help making a sauce or something?”

Philnodded. He loved cooking along with Dan, they made a pretty good teamalso in the kitchen, “Sure, let me finish this bit and I’ll be downto help you in a bit,” he pecked Dan on his rosy cheek, who offeredhim a smile before leaving the room, leaving Phil alone with thecomputer.

Afterclicking, dragging and adding a few more bits to what would be thefinal cut, Phil streched and left the computer to render the video ashe made his way to the kitchen, where Dan was taking out a fewutensils from the cupboards.

“Youfinished?” Dan asked as he filled up a pot with water.

“Yes!It’s exporting so I can start my super delicious pesto sauce, what doyou say? Do we even have basil?” Phil opened the fridge and foundthe vegetable he was looking for. He was being pretty lucky today.

Philenjoyed Dan’s almost quiet humming as he stirred the spaguetti whenhe heard a squeak.

“Dan?Was that you?” Phil asked, a frown appearing on his face.

“Thehumming? Yeah, it was me, why? I can stop if it bothers you,” Dansaid, frowning also. He didn’t realize it was that annoying.

“No,no, your humming is good. I meant a squeak. I heard a squeak and Ithought it was you,” Phil said.

“Asqueak? Are you sure Phil? I’m sure I would have heard it too,” Danlooked at him, a confused expression on his face.

“Nevermind,it must have been accidental or somehting.” Phil mumbled, picking uphis knife and started cutting some of the basil, leaving the ‘squeakincident’ aside.

Theycontinued their tasks when Phil heard another squeak. Okay, this timeit wasn’t accidental, but he was sure if he asked Dan again he wouldlikely think he had gone mad or somehting.

Philtried to ignore it, but it was starting to sound more repeatedly. Whydidn’t Dan hear it? Could he investigate where it was coming fromwithout Dan suspecting anything?

Hewaited till he heard the noise once again, and it seemed to comefrom… the fridge? Had they left another soda can open which wasletting it’s fizz out?

Philwalked to the fridge, knowing Dan wouldn’t suspect anything andopened it, searching for a soda can but couldn’t find any. Oh, so itwasn’t a bubbly drink making the annoying noise, it had to besoemthing else.

A bitconfused, Phil closed the fridge door when once again the squeakreached his ears. This couldn’t be.Was he really going mad?

Hewaited till it sounded again and realized it was coming from behindthe fridge! Was something wrong with it? He hoped it wasn’t broken.

Philcrouched and looked behind it, only to find that a tiny mouse wastrapped in there! Oh no, poor mouse. He needed to rescue it. Itseemed disorientated as if he had touched some electric wire…

Howcould he help the little animal out without harming it? He didn’ttrust himself to move the fridge without harming himself and themouse in the process.

Couldhe lure the mouse out with some cheese? Maybe he could put some of itin his hand and the mouse could walk in there so Phil could leave himoutside or they could leave a trail of cheese to it to followoutside. Yeah, any of those ideas were good.

Philopened the fridge and, with a bit of disgust, he picked up the pieceof cheese Dan had saved in there, realizing it was to big to try tofeed the mouse. He would need to cut it somehow.

Phillooked at Dan, whose back was facing him since he seemed concentratedin his task of not burning pasta.

“Dan…hand over the cheese grater, or else.” Phil asked, ‘or else’ meaninga knife or even some scissors.

“What?Why? The pesto sauce doesn’t even have cheese! And also, have youforgotten the fact that you don’t even like cheese? Is this like thebanana thing that happened to you and you suddenly like cheese?” Danrambled, still stirring the pasta, oblivious to what was happening,not even bothering to turn around.

“No!”Phil said a bit louder, grabbing his boyfriend’s attention, whoturned around to look at him, squating down by teh firdge with a bigpiece of cheese on his hand. Now for sure he looked insane.

“Whatthe hell are you doing?” Dan said, turning off the stove as if heknew the explanation would take a moment.

“Ifound where the squeak I heard earlier was coming from. There is atiny mouse behind the fridge and it seems a bit disorientated, Iwanted to feed him a bit of cheese but the piece is too big, that’swhy asked for a cheese grater or somehting,” Phil said, explainingeverything.

Heheard Dan’s “oh” from where he was standing, moving around thekitchen, finally finding the cheese grater Phil had been asking for.

“Here,”Dan crouched down next to Phil and showed him the chees grater,holding it inn place as the blue eyed proceeded to grate the bigpiece of cheese that was starting to fall in small almost crumb-likepieces on his hand.

OncePhil had managed to get a fair amount of cheese on the palm of hishand, he handed the big piece back to Dan and held the mini-mountainof cheese near to where the mouse was trapped, who instantly seemedmore awake with the ‘cheesy’ smell that was starting to reach hislittle nose, moving it up and down in a fast and repeated movement.

Danand Phil stared expectantly at the mouse, which was slowly making hisway to Phil’s hand, finally taking a small jump towards it andinstantly nibbling the cheese.

Philput his other hand over it, trapping it safely so it didn’t jump fromthere and at the same time trying not to crush it, “Fast Dan! Go andopen the front door!”

Bothof them stood up quickly and Dan did as he was told, opened theirmain door and observed as Phil crouched down once again, putting hishands near the pavement and waving goodbye to the small mouse, “ByeTimothy! Hope you reunite with your mice family soon!”

Danchuckled at his adorable boyfriend. Of course Phil would have alreadynamed the tiny animal and wished him a good way back to his home.

“Timothy?I though Remy was a more appropiate name, I mean, Ratatouille was apretty good movie and he was in our kitchen after all, I’m sure hecould have been a good chef,” Dan commented as he closed the maindoor staring at Phil slowly come back up.

“Ugh,Remy, that was it! How could I forget about Ratatouille!” Philexclaimed, “I’m sure he could have helped you don’t burn the pastaafter all.” Phil chuckled at Dan, who tried to catch him on his wayto the bathroom but the door closed and locked just right by hisnose.

“Youwill pay for that remark, Lester!”

“Youwish, Howell. You wish!”

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Moonshot - Chapter 8

Hey, I'm back! Yes, it took me a bot longer to update but I've been struggling with this chapter more than I expected because I had another ide in mind first but my mind went crazy and it took me another week to finish this one.

As always, hope you enkoy it and any feedback is welcome!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

words: 3.1k

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Only A Week

Dan woke up to his phone ringing on Saturday morning. His agent Estelle wanted him to come over to her office to talk to him about 'some secret project' that she had some information about.

''Why so early?'' he had asked over the phone, but Estelle just sushed him and told him to get ready.

So, still sleepy and with only a coffee on his body he took a cab and headed to her office, yawning as he knocked on the dark brown wooden door.

''C'mon in!'' Dan heard Estelle shout from inside of her office.

Dan opened the door and walked inside, finding a suit claded Estelle already standing up from her chair to envelope him into a big hug, ''Dan! It's so nice to see you!''

Dan hugged her back, ''Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it?''

He felt Estelle nod against his shoulder before separating their bodies and walking back to her office chair, indicating Dan to sit in the one in front of her, a glass table being the only thing between the two of them.

After asking the informal 'how are you's', Estelle went straight to the point. ''Look Dan, I received a new email from the sport clothing brand we worked with a year ago. As you know, you being the face of their last clothing range was absolutely marvelous. Anyways, they plan on launching their new campaign soon and they want an immediate response since they had talked with another player but he turned the offer down last minute and they were planning to strat all of it next Wednesday so yeah, really last minute, I know.'' Estelle rolled her eyes but continued, ''The new baseball season is about to start but you have handled the promo stuff and games other years so it should be okay.''

Estelle handed Dan a few papers so he could see what kind of clothes he would be wearing and more stuff he didn't really understand about budgets, promo shoots and more along with the contract of this campaign.

Dan really had enjoyed working with this brand before and it had been a while since he had done it. This could be another good opportunity for him. ''I really like how it sounds...'' Dan said pensive, still trying to understand the papers Estelle had given him.

''Apparently, you will be modeling with Claire Vickard, the tennis player, and they want to take you both to Ireland for a few landscape shoots, nothing too difficult, but you will have to stay there for a week. I've already talked to your coach and said it's fine, you are doing great at practice so...''

Dan listened attentively, picking up every detail Estelle was saying. Wait, a week in Ireland without seeing Phil? It shouldn't be that hard, right?

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Moonshot - Chapter 7

I’m back! I don’t know how I managed to finish this chapter this week but somehow I made it so I’m pretty happy!

Hope you enjoy it and any type of feedback is welcome!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6

Chapter 7 - Between Books

Phil was in heaven. He was sure he had died and gone to heaven the moment Dan and him kissed in the jellyfish’s room. And then again in the manta ray hallway. And then back at Dan’s doorstep, where he could tell both of them hadn’t wanted to say goodbye.

He had enjoyed seeing Dan in such a carefree mood, smiling the whole time, his eyes sparkled everytime a new fish appeared in his line of vision; relaxed from his baseball player ‘persona’. Even though Dan was pretty honest when it came to fame, Phil was sure there were some traits about his personality that he hadn’t been able to show the world, and this was one of them.

Dan also opened up about his childhood, about how being a professional baseball player had never been in his future plans but he could have never asked for more, how he likes to go back home and see his family and dog but cannot as much as he likes to and a few other things Phil was sure very few people knew about Dan.

It had been such a perfect first date it was unbeliveable and Phil was glad he had managed to capture some of it. They both had taken pictures of sea creatures they’d spotted, but more than once Phil was drawn by Dan’s presence, just looking at his backside or profile contrast with the blueness of the tanks that Phil couldn’t resist and took a few pictures without Dan noticing. He even sent them to Dan after their date, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at Phil for taking them without permission, but Dan was fine about them (even thanking him with some heart and fish emojis) that he even posted a picture on his Instagram, not giving any hints about his date but clearly making everyone see this 'new’ side of him.