Lethal Games Bring Lethal Fans | daniel howell x male reader

chapter six | Dogs and Dinner Plans

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(Mo/n) = Mom's name

The man nodded before moving aside and signaling to the other man in the passenger seat of the truck.

"My name is Anthony and that's Steven. The box count when we first took inventory was 16 and the furniture count was seven. Is that correct?" The man named Anthony asked. You furrowed your eyebrows before laughing quietly.

"Uh, sure... That sounds accurate enough." You replied with a shrug. Anthony gave a small smile before walking over to the back of the truck. He placed a key in the lock, but you stopped paying attention to him after you heard a bark. You turned your head to look at Steven and saw him holding open the passenger seat door. Your eyes widened, and you knelt with a large smile as you realized what was happening. Your dog (D/n) was currently bolting towards you at scale-breaking speeds.

She barked happily and catapulted herself into your arms. Your face became wet with dog saliva as she kissed you feverishly. Sure, it was gross, but you were too enthralled to see her again to care. You laughed and wrapped your arms around her neck. She was barking loudly in your ear as you sighed.

"God, I missed you girl." You whispered. (D/n) continued barking happily as a response.

You pulled away and stood up, rubbing the fur on top of her head as you did. You looked over your shoulder and saw that Phil was already beginning to move boxes from the truck to your apartment. You cleared your throat and began to quiet (D/n) down. You walked inside and into the kitchen, making sure she was following.

"Alright girl. I need you to sit and stay. Heavy stuff is being moved and I don't want you to get hurt, okay? Stay." You said. She followed your directions and sat down on the wooden floor. You smiled and walked away, looking over your shoulder to make sure she had listened to the second part of your instructions. Phil stood up from the box he had just set down and raised his eyebrows.

"You talk to her like she understands you." He said with a small laugh. You shrugged.

"Sometimes it feels like she's the only one who can."

>> timeskip <<

You watched as Phil and the workers set the last piece of furniture down. You checked your watch and sighed. 5:04. The sun was hanging low in the sky and the clouds were drifting serenely by. Phil stood straight and groaned, laying his hands on his lower back.

"Jesus, this is one of the things I do not miss about moving." He said with a laugh. You gave a small smile before shaking your head and looking to the movers.

"I think we've got it from here." You said. Anthony nodded.

"Alright, have a good rest of the day sir." He replied. You nodded and smiled, holding open the door for him. Steven followed in suit and got in the passenger seat as Anthony got in the drivers. You gave a small wave before shutting the door and sighing.

"Well, we've got everything in the house. Now we need to get everything out of boxes." You said. Phil sighed and sank down onto your couch.

"Physical... Activity... Not my strong suit." He replied. You laughed and sat next to him.

"Tell me about it." You mumbled. You heard a bark come from your kitchen before you laughed.

"Oh shit. I forget. Come here (D/n)." You called. (D/n) came bounding towards you, her paws slipping on the polished wood. You laughed as she jumped onto the couch, kissing your face once again.

"Heel, girl. Heel." You said. She pulled away and let her tongue lull out of her mouth. You sighed and began to wipe her slobber off your face.

"Phil, this is my dog (D/n), (D/n) this is Phil. Be nice." You said, ushering to each one as you said their names. (D/n) turned her body and looked at Phil. She gave a quiet bark that made Phil smile.

"She doesn't bite, right?" He asked.

"Of course not. She might wanna smell you before letting you pet her though. Just to build trust you know." You answered. Phil nodded before holding out his hand. (D/n) pushed her nose into his palm, sniffing gingerly. It took her about 30 seconds before she was nudging the top of her head into his hand, begging for his attention. Phil smiled before moving his hand and scratching the top of her head and behind her ears.

"So (D/n), how'd you come to that name?" He asked, looking up at you. You scrunched your face before laughing.

"Gosh, it was so long ago I barely even remember. Let's see. I think I was just shuffling through names, you know? I said, like, 30 before I said (D/n) and she turned her head to me and I guess I just knew? That probably sounds cheesy." You replied. Phil smiled before shaking his head.

"No, I get it. Sometimes things are just meant to be. She's... 11 now, right?" He asked.

"Yep. As of three months ago." You answered. (D/n) laid her head on Phil's lap, rolling around so she could get comfortable.

"Yikes. Maybe wearing black pants today wasn't the best idea." He said, looking down at his now fur-covered jeans. You laughed.

"Yeah. Perhaps not." You replied.

"I've always admired huskies. They're such beautiful dogs." He said. You smiled and nodded.

"They really are. They've been my favorite dog since... Gosh, forever I think. Took me forever to convince my mom though."

"What made her finally budge?" Phil asked. You frowned.

"Eh... She wanted to give me something that would motivate me to get out of bed, I guess you could say." You replied. Phil could tell from your facial expressions and body language that this was a touchy subject. He knew better than to pry.

"I see. Your mom. I forget her name." He said, trying to change the subject.

"(Mo/n). And your dad... Well, my dad too but... His name is Michael, right?" You asked. Phil nodded.

"Yeah. He-" Phil was cut off by his phone ringing. He pulled out his phone before laughing.

"Dan again." He said. You nodded.

"Hey, what's up?" Phil asked as he picked up the phone.

"Oh, no worries. What are you in the mood for?" He asked. You heard the other line buzz.

"Well, my brother cooks. I can ask if he could make us something." He said. You raised your eyebrows. How did he know you cooked?

"Nonsense Dan. Look, I'm already asking him. My roommate Dan wants to know if you'll cook us dinner. He said he's craving something homemade." Phil said. You laughed before shaking your head.

"I mean, sure. How did you know I cooked though?" You asked.

"Your videos." He replied.

"Oh, okay. That makes sense." You said.

"He already said yes Dan. You'll be forced to interact now. What kind of homemade meal are you thinking?" Phil asked. There was a pause before he began talking again.

"I'll ask. Do you know how to make ravioli?" Phil asked you. You nodded.

"Alright. He's gonna stop by the store so what stuff do you need?" He asked. You bit your lip in thought.

"Flour, salt, eggs, water, ground beef, ground veal, butter, a clove of garlic, spinach, parsley, Romano cheese, and nutmeg." You replied. Phil blinked for a second before clearing his throat.

"I'll message you everything we need." He said into the phone. You laughed quietly.

"Alright, see you later. Bye." He said. You gave a small smile.

"Looks like you'll be meeting Dan a little sooner than I anticipated."