what more could one ask of life

anonymous asked:

Gurl, you can't just start with Sabo's kinkyness without going in any detail!✨

You said Sabo was more kinky…. what are his kinks(hcs)?

I could have sworn this is either @chantelion or @nurmuzdalifah

but the both of you have no shame whatsoever so you wouldnt bother with asking on anon. Aaaanyway

  • I don’t know man, Sabo sure does have a thing for bondage and blindfolds
  • has also a “chief” and “officer” kink
  • orgasm denial to both himself and the person he’s banging
  • I’m running out of kinks but I think he would find bdsm kinda hot, and I think if he had a sexual partner they would take turns with being ‘in charge’ with all above, you get me?
The more you focus your life on trying to improve other people’s lives - being others-minded, I guess is what I would call it… Instead of constantly having this internal conversation with yourself, like ‘How do I improve myself? How do I get better? What’s right for me?’, and a lot of times that mindset is okay, it’s positive, you’re supposed to think of yourself as worth it… But the more that you focus on other people around you, the more you become okay with yourself.

mild-lunacy  asked:

This is a bit more open-ended than usual, but there's no one else I could ask. To wit: are there any particular moments in Series 4 that suggest or demonstrate to you that John really loves and/or genuinely cares about Sherlock? I guess secondarily, how do you read Sherlock putting off rescuing John from that well until after he dealt with Eurus In TFP?

Any particular moments? It’s hard to pick, it’s kind of infused through the whole thing, but okay, I’ll do my best.

In The Six Thatchers, John should be deliriously happy. He’s got what he wanted: the normal life with a job, a wife, and a new daughter, but he’s also got Sherlock, who is as committed to maintaining this careful and potentially awkward balance as he is. They still solve crimes together, and Mary and Rosie aren’t an obstruction. In fact, sometimes they join in! John’s devotion to Sherlock is pretty obvious from that alone, but Sherlock’s special place in John’s life is underscored by John asking him to be Rosie’s godfather. 

John should be happy, but he’s not. He’s never managed to get over what Mary did and who she really is. His happy life with wife and baby is a lie. As his trust in Mary continues to decline, his trust in Sherlock never waivers. John and Sherlock confront threats together as a team while Mary lies, drugs Sherlock, and scarpers. Sherlock, weird, rude, and difficult, is John’s stable rock, and Mary does not look good in comparison. 

After Mary dies, John blames Sherlock and cuts him off. I’d suggest that this is more indicative of how much John cares about Sherlock than otherwise. Not only because he thought Sherlock was a superhero who could could genuinely protect Mary and Rosie from everything forever, but because, as we later learn, the reason why John pushes Sherlock away stems primarily from his own self-loathing. John betrayed Mary, and his guilt and despair at not being able to live up to Mary’s, Sherlock’s, and his own expectations leads him to push away the things he loves most, including his daughter and his life with Sherlock. This is underscored by his goodbye scene in the hospital, where he leaves his cane as a silent final message: you saved me, I didn’t deserve it, and here I betray you. 

We’ve had Sherlock’s mind palace for a while, which is a wonderful way to see what’s actually going on in his head. In The Lying Detective, we finally get the equivalent for John: Mary. Hallucinated Mary isn’t a ghost or even a memory, she’s the honest part of John. And she adores Sherlock. She talks about him constantly. She watches him mid-deduction with love and delight. She recognizes that Sherlock knows John, understands him completely, but John disagrees. Sherlock can’t possibly know how worthless John is; like Mary, Sherlock believes he is a good, moral man, and John knows that they’re both wrong. The voice in his head says: Sherlock may be a monster, but he’s my monster.

The most dramatic indicator of how John feels about Sherlock is his confession and breakdown at the end of The Lying Detective. This is the first time John has been completely honest in this entire story. John hides his feelings constantly, he lies about them, even to himself. And in this scene he nearly does it again, he nearly walks away. Had he done so, I believe his relationship with Sherlock would have been essentially over. He would have grown more and more distant and dishonest until their connection was entirely lost. But out of love and faith, he finally, finally makes a different choice. He chooses to be brutally honest and vulnerable. He cries, but does not turn away. He lets Sherlock hold him. No one has or ever will be this close to John.

Sherlock does not put off rescuing John in The Final Problem. From the moment he realizes that John is in danger, all Sherlock does is try to save him. The problem is that the solution is Eurus. We know that he can’t rescue John without her intervention because he was unable to the first time; the puzzle is too complex for him, it will always be too complex for him. The mistake he made all his life was thinking that intelligence was the answer. When he was a boy he didn’t have the resources to do what he does now: he recognizes that it’s sentiment that will save John, not brainpower. He’s got sentiment in his tool belt now, and that’s because of John. John made him feel and taught him to be a loving and feeling person, and that’s what allows him to triumph over his much more brilliant sister in the end.

Hate To Love You

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Breakups, hostility between reader and Bucky, nasty words, swearing, fighting, violence, blood, injuries 

Word Count: 1087

Summary: When you and Bucky broke up you swore you were done with that life, however when Steve rings asking for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission. What could wrong? 

A/N: Feedback appreciated. 

Tagging: @turnmyheaphonesuprealloud @poemwriter98

“There isn’t anybody else?”
“Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.” 
“It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?” 
“Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.” 
“Yeah, yeah.”

I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.

It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked.
I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.

Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.


The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.

I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground.
“It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.”
He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form.
“It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.

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Hey! I wrote a thing! 

Vacationland! (Read on ao3)

Pairing: nurseydex
Words: ~3600
Summary: Derek and Dex end up spending a week together. Alone. In Maine. At a lake house. This leads to some important conversations about relationships. 


Derek was sitting on the edge of a dock on a lake in Maine wondering what the fuck happened in his life to bring him here. Well, actually he knew exactly what brought him here. He had mentioned casually in the Haus one day near the end of the semester than his parents were planning on going to Italy for a week for their anniversary, and, while he was invited along, he opted not to go so his moms could enjoy the vacation as a couple.

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And that marks the end of yet another day. One more has come and gone. Did you live it they way the wanted to? Did you make a positive difference? What could you have done better to improve both yourself and the lives of others’? Take a moment to think about it, and be honest with yourself.

Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “Could you do a Jasper imagine, where your his human mate who just learned about vampires and you still haven’t seen one in the sunlight yet. So you ask Jasper to show you. ” Hope you like it!

In a way, you were willingly signing yourself up for what was certain to be an excruciating death sequence. As you left your home, you found yourself forcing your mind away from finalities. This was likely the last time you locked your front door, yes, but it could very well be one of many more fumbles, just another search for the gleam of brass in the shrubbery. You were quite literally risking your life today, and for what? To answer with love would be a tad too drastic; you’d only known the man for a few months, and the time you’d spent in the know had been an even smaller amount. No, it was not for love, but for something else entirely you couldn’t assign a word to. It was fiercer than curiosity, stronger willed than desire, choked by something close to fear (a cousin, maybe), fueled by an undying urge to see. It was about vision. It was about trust. As you found yourself walking away from your childhood home, you couldn’t help but catch your breath in your throat. The familiar concrete of the path connecting your doorstep to the sidewalk… would you ever see this again? Would you ever scrape your knees on the porous material after one too many ambitious tests of an icy sheen? Would you ever return for the holidays with your family? Would you teach your child how to walk on the very same plain you had learned? Death was a high-ranking probability, but the unnamed emotions driving you onward overwhelmed any lust for a thought as tedious as self-preservation. You needed to see it.

He wasn’t waiting with a car, which you had expected. He wasn’t exactly on board with the idea of being in a cramped, confined space with nothing but the beating of your pulse and the delectable (nay, irresistible) aroma of your blood warming the cabin of the vehicle. He didn’t bring his motorcycle at your request; your parents were likely to blow gaskets if they so much as hard the sound of a Harley’s pipes moments after you left the house. It would be a similar reaction if you had told them you were about to lope off into the forest with a vampire, only slightly worse if you were to mention that said vampire was the most unstable vampire within a ten-mile radius. You had to give him credit; if he was willing to be alone with you, he must consider himself in control… and he really was trying. Jasper was standing beneath the expansive shade of the forest’s edge, his hands clasped behind his back. He couldn’t quite shake the military, could he? His smile was strained, as it usually was, to be in such close proximity with his natural food source, but his butterscotch eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them. He nodded in your direction, smirking as he dissected your face.

“You’re nervous,” he observed, rooting around through your brain, tasting your emotional atmosphere. You inhaled the scent of the forest, exhaling slowly, your eyes on his. He must have hunted recently. His eyes were as golden as they’d ever been, but there was a vibrancy to his irises that you’d never witnessed. The bruises beneath his eyes were barely visible. He almost looked… well, no one as inhumanely beautiful as Jasper would ever come close to looking human again, but he looked healthier, happier. His charming southern voice crept forward from between his lips, quieter than you had expected. “Y/n, we don’t have to do this today. Perhaps if you’d rather wait…?” You shook your head, dismissing his recommendation the moment he spoke the words.

“No, Jasper, really. I’m good. I’m… I’m excited.” His brow furrowed slightly, his head turning as if to hear you better.

“More so than you are afraid?” He inquired, his voice lilting somewhere between fascination, humour, and regretful understanding. He was aware of the risks he presented; he was the newest vegetarian, that much you knew, and being alone in a secluded location far from town was as close to a perfect recipe for a slaughtering as you cared to imagine. Regardless of the danger, you wouldn’t live your life without having seen this strange feat Jasper’s family had inherited alongside their immortality. If you didn’t go, you’d regret it for the rest of your life. Even if you died today, you’d have fulfilled a gaping curiosity festering in the pit of your stomach.

“Way more. I’m ready to go when you are.” You were glad to hear the strength in your voice. Surely, Jasper could sense a falter in your composure, but he declined to mention anything. The South raised their gentlemen well. He smiled, his eyes glimmering in what little sunlight shimmered through the cloud covering.

“We have twenty minutes before my sister Alice has promised a sun shower,” He lifted his eyes to the overcast skies, grinning to himself at the uncanny accuracy of his meteorologist sister’s precognition. His eyes returned to your face, glowing like evening sunbeams through a crystal jaw of amber honey. He shrugged his shoulders, peeling his rain jacket from his body, extending a rigid hand in your direction, offering you the coverage you’d forgotten. “You may need this. You may be… cold.” Again, he smirked. You rolled your eyes, accepting his offering, careful not to make contact with his icy skin. He would not be bothered by the weather; your touch, however, he may not be ready for. You donned Jasper’s coat, relishing in the chill the fabric carried, overwhelmed by the heady scent of him. You turned, as if in a daze, your eyes searching for your mode of transportation, your attention caught by the uncommonly smooth sound of Jasper clearing his throat. “We’re running, if that’s alright with you.” He extended his hand towards you, his jawline rigid, controlled. He wouldn’t hurt you. At least… well, it wouldn’t be intentional. You slipped your palm into his, watching his shoulders cease to move as your skin warmed the frozen alabaster of his callous-less hand. He had ceased to breathe. He moved, ever so slowly, calculating his every step, until you were a hair width away from his dazzling eyes. He smiled briefly before spinning you in his arms, cradling you to his chest with ease. He lifted an eyebrow, wordlessly asking permission to continue. You nodded him on. You had never regretted a decision more in your entire life.

By the time the forest stopped spinning around you, Jasper had been still for a good five minutes. Running with a vampire was not your favourite medium of travel, that much was certain. You weren’t prepared for the supernatural speed at which Jasper carried you through the wood, dodging tree limbs and fallen trunks at the last minute, seconds before you managed to see the threat. It was… dizzying, for lack of a better explanation. Jasper, however, was completely unfazed. He cuffed and rolled his sleeves, exposing the pale skin of his forearms, his eyes raking the skies as they began to clear. Sure enough, the peaceful sound of splattering rain against the waxy leaves above began trickling to your ears, wrenching you back to reality. He stood a fair distance away, though not quite far enough to ice you out of the picture. He was respectfully acknowledging that you were so very human, and that standing too close might, at the moment, have meant an end to your human life. He was cautious, that was it. The rain began to fall evenly now, advancing from stray droplets to waves of water soaking down the tree bark around you, moistening the moss underfoot. Jasper eyed a river to your right, walking out from beneath the protective cover of leaves you shared, strolling into the open air. His clothing began to darken as the water struck the cloth. His hair suspended raindrops like gemstones among his golden curls. He was absolutely beautiful. He shot you a wary, almost testing gaze, likely attempting to read your scattered brain for any scrap of fear. He didn’t have much time to search, and you didn’t have much time to compose yourself before the sun peeked out from behind the heavy gray clouds. A sun shower, just as Alice had predicted.

All at once, the vampire changed. His skin, which you had thought of as marble, alabaster, could only have been crafted from diamonds. His every pore was faceted like a jewel, refracting light and colour as if he were made of some precious stone unknown to mankind. The rain fell on, continuing to soak through his clothing, the form-fitting cotton shirt he’d worn stained a much darker blue than before, clinging loosely to his carved physique. His eyes fluttered closed, his palms turned upwards as the sun drenched his body in light. You watched on in mystified awe as he glimmered, what little remained of the colouring beneath his eyes erasing entirely. In fact, he seemed to flush beneath the sun’s rays, like there was blood coursing through his veins once more, flooding his cheeks with the palest of rosy colour. He was far more beautiful than you could have anticipated. Quite honestly, to have this creature end your life would have been a blessing. To perish at the hands of an angel rang with promises of Heaven. Jasper tilted his face to meet the rain as it plummeted from the clouds above, his shimmering skin reflecting different light as he moved. He seemed to sigh, contented, basking in the warmth of the sun.

You lifted yourself, slowly at first, from the mossy forest floor, watching Jasper’s eyes flash open as your scent stirred in the air. The guilt you felt for disturbing such a magnificent creature was disregarded instantly, overpowered by your desire to stand beside him beneath the sun. You walked forward, abandoning the promise of drier land as you stepped beyond the reach of the trees, striding closer to the river, to Jasper. He tensed slightly, following your every move with his eyes, his face immobile as he read your emotional state. What he must have found there… the wonder, the awe, the delight… surely it had some impact on him. You trusted him completely, and in sensing that strength within you, he began to trust himself, if only by a fraction. You were standing before him, not quite as close as before he’d pulled you into his arms, but not as far as your greeting earlier in the day. His skin was even more glorious at a close range, if such a feat was possible. Slowly, cautiously, you began to raise your hand, allowing Jasper plenty of time to prepare for what you had planned. He didn’t flinch away, didn’t relocate, didn’t warn you against the movement; he wanted this experience, either to test himself or to test you. Something in him still wondered why you had agreed to come at all, and now was the last place he’d risk scaring you off. Your eyes left his, following your fingertips as they made contact with his dazzling cheekbone. He closed his eyes, sighing into your touch, his face tilting ever so slightly in the direction of your hand. You trailed your fingers to his jaw, encountering unseen ridges there. His eyelids fluttered open momentarily, watching as your brow smoothed out and you continued downward. As you traced along the patterns the sun created on his sparkling skin, you discovered many similar ridges, but Jasper didn’t seem to mind them. Your hand fell to his chest, your palm placed over his heart. Part of you waited for a heartbeat. Part of you waited for death. All that happened was that Jasper overstepped the boundaries he had set for himself, surprising you. His hand closed over your own, holding you to his chest. He inched your hand upward until you were once more cradling his face, this time more completely. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed again.

“This is wonderful,” he whispered, more so to himself than to you. You smiled, practically exuding happiness. Even without his abilities, Jasper would have picked up on your joy. His eyes opened, burning low with calm enjoyment, his lips pulling upwards at the corners, lifting his features from the stoic you were used to. “Y/n, words cannot express…” his voice trailed off, his unoccupied hand reaching to your waist, his palm smoothing over your hip. “I hope you can understand me when I tell you that I haven’t felt this human in a very long time.” He paused, drifting closer to you, his chest resting against yours. How strange, this proximity was. You weren’t complaining, of course, but to see Jasper so… uninhibited, so free, it was something foreign to you. He hadn’t been this close to you, even when he shot through the forest with you in his arms. No, he was restrained, pulling away from you, if subtly. Now, however, he was close enough to breath you in, to count your eyelashes, to snap your neck, maybe, but more importantly, he may be close enough to kiss you. His voice filtered through the mayhem that was your mind, his smile tainting his tone with a lightweight dye, granting feathers to his tone and flight to his words. “It has been too long since I’ve last allowed myself…” he trailed off, shaking his head in wonder, his smile growing. “And to feel what you’re feeling! Y/n, you can’t imagine how I feel. I could sing.” At this, you laughed, a motion that brought you closer to him, somehow. Perhaps he had pulled you in, you couldn’t tell, but he was accepting of your shift.

“Yes, I’m sure that’d be quite the performance, Jas-” His thumb pressed against your lips, silencing your speech. The unimaginable smoothness of his skin stroked over your lower lip as his fingers tangled in your hair, his body pressing more securely against your own. Your heart raced in your chest, colour rushing to paint your cheeks. He smiled, his eyes closing as he read the erratic rate of your heartbeat, nodding his head slowly.

“I could think of much better things to do with my time. For example…” He ducked his face to yours, resting his forehead against your own, pausing for a moment a mere second away from your lips. His jaw clenched once before the sweet perfume of his steady exhale billowed over your face, enveloping you in indescribable scents. You scarcely had time to decipher exactly what Jasper smelled of before his marble lips were moving against your own. He was careful in his movements, reminding you without words of the precautions you had to take when you recalled enough sense to return his kiss. He angled his face to better mold to yours as his hands tilted your lips to his mouth, securing your body to his as fully as he dared explore. Your mind was absorbed in all things Jasper, from the pinpoints of light that continued to dance from his skin and shone through the darkness of your eyelids, the delectable cologne of his body, the way his height sheltered you from the rain. It was glorious, it was heavenly, and it was over far too soon for your liking. Jasper detached himself, taking a few steps backward, applying that familiar distance once more. The sun disappeared behind a darker, murkier cloud, and the diamonds of Jasper’s complexion went back into hiding. He smiled, warming you despite the chill of his open palm. “Now you know why we can’t go to school on days like this,” he joked, his voice lifting effortlessly as he laughed. You joined him, lacing your fingers through his, your hands suspended between you as you walked back beneath the trees. Your heart was singing, even if Jasper wouldn’t. You’d never been happier than you were in that moment.

You hadn’t known it when you left, but you could have very well gone with Jasper out of love. After all, time meant nothing to an immortal.

Harry Styles - Valentine’s Day Imagine

[Happy [late] Valentine’s Day, loves! Meant to post this sooner but life got in the way - as it usually does.]

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Here’s a good old ‘fuck my co workers’ for you guys!

My old coworkers used to try and get me in trouble all the time and I think it was just cause I was the youngest but nonetheless not cool guys. I’m an art student at a specialist art college in the area and it’s well known the art students can be a bit 'eccentric’ so they used to pretend they were asking me questions and get me in trouble with my manager a lot.
One day I come in straight from college where we have been doing life drawing. One of my coworkers asks how college was (fairly innocently) so I say it was good and I only had one lesson so I could come in to work straight after. She asks what the lesson was and I say 'fine art’ and a few more coworkers come over to listen to me. Anyway I see them share this look and they all start bugging me asking what I had been painting so I say 'oh we had a model’ and they start snickering and ask whether she had clothes on and I say 'well she’s a life model’ and they ask again whether she was wearing clothes and I say 'no cause it was a life drawing class’ and they burst into hysterics about me painting a nude lady and start acting like it’s the funniest thing in the world and saying how weird I am for talking about it even though they were the ones who tried to get the answer out of me.
An hour later I get pulled aside by my manager who says that apparently 'someone’ on the team (it was a tiny shop and everyone on the floor had been with me so obviously one of them) complained that I had been bragging about inappropriate topics (even though they we’re the ones who asked!) and told me 'I know you art students are weird but keep that stuff OUT of the work environment ok? We’re not gross here we’re here to work’

Kris Letang #1

Requested by Anon:  Can you do a Kris letang drabble the promo could be what ever you want

*I hope you like this one! Every time I get a request without a prompt, I try to stick as close as real life so it’s more relatable, I guess. AND WHO SAYS NO TO ALEX!!!? Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 1, 139

Originally posted by nhlhockeywags

You looked up to see Kris watching you with an amused smile on his face, “what?” you asked, fixing your son’s beanie one more time, tucking a strand of hair under it… just to make sure that he’s warm enough and that he won’t freeze his teeny tiny butt off in the ice.

Kris dropped beside you and tied the scarf securely around your son, “he’ll be fine,” he smiled at you, “it’s not his first time skating.”

You waved your hand above your head, “it’s chilly out,” you told your husband, “I’m just making sure he’s warm.”

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anonymous asked:

You used to be realy active and nice and freindly, and now it seems like you only reblog art and talk to your blogger freinds who you write MEL with. You ignor asks and you ignor fandom memes. What happened to suporting smaller bloggers? What hapened to you? Its like you got populer and just forgot about your old friends.

Hi Anon-

TBH, this message took me by surprise.

Let me try and unpack your Ask a bit because I feel like perhaps I hurt feelings or did something wrong unintentionally. I also could go into all the things happening in my life on the other side of this screen, but you don’t need a bio (and I don’t think I should have to write one either).

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he asked me a question
the first time we talked
if i were a word
what word
would that be

i tried to say ‘hope’
but it slipped off my tongue
and onto the ground
then dried up there
before he could see

i thought maybe ‘love’
but it got lost in the web
of my ribs laced with fear
then choked there
deep within me

in truth there is only
one word i can choose
it was inscribed on my life
long before he asked me
why try to be more
or try to feel less

it is what it is
in all truth
and honesty
no doubt in my mind
or lie in my heart

i am what i am
i’m the word


if i were a word

Helping Your Soul

Hello! So here I finally bring you the fanfic I had promised you. It’s the longest I have ever written and also could be seen as an original story so I hope you enjoy it.

based on these prompts: “Our children are best friends….yeah”  +
“We are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip”

summary: Phil Lester is a single dad struggling to give his daughter Olivia the best life she could have. What happens when Billie Howell (Olivia’s best friend) and his dad enter their life in more ways that one can imagine?  

word count: 9.5k

no trigger warnings

“Dad, they need some parents for this trip, could you come with us, pleaseeeee?” Olivia’s pleading voice asked his dad, who was washing the dishes in their not so big kitchen. “C'mon dad, we are going to the amusement park, you love rollercoasters! We can spend time together and eat popcorn while waiting!”

“Olivia…” her dad started saying, “It’s a three day trip, I don’t know if I can miss so many days of work.”

Phil Lester was a single dad struggling to keep up with all the bills with his office cleaning job, and now his daughter was asking if he could miss work to go on a three-day trip. He knew how much Olivia wanted him to go, but he didn’t know if he would be able to ask for some free days.

“Dad please, you haven’t taken a vacation day in ages!” his daughter reminded him. It was true, since he had been fired from his previous job he couldn’t stay without one for long, so he took the first job that had been offered to him, which didn’t pay much, but enough to give Olivia everything she needed.

Even though Phil was trying to find something better for the both of them, it was difficult. He often argued with his parents because he thought he wasn’t doing enough for Olivia and he felt terrible but his parents tried to reassure him that he was the best dad Olivia could have. He was glad his daughter didn’t know how bad he felt for her, he would feel terrible if that happened.

Phil started thinking about the trip. It was a three day trip, and that meant staying somewhere to sleep, and also the tickets to the amusement park, and the bus… Oh god. He was sure he couldn’t afford that much. But his daughter was so excited…

“Dad” his eight year old woke him up from the not so enjoyable daydream “don’t worry about money, the school is paying for everything, except whatever we want to buy at the park.”

“Oh” Phil whispered, a relieving sensation passing through his body. That changed things. If he didn’t have to pay for anything other than miscenalleous things he could maybe go with his daughter. “I will have to ask at work tomorrow so don’t make any promises yet, but if I can I could maybe go with you.”

“YES!” his daughter screamed, circling her tiny arms around his waist, resting his head in his stomach. “You are the best dad, thank you.” Olivia muttered before deattaching herself and skipping her way to her bedroom.


It was easier said than done. Phil had approached his boss the next morning, asking for a few days off, explaining the situation.

After a few minutes, his boss considered his request and allowed him those three days of vacation, but on one condition, “You will have to work extra next week, mornings, evenings and some nights even, understood?” his boss said with a serious tone.

Phil could only nod and thank him, making his way back to the storage closet to pick some products before starting cleaning again.

As he was doing his work, his mind wandered off again. Working extra hours would mean leaving Olivia with a babysitter, which he would have to pay and that mean spending more money…

It was going to be an adventure trying to find one.


“Olivia, can we talk?” Phil asked his daughter who was reading a book on her bed.

“Yeah, sure” his daughter responded, letting the book down on the nightstand, and folding his legs to let his dad sit at the end of her bed.

“I managed to have some days off so I can go with you to that trip” Phil started explining, seeing his daughter’s face light up, but before she could scream he spoke again, “but I will need to work extra hours next week, so that will mean that I need to find a babysitter for you.”

Olivia’s face sobered up, not liking so much the idea of having to spend time with a babysitter, “Oh,  okay. Maybe one day I can stay with Billie, do a sleepover, we haven’t managed to do one yet. That way you won’t have to pay the babysitter much more.”

Billie was Olivia’s best friend. Billie and her dad moved to the city a year ago, and the girls instantly connected, making the both of them inseparable. Phil still hadn’t met Billie’s dad, maybe this time he could get to meet him, he was sure having another friend who was a parent wouldn’t hurt much.

“It’s a very good idea Olivia, make sure you can get Billie’s dad phone number so we can arrange something, okay?” Phil smiled at his daughter, so glad she had suggested that idea.

“Dad,” Olivia’s tiny voice said, opening his arms towards his father, asking for a hug. Oh Olivia. Phil gladly accepted his daughter’s hug, kissing the top of her head, “thank you for all of this., I love you.”

“Olivia, there is no need to thank me” Phil whispered, his voice cracking a bit trying not cry.

“You know? I would love you more if you made pizza for dinner” Olivia told him, making both of them laugh before separating from the hug.

“Oh really? So pizza it is” Phil said before grabbing his daughter and lifting her above his head, a loud shriek echoing through the hallway, carrying her to the kitchen.


Olivia had managed to bring Billie’s dad phone number the next day. His daughter told her that ‘Dan’ (that was the name of Billie’s dad) would be avaliable after 6 pm, so Phil waited till almost 7pm to call.

The phone beeped three times before a soft but masculine voice greeted him from the other side “Hello, who is this?”

“Oh, hi I’m Phil, Olivia’s dad. I suppose you are Dan, right?” Phil said, a bit nervous.

“Hi Phil, Billie told me about the sleepover your daughter wanted to organize and all is fine by me, don’t worry! That’s why you were calling, right?” the other dad asked him.

“Yes, that’s why. Could you maybe pick them up at school? I will be working all day so I cannot pick Olivia, I will send her with everything she needs.” Phil worriedly asked.

“Yeah, no problem. When will you be picking Olivia up? Next morning?” Dan wondered.

“Could it be better by lunchtime? I also work in the morning and…” Phil explained, bringing a hand nervously through his hair, realising how much he was asking Dan. Pick her daughter up, let her sleep in their house…

You could tell Dan sensed how stressed Phil was about this so he tried to reassure him that it was okay “Phil, don’t worry, okay? I will take care of Olivia till you arrive, I will be glad to spend a bit of time with her after Billie told me so many things about her.”

“Thank you Dan, really.” Dan’s words had calmed him down a bit. Dan was a great dad, he could tell.

“It’s nothing Phil, I will send you my adress later and if you need anything just call me again, don’t hesitate” Phil heard some background noise, and before he could speak again Dan was already saying goodbye “Phil, I need to hang up, Billie needs something. Bye!”

“Bye Dan.” Phil whispered into the room, letting the phone down on the kitchen table and calling Olivia down for dinner.


It was the morning Olivia was going to stay at Dan’s and Phil was nervous. “Dad, calm down, you have already checked my bag six times and I’m not leaving anything” Olivia told him, finally managing to stop Phil from pacing around the room.

Phil kneeled down so he could face Olivia and zipping her coat. “Promise me you are going to be good to Billie’s dad, okay? And if anything is wrong please call me, I will leave and pick y…”

“DAD STOP!” Olivia shouted at him, grabbing Phil’s cheeks and squeezing them, making his dad put a funny face “everything is gonna be fine, now c'mon, we are gonna be late.” she said, opening the front door and walking down the stairs, a little smile appearing when he heard his dad runing down the stairs trying to catch her up.


Dan was waiting outside the school waiting for Billie and Olivia. He was glad his daughter had finally found someone so nice and outgoing as Olivia, since Billie wasn’t always the best opening up.

“Dad!” he heard his daughter’s voice, two little eight year old’s running to him.

“Hey girls!” Dan gave each a hug, “Excited for today, girls? Hope we are good hosts, Olivia.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, Mr. Howell” Olivia responded politely, like his father had taught her.

“Olivia please, call me Dan” he told her with a smile, grabbing the backpacks of the two girls and making their way to the car.

“Now, let’s blast some Disney songs on the ride home!” Dan excitedly said, the two girls letting out a tiny shriek and getting inside the car.


They girls had spent the afternoon painting, playing some videogames and now they were braiding eachother’s hair while sitting in Billie’s bed.

Dan was walking towards his daughter’s bedroom, ready to tell them that the dinner was ready when he heard them talking, Olivia’s voice a bit sad. 'Did she miss her dad?’ Dan thought, probably that was it.

“Billie, he doesn’t know that I know that he spends all the money he earns in the house bills and me. It’s not that we are poor, but I just want to help him. He hasn’t bought any new clothes for him in like three years! He works so much, really, he took extra shifts so he could go with me on the trip and is trying to find a babysitter for those days when he needs to work.” he heard Olivia tell Billie, not really knowing if he should have heard that or not.

“Olivia, your dad works so much because he wants to give you the best. You know that…” Billie was trying to tell her friend when she cut her off.

“I know, he told me that, but I still saw him the other day reading all the bill papers and crying a bit, and I don’t want to see him like that Billie.” Olivia whispered, her voice getting lower.

“Olivia I…” Dan heard his daughter say, sensing she didn’t know how to really comfort her friend. That’s when Dan lightly knocked on the door, opening it a bit.

“Hey girls,” The both of them looked up and he saw Olivia’s eyes a bit red, trying to hold tears “Dinner is ready if you two have finished brading your hair. Billie, go wash your hands.”

“But Olivia…” Billie said, her word dying in her mouth.

“I’m going to talk to Olivia, okay? Now you go.” Dan told his daughter, who was rapidly exiting the bedroom, not wanting to question his father.

“Mr. How… Dan, did I do something wrong? I promise I won’t do it again, I’m sorry.” Olivia quickly excused herself, not really knowing why Dan wanted to talk to her alone.

“No, Olivia, no,” Dan calmly told her, sitting down next to her on the bed, “you did nothing wrong.”

“Oh okay” she told him, sniffling a bit, “so, why did you want to talk to me?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I heard you two talking about your father’s situation,” Dan said, “I know, it is a bad thing and I shouldn’t have done it and I’m sorry but Olivia, really, if any of you need help with anything at all just ask us, okay?”

“I… I… Dan I can’t let you do that,” Olivia nervously spoke, shaking her head a bit “please don’t tell my dad I know about it, he probably is gonna feel worse if he knows and I don’t want that.”

Dan, seeing how stressed Olivia was about this, quickly hugged her trying to calm her down “Hey no, I won’t tell him, don’t worry Olivia, everything is gonna be fine.”

After a few minutes the both of them separated and softly Dan tucked a strand of hair into Olivia’s braid, a small smile appearing on her face “now go, wash your hands and I will wait for you two down, okay?”

Olivia quickly nodded and went to the bathroom, leaving Dan thinking what he could do to help that family.


Dan had already left the girls tucked in their beds and he headed straight into the bedroom, when he noticed his phone shining. He picked it up and saw that Phil had sent him mutiple texts asking about Olivia.

'Hey Dan, Phil here. Is Olivia okay? We left in a rush this morning and I didn’t even check if everything was fine. Tell her I love her. Thank you. Bye!’

'Hi Dan, Phil again. Just wondering if Olivia needs something or if she is feeling poorly just call me please.’

'As you might have guessed it’s me again. It’s just I miss her. Sorry for bothering you I promise I won’t sent anymore messages. Thanks again Dan’

Phil was worried about Olivia, he knew that feeling. They didn’t even know eachother, he would be worried about his daughter too. And Phil was probably stressed about work also, which didn’t make it any better.

'Phil, don’t worry about Olivia, she is great, she is such an amazing kid, really. I can feel she misses you too, but she is fine. No need to thank me, Phil. Anything you need just ask.’

No response came instantly, guessing Phil was still working so he changed into his pyjamas and went to sleep.


It was a bit strange but Dan woke up energized for the day. He made too many pancakes for him and the girls, he even managed to get a jug of orange juice ready by the time the girls woke up, the both of them with puffy eyes, probably from staying up late chating.

Now they were all playing videogames in Billie’s room when they heard the doorbell, guessing it was Phil, Billie paused the game and they three walked down to greet Phil.

Dan let Olivia open the front door, who let out a loud “DAD!” as he saw Phil and run straight into his arms.

“Oh my little one, how are you? Did you have a good time with Billie and Mr. Howell?” Phil asked his daughter, crouching down to her level and tucking some strands of hair that were falling in front of her eyes.

“Dad we had a karaoke session at night and I won! The were the best hosts ever, I promise you” Olivia pecked her dad on the cheek as a greeting.

Dan and Billie, who were also at the door looked at the scene, a soft smile on both of their faces.

Phil suddenly aware of their audience stood up and coughed a bit before extending his hand to properly thank the other man, who gladly shook his hand “Mr. Howell, thank you for taking care of Olivia.”

“Oh, Phil please, call me Dan, we already talked on the phone no need for formalities. And no worries, Olivia here was the perfect guest.” Dan said, smiling at her, who smiled back.

“And, who is my daughter’s best friend here?” Phil asked, crouching down again to greet Billie.

“I’m Billie Mr. Lester, nice to meet you.” she handed out her hand for him to shake, who Phil gladly accepted, laughing a bit.

“You can call me Phil, Billie; Mr. Lester is too formal” he told her, standing up again.

Dan realised that Phil was still wearing his uniform, and that probably meant he came here straight from work. He had been working for almost 24 hours, he must be exhausted. He looked at Phil’s face, who was chatting with the two girls now and realised the bags under his eyes.

“Um, would you maybe want a coffee or something before you two head home?” Dan offered, wanting to give Phil a bit of relaxing time before going home again.

“Oh, we don’t want to intrude anymore Dan, thank you but…” Phil started but Olivia cut him off.

“Dad, you just arrived and I haven’t even packed my bag yet, you can take a coffee with Dan while I do that, okay?”

“Um so okay, I will have that coffee” Phil laughed a bit while entering the Howell’s home and Billie led him to the living room.


The two dad’s were chatting while sitting on the comfy sofa when the trip came up. “Dan, are you going to the trip?” Phil asked him, sipping a bit of his coffee.

“Yes, Billie told me they needed some parents so I decided that it could be a good idea to go, you are going too, right?” Dan said, suspecting a yes from the other dad.

“Yeah, I took extra shifts so I could go with Olivia.” Phil looked down at his mug, “She was so excited to go that if I said no I would have disappointed her so much” a sad tone could be percieved in Phil’s voice.

“Phil,” Dan sofly called him, waiting for the other man to lift his gaze “you are an excellent dad, you could never let her down.”

“I think I don’t do enough for her, you know? I could do much more but I’m stuck in this job unable to move on scared that I won’t find anything better for us.” Phil explained his worry letting his empty cup of coffee on the table while a yawn made its way to his mouth.

“Sorry Dan,” Phil excused himself drawing a hand to his mouth trying to hide his yawn, “I have been working for almost 24 hours and I’m exhausted, we should better head home.” he comented, standing up and calling for Olivia.

Dan quickly stood up too, “Phil, I can give you both a ride home since I guess you walked here.”

“Dan, I cannot let you do more for us, you have done enough, really.” Phil told him, not really wanting to bother Dan anymore.

Olivia and Billie quickly arrived downstairs where their parents were, Olivia wearing her coat and backpack, not really wanting to go home yet.

“Phil it’s nothing, I don’t want you falling asleep in the middle of the street.” Dan said, and before Phil could deny his request again he ran to the entrance where he grabbed the car and house keys from the and opened the door.

“C'mon you all, road trip to the Lester’s!”


Once Dan had parked outside Phil and Olivia’s house, he remembered how Olivia mentioned that Phil was trying to find a babysitter. Maybe he could help Phil by taking Olivia those days when she couldn’t stay with her dad, and that way Phil could also save some money.

“Um Phil, before you get off I wanted to talk to you” Dan commented, and Phil seeing the serious look on his face handed the house keys to Olivia and Billie and told them to go inside, that they could play for a bit.

'Yeah, what’s up? Did something happen to Olivia?“ Phil worriedly asked him once the girls were out.

’'No no, Olivia is fine. You mentioned before that you were taking extra shifts and I’m guessing that you were looking for a babysitter to stay with Olivia so I was thinking that I could take Olivia with me those days when you can’t.” Dan offered with a smile, happy that he could help Phil in some way or another.

Phil considered this, and it wouldn’t be that bad, sensing that Olivia would be with the Howell’s and not with a stranger “Oh Dan, that would be wonderful, I didn’t really feel comfortable to leave Olivia with someone she doesn’t really know but…” Phil shut up for a moment, a bit embarrassed of was he was going to say next “but I cannot pay you much money Dan I’m sorry, I will pay you enough don’t worry, but it’s just…”

Dan cut him off by posing a hand on his shoulder “Phil, I don’t want your money. You don’t have to pay me.”

“But Dan I have to pay you back somehow, I cannot let you take care of Olivia for a week and not pay you!” Phil exclaimed a bit shakily.

“You know how you can pay me back?” Dan said, making Phil look at him, “by letting me sit by the window seat on the trip bus” And with that sentence he managed Phil to laugh a bit, which it made him laugh to.

“Okay, I will let you the window seat.” Phil responded with a smile, glad he had found someone as good as Dan to take care of his daughter.


A week had passed since that conversation and Dan had been “babysitting” Olivia for some days. Phil texted him the day before to let him know if he had to pick her up or not and he always came over by 10pm, exhausted as ever to bring her home, and even though Dan offered them a ride home Phil always denied, picking a tired Olivia in his arms and walking all the way back to their home.

The day of the trip had arrived, and the four of them were on time to meet the teachers and some other parents that had also agreed to come to the trip. Dan could see how tired Phil was, he could even sense he had lost some weight and he was even paler, probably for not eating enough between breaks.

They got on the bus Dan seatting on the window seat as Phil had promised. He looked at Phil again, who was fiddling with his fingers, so he touched his forearm trying to catch his attention.  

“Hey Phil, are you feeling okay?” Dan asked him worry clear in his voice.

“Um yeah Dan” Phil answered distractedly, ready to fall asleep anywhere “just tired.”

Dan could sense something else was wrong but he didn’t ask since the bus had started moving already and Phil had thrown his head back, trying to sleep for a bit.

“Don’t worry Phil, sleep. You deserve it.” Dan whispered just to the both of them while he rested his head into a small pillow he had brought.


They had finally arrived into their hotel, where they showed them their respective rooms. Phil had slept the entire ride, and even though he seemed more energized he was still showing signs of tiredness.

The students had special rooms prepared for them, with some bunkbeds where they would be sleeping. For the parents and teachers they had managed to get some two single bed rooms. Phil and Dan only looked at each other to confirm that they would be sharing one of those, not really wanting to bother to ask other parents.

They had reached their room and as soon as they entered Phil dived into one fo the beds, resting his head into one of the cushions, making Dan laugh a bit at the other man’s action and at the same time feeling a bit sorry for him.

Dan sat at the end of Phil’s bed, taking the black haired man’s worn out shoes so he could sleep more comfortably “Phil we are leaving to the park in an hour, take a short nap if you want, I will wake you up.”

Dan only heard a hum before soft snoring sounds filled the room.


They were now in the park, Olivia and Billie quickly listing all the rides they wanted to go in. Phil had taken out his old phone to take some photos of Olivia’s excited and happy face, seeing his daughter so happy was something he wouldn’t change.

Dan was doing the same, but he asked the girls to pose for a picture at the entrance, the both of them with big smiles on their faces. It had been worth it to go on this trip, that for sure.

“Could you send me that picture, Dan? It’s beautiful. It’s just my phone is old and the camera isn’t that good…” Phil asked him a bit embarrassed for having such and outdated phone. He couldn’t afford a better one.

“Of course Phil, I can send you all the pictures we take today, even the silliest ones.” he smiled at Phil, lifting his phone to take a picture of him before Phil could shield his face from the camera.

“Dan no!” Phil shouted, turning around so Dan couldn’t see him anymore.

Both girls looked at each other with a smirk and grabbed their dad’s hands and led them to the first ride, the four of them laughing.


They had spent the day laughing, taking photos and even riding some rollercoasters more than twice, so it had been an eventful day for the girls and their dads.

Now they were back at the hotel, the girls having dinner with their classmates and Dan and Phil with few of the teachers and parents. Phil had only eaten some fries and salad when he annouced that he was going to bed.

Dan looked at him worriedly, but not really wanting to question him in front of anyone, wished him goodnight and saw how he made his way to Olivia and Billie’s seats, wishing them both good night before leaving the dining room.

After half an hour of socialising and seeing that some of the kids were also retiring to their bunkbeds, Dan also stood up and went to Billie and Olivia’s table, the both of them chatting.

“Girls, I think it’s time you both go to bed too, don’t you think?”

“Oh, hi dad” Billie said, looking up at him, “are you going to bed too?”

“Yes, I just came to wish you both goodnight, so” Dan was about to continue when Olivia’s voice cut him off.

“Dan, can you check if my dad is okay please? I saw him looking a bit down when he came here…”

Oh Olivia. God, he hoped he could something soon to help them. “Olivia I will check on him, don’t worry, I’m sure he will be fine by tomorrow and the offer of helping you both still stands, you know?”

Olivia nodded, muttering a “thank you” before both girls got off the seat, Billie giving his best friend a comforting hug and leading them both back to their bunkbed.


Dan entered the hotel room not expecting to find Phil, already in his pyjamas softly crying into one of his pillows. Oh Phil. He didn’t even realise Dan had entered the room when he felt the side of his bed sink a bit.

Phil quickly sat up, croaking out a “Dan”, trying to clean the tears from his face.

Dan was worried. He didnt expect to find Phil crying and it was really shocking to him, seeing as he was always such a happy man even though his life wasn’t the best, but even the happiest people had its bad moments.

“Phil, care to tell me what’s wrong? I think it will do you good” Dan encouraged him, not really wanting to tell him that Olivia was worried about him too, that would only make it worse.

Phil took a long breath before speaking, “I came up because I was tired from all the rides and also working so much has taken a toll on me, so maybe going to bed early would be a good idea but as soon as I closed my eyes I started thinking about my life and it just…”

Dan saw hesitation in Phil’s face, he probably felt embarrassed because unlike Phil, Dan had such a perfect life he couldn’t believe it himself. “Phil, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me, but I’m not gonna judge you, I just want to help you, okay?”

Phil could tell Dan was being honest, he could trust Dan, so he took another breath and continued, “Three years ago I was fired. I worked for a company as a consultant and it seemed like they didn’t need my experience anymore so they fired me. I realised that I couldn’t stay unemployed long so I picked up the first job that appeared in front of me. It isn’t the best job, I work a lot of hours and it doesn’t pay enough, but just so I can pay the bills and give Olivia everything she needs.”

“I have tried searching for something more but I’m stuck. I went to a few job interviews but I never got a call back. I think it’s because I cannot really afford any good looking clothes anymore, so I have to show up in worn out shoes and washed out shirts, not giving the companies a first good impression is always bad. And it just really hurts me because I want to give Olivia everything because she deserves it and I cannot give it to her and it breaks my heart and I’m a terrible dad for it.” Phil broke down again, burying his face into his hands.

Dan’s heart broke for him. He really wanted to help Phil, help him and his daughter to have a better life. “Phil, listen to me” Dan called out for him, waiting for the other man’s gaze to lock on his.

“Phil, once this trip is over I will help you get a better job, I will lend you some of my clothes or even buy you new ones and I also know people that might need someone like you in their company, okay?” Dan promised him, wanting to give him the best help he could recieve.

“Dan I cannot let you do th…” Phil started but Dan cut him off.

“Phil no. You are gonna let me do this for you and Olivia. I promised I wasn’t gonna tell you but Olivia is worried about you Phil, she has seen you cry about bills and also she noticed how much you were working” Dan’s voice softened a bit, “You cannot keep dealing with this alone, and if you want to make everything better for Olivia you are going to take my help, okay?”

The mention of Olivia’s worry made Phil see things other way. He was dealing with all of this, not even stopping for a moment to check on his daughter, who was also worried about his well being. He was a terrible dad, oh god.

“I’m a terrible dad, Dan.” A sob escaped Phil’s lips before starting crying again.

“Phil…” Dan whispered, bringing the other man into a hug, trying to calm him down. “Phil, you are not a terrible dad, you couldn’t be. You made everything that was in your hands so Olivia could have a happy life and she has one, but if you want to improve that you need to have help and I’m offering to help you so please, let me.”

A broken “Okay” was heard form Phil, who slowly calmed down, and hugged Dan back, getting finally some comfort from the other dad.


It was the next day already and both dad’s were waiting for their daughters to come out from their bedroom so they could make it to the park on time. After the night they had had, their friendship had improved.

After Phil’s breakdown, Dan put on his pyjamas and both laid down on their respective beds, and since neither could sleep, they had spent few hours talking about their lives. Apparently Dan worked for BBC, writing articles about pretty much everything. Also Phil told him about how Olivia had been a surprise child, and her mom didn’t really want her, so Phil signed the papers so he could be her only parent. Dan told him that Billie’s mother died after her birth, he had been heartbroken at the time, but after eight years he had managed to deal with it. The topics drifted from one to another, till they both finally fell asleep.

“Dad!” they heard two squeaky voices behind, both girls running towards them.

Olivia collided with his dad’s legs and hugging him tightly, making Phil crouch down to properly hug her daughter, whispering a “Dad is okay, don’t worry” into her ear, knowing his daughter needed those reassuring words right now.

Dan lifted Billie up, tapping her nose making her giggle,“did you sleep well you little munchkin?”

Billie leaned a bit into his dad embrace and nodded, looking at the scene in front of them “They are gonna be okay, right dad?”

“Billie,” Dan hugged his daughter tighter, glad his daughter had such a kind heart, “we are gonna help them, they are going to be fine.”


They had spent all day on the amusement park, and now they had decided to go and see some of the souvenir shops, see if they could buy something to remember their trip.

Olivia and Billie had found some 'best friend’ necklaces that were beautiful so they ran to their dads to convice them so they could get them.

“Why are you both running so excitedly?” Dan asked them, already knowing what they were going to ask.

“Dad, look at this necklaces, they are perfect for Olivia and me! Look!” Billie handed the necklace to her dad as Olivia did the same so Phil could also see.

Phil looked at it, and Billie was right, the necklaces really were beautiful. He checked the price tag and he almost had a heart attack, it was more than he could afford. He looked back at his daughter who was looking at him with pleading eyes, he was sure he would break her heart if he didn’t buy it but it was too expensive…

Dan looked at Phil, already knowing what he was thinking. He was sure Phil didn’t have enough money on him to spend on the necklace. He looked back at the girls who were looking at them waiting for an answer when Phil started speaking.

“Olivia…” but Dan cut his sentence off by snatching Olivia’s necklace from his hands.

“C'mon girls, you are getting out of here with your necklaces.” Dan said, heading to the check out.

The girls let out a little scream as they followed Dan.

Phil, still dazed about what was happinging realized that he couldn’t let Dan spend so much money on his daughter, so he caught up with them and grabbed Dan by the forearm, leading him a bit further where the girls couldn’t hear them.

“Dan no, I cannot let you spend so much money on Olivia” Phil told him, “Yes, I cannot afford to pay so much money on a necklace but I cannot let you spend it too. It is too much.”

“Phil, you promised me yesterday you were going to let me help you and I have seen the look you had in your eyes, you don’t want to break Olivia’s heart, do you?” Dan said, trying to reason with Phil.

Phil looked down, still a bit embarrassed about his situation, “Olivia has never asked for anything and now that she is just asking for a necklace I cannot afford it, it’s just so frustrating… I’m just disappointing her” a lone tear slid down his left cheek, quickly cleaning it with his hand.

Dan’s heart was aching seeing how much this affected Phil. He didn’t want to disappoint his daughter by not buying her one thing she had asked for. “Phil no…” Dan whispered, “listen to me, you are not disappointing her.”

“Yes I am Dan! I cannot buy her a necklace to have along with her best friend, what kind of dad that makes me?” Phil almost shouted, loud enough to catch Olivia and Billie’s attention and come running to them.

Olivia saw how upset her dad was so she instantly gave him a tight hug by circling her arms around his waist, “Dad, you could never disappoint me, I love you.”

Billie was watching the scene and she saw who Phil was having an internal battle between believing Olivia or not. “Phil” Billie’s tiny voice called him, “Olivia has always told me how an amazing dad you are and we all can see that, so please, let us help you. There is nothing wrong with accepting people’s help.”

Phil was surprised at Billie’s words, the girl had always been a bit shy but apparently she had managed to get out of her comfort zone to console him. So, he crouched down and looked at both girls’ eyes before bringing them both into a bear hug.

Once the hug was over Billie spoke again, “so Phil, are you gonna let us help you? We just want the best for you two.”

“Yes Billie, I will accept your help, thank you so much.” Phil smiled shyly at her, and she returned the smile back.

Dan, who was witnessing the scene with a soft smile on his face loocked his gaze with Phil’s and muttered a silent 'thank you’, which Phil responded with another smile, standing up after giving each girl kiss on the top of their head.

“C'mon girls, you will be the envy of school with these necklaces” Dan told them as he approached the check out again, the girls happily following him.

Phil looked at the three people that were now walking toward the exit, focusing on Olivia who had a big smile plastered on her face, while Dan took a picture of the two girls showing their new necklaces. Maybe getting help wouldn’t be that bad, right?


They were back at the hotel, all of them had already had dinner and now both dad’s had finished preparing the suitcases before they had to go back tomorrow evening. Even though they were visiting a natural park tomorrow, they had decided to pack everthing now so that they wouldn’t be rushing later.

Now they were sitting in the two seat sofa watching some kind of TV game show. At one point Phil turned the volume down so he could speak.

“Dan I haven’t told you but you and Billie are amazing, I am so glad Olivia has found a friend as good as Billie, you really are a good dad” Dan looked at him ready to thank him but Phil continued, “it’s just like a dream to have found such good people like you in our lowest moment so really Dan, thank you.”

“Phil, I told you like a million times now, you don’t need to thank us.” Dan replied, smiling a bit, getting lost in Phil’s blue eyes.

“But I need to thank you, no one has ever done anything like this for us ever.” Phil told him, his voice getting lower as he was losing himself also in the other’s brown eyes.

One of them knew how happened, but suddenly their lips were on eachother’s, a bit slow, testing the waters. One of Dan’s hands made his way onto Phil’s neck, bringing him a bit closer, as Phil’s hands grabbed Dan’s waist, circling it, the movement showing that they both wanted it so they deepened the kiss, making Phil lean onto Dan, so that they were now lying horizontally on the sofa, lazily making out.

“Wow” they both said at the same time, making a soft laugh erupt from them both as well.

Dan looked at Phil, biting his lower lip. After that kiss (okay, kisses but still) Dan knew they couldn’t just be friends. But if Phil didn’t want anything more… He hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, yes he had had some dates but no one really stuck around. He just hopped at least Phil would.

“So… what happens now?” he asked nervously, a bit afraid of what Phil could respond.

Phil he looked into Dan’s eyes and saw uncertainty in them, probably scared of what he could say. But he shouldn’t be. He really wanted to try something more than a friendship with Dan, even if he was scared too. “Dan, you know that I’m not in my best life moment, but I would like us to try to be something more than friends.” Phil paused, thinking his next words “We don’t have to really label anything, just let it flow, follow our instincts, only if you want too, of course.”

Dan was glad Phil proposed the 'no-label’ thing. It was too soon to know what they could be and he wasn’t sure if both of them were ready for a relationship yet, as Phil had said, he wasn’t in his best moment and Dan was also insecure about having a formal relationship.

“Okay, I like that idea.” Dan agreed, caresing Phil’s cheek making him lean into the touch, a smile appearing on his face. “C'mon, let’s go to bed, we have a tiring day tomorrow.”

And with that Phil lifted himself up from Dan’s body, extending a hand so the other man could take it, leading them to their respective beds.


The next morning was nice. The girls had enjoyed the nature park, learning about the widlife surrounding them, as they excitedly told their parents all they had taught them. Dan and Phil had also enjoyed it, they had walked around the park while their daughters were with their teachers, subtly touching eachother and sometimes holding hands when they made sure no one was really looking.

Now they were already seated on the bus on their way back home, Dan on the window seat of course, as Phil had promised him. “You know, I don’t think I would have enjoyed this trip that much if you and Billie hadn’t come.” Phil quietly told Dan, trying not to disturb the sleeping passengers on the bus, while trying to untangle his earphones.

“I was thinking the same. It was nice to get to know you better, Phil. And…” Dan leaned a bit, just so he could whisper into Phil’s ear, “I’m glad we decided to give us a try, even though we still don’t know what it will lead to.” And Dan quickly looked around, making sure no one was looking before pecking Phil on the cheek, rapidly looking out of the window again, not wanting to let Phil see his red cheeks.

What he didn’t see is the way Phil lifted a hand onto his cheek, touching where he had just kissed him and smiling at the gesture.  


It had been a week since the trip, and Dan and Phil hadn’t managed to meet again due to their work hours, but they had been texting eachother nonstop.

One of those days, Dan called him and excitedly told him that he had contacted one of his friends and they were looking for people in their company. Phil swore he could cry in that moment. So, they had decided to meet up on Thursday afternoon to go shopping for Phil so he could finally show how professional he really was.

They left the girls with a babysitter at Dan’s house so they could shop without any distractions. They were both excited, they hadn’t seen eachother since the trip and now they would be a few hours all alone. It wasn’t a 'date’ but they both felt it was, even though any of them brought it up.

They were now in what would be their fifth shop. Phil was having an inner battle now. He had tried on many suits, but he always checked the tag, saw how much it was and even though Dan was the one buying he still didn’t want him to spend so much money on him; so he tried them on in the dressing room and told Dan that they didn’t suit him through the curtain before he changed back into his clothes.

He was now in the dressing room, a red tie on his hands, trying to tie it up, but he had lost practice after not wearing one. Dan was waiting for him and when he noticed that Phil wasn’t going out he called out “Phil, you okay there?”

“Um yeah,” Phil responded, a bit strangled “just, the tie is not my thing…”

Oh, the tie. Dan suggested trying one, it would make him look more professional. “Let me help you” Dan said, drawing the curtain to the left so Phil could step out of the dressing room.

He swatted Phil’s hand off the tie and explained to him how he had to do it. “Now, that’s how you tie a tie” Dan laughed, letting his hands rest against Phil’s chest once he had finished while he looked at his blue eyes.

Phil grabbed his hands and laced their fingers, tugging Dan closer so that they touched their noses, giving each other eskimo kisses, both enjoying the moment.

Suddenly Phil moved his head a bit, giving Dan a peck on the cheek and another on the lips, feeling the brown eyed’s smile on his lips.

“Thank you, and not only for the tie.” Phil whispered once their lips had parted.

Dan tugged Phil so he could kiss him again, “I told you, no need to thank me. Now mister,” Dan took some steps back and looked at Phil, admiring how attractive he looked in that suit, “I am getting you that suit because you look amazing.”

“But Dan…” Phil was going to put the same excuse he had put all those other times but Dan didn’t let him speak more.

“No, Phil, no buts. I am getting you that suit and you are going to get that new job, okay?” he playfully pushed Phil onto the changing room again, closing the curtain. “I will wait for you in the shoe section, don’t make me wait.” Dan shouted and letting Phil change into his normal clothes.


It was the day of the interview and Phil was extremely nervous. After dropping Olivia at school (who had wished him “good luck” with a tight hug and a peck on the cheek) he went back to his house, put on his new suit and took the tube to the company.

He was checking his phone when suddenly a text from Dan showed up. 'Phil, I cannot call you right now but I wish you the best of luck today. You are going to be fine, don’t worry. I believe in you. I will check with you later. Kisses x D’

He smiled at it, that was the confidence boost he needed. He could get through this.


“You are hired, Mr. Lester. Welcome to our company. You start next Monday at 10am.”

As soon as he had heard the words Phil almost cried. He did it. He could finally give Olivia what she deserved. He could finally be at peace with it.

“Thank you Mrs. Aiken, thank you so much” Phil answered, shaking his new boss’ hand.

Once he was out of what would be his new company he called his what would be his old boss to let him know that he wouldn’t be working with them anymore.

When the call ended he noticed how a weight had been lifted from his chest, making him breath easier.

He and Olivia could finally breath.


Phil arrived home happier than ever and he suddenly remembered the text Dan had sent him. Maybe he should ask him to come and tell him the good news in person, yeah, Dan deserved that.

'As soon as you can come to my house. I need to see you’ he texted and sent. He hoped Dan could come soon, he needed to tell someone.

A few minutes later a text came back. 'How did it go? You okay? I can be there in 20’

'Yeah, just come soon please’ Phil texted back. He just needed Dan right now.


Dan parked his car and got out of the car running straight into Phil’s porch, knockikng on the door harder that he had intended. The texts he had recieved from Phil were so ambiguous he didn’t know if he had bad or good news. He hoped it would be the last one.

Suddenly the door opened, a poker faced Phil appeared in front of him and as soon he went to greet him a smile broke into Phil’s face “I got the job.”

Dan went to scream but before he could make any sound two hands grabbed his cheeks and brought him into a deep kiss, making him close his eyes and lean into Phil’s body, latching his hands in his tie bringing him even closer.

“I hope you have good news more often so you kiss me like that” Dan told him once they both had parted for air, “I’m proud of you Phil.”

“Dan, it was all thanks to you, I cannot thank you enough for this,” Phil kissed him again, this time just a peck, “I will pay you back all the money you have spent on us and…”

Dan cut him off with another quick kiss, “I don’t want you to pay me back. I don’t want your money, Phil. Seeing you finally happy is enough.” he told the blue eyed man.

Phil stared at him, a smile appearing at the kindness of the man in front of him. “At least let me take you on a date. Once I get my first salary let me take you to a fancy dinner, just the both of us, or with the girls if you want, I don’t care. I also kind of wanna see you wearing a suit…” he blushed at the last part. He couldn’t deny Dan was very attractive but the thought of seeing him on a suit was making him have punishable thoughts.

Dan bit his lower lip and pulled a thinking face even though he already knew the answer, “of course I would want to go on a date with you,” he leaned a bit to whisper onto his ear “and I kind of want to see you on a suit again, those pants make your butt look great.”

And with that Dan skipped off to his car “Hurry up Phil! we need to pick up Billie and Olivia and tell them the good news!”

Phil had managed not to be red faced by the time they reached their daughters’ school.


Billie and Olivia were chatting about one of their classmate’s birthday when suddenly Billie spotted her dad with a suited clad Phil waiting for them, so she grabbed Olivia’s hand and ran as fast as she could to them, leaving her and her friend out of breath.

“Don’t worry girls, we are not leaving without you” Phil laughed at them, reaching for Olivia and lifting her onto his arms while Dan did the same with Billie.

“Dad! How did it go? Did you get the job?” Olivia asked Phil, quiestioning him with her big eyes.

“I got the job Olivia, I will finally be able to give you everything you deserve, my little girl” Phil told her, his eyes watering.

“Oh dad” Olivia hugged his dad tight circling her arms around his neck, making him hug her closer to him “you always gave me everything I wanted, now I just want to see you happy.”

That made it for Phil. He couldn’t stop his tears from falling into his daughter’s shoulder, “I was happy because you made my life happy Olivia, but now it will be even happier, I promise you.”

Dan and Billie looked at them, one of Dan’s hand traveled to Phil’s back, rubbing circles so he could calm down. Billie put a hand on one of Phil’s shoulders, making him lift his head and look at the smaller Howell.

“Congratulations Phil, I knew you would get the job.” Billie smiled at him.

“It was all thanks to you both, so thank you so much Howells. You really are amazing.” Phil croacked out, fixing his gaze on Dan who was smiling at him and leaned to peck him in the cheek, both girls squealing at the movement.

“I’m starting to think 'thank you’ is the only word you know, Phil Lester” Dan teased him, putting Billie down on her feet and grabbing her hand, “why don’t we celebrate this with ice cream?”

Olivia jumped ot of his father’s arms and grabbed his hand, dragging him after Billie and Dan, not wanting to miss the ice cream.


It had been a month and a week since Phil got his new job. He loved the company, and his co-workers were so nice he never wanted to leave. His life was like a dream right now except for one thing.

He and Dan were still on the no-label thing and everytime they meet, he wanted to ask Dan to be his boyfriend, but since he had promised him a fancy dinner he wanted to do it properly, not after a coffee date. Dan deserved it after helping Phil change his life 180º degrees.

He wanted it to be a surprise, but then he remembered that he had told Dan that he didn’t care about  bringing Olivia and Billie with them, and Dan didn’t seem to mind either. So, he told Olivia about his plan.

She would told Billie to stay in their house as a sleepover, but then they would dress up and suprisedly pick Dan up to go with them to have dinner. Yeah, that would be best.

Now, he was waiting for both girls to get out of school so he could bring them to their 'sleepover’, since he had told Dan that he would pick them up and bring them directly to his house. Dan seemed to be alright with it so…

Two pairs of arms circled his legs, making him wake up from his daydream and loook down to greet them “Ready for your 'sleepover’?” he asked them, making quotation marks with his hands.

Olivia and Billie eagerly nodded at him, grabbing each of his hands and making their way to the Lester’s house, chatting exitedly about the dinner.

“He is going to love it Phil, really.” Billie told him after a few minutes.

“I hope so, Billie, I hope so.”


Dan was just watching a movie wearing his pyjamas even though it was just 7 o'clock but since Billie was at a sleepover with Olivia he was bored. He was going to switch on his Wii when he heard a knock.

Who could that even be? His 60 year old neighbour asking for sugar? Well, a 10 minute conversation wouldn’t hurt to be honest.

“Hi, what do you want?” tha last word died in his throat when he saw Phil with Olivia and Billie, fancily dressed up. “What are you even doing here all dressed up?” he exclaimed, a smile appearing on his face at the sight.

“I promised you a fancy dinner, didn’t I?” Phil told him, his voice wavering a bit from his nerves.

“But…” Dan wanted to speak, but the girls pushed him, leading him onto his bedroom so he could get dressed fancily.

“Don’t take too long, we have reservations at 8!” Phil shouted, making the girls scream and hurry Dan up.


They were at the restaurant, the four of them having eaten the main courses and now they were waiting for the desserts. Phil decided it was time…

“I want to say something.” Phil coughed before speaking again, making Dan and the girls look at him, “After you both entered our lives I was struggling to keep on with my life, but now, I have an amazing job, an extraordinary daughter and her best friend but I just need one more thing to be completely happy…” Phil paused a but and fixed his gaze on Dan, who was sitting next to him, “Dan, when we first established this we had a non-label kind of relationship but I have realized I want more and I hope you do too so… Dan Howell, will you be my boyfriend?”

Dan looked at him, his smile getting bigger and muttering a yes before grabbing Phil by the neck and bringing him into a kiss, keeping it appropiate since they had an audience, who were cheering at them.

Once they parted Dan leaned a bit, enough to whisper into Phil’s ear so only them could hear eachother “Once we are alone I wanna get you out of that suit and kiss every single freckle you have on your skin, Phil Lester.”

“That will take you like all you life to complete” Phil laughed softly into his ear.

“I don’t care. That is what I was hoping for anyways” Dan whispered back, leaning back against his chair and biting his bottom lip while winking at him before starting a conversation with the girls.

Phil sighed and smiled at the sight. This was the life he had dreamed of, and all thanks to the Howells.

Showing your wings.

“I want to show you something.” I spoke in a slightly low voice to the Winchester. He brought all his attention to me and I let out a sigh from my mouth.

 "What baby?“ Dean asked, his brow furrowed. I pulled away from his body and I stood up, a few steps from the bed. Dean sat on the bed, not removing his beautiful, confused eyes from me. I looked at him a few more seconds and then I looked down at the floor, now letting Dean see my wings, I had them flutter softly. "Fuck.” Whispered the Winchester without ceasing to see me, now stood up and approached me. “They’re one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my whole fucking life.”

 I lifted my head, so I could look into my boyfriend’s eyes and a small smile on my lips at the expression of admiration Dean had.

 "C-can I … touch them?“ He asked me in a whisper. I nodded slightly and turned my back on Dean so he would have more access to my wings. After a few seconds I felt the dedicated touch of Dean’s hands on my right wing, which made my body shudder. Dean stroked my right wing from top to bottom as gently as possible.

 "You know, it’s been a long time since anyone touched my wings.” I spoke in a low voice, without taking my eyes off the floor.

 "I am glad to know that I am one of the few who have been able to do so.“ Dean was now stroking my left wing, not leaving his softness. "I will never forget this.”

 I turned on my heels, now facing Dean, i rolled his waist and pulled him to me in a hug, he surrounded my shoulders and laid his chin on my head gently.

 "I love you so much, you know that right?“ I whispered against his chest. Dean left a kiss in my hair.

 "I love you even more, baby, and I love to know that you have enough confidence to show me your wings.” We broke the embrace and Dean laid a hand on my cheek, stroking it slightly, without taking his eyes off mine. “You do not know how grateful I am for having run into you, angel.” He laid his forehead on mine and at last joined his lips with mine in a soft kiss.

i wish i could have one more chance just to make sure that you knew i loved you. one more chance to ask if you were okay. one more chance just to say hello.
even more than that, i wish you had one more day than what you had gotten. one more hour. one more minute.
but wishes are for disney films and fairytales, things like that which are light and airy
and real life is louder than the flat line of heart monitor, no matter how hard i try i just can’t stop myself from hearing it
and real life doesn’t grant wishes, no matter how many shooting stars we see or how any eyelashes we blow in the wind, no matter how many times the clock strikes 11:11
we don’t get one more chance, one more day, one more minute
we only get one, period.
we get one life and i hope that yours was as meaningful to you as it was to me
now that is something that life can offer; hope
because wishes are fleeting but hope gives us strength
and i hope that your pain was relieved
i hope you were able to smile
i hope you knew just how loved you truly, truly are
i hope you’re out there listening to me now, i hope you can hear how sorry i  am and how much i miss you
and above all, i just hope that your spirit and your memory will continue to shine as brightly as you did
—  rest in peace, Kips <3
(cc, 2016)
And then there’s one particular moment in your life where you finally say “I guess I find the right one”. And you invested effort and time, without asking for something in return because you just want them to feel that they are loved, that they are special, that they can finally trust others again. Then something happens, something comes along and everything starts to change. Someone else is in the picture. The thing that you had always prayed for, the idea of what you once thought could lead to something more, gets buried somewhere deep that you can no longer pull it back. It leaves you wondering why do things like that happen. It leaves you with the thought that at one point you were convinced it could have been something more, but it will never be. You were suddenly left behind with nothing but the memory of having mutual feelings you thought existed, but in reality it was never there to begin with.

As people who follow my blog may know this has been a particularly challenging year for me. I’ve hit some really low lows, but the CS fandom has stuck by me every step of the way. You’ve supported me when I’ve been down. At my very worst moments, you’ve given me something to hold onto. For that, I’m immensely grateful. As @optomisticgirl says, we’re not a fandom, we’re a family and I’ve never felt that more than I did this fall. 

So when asked what I’m thankful for this thanksgiving, my answer is YOU. 

I’m so grateful that a princess and her 300+ year old pirate brought so many of us together. I truly wouldn’t have made it through this fall without you. 

Thank you to all my followers. I love each and every one of you. You’re all amazing people who I wish I could hang out with in real life. Seeing your posts on my dash makes each day better. 

Now I want to specifically thank some people who have been my support systems, my rocks, and my lifelines (or just provided me a kind word) over the past few months. I love you to the moon and back. 

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Request from @hellodayandhellonight: Can u do one where the reader is new at the CCPD and she/he are on the K9 Police Force, their dog could be specially trained to find the people from the husks that keep popping up

This was a super cool request! I had fun with it! I tweaked it ever so slightly…but it still goes with what you asked for! Enjoy and request again soon!

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Originally posted by naked-drinking-coffee

All your life, you had loved animals. Any type of animal (except spiders, you would always hate them) was subject to your love, but none more so than dogs. Not only did you love animals, but you seemed to have a special way with them. After the Particle Accelerator explosion years before, you had noticed that the connection you had with animals, particularly dogs, had grown stronger. You weren’t entirely convinced that you were a meta-human like you saw the Flash fighting on the news, but you had feeling that you had you had been effected by it a tiny bit.

The police academy had always been a dream of yours and once you had noticed your enhanced connection with animals, the K-9 unit of the CCPD had seemed like an obvious fit. About the time that you had joined the force, the husks had started appearing around the city. Your dog, a gorgeous brown and black haired German Shepard named Schnell, had found the first one. A day later, as you were driving along your usual beat, Schnell perched in the passenger seat (you could never get her to ride in the backseat, she absolutely refused), your faithful complain started going nuts, barking at someone walking down the street. You could sense from Schnell that this person was someone dangerous, perhaps not even human. Once you had pulled over, leaving Schnell in the car, before you could even question the person they had revealed themselves as a meta, attempting to attack you. You were able to subdue them, their powers having no effect on you, and brought them into the station.

“I don’t know how you did it,” Julien Albert says, walking up to you with a file. Schnell slightly growls at him, but then quiets down with just a touch of your hand. “But that meta you brought in…they matched the DNA from the husk your pup found the other day.”

“You’re kidding.” You say, looking at the file Julien had handed you. You knew enough science to decipher the results in the file, confirming what Julien had just told you. “Well, looks like someone is getting an extra treat tonight.” You rub the top of Schnell’s head, handing the file back to Julien.

“Yes,” Julien says, seeming to not be as proud of your partner as you were. “Well, keep up the good work.”

Over the next couple of months, almost every husk that was found, was found by you and Schnell. Within a week or so, you two also seemed to find the person that matched the husk. One night, you and Schnell were settling down for the night, getting ready to catch up on the TV you had missed the past week (Schnell really seemed to like Grey’s Anatomy oddly enough). Suddenly, a yellow blur fills your living room, startling you and Schnell. Once it stops, the Flash was standing in front of you. Schnell barks at him once (mainly out of annoyance you could tell), recognizing him after a second. This wasn’t the first time you had encountered the Flash, but the other times had been out in the field. “Flash,” you say, slightly startled yourself and pulling your fleece blanket tighter around your lap. “What are you-“

“I’m sorry to drop by like this,” he says, his voice reverberating and his face blurred from rapid movement. “But I need to discuss something with you.”

“Okay,” you say, slowly. Schnell walks over to the Flash and nudges his hand, asking to be petted; Schnell liked the Flash you could sense. You could also tell that she recognized him as someone from CCPD, their scent was the same but you couldn’t tell who it was. “Do you…I don’t know, do you need something to drink or—“

“No, no, thank you,” the Flash says, shaking his head. “I wanted to ask you about the husks. You and Schnell have found…well, almost all of them and you’ve found all the people whose DNA matches the husks…”

You could hear the unspoken question of how you had done it. You shrug your shoulders as Schnell leaves the Flash’s side and walks over to join you on the couch. “I’m not sure. It’s almost like…I don’t know. It’s like Schnell can sense them. The people anyway. I think we’re just getting lucky with finding the husks.”

The Flash looks at you for a second before placing his hands on his hips he lets out a quiet sigh as he moves from standing in front of the TV to sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. “You seem to have really strong connection with Schnell.” One hearing her name, Schnell lets out a happy bark (the attention hog loved being talked about).

“Yeah,” you say, rubbing the top of your partner’s head. You knew what he was talking about, but your natural defense was to down play it. “You have to have a connection with the dogs when you work on the K-9 unit—“

The Flash shakes his head. “That’s not what I mean…and you know that.”

Schnell lets out a quiet whine as you both simultaneously look at each other. If your partner trusted the superhero in front of you, why couldn’t you. “It’s not that I can read her mind or anything,” you finally admit out loud. “I can just…I’m not sure. I can just sense what she’s feeling. It’s like that with all animals though…ever sense the particle accelerator went off.”

The Flash nods his head, as if he had already known the answer. “The husks…they are far more complex than what the CCPD realizes.” He says. Both you and Schnell’s interests were piqued. “Me and my team, we could use your help in tracking down the rest of them.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Help…you…the Flash…” you eventually stammer out. “I don’t…we, both Schnell and I, just joined the force earlier this year…how could we—“ You stop rambling when you notice the Flash’s face unblur. After a second, he reaches up and pulls the mask and cowl down. You stare at the Flash, now revealed to be the other forensic scientist from CCPD: Barry Allen, in shock (Schnell was feeling smug, having known the Flash was someone you already knew). “Holy hell, Allen—“

“Please,” he says, cutting you off. A pleading look on his face, his eyes almost begged you for help. “Team Flash…Central City could use you and Schnell’s help.”

You peel your eyes away from Barry and lock eyes with Schnell. She was telling you what you already knew though: the Flash needed you and your partner’s help…how in the hell could you turn him down?

anonymous asked:

Was it ever revealed what Vito whispered to Sanji? At first I thought it was a threat about Zeff but then when Luffy & Nami caught up to him and the Vinsmokes, Sanji seems to consider Vito's words seperately from the threat on Zeff's life. Could there be even more secrets about Sanji we're not privy to (yet)?

I’ve been thinking the same thing! At first I thought Vito blackmailed Sanji with Zeff’s life just like Judge, but now I’m wondering if Oda intended anything by not showing the latter part of Vito’s words to him. 

Also, there is no reason for Sanji to remind himself of Vito’s whisper as well if he told him the same thing as Judge. But Sanji decided to leave right after hearing his words, and I doubt there’s anything more important to him than Zeff’s safety that would force him to make up his mind so immediately.

And whatever Vito told Sanji, I’m almost certain that there are more secrets to be revealed about our mysterious cook! 

Now that I’ve ruined space I have to ask myself:  What’s left?  I’ve ruined One Direction, Harry and Louis’ friendship, space…..

My life is now complete.  What more could I possibly hope to accomplish?  I guess it’s time to take up residency in a rocking chair and yell at kids who walk on my lawn.