bye i actually have work to do

just some sketches i did but never finished/posted bc….. i’m not actually sure?? confidence issues i guess

i’ll probably redraw and refine these later c:

whispers thank you for all the notes, comments, and follows btw. y’all give me random bursts of courage and i end up posting things and i have not regretted any yet—- (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Of Ships

Ignacio enters the Pixie’s Kitten. It’s a very fine establishment, with plenty of people wearing very strategically placed bits of silk, as well as some rowdy dudes enjoying the libations and sights.
Ignacio: Hola, I am seeking for men and women to fly my ship.
Everyone looks up at this bombastic entrance and several people raise an eyebrow.
A scantily clad women, presumably of the evening, takes Ignacio’s arm.
“Well, I’m sure we can find someone who can… pilot.”
Ignacio: So long as they are good with the helm and accepting of gold, I do not care.
Madam: “Well, are you looking for a… bosun, or a cabin boy?”
Ignacio: Preferably a bosun, por favor.
Ignacio is not quite so familiar with sailing terms in Common.
The woman pats Ignacio’s arm and walks off, sighing to herself.
“The good looking ones always plow the other row…”
Ignacio: Plow rows? I’m looking for sailors.
Madam: “No no, I understand. We’ll find someone.”
The woman walks into a back room and is gone for some time, before coming back with a guy that might have been carved from a tree. He looks Ignacio up and down.
This burly fellow is shirtless and looks like his skin is half oil.
Ignacio: Ehh… He does not look like a sailor.
He’s not wearing the uniform.
Señor, do you have a sailor’s outfit?
Madam: “I think I could find one somewhere.”
Ignacio: I’m not convinced. Can you provide me a more authentic sailor? Perhaps someone who owns a belaying pin?
The man grins.
“I have one of those, too. Not sure where it is, though. You want to help me find it?”
Ignacio: I suppose. Do you mind long stays in the sky?
Faregal: “I do need to be paid overtime.”
Ignacio: Do you have any experience at the helm?
Faregal: “Helm and belowdecks, too.”
Ignacio: Excelente.
Ignacio turns to the madam.
Ignacio: I would like to bring this one with me.
The madam blinks.
Madam: “We don’t typically do long jobs.”
Ignacio: I will be keeping him. I’ll pay him well. I desperately need a helmsman for my long voyages in the sky.
I don’t normally hire prostitutes as sailors, but I think this one can do the job. What is your name, señor?
Faregal: “How mu- wait, an actual sailor?”
Ignacio: Did I stutter?
The buff dude looks confused for a few moments before nodding.
Faregal: “Right. Of course. A ‘sailor’. Sure. What are your rates?”
Ignacio: Two gold per day.
Consistent work.
The buff prostitute blinks.
Faregal: “Two g-”
Turns to the madam.
Faregal: “I quit, you’ve been lovely, thanks, bye.”
Ignacio: Bien. I have one more place to visit before you see the ship. Hasta luego, señora.
The madam stares after this high roller.
Ignacio walks out of the brothel with the prostitute in tow, What is your name?
Ignacio: Bien Faregal. I need you to perform any and all services asked of you, even if they seen unorthodox.
Faregal looks at Ignacio.
Faregal: “Yeah… for two gold a day, you can whip me bloody.”
Ignacio: Oh, and you will never discuss your pay with your crew mates.
Ignacio unfolds his sword and holds it to Faregal’s throat, “Understand?”
“Woah! Woah! I understand!”
Ignacio: Muy bien.
Ignacio folds his sword.
Ignacio: Where can we find a good hunter in this city?


i heard faceday got changed to faceweekend which is neat cus i didn’t have time to take any pics yesterday whoops so yeah here’s me n the boys

Fresh Start - Part 3

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Joe West and Julian Albert

Words: 2369

Warnings: none

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian @moonlightbae14 @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms

Request: none

Notes: thank you to everyone who’s reading this story! I’m so happy you like it so far!

Originally posted by dailygrantgustin

PART 1  /  PART 2  /  PART 4  /  PART 5  /  PART 6  /  PART 7  /  PART 8  /  PART 9

Of course that incident during your very first hours in Central City had consequences. You told Thea what happened that same night and, of course, she ended up telling Oliver in no time. As a result, your voicemail was full of messages of a really angry, worried and protective older brother who threatened with showing up in Central City and taking you back with him if you didn’t call him back in less than 12 hours.

Talking him out of that threat in the morning wasn’t easy at all but somehow you managed to calm him down after being with him on the phone for more than an hour. You really appreciated his concern but there were times when you just wanted to kick his ass. Especially when his overprotection caused you to be late for your first day at journalism school.

You were lucky your teacher was a nice mid-age woman. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been allowed to walk in the class. The first subject was actually pretty interesting. They were going to teach how to write a proper article, what register you had to use and which one you couldn’t, which were the right words according to the topic. They were going to teach you how to write. What you didn’t expect was to have work to do by the time the class had finished.

“I want an article about the topic you chose concerning Central City. It can be about projects the Mayor is carrying out, shops opening, metahumans, crime…whatever you chose is ok. Just remember: adjust your register, your language and state your sources. You have a week. Thank you and I see you on Wednesday” she explained while she took her papers.

The rest of the classes were as interesting as the first one and you couldn’t wait to see what this degree had to offer but you were already loving it. Lucky for you, the only work you had to do so far was writing that article and you had a week. Your way back home, all you could think about was topics to write about and you couldn’t come up with any good one.

It took you a time to find a parking spot and when you did, you went straight to Jitters to have lunch since you still didn’t have time to buy groceries and didn’t feel like doing it. When you finally had your lunch and a table to sit, you took out your laptop and started doing some research on the city while you called Thea.

“Hey! How was your first day?”  She asked the moment she picked it up.

“Great! I already love it” you smiled with enthusiasm. “But I already have work to do and I honestly don’t know where to start” you said.

“What is it about? Maybe I can help” she suggested. Soon you told her what the class was about and what you had to do, hoping she could really help you out on this one.

“And I don’t know what I can talk about. When the teacher started talking about writing an article, I immediately thought about writing it about Oliver, you know? I can get an interview with the Mayor of Star City” you laughed. “But then she said it had to be about Central City” you sighed scrolling down the screen in search for some inspiration.

“I would do it about metahumans” she said right away. You frowned at the answer.

“I’m not really interested in them” you commented.

“But people is! It’s an article people would read. Normal people with super powers? C’mon!” She exclaimed.

“Well you have a point…” you said as you typed ‘metahumans’ and searched for it. “I would definitely have information” you added as you saw all the results.

“And I’m sure you can even go to the police and ask someone there. They must have an expert or something like that” she told you.

“I guess…” you whispered. “Actually yes, maybe I can do it about metas” you nodded to yourself. “Thanks Thea, you’re a love” you said.

“I know” she said. You rolled your eyes at the response. “I gotta go to work but I’ll text you later, ok?”

“Ok, bye Speedy” you said before hanging up. “Metahumans…” you mumbled looking through the articles that had been written about them. “The world is crazy” you added before closing your laptop.

You had your topic, you had a week and you were hungry. It could definitely wait.

When you finished your lunch you went straight to the supermarket. You couldn’t just waste money eating out so the sooner you had your food, the sooner you would stop wasting money. The rest of the day was spent at home, unpacking and putting everything in place while you made a list of the things you needed for the apartment. By the time you were done, you were completely exhausted so you made yourself some popcorn, connected your computer to the TV and turned on Netflix.

Next day at university, the classes were as interesting as the first one. Except History of Journalism. That was the most boring class you had ever attended to and the teacher didn’t help. All he did was turning off the lights, turn on the computer and play a PowerPoint while he started talking in a monotone tone that would make anyone fall asleep.

So, after 15 minutes trying to paying attention and not getting anywhere with that, you opened your internet browser and started doing some research of metahumans as you took notes of everything you saw that it looked interesting. You knew there had been many metahumans attacks here in Central City but you never thought there would be that much. In less than five minutes you had a whole list of fifteen metahumans with different powers. But one of them stood out: The Flash.

The scarlet speedster that had saved Central City was all around the papers. Obviously he was loved by the whole city and he had even worked with the Green Arrow sometimes. It was interesting but the articles didn’t give you much more information. You needed a source and you knew where to get one: CCPD. You searched through the department web and soon you came up with a name: Julia Albert, metahumans expert. He was your guy.

When you finished your classes you went straight to the police department. There had to be someone who could give you more information about these metas so, once again, you were standing in front of the desk. Fortunately, this time there was another man behind it. A nicer one than the last time.

“I’m a journalism student and I have to write an article for one of my classes” you started explaining after he asked you what you needed. “I’ve decided to write it about metahumans so I was wondering if I could talk to Julian Albert? Your expert” you smiled.

“First I would need to your student ID if that’s not a problem” the man smiled at you.

“Oh sure! Sorry” you chuckled looking for it in your bag. Soon you found it and showed to him before hanging it around your neck.

“Alright, Miss Queen” the officer said with a smile. “Albert’s lab is upstairs. Turn left and you will find it at the end of the corridor” he informed you.

“Thank you” you smiled at him before following his instructions.

You would love to say that you got there with no problems but the truth was that your orientation wasn’t good at all so you had to ask for indications once again. Finally, you found the door with a sign next to it that said “Forensic Lab”. You peeked in and saw a blond guy sat down in front of a table, focused on some papers, and another one next to the window, looking at some kind of tube. Before you could say anything, the blond one got up in a hurry.

“Caitlin texted me. She has the result. I’ll text you later” he said taking his coat. His British accent actually surprised you.

“Alright” the other guy said.

“Hi…” you said shyly as you walked into the laboratory.

Both of them looked at you at the same time, obviously not expecting anyone at the moment. You imagined the blond guy was Julian Albert, the expert, since you recognized the other one as Barry, the nice guy you met on your first day. It looked like he recognized you as well, since he smiled at you the moment he looked at you.

“Hi! What a surprise,” Barry said.

“Do you know her?” Julian asked confused.

“I met her the other day downstairs. What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked walking over you.

“Yes, actually I came to talk to you…Julian?” You said looking at the British.

“That’s too bad because I have to go. Sorry. But I’m sure Barry will be able to help you” he said walking pass you before you had the chance to say anything.

When he was gone you just stood there like an idiot, a bit confused by how he had stormed off all of sudden. Did you smell or something? When you heard a chuckle in the room, you turned to look at Barry to see him laughing silently.

“Something funny?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, sorry” he chuckled. “You just…look funny right now” he shrugged.

“Well, thank you” you said crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you” he apologized and put the tube on the table. “Can I help you?” He asked.

“I…don’t think so” you frowned. “I came here because I’m writing an article about metahumans for a class so I wanted to talk to the expert but he’s gone faster than The Flash” you told Barry.

“Believe me, The Flash is way faster than that” he smiled as he walked over you. “What are you studying?” He asked.

“Journalism. Just started” you smiled proudly.

“Really? A friend of mine is a journalist for the CCPN” he told you. “Central City Picture News” he added when he saw your confusion. “You’re not from here, are you?” He asked.

“I’m from Star City, actually. I’m still trying to get used to the place” you shrugged.

“I see” he nodded. “Well, Julian is busy right now and I think he will be gone for a while. But maybe I can help you” he shrugged.

“Do you know anything about metahumans?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You would be surprised” he chuckled.

The answer was somewhat odd but you decided to let it go. This guy was one of the few people that had been nice to you since your arrival so you didn’t want to bother him with stupid questions.

“Well…ok” you nodded. “So can I ask you some questions?” You said awkwardly since you still wasn’t too sure about how this interviewing thing worked.

“Barry!” A big man came into the room wearing a black coat with a white shirt underneath. “We have to go. Cisco called me. It’s important” he said.

“Eh…Joe, this is (Y/N)” he said stopping this Joe for talking, like he could say anything wrong.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you had company. I’m Joe West, detective” he smiled kindly as he shook your head.

“Nice to meet you” you smiled at him and looked at Barry. “Raincheck?” You asked.

“Absolutely” he said taking a piece of paper and writing something down. “Call me tonight and we can meet up, alright?” he said handing the paper over.

“Sure. Thank you” you smiled at him.

“No problem” he smiled back. “See you”

None of them gave you time to say anything else before they left. Well, it looked everyone in this place was in a hurry except you. With a sigh, you put the paper in your back pocket and you looked around but since you had nothing else to do there you decided to leave the place before someone saw you. You didn’t even know if you were supposed to be there unaccompanied.

You had to do a couple things for college and you were starving so you went straight to the apartment to get it done. The afternoon was over before you even realized but you managed to get everything done in time. Still, you had some laundry to do so you took your basket and went to the laundry room of the building. Before putting the jeans in the machine, you checked the pockets and it was there when you came across the piece of paper Barry gave you.

“Damn!” you exclaimed.

Quickly, you put your laundry in the machine and took out your phone. It was almost 1 a.m. but maybe you were lucky and Barry was still awake. First, you saved his number into your phone and then, hesitantly, you dialed it and waited, biting your lip as you felt some tickling in your stomach.

“Hello?” His voice said on the other side of the phone.

“Hi Barry. It’s me, (Y/N)” you said.

“Oh, hi! I was starting to think that you had found another metahuman expert to talk to” he said making you laugh a little.

“I would never do that to you” you smiled. “Sorry it took me so long, I’ve been busy” you sighed.

“No worries. I’ve been busy too so I guess you called just in time” he said.

“I’m glad then. So…when are you available?” You asked biting your lip. Why did you felt so nervous doing this?

“Are you free tomorrow? Maybe we can have some coffee around 10 in the morning?” He suggested. Luckily for you, you didn’t have your first class until noon the next day so 10 should be fine.

“Sure! That would be great” you agreed.

“Perfect. Do you know where Jitters is?” He asked.

“Of course” you smiled. “So…see you there at 10 then” you said.

“Sure. See you tomorrow. Goodnight” he replied.

“Goodnight Barry” you said and slowly hung up, ignoring all those sensations going up and down your body just by the sound of his voice. Definitely, you needed to calm down.

A Magical Christmas; Peter Parker x reader

Okay this was my first Peter Parker oneshot that I had thought back several months ago and yeah it’s another Christmas theme. Now this is Tom Holland’s spiderman and I’m sorry if you’d wanted this to be Garfield’s or Maguire’s spiderman. Anyways this is now a romantic oneshot so now child comforts for now except mentioned because well………….spoilers! I’ll just let you read on okay :) Again I do not OWN the Marvel characters, they belong to their respected owners and any other references belong to their respected owners/companies. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by v-writings


“But I thought you said you’d be able to take a day off” I said through the phone.

‘I know but you know my new job’. I chuckled softly then continued solemnly.

“I just can’t believe I’ll be spending Christmas without you”.

‘I know sweetie, I hate it to, if I could I would reverse time and make Wong give me the day off’.

“I know you would, but he’d probably bust you even more and force you to work for all holidays”.

‘Probably. I’ve got to go now sweetheart. I love you, you know that right sweetheart?’

“I do god-papa. Bye”

Bye’. I hung up the phone and leaned up against my locker sighing sadly.  I can’t believe that my Godfather has to work on Christmas keeping the world safe. Christmas should be a time celebrating with family and friends, considering that God-papa Stephen is all I have of a family.

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Breakfast in Bed - Ten (M)

A/N: Hola friends. No I’m not back with Smooth pt 6…. love me but here’s some Ten for ya (even though Admin Finn wrote you some Ten smut already ㄱ_ㄱ jk ily Admin Finn c:) Anyways… not my best, I know, but I gotta warm up my smut writing bc tbh it’s been a while, and I want pt 6 to actually be really good bc I love ya’ll (especially all my fellow Johnny stans ^-^) Ok I’m sorry for wasting your time you can read now heh.

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by chanceyeoi

Pairing: Ten x Reader


Word Count: 1,150

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I just got an extremely vivid image of Guzma and Golisopod doing squats to very upbeat pop music.

Please picture this:

Plumeria stumbles across the two of them exercising in the grass across from Hala’s house in Iki Town. Guzma is correcting Golisopod’s form with squats. He calls him Lil’ G and is very adamant about his keeping legs a certain distance apart with shoulders straight and arms out. Golisopod struggles with this for a while (his carapace isn’t exactly light, you know), but after watching his trainer demonstrate, he’s able to mimic him as best he can.

This results in Plumeria simply watching the two of them in silence, equal parts puzzled and intrigued (because she really has to admit: Guzma has this down pat and he looks very good while doing it). They switch to other exercises after certain numbers of reps, all in between swatches of catchy lighthearted music playing from Guzma’s phone, and before long, Plumeria seriously starts to think about joining them.

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My friend spoke to Jamie Parker on the phone Pt II

So apparently my friend was speechless for like the first few minutes and Jamie just kept going ‘Hello? Hello?’

And then she finally managed to stumble out who she was and he was like 'Oh I actually forgot my email for my account for this so I made a new one… Not good for my profession, forgetting things. Bloody actors! Always thinking they’re the best people around, eh?’ And went on poking fun at himself

And she just went: 'ohmygoditsreallyyou’ and Jamie went quiet and then was like 'Have we met? Have we worked together? Do I know you?’ And she just went 'No, I’ve never met you. I just like your work. Good day Mr. Parker. Goodbye.’ And hung up on him as he was saying bye 😂

Can You Hear Me?

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @geeksandfreaks6713. “If you have time… could you possibly do an imagine with either Frank or Gee (you pick) where the reader is mute??? Thx!”

A/N: Trigger warning for ableism.

You were browsing around the small guitar shop, eyeing the different instruments, when you realized you needed to use the restroom. Your eyes flicked around the shop, looking for a sign that would point you in the direction of the bathroom. You weren’t even sure if they had one here. You realized, with a frown, that you were going to have to communicate to one of the employees that you needed directions.

This was a problem, because your disability had left you unable to speak since birth. You had, of course, learned sign language in order to communicate. But, you couldn’t be certain that anyone who worked here was fluent in ASL. You really shouldn’t have tried to come here by yourself, without your interpreter. But, she was busy today, and you hated that you had to sit at home like a child when she wasn’t available. You’d thought that since you were just looking, and didn’t actually plan on buying anything today, that you would be fine. Just browse around quietly and leave. No harm done. No communication necessary. Damn your bladder for fucking it all up.

You decided there was no harm in trying to sign. Maybe you would get lucky, and one of the sales associates would understand you. If that didn’t work, you were pretty sure there was a public restroom somewhere else in the mall (if you could make it that far).

Hello, you signed at the nearest employee. Can you help me?

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Originally posted by lowmans

Anon: Can you write another happy imagine where hap asked to marry you in his pov and he so nervous but you get kidnapped by the Chinese after Tara’s death 

A/N: Sorry it took so long ._. I really hope, I pictured it alright, since I haven’t caught up to the series until then. 

Warnings: Swearing (come on..), violence, death

Today, everything was different for the Tacoma killer. Sure, he had this idea for quite some time now but it kept slowly growing in the dark. There wasn’t even a specific moment where he made the decision to finally ask you. It more or less developed in a natural way, he didn’t even know existed.
He heard you entering the house in your typical manner. Soon you would gaze upstairs and announce your arrival in your sweet voice.
“Hap, I’m home!“ It made him smile every day.
He prepared himself for going downstairs. Today was the day he would ask you to become his old lady and it made him incredibly nervous. The boys helped him a lot, though Gemma was the one with the good ideas. You would make a trip to the beach, where he rented a boat just for you two. He would ask you when the sun goes down and would give you that expensive ring, which was lying heavy in his pocket.
He took a deep breath and went down. You were pacing through the kitchen, sorting the groceries you just bought. “Hey baby girl!“, he greeted you with a lightly cracking voice but he quickly cleared his throat. You jumped into his arms and he nuzzled your hair.
As you separated again, you would soon ask the other question and he was honestly scared you would find out about his plans.
“How was your day?“, you did as he predicted and returned to your sorting.
He began fumbling with his palms. Damn, when was the last time his hands were sweaty? Back in middle school probably… “Hap?“ You looked up at him with lifted brows. “What’s wrong?“
“Eh…nothing“, he answered and tried to focus. “Just club business. Yours?“
In the meantime you finished putting away the groceries and grabbed a yoghurt. “You can always talk to me about it, you know that?“
Giving you a peck on the head, he went into the living room to grab his keys. “Nah, it’s nothing really. Just the boys making a fuss out of nowhere.“
“Okay. If you need some distraction, tell me.“ Your voice was flirty and Happy leaned back to see your shy smirk. He couldn’t but smile, you were the best thing that ever happened to him.
“My day was really boring, by the way“, you added and swallowed the last spoon.
“Do you want to spice it up?“, he asked and suddenly forgot his nervousness. Giggling, you denied. “I’m on shift now. Gemma needs help in the office, actually, I gotta leave right away.“ So her plan worked out, you weren’t suspecting anything.
He went towards you and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Bye babe. Better not make her wait.“
You laughed again and went out.

He was completely frantic, as him and Tig were driving to the clubhouse. Usually he was one of the best drivers of the mc, he would have never thought that a day might come where he would nearly crash against his brother. Tig shook his head.
When they entered the driveway, he immediately felt a lump in his stomach. Gemma was standing outside, arms crossed and looking towards the street. He must have known it, something has happened.
The men parked their bikes and Happy nearly ran towards her. “Where’s y/n?“
The woman sighed and twisted her mouth. “I sent her to get something about an hour ago.“
Happy shifted his weight. What if something really bad happened? Or, what if she found out and left? “She suspecting something?“
Gemma looked at him in pure disbelieve, making him examine the concrete. “You think I’m bad at this?“ Her voice was harsh and aggressive. She was super touchy since Tara got killed and Hap didn’t want to taste her wrath.
Catching his phone out of his pockets, Gemma’s ringed and she quickly answered. “Jax.“
Happy couldn’t hear anything but her expression told him enough, she froze and averted her gaze. Some shit must be going on. Still, he checked the display but there was nothing, not even a short text from you.
Gemma strolled away and he decided to call you. It was dialing, a little too long for his taste. Then finally it clicked and the voice… wasn’t yours. “You took some time, boy.“

He needed all his self control to not mash his phone in his bare hand.
Gemma and some of the sons came running, but he didn’t really notice. All he saw was red.
“Jax said, the Chinese wanted to talk about…“, Gemma started, but Happy cut her off by pacing to his bike.
“What’s going on?“, Tig asked and went past him.
Happy looked at his friend and clenched his jaw. “Y/n“, was all he could say and Tig luckily understood. “Get on your bikes, SOMETHING’S GONNA BURN“, he shouted, but Hap didn’t see his brothers mounting.
These guys were really thinking they could mess with him, the Tacoma killer? On the fucking day he wanted to propose to you. They ruined that day?
He was driving fast and it took the others a while to catch up to him. They must have simply followed him, though by now they must have noticed where he was heading. The Chinese.
Damn, they would pay for it. They should be praying, that you were unharmed. If something happened to you, he would make them suffer as long as possible.
Jax joined them, when they were really close. He just nodded towards Hap, making clear that he stood behind him. But truth was, he wanted to do it himself, he just didn’t have the opportunity to tell them, but he wanted to kill every single one of them for doing this.
They arrived and all of them shot the few guards. Jax and Chips went ahead, but Happy stopped them. “That’s my job“, he declared and blocked their way.
His president nodded. “You will not do that by yourself, Hap. This was meant for the club, for me.“
Happy was close to losing his shit. “But it’s y/n!“ He gritted his teeth, he didn’t want to waste your precious life on such a stupid argument.
“We cover for you“, Jax gave in, looking down and they went inside.
Happy shot every one that came into sight, his brothers following him. They strove through the building and soon, he saw you. You were sitting on a chair, arms and legs tied up and duct tape on your mouth.
The moment he saw the guy next to you, he decided to deal with him barehanded. It only took him three strokes and he was lying on the floor, covered in blood. Happy cracked his sore knuckles and turned around to you, who just got rid of the tape due to Chips.
“Baby girl“, he whispered while pulling you into a tight hug. You cried against his shoulder. “Hap.“ “Did they hurt ya?“, he asked and you shook your head.
The sons were cleaning up the area in the background, making sure to give you some space.
“I was so scared“, he admitted with a low voice and you both seemed surprised that it was him, who said that.
Separating from his embrace, you smiled up at him. “I knew you would come.“
As he looked into your slightly red eyes that were showing nothing but love, he felt like the luckiest man alive. He didn’t deserve someone like you to trust him like that.
He took all his courage and bent down on one knee, getting the ring out of his pocket. You gasped and covered your mouth with one hand. “You marry me?“, he curtly asked and new tears were flowing down your cheeks, as you nodded.
He put the ring on your finger and met you with a hungry kiss. The other men were cheering loudly, when they saw it.

Stress Relief (or not)

Summary: Pastel!Dan just wants to relax by himself after a hard day at school. After not seeing him all day, Punk!Phil wants to join. Baking and flirting ensue.

Word count: 1614

Other pastelxpunk:  x x x x 

Dan lets out a frustrated groan as he collects some books from his school locker. He’s been sat in lessons, that he has no interest in, all day and had spent his break and most of lunch studying for upcoming exams. It’s been pretty much nonstop. He hasn’t even seen Phil today, maybe Phil isn’t even in. It wouldn’t surprise him.

He finishes putting the majority of the contents of his locker in his bag before slamming the door shut. The loud noise raises a few heads of the people who are slumping by, but when was that anything new? When you are a pastel colours wearing guy who is dating Phil Lester you are bound to raise a few heads by just existing.

He joins the gaggle of people with poor posture (yes that is a quote from a vid this is how I entertain myself I’m sorry). After a tiresome day he just wants to get home to relax. Maybe do some baking or yoga as a form of stress relief. Just as he finds himself hoping that Phil wasn’t still in school - as frankly, he just needs some alone time - he hears his name being called by that exact person.

“Hey, Dan!” Phil shouts across from where he was stood by their usual ‘meeting tree’. The dark attired teenager waves in his direction and ads “come over here”.

Dan gives a little unnoticeable huff, but makes his way over to his boyfriend. Sure, he could’ve just brushed Phil’s request off and walked home. But despite his harsh persona, Phil’s emotions towards Dan are almost delicate. And Dan doesn’t want to deal with that.

Because of the heaviness of his backpack his feet drag slightly which makes him to scuff the side of his mint green doc martens. Pity, they are his favourite shoes. He stops and looks down to assess how easy they’d be to fix.

Before he can even look up he has Phil’s hands on his shoulders and a question thrown at him; “are you okay?”

Phil’s constant worrying if Dan was hurt annoys him sometimes. He replies with a simple, “I’m fine. I just scuffed my shoe”.

Phil takes Dan’s back pack and slings it over his own shoulders, taking Dan’s hand in his own. This is something that usually makes Dan happy. He was usually excited at the prospect of spending the afternoon with Phil and secretly basked in all of the attention that he got from people who were staring at them as they left the school grounds. But not today.

Today Dan wants to de-stress in his own time, with his own methods. He knows that if his boyfriend was there then he would want Dan to be happy immediately, even if it meant threatening to punch the teacher - who had caused all of this stress - in the face.

“Phil I just want to go home and be alone today. You understand right?”

Dan looks up at the older boy who has an expression of someone who had just been told that their pet had died. Not something that appeared often on the punks face. “But why” he asks.

Dan sighs, he was hoping that he wouldn’t have to explain, but Phil would only blame himself if he didn’t. “Just exam stress, you know. I just want to go home and sit in the quiet. Maybe bake some cupcakes. I’ll bring you one tomorrow if I do”.

“Dan, you know half of the teachers are scared of me you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do, Phil!” Dan shouts over him, getting annoyed now. “Believe it or not I actually want to pass! So I’m going to do the work but I also need time ALONE!”

“O-okay” Phil mumbles, shocked from the outburst of his usually quiet little pastel clothed boyfriend.

Dan takes a deep breath to calm down before hugging Phil’s waist quickly and saying “bye”. He walks off, out of the school gates.


Dan is halfway home when he hears Phil’s voice “hey Dan you forgot your bag!” Dan turns around to see Phil walking perfectly normally behind him. No evidence of him running. He knows that Phil is fitter than him but he isn’t capable of running after somebody without getting a little out of breath.

"Phil. Have you been following me home?” Dan questions, eyebrows raised.

“Um, no I just wanted to give you this”, Phil hands the bag to Dan. Then stands there for a few seconds before saying what had been going through his mind; "I know you said you wanted to be alone right now but I can be quiet, you won’t even notice that I’m there. I just want to be with you and I haven’t seen you all day”.

“Fine. If you aren’t going to let me go, then come on. But I won’t hesitate to kick you out if you annoy me”.

Dan dramatically throws his bag back at Phil before continuing to walk home. The older boy puts the bag over his shoulders and clambers after him.


“I’ve never made cupcakes before” Phil confesses as he leans awkwardly on the worktop of Dan’s kitchen, the latter is almost furiously opening different cupboards to get ingredients out after pre-heating the oven.

“What a surprise, Phil. You really look like the kind of person who spends their free time baking” Dan remarks sarcastically, as he stands up on his tip-toes to get the eggs out of a high cupboard. The view of Dan’s little chubby tummy is much appreciated by Phil as his top rises up.

Phil gasps as he sees what Dan has retrieved from the cupboard. “I can’t believe that you are an eggs-in-the-cupboard kind of person. I would never have thought that of you, Dan. I don’t know if we can be together anymore”.

“You know where the bloody door is” Dan replies, although he is secretly amused at his complaint. If only everybody could see the so called ‘guy who should not be messed with’ now.

“Wow, you’re so moody today. It’s not your time of the month, is it?”

Dan glares at Phil, “do you want this in your face?” he threatens, gesturing to the egg in his hand.

“No but I know something else that I would like in my face” Phil says as he moves closer and grabs Dan’s butt. Dan pretends to move into Phil’s touch but then ends up kicking him, making him move away with an ‘oww’.

“I’m teaching you how to make cupcakes, a very important life skill. Now focus!” Dan measures out the caster sugar and margarine and puts them both in a large bowl. He then gets a wooden spoon from a draw and hands them both to Phil. “first you have to cream the butter and sugar”.

“Excuse me, you want me to what?”

“Cream it”

“You want me to-”

“Oh for goodness sake, mix it around”

“Whatever you say” Phil smirks. He finds a riled up Dan very attractive.

Phil tries his best to mix the ingredients together, but it’s not up to Dan’s standards, so the latter snatches the bowl off of him and does it himself. After a little debate in his mind, he cautiously hands an egg over, “now crack this in the bowl. In the bowl, Phil”.

Phil follows Dan’s orders, and does so with the next egg. When he sees Dan sigh and dramatically wipe his brow he is offended and says “hey, what were you worried about? I have excellent aim”.

Dan then mixes the eggs in, explaining what he is doing to Phil, who nods in interest. He puts the bowl on the worktop so he can get the sieve and the flour that he had weighed out. “This is a sieve, you put the flour through it to get rid of lumps and add air”

“Can I sieve it then?” Phil asks.

“urm-” Dan mumbles but complies, handing Phil the sieve and pouring the flour into it as soon as it’s over the bowl. Phil is quite enthusiastic which leads to a fair amount of the flour not making it to the bowl. “Phil! You’ve gotten it all over my top!” Dan whines.

“I guess you’ll just have to take it off then”

Dan frowns. “That was your plan all along wasn’t it? Follow me home, sabotage the baking and ruin my clothes so I have to take them off”

“You make me sound like a stranger, not your boyfriend”

“Whatever, this-” he gestures to his t-shirt “is staying on, for the rest of the baking”

“Jesus, how long will this go on?!” Phil complains. As it turns out; Phil is not much of a baking in their free time person.

Once all of the flour in the mixture is combined, Dan shows his vast cupcake case collection to Phil. Most are pastel colours and floral patterns. Of course, Phil spots the only dark coloured ones (that Dan had used for Halloween one year) and picks them out. They line the bun-tin with six cases each. Dan chose mint green cases.

After dividing the mixture equally Dan says “now they go in the oven for 20 minutes”.


“That was exhausting” Phil states, collapsing onto the sofa in Dan’s living room.

“Not up for some yoga now then?” Dan asks and then copies him, but collapses on top of Phil instead of the sofa. Phil wraps his arms around Dan’s tummy and nuzzles his face into the back of his neck, his dyed blue fringe tickling the skin.

“No” Phil replies worriedly.

“I was joking, maybe next time”


A/N: damn I’m so tired. I start back at school tomorrow and Idk how I’m gonna get through these 18 exams of subjects that I have no interest in. I’ll probably not post much in these next couple months (or maybe I’ll post more cos procrastination).
   I’ve been reading a lot lately, and with reading comes comparison and self doubt, but hey at least I’m writing something. Hopefully more neko!Dan next.

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Proof That Dipper Pines Has a Girlfriend

Guess who finally got around to writing that fic mxxymx suggested?

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After hearing that Dipper’s classmates don’t believe that he actually has a girlfriend back in Gravity Falls, Pacifica decides to prove her existence to them all.

Dipper had gotten used to bullies and people teasing him as he grew up, since it had been happening for literally as long as he could remember.  He’d always been the strange, sweaty, paranoid kid who was a social pariah to the general population.  Just because he was used to it, though, didn’t mean that his twin sister was going to just sit back and allow it to happen.  Not without a fight, that is.  No matter how many times Dipper asked her to leave it alone, Mabel was always ready to charge in and defend his honor if need be.  It just so happened that this was one of those such events.

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-he likes Mickey Mouse so much because his little sister always watched it so eventually it grew on him
-he likes to irritate her SO MUCH
-“no dating until you’re thirty do you hear me”
-he’s actually a little jealous of Darry because he’s a such a great big brother; two feels like he’s a bad example
-picking her up/dropping her off from school when their mom can’t
-embarrassing her as she gets dropped off picked up (ex: shouting out the window of the car “BYE!!! I LOVE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!!!!!!!!” and when he picking her up he repeatedly honks the horn and shouts “OVER HERE!!!!!! HOW WAS YOUR DAY?????”)
-since their mother often works late shifts, two tries to make a meal but he cannot cook so they go to the Curtis’ or as two calls “cafe de Curtis” to get a giggle out of her
-a lot of two’s sense of humor rubs off on his lil sis, so she’s also quite the comedian
-two bit gets really upset when he can’t fulfill the role of ‘the man of the house’. It often leaves him wondering why his dad had to leave them
-it actually really hurts two when he can’t do things for his sister; help her with homework, cook meals, buy her things etc.
-his lil sis takes dance classes and has discovered, after practicing her routines with her, he isn’t too shabby at dancing

So! Quick notice that I might move back to semi-regular posting, since I feel my current “I’ll do it whenever” method turns into “I’ll do it never.” I made a few touch-ups to the battle system, because really, I’m still trying to figure out how to approach that aspect of the game. 

So there’s that! You might also noticed that the protagonist’s portrait is a bit different - I changed the design a little, but it’s basically just a color swap:

 I felt like the original color scheme was too light and needed more contrast, so here’s that change. I might also get a multiple parallax script or something going because I am not too happy with that background :\

Anyways, I’ll keep you guys posted! 

Peter Pan+Felix Imagine/Who’s it gonna be?

“Can you please do an imagine where you are a supernatural and you went to never land because you got bullied for being different and then Felix and pan have feelings for you and then Felix just randomly kisses you and you are in shock but then ends up with smut??? Thx LY”

Omg love you too doll! and Of course I can(:  Warnings: Smut, bullying, depression

Your alarm woke you up. You look at the clock , 6:30am.

“Ughhhhhh” you groan, school was one of your least favorite things to do.

You hit the dismiss button on your phone, got out of your bed and brushed your teeth.

After you brushed your teeth you went to pick out an outfit, after a good waste of 15 minutes you decided black leggings, boots, and a flannel was your best option.

Just as you start to do your make up your mom walks in.

“Hunny, I have to be at work early today so you’re going to have to walk to school.”

Your head snap backs at her so fast, “WALK?” it’s like almost 3 miles, and I’ll totally miss my first period!”

“Well I’m sorry hunny but I must get to work now, I think I’m getting a promotion!” she says as she walks out of your room.

You roll your eyes, “Great well I have to skip out on the makeup if I want to make it by 2nd period.”

You walk out of your room and walk out of the house, luckily it was perfect outside, not too sunny and not too cold, just right, with that you plugged up and started listening to your favorite songs.


At school you get to your 2nd period, P.E. You roll your eyes once again, you hated getting sweaty, it was terrible.

You went into the girls locker room, this was where it began.

“Haha freak.”

“What is she doing here?”

“Thought the animal protection would’ve came and captured her by now!”

You hear as you walk to your locker, you see, you were, different. You had special powers, that nobody understood, and for that, you were considered different, and people treated you terrible.

You started to undress yourself, trying to be not noticeable, trying to not look anyone in the eye, trying to mind your own business. Just as you got fully dressed and were about to put on your P.E shoes , one of the girls who would constantly talk down on you, took them.

“Hey! Give them back!” you yelled at her, she gave you the death stare. 

“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“Just give me my shoes back.” you said in a less confident way.

“Or what? You’ll cast some evil spell on me?” all of her friends started to laugh, making you feel so little.

“Why don’t you just leave? Nobody wants you here anyway.” an other girl says.

You start to feel tears , so you just look down.

“What a baby.” She throws your shoes at you. “There!”  It hits your face “Ouch!” everyone laughs at you, you run outside of the girls locker room, without your shoes, and run to the girls bathroom and cry your eyes out. You don’t attend P.E that day.


Lunch time and you were starving. You packed your own lunch like always, and eat alone in the library, you start to read one of your favorite books “Peter Pan.”  It was just amazing story, you liked to imagine that somewhere you could actually be happy, think happy thoughts, go to Neverland, be with Peter, and never ever, grow up.

“Psh, like that will ever happen.” you roll your eyes, but continue to read.

Just then someone *SNATCHED* your book from your hand.

“Oh no.” you say knowing it was one of the girls.

“Really? Peter Pan? Can you be anymore pathetic?”

“Give it back.” you say with tears in your eyes.

“You seriously cry for everything don’t you?” she says.

“Give. It. Back.” with your eyes turning red.

“Whoa look at her eyes!” some guy yelled, all eyes on you now.

“Oh please, you don’t scare me, and here I’ll prove it.” she rips a page from the book.

“Stop!” you push her and grab the book from her.

“You bitch!” she slaps your face, and with that, you loose it.

You hold out your hands, and with all your might you push her, but you push the whole side of the library that she is on, the library windows broke, shattering glass everywhere, books, tables, and chairs,were also flying everywhere.

People where crying, hurt and in pain, you, you were scared for your life,so you ran, you ran for your life.

You ran out of school, you needed some place to go, you couldn’t go back home, so with that, you ran until you couldn’t anymore.


You get to a hiking trail, that was very popular, but luckily for you, it was a Monday, and nobody ever goes on Mondays. You get to the edge of the cliff, and you cry, you cry for what feels like hours. Will this feeling ever go away? Will you ever be excepted?


Going back home, you’re exhausted, surprised that your mom isn’t back home yet, you walk into the house with a note left on the table. 

“Sorry I couldn’t cook dinner for you, going out with a couple friends, there should be left overs in the fridge love ya!” - Mom.

Well that’s just great. You walk to your room, and slip into your pajamas. You watch some tv until you are ready to sleep, you turn off your light and turn on your night light, leave the tv on for you to drown out your thoughts, and start to fall asleep.

*Tap Tap* on your window. 

“What the?” You say. You then lay your head on your pillow, trying ignore what just happen.

*Tap Tap*

Your head shot up. “Okay that was definitely real.”

You got out of your bed, grabbing your old baseball bat for comfort, you walk to your window and you open the curtains, it’s a boy!

You scream and drop the bat. You run to your bed and hide under the covers!

*Knock Knock*  a little louder this time.

“This is it, this is how I die.”

The boy knocks a little louder, you wait almost a minute and look to see if the boy is still there, he is.

“Dammit.” you say.

“Might as well die now, he isn’t going to leave.”

You walk to the window and open it.

“Well it’s about bloody time.” he walks in your room as if it’s his own, sitting on your bed, looking and picking up stuff.

“Uh who are you?” 

“Oh did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter, Peter pan.”


After that day you have been on Neverland ever since, you’ve gotten the hang of everything, you know the rules and pretty much everyone here, you loved Neverland, and you wouldn’t trade if for the world.

You wake up to the smell of the soil of Neverland, smiling and stretching out your arms, you get ready for the day, braiding your hair, putting on your clothes, ect.

You walk out to the two boys in your life, Felix and Peter, they were both crazy for you, and you honestly felt the same way about both, it was simply an amazing feeling to have two boys after you, and you already told them that you simply couldn’t choose, ever since that day, they decided to fight for you, but not with swords, with pick up lines.

“Hey love.” Peter says.

“Hi Peter how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

You simply blush.

“Y/n!” I got some flowers for you love!” Felix says.

“Oh my goodness they’re beautiful!.” you say.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Kiss ass.” as he pushed Felix out of your vision.

“I was thinking I can teach you how to hunt today, we need some more meat.” he winks at you

“No Y/n is on kitchen duty so it looks like you’re going to have to take someone else.” Felix says

“Actually boys, I’m not doing anything today, I have to take care of the younger lost boys today, so see you at dinner, bye!”

You loved seeing them upset, it was the cutest thing, their nose would scrunch up, faces would turn red, it was adorable.


That night you decided not to have dinner with everyone, you really needed your beauty sleep, Peter actually had you working along beside him and it was very tiring, and even though today was technically your day off, you still had to deal with little lost boys.

With that you go off and take a nice hot shower, you scrub yourself and he soil of Neverland leaves your body and washes down the drain. You spend about in hour in there, just thinking, singing, and of course just relaxing, you loved times like this where you could just reflect on how far you have come.

You go to your room and start to get dressed, just as you were in your pajamas, you hear a knock on your door, so of course you open it, it was Felix.

“Hey Felix!” you smiled

“Hey Y/n , was I interrupting anything?”

“No actually just was about to go to bed, why?”


“Yeah uh, why do you ask?” you asked a little confused.

“Because.” he says blankly but nervous.

“Because what? You asked

“Because this.”

And before you could ask another question he than kisses your lips, you were shocked for a bit, but you then begin to kiss him back, running your fingers through his dirty blond hair.

He picks you up and takes you to your bed, he then lays you down on your bed, and starts to kiss your neck.

Getting little moans out of you, you start to get more into it by grabbing and pulling his hair.

He then lifts up your top and starts to kiss your breast, roughly and very sexually, you feel his package growing.

“Felix…” as you start to become wet down there.

He then takes off his shirt, exposing his slim but fit body, you run your fingers down his abs, and he starts to take off your bra. Exposing both of your upper parts area, you are both wanting each other more than ever now.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” you moan into his ear.. “I want you now.”

He then quickly takes off his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed, you look at his aroused partner and quickly blush, he was packed.

You then take off your pants and underwear, ready for him.

He placed himself at your core, then slowly pushing himself in, making you both moan.

“FELIX” you moan his name as a little louder.

“Ugh Y/n you’re so tight.” Felix says

He starts to push himself in and out of you, at first slowly, the going faster and faster.

You pulled him down to kiss you, he kisses you back, his lips were soft. You loved his lips, even though they had only met yours a couple minutes ago. He slowly pushed his tongue in your mouth, play fighting with your tongue, he won, of course.

You closed your eyes feeling yourself cumming . He then lay his head on yours ready to cum as well, he was moving his hips very messy now and could hardly keep a rhythm. He continued moving his hips till he groaned moaning your name out loudly and pulled out as he cum.

After he came, we sat their silence.

“Felix what the hell did we just do?”