current wheel

Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.3

Warning: violence, swearing

Word count: 2134

A/N: Hey look it’s Pan yay. Smut next time, maybe. I’ve written smut before but not so sure how detailed I’ll get still not so used to it. But eh maybe I’ll get into it who knows.


“Just up ahead, do you see it?” The little glowing lady that was currently perched upon the wheel asked as she pointed straight ahead. “Yes I do.” I said holding the wheel steady. After a moment of silent sailing the ship met with the soft sand of the beach that was ahead. “Welcome to Neverland.” Tinker bell said looking back up at me. “I can tell you’re new around here, mostly cause you said you wanted to go home and that’s not an option everyone knows that. So let me just tell you that this island is lost boy territory and lost boys aren’t to fond of pirates.” She said flittering up to eye level. “Yeah well from what I’ve heard back in pirate town neither group like each other, but I’m not a pirate, even if I do look like one.” I said biting my lip and looking down at my attire. “Alright well, at least lose the hat.” She said tapping her chin. I took it off and let it fall from my hand to the ship deck with a thud. “Now we gatta get rid of the other pirates.” She said gesturing to my sword.

With a sigh I pulled it from is holster and slowly turned to see the look out was still fast asleep. I crept quietly behind him and placed the sword at the base of his neck. Oh shit, I can’t do this I’ve never killed anyone before. How can I start now I mean sure this might all just be imaginary but it damn sure feels like reality. I hesitate running this all through my mind weighing the pros and cons. Fuck it. I think but as soon as I do sleepy head wakes and quickly turns around pulling out his own sword. “Shit!” I shout as he lunged forward, I try to dodge the blow but his sword gets my side and I feel blood trickling down my side. I look down quickly before looking back up just in time to deflect his sword from hitting me in the chest. With the amount of blood I’m losing and all the strength I’m putting into pushing his sword away with mine, my vision becomes spotted and I begin to feel light headed. Just as I feel I’m about to pass out Tinker bell darts in front of the pirates face blowing a gold dust in his face causing him to collapse on the deck. I let my weak body fall as well and catch my breath.

“Well that didn’t go to well. Was that your first fight or something?!” She shouts in her tiny high pitched voice. I roll my eyes at her and examine the gash in my side. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath and dig through my bag finding a flask of rum and my tank top. I put the top in my mouth to bite down on and pour the rum on the cut. It’s not the best way to clean a wound but it’s all I got, no matter how bad it burns it works. I then remove the top from my mouth and put it under my corset so that it covers the wound. “What was that, the gold stuff?” I ask shakily standing to my feet. “Fairy dust.” She answers crossing her arms over her chest. “Right. Of course it was.” I sarcastically reply shaking my head. “It won’t keep him asleep forever, I helped, now you finish.” She said and I glanced at my sword. With a huff I placed the tip of my blade over his heart and felt the blade sink in easily. “Now was that so bad? Ok before we go kill the rest of those bastards coat your sword in this.” She says handing over a small bottle filled with a dark liquid. “What is it?” I asked popping off the top. “There’s a plant, very deadly, called dreamshade. I managed to make it into a liquid so that the lost boys could cover their weapons in it and get quicker kills.” She said and I raised my eyebrows nodding. “Alright.” I said carefully pouring it all over the blade. “Let’s go kill some pirates.” I said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me.

“So I have a question, you seem to be pretty cool with these, lost boys. And you found me, a girl, dressed as a pirate, driving a pirate ship, why did you decide to help me? Ya know cause pirates hate lost boys and vise-versa.” I say waking away branch leaves as I walked through the thick forest wilderness. “Cause no pirate would one, allow a female to steer the ship or two, come anywhere near Neverland. Ah here’s my stop. Good luck to you my dear.” She said with a nod of her head and quickly flew off. “Wait! I still need your guidance!” I shouted after her but it was no use. “Well shit.” I said as I looked around and noticed I had no idea where the hell I was going. But I also noticed the sun had begun to rise making me feel a little better, I probably wouldn’t last an hour in this forest alone if it was dark.

I began to walk again when I heard a few tiny foot steps approaching. I crouched behind a bush and put my hand on my sword handle. I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing trying to see if I could tell which direction the steps were coming from. At first I heard nothing but then again, to my left, I heard something. There were two of whatever it was, I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I was out of their line of vision but I could see them perfectly. Two boys, maybe a year or two older than me, but still young. They were dressed as if they were playing combat rescue, wearing camouflage colors with leaves draped around them and mud smeared over their faces. Each of them held a weapon, a real weapon. One had a cross bow and the other a sword. “You’ve got to be kidding, these are the lost boys.” I mumble to myself and move to get closer but stay out of their vision. “Well fuck me.” I whisper as I watch them look around searching for, I’m guessing, me. “Sorry kids but I’m not losing this one.” I mean sure the pirates weren’t that hard to deal with, thanks to the dreamshade, but as ruthless as these kids look they don’t look like to much of a challenge.

“Now!” The boy in green shouted as he paced back and forth in front of the cage. “What am I to do with you?” He said stoping his pacing, placing both hands on the bars and leaning in close, he flashed a quick wicked smirk. I did nothing but harshly glare back at him with a cold hard expression. I had been on this island for a whole month running around trying to stay alive, a cost of that was injuring a few lost boys. I didn’t want to, a lot of them were much younger than me, like six or seven years younger. I had grown cold, heartless soon I didn’t care how old they were, I just needed to survive. So I stood, not saying a word and gave him a piercing cold glare. He just simply chuckled and pushed himself up right again, off of the bars. “You know appearing on my island and injuring not just a few but an army of my lost boys is not something you can just avoid, there are consequences!” He said beginning to pace again, he spoke as if he was giving a speech to everyone present, even though it was only directed at me. Surrounding him and the cage I occupied, was a swarm of young boys their ages varied but none older than the boy in green. And he couldn’t be more than 16. “Now that we have captured you, this cage is where you shall stay until I decide it’s time to kill you. Sleep tight.” He said and with the flick of his hand his ‘lost boys’ moved out and towards their camp that wasn’t to far from the cage. “Felix! You take night watch!” The boy ordered a taller, cloaked, boy with long dirty blond hair. The boy simply nodded and leaned against the cage as the rest continued on.

A few hours had passed when I decided I was bored and wanted out. I was stood leaning against the far right corner of the cage staring at the cloaked boy, Felix was his name, while chewing on my bottom lip. He seems like an easy target. I thought as I sauntered over to where he stood shoulders back and chest puffed out. “So Felix, that is your name right?” I asked my voice just over a whisper carful not to draw any attention from the camp. The sun was now long gone and the camp was lit by an enormous bonfire. I looked at Felix but he hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hmm, well Felix. The name’s Mariana,” I said, still nothing. “Come on I’m bored out of my mind, least you could do is have a conversation with your prisoner.” I said slipping my hand through the bars and rubbing his shoulder gently. He looked down at my hand and I noticed his chest rise and fall and a slightly quicker pace. He turned around slowly with his head low. “Come on Felix, can’t even look me in the eye?” I teased as I moved my hand to the hairs at the nape of his neck. He slowly lifted his head locking eyes with me. “There we go.” I whispered softly tangling my fingers into his hair. His breathing became more rapid and he let out a low moan, leaning his head against my touch. “Now all you have to do is open the cage and we can talk. Unless there’s something more fun you have in mind.” I said with a smirk as I leaned closer to the bars that separated us. “No!” He shouted and abruptly moved away from my touch “You hurt my friends, many of them are just barley holding on to life. You deserve nothing but to rot in there forever.” He spit at me and turned away back to his position and didn’t say another word for the rest of the night. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my corner, with a huff I plopped down criss-cross with my arms folded over my chest.

As morning came again so did the boy in green, he nodded at Felix as he approached, “Go get breakfast, then some rest.” He ordered, Felix nodded in response and walked toward camp. “Morning love” The leader, I figured, said turning his attention to me. I gave him a sickly sweet smile, “Morning.” I said and he smirked. “Ah and she speaks. Honestly love I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment forever.” I rolled me eyes and gave him an expressionless look. “Just tell me, who are you and how did you manage to run around my island for so long without getting caught?” He asked confusion clear in his voice. “Let’s just say you and your lost boys are a lot easier to handle than the pirates.” I said grinning at his fuming expression. He let out a long deep breath before speaking again, “Are you saying we’re not as challenging.” He asked irritated. “Believe me I’m just as surprised as you are, I’d think your boys would be better fighters than a bunch of drunk old slobs.” I said and he shook his head. Clearly offended by what I said about his soldiers, he walks back to camp leaving me alone. I puff out my cheeks and turn so I’m facing out away from the camp. I begin picking at the grass when I spot a patch of purple flowers. I eye them skeptically and reach out to pick one. “Lavender?” I speak to myself and inhale the sweet smell before blacking out.

A couple hours later I wake up still in the cage, the sun is still out and I don’t hear anything coming from the camp. The boys must be out playing. I look around and see the flower laying not to far from my face. That wasn’t a lavender. I move away from it before carefully picking it up. “I’m definitely getting out of here tonight” I think running all the possible out comes through my mind figuring out the perfect escape.

So apparently I’m seeing OneRepublic in July? Nice


Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean meets your parents for the first time.

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Requested by me~

A/N: Why am I writing non-requests? Because inspiration comes at the wrong time! I promise I didn’t forget. I’m working on them currently, but this rando idea got done first. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. We all need a little Dean fluff in our lives :)

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“Relax, Dean. It’s going to be fine”, you whisper soothingly in your boyfriends ear as he nervously grips the steering wheel.

Currently, you two were headed for your hometown where your mother and father still resided. They were hunters as well, until they retired a few years ago. They eventually decided to return to home sweet home the past year.

Your parents were ecstatic to hear you got a boyfriend and very excited to meet him. So, here we are.

Dean’s gorgeous eyes shift back and forth along the scenery, silently dreading when you pull up to a familiar house.

He parks the car on the street, hands shaking as he puts Baby in park. His gaze shifts from the house to you, his eyes full of panic. You offer him a soft smile as you rub his hand soothingly and place a soft kiss to his lips before you two head to the wooden door.

Your knuckles rap on the wood. The soft sound of rustling followed with your mom’s voice saying “Coming!” makes your heart swell with nostalgia.

Soon, your mother opens the door, grinning ear to ear when she sees you.

“Hey mom”, you smile, engulfing her in a hug, one she reciprocates eagerly.

She breaks the hug later, her eyes drawn to the tall stranger beside you. “You must be Dean. It’s so nice to meet you!”

Dean jumps in surprise as she wraps her arms around him. “Nice to meet you to Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s an honor.”

“Oh please. Call me Y/M/N”, she says kindly, gesturing you two into the house.

The delicious smell of food wafts through the living room, and you almost laugh when Dean’s eyes liven up.

You gently take the straps of his duffel in your hands. “I’ll take this to the room.”

Once you return from the bedroom, you notice Dean’s focused on the pictures on the mantle. He hears you approaching, and he turns to greet you.

“Is this you?” He asks, gesturing to the small girl in pigtails in the photo. You smile.

“The one and only.”

You both continue looking at the several photos, laughing and reminiscing in the sweet memories.

The last picture is one of you as a baby. You notice Dean’s eyes soften as he lightly grazes the glass with his thumb.

“If we had a baby girl, I hope she’d look like this”, he whispers, mostly to himself, but you hear it loud and clear.

Your mind blanks. You and Dean had never talked about getting married, let alone having a family together.

Your mother breaks your thoughts and the silence, telling you dinner was ready. Dean hesitantly places the picture down before following you, lacing his fingers in yours.

You two sit next to each other behind a cornucopia of food. “Gees Mom, you never did this for Dad and I”, you tease.

“We have special company Y/N”, she replies gesturing to your uncomfortable boyfriend.

The sound of the front door opening fills the room, the loud sound of boots accompanying it.

“I’m home!” your father’s rough voice brings a smile to your face. He soon enters the room, pressing a kiss to your mother’s cheek.

You stand up to hug your dad. “I missed you”, you say as you break apart.

“Me too, love bug”. However, his warm eyes leave yours and go to Dean.

Dean clumsily stands up, offering his right hand. “Mr. Y/L/N, it’s an honor”, his voice wavers slightly. Your father tightly grabs his hand and shakes it, and you notice Dean’s flinch at the constriction.

“By the way, who owns the beauty parked in the street?” Your father asks you two after releasing Dean.

“That would be mine, sir”, Dean says with a hint of pride.

Your dad’s eyes light up as they begin to discuss the different parts of the car. Your mother and you roll your eyes. Men and their cars.

About ten minutes in, you all are sitting down and enjoying the plentiful food. It’s a somewhat comfortable silence, but it’s broken. “So how long have you two been together?” Your dad asks.

“8 years now”, Dean answers, smiling softly at you. His hand finds yours, and his thumb lightly traces your knuckles.

“When are you two going to give us grandchildren?” Your mother pipes in, and you and Dean choke simultaneously.

Dinner ends a while later, the dishes done and the table clean. It was getting late, and you two were exhausted from the drive here. You tell your parents goodnight before changing and getting into the bed.

Dean follows suit, wrapping his arms around you. “See, it’s not that bad”, you tease, placing a kiss to the hollow of his throat as you snuggle into his chest. You swear you feel him stiffen before relaxing and drifting to sleep.

When morning comes, you’re no longer in Dean’s arms. You groggily rub your eyes before deciding to head to the kitchen for some coffee.

The sweet smell of pancakes fill the air, making you grin. Dean’s setting the table when you walk in. You gently wrap your arms from behind him and place your chin on his shoulder.

“G'morning babe”, you slur out, body still tired from sleep.

“Morning”, he answers, turning his head to peck your lips. With the sound of footsteps approaching, you reluctantly let go and help finish setting the table.

“Good morning”, you tell your parents, and they reciprocate your greeting. Your dad grins widely when he sees the food set out.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. You’re our guest!” Your mom protests lightly as she sits down.

“It was no problem, really”, Dean reassures. You all dig into Dean’s amazing breakfast, the fluffy pancakes practically melting on your tongue.

You offer to clean up since Dean cooked. As you dried the last dish, you felt strong arms pull you into a built chest.

“Do you want to go on a walk? It’s nice today”, he suggests, his breath warm on your neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on your skin. You agree after placing the last dish away.

You notify your parents about the walk, but you swear you see them stiff up, but you shake it off and lead out the door.

The warm summer air fills your lungs as you wander around your hometown. You point out old buildings and various spots you used to like.

You two decide to stop at your favorite park. Sitting on a bench, you watch the children happily playing on the playground.

“This is what makes our job worth it, you know”, Dean murmurs, his gaze not leaving the playground.

“They get to live happy lives, and they’ll hopefully never see what we do”, he continues. “I hated the job at first. Sammy and I never had a real home, and Dad was dead set on finding the bastard who killed Mom.”

You listen intently, comfortingly rubbing his hand as he talks. “And then I met you.”

Your eyes trail up to his soft gaze. “Staying in shitty motels, eating greasy food, hunting monsters all day; it’s worth it, if I’m with you.”

Through glassy eyes, you see Dean kneel on the ground on one knee, and the air is knocked from your lungs.

“Y/N, what we have is special. Hell, 8 years ago I thought I’d never be doing this for anybody. But, I can’t imagine life without you by my side. I love you so much.”

He opens the box to reveal his mother’s wedding ring, the one he never took off, that is, until now.

“So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

Your love for him swells in your heart, and happy tears roll down your face as you throw yourself into his arms. He holds you tightly, his own tears staining your shirt.

Then he’s spinning you, laughing a genuine laugh, one you haven’t heard in a long time.

Your love would always belong to Dean Winchester. And his love would always belong to you.

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Sammyboyman and Spiderloaf off to save the day from the forces of Billy evil!

The second of my old sketches done, and probably the last for a while since i gotta get ready for school soon (second year of college yay -_-). I do have a bunch of ideas I still want to do though, so i’ll see if i can still squeeze them in :)

RT Extra Life Stretch Goals 2015

Here’s a list of all the stretch goals for RT Extra Life this year. I’m going to try and update as quickly as I can, to keep it updated. <3

Personal Goals:

  • Ryan raises $5K: They set Ryan’s shoes on fire (RIP in pieces Dad Shoes)
  • Ryan raises $10K: Meg picks out Ryan’s new shoes
  • Meg raises $5K: Ryan will follow Meg on Twitter

Less than $100K:

  • 100K: Matt shaves his head; Matt and Jeremy kiss; Doing all current Wheel of Destiny items.

$100K to $200K:

  • 110K: Play the current build of RWBY: Grimm Eclipse
  • 130K: Sneak peek of next week’s RWBY episode
  • 140K: Ruby, Weiss, and Yang play Grimm Eclipse
  • 165K: Spin the Wheel of Destiny 3 times
  • 170K: Tyler reads 50 Shades of Gray excerpts 
  • 180K: Adam draws a thing

$200K to $300K:

  • 200K: Unreleased Epic Rap Battle of RT: X-Ray vs. Vav; Meg and Ryan’s kid photos
  • 215K: Burnie will read segments from The Red vs. Blue Ultimate Fan Guide
  • 225K: Epic Rap Battle of RT: Sarge vs. Church (feat. Burnie and Matt H.)
  • 230K: FunHaus Do-Op Trio
  • 250K: Epic Rap Battle of RT: Mad King Ryan vs. Podcast King Gus (feat. Ryan and Gus)
  • 265K: Lindsay has a milk shower.
  • 275K: Epic Rap Battle of RT: Achievement Hunter (feat. AH)
  • 300K: Jack shaves off the beard

No Set Dollar Amount:

  • Michael getting hit by a taser

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Automobili Lamborghini presents the Lamborghini Huracán LP 580-2: a two-wheel drive version of the Huracán coupe. Specifically designed & engineered for its rear-wheel drive set-up, the Huracán LP 580-2’s combines dynamic new looks with a package for an enhanced Lamborghini driving emotion.

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