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Nsfw headcannons for yandere Clark Kent (Superman)?
Yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet
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How did you know Clark is one of my faves anon? :3c This might be kinda similar to normal Clark’s alphabet though, so be warned.
This probably doesnt show as much yandere stuff as you had hoped, but i hope you still like it.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Like normal when he isn’t a yandere, Clark is super cuddly after sex. Though now he wont let you out of his arms at all, convinced the two of you are so deeply in love and your coupling has just deepened your connection even more. If you try to get free from his grip, he just tightens it until you can’t move at all, so better just put up with it.
 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Clarks favorite part of himself is his chest, his thighs or his arms. He loves every part of his partner, he thinks they are so so perfect, though he does like their legs quite a lot.
 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Because hes kryptonian Clark cums a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Its just part of his nature. Because of his obsession with you he will want to cum inside you and on you, he’s the kind to rub it into your skin and make sure he’s got it covering all of you until you smell like nothing but him. Seeing you covered in his cum always gets him hard again, so its gonna be a long night.
 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I don’t know if it’s a dirty secret, it depends on if you know he’s a yandere. But he’s most definitely killed a lot of people for you or because he’s seen them as a threat for your relationship. Clark fantasies about taking you on the corpses of his enemies or those that try to get between the two of you, or riding you as you lay on top of the corpses.
 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Clark doesn’t have an insane amount of experience, but he sees it as a good thing because that means hes not tainted by other people when all he needs is you.
 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything where he can wrap his arms around you and see your face. He especially loves riding you, so he can be on top of you incase he needs to hold you down or choke you, just in case.
 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Clark isn’t the goofiest during sex, but he might crack a few jokes or chuckle every now and then.
 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Kryptonians in general don’t have a lot of body hair, so he only has a really nice happy trail and pubes and some chest hair. Though if you prefer a shaved partner he will shave it off to be more attractive for you.
 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Clark is very intimate, even outside of sex. He’s always all over you and in your business. When he isn’t with you, he will listen to your heartbeat at all times and listen in on your conversations, just to make sure its not something he doesn’t like. His love can be very overbearing though, as he doesn’t seem to care much for your boundaries, convinced that since you are perfect for each other, there’s no such thing as privacy.
 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Clark jerks off a lot more than you’d expect. Because of his kryptonian biology his sex drive is extremely high, and because he is with you its even higher. Because of this its not unusual for him to jerk off multiple times a day. He will regularly follow you around or watch you with his x-ray vision and jerk himself off through his suit to the sight of you doing whatever it its your doing.
 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding
Marking
Biting hard enough to draw blood
Cum and anything involving it in general
Musk/sweat
Oral fixation
Kryptonite usage (though this is a secret)
Body and muscle worship
Spit and drool
Ripping clothes
Claiming and asserting dominance.
 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Clark will do it just about anywhere, if he wasn’t a yandere he would keep it somewhere alteast mostly away from people, but yandere Clark could not care less. He wants to show everyone you are his and he is yours, if that means riding your cock in the middle of the league gym, or fucking you in the air over metropolis he will do it.
 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It is extremely easy to turn Clark on, especially when its you. He’s paying attention to you at all times, so he will immediately notice the way your heartbeat changes as you get hard or turned on, and that immediately has Clark ready to go. He pays attention to your scent, so if he smells the pheromones that tell him you’re turned on, he easily starts dripping.
 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing. There is no way Clark would ever share you with anybody, and if anybody even suggests it, he might actually kill them right then and there. If you are the one to suggest it, he cant decide if he’s mad at you for even thinking about someone else, or if he should break down in tears for not being enough for you.
 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Clark loves both giving and receiving. He has no gag reflex, and because he’s kryptonian he has a slightly longer tongue and some different throat muscles that makes it feel even better. He always swallows and it looks almost orgasmic for him, because he feels so close to you with your cum in his stomach and mouth.
 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
This depends on the situation and mood I think, though for the most part he’s very slow and careful with you because of his super strength. He’s very quick and rough with himself through when he’s jerking off.
 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Clark is all for quickies, because of his extreme sex drive and especially when its with you. Its probably one of the best ways to stop him for killing or hurting someone for getting a little to friendly with you. Just pull him off to a coat closet or the bathroom and jerk him off, he rubs up against you like an affectionate cat afterwards, purring at a low frequency only other kryptonians can hear.
 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)’
Clark is very happy to try new things, especially if its you asking. Anything you want to do, he will do it because he wants to please you and bring you pleasure.
 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Because he’s kryptonian his stamina is out of this world, it’s much more likely you’ll pass out of exhaustion than it is for Clark to become tired. He always jerks off a few extra times after you fall asleep just to tire himself out some more. He’s likely to jump you the moment you wake up though, wanting to fill you or be filled by you and get his scent and ownership all over you.
 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Clark owns more toys than people expect and they’re mainly to help him jerk off, but he has a few dildos and other toys as well. He will also have toys you enjoy if there Is anything specific.
 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Clark wouldn’t teaste a whole lot, but he might do it every now and then when he’s feeling frisky. It would be more of you teasing him though, being sure to use his extremely high senses against him, like his sense of smell, taste or his hearing.
 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Clark isn’t the loudest person, but I think he gets extremely loud when the two of you do it because he’s just so euphoric about being with you, the one whos perfect for him.
 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Kryptonians purr and growl, but it’s a low enough frequency that mostly only other kryptonians can hear. Kryptonians also use scent a lot without realizing, whether it be rubbing their scent on people they care about or using it to mark their area. Kryptonians reach sexual maturity in their later 30s and typically only after they’ve met someone that they are compatible with.
 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Clark is huge, like jaw droppingly big. Both in length and thickness. This stems from him being kryptonian as most kryptonians have larger bits than humans. Veiny though not too much and uncut.
 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Clark has an extremely high sex drive, like only other kryptonians could keep up at this point. This is why he jerks off every day or even multiple times a day. He doesn’t have to get off every day, but he can get pretty uncomfortable if he doesn’t.
 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Like I stated earlier he has a lot more stamina than you if you aren’t another kryptonian or some kind of superhuman. He will spend time cuddling and kissing you until you fall asleep, and he could just go about his day or stay with you, or jerk off by himself until he gets somewhat tired.
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Top 10 5Ds Characters (old, sub based)
I know I was negative in my 5Ds overview but I honestly did like the first half. I wouldn’t sit down and watch the whole thing again but the things and characters that did stand out were some of the best things to come out of Yugioh. I can 100% see how this is people’s favourite show, it’s just not my cup of tea and the problems I do have with it drag it down as a whole. However, it’s still Yugioh and I still like it, so I’m gonna make a top 10 characters list for it… based only on the first half and Bonds Beyond Time though, I haven’t watched the second half. So I don’t know anyone introduced after the Dark Signers arc. Also, yes, I’m aware I just gave away one of the entries on this list with that explanation but let’s just ignore that.
10 Martha
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I’ll admit I struggled a little bit to get ten characters for this list. These bottom two did somewhat boil down to “just pick someone” but thinking about it, I do genuinely like both of my choices. I don’t have a deep reason for this one, I just think Martha was funny and her “death” did draw emotion from me.
9 Kiryu
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Again, this was kinda just by process of elimination. Kiryu’s history with Yusei, Crow, and Jack kinda came out of nowhere but it’s still a good story. He’s an interesting take on the concept of extremism and while his actions in the past were horrific, I can still feel some sympathy for the guy.
8 Misty
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I really like villains, what can I say? Misty just had this air of mystery to her in her early scenes, that made her really interesting to watch. Like when she told Carly she saw death in her future which I still can’t believe was foreshadowing, that’s so clever. Her backstory and Divine’s intervention did botch her somewhat but I still like her overall.
6 and 7 Lua/Rua (Dub name: Leo) and Luca/Luka/Ruca/Ruka (Dub name: Luna)
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These twins’ names are so confusing. I’m putting every variation of their names but just know that I default to Lua and Luca. These two are in separate spots, it’s just kind of hard to talk about them separately because their story is so intertwined. Between them though, Luca’s the better one. I liked both of them instantly for being fun and feeling like real siblings (switching between being at each other’s throats and having each other’s backs) but I really didn’t like how Lua overshadowed Luca, especially in that Dark Signer duel. I don't mind it being their duel and Luca coming in part of the way through to duel alongside her brother but Luca was in the Spirit World for way too long. She barely got to do anything in the duel she was destined to fight. It felt like she was being intentionally cast aside. Also, Luca was just more interesting. Her connection to the spirit world was interesting before it felt like over-padded filler and she was the one with all the pressure on her, which is more relatable. Still, I like the twins' conflicting personalities and siblinghood. They were one of the few light-hearted elements of 5Ds, a reminder of what the protagonists are fighting to protect, something really important plot wise to me that 5Ds was really lacking in.
5 Crow Hogan
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This was inevitable. I loved Crow taking in some orphaned kids and becoming very protective of them in Arc V, of course I love him being every orphaned Satellite child’s father in 5Ds. I love how he seems like just a sneaky street thief at first but then you see that he has a heart of gold, being a loyal friend to Yusei and Jack and a father figure to the kids in Satellite who had no one. Crow had no one as a kid before Yusei and Jack and the game of Duel Monsters and he wants to make sure no one ever feels that loneliness and it’s just… god, he’s so sweet and simultaneously badass.
4 Jack Atlas
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Out of everyone on this list, Jack is probably the objective “best” character from a writing perspective. At the beginning of 5Ds, he was a selfish snob who only cared about his status as the king, which he was willing to do horrible things in order to gain and keep. He felt like a discount Kaiba to me, and his appearance in Arc V really didn’t help his case. Then he (predictably) loses to Yusei, leaving him injured and shamed. He isn’t the king anymore, which was clearly what he based his self-worth on and because of what he did to gain and keep that status, he has no one he can genuinely feel close to. Then he meets Carly. Even if you put aside the (canon) ship, Carly is undeniably essential to Jack's growth as a character. She was there for him during his loneliest time and told him exactly what he needed to hear to pick himself back up again and become a better person. They forged a deep connection in a short amount of time. It's really no wonder Jack is so protective of her. After this, Jack becomes a much more humbled and mature character, which I liked him more as. He's still the 'gruff tough guy' of the group but he genuinely cares for Yusei, Crow, and Carly and shows that care, even if it's sometimes not in the best ways. He's no longer someone who will sell out his friends for power. He proves it in the final duel when he refuses that call to power (from the guy who previously manipulated him) but even more so in his duel with Carly, where he was ready to die alongside her so Carly didn't have to die alone. I've discussed that duel and Jack and Carly's characters and relationship in depth in a previous post if you want more details. I'm also gonna talk more about it in Carly’s section. BUT BEFORE THAT-
3 Paradox
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he shouldn't be this high up, I know, I KNOW. But you know what? Paradox does qualify for this list. Bonds Beyond Time and thus Paradox are canon to 5Ds. BBT is basically a 5Ds movie that sets up later plots of the show (I haven’t seen those plots but I know Paradox only cameos and the little details 5Ds gives us about him are things I know about) and I have been wanting to put Paradox on a list like this for months now. Let me have this one, I love this freaking guy. He survived through an apocalypse, watched everyone he knew and loved die because of a card game and decided to go back in time and slaughter the bastard who created this card game of death. It’s the perfect story for the villain for the big 10 year anniversary event that Bonds Beyond Time was. Because Paradox is 100% correct. Not in the murdering but in his reasoning. Duel Monsters is dangerous and destructive. We’d seen it for ten years before this movie and for over ten years after. The main characters do save the world from destruction with these cards but from villains who use those very same cards. Still, Paradox is going really far. Because he didn’t just kill Pegasus, he murdered countless innocent bystanders, with the very cards he hated and claimed destroyed his time by the way. Not to mention he’s dooming entire generations of people to never exist, something he probably didn’t think about until he was dying (which I’ll get to), but the fact that he sees this many innocent people as worthy sacrifices to his goal is pretty terrifying and hypocritical. And honestly, that’s really fascinating to me. His motivation is sympathetic but the way he’s going about it makes him a villain, a really vicious one. Still, I feel bad for him. Yugi, Judai, and Yusei don’t even seem to care about what happened to his time, they just insist the future isn’t set in stone, implying they don’t even believe him and that he’s lying or something (as if someone would go to those lengths for the shits and giggles). However, Paradox knows they’re wrong. He comes from a time far beyond their’s so he knows their actions can’t prevent the apocalypse because it already happened. (I don’t know if Yusei later fixes the hecking apocalypse in 5Ds, I would assume so but BBT Paradox wouldn’t know this anyway.) Paradox, from his perspective, is the only person who can fix the broken future he comes from. That’s why he’s willing to go so far and why he’s so blinded in his pursuit of this goal to see the harm he’s doing. In his final moment in the sub, he wonders if his extreme actions were really worth it, and if they would’ve actually changed anything. It was a moment I initially found silly before giving it more thought. Paradox was so fixed on his “noble” goal of destroying Duel Monsters and felt he was the only one with the power and the will to do so that he didn’t think he didn’t think about the other possible consequences his actions would bring.
So yeah, Paradox is a really interesting character to talk about. He’s also just really funny. He has a lot of funny quotes, particularly in the dub. For a quick example: “I would say you three put up a good fight only you didn’t.” He’s so sassy and sarcastic, I swear that’s the fastest way to my heart: being funny and snarky. I know the idea of putting him over characters like Jack and Crow is absurd, but like… the heart wants what it wants, sorry guys.
2 Carly Nagisa
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Okay, back to characters people other than myself care about. While watching Yugioh series, I sometimes read the Crunchyroll comment sections of the episodes and when I did so for 5Ds, one thing I saw was a lot of Carly negativity, mainly people calling her annoying or useless. Now obviously, opinions be opinions and you’re all perfectly valid if you dislike Carly… but you’re all wrong, Carly’s fucking adorable. Annoying or adorable aside (since that’s subjective), one thing Carly definitely isn’t is useless. Like I said earlier, Carly was absolutely essential to Jack’s character growth And actually, he was essential to her growth in a similar way. In the beginning, Carly cared for nothing but getting the best scoop as a journalist because if she lost her job, she would end up homeless on the streets. That’s not speculation, that’s something she straight up says. It’s understandable that she’s desperate and willing to do things of questionable morality to keep her job. It’s out of need. Still, it led to her considering making Jack’s private inner turmoil public, which she tried to drag out of him by getting him to spend time with her. She, like Jack, was willing to do messed up things to preserve her status. Both of them realised this about themselves about the same time, which is why Carly was the only one who could help him out of his funk: she understood what he was going through. I know I go on and on about this ship but it really did vastly improve both of their characters. I didn’t like Jack much at all before this development and while I did find Carly cute pretty much instantly, she did bother me a little. Like, disguising herself as a nurse to sneak into a hospital and find one of the patients is… definitely weird. She does get less weird after that scene with Jack in the tower. She still sticks her nose into things that aren’t really her business… like a lot but it’s less out of selfishness, I feel. And even if the snooping around she did in Arcadia’s base was too far, it’s the thing that gets her KILLED. Yeah… Carly being killed and resurrected as a demon was a huge gut punch for me, both because it’s just harsh to have the sweet innocent cinnamon roll DIE (in a realistic way too, jesus christ) and become a demon and because I knew Yugioh was cruel enough to force Jack to duel Carly like this, and very likely kill Carly. I was right, and their duel is one of my favourites in any Yugioh series. However, there is one 5Ds character I prefer to both of them.
1 Aki Izayoi
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Yeah, this was obvious. I made so many thirsty posts about her, you guys probably just think I put her at number one because I have a crush on her. First of all, I can’t tell which ones I have a crush on and which ones I don’t anymore, I kinda simp for this entire top five and second, Aki is the most relatable character in 5Ds and one of the most relatable in Yugioh overall. I didn’t go in depth with this in any of my posts as the reasons I relate to her are very personal, so I stuck to what was funny for the sake of the memes. For this though, I’ll try to explain it. I liked Aki the moment she was introduced. She was this mysterious powerful woman, who spoke in a completely emotionless tone during her duels, even as she was hurting people. She was… kind of intimidating, I’m not gonna lie. However, there were hints even early on that Aki was severely damaged inside. That numbness alone was a hint but also the way she spoke of her signer mark, the mask she wore being potentially symbolic, and some of her lines, like the one about physical scars healing but not scars of the heart. It caught my attention. I could tell they were trying to set her up as this traumatised emotionally closed off person… like I am. I saw the most broken parts of myself in Aki. She was always hiding her true feelings behind a metaphorical and literal mask and feeling alienated from the rest of society, which did nothing but shun her for her oddities. Also, I don’t want to go into any personal details, but Aki’s backstory with her parents was relatable too, which is why it frustrated me so personally that she was forced to forgive them. It wasn’t me wanting Aki to be miserable. I’m so incredibly glad she was able to recover and find happiness, I just wish the way the writers had gone about it had been different. Her forgiving her parents should’ve been left completely up to her and the point of her redemption should’ve been for her to forgive herself and not let her father’s abuse define her. You’re not a bad person if you don’t forgive people who hurt you. Forgiveness isn’t an obligation, it’s a gift to give. I just feel like the writers were sending a bad message with the way they treated Aki in that duel, a message that could legitimately hurt people in the real world.
But anyways back to Aki. She was underused by the show, which did actually make it pretty difficult to choose between her and Carly, whose arc ended in a more satisfying way if we ignore everything post Dark Signers. Which by the way, can I sidetrack for a second and say how well 5Ds actually wrote its female characters in this first half? There are a lot of female characters with varying personalities and many of them, Aki, Carly, Luca, and Misty are vital to the plot. Heck, half of this list is women. That’s more than any of the other shows. (I may be a man but female representation is important so shut it.) Anyways, while Aki was a little underused in my opinion, she was absolutely fantastic when she was there and her relatability does put her higher than Carly in my mind.
So overall, 5Ds may not have been my favourite show but when it’s good, it’s really damn good. The top five on this list are practically sacred to me
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Assigning each Lost Boy one of my favorite albums
Hi! This is my first ever post from a different fandom! I thought of this idea several days ago, but I just haven’t gotten the chance to make it until now. It’s by no means an original idea, but I thought it’d be fun to do so you guys can get to know my tastes :) also I apologize for making all of the albums female fronted, I just prefer female voices haha, I also went a bit Anthony Fantano with my explanations and turned them into album reviews oopsies :3 I’m probably gonna do the other characters too, so stay tuned for that!!
David
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A Prayer Under Pressure of Violent Anguish - My Ruin
This was kind of a hard one for me because I couldn’t really find an album I really like that screams David, but I think this one suits him pretty well. There are some songs on here that aren’t really him lyric wise, but the music itself is pretty heavy, and the way Tairrie B. sings is real intense, which I think David would really enjoy, being the edgelord that he is LMAO plus there’s some songs that talk about religion, and I thought that would be something he’d be into because I feel like he’d think it’s funny he’s a vampire and he’s listening to songs about Christianity, even though they’re written in a negative light.
Dwayne
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Clear Hearts Grey Flowers - Jack Off Jill
Dwayne. Dwayne. My favorite boy, literally he is the only guy ever, so this wasn’t a hard choice. CHGF is a very punk and gothic rock driven album, which is something I think Dwayne would really like. It has a much more mature, polished sound than JOJ’s other albums, Sexless Demons and Scars and Humid Teenage Mediocrity, but it isn’t completely mellowed down, which I feel reflects his personality (he’s wayyy more unhinged then he lets on ;D). There are some “calmer” songs on the album, though they still keep the same broodiness seen throughout the album, which is also something I think is very Dwayne.
Paul
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Fantastic Wounds - Schoolyard Heroes
Fantastic Wounds is one of my absolute favorites of all time; it’s campy, dramatic, and nothing I’ve never, ever heard of before. Ryann Donnelly, the lead singer, she does multiple voice parts, which includes her normal singing voice, opera, screaming and shrieking, and her own dramatic way of singing (listen to the album, and you’ll get what I mean), which is something Paul would absolutely love. Her voice is also very feminine and shrill with strangely sugary sweet, cutesy vocals, something I think Paul would get addicted to. The record is just all over the place, but it’s still cohesive, which makes it easy to focus on, and I think Paul would appreciate that since he’s got the attention span of a golden retriever puppy, but it’s by no means boring. It sounds exactly like the soundtrack to a cheesy, campy horror movie. Even the toned down songs are far from mild! It’s just a fun listen, and I wish Schoolyard Heroes was still together so they could make even more amazing records (I kinda went on a tangent with this one, sorry LOL I’ve just been absolutely in love with this record for the past four years).
Marko
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Bricks Are Heavy - L7
Okay we all know none of the boys shy away from punk (the music and subculture, though I don’t really think you can like one and not the other tbh), and I’m a firm believer that this includes femme punk. The Lost Boys can be feminists, as a little treat (for me) I’m fine with them murdering people but I draw the line at misogyny and bigotry /hj. I headcanon Marko as the one who’s the most into punk rock among the guys. Bricks Are Heavy starts off the bat with Wargasm, anti-war song that’s weirdly sexual but for good reason (did you know I also headcanon Marko to be a huge fucking horndog?). The rest of the album is mainly political, save for a couple of songs, but they’re not any less aggressive or impactful; they’re very hard to forget, just like Marko!
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like father // like son
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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))
AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)
Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n
pronouns: they/them
other information on the reader:
. faceless
. knows how to code
. artist
. streams them drawing video game characters
. minor
. makes indie / horror games
form: headcanons
genre: platonic, fluff(??)
warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section
abbreviations: y/n -> your name
quackity
okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)
he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics
he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D
would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!
"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"
"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j
"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"
"NO WAIT WAIT"
"so what do you think?"
also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!
would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!
if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard
if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!
you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you
might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him
like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there
when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get
at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference
then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos
overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)
tommy
he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams
"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"
if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say
the just like being surprised :)
as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!
he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!
tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games
so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk
so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;
if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream
"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"
fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((
also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it
like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)
dream
COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝
and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it
"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"
fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)
offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player
power duo fr fr o/
people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???
you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!
fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,
you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in
AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????
wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)
would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him
you're also in his streams when you can :)
also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat
one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀
being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well
nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game
like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭
also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)
and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)
would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing
"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"
ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/
would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try
maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭
dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos
ranboo
first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??
also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲
its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added
and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)
he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again
he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!
will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"
will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well
as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!
doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people
but will join an art stream if you ask
will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?
"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"
yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)
if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^
will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should
also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you
overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh
niki
I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to
she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;
honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')
and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat
also compliments, tons of compliments!
might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,
if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!
I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?
she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!
yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you
there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos
would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff
assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !
I can't decide if she would play your games or not
bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand
but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,
so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!
jack manifold
genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!
can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up
everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it
will play the games you've made as soon as he can
if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)
people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker
difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!
listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them
like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)
you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"
he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos
and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D
and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)
and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it
if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can
"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)
another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point
taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur
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Brat | V.H.
summary: based on this post, smut,friends to lovers, dom!vinnie, cockwarming kinda, spanking, etc.
@yungbludz here she is xoxo
It’s funny how one person can make you act completely different than you usually do. Feelings are weird like that. Moving into the hype house at the same time as Vinnie Hacker was a blessing. It felt nice not being the only fresh meat, not that it would’ve really intimidated you anyway.
You’re a tiktok star known for your vivacious personality, outstanding singing voice, amazing fashion sense, and your presence on every side of tiktok (but feeling the most at home on 1D tiktok or witchtok), not to mention that pretty face that helped you catch the attention of thousands. You were never known for being shy and you really didn’t seem phased by flirty comments, constantly shutting down the pigs men in your comment sections. It was easy to see why Vinnie was enamored by you. 
Little did he know you were attracted to him too. He made you nervous and shy. You didn’t like that. Feeling vulnerable was not something you enjoyed which is why you were never the best with boys, you've managed to make it this far without ever getting past the talking stage. So while, yes he was attractive and very sweet, you decided you couldn't afford to get distracted right now, you had worked too hard to get here to throw it all away and start slacking because you were sidetracked by a boy. 
Vinnie obviously didn't get the memo because later that night at the small party your house mates had thrown to welcome the two of you, Vinnie decided to shoot his shot. Seeing you get a drink he decides he could use a refill too “Hey gorgeous, whatcha drinking?” he strolls up guns a blazing with his usual fuck boy flirting techniques thinking his smirk and his charm will draw you in. You scoff “Thats all you've got Hacker?” you say visibly unimpressed “Come on I’d expect more than a shitty pick up line I could hear at a bar, from the guy who has half the internet falling at his feet” you giggle walking back to Alex and Kouvr rejoining the conversation leaving Vinnie confused. Did you want him to try again? Did you want him to leave you alone? Your giggle still echoed in his head he definitely wasn’t prepared for that kind of response and it hit him like a punch to the gut. 
He tried again and again, party after party, day after day, but you still just treated him like a friend. It became a running joke in the hype house that all the single guys were in love with you even though you friend zoned them. You were flattered for the most part (by the ones who were nice and didn't act like you owed them attention or attraction) but you were just too focused on working on yourself and your career to get into a relationship right now. You were never the type to think you were hot shit, or walk all over people, and you weren't rude about it but it was definitely known that you were not looking for a boyfriend right now, much to Vinnie's dismay.
The girls convinced you to cut Vinnie some slack and let your guard down a little but that just made his situation worse. He was down bad. As the weeks passed he would go out of his way to get you coffee, give you driving lessons, and pick your brain about music just so you would talk to him more. Lucky for him it worked. It was clear to everyone else (even fans) that you had the upper hand in the relationship, but you had no clue he was even that in to you. 
He found you sitting outside at midnight with a candle, tarot cards, and crystals, writing something down in a notebook and looking absolutely ethereal. He's never seen you this quiet, the typical firecracker manic pixie dream girl wild child side of your personality currently nowhere to be seen. Once you seemed to be done he approached you and you guys talked for hours, like really talked, Vinnie was in heaven but you woke up the next day feeling like hell. Kicking yourself for opening up to him and vowing to never let him see that side of you again knowing you'll end up getting hurt. 
But without even realizing within 3 months you two had become inseparable. A force to be reckoned with, the two of you were loud, rambunctious, and the ones everyone had their eyes on waiting for the day Vinnie makes another move. You both swore you were just best friends, which made Jack and Sienna laugh knowing how that turned out for them.
Mia and Kouvr thought it was funny how oblivious you were to the depths of Vinnie’s feelings so they decided to throw him a bone. While you were out filming with Larray the girls confronted Vinnie. 
“Vin we gotta talk.” Mia said bursting in his room “Wha-” he jumps out of bed startled by the intrusion “You're a simp and not a good one.” Kouvr tells him before he could even ask a question. “What are you guys talking about? What does that even mean? ‘not a good one’?” He tries (and fails) to defend himself. “Listen everyone knows you have it bad for y/n. You give her everything she wants but you don’t even flirt with her-” “SHE LAUGHED IN MY FACE THE FIRST TIME I DID” “WELL THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DID IT LIKE AN ASSHOLE, DON’T YELL AT MY FRIEND.” Mia claps back “Vinnie, you're giving her all the benefits of dating you, with out making her want to date you.” Kouvr huffs out. “We’re sick of watching you play yourself so we’re gonna help you.” Mia concludes as Vinnie stands there with his jaw dropped at the realization that his pining was THAT noticeable. 
They tell him all the things that girls like you love (with some extra help from Sienna who's the most similar to you out of your friends personality wise) and things that you've specifically told them that you love. They instruct him to pull back just the tiniest bit only enough to make you chase him, but not too much because that’ll make you sad and you’ll think that he hates you. They tell him that you like someone who takes charge but doesn't treat her like a child and that's something he needs to remember if he wants to keep you interested. There’s nothing simple about you. He knows this. He loves it. He tries learning the little things you do until eventually he’ll know you better than you know yourself. This little hobby of his paired with Kouvr and Mia’s instructions make him confident you'll be his within the month. He hopes. 
It started off small with grazing his hands on your hips whenever he was passing behind you, escalating to wrapping his arms around your waist in hugs that let you feel allll his muscles, all while becoming slightly more illusive to you, and then your favorite and most confusing: brushing your hair out of your face pushing it back behind your shoulders with one hand resting on your neck looking at you like he was about to kiss you but only for a second before looking away and acting like nothing happened. He was teasing you. You knew that, but you also knew that you can’t be the only one he wants. He's gorgeous, everyone wants him, and he's become a lot less accessible recently, so you tell yourself he’s only being flirty as a joke. 
He was driving you crazy. You begin craving his hands on your hips, and his arms wrapped around you, you find yourself staring at his lips more often, he begins appearing in your dreams and you are not fucking with it. You’re comfortable with the progress you've made while working on yourself and you’d be fine with catching feelings for Vinnie, if there wasn't any risk of getting played. However, instead of pushing these feelings away entirely, you start fighting fire with fire. 
You feel a little evil telling Mia and Kouvr that you think you're finally ready for a boyfriend, knowing that he's within earshot, but you had to admit it was kinda fun. “Vinnie can you come swim with me?” you coo, your sweet voice and puppy dog eyes contrasting your skimpy bikini that leaves him breathless while you wait for a response. You huff walking behind him as he sits at his desk, you place your hands on his shoulders slipping them down his chest until they loosely trail around his waist, pressing your breasts against his back, hugging him from behind as you whine a sickly sweet “pleeeaaaseeee” into his ear. “I- Uh, sure sure lemme get changed I’ll meet you downstairs” he caves trying to get you off of him before he pitches a tent. “Yay!!” you hop off of him “You're the best baby” you grin walking out “What??” “What?” you say innocently knowing what you did but wanting to fuck with his head. “What’d you just say?” he asks swearing you had just called him baby. “I said you're the best Vinnie...”  “Oh,, okay I’ll see you downstairs” he says trying to be nonchalant and failing. “Okay weirdo...” you laugh heading down to the kitchen.
Vinnie groans dragging his hand down his face as he gets up to change into some bright blue 5 inch inseam swim shorts that show off his muscular thighs and match the earrings you have in, hoping to play it off as a coincidence. He looks in the mirror and smirks grabbing a t-shirt for you and heading down to you. “BOO” he shouts sneaking up on you grabbing your hips “AHH” you jump back pressing yourself against him “Woah, gotcha silly girl” Vinnie grins steadying the two of you. “You suck Vincent. I hate you.” you pretend to pout looking away from him “Aw princess,” he patronizes you with a smirk, grabbing you by the jaw turning your head back toward him “we both know that's not true.” glancing down to your lips and then unraveling himself from you, gesturing toward the door with a quick “you coming?” and you just nod and follow trying to process whatever the fuck that was. 
Firing up the cannons to get back at him you grab some sunblock and instead of giving him the opportunity to tease you any further you pluck his phone from his hand locking it and setting it to the side “Your tattoos are gonna get fucked up, you need sunblock” you explain opening the bottle squeezing some into your hand. You can see his brain short circuiting as you rub his chest up and down, moving to his arms tracing the lines etched into his skin once the lotion sunk into his golden skin. “This ones my favorite” you whisper as your fingers graze over his creation of Adam tattoo “Yeah?” he questions, matching your tone. “Yeah but that's probably just because I have a thing for hands” you smirk walking over to the edge of the pool and diving in. In that moment Vinnie decided he wasn't gonna hold back anymore, he snapped Troy back and took another picture for his story before going in after you. Unfortunately for the two of you the teasing game had to be put on pause because all of your housemates had decided that this was the perfect time for a swim. 
After around 4 hours chilling outside and a bunch of other hype house members pulling up Thomas and Alex decide to order pizza because it was getting late nobody had eaten dinner. Once they were delivered you tossed Vin’s shirt over your and everyone made their way inside, lining up to grab a slice. Vinnie grabs your waist to alert you of his presence before reaching past you for a plate, freezing when you press your ass back against his clothed cock giggling when he growls a little “don’t” into your ear. You aren't alone with Vinnie for the rest of dinner and once you're done eating you go up to your room to shower, feeling grimy from the pool. You check your phone after stepping out of the shower and tossing on a hoodie that just so happens to belong to none other than Mr. Vincent Cole Hacker himself seeing that he sent you a snap.
Holy shit.
A photo of Vinnie with a hand slipped under the band of his sweats captioned “c’mon baby come see daddy” stares back at you. You set your phone down as your entire body heats up but then you remember, he's been awfully distant recently, and you saw him snapping someone at the pool today. Fuck. That probably wasn't even for you and now you’re all flustered when he's gonna have someone else in his bed tonight. 
Before you can delve any further into your self pittying thoughts your door slams open and Vinnie stares into your eyes “It’s not nice to keep daddy waiting angel.” he chuckles brushing your damp hair out of your face “I- uh-” lifting your chin with his finger he scolds you “I didn't think my baby was such a brat” he admits trailing his free hand down to your ass that peaks out from the bottom of his hoodie “guess I’ll have to fix that,” he says devilishly laying a hard smack onto that ass you've been teasing him with all day “hmm?” you nod wordlessly as he floods your senses, taking over your mind. He has a cocky look on his face knowing he has you under his spell and the silence is only broken by the faintest “kiss me...please.” that slips past your lips. He pushes your hair back behind your shoulders and leaves a hand on your neck like he's done all those times before except this time he kisses you, hard. You hum into the kiss wondering why you deprived yourself of this for so long. “There’s my girl” he mumbles against your lips and you feel the heat rising to your face, going in for another kiss to hide the effects he has on you, but he pulls back making you chase him and again just to see how desperate he can make you. Huffing and crossing your arms you snap “Stop being mean Vinnie.” he quirks an eyebrow “Whats my name?” “Vinnie.” you test with a grin “Baby don’t push it. You haven't seen mean yet.” he growls towering over you. “Ugh, fine, daddy can I please have kisses?” you practically demand causing Vinnie to smack your ass “Say it nicely brat” “Daddy I’m sorry can I please have kisses I’ve been waiting so long” you beg in the sweetest tone you can manage. He places both hands on your ass, pulling you into him with a squeeze “Much better” he says with a peck “silly baby needs me to teach her how to act” he goes in for a slightly longer kiss “get on the bed.” you quickly hurry to the bed tugging at his hoodie once he stands in front of you causing him to pull it off expecting to see you drooling over his muscles but instead sees you staring at his face awaiting his next move. 
“My pretty girl” he coos, stroking your cheek, making your eyes flutter “you're gonna listen to daddy okay?” he says tapping your cheek so you open your eyes “Yes daddy whatever you say. I’m yours” “Mmmm,” he hums in approval planting a brief teasing kiss on your lips before continuing to say “yes you are and I’m yours too angel.” You grab his face and draw him into a kiss as he lays you down on the bed dragging his lips down to your jaw, nipping and sucking making gasps and strangled moans sneak past your lips. Vinnie wasn't having this though, he wanted the whole house to hear you, he wanted Paddy, Michael, Calvin, Nick, all of them to know that you were his. “Don’t be a brat babydoll let them hear you, let them know that you're off limits” he growls into your neck before sucking on that one spot that made you moan LOUD. “Thats it honey, sound even prettier than I imagined” he moans into your neck.
“Can I take this off?” he asks tentatively looking into your eyes, toying with the hem of his hoodie that you had on “Yeah” you whisper. His eyes light up as he drags the fabric up and over your head discarding it somewhere on the floor. His hands immediately fly to your breasts groping, massaging, caressing, burying his face between them as he pushes them together sucking deep purple bruises into the delicate skin. “Mmm please daddy please I need you” you whine loving his strong firm touches but craving more, “Patience princess, I finally have you in my hands, we won’t be leaving this bed any time soon” he warns with a devilish wink that makes you buck your hips up against his lower abdomen that lays on top of it. Grasping your neck Vinnie looks in your eyes “I’m not gonna tell you again honey. Behave. Don’t be a brat. Don’t make me be mean. Not tonight.” You choked on your breath, “O-Okay” allowing him to have his way with you.
“Good girl.” he smirks trailing kisses down to your panties, taking the waist band in his teeth and pulling them down your legs all without breaking eye contact. He leans back up trailing kisses up your thighs landing one on your clit. “Mhhhh” he hums onto your clit “My” kiss “pretty” kiss “baby” he compliments wrapping his lips around your clit and flicking his tongue against it, a shocked  “UNHH” rips from your throat as your hand reaches toward him aimlessly, practically cumming when you feel his fingers interlace with yours. Your head snaps up when you feel him pull back only to see him taking his rings off and placing them on your fingers before crawling up and kissing you, pulling away to slip his fingers into your mouth moaning out “Oh my god, can’t wait to have you suck my dick” at the feeling of your mouth around his fingers. “Not tonight though, tonight’s about you angel. Teaching you how to be good for me. Teaching you that Daddy knows best. Teaching you to let me take over your body.” he whispers, kissing your neck between sentences, his tone dripping with seduction making you moan around his digits as he pulls them from your mouth. 
“Let them hear you.” he commands as his wet fingers prod your entrance and he makes his way back down to your heat. “Fuck Daddy please do something, I wanna feel yo- Oh my goddd” you interrupt yourself as he slips his fingers inside you, smirking against your clit as he gets to work. Vinnie goes to town, basking in the sounds you're making, the feeling of your thick luscious thighs over his shoulders, the way you feel against his fingers and tongue, he was in heaven. Massaging around with his fingers he finally found the spot that made you squeal and squirm more than ever, smirking up at you with a cocky little “feel good?” as you breathlessly nod with pleading eyes that beg for more. He licks a thick stripe against your clit before going in tight little circles while rubbing your g-spot with the two fingers he has inside you, making you grip his hand that still holds yours for dear life as you teeter on the edge of bliss. The tension finally bursts and Vinnie looks up to see you moaning and writhing while gripping one of your breasts with your free hand. “V-Daddy UHHH bab- Oh Oh my god.” is all he hears as he works you through your orgasm trying to ignore the fact that his cock so hard it’s almost painful. He removes his fingers, sucking them clean before pulling his sweat pants and boxers down, watching as you ogle him in all his glory, Vinnie swipes your bottom lip with his thumb to remove the drool that almost spills out “Like what you see baby?” “Yeah” you say bashfully but Vin wouldn't allow that, using the two fingers that were just in you to lift up your chin as he makes deep intense eye contact with you “Good, because it’s all yours.” he firmly reminds. 
“Feel how hard I am for you baby? That’s all for you too” he smirks knowing your brain is definitely all out of sorts in the best way, he can see it in your eyes as you nod shocking him with the plead of “Daddy fuck me, make me yours.” that you let out, sick of waiting. “I don’t have a c-” “I’m on the pill-” “Are yo-” “Yes I’m sure. Get in me.” you snap hearing him mumble a little “brat” under his breath before teasing your entrance with the head of his perfect cock. Seeing you open your mouth to say something he dips his head down to kiss your parted lips, thrusting into you simultaneously, both of you moaning into the kiss. “So tight y/n baby holy fuck” he stills not wanting to hurt you, “Vin please move you're stretching me out so good UGHH I love your cock” you say clearly not catching your slip up. “You love who's cock?” he says pushing in a little further, his tip snug against your cervix making you moan out “Yours Daddy I love your cock. I’ll be good I promise,” you open your eyes staring back at him “just fuck me.” and that's all it takes. He starts pounding right against your g-spot making you moan so loud he knows they can hear you down stairs, he hopes Ryland knows its you moaning for him thinking back to the jealousy he felt watching that fucker try to flirt with you last week. He's brought back to the present by the sound of you whining for him and what a perfect sound that is, the sight of you crooning into the pillow, your eyes rolling and fluttering, as you toss your head to the side in pleasure, giving him perfect access to your neck as he feels you convulse around him.
As he leans down to kiss your neck the tall 7 foot mirror placed next to your clothing rack directly to your right catches his attention. “Open your eyes” Vinnie mumbles just under your ear. You open your eyes to see your self in the mirror looking totally blissed out, with the greek god above you placing hickeys up the column of your neck. The sight before you causing an embarrassingly loud “Mhhh” to leave your body “See baby? See how good. daddy. makes. you feel?” he asks slowing down to emphasize his words with thrusts “uh huh ‘s so good” you drawl as he continues his work on your neck. “Bet you regret making us wait so long hmm?” he teases speeding up again as his thumb comes down to work your clit, resting the rest of his hand over your pubic bone feeling the bulge of his cock come and go as he drills into you “Open your eyes honey, focus on me, look at how well you're taking me.” he says in a sugary sweet tone, as soft as the mattress he's fucking you into. “Daddy please harder, more, I- UH” you moan begging incoherently, not sure what you want, but knowing Vinnie will give it to you. “Y/N UNHH OH MY G-BABY” he all but yells out as you clench around him, babbling a string of “daddy” and “please” and “right there” because they are the only thoughts your overwhelmed brain could fathom. 
“You gonna cum? Huh? You gonna cum all over my cock?” all you can reply is a whiny breathy “uh huh” maybe he's right maybe you were a brat... “Bet you’ve been dreaming ‘bout it. Gonna make all your pretty little dreams come true honey, so cum.” as if your body had been waiting for his permission, you cum that instant “UHHH DADDY I- OH- OHHH” you moan out not caring who heard you “cum in me.” you say with eyes that would make him give you the world if you asked. “Want me to fill you up y/n?” chuckling at your neediness leaning down to your ear, “Want me to make you totally and completely mine?” he growls the last word, feeling your over stimulated cunt clench around him, threatening to cum again as his cock twitches knowing he’s not far behind you. “MMHMM please please please I wanna feel you I-I wanna make you cum daddy UHHNHH” Yup. Definitely a brat, his brat, whining and begging to get your way. Vinnie concedes with a kiss to the cheek “Anything for my baby” he hums fucking you harder, making your tits bounce and your back arch. “I know- UGH I know you're gonna cum again” he says nudging your nose with his “Feels so good daddy, you fuck me so good” you scream burying your head in his shoulder “ ’m gonna cum, gonna cumm vin-daddy I-” “Cum for daddy angel then I’ll cum in you honey. Make you feel nice ‘n full,” you moan out and he continues,“but you gotta cum for me first.” wanting you to cum first. One more deep thrust and circle against your clit has you crying out the hottest moans Vinnie had ever heard (porn included), two more had him pulling his hand away from your core to stabilize himself as he pumped you full of his warm thick seed, spewing out the most beautiful string of explitives followed by your name mixed in with some pet names, with his forehead resting against yours. 
You grab his face pulling him down to kiss you, the two of you entrenched in a heavenly post-sex haze. Loving the feeling of Vinnie absolutely consuming your mind and body you pull back fluttering your pussy on his cock and cooing out a sexy little “feel so full” making Vinnie groan against your lips “My baby. such. a little. brat.” punctuating his words with kisses and gently wrapping a hand around your neck. “My daddy. such. a huge. cock.” you reply doing the same. He chuckles staring down at you, “What the hell did I just get myself into?” he asks jokingly, regretting it as soon as he sees that little glint in your eye “My pants, my bed, you're currently in my pussy, should I keep going?” you giggle “Oh my god you suck” he laughs rolling the two of you over so you're laying on top of him instead. “Why’s your dick so comfy? I don’t wanna move.” you say cuddling into his chest. “Dunno baby” he sighs stroking your back as if he's actually thinking “maybe cos I ‘stretched you so good’?” he teases making you shy “Vinnieee stop that's so mean.” he lifts your head giving you a promising look “Again. You haven't seen mean yet, brat.” he smirks with a firm smack to the ass. You giggle deciding not to reply, kissing him instead.
A call from Mia makes you reach over for your phone. It’s a FaceTime...shit. You answer thankful that your room is pretty dark. “Heyyy...” you greet awkwardly “Hi girl...” she snickers “Hi Vinnie” “uh hi” he says with a light laugh. “You might wanna check Michaels tiktok, I think its Michael’s I don’t know, one of the boys’ tiktoks” she tells you “What? Why?” you panic “There’s something on there you might wanna see... k love you bye” she hangs up. You look at Vinnie and he takes your phone going onto Michaels tiktok and seeing no new videos, “Weird, try Paddy’s.” he complies searching Paddy’s account instead, clicking on it and seeing a new video, he opens it and the two of you are greeted by a video of a bunch of the guys dancing outside your bedroom to beat it out the frame with a simple caption of @.vhackerr  @.yourtiktok. 
“oh my god.”
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I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex
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Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid plays a trivia game at the request of his wife, Y/N, but he’s in for more than some heaving hitting questions. 
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife Reader 
Word Count: 1.5k 
Author’s Note: I really don’t think that this summary does this justice
I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex 
Shuffling the cards with a shake in her hand, Y/N tells herself to just breathe. This is something that Spencer and her have been looking forward to, dreamed about, and constantly discussed. Regardless of how much she knows Spencer loves her, there’s a lingering seed of doubt that only grows with the sound of Spencer walking into their house. 
“Y/N!, I’m home, darlin’,” Spencer calls from the hallway, dropping the “g” because he knows that Y/N finds it endearing. 
“Baby,” Y/N yells from the table. “I’m in the dining room. I made us a trivia game! Come play with me, I need your brains,” she finishes, smiling at her husband, who has been away for nearly two weeks.
“You know do I love trivia, Y/N,” Spencer says. He takes a seat next to his wife, but before he can kiss her, she pushes him out of his chair and motions for him to take the seat opposite of her.
“Before we start, how was the case? Everyone make it home in one piece?” Y/N asks concerned over the wellbeing of some of her closest friends. 
“Everyone’s fine, Y/N. The unsub ended up being a team. Two women hellbent on getting revenge for their children’s murders. One of them got away,” Spencer explains, solemnly. 
“Oof,” Y/N says, letting out a sigh. “It’s at times like these that I’m glad I don’t have your job. I’m kinda glad she got away, between you and me.” 
“It’s hard, sometimes we don’t really know who we’re bringing justice too. But, I’d do anything to protect my future children, and you. Anything I needed to do to keep you safe,” Spencer tells her, leaning across the table and kissing Y/N’s hand. She gives him a sheepish smile, but inside her mind is eager to get this trivia game started. 
“You’re a charmer, Dr. Reid,” Y/N flirts. 
“Just for you, Y/N. Now you mentioned something about trivia,” Spencer says, clapping his hands together excitedly. 
“I just thought you’d like to rest your brain after a case but shifting though all those facts you got stored up there. And I always said you should try out for Jeopardy,” Y/N says as she collects the cards with the clues. 
She spreads out the categories, Child Psychology, Children’s Books, Labor & Delivery, Nursery Rhymes, X-Epecting, on the table. They were all handwritten on different colorful pieces of cardstock and decorated with baby animals and block letters. Y/N read the categories aloud to her husband, allowing herself to steal a glance at his face while he concentrated on the categories, as if he already could answer the questions. 
“All right, Spencer, you pick first,” Y/N says, in her best Alex Trebek impression. 
“I’ll take Child Psychology for $200,” Spencer chooses, looking up to smile at Y/N. 
“This is the substitute mother that baby monkeys formed an attachment to in Harlow’s psychological experiment,” Y/N asks.
“Terry-Cloth,” Spencer interjects. 
“Not uh, Spence, you need to answer correctly,” Y/N teases. She looks up at him expectantly to choose the next clue. He rolls his eyes at her, but secretly he enjoys the playful banter they still share even after all these years. 
“Um, Children’s Books $200,” 
“This is the story of the clever spider that can weave words in her web,” 
“What is Charlotte’s Web?” 
“Correct, pick again please,” Y/N says, as she tries to maintain a stoic composure. 
“This is the average of days that newborns keep up their sleepless parents,” Y/N asks, sure that this question would stump her genius husband. But to no avail, Spencer answers the question correctly. 
“Okay! Next time try-outs are around, I’m forcing you to take the test,” Y/N says running over to kiss Spencer on the cheek. 
“You know judges are supposed to remain impartial, Y/N” Spencer tells her, putting his arm around her waist as if he’s signally her to sit in his lap. 
“I can’t help it, how about you win kisses every time you get a question right, Spence,” Y/N proposes. 
“I guess it’s worth more than fake money,” Spencer teases.
“You offend me, baby!” Y/N pretends to be hurt by Spencer’s words, but urges him to continue the game. 
“You only got a couple more left, Spence,” 
“Okay, how about X-Expecting for $200,” Spencer chooses. 
“This chromosome is linked to the baby’s mother,” Y/N quizzes, finding it difficult to keep her smiles and secrets at bay when Spencer’s arm tugs around her waist tightly and his fingers draw patterns under her shirt. 
“What is X-Chromosome,” Spencer answers before Y/N can even finish the clue. 
“You know that you’re supposed to wait until the clue is read, Spence. I should redact kisses,” Y/N fake threats. 
“No! Y/N I’ll die without your kisses, please!” Spencer cries out in pretend disain. Much to his amusement his goofy behavior leads Y/N to plant small pecks on his forehead. 
“There, that should hold you over,” 
“I doubt it, Y/N. I miss you already,” Spencer mutters into her shoulder, as if he’s trying to get closer to his wife more than he could already be with her sitting on his lap. 
“Two more clues till Final Jeopardy,” Y/N announces, ignoring the fact that she’s bypassing the rest of the clues and totally disregarding Double Jeopardy. 
“Hmm, let’s go to Nursery Rhymes for kissing for the rest of my life,” Spencer picks, peppering Y/N’s shoulder with kisses. 
“Huh! Look at that, Spencer, you got the Daily Double, so whatcha going to wager?” Y/N asks, knowing she’s pulling this Daily Double straight out of the air, but Spencer’s affection for only one lifetime is not nearly enough for her. 
“I’ll make a true Daily Double, darling. That means double the amount of kisses,” Spencer tells her, ticking the sides of Y/N waist. 
“Here’s your clue, Jack is urged to be nimble & quick, helping him do this,” Y/N reads from the card. 
“What is to jump over the candlestick?” Spencer guesses, closing his eyes to be assaulted by Y/N’s eager lips. 
“Yay! Double kisses!” Y/N yells happily as she pecks Spencer’s eyelids and nose, causing him to laugh at her light affection. 
“Next question, it’s the last one so you don’t get a choice, but I have so much confidence in you, my genius husband. These are the names of the 3 stages of labor?” Y/N questions, looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Spencer’s mind at work. 
“What are dilation, expulsion, and afterbirth,” Spencer answers, once again perfectly. 
“Okay, Dr. Reid you’ve accumulated a total of double kisses for the rest of our lives. Your Final Jeopardy category is, Ready For It…” Y/N announces. 
“Last one,” Spencer says, and Y/N wonders if Spencer’s figured it out by now. She hands Spencer the small cardboard box. He looks at it curiously and Y/N can feel her heart in her stomach. He must know by now, she thinks. He’s brilliant, but sometimes he can be a little clueless when it comes to things like that. Y/N thinks back to how they danced around each other for years before Derek practically had to force them out on a date. He must know. 
“You’re clue is inside the box, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her voice shaky and unsure. 
Spencer carefully opens the cardboard box and reaches in to pull out the small pregnancy test that lay hidden inside. He looks it over, reading the test twice, three times, maybe even four times. He honestly can’t remember taking longer to read something. Spencer looks up at a terrified Y/N. 
“You’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” Spencer asks, desperately wanting to believe what he holds in his hand. 
“You’re gonna be a daddy, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her smile struggling to conceal itself in between the bouts of happiness and joy that courses through her veins. 
“A baby! Oh Y/N. A baby!” Spencer shouts rushing over to where his wife stands in between the entrance from their kitchen to their dining room. 
“You’re happy, right Spence. You want this with me-” Y/N starts, a sudden rush of fear lodging itself in her heart. 
“Of course I’m happy, Y/N. I’m so happy to be a dad. You’re going to be a mom! You’ll be the best mom, Y/N. I love you, Y/N,” Spencer says, crouching down to rub his hands on Y/N’s belly. 
“Hi sweet baby,” Y/N says softly, looking down at her belly and covering her hand over Spencer’s. “I want you to meet your daddy. He’s going to take care of you so well, he might talk a lot but you get used to it” 
“Hey, baby. It’s your dad,” Spencer murmurs quietly into Y/N’s belly. “I’m so glad that mommy told me about you. You gotta do some growing in there before you can meet us, but we love you so much, baby,”
“I really love you so much Y/N,” Spencer says as he sits up to kiss his wife. 
All his life Spencer’s loved science. He loves discovering the undiscovered. Memorizing all those theories and facts and methods could never prepare him for the awe that sat before him. He realizes that he’s looked at science all wrong. There's a beauty in science- a natural, unadulterated beauty that’s so rare to find. But he’s found it and he’s never letting go.
Thank You for Reading!
Taglist: @calm-and-doctor​ 
If anyone wants to be tagged in new posts, feel free to comment and I’ll be thrilled to tag you <3
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frosted-night · 3 years
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Jack Frost Designs Review
Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?
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This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)
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So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.
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Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.
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In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.
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Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.
Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.
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Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.
Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)
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And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.
MOVIE DESIGN TIME
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Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.
Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.
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This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.
His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.
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The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.
Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.
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AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?
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Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.
Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.
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It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.
Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.
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This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.
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This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.
Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.
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This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)
Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.
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I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!
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They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.
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However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.
Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.
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Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3
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That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.
Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props
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NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.
(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)
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Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*
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This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.
Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice
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Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.
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No talk to him he angy.
Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi
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Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.
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The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.
And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes
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Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10
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skiller0dani · 3 years
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NSFW Alphabet | JJ Maybank
M A S T E R L I S T Outer Banks Masterlist
smut requests info
hope you enjoy, love you all. 
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AFTERCARE (what he’s like after sex)
so JJ is used to random hook ups and aftercare wasn’t always something he did
he did if he was in the mood 
most of the time hook ups were a way to release pent up frustration 
and when he’s mad he doesn’t do aftercare
until he started dating you
now he goes a little over the top with aftercare
he massages you with lotion afterwards
gets you water and snacks if you want them
hot water bottle if you’re sore
sometimes draws you a bath
boy really loves you & wants to take care of you 
BODY PART (his favorite body part of his & yours)
JJ loves every single inch of your body
but deep down he’s an ass man
loves to see the round curve of your ass in those tight jeans you wear
and your bikini? 
lets just say JJ has a lot of unwanted boners whenever you’re in a swimsuit
which is often during the summer
you can always count on JJ to pin you against the wall and grab a handful of that perfect ass of yours at least once a day
CUM (anything to do with cum, basically)
JJ thinks your cum tastes good
which is kind of embarrassing when he talks about it too much
sometimes he talks about your cum just to see you get all bashful about it with rosy cheeks
funnily enough JJ thinks his cum is kinda gross though
“ew it got on me!” 
“that’s your cum JJ!” 
he usually cleans it off your right away though
he doesn’t want it to get tacky on your skin
which grosses him out more
DIRTY SECRET (a dirty secret of his)
JJ, for some reason, is embarrassed about the fact that he tends to be a little gentler in bed then people expect
it’s an inside joke among the pogues that JJ is a rough lover
which you discovered is not really true
he can be rough, but normally he isn’t
he’s rough when he gets possessive
like when Rafe and his little group flirt with you to piss JJ off 
you can bet that night JJ will be pounding into you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a few days
JJ can also get rough if he’s angry 
if someone pisses JJ off for any reason you can count on getting thrown around a little
but he doesn’t throw you around too much, he would never hurt you
it’s all consensual though, JJ would never do that if he knew you didn’t want him to
EXPERIENCE (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)
JJ, much to your dismay, is very experienced while you were very inexperienced
by the time you two had sex the first time he had already been with 4 girls before you
JJ had to teach you everything about sex
he was very sexually ambiguous for a 17 year old 
JJ has never been ashamed of his sexual past, but when he started dating you he did feel a little guilty when he saw how much it bothered you
it only bothered you so much because you were a virgin before JJ
you’ve never been with anybody before JJ, and he’s had a lot of sexual partners 
and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you
because it does
a lot 
that’s why JJ doesn’t really bring it up
FAVORITE POSITION (this goes without saying tbh)
any position he gets to fuck you is his favorite position
JJ always says “there’s way too many to pick just one!”  
a personal favorite of yours is when you get to ride him
JJ is always takes the lead when it comes to sex 
so he’s always watching you come undone
and when you ride him you get to see him come undone
and boy is it a beautiful sight
head tossed back against the bed
eyes squeezed shut
little whimpers escaping his clenched teeth
his hands holding your hips tightly to still control the pace
even when you top, JJ needs to be in control somehow
you can’t help but whine whenever you see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth
it truly is an honor to watch JJ cum
GOOFY (is he more serious in the moment? more humorous? etc)
he is both evenly 
most of the time, JJ is goofy 
he hardly even takes day to day life seriously
so most of the time JJ is cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh
and he spends a decent amount of time trying to make you blush
but when JJ gets upset he’s an entirely different person in the bedroom
his jaw is always locked, and his gaze is dark and lustful 
he doesn’t crack any jokes, and doesn’t goof around
if someone made a move on you then JJ is usually pretty pissed off during sex
sometimes he’s gotta remind you who you belong to
HAIR (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes?)
trimmed a little but honestly JJ isn’t too concerned about it
you don’t care if he upkeeps his pubes or not so neither does he
he does if the bush gets to crazy but other than that he leaves it alone
they’re a shade darker then his hair
so like a dark dark blonde
INTIMACY (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)
unless he’s angry, JJ is very intimate during sex
before JJ started dating you, he had sex just to get off
he had sex with girls because it felt good
there was no closeness in it, no intimacy
but with you sex is very intimate
it’s never about just getting off
every time he has sex with you 
even when he’s angry and pounding into you 
he’s showing you how much he loves you in the only way he knows best
while it’s true that JJ had a lot of sexual partners before you, none of them really showed JJ what sex could be like
that it could be so fucking good 
because with them it felt good, but nowhere near as good as it feels to have sex with someone you love
JACK OFF (masturbation headcanon)
JJ jacks off a lot more then he used to
because when you’re not in the mood, or if you’re busy then he has to find some way to relieve himself
before you JJ would hit up every one of his booty calls until one of them agreed to come over
but he would never cheat on you so if you turn down sex, JJ waits 
and while he waits he jerks off to satiate him until you’re ready
and he never rushes you because he’s not an asshole
he waits patiently because this sweet boy loves you very much
KINK (one or more of his kinks)
he hasn’t outwardly admitted it but you think JJ has a secret daddy kink
he loves when you do exactly what he says
he loves being in total control
he loves the trust that comes with it, when you physically show him that you trust him enough to do whatever he says without question
it’s comforting to know you trust him not to hurt you
he calls you little girl during sex a lot
which you love
“gonna cum for me little girl?” 
“yes daddy please,” 
it accidentally slipped out. really you didn’t mean to say it
but as soon as you did, JJ groaned softly
and his pace quickened a little
you could tell that he liked that
so you decided to “accidentally” say it more often
LOCATION (favorite places to do the deed)
JJ is a borderline exhibitionist 
he likes the thrill of almost getting caught
but most of the places he chooses to rail you are places that couldn’t be come across accidentally 
JJ can’t bring himself to risk someone else seeing you naked
or worse 
getting fucked
if some other guy saw that beautiful fucked out look on your face when JJ’s driving his cock into you
he’d probably beat the guy to death
so JJ gets his “fucking in public” fix in restrooms or other places with lockable doors
he’d never fuck you out in the open
MOTIVATION (what turns him on?)
e v e r y t h i n g
JJ is horny 92% of the day so anything you do is bound to turn him on
bending over? JJ is popping a boner
your shirt lifts to reveal your midriff? JJ is 100% popping a boner
stripping down to your bikini to get in the water? he’s rock solid before you even get your shorts off
and then he’s looking around to make sure nobody else is watching you strip
there was one time he caught Pope looking when you were getting ready to get in the water and JJ might have punched him
he pulled the punch though, so it didn’t even really leave a bruise
it hurt enough for Pope to never make that mistake again
he literally closes his eyes until he hears you get into the water now, Pope won’t even risk glancing in your direction 
he’s afraid of receiving JJ’s wrath if he’s caught looking again
NO (something he wouldn’t do, his turn offs)
anything that would cause you a lot of pain
he’s comfortable with inflicting you with a little bit of pain like spanking
but anything worse than that and JJ is out
once as a joke you asked JJ if you guys could try ‘blood play’ and JJ freaked out
“I would have to cut you Y/N, no fuckin’ way.” 
“I was just kidding baby.” 
JJ would prefer to make sex exciting in other ways
ways that can’t hurt you
like blindfolding you
using ice or feathers as stimulation
g e n t l e choking 
very gentle
JJ can’t hurt you, he physically won’t feel any joy from it
his dad has hurt him so much that JJ doesn’t like hurting anybody that doesn’t really deserve it
like Rafe, he definitely deserves it
ORAL (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)
JJ hates being that stereotypical guy but he really loves when you give him a blow job
you’re just so fucking good at it
when you wrap your lips around him, it literally takes his breath away
when you use your tongue on the underside, JJ feels his insides begin to squirm around
plus he doesn’t mind receiving more than giving too much because he knows how much you love sucking him off
sometimes you beg him to let you suck him off
and of course, JJ always says yes
you’re fucking hungry for his cock, and if you had it your way it would always be in your mouth
but just because JJ likes receiving more than giving doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to go down on you
because JJ is phenomenal at eating you out
some of the most mind blowing orgasms you’ve ever had have been with JJ’s head in between your legs
boy knows what he’s doing in that regard, he just doesn’t do it very often
which doesn’t bother you because he will happily do it if you ask him to
PACE (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)
depends on his mood, like all things
if he’s in a good mood, his pace is pretty moderate
not too fast but not too slow
if he’s in a really lovey dovey mood then his pace is slow and passionate
long and deep strokes to make sure you feel every inch
if he’s pissed off or jealous then his pace is quick and brutal
harsh snaps of his hips against yours and definite bruises on your hips from him holding you so hard
he always feels bad about the bruises
but you always reassure him and insist you love the bruises
which you do
QUICKIE (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc)
quickies are a pretty normal thing for you two
it’s quickies more often then anything else
a quick fuck in the Chateau’s bathroom before any of the pogues notice you’re gone
quickies in your room when you sneak away from the party because JJ took off his shirt and you decided you desperately needed his cock
it’s rare that you two get to take your time 
but when you can take your time, its some of the best sex you guys have
like it’s so good that it’s worth waiting for
but you’re not complaining too much because any sex you have with JJ is going to be amazing
RISK (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)
yeah he’s okay with moderate risk
if it’s something that could get you in serious trouble then he absolutely won’t do it
if it puts you in a situation 
if it’s something that could hurt you or cause you pain then no he won’t risk it
he cares about your needs and your safety way more than his own
JJ doesn’t care if he gets in trouble and he doesn’t care if he gets hurt
his pain tolerance is really high so he almost never notices if he gets hurt during sex
like if you claw at his back too much and he’s bleeding
actually he loves it when you claw at him, and he loves it even more if you make him bleed
you usually end up looking out for him in the same way he looks out for you
you won’t let him do anything that could end up hurting him
STAMINA (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)
JJ can go for 2-3 rounds before his dick physically will not get hard again
if he had it his way he’d fuck you all night, but he can’t 
which annoys him
boy can fuck you at Earth shattering speeds and hardly break a sweat
he’s got the energy of a hyperactive child when it comes to sex
sadistically that’s one of your favorite things about JJ, that he can fuck you for long periods of time without tiring
it makes sex exciting
TOYS (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)
JJ definitely doesn’t own any toys but you do
and when he discovered this, he immediately brought it into your sex life
he loves watching you cum on a vibrator
he has a remote control one that he uses a lot so he can sit at the end of the bed and watch you cum without even touching you
he also got a small one that you sometimes use when other people are around
and JJ will randomly turn it on when you’re having dinner at Kiara’s 
and you can’t make any sound or act weird 
you always see that little smirk on JJ’s face from across the table when he sees you’re close
and he never lets you cum
UNFAIR (how much he likes to tease)
big tease energy
there was one night he was so frustrated that he teased you to tears 
he edged you so much that one thrust and you were cumming around his cock
he’s a tease in day to day life and in the bedroom go figures
but when JJ is trying to show you how much he loves you he never teases
he worships your body and will give you orgasm after orgasm until you’re a shuddering mess
VOLUME (how loud is he? what kinds of sounds he makes, etc)
JJ mostly just groans and swears under his breath
he says he doesn’t want to drown out all of your beautiful sounds with his own moaning
but your favorite is when JJ growls softly in your ear, or when he sucks a harsh breath in through his teeth when you clench around him
you’re the noisy one in bed 
and that’s the way JJ likes it
WILD CARD (random headcanon)
when you first started dating, JJ was actually really evasive about how many partners he’s had before you
he would get really quiet whenever you asked him and would never directly answer the question
until you cornered him in the Chateau, demanding to know how many people he’d been with 
“4...” his voice was soft, and he wouldn’t lift his eyes to meet yours
that was more then you were expecting, but you couldn’t be mad at him
he was single then and had completely cut off every girl he’d ever had sex with the second you two started dating
so you immediately forgave him which was a huge relief for him
X-RAY (let’s see what’s going on under the belt)
JJ is packing
a good 8 inches when he’s fully hard 
and he’s decently thick too
his cock reaches places inside you that make your toes curl 
JJ has never really described himself as someone with a big dick, but once he saw your eyes widen when he first had sex with you
he thought maybe he might be bigger than average
which you love
there’s always a delicious stretch when he first enters you
YEARNING (how high is his sex drive?)
JJ is down to have sex whenever 
he loves having sex with you and has a stupidly high sex drive
he needs sex at least twice a week or he’s going to be grumpy 
so it was sort of an adjustment when he first started dating you
because it was at least a month until he took your virginity
so he was pretty grouchy for that month that he wasn’t having sex
he didn’t mind though because he was dating you and that’s way better than sex
ZZZ (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)
JJ doesn’t fall asleep too quickly after sex
but since he does most of the work during sex, he’s usually pretty tired
but when he lays down with you, he will spend a few minutes talking to you before he falls asleep
he can last a good 10-15 minutes before he’s too tired to keep his eyes open
so you curl into his chest and fall asleep in his arms
heaven :)
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Dream SMP Recap (April 23/2021) - The Lessons
Those resisting the Egg meet on Cloud Prime to prepare for the Red Banquet, composing backup plans and wondering if the Eggpire really is trying to turn over a new leaf.
Ranboo experiences something strange while talking to Foolish about the mansion and goes searching for some answers, confronting Sam at the prison.
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VOD LINKS:
Foolish
Philza
Captain Puffy
Jack Manifold
Ranboo
Hannahxxrose
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- Foolish picks out an outfit for the Red Banquet.
- Phil continues to work on the massive basement build.
- Puffy needs a Banquet skin as well. She meets Foolish at the Holy Land.
- Foolish shows Puffy the Nether Portal entrance to his summer home that he’s been working on. He also still needs therapy from the catmaid incident.
- They meet with Sam and Hannah on Cloud Prime. Foolish hands them all Rolexes for the Banquet.
- They discuss the Banquet. Sam says Bad told them they wanted to “turn over a new leaf.” They notice Bad used the same phrases for all of them. Foolish and Puffy are both skeptical. 
- Sam thinks they should have a backup plan. He pulls out diamond blocks, saying he can donate riches. The Eggpire doesn’t want them bringing items, but Sam thinks they should hide armor somewhere down near the Banquet area just in case.
- Hannah and Foolish leave.
- Antfrost comes over and Puffy and Sam briefly speak with him. They tell him they’re excited for the Banquet, for the hatchet that they’re going to bury and the leaf they’ll turn over.
- Right now, Antfrost is working on final preparations. Sam asks if there’s anything he can help with. Ant says they could bring shrimp for Puffy’s shrimp cocktails.
Puffy: “Well, I mean I was promised it was gonna be there -- that’s kinda the reason why I showed up, honestly, was -- was for the shrimp. And you know the leaf, of course, that we’re turning.”
Ant: “Of course, of course. It’ll be there, it’ll be there.”
...
Sam: “Is there anything specifically that we should look forward to?”
Ant: “I think just everybody getting along and you know, becoming one. Turning over a new leaf.”
- They say goodbye and Antfrost leaves.
- Sam and Puffy speak. Can they trust the other two, Hannah and Foolish?
Sam: “I know one of them’s your son--”
Puffy: “No, listen, listen. See, Foolish is innocent. He’s too good, too pure. But me and you, we’ve been here since the beginning. We’ve seen this unfold since the Egg showed up, and I don’t think they’ve seen all the bad.”
Sam: “I don’t think they quite grasp how much the Egg has changed those two.”
Puffy: “God no...”
- Sam has a plan: to set a trap to destroy the Egg if necessary. He’s hesitant, though, as he doesn’t want to destroy the Egg if they really are trying to turn over a new leaf. They can drop TNT down the tunnel right on top of the Egg. He’ll have to sneak in a lever somewhere.
- Sam wants to give them a chance to turn over a new leaf, but this is their last chance. It’s now or never to gain their trust back. 
- They agree to not tell Hannah and Foolish a thing about this. The less they know, the less danger they’ll be in.
- Puffy says goodbye and Sam leaves to collect TNT. They’ll speak later.
- Puffy wanders off and thinks to herself.
“This has to be on me and Sam. There’s no -- I trust Foolish and I trust Hannah, but they haven’t been here since the beginning. They don’t know. They don’t know better.”
“I wanna trust Bad, I wanna trust Antfrost and Punz and I wanna trust that they’re being honest and they do want to make a difference, but...just too much has happened, they’ve changed too much, and I think there’s too much to risk, there’s too much on the line. It has to be like this. It has to be done."
- Puffy goes to prepare sets of armor.
- Jack gets some Netherite enchanted.
- After Tubbo chooses Ranboo over Jack on his stream with Tommy, Jack goes and leaves a sign in front of Bee ‘n’ Boo to get back at him:
Hope you have fun owning your hotel with Ranboo
- Jack </3
“It’s the worst kind of villainy, chat...making his feelings hurt.”
- He goes back to enchanting.
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The Enderwalk Saga: Chapter One
The Lessons.
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- Ranboo is in Michael’s room. He draws the Axe of Ender for a few seconds before throwing Michael a golden apple.
- He has to go speak with Foolish to talk about the mansion about the payment. When he reaches the mansion, he finds Foolish in the library. Foolish has himself a cake.
- The mansion is nearly complete, and Ranboo is excited to move in.
- Foolish tours Ranboo around the mansion, showing him the various rooms, including a war room that Tubbo requested. Some he’s not sure about. Maybe he could get some books -- he asks if Ranboo’s much of a book-reader.
- There’s also a panic closet that Foolish has already tried out after a certain chandelier.
- Foolish tries to bring Ranboo back to the war room but loses his way. As they pass the bee on the lead, Ranboo draws his axe for a moment again. Foolish reaches it and shows Ranboo a secret back space.
- Foolish brings up the deal he made with Ranboo to thank him. Not the mansion, but the shulker box. Ranboo is confused -- what deal?
- Foolish’s voice fades away for a moment, replaced with Enderman noises.
Words appear on the screen.
Lesson 14:
If you have the opportunity to gain a favor, take it.
- Foolish tosses Ranboo a grass block to hold. Ranboo carries it as he continues talking to Foolish. He nervously tells him he’s just remembered he has things to attend to, and they can talk later.
- Foolish leaves, and Ranboo speaks to himself. He’s confused. What was that? What deal was Foolish talking about?
- He leaves the mansion and heads out from Snowchester back to the mainland. He says it must not have anything to do with the “experiments” he’s been doing. There wouldn’t be any side effects. 
- Ranboo pauses in front of Bee ‘n’ Boo.
“I remember this...I have to finish this."
Lesson 27:
Do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down.
- Ranboo is confused. Why is he only remembering this? 
- The Prime Path is splattered in red.
“He’s still in prison...can’t have anything to do with him.”
- Ranboo walks past L’manhole, eating potatoes.
“It was all going so well...why now? Because of what?”
- He heads towards the Panic Room but passes it. He’s just going for a walk. He figures he needs to tell people what he’s done.
- Ranboo makes his way down the railway.
Lesson 53:
Never fully trust anyone.
- He just has to block them out. That’s what he’s been doing this entire time. The experiments were doing well, he figured out how to cause it. He knew there might be side effects, but he didn’t think that this is what it would be.
- He heads back the other way to Tommy’s summer home, stopping on the hill and looking towards the prison. He promised himself he wouldn’t go in there again. 
Lesson 67:
Leave no evidence of what you have helped with.
- What did he do?
- It’s just because he hasn’t eaten. He eats more potatoes and starts heading home.
Lesson 94:
DO NOT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
The words flash on the pages of a book.
- Ranboo stops in front of the Nether Portal.
He has to go to the prison. He needs to find the fourth book.
- Ranboo runs back to the prison. The red splatters continue on the path leading there.
“For the greater good. It’s for the greater good. It’s all for the greater good.”
- Sam is standing outside the entrance, cleaning up the ground. Sam tells him no one is allowed to visit the prison, but Ranboo pleads with him to be let in. Sam insists that no one can go in, especially not Ranboo.
- Ranboo says he doesn’t want to visit Dream.
Ranboo: “I need to be put in the prison, Sam...”
- He can’t tell Sam why. Sam says he doesn’t need to be in the prison, he hasn’t done anything wrong.
Ranboo: “I CAN’T TELL YOU WHAT I HAVE!”
- Ranboo insists again. Just a couple years. He asks what he has to do. Sam says there’s nothing he can do that would make him put Ranboo in the prison.
- Ranboo tells him there are 93 reasons why, and there could be hundreds. Thousands.
- What if he paid Sam? Sam says no, that Ranboo’s a good person.
Ranboo: “I can’t tell you how wrong that is.”
Sam: “Ranboo I can’t put you in the prison, you wouldn’t be able to go see Michael anymore. What would Tubbo do? And Foolish is building you a house right now.”
Ranboo: “Exactly why I want to be put in there, Sam.”
- What if Ranboo put himself in the prison? Sam says he can’t. He wouldn’t lock Ranboo in there for things he only imagined he did.
- Sam draws his sword and tells Ranboo to go home.
Ranboo: “Are you gonna kill me?”
Sam: “I don’t want to. I don’t think I’ll have to. I think you should just go home.”
- Ranboo and Sam say some parting words.
Ranboo: “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
Sam: “Listen to me. You are a good person.”
Ranboo: “I am?”
Sam: “Yes, you are.”
Ranboo: “I don’t think so, Sam.”
Sam: “I do, even if you don’t.”
- Ranboo leaves.
“I know what I need to do. I’m not gonna get put in there...and I at least need answers. I need answers. I need answers right now. I need to go. I need answers, and I know who can give me answers. I know who can give me answers...”
“I have to go. I have to go to the one person I know who can give me answers in regards to this...okay. I know where to go, I know what to do. It’s dangerous, hard journey, but, I know what to do. I -- I shouldn’t have done anything. I shouldn’t have done anything! ‘Cause it was fine! But then my curiosity got the best of me and now -- now there are 93--94--90 -- there are so many reasons! That I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna remember anymore!”
“But...I’ve opened up Pandora’s Box. I’ve opened up Pandora’s Box...and I don’t know what to do. ‘Cause instead of closing it...there’s no way to close it."
- Ranboo returns to the Arctic. 
“The way that the Enderwalk works is something that I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time. But I know what can help me.”
- He enters his house and starts brewing splash water bottles.
“If I can’t get answers from anyone else...then I know the one thing that can give me answers.”
- Ranboo writes in his Memory Book: What am I?
“The one thing that can give me answers...is myself.”
- He throws down the water bottle and the screen goes black as the Enderman noises sound.
SEE YOU SOON.
- Hannah fixes up her house, making it pink again.
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Upcoming Events:
- The Red Banquet (Sunday)
- Dream SMP one-year anniversary (Saturday)
- Tommy’s plan
- Quackity’s business opening
- Dream’s lore video
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NSFW Alphabet with Wolffe
Wolffe x Fem!Reader 
Warnings: Smut (obviously), mentions of injuries
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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)
After sex Wolffe is a puppy (sorry for the pun). He makes sure that you’re alright, gets you a glass of water and urges you to pee afterwards (he knows it is important for your health down there). If the two of you are not too tired he just loves taking a bath with you, just holding you close, shampooing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Wolffe loves your lips! How soft they are against his, how pink and plush they look after kissing or when he bites them (he also adores when you bite them when you’re nervous or thinking), the marks they leave on him and how good they feel on every single part of his body. 
As for himself, I feel like Wolffe would be proud of his arms/shoulders, especially whenever he gets to hold you close he loves knowing that he is strong enough to protect you (even if you don’t need him to) or carry you to the bedroom when you’re in the mood. 
C = Cum  (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Whether he has pulled out and spread his seed on them or some of it tickled out of you, Wolffe loves seeing your thighs covered in his cum. And he loves licking it off of them. 
And as mentioned before he loves your lips, so seeing even just a single drop of his cum on them is a close second favourite. 
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wolffe would love to watch you touch yourself to the thought of him. You’ve told him that you’ve done it before, but at that moment he was too surprised to go further into the topic. One day though, he promises himself, he will ask you if he can watch. 
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not crazy experienced, but he knows what he’s doing. Wolffe is a very closed off and private person, so he doesn’t just jump into bed with anyone, but there have been times (before you were together of course) where he went home with someone after a night out.
F = Favourite position (This goes without saying)
Wolffe’s not picky, he’s fine with whatever feels best for you. But oh boy does he get off on seeing the expressions on your face when he’s deep inside you, so basically any position in which he can see your face (and kiss your lips) is his favourite. 
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc)
He is a pretty serious person in general, so he’s not exactly goofy in bed, but that doesn’t mean he is opposed to laughing every now and then. The first time you laughed, however, had him feeling incredibly insecure until you explained that you weren’t laughing at him. 
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)
Wolffe is a pretty tidy guy, so he keeps his hair groomed, but not entirely shaved off. 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
It may be surprising, but during sex Wolffe can be a real romantic. He wants to make sure that you’re feeling fine, that you’re taken care of and your pleasure always comes first. But even though it’s rare, sometimes he can be rough and have his way with you (as long as you agree of course), but as soon as he’s finished he’ll take care of your needs. 
J = Jack off (Mastrubation headcanon)
Before he met you Wolffe just didn’t understand the appeal of mastrubating. But now, when he thinks of you, he sometimes can’t help but sneak off to his private quarters or the shower and get off to the thought of you. 
There was this one time you sent him a spicy holo and let’s just say he spent some time alone after that. 
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
One word: Cockwarming. Some days he enjoys having you so close, being one with you and knowing that you only do this for him and no one else. Some days he likes to tease you, make you all hot and bothered by giving you the bare minimum, but keeping you stuffed full of him all the same.  
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Since Wolffe is a pretty private person it should come as no surprise that he prefers the privacy of your bedroom, he’s fine with your living room as well, but the bedroom simply gives the two of you more space and a comfier setting. 
He’d never say no to taking you back to his room (let’s just say he has a private room, ok?), but prefers your place, because there he feels completely off duty and there his brothers or general won’t interrupt whatever you get up to. 
M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)
Quite a few things, actually. Let’s just make a list, shall we? 
Since he loves your lips seeing you wearing a new or bright shade of lipstick, using a straw, licking or biting your lips or anything else that draws attention to your lips has him hooked. 
Catching a glimpse at hickies he left on you just make him want to do it (and you) all over again.
Soft kisses to his collarbone or the place where his neck meets his shoulder always leave him wanting more. 
Seeing you in either lingerie or his blacks usually has him half hard from the sight alone.   
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
While he loves leaving hickies everywhere, Wolffe would never leave any other kind of mark on you. He might be projecting a bit, but he remembers the pain when he lost his eye and got his scar, and is sometimes still self conscious about it, so he would hate leaving even the slightest scratch or bite mark. 
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)
Wolffe enjoys both giving and receiving, but gun to his head he would have to say he prefers receiving. Not only because he gets to see your lips, swollen from kissing and him biting them, wrapped around his cock, but also because he gets to lick the last drops of his cum off your lips and taste himself on your tongue. 
But when it comes to giving he is so skilled, it’s ridiculous. If asked you’d say he is even better with his tongue and fingers than he is with his dick. 
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)
His life is hectic, so when the two of you have time he tries his best to make use of that time with soft and slow love making. Wolffe enjoys touching and kissing every part of your body, teasing you and committing every part of you to memory for when you have to part ways again. 
Some days, though, when he is especially stressed or needy or you have been teasing him a bit too much, Wolffe wastes no time getting both himself and you off. 
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)
He’s not a big fan, but sometimes there is just no other way. Maybe you have been teasing him too much, maybe you haven’t gotten alone time for a while, maybe he just needs to know that you’re there and you’re his for a moment.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)
Here we need to differentiate: While Wolffe is down to experimenting and finding new ways to pleasure you (and for you to find new ways to pleasure him), but he’s not a risk taker. Anything that might get you hurt or end up in the two of you getting caught in the act is off the table. 
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last)
Not exceptional, but not disappointing either. He can usually go for two, maybe three, rounds in a row, and know how to make them last. If you’re planning on a long night however, he’ll have to take some breaks, during which he’ll put his hands and tongue to good use, so you’re not complaining. 
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)
He’s not a fan, but not opposed either. 
So far you haven’t used any toys in your love making, but he knows you use them when he’s not around, which makes him kinda curious. He won’t bring the topic up unless you do though, and that has nothing to do with the fact that he might be a slight bit scared, nothing at all. 
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Wolffe never teases you in public, but once the two of you are behind closed doors he constantly has his hands on you, sometimes he just wants to cuddle, but sometimes he wants to get you riled up. Maybe he whispers something in your ear, his husky voice making even the most innocent words sound dirty, maybe he lets his hands roam your body and squeeze your boobs or thighs, maybe he even slips his hand inside your trousers, whatever he chooses to do that day, you know you’ll end up in the bedroom. 
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)
While he’s usually pretty quiet he lets out soft whimpers whenever you hit a sweet spot. And on the rare occasion that he is frustrated, either because you won’t do as he says or you won’t let him do what he wants, he actually growls, much like the animal he named himself after. 
W = Wild card (Random headcanon for the character)
Wolffe is usually a dom, but on the rare occasion the two of you decide to switch it up he’s the whiniest, most impatient sub there is. Since he usually cannot refuse any orders in his day to day life he loves disobeying you to the point where it can be frustrating and you’re close to giving up and letting him take over. He won’t let it go that far, however, because even though he’d never admit it (at least not while sober) he loves it when you take control and do as you please. 
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s a soldier, so he’s strong and muscular. 
Down there Wolffe is long, but not exactly longer than average. He is quite thick though, so when he’s inside you he really stretches you out. 
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Wolffe’s sex drive is not crazy high, which he is glad of since there’s a war going on and you can’t just jump at each other whenever one of you feels like it. But there are a few rare days when he feels like he’d go crazy if he can’t have you right that moment. 
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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
No matter how tired Wolffe is, he always makes sure you’re alright before he even thinks about sleeping. Once you are taken care of, and preferably laying in his arms, however, he falls right asleep. Wolffe doesn’t get much sleep and he never sleeps better than with you in his arms. 
I’ve wanted to write an NSFW alphabet for quite a while now, because I feel like it’s a good entry point to writing smut, but most of the characters I wanted to write for already have hundreds of these, so when I couldn’t find one for Wolffe I knew my time had come. 
As I said, this is my first time writing smut and also my first time writing for Wolffe, so please excuse any mistakes. 
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theramenbandit · 3 years
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20 and 59 for the mashup au prompts. Any pairing that strikes your fancy :)
From this post here 
Describe how I’ll combine them: Co-teachers to lovers via secret admirer shenanigans.
“And don’t forget, project drafts are due next Thursday.”
So far, so good, Lena thinks as she gathers up her belongings and heads out the door of her first class of the day. She likes it here in Midvale. It’s a lot slower, a lot quieter, a lot--
Force, mass, velocity, something bumps into her hard.
“Oh shoot! I am so sorry. Here…” 
The woman who apparently was the thing that bumped into her bends down and picks her things up off the floor. 
Lena is, of course, properly miffed and halfway to a firm scolding until the woman straightens up again and Lena forgets how talking works for a moment.
Her hair is flowing in golden locks and the bluest eyes she had ever seen are looking at her from behind dark-rimmed glasses.
“Wait, you’re the new girl, right? Lena from Metropolis?” 
“Yes,” Lena clears her throat. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Sorry about that,” the woman says nervously. “Let me make it up to you. Lunch in the hall at lunchtime?”
Lena should say no. She’s not here to make friends. But the blonde is cute and her shoulders are...nice. So…
“Okay.”
“Okay.” 
The blonde gives her a thumbs up and turns to leave, but quickly turns around and jogs back to where Lena is standing mutely. 
“It’s Kara, by the way.” She extends a hand towards Lena in introduction. “Kara Danvers. I teach English.”
Ao3
Kara Danvers takes it upon herself to be Lena from Metropolis’ first ever official work friend.
-
Lena loses a fight with the coffee maker. She’d been having a bad day already, see. Her mother had called this morning, so naturally, by the time the damn machine stopped working, she was on the brink of tears. 
“Hey there, is everything alright?” Kara asks cautiously as she walks into the break area. 
“Everything is fucking dandy, thanks.” Lena growls, angrily swiping a hand at her eyes.
“Whoa, okay… You know, Noonan’s is right over there and your next class isn’t til 3, we could--”
“How did you know that?”
Kara casually points to the schedule on the board behind her.
Lena only growls again.
“Okay, you’re really wound up. Come on, a walk could do you some good.”
Kara learns that Lena is here as a middle school science teacher because she wants to prove something to her mother. And the pressure is getting to her.
“Sometimes you don't have to do amazing, just have to do your best.” Kara says reasonably. “Look, you're great and your students love you. So don't worry about what your mother says. Judge your work by the proper standard or... something.”
Lena chuckles at that. Kara was probably right. 
"Thank you. I… I really needed that." 
Kara nods sagely and continues to sip at her iced coffee. "What are friends for?" 
-
The note is simple and plain and handwritten and she has absolutely no idea what it means. Or who it’s from, for that matter.
It’s, well... It’s notes. The note contains notes. That much she can suppose from the five lines and the G-clef and the black dots staring back at her. She looks around for anyone who might have left it there by accident, but she’s alone in the faculty room. What’s more, the note is wedged between the pages of her lesson plan for today, the only thing currently lying on her desk. Frowning, she looks back down at the small piece of paper and shoves it into one of her drawers. She’ll decide what to do with it later.
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The note notes are piling up now and she thinks this might be something worth investigating. She'd gotten three more over the last week, each with the same handwriting and the same paper, but the notes on the staff (she does know some things) seemed to be different every time. She lines them up in order of the dates she got them and squints intensely at them, daring the offending dots to tell her what the hell is going on. 
-
Kara's eyes widen in horror when she walks into the faculty room and sees Lena glaring at the notes. 
Her notes. 
She quickly makes to get out again but Lena's already seen her. 
"Kara, hey!" 
Shit. 
"Hi, what's up?" the blonde responds, her voice suddenly pitchy. 
"Can you help me figure this out?" She scoots over as Kara leans into her space and over her desk. 
"Oh, they're notes," Kara tries nonchalantly. 
"I can see that," Lena deadpans. "Notes to what?" 
"Ehm, well this is a G, and this is a D… That's an E minor… It's a song."
Lena fights the urge to dramatically roll her eyes. "Do you know what song it is?" 
Dammit, this is wonderful. 
"It could be any song, Lena." 
She's still trying to dodge it but Lena is adamant. And Kara doesn't want to lie, but she doesn't want to be found out, either. 
"Uh... I could play it and maybe we can figure it out?" 
"Okay, let's try that." 
-
The music room is empty, much to Kara's eternal chagrin, so she and Lena walk up to the piano and she starts to play the notes that Lena holds up in front of her. 
"It's Elvis," Kara says simply. 
Lena soon recognizes the tune and starts to hum along with the keys. Just then, Kara slowly looks up from her seat and is mesmerized by the sight: the light is hitting Lena's face just so, illuminating the lines of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the dark red of her hair. She wishes she could stay in this moment forever. And if Lena were paying attention, she would notice that Kara wasn't even looking at the notes anymore. She was playing by heart. 
"Oh, that's sweet," Lena whispers when the tune is done. "And you never told me you could play." 
"My dad taught me the basics. The rest I figured out myself," Kara says quietly. 
"Aren't you full of surprises?" 
-
"It might be Mike, you know, that guy from the marching band? He is objectively good looking." 
"He chews with his mouth open." 
"Ooh, could it be Jack from phys ed?" He walks around with a guitar most Fridays." 
"Lena, Jack is so gay for the bar owner and you know it." 
"Well, who could it be?" 
Me, Kara wants to say. But she doesn't. She doesn't want to make things weird. 
They're sitting on the bleachers during the afternoon break, Lena leaning into her side munching on the donuts Kara had gotten for them. It wasn't hard for them to fall into this sort of easy companionship. Kara was open and friendly, and Lena, once her walls had gone down, was sharp and fascinating. And Kara fears that the feelings she's developed might ruin whatever this was that they had. So instead of being honest with herself, she just shrugs and bites sullenly into her own donut. 
"It could be anyone." 
-
People are starting to notice how often they are together, start talking about how cute they look next to each other. And so people waste no time in throwing them into each other's paths, especially since prom is three days away. 
-
“Come ON, Lena!” Kara yells as she grabs Lena’s hand and drags her to the dance floor. Lena tries her best until she isn’t so much trying as she is struggling to keep up with Kara, who seems to have only got more hyper as the night wore on. But the joy on her face is infectious, and honestly, if she got to see this every day, Lena wouldn’t mind.
The song ends and the band’s vocalist approaches the mic.
"Hey, hey, everybody, y’all having a good time?” 
The crowd whoops in affirmation. 
“Alright! Well I think it’s about the proper hour, so we’re gonna slow things down a bit starting with a classic.” 
The opening strains of a piano-driven ballad fill the air, and Kara politely extends a hand towards Lena.
Lena accepts.
Wise men say only fools rush in / But I can’t help falling in love with you
The world around them dissolves as they sway together, Kara’s hand gentle against the small of Lena’s back, Lena’s arm reaching up behind Kara’s shoulder. 
“It’s Elvis,” Kara whispers against her hair.
“It was you,” Lena chuckles in response.
“You knew?” Kara says as she draws back to look at her.
“No. But I was kinda hoping.” She smiles warmly and Kara has never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
“You’re not mad?”
“Darling, why would I be mad?” Lena lifts her hand to brush it across Kara’s cheek. “You had me at Oh Shoot."
Kara laughs as she ducks her head in embarrassment and Lena cannot help but join her. 
"I'd really like to kiss you right now."
"Please do."
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expectingtofly · 3 years
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Claire Novak's (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day
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this fic is written for @dean-has-great-taste as part of @starrynightdeancas' gift exchange. thanks sophie for organizing this, it was a lot of fun <33 and i hope you enjoy this, gen!!
*****
How did Claire find herself joining Dean, Cas, and Jack for an excursion to the mall?
Well.
Cas had texted her yesterday, with an extreme amount of emojis and emoticons that took some time to decipher, asking if she wanted to go shopping with him, Dean, and Jack. Apparently Jack needed new clothes and they needed a gift for Eileen’s birthday coming up, and maybe they could go bowling or something afterwards.
And normally she would’ve said no way because hanging out with old guys was lame and she didn’t like little kids, but she needed an excuse to get out of Jody and Donna’s weekend plans of cleaning out the garage. Plus, Kaia needed to study for a test—she actually enjoyed school, the weirdo—and had requested no distractions.
So that’s how she found herself sitting in the back of the Impala next to a carseat, listening to one of Dean’s old cassette tapes (which wasn’t too bad, but she’d never admit it).
“What’s that?” Jack asked, stretching against his carseat straps to jab at one of the pins Claire wore on her leather jacket.
“It’s the lesbian flag,” she told him. Cas looked back at them from the front seat, smiling.
“This one?” Jack pointed to the rainbow pin on her pocket.
“It’s the pride flag.”
Jack considered that for a moment before announcing, “I want one. And this one.” He pointed to the mothman pin on her lapel, then the big-eyed, green alien. “And this one... and this one, and this one.” (Alex said she had more pins than leather on her jacket, but sue her, she liked making her clothing her own).
Jack, it seemed, also liked… unique clothing. The kid was wearing rain boots even though the sun was out and overalls with embroidered flowers. He dressed weird, there was no way around it. But so did Cas, so there was probably no hope for him, poor kid.
“Okay,” she decided. “I know where to get you some.”
Jack beamed and swung his legs. “Don’t kick the seat,” Dean told him, and Jack pouted at him.
Claire was surprised Dean even let a carseat in his precious Impala. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can we listen to my music?”
Dean started to respond with a “Hell no,” but Cas spoke up first, “Of course.”
Dean spluttered as Claire connected to the bluetooth connector Sam had finally convinced Dean to install. The old man didn’t realize it was the 21st century, apparently.
“I wanna listen to Gaga!” Jack said, leaning over to look at her phone.
At first she thought that was some baby talk, then she realized Jack was into pop music. Ugh. But it would annoy Dean, so...
Leaning in conspiratorially with Jack, she let him scroll through her phone and choose which song to play. When “Born This Way” started filtering through the car, Dean groaned.
“Really?” he asked, sending her a glare in the rearview mirror. Mission accomplished.
Jack clapped along and Cas turned the music up louder. “Great choice, Jack,” he said.
Dean, for all his grumbling, didn’t turn down the music, and Claire caught him glancing at Cas, who tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat. Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile and Claire rolled her eyes. Dude was so whipped.
When they parked at the mall, Cas grabbed Jack’s hand before he could sprint across the parking lot. “You have to look both ways,” he reminded him gently, and Jack nodded.
“Claire’s gonna buy me pins,” he said, jumping onto the curb.
“Yup.” Claire pat her jacket pocket. “Good ol’ credit card fraud.”
“Woah, now,” Dean started to protest.
“You and Sam are the ones who taught me!” Claire reminded him.
“We’ll pay for them,” Cas said, opening the door to the mall. Jack skipped inside, his rain boots squeaking on the tiled floor.
“We’re doing what now?” Dean asked Cas, taking his hand. Gross.
“Come on, Jack,” Claire said, catching up to the toddler. “Let’s go get you some style.” Over her shoulder, she called, “Meet up with you guys later.”
“Have fun!” Cas called.
“Don’t get kidnapped,” Dean added.
As they distanced themselves from the old geezers, Jack grabbed her hand, and Claire startled a little. “Do you like dinosaurs?” he asked.
Someone passing by gave them a smile, and Claire realized people probably thought Jack was her younger brother. She let him hold her hand anyway. “Sure.”
“What’s your favorite? Mine is the bon-ta-sore-us.” He sounded out the word carefully.
“Don’t know. What’s the one with the spiky horns?”
“Ti-ce-a-tops?”
“Yeah, that sounds cool.”
“That’s my second favorite!” He started jumping from one colored tile to the next. “And the T-Rex. That’s Dee’s favorite. And Dad likes the steg-a-sore-us.” He peered up at her. “Did you know he got to see dinosaurs? Right in front of him!”
“You know what that means, right?” He shook his head. “He’s super old. He’s basically a dinosaur himself.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “He’s a dinosaur,” he repeated in a hushed whisper.
“Yup.” Spotting Hot Topical, she headed that way. “You should tell him that.”
Inside the store, Jack let go of her hand to grab a stuffed cat. “Claire! Like yours!”
Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” So, she still had the Grumpy Cat Cas had bought her. She wasn’t cruel enough to throw it away when the guy was trying so hard to make up for walking around in her dead dad’s body. Plus, the stuffed animal was kinda cute. Not that she was going to tell anyone that.
“Here ya go,” she told Jack, finding a box of pins at the register. She brought the box down to his level and Jack ran over to look inside.
“I want a Doc McStuffins pin,” he said, plunging his hand into the box.
“I don’t know if they have those.”
As they rooted through the box of pins, she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Dean and Cas walking inside.
“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.
“I like this store,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes. Among the pleather and black, Cas’ dingy old trench coat—over a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt instead of a suit—and Dean’s ratty flannel and boots only looked more ridiculous. She took it back—even Jack dressed better than them.
“You guys don’t have to be in here,” she told them.
“What, we’re too old?” Dean asked defensively.
“Yeah, actually.”
Cas poked at a toy and it squeaked. God, could they be any more embarrassing?
“Dad!” Jack called, holding out a rainbow pin. “Look, they have soo many.” Cas joined Jack in going through the pins and Claire asked Dean, giving his outfit a meaningful look,
“Was the Army Surplus store too trendy for you?”
“Did they kick you out of Sephora for buying up all the eyeliner?“ Dean shot back.
Touché. In a truce, she held out a pin with the bisexual flag. She wasn’t really sure what Dean identified as, if he even gave it any thought, but guessed it was close enough. “For you.”
Dean rolled his eyes but took it. “I’m not weighing down my jacket with this crap, though.”
“No, ‘course not, that would mean having any sort of style.”
“Can I help you with anything?” asked an employee with two nose rings and jewelry up and down their ears— so cool. Claire saw the way their eyes flicked between them, probably thinking they made a weird group, and she took a step back, trying to silently communicate that yes, she was shopping with them, but no, she was not as lame as them.
“Just looking,” Dean told them.
“I like your drawings,” Jack said and the employee looked down at their arms which were littered with tattoos.
“Thanks.”
“My dad has a drawing. It’s Enochian.”
The employee—Wren, by the name tag—looked at Cas with new respect in their eyes. “Language of the angels. Sick.”
Cas looked pleased. “Thank you. It’s come in handy more than once.”
The employee went back to looking confused and, starting to walk away, told them to call if they needed anything.
“Do you want anything?” Cas asked Claire, and Claire looked through the box. She grabbed a pentagram pin and, seeming to copy her, Jack grabbed another one, clutching several pins already in his fists.
“You like bees, right?” Claire asked Cas, spotting a “Save the Bees” pin. She held it up for him.
Cas’ eyes brightened. “That’s a wonderful message.” He glanced back at Dean and frowned. “Dean, they’re not going to bite.”
Claire looked over to see Dean shying away from a few emo teens. “Look like it,” Dean muttered, joining them. Jack lifted up his hands, asking to be hoisted up. Dean set him on his hip and Jack showed him the pins he’d selected. He held a dinosaur pin to Dean’s collar.
“Do you want one, Dee?”
“He’s too lame,” Claire piped up. Not for the first time, she noticed the healed over piercing mark on Dean’s right ear and pointed to it. “Looks like he used to be cool, though.”
“Yeah, guess so,” Dean said dryly. His hand went to his earlobe. “Pierced it myself, in high school.”
“I think you’re still cool,” Cas told him, and Claire fake-gagged, making Jack giggle.
Cas took the pins to the cash register where Wren rang them up. Dean added the bisexual flag pin and Claire threw in a pair of spiky earrings, because, hey, they were paying.
“15.36,” Wren told them, dropping the pins into a bag.
“My dad’s a dinosaur,” Jack told them, trying to see over the edge of the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow, Cas looked surprised, and Claire stifled a laugh.
“Claire, help me,” Jack said, grabbing the bag from Cas as they exited the store. Moving to the side, Claire helped him attach the pins to his overalls. A smiley face, a pride flag, a grinning Stitch, a sunflower, a dinosaur, and the pentagram. The pins clacked as Jack tugged at his overalls, trying to look at them all. Overall, a chaotic look, but it kinda matched his vibe.
“Lookin’ good,” she told him, and Jack beamed.
“I’m like you!”
Alright, she wouldn’t take it that far, but, “Yeah, close enough.”
Cas attached the “Save the Bees” pins to his trench coat pocket and it ended up crooked. Rolling her eyes, Claire said, “Let me.”
She reattached the pin and stepping back to look it over, decided, “You could actually make that coat look cool if you added more stuff to it.”
Cas looked down at himself. “Thank you.”
“Nothing’s gonna save that sweatshirt, though.” Couldn’t let his ego get too big.
“Dean said he liked it,” Cas said, glancing back at Dean, who was shooting an evil eye at Claire. He quickly wiped it off his face and draped an arm over Cas’ shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s uh… Charming.” He guided Cas away from Claire. “Don’t listen to her, she still thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”
“Screw you, old man,” she called. Jack skipped after them and she checked her phone to see Kaia had texted her: How’s everything going? They drive you crazy yet?
They’re so weird, she texted back. Then she added, They’re not too bad.
“Come on, Jack,” she said, hurrying to catch up with him, Dean, and Cas. “Let’s go get our ears pierced.”
“Yay!” Jack cheered. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the mall.
“Woah, woah, you’re not doing that,” Dean protested like the wet blanket he was.
“You can get yours pierced too,” Claire told him, and he faltered,
“I don’t want, we’re not—“
“You know you want to.” She let Jack lead her away and Dean called after them,
“We're never bringing you shopping again!”
Grinning, she turned to shout over her shoulder, “You know you love me!”
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calaofnoldor · 3 years
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Drug of Choice
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Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)
Words: 3,790
Summary: A night of drunken rambling leads to an unexpected change in your relationship status.
Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, very slight allusions of alcoholism/talk of drug addiction, reader likes the sound of their voice a bit too much when drunk, fluff, implied smut
A/N: written for @deanwanddamons 1st blogiversary and 2k follower celebration challenge! my prompt was “I wish I knew how to quit you“ which is bolded in the fic. congrats on the incredible milestone, sorry this is late! also for @spnfluffbingo and it fills the mood board square for @girl-next-door-writes‘ Make Me Feel Bingo challenge!
Square Filled: Kissed to Keep Quiet
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It was four in the morning when Dean finally came home, and the bottle of Jack Daniels that sat before you atop the library table was over a quarter of the way through.
The heavy thud of his boots against the bunker floor drew your dark-adjusted eyes toward his shadowy figure, while the alcohol in your bloodstream loosened your lips, "How was she?"
"Jesus- Fuck!" There was a slight commotion before the lights flickered on, forcing your eyes to shut against the onslaught of sudden brightness. "Y/N??” Dean’s gruff, alarmed voice shattered the previously eerie silence, “What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark by yourself?"
Your eyelids lifted an experimental sliver but you kept your gaze directed down at the glass of whiskey in your hands. "It wasn't dark when I started."
Dean narrowed his eyes when he noticed the slur behind your words. "Started what? Are you drunk?"
His second question prompted a dismissive snort from you, "Hunters can't get drunk; you should know that by now, Dean."
"Yeah alright, we need to get you to bed." The man of your dreams began to make his way over to you until your gravelly words ceased his steps.
"I can't sleep... you haven't answered my question yet."
"What question?"
"How was she?"
"Who?"
You looked at him like he was crazy, "You know, the girl from the bar, the one with the curly hair… the one that was climbing onto your lap when I left?"
"I don't- there was no girl," Dean stumbled. His lips were parted and his eyebrows pulled together in an ever-gorgeous expression of bewilderment, but you were too busy examining the way the newfound light danced along the lustrous amber liquid between your fingers to notice.
"Oh," you grumbled in response, sounding a bit disappointed, which only served to deepen those adorable lines of confusion between Dean’s brows. "She sure was pretty though.” There was a pause as you pondered his declaration before blurting out in disbelief, “You really didn't fuck her in the back of Baby?"
"What- No! Y/N, there was never a girl and nothing happened, OK?" He sounded genuinely serious, so you conceded.
"I'm sorry."
"Why- why are you sorry?"
"I know you needed to blow off some steam after today, after I pissed you off by fucking up the hunt." You ventured a glance up at him through your lashes and the unadulterated pain in your eyes almost had Dean reeling back in surprise.
"What are you talking about? You didn't 'fuck up' the hunt," he argued, shaking his head as if to accentuate his point.
"Course I did. I got you hurt and I nearly let that dickbag get away."
A weighted sigh escaped Dean, "Y/N, you have to know that wasn’t your fault, and it’s not like you haven’t done the same thing for me. Besides, I wasn’t pissed off, I was... I was scared, OK?”
You were about to take another sip of your drug of the night when you lowered your glass to let the irrepressible giggle leave your system, “Scared? Since when does the big bad Dean Winchester get scared? And if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking about it out loud. Are you sure you’re not the one who’s been drinking?”
“I mean, I have been drinking but that’s beside the point. Look, Y/N, why don’t we talk about this tomorrow, alright? You’ve just gotta sleep this off.”
"Pft. This isn't something I can just sleep off. Trust me, I've tried." There was a tickle in your throat that alerted you of the oncoming word vomit, but your friend Mr. Daniels seemed to be gaining complete control of your tongue; it was all he was ever good for really, “I’ve also tried drinking it away, but clearly that doesn’t work either. There’s just- so much- of it, of you… and now, now you’re in me-“ Dean’s eyes went wide but you were no longer at liberty to stop, “and I can’t get you out. Sometimes I don’t even think I want to. But I don’t think I can keep going like this any longer either… all this waiting, and wondering, and watching.” Some fragment of sobriety within you recognized how ridiculous and melodramatic you sounded and it gave you enough sense to avoid eye contact with the subject of you’re alcohol-induced speech, as if that could help you elude further embarrassment.
“OK, you’ve gotta slow down, Y/N/N. What the hell are you talking about?” At this point, Dean had moved to take the seat across from you, subtly sliding the bottle of Jack out of your reach as he sat down.
A mirthless laugh was your reply, "Of course you don’t know. Why would you?“
“What does that mean? Why wouldn’t I? Y/N, what’s going on?”
But you ignored his questions and answered with one of your own, “Why am I never enough? You know what, don't answer that; that was a rhetor- rhetor…”
“Rhetorical?”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, flailing your index finger in his direction, “Yes, that’s the word. See, even your brain is too good for me.”
“What- why would you say that? Y/N, you know that’s not true. And why do you think you’re never enough? You’re plenty enough.” Concern now painted Dean’s features. He hated seeing you this way, broken and depressed, trying to drown your feelings in whiskey; he’d figured that was his trademark amongst the bunker residents. And he couldn’t understand how someone as incredible as you would think themselves unworthy of anything. Whichever son of a bitch made you feel this way would pay, Dean swore it.
“Then how come you never pick me?” you countered simply, deciding it was finally time to call out his hypocrisy.
The accusation floored Dean. He scooted back in his seat as he stared at you with a slack jaw, utter perplexity swirling within his emerald eyes. Over the years, Dean had garnered an inkling that you felt some kinda way about him, but he never really let himself believe, and not once did he think he could be hurting you. On the contrary, he always figured it was his own hopeful heart playing tricks on him. Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure he was hearing you correctly, or that your drunken state could be trusted, though he remembered you once told him that you were always the most honest version of yourself when you drank, whiskey in particular.
“I watch you go out with waitress after bartender after waitress, but I’ve been here the whole time, and you never consider me. It’s like I don’t even exist, like I’m not even an option, like I could never even help you scratch that itch, at least not as good as any barfly across the Midwest could.” You were aware that this was getting out of hand, but you couldn’t seem to find the brakes. “But that’s not even the real problem – I mean, sure, a roll around the hay with you would probably be mind-blowing as fuck – but it would never solve the root of it, never be enough for me.”
Dean had been studying you meticulously as you spoke, your words starting a fire to the embers of his soul, breathing life into a long-forgotten hope that brought him both joy and fear. “What would? Be enough for you, I mean?” His tone took on a raw sultriness that matched the intense, borderline predatory glaze of his eyes. Needless to say, Dean hadn’t expected your sardonic laughter to fill the air, and your sudden frenzied, carefree state certainly took him off guard.
“Nothing!” you laughed, “I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me! C-cause you’re like this drug that I’m hooked on and it’s just so fucking hard to get off… I mean, it’s also hard to get off without you now, or thoughts of you anyway...” Your tangent was quickly overcome when you remembered the topic of your initial spiel, “But it’s like everything about you draws me in! From the way you reference classic literature even though I’ve never seen you pick up a book that’s not about lore, to the way you rebuild Baby from scratch like it’s no big deal, to the way you’re so good with kids even though you never got to be one yourself, to the dumb way you bottle up all your feelings and never let them see the light of day yet still manage to do so much good in the world, t-to the way you get excited over classic rock and crappy horror movies and pie, and don’t even get me started on the way you love Sam! I mean, it’s just all of it! It’s your strength and perseverance through literal hell, it’s your huge fucking heart despite the mask of swagger and charm, it’s that stupid grin you get when you make a dumb joke and Sam rolls his eyes at you, it’s just those god damn lips in general! And then you walk around looking like that!?” you gestured wildly at all of him, “I mean, who gave you the right?!”
Dean looked like he was about to respond, but you cut him off. There really was no stopping your tirade now, “I’m like an addict who can never get enough, and when you leave, I get feelings of withdrawal, and I don’t know how to fucking deal with those either… You’re so deeply ingrained in me; I don’t think I’ll ever be able to flush you out of my system. And I just-“ you took a rare pause to heave a large breath before admitting quietly, “I wish I knew how to quit you. I really do, because as much as I love you, and trust me, it’s a whole fucking lot – God, does it feel good to finally say that out loud – but for every ounce of love that I have for you, for every bit of you that I’ve inhaled, it hurts just as much. Because you don’t feel the same, and you never will, and I don’t blame you, because you’re Dean fucking Winchester and you could have whoever you want with just a wink and half a smile, and you deserve to have whoever you want-”
“Are you done?” Dean was quick to latch onto the brief respite in your monologue, “Fuck, Y/N, you really have no idea what you do to me, do you? What you are to me?” His head shook in disbelief while his troubled green eyes searched yours.
“What I am to you? I’m your hunting buddy, Dean. The one you call when you need an extra hand with a vamp nest or an extra set of eyes to scour the books, the one who stays up with you when you have nightmares about the souls you tortured in hell, the one you sing rock songs out of tune in the car with, just never the one you go to for a booty call,” you finished with a bitter laugh.
Dean’s head had never ceased it’s shaking, even as he got up and walked around the table towards you. “Only because you’re worth so much more than that. Y/N, you deserve so much more than me.”
It was your turn to shake your head. How typical, you thought as you rolled your eyes and stood up to meet his eye line, “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dean. I know you’re trying to let me down easy and that’s nice of you and all, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well, Dean Winchester, and I know there’s no way in hell that- Mmf!“ The rest of your words were intercepted by Dean’s lips on yours.
The feeling was unexpected but not at all unwelcome. There was an urgent force behind the kiss as he pushed his mouth against yours with gentle yet firm ferocity, bracing your head with large hands cupping both sides. It felt as if he was desperately trying to convey a message to you, to disprove your woeful words of self-pity, or perhaps he just wanted you to shut up. You, of course, responded with tremendous enthusiasm regardless of his intent, grasping blindly at his forearms while slotting your tongue and lips around his in an increasingly frantic manner. You didn’t care if the kiss wasn’t good for him; this might be your only chance to take what you need from Dean Winchester, if only a tiny fraction of it.
When he finally pulled back, you were both panting for air. Dean still held your head in both hands as he leaned forward to rest his forehead upon yours. “Dammit, I shouldn’t have done that; you’re drunk... Do you at least believe me now?”
A slight grimace contorted Dean’s features as his mind was suddenly bombarded by a multitude of conflicted thoughts and feelings, feelings of desire and regret and bliss and unease, but when he caught the dazed look in your eyes, Dean made up his mind, “Ah, what the hell, you’re probably not gonna remember much of this anyway. Look, Y/N, you’re wrong. I do feel the same way about you; I have pretty much ever since I saw that magnificent ass of yours.” Pausing to chuckle at his own words, Dean licked his lips, still able to taste the whiskey from yours.
“The only reason I fucked around with those other people was because I couldn’t stand not being able to have you,” he continued through closed eyes and gritted teeth before filling his chest with a deep breath, “Like today, when I saw that fucking werewolf come at you, I nearly lost it. The thought of anything happening to you scares me shitless, and I didn’t know how to process that feeling, so I let that girl at the bar get close. I was trying to fill the hole you created but it was pointless cause in the end, just like every other time, I couldn’t go through with it. Every time I try to forget about you, your face shows up in my head,” he growled in that low, throaty tone that always seemed to reverberate down to your nether regions.
“But I- I wasn’t lying when I said you deserve more than me. Y/N, you know me. I’m a broken, twisted, shell of a man. I’m-“
“Poison, I know,” you finally lifted your head away from his so that you could look directly into his dazzling eyes. Dean’s hands slid down along your neck and landed on your shoulders while yours remained on his forearms, not willing to lose all contact. “I know what you’re gonna say. You think you’re poison, that being with you puts a target on my back, that loving you is a death sentence… Did I get that right?”
Dean gave you a miniscule nod and a look of resignation as he reluctantly released you from his hold, forcing you to let go as well when he took a large step back. You suddenly felt extremely sober, the effects of the alcohol and that kiss all wearing off instantaneously, “And you hate yourself. No one hates you more than you, Dean.” Your voice was hardly a whisper now, “But that’s OK, cause I hate myself too, for never being able to make you realize that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for, that you deserve all the things you think you can’t have, that you can have them all and still be Dean Winchester.”
You watched as Dean’s eyes began to water and when a single tear rolled down his cheek, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Approaching him as slowly as you would a nervous animal out of its natural habitat, you stopped directly before him before cautiously raising your arm to wipe the offending tear away with your thumb. Your eyes seemed to be locked in a silent exchange of colossal magnitude, expressing everything mere words could not, from harrowing regret to agonizing self-inflicted torment to desperate desire. It was the yearning in his shimmering eyes that gave you the courage to speak your next words, a runaway tear of your own joining the whispered plea, “Please, let me show you.”
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When your eyes fluttered open the next day, they were greeted with the most beautiful sight you'd ever awoken to. Dean’s face was barely a foot away from yours, and the man himself was already awake, staring directly at you. He was lying on his back with his head turned towards you, while your body was twisted to face his. A bedside lamp was on, allowing you to marvel at the breathtaking perfection in front of you, and despite the booze having long since evacuated from your veins, your mouth still imparted the first thing that came to your mind, “You know, I've always wanted to count your freckles,” you murmured honestly, “Maybe map them out like tiny constellations so I can memorize them better, so that one day I could trace them even with my eyes closed.” Your fingertips moved of their own accord as you spoke, gliding softly over his cheeks and across the ridge of his perfect nose.
Dean caught your hand in his and kissed it repeatedly as his magical olive eyes continued to bore into yours, never once leaving your face. His pouty lips curved into the slightest smile as if he were afraid to rear hope yet couldn't fight the peaceful thrill you were bringing him by simply lying next to him. “You’re not still drunk, are you?”
“Not unless it counts to be drunk on you… Sorry, that sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.” You cringed but Dean’s smile broadened.
“And no hangover?”
“No, I told you, hunters can’t-“
“Get drunk. Yeah, I heard. So does that mean you remember everything?”
“I don’t think I could forget that kiss if I wanted to; my brain wouldn’t let me.” You glanced down at his gorgeous mouth before meeting his gaze again, “I meant it all, you know? Everything I said was the truth. Every word.” You moved your thumb to graze his lower lip and he puckered his lips to kiss it.
“So did I, every word… Especially the part about that sweet ass of yours.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours roamed down to grab at your butt cheek with a hefty yet tender squeeze, causing you to squeal in delight. When you settled down, he moved your hand to place it above his heart, “You know I’m no good at chick flick moments, but you can trust me when I say I’m addicted to you too.”
The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies through your stomach and your smile felt invincible. “I hope you know that when I called you a ‘drug’ I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. Some drugs are good for you. Some drugs can save your life,” you whispered as you fisted lightly at the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
“I wouldn’t go that far, sweetheart.”
“Isn’t that what you did yesterday?” Dean was about to retort but you sent him a raised brow and a look that said ‘don’t test me, I’ve got loads more evidence where that came from’ so he simply looked down with a small grin. “Does it still hurt?” You motioned to the white bandage on his shoulder where the werewolf had scratched him up yesterday when he jumped in front of you.
Dean shook his head, “Right now I can hardly feel it. Actually, it hasn’t hurt at all since I kissed you.”
The corners of your mouth lifted some more at his words. “See, that’s what I mean. To me, you’re like coffee on an early morning, morphine when I’m hurting, tranquilizers when I’m freaking out, Zoloft when the world’s got me down, mixed with a shot of ecstasy, and quite possibly the most potent form of Viagra known to mankind.” You might have lingered a moment to chuckle at your own joke, thinking ‘it’s funny cause it’s true’. Dean belted a guffaw himself and you were quite pleased as you continued, “You’re everything I’ve ever needed, all wrapped up in one beautiful, self-loathing man.” You stroked his stubbled jaw and caressed his cheek, letting your words waft softly across the distance between you, hoping he could sense the veracity within them, “And I just want you to let me love you, let me get high on you, so I can show you how good you are. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
A wave a sadness flowed through Dean and he lowered his gaze from yours. “This could end bloody.”
“I know,” you nodded, “But it’s so much better than the alternative... It was getting a bit too hard to bear, even if you were only eye fucking all those other suitors. Besides, if it means I get to kiss you whenever I want, it’ll be worth it. And if it means I get a chance to prove to you how worthy you are, then it’ll be more than worth it.”
“I was only staying away because I wanted to protect you from me, but I didn’t realize it was hurting you. I never wanted to cause you pain; Y/N, I need you to know that.” Dean’s warm, calloused palm ran up your arm, it’s gentleness in stark contrast to his fierce tone, while yours continued to cup his cheek.
Astounded by the passion behind his words and the utter beauty of his face, you whispered in awe, “How are you so perfect?” Seeing the cogs begin to turn in his brain, you quickly moved your index finger to press against his plush lips, “Shh, just let me say it. Baby steps, Dean.”
He took your finger and guided your arm to wrap around his wide shoulders, careful of his injury, then reached out to pull you snugly towards him until your bodies were completely flush, your chest heaving against his. “Well do we have to take baby steps with everything? Cause now that I’ve finally got you in my bed, I was kinda hoping you’d let me take you for a spin in it. Maybe find out if it’s really – how did you put it again? – ‘mind blowing as fuck’ I believe were your words?” That signature smirk of his that always brought you to your knees came out to play.
Your laughter fanned across his face, and the smile on your face was effervescent, “You really are one hell of a drug, Dean Winchester.”
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I Hope You Die in a Raging Inferno of Pain
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TWs: panic attacks, depicted death
Jack Manifold is ambushed on a Tuesday. He’s at the hotel, the front desk where he always is, and he barely has time to register what’s happening before Tubbo is dragging him outside. He sputters, tries to wrench his arm from where Tubbo’s holding it, but he wasn’t strong even before he died, and he’s got no chance.
“Tubbo- what-” He’s quieted by the other’s shushing.
“This is an intervention. You’re going to therapy.” Tubbo’s voice is gleeful, but Jack can parse the underlying serious tones.
He scowls even as he trips over his feet as he’s pulled along. “I don’t need therapy.”
Tubbo laughs at that one. “Bossman, I think we could all use a little, and Puffy’s offering it, so you’re going.”
“Puffy hates me.” He scoffs.
Tubbo huffs. “Give it a shot, at least?”
And Jack can’t refuse him.
.
Jack hates everything about this.
He rubs his sweaty palms on his jeans. He didn’t even know he could still sweat.
Puffy sits across from him, tapping her foot in a rhythm that makes him want to pull his hair out. She hasn’t said anything yet, seemingly waiting for him to start the conversation, and he’d rather die again than actually talk to her.
He doesn’t want therapy. He doesn’t need someone else to tell him he’s a horrible person. He can do that himself.
Eventually, after what seems like years, Puffy clears her throat, and his attention snaps to her. She leans forward, slightly, on her chair.
“So Tubbo brought you in?” She asks. He nods, once. He doesn’t look her in the eye. He really wants to leave.
“Well,” she starts with a rueful smile. “I wouldn’t usually say it’s good to drag people to therapy against their will, but this is the fucking Dream SMP. Sometimes I think it’d be good if we just had one big group session.”
He grunts something that would be a laugh in more comfortable circumstances. “Someone would die.”
She chuckles at that. “You’re probably right. Maybe it’s for the best.”
After a few moments of awkward silence she leans forward again. “So, tell me about you. Do you think you need therapy?”
He feels very small all of a sudden. He shuffles his feet. His legs ache. Everything aches.
“Dunno,” he mutters.
“I need a little more than that, Jack,” she coaxes.
“I… guess?” He wants to melt into the floor, maybe fall back into hell again if it means escaping this conversa
(Fuck)
(No)
(No no no no no no no no)
(He can’t think that he doesn’t want to think about that why did he think that joke was)
“Jack?”
There’s a bit of pain in his arms and he realizes he’s clutching them, fingernails digging in painfully. He doesn’t want to loosen his grasp.
He starts as he notices Puffy next to him. He’s not sure when she moved. She tugs his hands away gently, and he relaxes reluctantly.
She catches his eye. “What were you thinking about?”
The question is asked so gently, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, eyes darting to the floor to avoid the way they water just slightly.
“You know I died?” He asks, and his voice feels raspy like his lungs are still full of fire
(Don’t think that)
He tries to draw his arms back in but she holds tight on his wrists.
“What life are you on?”
He barks a laugh at that, something pitiful and angry and he tries not to yell.
“Four,” he croaks, and her expression twists.
“That’s not funny, Jack,” she reprimands, and he pulls himself away, stands to face away from her even as his vision swims.
“Well I’m not fucking joking, am I?”
(Wilbur told him once when it was still L’Manburg that Jack was like a small animal, or some fucking metaphor like that, all puffed up and angry to cover up that he was scared, and Jack told him they were in a fucking war, and he was allowed to be scared, and Wilbur laughed and told him ‘There he goes,’ and Jack thought it was funny.)
(This was, of course, before Wilbur killed him.)
Puffy seems to have realized he was serious, and he hears her stand behind him. She doesn’t ask the normal question, which is good, because he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“How did you lose them?”
He turns to her. She looks so out of her depth he almost wants to laugh.
“Wilbur, Tommy, Techno.”
She sucks in a breath. After a moment she chokes out, “Tommy?”
He does laugh, then, and then there’s nothing but fire in his veins, on his skin, and it burns so much. “Yeah, your fucking precious kid? The one who can do no wrong?”
Puffy hasn’t even said anything, but he’s started, now.
(Tommy once compared him to a firecracker.)
“He fucking killed me. And no one knows I died to Techno, and no one cares about Wilbur, and no one has even acknowledged or even knows that I fucking went to hell, and no one cares and no one’s apologized and the only person who even cares about me is apparently fucking Wilbur and I think he was manipulating me anyways and-”
He chokes off in a scream, crumpling to a crouch, and after a second he feels Puffy’s arms around him. His skin still feels like it’s burning and he pushes her away desperately, fighting her the whole way down, but she holds tight.
He gets tired of both trying to push her away and choke in sobs and breathes he doesn’t need, eventually, and goes limp, letting her hug him. His breaths still as he calms and he feels her tense before she realizes it’s okay he’s not breathing.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, and that almost starts him up again. “I’m sorry I didn’t know, and I’m sorry you’ve felt alone, and I’m sorry that no one’s been here to help you. But we’ll get there.”
He clings to her, then. Some part of him tells him to stop embarrassing himself, to keep the facade, but it’s washed out by the utter relief.
Someone is listening to him. Someone knows what happened to him. Someone is paying attention to him and it’s not to laugh at him or to tell him he’s an asshole or to look down on him.
(Something feels a little bit wrong, in his chest. It feels cold.)
(His fire is flickering.)
.
Therapy isn’t fun, he learns quickly. It’s actually kind of hard.
After the initial ‘guess what, I died’ he finds he likes talking about his other issues much less. Puffy encourages him to spill, and she always listens, but after every word he fears she’ll laugh or look at him with disgust or fear.
But she takes everything with stride.
He needs to tell her about his death. His mouth feels dry. He can tell she’s waiting for him to start.
“So, um, dying,” he stammers. She nods.
“You don’t need to tell me about it if you don’t want to.”
“I do, though,” he snaps before he talks a breath like she taught him to.
(I don’t need to breathe, he says, and she balks for a minute before stammering an indignant You should try it anyways.)
“The final one- The one that killed me for real- Techno took an axe to my head on Doomsday. But I didn’t go to hell immediately, I guess? I just came back to life like normal, though things were weird, and it took a day for me to just. Fall through the ground?” He can feel it now, but he pushes it away. He just needs to get the words out.
“And I was just falling and falling and I saw Her and all I could think about was how I couldn’t die until I got revenge and I was so angry and then I just kept falling and then I was on the Prime Path again.” He twists his fingers in his lap. “And then I realized I was dead and I think I might be slowly falling apart like a fucking zombie and everything’s fucked up and the only thing keeping me alive- literally, I’m pretty sure- is how angry I am.”
He looks up to Puffy then. She gets this look on her face, sometimes, like she’s shocked and appalled and sad, which is kinda starting to become a recurrence in their sessions.
“What do you mean falling apart? Run me by your symptoms again?” She scribbles a few notes.
“Um.” He suddenly feels very aware of just how unnatural he is. He feels disgusting. “Can’t sleep, can’t eat. My senses are worse? It’s harder to hear and to feel and to see and stuff. And my body hurts a lot. Like, a lot.”
She nods. “Have you noticed anything that helps?”
He looks at the floor. He doesn’t want to say it.
“Jack?”
“Um.” He twists his fingers and they hurt. “When I’m angry?”
He takes a peek at her and she gestures for him to continue.
He had no idea so much therapy is just being encouraged to speak.
It does feel nice to be listened to.
“When I’m angry, it feels like this fire in my chest. It feels like I’m alive.” He sighs. “I think it’s what’s keeping me around.”
“Your anger?”
He nods. “When I was falling, all I could think about was how much I wanted to get them back. Techno and Tommy and everyone. I just wanted apologies.”
.
Puffy asks him if he wants to talk to Tommy. He really doesn’t, but she fixes him with a look and he can’t really say no.
That’s how he finds himself sitting across from Tommy in her office. Tommy is staring at the ground and Jack pretends to find something interesting in the wall.
“So, Jack, do you want to start?” Puffy asks. He sighs.
“No.”
“You tried to kill me,” Tommy starts, and the fire flares.
“You did kill me!” Tommy shrinks back, just a bit, but he doesn’t stop.
“I came to visit, because I was your fucking friend, and you just kept going on about how no one cared about you when I was right there and you shoved me into lava! Why the fuck do you think I wanted to kill you?”
He’s seething, but Tommy just looks confused.
“I killed you?” His voice is small. Jack doesn’t care.
“Do I actually fucking matter so little to you that you don’t even remember killing me?” His voice chokes and he shoots to his feet. He can hear Puffy call his name, but he’s already storming out.
He swipes furiously at his eyes as he crouches outside. He can’t cry anymore, which is more cruel than anything, but the sensation is still there.
“Jack?”
“Shut the fuck up, Tommy,” he’s saying before he even has the time to realize that he’s fucking crying in front of him. He bristles, but Tommy has crouched beside him.
“I’m sorry,” Tommy says, quieter than he should. Jack can barely hear him, and he’s not sure if it’s just his shitty hearing or what.
“I’m so fucking sorry I killed you, and I’m even more sorry I don’t remember. I- I wasn’t doing well then. At all. I’m still not. I did a lot of things I regret.” He sighs. “You don’t have to forgive me. You really don’t. But, um. If you ever want to talk to someone about being dead.”
Jack sighs, runs a hand over his head. “Yeah, but you came back to life the easy way.”
“Puffy told me you’re, like, actually dead?”
Jack holds out his hand and Tommy presses his fingers to his wrist, murmuring something in awe when he can’t find the pulse.
Jack feels something like affection and tries to push it down, but it’s too late.
Tommy’s fingers feel like ice. He gasps when something breaks in his chest, jerking his arm back. Tommy blinks.
He puts a hand to his chest. Something is wrong. He’s pretty sure Tommy is calling his name but he feels far away.
Everything is so cold. His teeth are chattering, he’s pretty sure. He shivers.
Something is happening, he’s being moved, but he can’t tell what’s happening. He jerks when he feels hands on his arms, on his back, but they hold tight.
He’s laid on his back. Someone touches his forehead, but he can hear murmuring after a minute. Their hands are like ice.
It takes a long time for him to start to come to. He’s rolled onto his side at some point. He feels drifty, like when he first came back from hell, and that fear is enough to startle him awake.
He’s on the couch in Puffy’s office. She’s sitting in her usual chair, but she stands when she sees him blinking at her.
“Are you okay?” She asks worriedly, crouching beside him and taking his hands. He jerks back at how cold she is.
“What happened?” He croaks.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, Tommy said you just collapsed. We were so worried.”
Tommy was worried for him. He gasps again, clutching his chest. She helps him sit up, rubs his back as he recovers.
He knows what this is. He doesn’t want to admit it.
“Can you imagine,” he starts, chuckling bitterly. “Can you imagine therapy fucking killing you?”
His anger is fading, and in some cruel, sick sense of it all, it’s not a good thing, healing isn’t a good thing, and it’s so. Fucking. Unfair.
.
He tries to keep on with his life, tries to keep up with therapy, spends time with Tubbo, and Tommy sometimes, and Niki when he’s lucky, but in the back of his mind all he can think is how it will end, and it happens all too soon.
He wakes up one day and he can’t get up.
He’s so tired. He registers, dimly, that it’s not normal, but the fog in his brain leaves him unwilling to explore the idea.
It takes three days and a missed appointment for Puffy to come find him.
She stands over him, arms crossed, and chastises him.
She starts to worry when he doesn’t even shift.
There’s no pulse, no temperature to check, so all she can do is shake him, and after a few long moments he opens his eyes.
She exhales shakingly, pulls him close to her chest. “Oh my god, don’t scare me like that.”
He doesn’t quite have the energy to refute her, so he lets her hold him. His eyes slip closed again, and she shakes him.
“Tell me what’s going on?” She asks. She sounds so worried.
He’s not good at talking at the best of times, but he’s got to try. His mouth feels dry. He can’t even remember the last time anything passed his lips. He misses eating. He’s losing consciousness again.
“Tired,” is all he manages to murmur. She shifts him in her arms.
“I need a little more than that, Jack.” There’s something in her voice. “This isn’t normal for you. You told me you don’t sleep.”
“I don’t,” he tells her as indignantly as he can muster. He knows it’s not right, how he’s feeling, but he’s so tired that he can’t be arsed, and he whines when Puffy shakes him again.
“You need to stay awake, okay?”
He’s so cold. It feels like his limbs are frozen.
Puffy keeps murmuring, talking his ear off to try to distract him, try to keep his attention, and he tries to hold onto her words. They just slip through his grasp.
.
He’s falling.
No. This isn’t fair. None of this is fucking fair.
He doesn’t want revenge. He doesn’t want to hurt anymore. He doesn’t want to maim.
He wants to live. All he’s ever wanted is to live. All he’s ever wanted is safety and security and love.
And he’s fucking got it so this isn’t fair.
And the fire is lit.
.
Jack Manifold crawls out of hell on a Tuesday. He crawls out of hell because he’s a stubborn motherfucker. He crawls out of hell because he has friends, a therapist, and a way to move forward. He crawls out of hell because he has apologies to make and people to forgive and he can’t die before he finishes his argument with Tommy.
He crawls out of hell because life is unfair and terrible and awful, but he will be worse.
And there’s a hand extended. He grins and takes it. It’s warm.
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Welcome Home | Chapter Ten: Still Breathing
Finally—finally—, the day comes to rescue Sean. You honestly don’t know what to expect. Most of the others in camp aren’t much help, referring to Sean with a roll of their eyes and something along the lines of: “half a mind to let the bounty hunters keep him.”
They should be saying that about Micah, you think to yourself as you watch Charles and Arthur saddle their horses. Maybe then Dutch’ll kick him out.
Still, Sean is a bit of a wildcard to you. You won’t figure out what he’s really like until you meet him, and until then, you decide to keep an open mind. Worst case scenario? He’s Micah’s long-lost brother. Best case scenario? He’s… well. Maybe it’s best not to think about all the things he could be. Keep yourself on your toes.
You sit on a tree stump while the boys get ready. Taima is an absolute beauty of a horse, and you can tell by the way Charles dotes on her that she’s got a good life. Briefly, thoughts of having a horse of your own cross your mind. That appaloosa gelding is probably still for sale in Valentine. Maybe if you can get enough money, you can buy him.
Arthur and Charles take their sweet time packing more than enough ammo, which means you quickly get bored. Every scratchy detail on the tree stump bothers you, too. Hopping to your feet, you decide to get some chores done. Everyone’s been so preoccupied with the big upcoming rescue, they’ve neglected some of the finer details in camp.
The ax is in its usual spot, surrounded by whole logs that need to be chopped. You grab ahold of the handle. It feels lighter than it used to, and you realize you’re getting stronger.
Goodbye noodle arms, you think as you bring the ax down on to the first log. You don’t quite split it, but it’s getting closer than ever. And hello Jack Lumber.
A few chops in, you feel the muscles in the back of your neck tense. Someone’s behind you, and you’re not quite sure who. But soon enough, a low, sinister chuckle reaches your ears. Micah.
“Well,” he says. “Looks like the camp nuisance is finally doing some work.”
You slowly count to three before turning around. Micah stands by you, a little too close for your liking, and he’s got a smirk on his face that twists your gut something awful. You’ve started wearing a gun belt, and the hand that isn’t holding the ax inadvertently twitches toward your revolver.
“You know something, Y/N?” He takes a step toward you. “I think you’re starting to wear out your welcome.”
Fire ignites in your chest. No. No. Micah doesn’t get to do this, try and make you second-guess yourself and your place in the gang—especially not after you’ve just started feeling comfortable.
“Back off, you useless mineral,” you hiss.
Micah’s lips curl into a snarl as he takes another step toward you. This one feels infinitely more threatening, and you barely keep yourself from taking a step back. You’ll be damned if Micah wins this fight.
“Take another step,” you warn, “and I’ll jump rope with your intestines.”
Honestly, you don’t really expect him to feel threatened, but the odd choice in words is enough to throw him off. You can see him trying to process everything you said, which gives you enough time to throw the ax down and skedaddle.
Your heart thuds frantically in your chest as you hurry to Arthur and Charles. Micah won’t try anything if you’re with them; that much, you know for sure.
“We ready to go?” You ask as nonchalantly as you can. “If I chop one more piece of wood, I’ll have to start wearing flannel.”
Charles looks confused at “flannel,” but Arthur frowns as he glances over at the chopping block. His expression hardens when he sees Micah storming away.
“Micah giving you trouble?” He asks, a hint of something dangerous in his voice.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” You go to lean against the hitching post, miss, and almost topple over. Face burning, you settle for folding your arms over your chest.
Arthur and Charles exchange looks.
“If he tries anything,” Charles tells you, calm and steady, “let us know. We’ll take care of it.”
We’ll take care of it. How a statement so simple and so general can sound that dangerous, you’ll never know. You wordlessly nod, not knowing how to respond.
Charles leaves, then, to go saddle Taima. You look to Arthur, ready to follow him to Florence, who’s already tacked up and ready. But he doesn’t move.
“Micah been buggin’ you a lot?”
You shake your head. “Not really. I mean, he gave me a hard time when I was cleaning up Pearson’s wagon a while ago, but Hosea scared him off.”
Arthur turns to look at you. “And today?”
“Oh.” You think back to the confrontation. “Well, he called me the ‘camp nuisance’ and said I was starting to wear out my welcome.”
A glint of fury flashes through Arthur’s eyes as he throws a glare in Micah’s general direction. You shiver involuntarily. Thank goodness you’re not on a certain cowboy’s bad side.
“I’ve been called worse, to be honest,” you say with a shrug, and smile slightly when Arthur looks at you again. “I’m kinda used to it.”
He gives you a troubled frown instead of sharing your nonchalance. Confused, you feel your smile waver a little.
“What?” You ask.
“You…” Arthur begins, trails off, then continues: “You know it ain’t true, right?”
“What isn’t?”
“The part about being a nuisance. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either.”
Something pulls at your heart, something strong, and you’re suddenly at a loss for words. You’ve had so many doors slammed in your face, so many people come and go, never staying, never even wanting to stay… And you couldn’t do anything but watch them leave.
“Oh,” is all you manage around a tight throat.
Arthur looks at you some more. His eyes are soft now, soft and full of what you think is understanding. He reaches out, maybe to put a hand on your shoulder, but apparently thinks better of it and instead motions for you to follow him. You trail a little behind as he walks toward Florence. You ain’t wearing out your welcome, either. Did… did Arthur really mean that? Does that mean the rest of the gang, minus Micah, feels the same way? You can’t help but shake your head in wonder. You don’t think you’ll ever understand these people.
Once you catch up, Arthur easily swings himself on top of Florence, then hauls you into the saddle behind him. You’re starting to get used to horseback. Florence may be absolutely massive, but you don’t feel so unsteady anymore. In fact, you might actually like riding.
“We’re meeting up with Javier just outside of Blackwater,” Charles says as he brings Taima over. “Trelawney thinks the bounty hunters will bring Sean upriver.”
Arthur nods and sets a steady trot out of camp. “Good. We can probably cut ‘em off when they reach the border. I think there’s a canyon that’ll give us some decent cover.”
“Any luck, we’ll take them by surprise.” Charles urges Taima into a canter, which Florence matches. “How many do you think there’ll be?”
“For Sean?” Arthur laughs, and you try not to look too enamored. “Any pair of fools could handle him. But there’ll be a lot of ‘em, no doubt.”
Charles hums in thought, but doesn’t say anything else. Much of the ride passes in comfortable silence. Although you want to focus on admiring the scenery and marvel at the lack of, well, everything, you find yourself thinking about the upcoming fight. You may not know a lot about the past, but you’ve seen enough Westerns to know bounty hunters always put up a hell of a fight. That, and they always keep coming right when you think you’ve killed them all.
Your revolver suddenly feels heavy in its holster. You bite your lip, a little unsure. Yes, you’ve used it once at Six Point Cabin, and yes, you’ve managed to hit a few bottles, but those were honestly lucky shots. And neither of them were shooting back.
Bounty hunters, though? Different story. For as much bravado as you showed Dutch during his little tirade, you have to admit that you’re a little nervous. It’ll be your first real gunfight. You’ll have Arthur and Charles looking out for you, but you can’t help the anxiety knotting deep in your gut.
If I die, I die, you think. No going back now.
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Conversation lags for the remainder of the ride. Eventually, after crossing a small river, you’re in what Arthur tells you is West Elizabeth. It looks… well, it looks like a perfect snapshot of a history textbook. Rolling hills and open land, bison… it’s absolutely stunning.
Off in the distance, you see two people looking over the edge of a cliff. You recognize Javier, but you don’t recognize the other man, with his mustache and mischievous eyes. He smiles when he sees Arthur and Charles, then peers at you curiously.
“And who might this be?” He asks as Arthur dismounts, leaving you alone atop Florence.
Your brain goes into a blue screen of death, and before you know what you’re doing, you say: “My name is an enigma and holds all the secrets of the universe.”
“That would be Y/N,” Arthur says, exasperated. He helps you down and grabs his rifle from the saddle. “Y/N, this is Josiah Trelawney.”
Trelawney bows with a flourish. “At your service, my dear.”
You instantly decide you like him. Waving hello to Javier, you approach the edge of the cliff, crouching low like everyone else.
“Sean?” Arthur asks as he looks down the scope of his rifle.
“I think he’s in that boat over there.” Javier gestures to a small vessel upriver. “Think they’re docking to take him further inland.”
Arthur turns the scope, then gives a hum of confirmation. “That’s him alright. Giving those bounty hunters hell.”
Trelawney nods and rises before mounting his horse. Setting a slow walk, he motions for everyone to follow him. Arthur helps you on to Florence, and then you’re off once more.
“If we do this right,” Trelawney says, “we can cut them off. Remember: we’re just innocent folk out for a ride on the trail. Let’s not draw their attention just yet.”
The five of you ride toward a canyon. Ahead, you can see the boat docked at the shore, along with several well-armed, intimidating bounty hunters standing guard. They don’t look like they’re in much of a mood to negotiate. In fact, they look ready to shoot on sight.
Everyone takes cover around the bend. Trelawney, odd man that he is, seems more preoccupied with his coat than the problem at hand.
“Now ain’t the time for a fashion statement,” Arthur drawls.
“Au contraire, my dear fellow,” Trelawney says with a smile. “Bounty hunters are even more gullible than hillbillies. I have to look the part if I’m going to make the proper distraction.”
Then, before any of you can say a word otherwise, Trelawney strides confidently toward the bounty hunters. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you just know he’s spinning a tale bigger than the Grizzlies. He waves his arms in a grandiose gesture. In another situation, you would have mistaken it for part of the act. But now, along with Arthur, Charles, and Javier, you recognize it for what it is: a signal.
Arthur fires a quick shot, striking one of the bounty hunters between the eyes. From there, it’s chaos. All you can hear is the sound of gunfire and shouting. You take cover behind a rock, firing your revolver without really trying to hit anything. You don’t know if any of your bullets find their marks. Honestly? Probably not.
“Let’s push up on ‘em,” Arthur commands.
You stick close by him as you make your way up the canyon. The bounty hunters have regrouped by now, which lets them put up more of a fight. A bullet whizzes by your ear—too close for you to ignore—and you yelp and duck further into cover.
Arthur quickly lays down some cover fire, then hauls you up and pulls you behind a larger rock. You don’t even have time to tell him thank you. The firefight picks up again, bullets flying, ricocheting, sometimes hitting their targets, sometimes hitting the canyon walls. It takes nearly all your self-control to keep a level head.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Javier reloading his guns, but also just barely peeking out of cover. You look up the canyon trail. There, off in the distance, half-hidden by gun smoke and dust, you can just barely make out the silhouette of a bounty hunter—and he’s aiming right at Javier.
You steel yourself. You’re not some useless coward who needs to be protected. You’re a member of the Van Der Linde Gang—an outlaw. And one of your own is in danger.
Your anxiety flees, replaced by determination. Edging ever-so-slightly out of cover, you fire off a shot toward the bounty hunter, then duck back behind the boulder. A pained yell tells you that you hit your mark, and it’s followed by silence.
Javier looks at the fallen bounty hunter, then at you. He nods his head in thanks. Smiling, you tip your fingers in a mock-salute, then follow Arthur as he pushes further up the canyon.
It doesn’t take long for your little group to reach a clearing. Right away, you see someone dangling upside down from a tree. He’s also surrounded by vicious-looking men who you would honestly rather avoid.
Well,you think to yourself. That must be Sean.
The bounty hunters have been expecting you, and they fire several warning shots into the tree line. You duck behind the trunk of a massive pine. To your right, you see Arthur considering the situation, trying to figure out the best approach. On your left, Javier and Charles wait on a signal. You don’t know what happened to Trelawney, but you think he’s alright.
“If we can get around them,” Arthur eventually says, “we can come at them from all sides.”
Javier grins. “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”
Charles gives him a look. “Only the fish can shoot back.”
Arthur nods, then looks back toward the clearing. “Someone’s gotta get to Sean quick as they can. I got a feeling he’s gonna be bait.”
“I’ll do it,” you tell him. “There’s enough cover behind that tree he’s tied up in. I’ll be fine.”
For a long, long moment, Arthur looks uncertain. But when you give him a pleading look, silently begging him to let you prove yourself, he sighs and folds the cards.
“Alright,” he agrees. “Wait until you got a clear opening, then go for it.”
Everyone heads off in opposite directions, leaving you to prepare yourself for the sprint of the century. One by one, the boys shoot the bounty hunters, hitting each with impeccable aim. Then, almost before you’re ready, you spy the perfect opportunity.
Making a beeline for Sean, you dive behind the tree just as the bullets start flying again. You sit there for a few seconds, catching your breath. You can’t believe you’re still alive. All that time in open space, and not a single scratch on you.
“It’s over!” You hear one of the bounty hunters shout.
He sounds dangerously close to you. Peeking around the tree, you see him standing not a foot away, pointing his rifle at Sean.
Shit.
You duck back into hiding before you’re spotted. This is exactly what you didn’twant to happen, and it happened anyway. Wracking your brain for ideas, you look around for anything that could be of use.
Think think think think think think—
There’s a corpse not too far from you, and you spy a knife on its belt. Moving purely on instinct and adrenaline, you snatch it from its sheath, turn back to the bounty hunter, and shove it through his throat right in the middle of his next sentence. He stays on his feet for maybe a second longer, then collapses.
You slowly back away from him. Dimly, you realize that the fire fight is over, that everyone else is okay, but you can’t bring yourself to focus on that. All you can do is stare at the body on the ground… the man you just killed.
“You alright there, friend?” Sean asks, still upside down.
“Uh,” your voice sounds far away to your own ears, “yeah. I’m fine.”
After that, you have maybe five seconds before your stomach lurches. Doubling over, you heave violently for a while before coughing, spitting out the taste in your mouth, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“Hiya Sean. I’m Y/N.”
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