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#Am I on the Naughty List? (Jack)
lightsoutnaway · 3 days
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Am I Good for You?
PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x reader
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, dom/sub dynamics, praise, p in v, fingering, safe word mention, edging, unprotected sex, use of ‘sir’,
SUMMARY: Oscar talks to Lando about his sex life and starts worrying that he’s not pleasing you. You decide to try things a little rougher.
WORD COUNT: 3,102
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“Do you think I’m good at sex?”
Oscar asked the question as soon as he walked through the door. You laughed. He hadn’t even said ‘hello.’
“What are you talking about, Osc?” You asked. You were sitting at the counter flipping through a magazine.
“Do you think I’m good at sex?” Oscar repeated.
“Is this some kind of foreplay? It’s not really working,” you joked. Oscar looked truly distressed though. He sat down on the stool beside yours at the counter.
“Baby, I’m serious. Is it—Am I good for you?” He asked.
“Where’s this coming from?” You asked. Oscar had never done anything that made you suspect him of being insecure before.
“I was talking to Lando today,” Oscar admitted. You sighed.
“Oscar, Lando’s crazy,” you reminded your boyfriend.
“I know, but he was talking about some of the things he does,” Oscar started. “And he was really surprised that we hadn’t ever done any of them.”
“Okay?” You waited for something more. Oscar sighed.
“The way he looked at me just made me feel like he knew that I was disappointing you without ever asking you,” he told you.
“Well, he doesn’t know that because you’ve never disappointed me, Osc,” you said firmly.
“But do you get everything you want from me?” Oscar pushed. “I don’t do anything special.”
“Did Lando tell you that?” You questioned. You needed to have a word with the sassy little brit.
“No, but he might as well have,” Oscar said.
“What is it that he said?” You pushed.
“It wasn’t one thing,” Oscar told you. “He was just listing off all the things he does with his partners and…I’d never done any of them with you.” He dropped his shoulders. “I feel like I’ve been doing it all wrong.”
“Is there something you want us to do?” You asked. Oscar shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just—I thought I knew what you wanted, but I…I guess I never asked you.”
“What did you think I wanted?” You questioned. Oscar looked up at you. He had been avoiding your eyes for the last few minutes.
“I thought you wanted—I don’t know—I thought you should be treated like a princess,” Oscar finally said. You smiled at this revelation.
“You’re always so careful with me,” you said fondly.
“I thought I should be. You’re not just some fling,” he told you. “I don’t want you to feel like I don’t care about you.”
“I always feel like you care about me,” you assured him.
“But are you satisfied? Do you want more from me?”
“Do you want more?” You asked. “You’re more experienced than me, Oscar.”
“Don’t think about me,” he said. “I’ve always kept it….soft…with you.” He was quiet for a moment. “But I haven’t ever asked you if that’s what you want, and I should have,” Oscar reiterated his earlier thought. “So, baby,” he started. “What do you want?” Your eyes widened. The question was far too direct for your shy personality.
“I don’t know,” you replied quickly. “I like what we do.” Oscar smirked. You answered too quickly. You did know what you wanted.
“I do too,” he assured you. “But we could do other things. I’ve always taken the lead, baby,” Oscar said. “What’s something you think about when I’m gone?”
“Oscar, I always think about you,” you said, thinking that it was the most obvious thing in the world. Oscar grinned.
“C’mon, baby,” Oscar said. “Just because you weren’t experienced when you met me doesn’t mean you didn’t have naughty thoughts.”
“Oscar Jack Piastri, what are you saying about me?” You questioned. Oscar chuckled. His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you.
“I know you said I was the first person to make you come,” Oscar said.
“Don’t brag.” He chuckled.
“But I was second,” Oscar continued. “I think we both know the first person to make you come was you.” You blushed. Oscar was simultaneously turning you on and filling your chest with nerves. “You had fantasies before you met me.” Oscar’s eyes were hungry. “Tell me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Oscar, I don’t want to,” you whispered shyly.
“Why not, love?” He asked.
“I like what we do…and it’s embarrassing,” you mumbled.
“It’s embarrassing to tell me something you want from me?” Oscar questioned.
“Yes!” You whined.
“Why, baby? Don’t you trust me?” Oscar pushed. Your eyes softened.
“Of course I trust you, but…” You trailed off.
“But what?” Oscar pushed.
“You think I’m so innocent, but…” you started. Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes I want you to be a little…rougher…with me,” you admitted. “But I don’t want you to think I’m dirty. I like being your innocent baby.”
“It’s okay to be dirty, kitten,” Oscar assured you quickly. “And you can still be my innocent baby.” He reached out and took your hands. “But you want me to be rough with you?” He asked cautiously. Oscar had never tried being rough with you. It didn’t seem right to him. You were so sweet and innocent in his eyes. Your cheeks were burning and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you said the words though. Oscar was sure you were telling the truth.
“If that’s okay…” you whispered. Oscar kept his eyes on you, hoping he could draw another admission out of you if he just stayed quiet. “And maybe you could…make me…beg…a little.” Oscar’s face lit up.
“What do you want to beg for?” He asked at once. You raised an eyebrow. It seemed you had stumbled upon something he wanted too.
“Umm…Why don’t you pick?” You offered. Oscar grinned.
“You want me to be in charge?” He asked. He’d never been submissive between the two of you, but he’d never been particularly dominant either. The balance between you had always been fairly even. You nodded shyly.
“Please,” you squeaked out.
“My naughty baby,” Oscar started taunting. “All this time I thought you were so innocent.” His hands were on you now, sliding up your thighs. You pushed your knees together, as if that would keep him from knowing just how turned on you were.
“Oscar,” you whispered. You weren’t sure what you even meant to ask for.
“But you’re not completely innocent, are you?” Oscar teased you. “Just had this little head full of naughty thoughts while I was treating you so nice.” Oscar could tell by the way you were looking at him that he already had you wrapped around his finger. “Bedroom. Now.” Oscar had never given you a command that way, even in your most heated moments. It was turning you on though, and Oscar could see that. You quickly hurried down the hall. When you got to the bedroom you turned around and looked at Oscar, waiting for further instructions.
“We should have a safe word, shouldn’t we?” Oscar asked you. His new dominant facade wasn’t there. This was your sweet caring Oscar who always wanted you to be okay.
“How about ‘papaya?’” You offered. Oscar chuckled. He had closed the space between you. His hands fell onto your hips.
“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. “You can tell me any time you don’t like something, okay? I won’t be mad.” You nodded. “I want to hear it,” he requested.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you assured him.
“Good girl,” he praised. Your eyes went wide and you looked down. Oscar ducked to meet your eyes. “You like that, huh?” He asked. “Should’ve told me that before, kitten.” He gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head in one smooth motion. You had been at home all day and you hadn’t put on a bra, so Oscar was blessed with the sight of your plush breasts. Your nipples hardened in the cool air of your bedroom. You started to wrap your arms around yourself as a shiver passed over you. Oscar smiled. “Cold?”
“A little,” you said. Oscar grabbed your hips, pushing you back towards the bed till he’d gotten you laid out on your back.
“I’ll warm you up.” He grabbed the waistband to your sweatpants and tugged them down with your underwear. He looked down at your naked body. He never got enough of your body. You were a work of art to him. You were the object of every one of his fantasies. He couldn’t help but stare.
“Yours too,” you called up nervously. Oscar met your eyes and smiled smugly. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he pulled his shirt off. His chest was tight and muscular and he flexed his arms as he tossed his shirt to the side. He started to climb on the bed, but you whined. He looked down at you, waiting for you to explain. “All of it.” You told him. He chuckled before taking his pants off, leaving himself as bare as he had you.
Oscar climbed up the bed once he was naked and laid his body over yours, his weight holding you in place. He had his forearms planted on either side of your head and he leaned down to kiss you. He was soft and sweet with his kisses, contrasting sharply from the dominance he was exhibiting everywhere else. You let out a small sigh of pleasure into the kiss and Oscar chuckled against your lips. He started kissing down your neck and body.
Oscar’s lips fell around your nipple. He sucked and licked at the hardened flesh, bringing a tingling feeling all over your skin. You could feel the burn spreading between your legs and you tried to push them together, but found your knees were blocked by Oscar’s hips. He sensed your intention immediately. He lifted one hand and slid it down between your legs.
“Osc,” you moaned softly at the mere idea of him touching your most sensitive spots. she laughed against your body. He had moved to your other nipple after he felt he had paid enough attention to the first. You were already whimpering and whining under his electric touch. His fingers had found your dripping hole but he refused to slip them inside. You whined in protest, shifting your hips up to signal what you wanted.
“Shh,” he hushed you sharply. You closed your mouth at once. He had never displayed anything like disapproval before. Instinctually, you wanted to please him. He continued to tease your entrance, his lips moving back to yours. You were growing impatient when you finally realized what he was waiting for.
“Please touch me, Oscar,” you murmured against his lips. Oscar smirked. That was all it took for him to slide his fingers inside your warmth. You arched your back and moaned loudly at the feeling of finally being touched in the way you truly wanted.
Oscar slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. You were whimpering under his lazy movements, desperate for him to give you more. He kissed your neck, surely making marks that would be seen in any photos taken at the race in the upcoming weekend.
“Are you feeling good?” Oscar asked. His voice was low and gravelly and his accent made his words sound even sexier. You nodded. He gave you a look that told you he was expecting a vocal answer.
“Really good,” you called up. Oscar started pumping his fingers faster. You whimpered. He pushed his thumb against your clit. You whined embarrassingly loud for the fact that he didn’t move it. He snickered at your reaction.
“You’re so fucking sensitive,” Oscar commented. He was saying it more to himself than you—it was like he was bragging to himself. He knew that he was the only one who had ever had you in this state.
The tension in your body was rising and you knew your orgasm was coming. You arched your back, throwing your head into the pillows and clutching at Oscar’s body. You were just on the precipice when suddenly, Oscar wasn’t touching you anymore. You opened your eyes and stared at him, but you were met only with a cocky smirk.
“Why?” You whined.
“You don’t come until I decide you do tonight,” Oscar said. “That’s what you’re begging for.” You closed your mouth and nodded dutifully.
“Yes, sir.” You let the nickname fall off your lips with ease—you didn’t even plan on saying it but there it was on your tongue. Oscar grinned when he heard you.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Oscar groaned. “You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” You nodded quickly.
“Really good, sir,” you agreed. He chuckled.
“Then right now, be quiet,” Oscar said. That was all the warning you got before he was thrusting his fingers into your quickly, his thumb moving quickly against your clit. You whined loudly. “Shh.” The way he was hushing you was driving you up the wall and you clenched around his fingers. Oscar felt it and was spurred on. He moved faster with the hopes of drawing out another moan that he could hush you for.
After Oscar had gotten his fill of hushing you he told you to moan again, not wanting to miss out on the beautiful sounds you made. He drew you to the edge again, spurred on by the moans he could draw from you once he had told you not to be quiet.
Oscar couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He thought he might have been transported to heaven given how beautiful the sight in front of him was. Your face was contorted in pleasure, your eyes watering. Your fingers were dug into the sheets and your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead. You were whimpering and whining in ecstasy and every little ‘please’ and ‘Oscar’ that fell from your lips made him even harder. His thumb was slowly rubbing back and forth over your clit as he kept fingering you steadily. He could feel you tightening around his fingers and he knew he was bringing you towards the edge again.
“Osc,” you murmured more strongly than your small whispers. You knew that he knew you were about to cum. He’d always known your body so well.
“Yes?” He called down with a sly smirk on his face. You scowled at him, knowing he was teasing you.
“Oscar, please.” Oscar smirked.
“Please, what?” He asked.
“Please can I—ungh!” You gasped when Oscar rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls.
“Can you what?” Oscar taunted.
“Please can I cum, sir?” You spit out.
“No, I don’t think so,” Oscar teased as he pulled his thumb away. You cried out in protest. Oscar stopped thrusting his fingers, and pulled them out of your heat. Oscar watched as your chest heaved, trying to recover from the sudden theft of pleasure. “God, I should’ve been playing with you like this since we met,” Oscar groaned.
“Please,” you whined. “I want to come.”
“Oh, I know, kitten,” Oscar cooed. You sniffled slightly, a single tear slipping down your cheek. Oscar reached up and wiped it away. “Is it too much?” He checked. His voice was softer. You were quiet for a moment.
“No,” you admitted quietly. Oscar smiled, but he was worried that you were just saying it to please him.
“You promise me, kitten?” He pushed. You nodded.
“I promise, Osc,” you said. Oscar smiled in approval and kissed you.
“You want my cock now, baby?” He asked.
“Please,” you said in a gasping breath. Oscar was going wild at the desperation in your voice. He couldn’t bring himself to tease anymore so he lined himself up with you. He looked into your eyes as he slowly slipped himself into you. He moved slowly as he pushed in, making the most indulgent moan you had ever heard from him.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. He was right. You could hear the slosh of your juices with every thrust Oscar made.
“I’m not going to last long,” you whined.
“I know, kitten,” Oscar said. He grabbed your legs and pushed them up against your chest. You let out a sharp cry at the sudden change in angle. You cried out Oscar’s name and dug your fingers into his arms, surely leaning bruises. Oscar could feel you clenching down on him and he knew you were nearing your peak. He looked deep into your tear brimmed eyes. You felt the panic of having your orgasm stolen from you again. Oscar’s eyes were dark as they stared into yours.
“Beg.” His voice was low and gravelly and firm and you were sure there wasn’t a person in the world who could have denied him.
“Please, sir. Please make come. I need it so bad. I need you. I need your cum. Please, Osc,” you were crying and whimpering the words out, terrified of the idea of having the burning pleasure you felt taken from you again.
“Where do you need my cum?” Oscar pushed.
“Inside me! Inside, Osc, please!” You cried. Your body was on fire, your mind outside your body. Oscar grinned at your words.
“Come.” Oscar’s order was the sweetest sound you ever heard and you let the tsunami of pleasure Oscar had built for you wash over your body. You were shaking and crying, your hips pushing up into his. You tightened down on Oscar and he gasped, letting himself go to the sounds of you chanting his name over and over.
You weren’t sure how long it was after you came but you found yourself back in your body with Oscar lying on top of you. He was pressing soft kisses to the crook of your neck where his head was resting comfortably. Somehow he knew that you had calmed down the moment it happened.
“How was that for you?” He asked. You laughed.
“Are you joking, Osc?” You asked. “That’s the best sex we’ve ever had.” He chuckled back.
“I didn’t want to assume,” he replied. You noticed the bruises you’d made on his arms and you gently ran your fingertips over them.
“I think we owe Lando a ‘thank you,’” you said. Oscar laughed.
“I’ll be sure to let him know.” You turned your head down to find Oscar’s eyes looking into yours.
“You better not tell him everything,” you threatened. Oscar smiled.
“There’s no secrets between teammates,” he teased.
“There is if you want to do that again,” you said. Oscar smirked.
“I think we just established that you’re the one who does the begging.” You smirked right back at him.
“Maybe this time. But Lando was right. There’s lots we haven’t tried.”
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eflen-n-reegee · 9 months
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Caregiver Guardians Headcanons (Rise of the Guardians)
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Jack Frost
He loves ANY kind of game; board games, chase games, sports games, nonsense games - whatever it is, he’s happy to play it with you.
He’ll take you flying with him, but be ready for midair tricks and teasing.
On that note: pranks. Jack plays constant pranks - on you, on the other Guardians, on strangers, he just loves teasing people. He often recruits you to help play tricks.
You will NEVER be overheated again. Anytime Jack thinks you’re getting overly warm, he’ll create frost under your feet or send ice creeping up the walls.
He’s not always good at toning down his energy levels, but if you need a quiet day he’ll do his best to oblige.
North
The workshop is ALWAYS open to you. You can play with the elves, bother the Yeti, and “test” all of the toys. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes (the workshop is a very loud, busy place, after all), so you’re also welcome to retreat to North’s office if you need a break.
In his free time he enjoys carving toys and figurines out of ice, and he then imbues them with magic so they can do impossible things. Nearly every time you visit, he’ll make you something as a gift.
North will use the snowglobes to take you all over the world. Not just to other cities or countries, but to magical places no human has ever been able to see.
He is very dramatic, and loves playing pretend with you. He tends to get VERY invested in his role, to the point where his work has to be put on hold. “I can’t check naughty list now, can’t you see I am sailing this boat?”
North gives the best pep talks. He never wants you to feel like you’re anything less than amazing, and he’s wonderful at calming any fears you might have.
Bunny
The week before Easter, the Warren is insanely busy; but the rest of the time, it’s a very quiet, peaceful place. Bunny’s happy to bring you down there whenever you ask, to play or have a picnic or just enjoy the scenery.
Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll paint a few eggs for you, with your favorite colors and shapes and patterns. Then he’ll hide them where he knows you’ll find them.
He has a dozen nicknames for you, all of them affectionately teasing - ankle-biter, rugrat, nipper, etc.
He HATES cold weather… but if you really want to go out in the cold, he’ll always join you.
Any time you get tired of walking, he’ll set you on his back and run. He’s very fast, and it might be a little frightening at first, but he would never let you fall.
Tooth
Obviously she insists that you brush and floss daily, but she finds ways to make it a fun activity.
She’ll happily hold you on her hip while she’s hovering or flying near the ground. (She doesn’t like to take you too high in case you get scared.)
Out of all the Guardians, she’s the best at handling scraped knees or bumps on the head… but her bedside manner takes a little getting used to. “Oh, I know it hurts sweetie, but look! This bruise is such a pretty shade of purple!”
Tooth loves sitting with you while you’re asleep. If it weren’t for all the work she needs to do, she’d stay with you all night - she loves seeing you so peaceful and content.
Thanks to her abilities as a Guardian, she’s able to help you remember the most important moments in your life. These memories aren’t inherently good, but they are the moments that helped shape the best parts of your character. She’s happy to share them with you whenever you need them, and she’s already ready to comfort you if some of the memories cause negative feelings.
Sandy
He can help ANYONE fall asleep. Clinical insomnia, stressful day, too much caffeine - Sandy can knock you out in a moment if you want him to, with guaranteed good dreams to follow.
But, if you like staying up late, that’s fine too! Sandy is happy to take you along while he makes his rounds, showing you the night sky in different parts of the world.
He creates various animals or objects to send into people’s dreams. He’s also willing to make little toys or creatures for you to play with.
Sandy is a great listener. If you need to talk about your troubles, your bad day, your personal worries, he’s always there. Afterwards, he’ll offer to weave you a dream where things are different. Or, if you just want to get it off your chest and then move on, that’s fine too.
On a slightly related note, he’s fantastic with quiet kiddos. While the other Guardians might try to fill up silent moments with chatting, he doesn’t care if you never say a word. Your company is alway enough.
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etfrin · 2 months
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JACK FROST'S "AM I ON THE NAUGHTY LIST" AHHHHHHH
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thewickedlywenchy · 5 months
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Happy Monday!! I hope y'all had a great weekend! It's cloudy and rainy and cold here. Yes anything under 60 is cold to this southern girl and today's high is supposed be like 56. Ick!!! My regular depression and seasonal depression may have a head on collision and cause my brain to implode.
Luckily I'm pretty happy today despite the lack of sunshine! Just know if you have have this issue to, you aren't alone and it's really ok to not always be ok.
So, stay warm, and go forth and be the badass that I know you are!!
And hello to all the new followers!! Feel free to let me know what you would like to see more of BUT keep on mind that I am on tumblrs shit list and they keep blocking me from posting the really naughty stuff. Not that it keeps me from trying. But my blood type is feisty and non-compliant and I think it's bullshit that I can open my dashboard at pretty much anytime and see men jacking off, jizz flying everywhere, spread pussies and straight up,hard core fucking (all of which I am a big fan of btw) BUT if I have a rubber dick between my titties that's "too much". Who gets to decide that??? Is my rubber dick bigger than tumblrs? Make it fucking make sense!! @staff
Ok.....rant over.....I got carried away. Sorry, but it WILL happen again!!! #justice4titties
Big squishy hugs! And if I get banned, I screenshot everyone's screen name and will be in touch!
Have a great day!!😁
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allylikethecat · 4 months
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i hate inflicting more pain onto him but you do "insecure matty comforted by g" so well, could we get a little snippet on him reacting to all the "twink death" posts on twitter 🥹
HELLO KIND ANON!
Thank you so much for going rogue and just like... sending me a prompt that wasn't on any kind of list. If anyone else wants to just... send me a prompt situation from the depths of their mind I am HERE and READY for it!
This little snippet ended up being 2k words and I'm not totally sure how that happened and I was going to try and cut it down some but then decided that this was my blog so I can do what I want and we are full send posting the entire thing. I'm not sure if this is what you are looking for, but here we are! Also I mean no offense to anyone with this one (Fictional!Matty per the prompt is upset about the Twink Death posts and it sends him spiraling about his relationship with fans and also fictional!George) and I hope you enjoy it! Also I 100% made up the twitter handle and I mean no offense if there is anyone out there with that handle.
Thank you so much and let me know what you think!
❤️Ally
Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore. His therapist had told him so, George had told him so. Social media was a cesspool, it wasn’t real life, and it only ever served to bring him down. Matty knew he had an addictive personality, and a short attention span, so sometimes it felt like social media had been made just for him, projecting colorful, easily digestable, bite size bits of information right to his brain. (Rationally he knew that was the entire point of an algorithm but that didn’t mean it made him feel any less special.)
Scrolling through Twitter was like pressing on a bruise, he couldn’t help but love the sting even though it only hurt him. Whenever he went on Twitter he ended up doom scrolling until he sent himself into a depressive spiral, focusing on all the people who hated him and wanted him to overdose and die, which he then coped with by getting drunk and posting the wrong thing. 
Matty knew he wasn’t supposed to be on Twitter anymore, but George was distracted and Matty was too tired to even sleep and apparently a masochist as he settled onto the hotel bed and re-downloaded the app, a white X on a black background instead of the blue bird he had grown to love to hate. He logged in quickly with one of his many burner accounts, a ‘75 fan account that no one had even joking speculated was actually him. A tingling thrill of anticipation moved up his spine, not unlike the buzz he used to feel when he went out to score, as his feed loaded. He quickly glanced over at George guilty, who was still staring intently at his laptop, sitting at the hotel desk, headphones on, working on something. He felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar, just asking to be caught and disciplined.
Confident that George wouldn’t be paying him any mind, at least for a little while, Matty began scrolling. There were fans proclaiming their love for him, and that they wanted to have his babies, invasive fan theories about him and Ross of all people that couldn’t be further from the truth, pictures of Taylor in Brazil, then more pictures of her pretending she gave a rat's arse about football. Sandwiched between a gif of a cat falling off of the counter and a tweet proclaiming Jack Antanoff a chaos gremlin Matty saw it.
He nearly scrolled past the two pictures posted side by side. If he was going to be naughty and looking through twitter, he was going to at least try and avoid too much of his own press, but he couldn’t help but stop. It was a picture of him from 2014, he was on stage, clutching a microphone and a cigarette in the same hand, his pale blue button down half unbuttoned and nearly slipping off his shoulder, his collar bone jutting out razor sharp. His curls were overgrown and unbrushed, falling around his face, a dark curtain he used to desperately hide behind. He had a vague memory of that day, at least he thought it might have been that day. He had been wearing that shirt the first time George kissed him for real. It had been the last time he had worn the shirt as well, the buttons hadn’t survived George’s eager hands. 
The other picture was from a few nights ago, a tight gray tee shirt clinging to his chest and biceps, the mustache he had grown back at George’s sheepish request twitched in amusement. He looked so much healthier in the second photo, and he was surprised to see it, surprised to see how stark the contrast was. He was pleased that the fans were seeing it too, that they were seeing how much work he had been putting into himself. He wasn’t hiding behind his hair anymore, hence the shorter curls. He was eating better, he was working out. He was trying not to drink as much, he was trying not to smoke as much. He was, after years of therapy, and a few hospital stays that he was happy never actually made it into the press, and more patience and support from George than Matty was sure he deserved, he was actually doing well. The new combination of medication was helping, even if he didn’t want to admit it. 
Then he saw the caption. Twink Death. He blinked. What did they mean, twink death. He was actively taking steps to better himself and healyslut69 was clearly being ridiculous, acting like a piece of him had died. He was the same person, he just wasn’t twenty five and addicted to smack anymore. Not that he had ever been a twink in the first place. He was a manly man, thank you very much. He clicked on the tweet, eager to scroll through the thread and see the replies calling out healyslut69 for being absolutely ridiculous. Twink Death, he scoffed, absolutely ridiculous. That was until he saw that all of the replies were in agreement with healyslut69. They were all mourning his alleged twink death.
He let out a little whine of frustration, then quickly glanced up from his phone to make sure George hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, George was still engrossed in whatever track he was working on, headphones on, clicking away. This is absolutely ridiculous, Matty thought, thumbing away from the thread to go back to his feed. This group of fans didn’t know what they were on about. He frowned as he saw another post relating to the topic, then another, and then another. He swallowed hard. Maybe healyslut69 wasn’t the one that was wrong. Maybe he was. 
He scrolled up, finding the original tweet once again. He looked at the two photos, bringing his phone up closer to his face to examine them as if he wasn’t looking at the face he saw in the mirror every morning. Maybe he didn’t look like the same person anymore. Maybe it was more than just getting clean, cutting his hair and gaining at least a stone. Maybe a piece of him really had died. He swallowed hard, his thick smoker’s saliva catching in his throat causing him to cough wetly. At that George did turn his head, lifting one of the headphones away from his ear. 
“You ‘right?” George asked, frowning, as he took in the look on Matty’s face. 
Matty quickly waved him off. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong,” he said, flashing George a thumbs up.
George frowned but turned back to his laptop anyway and Matty went back to his phone, clicking on the original tweet must have triggered something in his algorithm because he was suddenly bombarded with posts about how much he had changed, how much the fans wanted the “old Matty back” how they wanted to “Make Matty Gay again” as if he wasn’t in a fucking relationship with a man and had been for the past nine years. 
The more he read the more the self doubt started creeping in. It was slow at first, and he almost didn’t notice it. It was like frostbite, creeping through his body, overwhelming his senses without him even realizing until it was too late. He pressed the side button to lock his phone and tossed it onto the bed, where it proceeded to slide off the sheets and land on the floor with a clatter. He let out a groan of frustration and self pity, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. He just couldn’t fucking win. 
“Okay,” said George, taking his headphones completely off and spinning around in the swivel chair to look at Matt, quickly glancing at his phone on the floor, then back to Matty. “What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing,” said Matty stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling ridiculous for even being upset that some faceless fan account was mourning his supposed “twink death,” even as his lower lip began to tremble. Fuck Matty though, unable to meet George’s gaze and the loving concern he knew he was going to see painted across his face. He was going to start crying. He froze, feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. What if George didn’t find him as attractive anymore, what if George missed how he used to look, all skinny and delicate, with long messy hair, sucking on a cigarette instead of eating breakfast, lunch or dinner. 
What if that was why their sex life had gotten less active as they got older. They still had plenty of sex, and Matty had always been satisfied, but what if that was the reason the shirt destroying urgency was gone, what if that was why George wasn’t tossing him onto the nearest surface at every opportunity anymore. Matty had thought they were just getting older, maturing, leveling out, but what if George just wasn’t as attracted to him anymore?! What if that was why George had wanted him to grow the mustache, what if he was trying to find some new way to make sleeping with him less of a chore. 
Matty couldn’t help it, he looked up, at kind, sweet, understanding and supportive George, who forced himself to fuck him even though he wasn’t attracted to him anymore, and instantly burst into the tears he had been fighting. 
George blinked in surprise, clearly he hadn’t been expecting that. He stood up, closing the distance between them as he sat down next to Matty on the bed, carefully pulling him into his arms even as Matty kept his hands pressed to his face. 
“What’s wrong, love,” said George softly, rubbing a large hand in careful circles against Matty’s back. “Did something happen? Is your family okay?” 
Guilt burned in Matty’s stomach, as he pressed his hand to his mouth as if he could push all the upset back inside of his chest, as if he could swallow it back down to his belly where it belonged. 
“They’re fine,” Matty said with a hiccup, “I’m fine, sorry, fuck, I’m fine,” he rubbed at his eyes, even as his breath hitched, “you can get back to work, I’m fine.” 
“Matthew,” said George softly, pulling Matty’s hands away from his face. “Something is clearly wrong, what can I do to help?” 
George’s kindness just made Matty cry harder, burying his face in George’s shoulder. He knew he was being extremely dramatic and over the top right now, crying because some fans on the internet were mourning his alleged “twink death” was ridiculous even for him. But it wasn’t just about the fans on the internet, it was hundreds of little things he had pushed down until he just couldn’t take it anymore and it all boiled over. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be famous anymore, he wasn’t sure he ever had. 
It was the fans that seemed to hate him always criticizing his outfit choices, the ones complaining about the set lists he painstakingly put together, the ones who complained that he didn’t talk enough during gigs, and the ones who complained when he did. It was the fans, and not fans, that took every word he had ever spoken ever, and twisted it round in circles until it didn’t even make sense anymore. It was the ones accusing him of being the worst person alive. It was the ones wishing death upon him and his loved ones. It was the way that no matter what he did, no matter how much of himself he gave to the masses, it was never enough and never what they wanted. He was just so fucking tired, and seeing that tweet broke something inside of him in a way that he hadn’t been expecting. It filled him with even more self loathing and doubt, why had he even bothered to get clean, why had he even bothered to try and get healthy, everyone liked him better strung out anyway it seemed. 
“Just some dumb fans on the internet,” said Matty quietly, trying to get his breathing under control, George was still rubbing his back soothingly.
“Matty,” said George sadly, his heart breaking. He wasn’t going to address the fact that they both already knew Matty wasn’t supposed to be looking at Twitter. 
“Do you,” said Matty, pulling away slightly, needing to hear the words straight from George’s mouth, needing to rip the bandaid off. If George didn’t like him like this he would figure it out. He’d lose the weight again, he’d grow out his hair. “Do you,” he swallowed hard, “do you still like me?” 
“What kind of absolute bullshit question is that?” George asked, “of course I like you Matty, I fucking love you.” 
Matty swallowed again, weighing his words. “Are you, are you still attracted to me?” 
“Jesus Christ Matty,” said George, “what is this about? Yes I’m very much still attracted to you, always have been and always will be.” 
“Even though I’m not as,” Matty could bring himself to say the word, “delicate anymore?” he asked instead. 
“What do you mean?” George asked not following along. Matty sighed and pulled away from George’s arms, leaning over the side of the bed to retrieve his phone. He unlocked it, keeping his eyes down cast as he handed it to George.
George frowned, looking over the tweet, a crinkle forming between his eyebrows. He relocked Matty’s phone without saying a word and reached over to set it on the nightstand. 
“I,” said George leaning in and pushing Matty onto his back so he could hover over him. “Love you.” He kissed Matty’s deeply, licking into his mouth, before nipping lightly on his lower lip. “And I will always love you and think you’re the sexiest man alive.” 
“Even though I’m not a twink anymore?” Matty couldn’t help but ask even as he felt George’s erection digging into his thigh. 
George snorted. “If anything, it’s even hotter that I don’t have to worry about hurting you.” 
Matty couldn’t help the grin that broke out across his face, and George couldn’t help but kiss it away. 
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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years
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SCOURGE OF THE STARS ‧₊˚✩彡
“What should I do? I'm just a little baby. What if the lights go out and maybe. And then the wind just starts to moan outside my door. He followed me home.” - Shivaree
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DBZ HALLOWEEN EVENT Oct 1 - Nov 1 REQUEST STATUS: OPEN / CLOSED
Conditions & Characters Updated 9/17/22
Event Open early due to scheduling 🎃 9/29/22
Find completed requests here 10/4/22
Accepted requests tracking below, will keep updated 10/27/22
Happy Halloween! 🎃 requests are closed, thank you for participation! I will continue to wrap up as many accepted requests until Nov 7th. 10/31/22
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Intro—
Welcome to my DBZ Requests event! Thanks to the support of some good friends, I was able to kick off this idea in the spirit of Halloween and will be open to requests for the entire month of October!
The Villains of DBZ are taking over the requests! And they've brought the wicked variants of the saiyans with them. Be as dark, spooky, naughty, and creative with your requests. Or just carve a jack-o-lantern while deciding on Halloween costumes with your favorite villain or saiyan who adores you. So long as they meet the conditions of the theme, anything goes!
This will contain 18+ content so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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Accepted Request—
Yandere!Frieza Tail Play - WIP
Goku Black Trick or Treat - WIP
Raditz Halloween Party- WIP
Goku & Vegeta x Majin!Reader
Beast Gohan Corn Maze - WIP
Depraved Warrior Broly Hurt/Comfort
Vampire!Goku
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Conditions—
✧✧ Askbox will be open for requests starting Oct 1st and will remain open thru Oct 31st. No requests are accepted on or after Nov 1st. ✧✧ Please adhere to the request rules already in place for what type of requests I do and do not accept. ✧✧ safe for work and "naht safe" for work requests are accepted! ✧✧ Apologies in advance if I happen to not get to you, but any requests not completed by Nov 7th will not be answered later & will be cleared from the askbox. ✧✧ There is no set limit to how many requests one person can submit. Just bear in mind I am one person with a full-time job working the requests, so I'll do my best to get to as many as I can! ♥ ✧✧ Large fics/series will be put on hold for this time to focus on the requests. ✧✧ I will be accepting requests for Villains or Villainous versions of the characters I already write for ( see list below ). In addition to this, I will accept the reverse character x villainous!reader and Halloween-themed requests with the normal characters, villains, and AU villains (ex: dressing up in costumes, trick or treating, visiting a haunted house, binging horror movies, dark/yandere characters, hay rides through the pumpkin patch, etc.) I encourage you to be specific with your requested character. ✧✧ Any requests not fitting the theme will not be accepted at this time. ✧✧ You do not have to use the AU version of the characters I recommend! Be as creative as you like with the request. Consider it accepted unless otherwise stated. ✧✧ This is my first time writing the villainous characters of the series so my characterizations may be a little off to fit the requests. ✧✧ All requests will be tagged as SOTS* which you can track on my blog to find them without searching through the My Writing or Requests tags. This will be updated on the welcome post soon.
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Characters—
✧✧ VILLAINS: Villains are their canon appearance with variations being AU versions.
Raditz The Saiyan Elite Variations: Royal Guard Elite (Planet Vegeta AU) Android S (RR Android)
Bardock Slayer of Civilizations Variations: Tyrant Killer (Destroyer of Frieza) Masked Time Breaker (XV2)
Frieza Galactic Emperor Variation: God of Destruction (Lord Beerus' Protégé)
Cooler Prince of Tyranny Variation: Emperor of The Galaxy (Inheritor of the King Cold Force)
Perfect Cell The Immaculate Weapon
Turles The Renegade Terror Variation: The Galactic Usurper (Saiyan God AU)
Buuhan ( Gohan Absorbed ) Chaos Embodied Variation: Buugito (Vegito Absorbed)
Goku Black The Black Divine
Dabura The Demon King Variation: Time Breaker Demon King (XV2)
Super Android 17 The Ultimate Android
✧✧ AU VILLAINS: I use the term AU lightly as they're mostly the "canon" variation of the characters and some fun spin on their characterizations.
Kakarot The Adept Lower-Class - Saiyan of Planet Vegeta Variations: Ruler of Earth (Sent to Earth AU) Super Oozaru Goku (Corrupt SS4 AU)
Prince Vegeta IV Prince of Destruction - Conqueror of the Galaxy Variations: King Vegeta IV (Planet Vegeta AU) Majin Vegeta Super Baby Vegeta
Broly The Exiled Saiyan - The Legendary Super Saiyan Variations: The Forgotten Saiyan (Feral AU) Depraved Warrior (Planet Vegeta AU)
Gohan The Raging Berserker - Ox Prince of Fire Mountain Variations: Super Baby Gohan (GT AU) Corrupted Beast Gohan Legendary Super Saiyan (Pre-Buu Saga AU)
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For the Love of Fic: January 10
This fandom is severely prolific and I am a slooooowwwww reader. I envy those of you that can read fast (even moreso those who can write fast). I throw my hands up on trying to keep up. I do what I can.
But I did love a fair few this week...
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🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!
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MAXWELL LORD
I Wish You Worked by @missredherring 🪐 Rachel starts off strong on her Year of Wishes with this Max!Genie AU. Begining with one of my favorite crystals--a champagney, honeyed citrine--we get to feel the pull toward the stone, the longing for something more, and when there’s reason to yearn for the happiness and prosperity the stone is meant to deliver, our hero makes a glorious appearance. I am not a Maxwell stan, but I have the feeling that Rachel’s gonna make me see the light.
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PERO TOVAR
And You Would Be There Too by @leslie-lyman Tess and Pero from Stranger at My Gate returns and I’m so frikin happy I could and did and will again scream. Leslie ruined me for life by putting him in a black cable-knit sweater in a light snowfall and I really cannot put that image out of my mind. This little check in with them deals with feelings of jealousy and claiming, and in all the right ways. It’s spicy and sweet together and that’s my favorite flavor combo. Tess isn’t the only witch who can cook it up, I see. 
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EZRA
Kernow - Postcards by @honestly-shite A bite-sized peek in at painter Ezra and his lady, in a bitingly-chilly morning while he’s fixing her a bite to eat. But all he wants to do is take her everywhere. It’s a simple moment, pretty and sweet and hot and I want to live in it forever.
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MARCUS PIKE
The Saltwater Room (i): Saw You In The Low Light by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 So the first of her video game AUs is based on Raft, which seems like a fascinating game of sailing a flooded world in search of resources. Coming upon a strange man who is unconcious and tied up on his own raft could mean danger, but I’m glad the reader takes a chance on him. Excited to see what’s next...
Closing Time by @insomniamamma 🪐 It’s not a great new years--he’s getting dragged out by his coworkers and she’s been dumped by her boyfriend just minutes before midnight. But the way they find each other in a bar, the way they find someone to cling to and lean on, the offer of blueberry pancakes...this has my little heart melting over Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.
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DIETER BRAVO
Afterpary Blues by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Even if it started as a PR relationship, even if he can be a bit of a disaster, and even if their agents can’t agree, I 100% it’s in the reader’s best interest to take him back. I mean. I would. Especially if I knew he was jealous of me dancing with someone else....
Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo by @elegantmusicdragon A quick and precious installment in the animal trainer series (and yes, Margie the goat is present and being sweet). There is one question being asked. One question. And Dieter keeps skirting it. His answer broke me... 😂
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DIN DJARIN
untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun This chef!Din x critic!reader piece made me feel so so much. I’m still sitting here shocked by it. When a make-or-break food critic comes to Din’s place of work he isn’t bothered so much about what she’s going to say as what she feels. It’s such a visceral piece, tasty and warm, and I’m just sitting here thinking... more.
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JAVIER PEÑA
Naughty List: A Pedrostories Secret Santa Gift Fic! by @something-tofightfor After everything he’s been through, Javi needs time to settle into accepting his feelings...just like the reader needs to settle into being intimate with the prettiest agent to come on back to Loredo. Hence a naughty list, and his complete and sweet acceptance of everything she asks of him. And I melt.
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JACK DANIELS
Lovely Weather by @the-blind-assassin-12​ The way he plans this getaway for his lady, the care he takes in preparing surprises, the delight he gets in seeing her happy, the absolute perfection this man is when he loves someone. I want it. I want it all. What a perfect Christmas.
Over Ice by @haylzcyon  My gods, I love the fluff here. Fake marriage is a normal Spy Thing™, but it also might just be the thing that convinces someone to see you as true potential. I mean, especially when you add in hot chocolate and ice skating and a good heaping of yearning-in-denial. I would love to get paired up with Whiskey in the field--he’d never let you fall. Nor, it seems, you him. And can Halyz write a good kiss? Mm!! *fans self*
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FRANKIE MORALES
Let it Snow (ii) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights A lot happens in this chapter and much of it is sweet and cute and these two getting to know each other a lot better. There’s some mistletoe and some outdoor activities. Some past-sharing and some warmth-sharing. But I gotta say that Alba and Ollie Clark are my new favorite couple and I love their meddling. I would love to spend Christmas with them. It would be, as the kids say, “a hoot.” But many feels were had in this fic, including some hard ones at the end of this chapter and I’m giving the loving stink-eye to Birdie and Laura until the next chapter....
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JAVI GUTIERREZ
Happy New Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime This is such an easy meet-cute, a simple evening of falling for each other, a want-to-know-you-better first date. The fact that he’s willing to meet her where she is--literally--just to take her out to dinner has my heart swooning...
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GUEST STAR BLORBOS (DAVID HARBOUR EDITION)
NIKAMUND THE RED
Santa Baby by @writeforfandoms Okay, it hurts me to say that I’ve got a yearning for Santa...but it’s Violent Night Santa whose a bloody Viking and is broad and brawny and cynical and covered in tattoos and I can’t help it. And then Jen goes and writes a smut with him and I’m kind of in a tailspin....
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I’ve figured out yet another reason I have Too Many Feelings about the Robin Hood show with mullets and a synthesizer (yes, I am furiously and semi-resentfully justifying things to myself.) Again, ‘ros nonsense’ is the tag to block if you don’t want to be dragged into this.
Anyway! Implausibly enough, this show apparently has more research used better than... uh... most or at least much medievalist media. Which means, in turn, that I do not have to wonder how things work in this Fantasy Medieval World. Barring the stag god and the paganism and the black magic practiced by everyone from barons to nuns -- a significant but also fairly self-contained list -- I know how things work in this world.
Which means, among other things, that I know what Robin and Much’s shared childhood would have been like. If Much is maybe 18 in the pilot, then he’s a sturdy toddler when Robin of Locksley gets set down on their doorstep with a promise that his father can’t keep. So Matthew and Alisoun (I’ve decided her name is Alisoun) take the boy in. Much must have been a late child, a single child, but Alisoun kisses away the tears of the motherless boy in a strange place. When Ailric never does come back, well, that’s that. A village burns, and a good man dies, and she and Matthew impress upon the boy that for his own safety, he must never, ever be Robin of Locksley, but only Robin who lives at the mill. But for all that, Locksley is not forgotten.
Robin is a watchful child, and to Alisoun’s mind, a little too given to thinking. He speaks little of his griefs. But as it is Much who, the day of Ailric’s funeral, slips a hand into Robin’s as they stand in the churchyard, so it is Much, she finds, who will put his arms around his brother’s neck on the days when the older boy is more than usually silent. And so they grow up. It is Robin’s job to look after Much in the village lanes and beyond them, to make sure that he comes to no harm when the boys are swimming in the river. Alisoun worries, of course. But she and Matthew are too busy with making sure that the donkey is fed and the mill runs and the taxes are paid to worry overmuch as long as the boys are home by suppertime. She does worry, the day that Much runs into the mill weeping and alone, to explain that some of the others have been shouting words he did not understand, and that young Jack (always a bad lot, in Alisoun’s view) threw a stone.
Alisoun has long feared the day that other children would first call her sweet son names. But she hushes and soothes him and tells him that he need not mind others’ shouting, and that Jack was very naughty to throw a stone. Matthew, leaving the donkey to do his work, swings down the street with a growl and a curse, suggesting that words will be had with Jack’s father. It is only at this juncture that Alisoun looks around and thinks to ask about her other son. Much sniffles, and says that Robin told him to go home. Alisoun gives the boy bread and honey, and tries not to worry. When Robin does come home, there is blood on his face; his collar is in Matthew’s hand. But Matthew cuts short her exclamations by observing that Robin knocked Jack down, and perhaps they could all have bread and honey. Alisoun is very careful not to smile.
They grow up startlingly different, her boys. Matthew observes one night, not quite ruefully, that neither of them thinks like other people. And Alisoun sighs, and says that’s true enough. She still finds Robin a little too watchful, a little too silent. But he is a gentle lad, for all that. She has to remind herself of that sometimes, as the edges of him grow sharper, as he roams restless through the forests which are the king’s. And when he kisses her, and tells her not to ask about the meat that keeps the village fed in the winter -- well, she does not ask, though she knows he and Much never got that from the rabbit traps. Alisoun tells herself firmly that Robin will be all right, that they all will. In good time, Much will take over the mill from Matthew. And if Robin, with his restlessness, does not stay to do the accounts, she and Much will manage until Much takes a wife. They’ll be all right, her boys. She tells herself this until the day it isn’t true. She waits, sick at heart, for news of a public hanging. But the news does not come. By the time the mill is almost serviceable again, she begins to hear stories about outlaws. And when the weather begins to turn cold, she finds meat on her doorstep, and knows that Robin of Locksley has not forgotten his other home.
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hiccanna-tidbits · 1 year
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@jackunzel-time
Jackunzel Month Bonus Week Day 3 - Sugar Cookies
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“Jack!”
Rapunzel frowns at the plastic container as she takes it out of the refrigerator, noting it’s about half as full as the last time she saw it.
“What’s up, Zellie?” Her boyfriend’s voice from the other room is muffled.
“Have you been snacking on the cookie dough again?”
Footfalls on linoleum, and she looks up to see an adorable mop of white hair and a pair of innocent blue eyes right above a tongue absolutely going to town on a spoon full of cookie dough. Jack’s lips and chin are already coated in the stuff, red and green sprinkles scattered across his pale skin like freckles.
“No,” he says defiantly, giving the spoon another lick.
“Jack.” She gives him her saddest pout. “That was supposed to be for our friends!”
“That’s what you said about the batch we baked yesterday, Punz. How many Christmas cookies do our friends need?”
“Oh. Right.” She blushes, suddenly embarrassed. “The ones from yesterday were for the party.”
He fixes her with a smug look, taking another long lick from the dough-covered spoon.
“Well, the cookies from today were supposed to be for us, then!” She crosses her arms and glares, not about to give in just yet. “I’ll have you know I got the decorations out and everything.”
“And we are making good use of them,” Jack says, downing another glob of dough. “Am I not included in ‘us?’”
Rapunzel glares harder--or tries to. It doesn’t seem to be very intimidating, if Jack starting to snicker is anything to go by.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about salmonella.” His voice is muffled by the unbaked confectionery treat he continues to consume with reckless abandon.
“No,” she huffs. “I know the chances of that are next to nothing. It’s--it’s the principle of the thing?”
Even as she says it, she knows it’s a weak argument. If she saved the last of the cookie dough for them, then there’s no real logical reason they shouldn’t eat it as is.
Jacks leans on the counter. “Well, I live life by the principle of ‘the world could explode at any moment, so why waste time following arbitrary rules?’ Might as well do whatever’s the most fun. Which is definitely eating this cookie dough straight out of the container and not going to all the trouble to bake it.”
She shakes her head, knowing this is a losing game.
“You are a pain, Jack Overland-Frost,” she says, although with no real conviction.
“Oh nooooo.” Jack’s eyes widen in mock horror. “Is North going to put me on the naughty list again? Is he gonna have to transfer me to The Naughty List: Extended Edition with Bonus Features?”
Despite her best efforts, Rapunzel laughs.
“Maybe he’ll give you twice as much coal,” she jokes. “And then it’ll get all over the carpet and make a huge mess. We can’t have that.”
“Can’t we?” He raises his eyebrows. “We could spread it everywhere and pretend our house is a haunted coal mine. Turn it into a big Halloween attraction next year and charge admissions. We’d make bank.”
She snickers. “All hail the Soot House! It’ll be the spookiest destination in town, I’m sure.”
He laughs along with her. “Honestly, at this point, I kind of want to get more coal.”
Jack grabs the top of the wooden mixing spoon, tilting it back slightly. Rapunzel’s eyes widen as she realizes how exactly the boy is planning on upping his naughtiness.
He lets go, and the spoon springs forward. The last glob of cookie dough flies across the room, set on an unbreakable trajectory toward Rapunzel.
No reason this has to be a setback.
Rapunzel leaps into the dough’s path and opens her mouth wide. The dough ball sails in, quickly disappearing down her throat.
“Impressive.” Jack gives her an approving nod, like he wasn’t expecting her to so easily foil his schemes of dastardly evil.
Without warning, she reaches into the cookie dough container and scoops out a dollop, hurling it right at the cocky boy still feasting on his stolen spoon. His eyes widen in fear right before the glob smacks him in the nose, slowly oozing off like a melting snowball.
Rapunzel breaks into giggles. “Two can play at this game, you know.”
He glances down at his now-mostly-empty spoon, and seems to compare it to her full container of dough. Rapunzel can tell he doesn’t like his chances.
“All right.” He lifts his hands up. “I surrender.”
She grins wickedly, licking a chunk of cookie dough off her finger.
“See?” Jack points at her, still looking smug despite his loss. “You know I’m right! You know it tastes better before you bake it!”
“Hmmm. Maybe.”
Rapunzel glances around bashfully, not meeting his eyes as she sneaks another dollop of cookie dough.
“So now that we’re in agreement...” Jack’s eyes flick toward the living room. “What do you say we turn on the fire, make some hot cocoa, and put on the absolute worst Christmas rom-com known to man while we finish that off?”
She beams. “You’ve got a deal.”
OOP I just mean to write a little drabble thing and it kinda. Got away from me ^^; Still not as novel-length and out-of-control as it COULD have gotten, so. Bravo to me for some restraint??? Not anything truly of note, but restraint nonetheless XD
ANYWAYS this prompt was very fun to make and made me highkey hungry for sugar cookies ^^; I really gotta start baking Christmas cookies with my family again. All I ever do is write about my blorbos doing Fun Seasonal Activities instead of doing any of them myself XD
Also Jack is absolutely correct, if you haven’t eaten a vast bucket of straight unbaked cookie dough then are you really living life??? Are you just existing without passion? Without zest? I think you are. Salmonella be damned, I survived food poisoning once and I can do it again!
Used Brunette Punzel for the moodboard once again because she really does deserve more love!!! And like. Come on now. When I see a pic of an adorable brown-haired aesthetic girl with hair that I think is the absolute perfect length for brunette!Rapunzel, what am I supposed to do??? Not snap it up and use it for a Jackunzel moodboard??? An absolute crime. This particular pic didn’t make it onto the Sweater Weather moodboard, so I’m happy I was able to work it into the Cozy Cookie-Making Day moodboard <3 <3 <3 Also got to work in a couple cookie aesthetic pics I’ve had saved for like 2 years, so a very satisfying accumulation of leftovers overall :D
Jack also very definitely has SOME naughty list-related merchandise and I will swear to that. North pretends not to approve, but he actually finds it pretty amusing how self-aware Jack is of his Little Shit tendencies.
Anyways, Jack and Rapunzel WOULD eat raw cookie dough, drink hot chocolate, and do mocking full-length commentaries of bad Christmas movies and you cannot change my mind.
Pic credits available upon request!
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Chapter 35 part 1! @gyubby99
"Hey! There he is! Jack Frost!" A tall man with a Russian accent exclaimed as Jack crawled out of the bag. The man had a long beard, and tattoos. "Wow... you gotta be kidding me," Jack muttered before he was picked up and placed standing up by the yetis. Jack was tired. Another adventure was happening apparently. Great.... "Hope the yetis treated you well," the man stated. Jack realized who this was. Santa. Jack had run into him a few times during Christmas when it snowed. He was a cool guy. Full of energy. "Oh yeah. I love being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal," Jack stated sarcastically as he walked around, his staff held in his hand. "Oh! Good! That was my idea!" North stated joyfully. "You know bunny, obviously," he gestured to the Easter bunny. "Obviously," Jack muttered. "And the tooth fairy," North stated again as she flew up to Jack happily, a bit too close for comfort. "Hello Jack! I've heard a lot about you! And your teeth!" She exclaimed energetically. "My-my what?" Jack asked confused. "Open up! Are they really as white as they say?" She exclaimed as she looked into Jack's mouth. "Yes! Oh they really do sparkle like freshly fallen snow!" She stated with joy. A few of her fairies smiled at Jack. "Girls pull yourselves together! Let's not disgrace the uniform," she muttered as she flew away. North spoke up again. "And sandman," he stated, gesturing to the sandman, who was fast asleep. "Sandy? Sandy? Wake up!" North shouted waking him up. "Hey, woah. Anyone wanna tell me why I'm here?" Jack asked. Sandy raised his hand to answer. A series of Sandlike images flew above his head quickly. Jack's eyes slowly widened as he crouched down to the sandman's height to see if that would help him understand better. It didn't. "Uhhhh it-it... that's not really helping but-but thanks little man," Jack stuttered as he stood up and began walking around. "I must've done something really bad to get you four together," Jack stated. "Am I on the naughty list?" He asked. North laughed. "HAH! On naughty list? You hold record," North replied. "But! No matter. We overlook. Now we are wiping clean the slate!" He exclaimed. It's not like Jack was always naughty, elsa had some sort of handle on him... but then she died and he used his behavior as a coping mechanism. "How come?" Jack inquired with a small smirk. "Ah good question," Bunny replied. "How come? I tell you how come! Because now, you are guardian!" North exclaimed, making big gestured with his hands. Elves started to play instruments and yetis began to dance around them. Bunny rolled his eyes. The elves brought Jack a pair of bright blue shoes. Jack was deeply confused. And exhausted. He was done with the fifth spirit/guardian stuff. He had lost the love of his life that way and he was finished. "This is the best part!" North exclaimed as elves began to bang drums and March up to Jack. Jack's features turned from confused to angry before he raised his staff and slammed it onto the ground, halting everything. "What makes you think I wanna be a guardian?!" Jack asked. North laughed, hard. "Of course you do," he stated. "music!" North exclaimed. Before it could start up again, Jack interjected. "No music!" Jack scolded. "This is all very flattering, but uh you don't want me. You're all hard work and deadlines and I'm snowballs and fun times... not to mention I've been in similar adventures before and they never end well," Jack exclaimed as he sat on one of the desks in the room. "I'm not a guardian," he finished. "Yeah that's exactly what I said," Bunny stated as he looked at tooth.
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hollybell51 · 2 years
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Chapter Eighteen
You are now, and forevermore, a Guardian
A Heart of Ice - Jack Frost x fem!Reader
Chapter Seventeen, masterpost
Word count: 1684
Summary: Pitch’s fear gets the better of him, you and Jack make some vows and say some farewells. 
Notes: warning for dreamworks-typical fluffy sweetness and cutely cringey happy resolutions, enjoy. 
Jack watched as Jamie threw more snowballs at his friends, and soon everyone joined in. You flashed into a view a few times to add your own missiles to the fray, but you were too quick to get hit at all. A few of the kids proclaimed it unfair that you could teleport, to which you just laughed.
“Your centre?” North asked, coming to stand beside him.
“It took a while,” Jack admitted, “but I figured it out.”
The big man nodded, smiling, then tossed him something small and hard. He caught it, looking down at his hand to see a tiny figure of a boy wearing a blue hoody and smiling. Jack.
He gave a huff of laughter, then smiled at North. He was about to thank him when there was an explosion of snow from behind his shaggy head. He turned around to face two kids and an elf, all three looking guilty.
“It was him!” the kids both said, pointing to the poor elf.
“Hah!” North shouted, “you are all on naughty list!” He gathered a handful of snow, throwing it towards Bunny. “Bunny, think fast!”
Suddenly, something cold and wet was shoved down Jack’s back, and he jumped. “Wha--?” he spluttered, looking around for his assailant.
You stood behind him, grinning from ear to ear with another handful of snow at the ready. You may have just sent a good chunk of cold wetness into direct contact with his skin, but he wanted nothing more than to grab you and kiss you, hold you close to him, press his hands to the spots of blood in your cheeks, where the skin would be warm -- warmer than the rest of you, anyway. 
“That’s cold!” Jack protested, shaking the back of his hoodie to get it out.
“Well duh,” you said, “it’s snow.”
Quickly, he bent and grabbed a handful, shoving it all in your face. You froze, gasping in shock and brushing it off, looking at him like you couldn’t quite believe it.
“Actions have consequences,” he grinned, flicking a piece out of your hair.
“Sometimes I bloody hate you, Jack,” you muttered.
“Nah, you love me.”
 “Yeah, I do,” you smiled sheepishly, then stretched up and kissed him.
“Maybe I should shove snow in your face more often,” Jack murmured. 
“It’s my job to shoot people with arrows, do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“You missed Pitch the last few times, I’m willing to take the risk.”
The light and colour seemed to drain from your face. “Oh fuck, Pitch!” you gasped, spinning around. It was as if your words summoned him.
“You dare have fun in my presence?” the bogeyman was saying, staggering towards you, one hand clamped over his arm where you shot him. “I am the bogeyman, and you will fear me!” He ran towards the kids, but stopped when Jamie passed right through him. He looked up, straight at you. 
You stared back at him, unflinching.
“No,” he whispered, staring. Then he turned and ran, stumbling, away from the kids and into the trees.
“Come on,” you said, jumping a few metres forward, then checking that everyone was following. They were, chasing you through the trees until they reached a pond.
Pitch stumbled, looking behind him at you and Jack, so he failed to notice North right in front of him and crashed into the big man’s chest.
“Leaving the party so soon?” he asked.
“And you didn’t even say goodbye,” Tooth added, feigning offence. She tossed him a coin, her hands on her hips.
“A quarter?” Pitch asked, scrambling backwards.
Tooth lunged, punching him hard in the mouth and sending a tooth flying. Pitch grunted and fell backwards, clutching at his mouth.
“And that’s for my fairies,” Tooth said, smiling tightly.
“You can’t get rid of me,” Pitch shouted, getting to his feet. “Not forever! There will always be fear.”
“So what?” North said. “As long as one child believes, we will be here to fight fear.”
“Really? Then what are they doing here?” he gestured to the around the pond where a crowd of nightmares were standing, snorting and pawing the ground.
“They can’t be my nightmares,” North laughed, “I am not afraid!”
“Yeah, not mine,” you added, shrugging.
“Looks like it’s your fear they smell,” Jack said, stepping forwards.
Pitch gasped and stumbled, then turned and ran, pursued the nightmares around him. They converged on him, whirling into a storm of black sand and dragging him away into the bush. His screams echoed, then faded, so it was a fair guess he was gone.
Above, the last clouds were clearing away from the moon, its light bathing the world in silver.
Something barrelled into Jack, laughing. Tooth hugged him tightly, spinning in the air, and he patted her back. She let go, then turned to you and gave you the same treatment. You laughed, gingerly hugging her back, then stepped away.
“Are you ready now, Jack?” North asked. “To make it official?”
At Jack’s feet, two elves readied their instruments threateningly. He glanced at you, who nodded, smiling. The small gesture alone was enough to get rid of the last vestiges of unsurety, of reservation. He could do it, if you were beside him, if you kept smiling at him like that, if your hand stayed in his, if he had your shoulder to lean on. 
North took a large book offered to him by a yeti, and opened it to a page near the middle. “It is time you take oath,” he said. “Will you, Jack Frost, vow to watch over the children of the world, to guard them with your life, their hopes, their wishes, their dreams, for they are all that we have, al that we are, and all that we will ever be?”
Jack looked behind him, meeting Jamie’s eyes. The boy nodded.
“I will,” he said, turning back to North.
“Then congratulations, Jack Frost, for you are now, and forevermore, a Guardian.”
Cheering erupted, and North picked him up, placing a kiss on each of his cheeks.
“That’s my boy!” Bunny said, elbowing Tooth beside him.
“Wait,” Jamie said, “what about (Y/N)?”
“O-oh, no, I don’t think—” you stammered, “I’m not really Guardian material, you know?”
“Yeah you are!” the kid protested, “You choked Pitch with your bow!”
“Oh, you saw that, huh?” you asked, rubbing at the back of your neck.
“Are you ready to take oath?” North asked.
“I’m not sure, I’m not... I’m not sure.” You looked around, your eyes coming to rest on Jack. 
“You don’t have to,” he said, bending so only you could hear him. “But it would be nice to have you along for the ride.” He raised an eyebrow, and you smiled, taking his hand.
“If you put it like that...” you said, then to North, “Yeah, go ahead.”
“Will you, (Y/N) Cupid, vow to watch over the children of the world, to guard them with your life, their hopes, their wishes, their dreams, for they are all that we have, al that we are, and all that we will ever be?” North said, reading once more from the book.
“I will,” you whispered, then louder, “I will.”
“Then congratulations, (Y/N) Cupid, for you are now, and forevermore, a Guardian!”
A smile broke out on your face, and you glowed even brighter than before. Without thinking, Jack turned and placed his hands behind your head, kissing you full on the mouth. You gave a small grunt of surprise and froze for a moment, then relaxed and kissed him back, amid mixed shouts of approval and disgust.
“There are kids, Jack,” you mumbled between kisses.
“You implied that Jamie took acid, I don’t think you can talk,” he said, drawing back.
“You did what?” North asked, aghast.
“I didn’t realise he could hear me!” you protested frantically.
“What’s acid?” Jamie asked.
You and North were saved from explaining by jingling from overhead, and everyone looked skywards at the massive sleigh coming to land.
“That’s Santa’s sleigh!” a little girl marvelled.
“It’s real!” someone else said. The children converged on it, staring at the massive thing and the reindeer that accompanied it.
“Everyone loves the sleigh,” Bunny said resignedly.
“Time to go,” North replied, laying a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
Sandy slowly rose into the air, sending a stream of sand into the air where it exploded into glittering fireworks, raining down around everyone like golden snow.
“You’re leaving?” Jamie asked, looking between Jack and you as the other guardians started towards the sleigh. “But what if Pitch comes back? What if we stop believing again? If I can’t see you…”
“Hey, slow down!” Jack said, kneeling down in front of him. “You’re telling me you stop believing in the moon when the sun comes up?”
“No.”
“Ok, well, do you stop believing in the sun when clouds block it out?”
“No,” he conceded.
“We’ll always be there, Jamie,” you added, bending down beside him. “And now, we’ll always be here.” You stretched out a hand, poking him square in the chest. “And that kinda makes you an honorary Guardian.”
He smiled at you, then threw his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.
“Woah!” you laughed, bending to hug him back. “It’s alright, we’ll visit you. Every time you see snow, or a happy family, that’s us. Now, we gotta go, ok?”
“Ok,” he said reluctantly, drawing back.
“Seeya round, kid.” Taking Jack’s hand, you started walking towards the sleigh.
“Jack!” Jamie called, and he stopped, turning around. He ran towards him, giving him the same treatment as you. He was squeezing so tight, Jack was almost convinced that he was trying to squish him into himself. He laughed, patting his shoulder before they parted, then jumping onto the side of the sleigh.
“Like (Y/N) said,” he promised. “We’ll be around.” 
Jaime nodded, very stoically, waving along with everyone else as North urged the reindeer into the sky, the kids shouting various farewells from the ground, their tiny voices lost as you drew away.
Chapter Nineteen
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tiny-tigers · 10 months
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You thought Fred had the biggest ego?! Do tell why ! ��
And yes I may be trying to convince you to leave naughty Jacky and join the Fred fan club 😂🙈🤪 your commitment and skill at finding info/pics would be gratefully appreciated, and it is (so far) a more peaceful place due to his old man soul...
#oldmanfred
P.S I could never deal with that many instagram accounts, I don't know how you manage. One stresses me out as it is 😂
Not really saying any of them are big headed he just seems like the most aware of his value if you allow me to turn it this way. And I don't think it is a bad thing to have confidence.
Old man soul I don't buy it at all (or do explain yourself on it because he is just hiding better ) jack fanbase is a scrappy place at the minute I do give you that ugh ugh ugh big giant mess and I am trying to reconnect my 💔 I Feel a bit numb and empty inside since a week.
My point being: I am trying very hard to convince myself the simple idea that he can have a lot of titties bitches but there is only one Jack for Amélie and only one jack with his very own fanpage for that specific reason it is a more precious bond.
He will always have only one fan page except if someone is determined enough to be commited as I am but I don't see that happening so what did he looked at first turning 22 yes my page. What did he went to see first after a match my page What his biatches go see now : my page
so in a way see me as his Fred bis 😏 you know the MEME : if Jack has 1M fans, then I'm 1 of them. If JvP has 1 fan, then I'm THAT ONE.
If JvP has no fans, that means I'm dead.
I commited for better or for worse we are in the worse. I think I have crossed all my principles boundaries and limits to never extanguish my love for Jack. I am too far gone to flip backward even if it might breaks my heart into million pieces in the process. 😢 { *blue jeans from lana del rey playing in the background* } I will do what I can to mend that heart of mine. I can still be important to him I think ? In a way? He did recognized me so it is out completely wasted. Am I now known as the psychopath fan I do not know but... He is that important to me so I cannot ditch the manwhore yet.
But yes I did already posted a lot about fredda you know, maybe I know stuffs you might want to know quizz me I will maybe find what you search.
Rule number 1 : I am always stressed all this stories stuffs I have learned those last 3 months. I need to schedule all ahead for the fanpage and I discovered the joys and big lows of running it. I can write a bit about it if you want because I had so many interractions already I can make a list and develop it but only if interested.
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defectivexfragmented · 11 months
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" christmas came early... " ( at clint. imsosorry )
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"You know Tony, if you ask nicely, I'm happy to give you a private dance." A playful smirk as the archer leaned in closer. "In the words of Jack Skellington, 'I am the best, for my talents are renowned far and wide.' Wanna see for yourself? We can make the naughty list together."
@t0nystrk
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nessainart · 1 year
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halloween costume ideas
Ah, fall! Ah, wreaths and cloves and corduroy trousers! Ah jacking off of lanterns! 
This evening, right in the middle of savoring the seasonally-appropriate dread of midterms, I had my annual sudden epiphany that my historically poorly-designed and suspiciously vague halloween costumes have been the result, not of lacking creative vision or craftsmanly potential, but of procrastination. Like first snow, it’s the mark of another turn of a North American Warbling Nessa around the sun. Without fail, the Nessa always experiences such a realization sometime in mid-October–and always after aforementioned procrastination has already begun. 
What results from this is an immediately brief period of brainstorming, typically accompanied by a Hot Drink and excaliburned’s Long Live Living if Living Can Be This open in a nearby tab. The ambiance is best characterized as Uplifting. Chaotic. Necessarily Evil. Aggressively Adoring. Here is a brief glimpse of my ideas so far:
cult elf: 
think santa’s isolated north pole reindeer farm commune meets emerald city. think manson family. think santa claus, mrs. claus, and a sea of sexually submissive elves lured into holiday orgies with a combination of mlm and hypnotic techniques. think brainwashed assassins targeting the naughty list. think green, gaudy, and morally reprehensible.
musichetta:
need to acquire two adorable french revolutionary boyfriends. for the purposes of this costume. obviously.
witch hunt:
oh, ho, ho. you saw ‘witch hunt’ and immediately thought the witches were getting hunted, didn’t you? well think again puritan, because these witches mastered the art of fire long before those homo erected motherfuckers discovered it in their man-caves. these witches have sharpened their broom-ends to razor sharp points and–partially thanks to an intense regimen of weight training and calisthetics–are ready to hurl them in your direction at very high speeds. ‘rise of the planet of the capes’ is premiering, ‘fear of a black hat’ has taken on a far less amusing and nostalgic meaning, and that ‘stray cat’ may be watching you just a little too closely. nobody quite knows what has spurred this hunt, but one thing is clear: broomsday has come. 
a heavy heart to carry:
obviously inspired by my dear love florence’s song “heavy in your arms”. obviously, i am now obligated to state that, JESUS I LOVE THAT SONG. imagine a person (me) clearly tattered and exhausted (ha! easy!) with a big, tortured, heavy-looking heart hanging from their neck, like a necklace, except for instead of a chain, there are interlocked arms.
or maybe interlocked hands attached to a chain because that is easier, I assume, than arms. either way I am drooling over the symbolism. delicious.  
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…tbc?
Probably. I will at least attempt to update this post with more costume ideas as they come, assuming exams do not render me effectively useless this week. And next.
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voidfcllen · 4 years
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SEASONAL MUSE TAG DROP / STARTER CALL!
#❅‌ ‌[MUSE] BERNARD // santa’s RIGHT HAND man.#❅‌ ‌[MUSINGS] BERNARD // can i LET DOWN my guard & say HOW I FEEL?#❅‌ ‌[AES] BERNARD // can i be REAL a SECOND? just a MILLISECOND?#❅‌ ‌[FACE] BERNARD // HISTORY has its EYES on ME.#❅‌ ‌[VER.1] BERNARD // how do you WORK EV’RY SECOND you’re ALIVE?#❅‌ ‌[AU.1] BERNARD // what a BRIGHT YOUNG MAN. yo who the ‘ELF is this?#❅‌ ‌[SHIP] BERNARD / BRYONY // you have NEVER been SATISFIED.#❅ [MUSE] FROST // the SPIRIT of WINTER.#❅ [MUSINGS] FROST // if i have to PROVE MYSELF? then i WILL.#❅ [AES] FROST // we’ll fight FEAR with FUN.#❅ [FACE] FROST // i’m SNOWBALLS & FUN TIMES.#❅ [VER.1] FROST // 300 years and THIS is his answer?#❅ [VER.2] FROST // & all i got was SILENCE for 300 YEARS.#❅ [AU.1] FROST // what goes together better than COLD & DARK?#❅ [REL] JACK & NORTH // am i on the NAUGHTY LIST?#❅ [REL] JACK & BUNNYMUND // no. the KANGAROO is right.#❅ [REL] JACK & MOON // why wouldn’t he tell me that HIMSELF?#❅ [REL] JACK & PITCH // you CAN’T keep me DOWN.#❅ [REL] JACK & GUARDIANS // you guys need to GET OUT more.#❅ [MUSE] SKELLINGTON // a MASTER of FRIGHT.#❅ [MUSINGS] SKELLINGTON // a LONGING for something UNKNOWN.#❅ [AES] SKELLINGTON // my TALENTS are RENOWNED far & wide.#❅ [FACE] SKELLINGTON // the PUMPKIN KING with a SKELETON GRIN.#❅ [VER.1] SKELLINGTON // it’s our JOB but we’re not MEAN.#❅ [SHIP] JACK / SALLY // i’d like to STAY HERE by your SIDE.#❅ [REL] JACK & OOGIE // how DARE you treat my friends so SHAMEFULLY.#❅ [GENERAL] OOC // ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.
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winterfuntm-blog · 5 years
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Thinking of Jack and Flee, and what kind of relationship they must have had, how close they must have been, for Jack to be so willing to die to save Flee’s life, for him to be elated that he saved her when he regained his memories and continuing on as a Guardian in her name because that’s why he was chosen, because he loved his little sister so much that he did everything he could to make her feel safe no matter what
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