A/N: I am absolutely loving the reaction I am getting! I have more reviews than I could have hoped for, and that encourages me to keep writing! Thank you all! At the moment, I am attempting to build characters, relationships, and evil plan ideas, so the next will hopefully be the last chapter for character outlines…
Jack suddenly lost interest in the plan.
Pumpkin had taken control almost immediately, her ideas flowing out like a never ending stream of fan girl and feels (whatever the hell that was). "And you can pretend to love him, and Bunny will realize you're gay, and he'll either realize he loves you, or that he can finally tell you he loves you, then he'll drag you to North's workshop and throw you over a table, pulling off your pants, then he'll let you see his-"
"God dammit Pumpkin, we ain't trying to scare the boy!" Patrick protested before she could get too detailed. She flushed and nodded, looking at her shoes. "Sorry…" she giggled. Patrick huffed before turning to Jack, smiling slightly. "Are you okay with all of this? Minus what Pumpkin said at the very end, of course." Jack frosted, but nodded.
Patrick was to be his boyfriend. Or, pretend to be his boyfriend. Jack's goal was to make it obvious that he was sexually comfortable, flamboyantly gay, and an obvious uke (another fan girl term, Jack assumed). Patrick seemed to have no complaints, simply commented that he 'would be getting lucky again,' which resulted in being slapped by Pumpkin.
The female spirit seemed to have no problems with this, even proposing the idea herself. Jack didn't know if this was because she enjoyed homosexuality in the making or wanted Patrick out of her hair. Probably an unhealthy combination of both. "So it's settled! Patrick, suck on Jack's face whenever Bunny or Tooth is around! Jack will lightly reject him whenever Bunny is near and toss him hopeful glances! This will plant a seed of doubt in Bunny's brain, concerning him and Jack's relationship, thus invoking a dramatic love confession!"
Jack coughed at the long instructions that mainly involved him being in love. "Why does it have to be around Tooth?" he questioned. Pumpkin snorted, as if the answer was obvious. "Tooth is one of Bunny's best friends. She is always giggling, and loves any form of yaoi or slash. She comes to conventions with me a lot!" The sprite paled (if that's possible) at the thought of his mother figure squealing at every homosexual male she saw, wanting to watch him go down on another man.
Jack turned to Patrick. "Do we start now?" he questioned weakly. Patrick smirked, an arm wrapping around Jack's waist. "Of course, sweet heart. Now kiss me," he flirted, nearing the sprite's mouth. Pumpkin began to squeal wildly as Patrick closed in on Jack's mouth.
"Hey, Frost Bite, North was just wondering if-" Bunny, entering without knocking, witness Patrick pushing Jack further into his seat, straddling him and gyrating on him in the most inappropriate ways possible. As Jack moaned at Patrick's teeth on his bottom lip, Bunny's eyes widened, darting between the two boys. Jack pushed away Patrick and nodded, his face paler than ever before. "Later Bunny," he croaked, before looking to Patrick, who was now creating a decent sized hickey on his shoulder. Bunny only nodded and closed the door as he left.
Jack immediately pushed Patrick off of him. "You knew he was coming! You should have told me!" he cried out, frost visible on his cheeks and nose. Patrick scoffed. "I would never have tricked you like that! I actually had no idea, whatsoever!" he looked over to Pumpkin, whom of which was still smiling and giggling, "Though I do have spectacular timing, right darling?" Pumpkin nodded.
"So much tension when Bunny walked in! The writer is probably going to be pissed because she just inadvertently made this story a lot shorter than she wanted!" Pumpkin squeal, breaking the fourth wall in the process of her fangirling. Patrick snorted, sitting up. "I don't see how this is going to work…" he muttered, ruffling Jack's hair. Pumpkin sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.
"You don't get it, dumb ass!" she hissed, smacking the back of her brother's head, "Bunny feels protective of Jack and seems to think of him as his own. Whether this is sexual or familial, that is yet to be discovered. While Valentine is awakening these feelings in Bunny, you will work to make Bunny feel confused on the matter of telling Jack. This will help us create tension! Then, Bunny will 'accidentally' walk in on you and me being all romantic and straight! Thus, creating Bunny's opportunity to plow him into a wall!"
Patrick sighed at his sister's antics, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to go let New Years know that I've found you. Give Jack his edge" Patrick said this word the way North had, "And be sure to make him look kissable." Patrick winked. "I don't want to be sucking on the face of some nun."
Jack frosted, blushing as Patrick waved. Once the door was closed, a sharp hand connected with his face. There was a loud pop in the air, and Jack suddenly felt himself collide with the floor. Pumpkin stood, her left hand resting against her opposite shoulder, obviously rubbing it in pain. "I don't give flying fuck if this is for your trying to get Bunny, or if you think it's fun, but you take Patrick from me," her voice suddenly froze, the venom in it colder than any lake Jack had touched, "I will make your life a living hell. I am the spirit of fear for a reason, Frost."
Pumpkin took a deep breath and reached her hand out to Jack, who lay frozen (no pun intended) on the floor. "With that being said, I have no problem helping you. But Patrick is mine…" she sighed, her hands playing with her hair. Then her eyes widened. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I'll zone out and just get all…" she was attempting to explain whatever she thought just happened, her hands spastically flying about. With a weak huff, she smiled. "I guess it's multiple personalities. If I lose focus, I'll turn into your worst night mare…"
Jack shook his head, the information clogging up his brain. "So what do I fear?" he questioned. Pumpkin shrugged. "Like hell I know. All I know is you have a fear. Now, I must find it out." She shrugged at this. "Anyways, time to dress you up." Her hands latched to Jack's arm, dragging him into the bathroom. She sat him on the toilet cover, and pulled at his sweat shirt. "Strip."
Jack flushed but nodded, fully aware of the girl who would soon be critiquing his figure. As he pulled it off, Pumpkin gasped. Jack wasn't sure why she did, but refused to meet her eyes. "Where did you get those scars and bruises?" she sighed. Jack shook his head. "The scars are from my idiocy as a kid. I did a lot of stupid shit when I was around my sister and had a tendency to get hurt. The bruises," he huffed with a gesture of his hand, "Aren't bruises. These are actually my organs, unfunctioning and frozen in a permanent state of depressing."
Pumpkin nodded. "Maybe… Maybe we could use this to our advantage…" she mumbled. Before he could ask what she was talking again. "How good are you at swimming?" she questioned. Jack shook his head violently. "No. Just no," he snapped. Pumpkin smiled. "Good," she muttered, her hands going to her chin.
As she murmured about some ridiculously planned… plan, she rifled through the under of the sink, pulling out an extensive amount of makeup and hair products. At the sight of eyeliner and hair gel, Jack was halfway out of the bathroom, shrieking for someone to save him. Of course, his cries remained unanswered, probably by the orders of that damned North.
Pumpkin grabbed his hair, pulling him back onto his perch. "Sit. Don't move, or it will hurt, and no matter how much you scream, I will not stop." Jack shivered, involuntarily, and felt a chill spread through him. It didn't surprise him that this was the spirit of fear.
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Valentine burst through Jack's room and threw herself alongside New Year, shrieking into a pillow. New Years unburied herself from the pillows, looking to see the red head shaking with rage. "Pumpkin piss you off?" the white haired girl questioned, her eyes blurry from sleep. Valentine lets out a slur of shrieks, but nods. New Years tries not to snort, instead burrowing again. Once Valentine's fit was finished, the redhead was unconscious.
New Years cautiously uncovered herself to view the younger spirit. She was asleep. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes continuously fluttered, as if this was a natural habit for her. New Years knew this was actually a sign of night terrors, like the ones she got when she was little.
"What's the little slut dreaming about?" she wondered aloud, her voice hushed. She turned on her side, running her hand through the girl's hair. Looking closely at her face, she didn't see a lot of makeup on her. For some reason, she always pictured the girl with far too much concealer on for her own good. The closest to makeup Valentine was wearing was the spearmint chap stick she could smell off of her.
"Natural beauty, huh?" New Years muttered, "Maybe you aren't as mental as you look." She sat up, stretching. Carefully rising off the bed, she tucked the blankets around the younger girl, and left. Outside the door, Patrick stood against the wall, playing with his top hat. "Valentine is giving Jack is dues. They're in our room. I'm gonna go do what I was told," he informed. New Years nodded, smirking at the idea of makeup-ing Jack Frost.
"Valentine in there?" he questioned, nodding at Jack's room. New Years nodded. "Passed out after a few bits of her screaming about Valentine. I swear, those two act like their four," she giggled, "I'd leave her be." New Years was prepared to walk past Patrick toward her job, when Patrick's hand wrapped around her wrist.
"You love her."
New Years turned to Patrick, eye brows rising. "You sure you got the right girl, genius? I don't have time for the shit," she shook her head, proud of her snide comment. "She's nice to look at. But I don't even remember feeling love. Thousands of years I've been around, and not once have I felt it. I don't believe it."
"That's a dangerous thing to say," Patrick snapped. "You want her to end up like Cupid and Jack-O-Lantern? She'd be gone by the end of the month, you keep saying loads like that." New Years shrugged, feeling a quiet sense of guilt flooding through her. "She isn't just love, dumb ass. Keep in mind, she also is sin and the holiday itself." The orangette shrugged, looking down the hall way. "Doesn't mean it don't hurt like a hell. Knife through the gut, that bit is. Just watch out how you word those bits. Could kill a girl like that."
New Years nodded, looking at her feet. "I think I'd know that, out of everyone here."
A/N: Took to long to write. Not even that good _ But I still am paving the road for romance. I haven't done too much planning for this story, so I guess I gotta just keep swimming~! Lol. Soooo Imma stop talking before my stupidity catches yall… Or yall catch it. Whatever comes first.