Still Dub-a-Dub-Dubbing!
I hope you like this <3
Asks made by Windycuffs-tier
Voices by me
DGLSGDSLKGLSDK SWEET FUCKING JESUS THIS IS SO ADORABLE HOLY CRAP WHAT A GOD DAMNED LOVELY SURPRISE TO FIND nlksdgklsd tHANKY OU SO MUCH FOR DUBBING THESE TWO ASKTHINGS you have the best like
voice exprESSIONS FOR THEM EVER (plus best voice in gENERAL DAMNG) omg omg omG THANK YOU……….
I NEED TO REBLOG THIS HERE TOO BECAUSE YOU ALL NEED TO SEE IT
((ASK BOX IS OPEN but who knows for how long..„))
I DID IT I FUCKING DID IT hsit am i nervous or what
nskgksdgjk sORRY I DIDN’T SEE THIS OMG i have to reblog this here too because holy fucking wOW YOUR VOICE(S??) FOR THEM ARE ABSOLUTELY PERFECT, ESPECIALLY THE ACCENT YOU GAVE JAKE HOLY COWWwW it’s like my exact headcanon oh my god sdjkgsdjk this is really fucking good thank you oh my gosh
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IM SORRY THE QUALITY IS SO BAD.windowsmoviemaker needs another layer so I can do the music /sob
Comic belongs to zeborah
AGBKJSBSDJBGJSGAKLBNGWMLTLS A,AL; OH MY GOD I I SAID OH MY GOD SO MANY TIMES OUT LOUD THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER OMFG JOHNS VOICE IS SO ADORABLEEEEEE SDJGKL im gonna die everyone is making me think of john in the cutest ways possible all the time i cant breathe ohj my GOSH
THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR DUBBING THIS OMG oh my god everyone watch this give them notes i demand it
GO MY KNIGHTS, ONWARDS
i know nobody is interested in these 40 minute sketches but i think in this GENERIC HIGHSCHOOL AU when they become buddies, this is basically how john and jake would spend their time together, just outside on the grass talking and stuff and enjoying eachothers company
(john would feel bad about taking jakes jacket so jake iNSISTS HE WEARS JOHNS HOODIE TO BE EVEN DESPITE IT CLEARLY BEING WAY TOO SMALL FOR HIM)
sorry i know i shota’d this the fuck up weeps
“How have things been this week so far?” John and Jake are underneath an oak on the grassy hill behind the town hall. John is sitting down with his back leaning on the tree trunk. Jake is lying down in the green grass beside him.
“It’s been good,” the sophomore says with a smile. “I got an A on my chemistry test from Tuesday, but uh… Rose really helped me out though, haha. She helped me study.” He looks over to Jake beaming, but is met by an unusually straight face.
“I meant, those guys still beating you up?”
“Oh…” John’s smile falters as looks up at the fading blue sky, with stars just beginning to peek out. Jake watches him pull in his knees, hooking his arms around them and twiddling his fingers.
“What happened?”
John presses his lips together tightly as his brows knit together. For a few minutes, neither teen says a thing.
“Y-you don’t have to tell me what they did, I just-“
“No, it’s fine. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad,” John chuckles softly as his friend looks at him, face full of concern.
“John, anything they do to hurt you… Punching, tripping, name-calling… It’s all bad in my eyes. It hurts you and that hurts me.”
“It’s really nothing though!” the younger teen presses. Jake wants to say more but knows pushing John farther would be a bad idea. So instead he decides to watch the sky. He notices for the first time tonight how large and bright the moon is. Looking at John, he observes how the false light illuminates his features through the holes in the tree’s leaves. It isn’t the first time though that he notices how purely stunning the other boy looks. Jake rolls onto his side, propping himself up with his left elbow.
“I don’t understand why they treat you like they do though. It truly and utterly mystifies me,” he says, carefully choosing his words. John says nothing; he gives a tiny incoherent mumble, but he won’t look at him. With a small sigh, Jake pushes himself all the way up to wrap his arms around the boy and give him a peck on the cheek.
!!!!!!!!!!!!11! OH MY GOSH AM I FUCKING LUCKY OR WHAT oh my gosh this is so adorable adnglsgsg I MADE A REALLY WEIRD INCOHERENT NOISE WHEN JAKE PECKED HIS CHEEK OMG i have literally no dignity left within me but i really dont care
oh my gosh you are a very good writer i love you sgjnsdjg thank you so much…. nsdjkg I DOTN KNOW WHAT TO SAY I FUCKING LOVE WINDICUFFSFS
john you’re making it really difficult for dave to act out this dramatic and romantic anime pin-against-wall gesture
(hint john is scared of dave in dis HIGHSCHOOL AU because he hangs out with the stocky dudes who use him as a punching bag))
bonus points to you if you get the reference i threw in here somewhere
WELP THIS IS WHAT I THINK WOULD COME NEXT
“Oh John, there you… are?” Jake English stares down the hallway at the scene before him: his best friend pinned up to the wall by one of the red jackets. Jake’s eyes are suddenly very hostile as he advances toward the blonde with clenched fists.
“Ohthankgod,” John whispers. His chest starts convulsing again with shallow, shaky breaths. Dave panics and smoothly tries to comfort the black-haired teen again.“Hey, no, wait. We just stopped this. The crying. Oh man, please. No tears.”
“What the hell did you do to him?”
“… Nothing,” Dave replies, letting go of John’s face and taking a step back.
“Bullshit.”
“Look, dude. I was just trying to talk to him and then he started crying. I don’t know what else-”
“Just get away from him,” Jake says flatly. He pushes Strider away from the cornered teen, placing his hands gently on his shoulders.
“John?” Jake looks at the boy for some sort of response, but his friend only continues to look down at the floor. Tears are still spilling over the brims of his eyes and down his cheeks. The senior glares daggers at the jock behind him. Turning around, Jake makes sure he’s completely in front of his friend to protect him, just in case.
“Dave Strider, is it?” The confronted blonde tries very hard to keep his poker face.
“Yes.”
“I suggest you and your buddies on the rugby team-”
“Football.”
“-stop harassing and abusing my friend here. I’ve got a permit for a .22 Long Rifle, and I’m quite sure that you senseless jocks wouldn’t exactly enjoy a run in with it.”
Dave’s eyebrows raise unironically behind his glasses.
“If I see you or any of your acquaintances anywhere near him, I swear I’ll-”
“Jake.” Both teens turn around to look at John. His eyes drift to Dave momentarily before focusing on his friend before him. The battered teen says nothing to him, just gives a knowing look. Jake sighs before facing Strider again.
“Come on, John,” are Jake’s final words as he takes the frazzled boy’s hand. He escorts him away from Strider with a dark glare. “Let’s get you home.”
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“So, that’s a pretty snazzy jacket you got there,” Jake says as he walks with John to his old green Cressida. John weakly laughs, hiccuping and blubbering through his tears. The older teen smiles softly as he unlocks the trunk of his car, taking John’s backpack and putting it inside. He reaches to close it when he feels a warmth come up beside him.
“Thank you so much, Jake…” John wraps thin arms around said boy’s chest, burying his face in its warm safety. For a moment, the hugee has no idea what to do. John is hugging him. John.
“Of course,” he says after a few stunned seconds, turning to John so he can return the embrace properly. “Anytime.”
kdngksngjksdg THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD WANT IT TO GO, JAKE COMING TO THE RESCUE OMFG YES YES YES PERFECTION IN A POST omg thank you so much….. god this is like the best day ever EVER oh my gosh this is so good
THIS IS SO GOOD IM GONNA DIE pls why wont they kiss fOR REALS IN CANON it’s all i ask out of life ad everythging YOU PEOPLE MAKE IT HARD FOR ME TO NOT SHIP DAVEJOHN AND JAKEJOHN
thank you so much everyone rea dthis
“Dude, look at me.” He knew he should. He knew that it was always better to do what they said, that they wouldn’t beat him up so bad if he just did what they said. But he was right there, Dave Strider was right there, and it was taking everything he had to not just bolt and damn the consequences.
“I am,” he said, and wished he didn’t squeak, but then maybe squeaking was a good thing? Maybe he’d laugh, like that Stanton kid sometimes did, and just leave him with a hair-ruffle and a little less dignity. John could deal with that. He was the resident class clown. Losing dignity was pretty much all he did.
But Strider was having none of it. “No, you’re not,” he said, inching a little closer, if that was even possible. “I totally am,” John said, like insisting hard enough would make it true.
“I can see your eyes John. You’re looking at the ceiling.”
He thought about looking at him, he thought about telling his eyes, just make your way down, rotate just a little and look him in theeyes sunglasses and maybe he’ll leave you alone, but he couldn’t. He was almost shaking already, and Strider hadn’t even done anything yet. “Nope,” he said, barely more than a whisper. His face was red and he was already sweating through his shirt and shit, shit he could feel the tears starting, they never left him alone if he started crying. Maybe if he just pretended it wasn’t happening and ignored Strider for another minute, he’d stop crying, and Strider would just go away.
Too late for that. His eyes were already spilling over with tears; there was no stopping him now.
The silence stretched between them, John looking up and away at the ceiling still, hands curled into fists at his sides as he waited for the inevitable blow. He should have run while he had the chance—but no, he’d never really had it, Dave had cornered him too swiftly, blocked him in in a deserted hallway after school, reducing the chances of John getting help from an outside source from unlikely to zero. There was nothing for it now but to wait for the hit and pretend he was unconscious; these guys didn’t like to beat up on him after that, afraid, probably, that they might kill him.
“Oh shit. Are you crying.” He tensed further, a sob erupting from his mouth before he choked it back. He sniffed, trying to get ahold of himself, to stop it. He still couldn’t look Strider in the eye.
And then, the hands on either side of his head, caging him in place, disappeared. He felt a drop of relief, then a surge of terror, unsure if he was being let go or if Strider was just backing up to give himself room for a good beating. He dared to flick his gaze over, finally, eyes burning a little from being open wide so long, vision blurry. “Shit, no. Omg. Stop the waterworks. Stop it. Fuck.”
It sounded like concern, but all he could see was Strider’s blurry red-and-white form, hands up before him. So, getting ready for a good beatdown, then.
There was no stopping his tears now. They streamed down John’s face, mixing messily with the snot dripping from his nose as his breath hitched and bubbled. This wasn’t fair. Why did he have to get beat up? What was it about jocks that they felt like they had to fulfill their media role and kick the shit out of kids that wore glasses?
Why did he have to fulfill his kid-with-glasses role by being a helpless, sniveling loser?
“I swear I’m not going to kick your ass or anything. Really.”
Wait. What?
“I just—fuck.”
A blurry hand reached out to touch his face, and he flinched. “John, stop it.” He sounded…not angry. Worried? And a little exasperated?
Was he actually maybe…not about to get his ass handed to him?
“Shhh. Shhh, it’s okay.” He shivered as a second hand moved up to the top of his head, patting down and smoothing out his hair. “Don’t cry.” The first hand cupped his face, still, feeling so very, very foreign, his skin burning under the other boy’s tough. He couldn’t help it. He started to shake.
“Shit.” John wasn’t sure what was happening, Strider was touching his face and then moving and then he was pressed into him, pressed. Into Strider? The other boy was holding him, arms wrapped tight around his torso, no longer pressed closed to the wall, but buried in the soft leather of Strider’s letterman’s jacket, soaking it with his tears.
A hand was still running over the top of his head, smoothing down his hair with gentle, soothing motions, while Strider murmured “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going to hurt you.”
John pushed back a little, sniffling and brushing away tears with the back of his hand. “You’re not?”
Now it was Strider who couldn’t look at him, face turning to the side as he dropped a curt, “No. I’m not.”
He’s not sure where it came from. Maybe it was all that adrenaline in his system, building up when he thought he was about to get beat-up. Maybe it was just that he’d finally found someone he could yell at, who at least said they weren’t going to hurt him in return. Or maybe John Egbert was just being a dumb shit, like all those guys liked to call him. Whatever the reason, anger bubbled up inside him, and he shoved Strider away. “Well then what the fuck are you doing? Huh? What do you think you’re doing?”
Strider stumbled back a few steps, more out of surprise than anything else. “I’m trying to be nice to you, you ass.” If John had been more familiar with him, he’d have known Strider was practically shouting, but as it was, he was just even more pissed off that this guy could calmly tell him off after terrifying him like that.
“Be nice to me? Nice to me? By cornering me in a deserted hallway and scaring the hell out of me?
I HAVE FOUND YOU
oh my gosh this is so good i could cry i just want to say thank you…… like a lot i could literally kiss you this is so adorable
fuck yeah john you
tell him who is boss (it’s still not you but sHOW THAT ASSERTIVE AUTHORITY)
i will patiently wait for the next parts and you can obviously take all yo time on it hell i am set for life with just this perfection
thank you…. imc ry
TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN A LITTLE FIC FROM THAT LAST THING I POSTED… THIS LOVELY PERSON HAS WRITTEN A MINI PIECE OF GREATNESS FOR IT Omg……
This is a thing that will happen.
Sweet art done by: Zeborah!
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD??? DUDE THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD OMg omg this seriously made me laugh jesus christ this is awesome thank you so much oh gosh i lvoe the sound effects on this it just makes it perfect
i was literally waiting for someone to dub this one and good fucking god was it worth it wow thank yoU A LOT….. this is great omg sdfngkls
Original comic by Zeborah!
aopjgkdlgkansgasgnja naj WOW THIS IS REALLY CUTE LIKE REALLY REALLY CUTE oh my god you are the perfect voice for john like ever oh my goDD
thank you so much for voicing anOTHER ONE?? LIKE WOW you are just great and deserve all the followers and everything wow everyone follow now sdkgmksd
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hELLO i am bekkie and you can call me that if you would like, i'm an old 17 year old little lady who lives in the UK and i like to draw cute SFW stuff and my otps (jakejohn and others) (◠‿◠✿)
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