#so this is just the next step in keeping jack a fun space tbh

[trickstercaptain]

this has always lowkey been a part of my rules but i've now made it a bit more official, but over here i am now, for the most part, primarily plotting based. i just don't have the inspiration i once did for spontaneous, off the cuff interactions with jack — and this doesn't mean you have to plot an entire google doc out with me (but you can 👀 i absolutely encourage that), i am a big fan of just throwing out initial ideas and then letting things develop organically from there. but i've noticed that my jack muse is still as strong as can be when it comes to plotted/established dynamics or if we've chatted even a little about a thread or interaction, but just isn't as present when it comes to threads/interaction where there hasn't been that initial discussion beforehand.

[buckyodinson]

hello, it’s me, again! i read the hc about the age gap with frankie and i’m obsessed with it (and it’s also so much funnier) so i’m here to ask it again but maybe with all pedro’s boys✨? tbh you’re the only one who write about it so... can u write it (funny, fluff.. i don’t care the way, feel u free to choose) if u have time 💕🤧 love u xx

Hey!! Thank you, I’m glad you liked the Frankie headcanons!! Here are some little ones for the rest of the boys

Age Gap with the boys

Din

since you’ve never seen Din without the helmet on

he’s super nervous about the age difference between the pair of you

you have a rough idea of how old he is but the gap doesn’t bother you

like

you have no idea what he looks like

your attraction to Din is all about his personality and who he is inside

you couldn’t care less about how old he is

but Din is in full-blown panic mode when the time eventually comes for you two to be married

once the Mando’a vows are spoken, he places your hands on his helmet and holds his breath as you remove it

you’re met with a beautiful face painted with worry

sure, he’s got some lines on his forehead underneath that helmet hair

and yeah, there’s bags under his eyes

he looks his age

but he’s beautiful to you

and when you say that, little crows feet appear by his eyes as his face scrunches up into a smile

and while you call him ‘old man’ fairly often when he’s being a grump, or he complains about his knees

he knows you don’t mean it

and that you don’t care he’s older than you

and he loves you endlessly for it

Whiskey

you were a younger agent that Jack fell for while he was training you

you would often make flirty comments around Jack, hoping he’d bite

but he never did

and you gave up after a while, thinking he didn’t find you attractive

but Jack was just so conflicted

because he really liked you

but didn’t want you to think he was abusing his power over you

and he finally got the nerve to ask why you’d stopped the flirting, and you admitted you felt like your feelings weren’t reciprocated

and he pulled you into a breathtaking kiss

pulling away with a sly smirk

“sure I’m not too old for you, sugar?”

you pulled him back in for a kiss and that was answer enough

there are awkward moments on missions where you have to go undercover together

once you were picked as a sugar daddy and baby type pair for an undercover mission and you really had to reign Jack in, because he was gonna have some choice words with Champ about it

but then the mission swung around, and when he saw the outfit you’d be wearing

he was less opposed to the whole idea

and more proud of himself that he had you all to himself despite your age difference

Javi

Javi pursues you endlessly (and you secretly love it)

he knows what people must think about him but he really doesn’t care

he’s already got a reputation, who gives a shit about what else people want to say about him

you’re a badass agent who has chewed him out for his shit more times than he can count on his fingers

and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on when you got hot-headed with him

he knows you’re trying to assert some kind of authority, since other agents at the DEA look down on you because of your age and also because you’re a woman

and Javi doesn’t mind it at all

one day, you’re in the records room together looking for a particular file, and Javi is crowding your space so you shove him away

“what is your problem?” you growl as he comes back closer to you again

you stare each other down for what feels like hours before he catches your gaze drop to his lips for a split second

and that’s all it takes for him to crash his lips onto yours

you keep the relationship secret, mostly because you know nobody will respect you as a serious agent if you’re sleeping with your partner

so you still have little tiffs at work to keep the act up

but it makes going home to one another all the more fun

but Javi has a spring in his step after you two get together

he feels like he’s still got it

and you make him feel younger, which makes him happy too

Ezra

he meets you on the Pug, when he’s looking for a crew member for his next assignment

he’s entranced by you right away, but doesn’t act on his feelings

why would you want him?

he’s older than you

and then there’s the arm situation too

so he’s pretty shocked when halfway through the job, you admit your feelings while you’re bleeding out in your tent after a run-in with other prospectors

“y-you love me?”

you can only nod before the pain becomes too much and you pass out

the next day, you wake to Ezra tenderly running his fingers up your arm while he lays next to you, and you remember what you said to him before you passed out

“are you positive I am the object of your affection, little bird? or was that just the pain medication coursing through your bloodstream?” he mumbles when he notices you are awake

“I’m sure, Ezra.”

“well, I am enamoured with you too, birdie”

it’s been a few years since then, and when he looks in the mirror, he’s still not entirely sure why you’re with him

but then you come up behind him and wrap your arms around him

“the years have made you wise, Ezra. that’s why I love you the way I do.”

you kiss across his shoulders and he melts into your touch

he’s still confused, but happy nonetheless

Maxwell

Maxwell was known for his rendezvous with young assistants at his company

and the press often comment on his proclivity for a woman younger than himself

he doesn’t necessarily see it as a conquest...

okay, maybe he does

he knows most of the women he dates or takes to bed are in it for the chance to be Mrs Lord and be treated to a lavish lifestyle for the rest of time

but you were not like that, which is why Maxwell had to have you

you acted completely indifferent to him when you started working at his company

he made advances, and you turned him down, hoping it wouldn’t cost you the job

but Maxwell kept you around, promoting you as time went on

and after a while, you did develop feelings for him, seeing a softer side to him he often didn’t show others

and eventually, you ended up together

and he loves nothing more than showing you off a big fancy galas

you know some people look at you like you’re trashy and just with Maxwell for his money

but after a while, you couldn’t care less

because you were happy

Oberyn

Oberyn doesn’t care

he knows the people of the North look down on his lifestyle

but he is happy with how he lives his life

and the people of Dorne don’t frown at his choice of you

and they certainly don’t treat you unkindly for being with Oberyn

you’re sure the people up at King’s Landing would accuse you of trying to worm your way to the throne in Dorne

but Oberyn knows you truly love him for who he is inside, not his status

you’re a fair bit younger than him

but with Oberyn, it doesn’t feel it

he’s got an incredible stamina, both in combat and in bed

and he gives the younger men a run for their money (in both senses too)

you balance each other out nicely

he’s experienced and shows you the ropes for many things in regards to life in Dorne

but you also show him new things he’s never tried before

and he loves it

so yeah, you’re both unbothered and having a great time

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[dirtylittlesinkrat]

Jack and Davey meet at a concert for a band they know nothing about that they were both dragged to by friends

okay making a bullet point list for now so i can come back to it and actually flesh it out

- okay so. sarahs like "davey. you gotta get out more" (and davey is like "i hang out with people all the time! im constantly going out!" and sarah is like "yeah you hang out with me. and like 3 other people.)

-so sarah decides "hey lets go to this concert it'll be fun" and at first davey is like "yeah no im going to stay home and watch legally blonde again" (davey LOVES legally blonde i will die on this hill). but he eventually agrees because sarah just seems so excited

-sarah is always the one who goes out with her friends and has fun and shes always trying to get davey to step out of his comfort zone but. he really hates interacting with people and because im projecting onto him he has social anxiety. but sarahs like "if you really want to leave, we'll leave" and hes like "ok fine"

-ANYWAY. the reason that jack is there is bc his bff racetrack is like. a little music nerd. and jack supports races interests <3

-but also jack is at the concert bc literally ALL of his friends r there. and they all like love this band but he knows absolutely nothing abt it. (he listens to billy joel and bruce springsteen exclusively basically.)

-anyway kath is part of jacks friend group but she is dating sarah (newsbians 4tw) and kath was the one who told sarah "hey u should come to this concert"

-anyway jack and davey end up meeting bc their friend groups converge and everyone besides them is like "omg. i love this band. this is sm fun"

(-the band is good for the record but jack and davey are both like "yeah theyre great but i would rather be doing something else tbh)

-they introduce themselves blah blah blah

-eventually jack walks over to davey and hes like "sarah dragged u along huh" and davey is like "yeah she has a tendency to do that."

-they end up talking for a while actually and they keep making each other laugh n shit its very cute yadda yadda. anyway eventually a song comes on and jack is like "ayo this ones kind of a banger do u want to dance with me"

-and daveys like "i dont dance" pls ignore the hsm2 reference and jack is like "pls tho"

-they dance blah blah

-they end up being practically attached at the hip for the rest of the night bc they r now besties

-they go back to talking with their friends except now they r actually enjoying themselves for real for real

-daveys social battery eventually dies after talking for so long and he starts spacing out and acting more closed off and jack notices

-jack is like "dude its rlly fuckin loud in here wanna dip" and davey is like "yeah sure okay." and they tell their friends that theyre leaving and they dip

-they sit outside like a block away from the concert venue and talk for like...a long time idk. they tell each other EVERYTHING.

-and then sarah texts davey and shes like "concerts over where r u" and she picks davey up and they leave

-jack realizes the next day that he didnt get daveys number so he texts sarah and hes like "hey weird question. can i have your brothers number" and sarah knows whats up bc shes a genius and shes like "yeah here"

-jack and davey text nonstop for a whole week and eventually daveys like "hey a band that i actually like is coming to play here next week. do u want to go with me" and jack is like "ujmmmm yeah duh we r bffs now"

-so they go and everyone there assumes they r boyfriends??? and eventually they just lean into the bit and pretend that they r dating.

-blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda

-at the end of the night jack is like "this was fun actually!!! if i had to pick anyone to be my fake boyfriend id choose u"

-and davey has a surge of courage and hes like "would you pick me to be your real boyfriend tho???"

-and jack is like "what." and then hes like "yeah."

-and daveys like "lmfao good. id pick you too"

-jack is like "is this you asking me out" and davey is like "dude ive texted you nonstop for a week yes . r u dumb."

-anyway yeah they r in luv the end

[tirednotflirting]

found a space and time in the holocene

some ssf boys (mostly boy. like this is more an alex fic than a jalex fic tbh) inspired by this post on Alex’s insta a few weeks ago 

been a min since i wanted to write so it was fun to give this a shot :)

here on ao3 if that’s more ur jam x

Alex is the last one back on the bus after the show.

They played rock-paper-scissors to decide shower order and luck had not been on his side. The last of the cars in the lot outside the venue have left by the time he’s headed across the grounds to the buses. It’s a strange feeling, Alex thinks, walking across the ground that was filled with so many smiling, singing faces just a couple hours earlier. There’s still a buzz in the air, something like static, that hums into his ears as he passes the stage he spent the evening running across. He would stick around for longer and just let himself soak it all in, but he knows that the floodlights shining above him are likely being turned off soon and the phone weighing down the pocket of his sweatpants died an hour ago.

He walks down the line of buses and smiles at the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation he picks up on when he passes each one. He’d forgotten just how much he loved the makeshift community that forms so quickly on a tour like this. His mind wanders back to their earlier Warped Tour years and the insanity that was their traveling musical circus. John had joked at some point that Sad Summer felt like a vaguely more grown up version of their wild, reckless days on Warped Tour. It’s still only the first night so he’s not quite sure about that comparison yet, but the prospect of taking part in something that he holds such a nostalgic fondness for, especially after the last eighteen months, makes his heart flutter.

The first thing Alex hears when he opens the door to the All Time Low bus is Jack’s bright (and probably tipsy) laughter. He climbs the steps and is greeted by Zack and Jack sitting on couches facing each other. Zack’s phone being held out toward Jack, whatever was on the screen likely being the cause for the laughter. The door closing behind Alex causes them to look up, and their smiles widen ever so slightly. Jack makes grabby hands out toward Alex, and he rolls his eyes playfully in response before dropping the gym bag that’s been resting on his shoulder and taking up the seat beside Jack. Arms immediately lock around Alex’s waist and a sigh leaves his lips as he leans most of his weight back against Jack’s chest.

“Hello, boy,” Jack says with a laugh. He turns to press his lips against Alex’s shoulder. “Welcome to the party bus.”

“Aren’t we getting a little old to be the party bus?” Alex asks. He’s mostly joking but then Zack yawns and Alex can’t help but repeat the action himself.

“See, Rian said the same thing before he disappeared to call his lady,” Jack says, shaking his head. “We haven’t been on tour in forever, I want to celebrate.”

“Maybe after Anaheim?” Alex suggests. “We’ve got guests coming to that show, you’ll have more people to entertain.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”

Zack laughs from where he sits across from them before standing. “I need to call my house sitter back, gonna go steal the back lounge for a bit before I call it a night. Sleep well, boys.”

He leans down to press a kiss against the top of each of their heads before heading toward the opposite end of the bus. Alex pulls his legs up onto the couch and over Jack’s lap as they fall into a comfortable silence for a few moments once it’s just the two of them. The electric excitement Alex had felt in the air outside no longer buzzes like a fly in his ear but something else still tingles under his skin. It’s only heightened when Jack starts tracing patterns with his fingertip up and down Alex’s arm.

The ground starts rumbling underneath where they sit and when Alex turns and glances toward the front of the bus, he sees the headlights are on now. The line of buses start their journey out of the lot and toward Anaheim for the next show. For a moment he closes his eyes, his head still resting against Jack’s shoulder and he takes a deep breath.

“Didn’t realize how much I missed being on a bus,” he mumbles against Jack’s t-shirt. He still smells like home, like laundry detergent and the candle he keeps beside his bed. It’s a strange sensation, Alex thinks, the gentle movements of the bus accompanied by the scents of being stuck inside the tiny space he locked himself up in with Jack the last year and change. He’s not sure what to make of it right now.

“I’m sorry,” Jack says, his tone all teasing. “Do you not remember when I had to stop you from drunk-ordering a tour bus to be dropped off in front of my apartment in the spring? I have a really funny video if you want a reminder.”

“I’m good, thank you,” Alex replies. He pats a hand against Jack’s chest before he sits up and untangles himself from Jack’s arms. His legs cross below him and he takes a look around the space.

“I really missed this,” he repeats with a nod. “I missed doing our job and meeting all those kids and having them all sing back at me and having all three of you with me.”

Alex’s vision goes blurry and he feels tears hang onto the edge of his lashes. Likely by instinct, Jack’s hand reaches for Alex’s, their fingers intertwining and palms pressing together. “It’s really nice to be back on the road.”

“Feels right, yeah.”

They sit in silence again for a moment, the buzz now replaced by the sound of tires against the road as they merge onto the interstate. Alex feels Jack’s lips press below his ear. “I love you a lot, but I am going to be a grumpy and achy old boy in the morning so I’m gonna take my own bunk tonight if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” Alex replies, his head shaking quickly to break him out of his daze. “Take some Advil before you fall asleep.”

Jack hums in agreement before moving to stand. “Think Rian is done on the phone in his bunk, I’m gonna call it a night,” Jack announces. He kisses Alex’s knuckles before releasing his hand. “Don’t stay up too late, rock star.”

Alex laughs. “I won’t, I promise. Love you.”

“Love you,” Jack sings back, and then he’s gone from the room. 

The room settles again, and Alex realizes that it’s moments like these that he missed too. Alone on the tour bus couch is where he’s written some of their best lyrics, the stillness caught in the middle of movement providing a strange sense of inspiration. He wonders what he’ll write about on this tour, what precious moments from the last year will get a new poetic meaning and life.

It’s been so long since being on the road felt like something new, and it both excites and scares him. He stays stuck on that idea for another several minutes before the passing headlights of other cars on the highway begin to feel like hypnosis. Time for bed, he decides.

Quiet and careful so he doesn’t wake his boys, Alex slides the door to the bunks open and gently closes it behind him. He slips into his normal bunk (bottom on the right - he likes being close to the ground) and pulls his quilt up over his chest.

The real exhaustion hits him the moment his head drops to his pillow, but for a moment before his eyes flutter shut, Alex is taken back to a moment practically a lifetime ago now. On their first bus tour (he almost cringes thinking about the constant state of chaos that that bus was) he was the only one who could manage to fall asleep immediately in the bunks. The boys complained of tiny spaces and the constant noise of the road and the way the bus stopping and moving never failed to wake them up. It was never a problem for Alex. He remembers that it provided him a lot of solace, made him feel like they were making the right choice to let this be the path they chose to go down. It only took the rest of them a few days into tour for their exhaustion after shows to settle in and help them sleep through the night. 

And now, as he lets himself fall toward sleep, surrounded by his favorite people in the world, Alex feels peace. After so long cooped up inside, he finally feels like they’ve arrived home.

*

[no-te-lo-voy-a-dar]

Sibling Jealousy - Chapter 2

Fic’s Summary: Reader has known the Winchesters for a long time, almost two years before Cas entered their lives. After that, since Reader was the only one actually teaching the angel about humanity customs and stuff like that, properly, they developed a closer relationship, on the parent-kid way. But it was never verbally acknowledged. Now, with Lucifer’s child on the way, life stabs some sense and realizations onto Reader, but there’s no time for feelings in this house.

Author’s Note: This is mainly a fic with the purpose of developing a family relationship with the characters, of mutual support, and I don’t plan on adding romance for Reader, because that’s not my final goal.

Pairings(?): Castiel/Reader (Parental like), Jack Kline/Reader (Platonic/Sibling like), Dean and Sam Winchester/Reader (Platonic/Friends)

Warnings: Usual canon violence and conflicts, as well as injuries and blood mentions, emotional struggles such as feeling unloved, like an outcast, low self-esteem issues and if you think something else should be mentioned let me know.

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Chapter’s Author’s Note: The first chapter (or prologue?) already has more than 20 notes and that’s more than I expected tbh. Within less than a day, @thewnchstrs added my fic to their September Fics Recommendation List, and I can’t be more flattered that even with just one part out, they decided to add me. Thank you so much.

Chapter Two: Such a Rush

Word Count: 1,327

For the next few months, you were sent the address where Cas was staying with Kelly, and you would send him some pictures and stuff “a normal kid” might use or want. You also got on the phone with both Kelly and Cas when the brothers left to do the FBI work and you stayed in the motel to do research or went for food.

Not a lot of words were exchanged, in your opinion, but hearing Castiel’s voice and encouraging words about The Men of Letters issue did relaxed you, and Kelly said it was a good thing for the baby to hear to his family’s voices.

Not sure how you felt about that yet.

Time passed, you found the microphone hidden in The Bunker, you were almost buried alive, then you and Sam went to raid the British Men of Letters base, using how stealthy and small you were as your bargain excuse as to why you should go (which did come in handy, thank you very much), went back to The Bunker to find Mary was on her right mind again and Ketch dead on the floor and then head all the way up north because the brothers had finally found where Cas and Kelly were AND you all learned Lucifer was out there walking on his old vessel.

You didn’t know if warn Cas or not, but with the Impala filled with the Winchester’s family you couldn’t, and praying to Cas might not be wise since angel radio could get hire wired. That’s not how it works, but yes, essentially. You could hear him tell you.

After hours on the road and Sam convincing Dean onto letting him drive for some of those because of his leg, you arrived at the small house you knew those two, three?, were staying in.

You hesitated into entering the house, looking up to see the windows’ lights on. Something didn’t feel right about this.

When you got in, Castiel seemed to already have talked to the Winchesters and Mary was making her way up the stairs to check on Kelly.

You went straight to him and hugged him, hoping he was getting the message on how much you missed him just from the strength of your hug. Apparently he did, because he was quick onto caressing your head and rubbing small circles on your back, all while you felt his grace heal the injuries you had earned on the raid against the British.

You stepped yourself away from him, and noticed Dean was no longer limping, meaning Castiel had already healed him.

“There’s something you need to see.”

—

After the tear on the time and space that led you to an alternative universe issue and Crowley joining you, a plan was made to trap Lucifer, and not much to your surprise, you were told to wait inside the house with both Kelly and Mary.

“So just you veterans can risk yourselves and have fun?” you really wanted to help, something about the whole situation made you uneasy.

“(Y/N) you know is not like that, but we can’t keep risking people into this, keep putting you on the fire line.” Sam tried to reason with you, his voice soft but nervous about whatever was about to happen, and you had to repress a snarky remark about how just living with them put you in said line by itself.

You sent Cas a look, but his eyes were sad and…a silent request was there, but you weren’t sure what was it. You didn’t like it.

Before they went outside and you upstairs, Castiel handed you an angel blade.

“Cas, you need this, as little protection against an archangel as it can give, you need it.” You tried pushing it back to him. “Besides, I already have my own from Ishim. The most recent one at least I mean.” talking about whom you had gotten an angel blade always seemed to be a sensitive topic.

“This one is not mine. I mean it is, but is a different one. I engraved some stuff in it, for extra protection. No demon can grab it and if any other angel besides the ones I allowed to touch it does, they are going to be slightly burned by it.” Now that you were looking at the blade, you could see enochian symbols written in the blade and handle. At the bottom of it, was an enochian symbol you became familiar with while doing research: Castiel’s angel symbol.

You looked at him and wanted to say something, but Dean was already calling for him.

He patted your head and signaled you to go upstairs. And so you did.

Births were always one of the things that made you more nervous about medical stuff, so much stuff could go wrong.

Kelly smiled at you when you got to the bedroom, and started rubbing at her belly while talking to it, to him.

“Look Jack, your sibling is here already. You are gonna be just fine.” The whole idea of Mrs. Kline wanting you to be some kind of guardian yet not exactly to Jack was kind of surreal.

You weren’t as young as Claire, yet you weren’t near your 40’s as Dean was, so they treating you like a kid always weirded you out, yet it made sense. You were closer to Claire’s age though.

You were bringing water to her lips as she kept having contractions and pushing, and suddenly, during one of her pushes, she whispered an ‘I love you’ before a bright light engulfed the room and you just felt energy soaring the entire house.

While you tried to rub the blindness from your eyes, you heard Mary leaving the room and going down the stairs.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Kelly wasn’t moving yet she was…clean. All the sweat and fluids that were covering her mere seconds ago were gone, and she looked peaceful. You arranged her laying form and covered her with the blankets, before starting to follow the shining foot marks on the floor.

They were directed towards what was supposed to be his room, if you took the giant paint on the wall with his name on it as a clue.

Everything was pitch black and when you looked at the floor and followed with your sight the path upwards, you saw golden shiny eyes looking at you.

Part of you was scared, well, more like on edge, and the other was confused, because you weren’t looking at a baby, nor a little kid.

“Hey Jack. That’s your name, you know?” you said as you reached half of the bedroom, as close as your instincts allowed you to go.

“…Father?” Now with your eyes a little more adjusted to the shadows, you were able of seeing how he hugged himself and titled his head a little. Heh, must be an angel thing.

“Uh, no, I’m not your father. My name’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Without noticing, you were sitting on the floor.

“(Y/N)? Mom said (Y/N) would be my big sibling. Are you my big sibling?” oh boy…

You looked at him, and saw…not a trace of a threat, just pure curiosity and he seemed a little afraid.

“Yes Jack, I’m your big sibling. I’m, going to take care of you, as best as I can.” You saw him smile a little, but when you both heard foots inside the house, Jack went serious again, and you pulled your new gifted angel blade out and got on your feet.

It was Sam.

You wanted to relax a little, but you weren’t sure what he was about to do. He noticed, putting his gun away and his hands in the air, which led you to sheath your blade again.

“Father?” there was Jack again, asking the same thing he asked to you some minutes ago but this time addressed to Sam.

When was Castiel gonna show up?

[desertpacificoctopi]

💋🔥⭐🥝💧🔮💗 for Mantra! u are already telling me abt her right now but i am committing crime of want more information

ohohohoho d&d indulgence time >:3cccc

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why? mantra is Very flirty as a coping mechanism so yes she's very affectionate! it's fun and hilarious for her to get up in people's personal space and give flirty compliments, but if it's someone she Actually cares for like a friend or crush, there are a lot more casual touches. verbal affection is very performative for her so that will kind of go away as she gets closer to someone. she's never rly had a family that she cared for or that cared for her so uhh. yeah. difficult to apply that to her. if she lets you touch her face or hair, you are So fucking lucky because her shitty adoptive mom was like that and it means that she is letting you touch something Very vulnerable of her. she might let her birth parents touch it eventually, after she meets them and warms up to them. i rly do just gotta think on how her and her birth family's relationship develops after her little brother drags her back to them 🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff! mantra is a bard so she really likes music, poetry, and folklore!! she's versed in more instruments than you can count and she's always picking up new music and stories. she's also good at card games but that's because she cheats at them. she likes the feel of lacquered wood and worked leather, not anything that's overly soft and plush. after she and vyra have their daughter, she's the QUEEN of bedtime stories. in terms of colors, she usually sticks to beige, brown, and white with gold accessories in terms of clothes so her skin, hair, and eyes pop >:3cc. brown is her favorite color for No reason. no reason at all. mantra just kinda has jack of all trades energies tbh sdhfskd ⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why? there are not a lot of things that scare mantra. the one thing that gets to her is her "mother" and her "family." when she's up against a regular old tough foe while out adventuring, she gets cocky and overly positive, and copes afterward through social interaction. this flips when she's up against faena and her cronies. mantra closes up into herself, stops expressing, goes rigid, gets slow to respond. afterward she'll go find somewhere to be alone and not show up again until the next day. in terms of mantra scaring others, people often find her intimidating due to the whole tiefling thing and her eyes being a solid gold with no discernible pupils. she tries to downplay this through being boisterous, friendly, and flirty while she is doing her Bard Thing. she does give off a fucky aura while she's fighting, and while she was with the "family" it earned her the name "ararissa of the long gaze." 🥝 What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this? she gets shut down and drained on a bad day. contact with faena will do this to her, as well as a string of rejections or bad performances. she'll likely want to go somewhere new, either to a new part of the city or a new town. she may attend a performance for a change or do some light exploring. not gonna do anything performative that requires charisma today. if she's with a party she trusts, she might just accompany them on whatever they're doing. her presence is significantly reduced, and though she'll keep somewhat active, she won't talk a lot. if one of the party members is willing to offer physical comfort she'll take that, but otherwise she'll eat dinner and go to bed early. hit that good good reset button that sleep is. 💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes? mantra's first memory is of faena. i'm not sure of the specifics but it was likely something bloody that a child shouldn't be forced to see, contrasted with faena's sweet demeanor toward mantra. shit's bad man. mantra has kept no mementos of her childhood with that woman, though faena absolutely has. (mantra's birth parents have also kept the few mementos of her that they could, though she does not know this.) 🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights? 💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why? mantra thinks that her body is her best feature, to put it nicely- this is for obvious reasons. faena likes her hair- it's long and easy to style and play with. vyra likes her facial structure, as weird as that sounds, as well as her hands- good to hold on both counts. her birth family likes her horns and eyes- the curl of the horns and the gold eyes are family traits.

[trickstercaptain-archive]

on the subject of Jack’s cabin ( please do not reblog!!!! )     

       okay this is gonna be a looong post because i’ve got annotations and everything lmfao. so i’m finally putting together a guide to Jack’s cabin on the Pearl. this is mostly what it looks like post-CotBP, once Jack has retaken his ship from Barbossa, but I imagine it’s also safe to assume that this is what it looked like prior to the mutiny as well. 

       during TPOF, structurally speaking it would of course look the same, but it would be much more colourful, because it’s noted in the novel that Jack painted his cabin a loud mixture of periwinkle and rose in order to resemble a Caribbean sunset ( therefore it’s a fun thing to look at this photos and imagine how different the walls etc must have looked while Jack was a merchant captain sailing under the EITC ). when the Black Pearl ( which was then called the Wicked Wench ) burned, Jack had the entire hull repainted black in order to hide the scorch marks, and that’s my theory on why his whole cabin takes on such a gothic feel in the films. Davy Jones did also make some alterations to the ship when he raised her from the depths -- including adding the figurehead at the bow. I want to say that some of the gothic imagery on the walls of his cabin was also an addition tbh ( such as to the right of Barbossa in the image below )

       so, trawling through screencaps, I’ve found the two best images that show Jack’s cabin, and show it from two viewpoints -- towards the stern windows ( so as you enter the cabin through the door ), and what I’m gonna call Jack’s POV, looking towards the door. there’s only one part of the cabin that is not visible to us as the audience at any point, and that’s Jack’s POV of the port ( left ) side of his cabin ( labelled 3 below ). i’ve numbered the particular aspects of his cabin I want to talk about:

        ( forgive the ugly colour, this is what we have to deal with since both scenes are in the bloody dark thanks gore lmao. you can find full-size versions of the images here and here ). I’ve coloured them so that they could easily be a part of the same scene ( and I’m 99% sure they were filmed at the same time ), but just bear in mind that the top image shows this part of Jack’s cabin in the aftermath of the kraken attack in DMC, so there’s a damaged wooden mast to the left of the image and ripped curtains ( label 2 ). I’m using a DMC image of the rear of Jack’s cabin because that shows it in pristine condition, before the kraken smashes those lovely stern windows lmfao.

         1) okay so number one is arguably what prompted this whole post, and that’s the antechamber you can see behind Gibbs. it’s difficult to tell that there’s an archway behind him in that photo, but when you compare it to this beautiful daylight photo we have of Pintel and Ragetti stood outside of it during the kraken attack in DMC, it becomes a lot easier to visualise. the wooden figurines either side are the same in both photos, but this one also shows us a bluey-green privacy curtain, a lantern, a candle and what looks like another curtain or piece of fabric in the antechamber itself ( plus another window, which is one of the ones on the left-hand side of this photo -- also, note the matching wooden figures either side of the door to Jack’s cabin ). 

        unfortunately, it’s out of focus and Ragetti and Pintel are blocking what’s actually inside but, while TPOF claims this to be where Jack’s private head is ( the ship equivalent of a toilet lmao ), my headcanon is that this is where his bunk is. reason being is that there is absolutely no sign of a bed in Jack’s main cabin, and the curtains and candle you can see inside seem more characteristic of a bedroom than anything else. so, this is where his spacious double bed mentioned in TPOF is actually kept. also, the room is pretty large -- label 2 shows where the door to Jack’s cabin is, and you do have to take several steps once you’re through the door in order to actually enter his cabin properly ( I’ll talk more about this in my next point ), so I’d say it was a pretty roomy space tbh

        2) this is the entrance to Jack’s cabin, and as I said above, once you’ve entered through the door, you have to walk several paces and then down two steps before you’re properly in his quarters. also, you can see in the photo the remains of a curtain ( also remember the part in the bloopers where Kevin kept getting caught up in it? ). you can see in the beautiful Pintel and Rags photo that, before the cabin was ravaged by the kraken, it was a curtain of the exact same pattern as the one in his bedroom antechamber. this therefore means that you wouldn’t automatically see Jack as soon as you entered the cabin unless the curtain was drawn back

        3) okay this refers to the hidden part of Jack’s cabin that I have yet to find a single image of during the entirety of filming back in 2005 lmao. now we can guess what’s there based on the images we have of the other three quarters of his cabin, because if the room was uniform, then there should be another antechamber on the port ( left ) side to match the one containing Jack’s bunk on the starboard side. the description of his cabin in TPOF also confirms this:

On either side of the cabin were bulges that overhung the hull below, called the quarter gallery. The quarter gallery on the port side housed a small enclosure fitted out with shelves and drawers, known as the captain’s pantry.

        so this is where Jack keeps his own private stock of rum and food, which he would be entitled to being the captain of the ship. 

         4) the fucking cannon lmfao. so this is another point where TPOF isn’t wholly accurate to the films, because in the novel it’s claimed that Jack doesn’t have a cannon in his cabin ( until he moves one in temporarily during his battle against Borya ). but looking closely behind Barbossa, you can see that there’s a gun port too, which means that this is clearly where the cannon is supposed to be. you can also assume, then, that there is a matching cannon on the opposite side of the ship ( because there’s always gotta be an even number of guns on a ship ). so Jack doesn’t just have one cannon in his quarters, he has two. are they regularly used? i doubt it. but they’re there lmao

          5) the skylight. now we can’t see this in that particular screencap, but we can sort of see it behind Gibbs in this promotional shot, just behind the bell ( this one from DMTNT, shockingly, also shows it ). TPOF also mentions it, and if you want a fun angsty fact, while Jack was trapped inside of the burning Wicked Wench’s cabin, this skylight collapsed due to the flames, the glass fell on him and that was what eventually knocked him out:

The deck jumped and lurched. Everything slid around again, including Jack. He fetched up against the door, and the chest slammed into him. A tongue of flame erupted through the door, and suddenly his left sleeve was on fire. Yelling, gasping, Jack tried to beat out the flames with his right hand.

He heard another hideous groan, and glanced up, just in time to see the overhead skylight collapsing, coming down on top of him.

         6) I haven’t got much to say about this, aside from the fact that that’s his desk, and in both scenes showing his cabin, it’s constantly full of trinkets and maps and papers. I’m also 98% sure it’s a lot smaller than the long dining table Barbossa has in the same cabin in CotBP ( when he dines with Elizabeth ), so it’s safe to assume that Jack replaced it once he regained control of his ship. it’s also extremely difficult to see what is behind Jack in that lower photo, even while ramping the brightness of the image up, but you can see his globe, and I’m sure Jack also owns a bookcase with titles by his favourite authors.

         7) and finally, those beautiful windows. these are what should flood Jack’s cabin with light during the day and, as was shown in CotBP ( here and here ), the ledge beside the windows is wide enough for someone to sit on it. you can also see in the first photo ( and it’s further confirmed when looking at the stern of the Pearl from the outside ), that there are in fact not three windows, but nine, if you include the three on both the starboard and port sides of the stern.

[zimyzam]

Alright folks, my local Comic-con is rapidly approaching, and this year marks about a decade that I’ve been attending conventions.

For those of you who are attending their first Con this year, or who haven’t been to one in a while, or who just need a checklist, here’s a few tips and tricks I wish I knew when I was 13 and painting my friend’s skin blue in a hotel bathroom.

- Bring your own food. I don’t care how many restaurants or food joints are in the area. Oh, they have a cafeteria space? No. Don’t bother. Look, you’re either gonna be stuck behind Sephiroth and the Sailor Scouts in a twenty-person line up at the local McDonalds, or you’re going to end up spending WAY too much money buying every single one of your meals that weekend. Bring your own food. On one memorable occasion, I had literally just brought a couple loafs of bread, peanut butter, and strawberry jam, and just made my group sandwiches every morning.

- Bring your own water bottle! There will absolutely be places to fill up your water containers, bottles, flasks, canteens. The #1 rule about this is no glass! I have absolutely made this mistake. My friend and I went to Comic-Con dressed as pirates, and thought it would be hilarious if our waterbottle was actually a glass bottle of Jack Daniels-- it had to be confiscated by weapons-check, however. On the other hand, I had a literal waterskin from my time in Scouts, which worked really well with my group’s Dragon Age costumes one year.

- You don’t have to wear a costume to your first convention. Some would say it’s the whole point that they would go, and I totally get that, because that’s how I felt-- that every day I needed a new costume, too. But it’s not necessary! You’re definitely allowed to come in casual clothing, or wearing your favourite graphic-tee. No one’s gonna laugh at you, you’re not going to be out of place. In fact, you’re going to be significantly more comfortable than people in costumes!

- PLease for the love of god, shower. Every. Day. Put deodorant on. Please. I’m begging you.

- Prioritize what you’re there for, and let everything else be flexible. If you want to see that one Firefly panel with Gina Torrez and Nathan Fillion, make that your Big Thing you can’t miss-- and don’t pick the event on the other side of the convention to be the next one you go to immediately. Especially for venues like Anime North’s and Toronto Fanexpo’s, where they take up multiple buildings, that is going to be very difficult to meet the timelines you’ve set out for yourself. Be reasonable!

- When you see someone dressed as a character you love, DO NOT run up and hug them. When I was first attending cons, the term was “glomp” -- basically a tackle-hug that was actually really dangerous, and it was still around the time when it was allowed at cons, but definitely not a good idea. Being charged at by a complete stranger in a weird getup is not something people find exciting tbh. “Glomping” also could break someone’s costume or props, and they could have makeup that might smudge onto you. Most importantly, you did not get the cosplayer’s consent for this.

- Consent is so so so so important! If you want to take a photo of someone, if you want to hug someone, if you want to touch someone’s warbla shoulderplate or whatever, ASK. please don’t take pictures of people eating. Please don’t ask for a photo when Link and Zelda are shovelling their cafeteria-bought pizza into their mouths. It’s so uncomfortable. Cosplayers feel they have to accomodate everyone who asks, but they have the right to say no, and cheeks full of pizza is really a terrible time to take a photo.

- Be polite. When my friends and I were dressed as Dragon Age characters, I heard a few dudebros passing by who assessed our costume-skills in a glance and quickly said, “not that great, i’ve seen better.” Okay, so have I, but can you keep it to yourselves? We aren’t exactly seasoned, celebrity cosplayers. We don’t have tons of free hours and extra cash to spend on costume-making, so naturally our costumes won’t have the same polished-worbla look to them as Yaya Han’s. Be polite, don’t say mean things about cosplayers, or vendors.

- I feel like I need to repeat this in terms of vendors. When looking at someone’s art, remember that they probably took hours upon hours to make that single print. Don’t badmouth an artist’s art right there at the booth. They can hear you, they will be insulted.

- Be nice to volunteers! It’s my fourth(?) year volunteering for Comic-Con, and it’s all so much fun, but remember that we’re still working customer service. We still have a job to do. If I see your prop cane doesn’t have a weapons-check tag on it, I HAVE to ask you to go to weapons-check as soon as you can. And if your prop cane is also your real cane, sorry but you STILL have to go to weapons-check, because no one can tell that at first glance, and they really do make cane-weapons that we need to check for.

- along that lines, volunteers are a captive audience-- meaning we can’t go anywhere if people start harassing us. Don’t harass volunteers, for the love of god. If you see harassment happening, step in, even if it’s just to ask the volunteer an inane question about how the bathrooms are. It reminds the harasser that there are other people around who will take notice and who won’t stand for that.

I’ll probably make another post some other time, but ho boy have I had some weird convention experiences that I feel the need to share at some point. Convention hype is real with me and I feel like making impossible costumes when I only have like a week and a half until the con.

!!! Happy convention season, folks!!

[thethirstynoona]

Nightmare before Christmas

Your cousin’s annual ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ party.  Wonho had been the only family you had living in Seattle with you the first year you had moved there, so when you both were too poor to fly back home, he had decided to throw an illustrious costume party on Christmas Eve for all the lonely souls of the city.  Five years later – the party had become notorious, bragging a guest list of 5,000 people – not including the dates of the people invited.  Entry was strictly invite-only, however there were austere requirements for invitees to even enter.

Category: Smut/Threesome/Cum-Play/Alcohol-Driven Word Count: 3,928 Group/Members: Monsta X / Hyungwon & Changkyun A/N: Originally day 23 of the Advent Calendar...

Wonho had sent you the invitation; rolling your eyes, you opened it and read: Congratulations, Y/N! You have been selected to be an official guest to the 5th Annual Nightmare Before Christmas!

When: 12/24/16  10:00 pm – 4:00 am Where: 3003 W Casino Rd, Mukilteo, WA 98275 Who: Y/N +5 optional guests Cost: $500 per guest VIP Approved

Please review the Official Rules on the reverse side of this invitation.  RSVP should include: Costume Choice, Number of Guests Attending (along with their costume choices), and Date of Payment

Official Rules of the “Nightmare Before Christmas” annual bash

1.      Payment and RSVP are required by December 10th – no exceptions. You may NOT give your invite to another if you cannot afford/decline.  TBH you’re probably not going to be considered for next year’s guest list if you decline and/or cannot pay.  Payments may be made through PayPal, Venmo, or by Cash/Check.

2.     Immaculate Costume Store-bought costumes will be turned away at the door – we will know if you bought it at Party City.  Truly unique costumes will be placed to a contest and the winner will receive free entry to all future Nightmare Before Christmas parties.

3.     Costumes may NOT be Repeated from Last Year You are welcome to repeat a costume if you were in attendance two years ago, but if you attended last year’s festivities, you are required to have a different costume.

4.     RSVP with Costume Choice If your costume is a duplicate, you are required to participate in the various costume contests – winners of the contests are guaranteed free entry on next year’s Nightmare Before Christmas

5.     Guest/Date Allowed per Invite Directions If your invite doesn’t specify a +1, it means we really don’t like the people you hang out with, so consider yourself lucky that we even invited you.  Your additional friends are welcome to line up outside in the “For Consideration” line – entry for uninvited guests is not guaranteed.

6.    Mandatory Share on Social Media Pictures, Videos, Snaps, Live Broadcasts, and the like are accepted and welcome.  Follow us @nitemarexmas_seattle before posting, and use the tag #nitemarexmas in every post. If you don’t have social media – we didn’t invite you

7.     JACK SKELLINGTON IS OFF LIMITS AS A COSTUME CHOICE The Pumpkin King is always the costume choice of your host, Mr. Shin Hoseok aka Wonho.  Anyone attempting to attend with something resembling this character will be banned from any future Nightmare Before Christmas – don’t try it – we will make your life a living hell.

8.    Use UberBlack All drivers for UberBlack are reserved for invited guests – your ticket covered the cost of your ride to and from the space.

9.    VIP Section The VIP section is reserved for VIP Approved guests only.  If your invitation does not specify VIP on it, it means you haven’t earned your place to be considered “very important”.

God, he was so pretentious. Looking at your invite, you remembered the first year someone showed up as Jack – the guy’s costume was insanely better than Wonho’s, and since that night he had banned the costume as an option. It was funny mainly because Wonho had originally wanted to be Dr. Frankenfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but had torn the fishnets he was going to wear the night of, changing his costume back to what he was the year prior.  You chuckled at the memory as you Venmoed your cousin the funds with a mockery text that read: “I still need to pay after all I’ve done? Well, then I’m going to dress up as a better Pumpkin King than you :P”

Ticket prices had drastically inflated after the first year; the money was used to pay off the small loan Wonho would usually borrow from the bank to get the party going.  He rented out a hangar from Boeing, having the whole place decked out in Tim Burton style, complete with neon black lights to give a clubby appeal.  Traditional Christmas food items with Halloween flair were positioned in a remake of Halloween Town, the memorable fountain spewing the best jungle juice. Last year Wonho had managed to book Afrojack, but this year he was keeping the DJ a secret.

This was the second year you would attend this party alone.  The first time was in 2012, when you and Wonho first threw the party – but at the time you had Wonho, so it didn’t feel as lonely.  2016 overall was a shitty year – probably the most ups and downs you had had with your boyfriend, so all you wanted to do was get shitfaced and have a grand time.  As the black Audi pulled up to the hangar, the imposing bass permeating through the iron walls had already begun to deafen you.  Walking up the grey carpet, you were granted access immediately and handed a Pumpkin King shot upon entry.  You tossed it back and readied yourself for the best night of the year.

Jack Frost and Ghostrider assaulted you the moment you entered the VIP section.  You began to push them off until you noticed the familiar face of Hyungwon, wearing a white wig with a fitted cerulean hoodie decorated in sparkly ice patterns, and holding his curved staff.  Seeing his face meant that the leather-clad man in the skull mask could only have been Changkyun – they were Wonho’s best mates in Seattle.

“Y/N, you look….sexy,” Changkyun loudly praised through the music, pulling the skull mask off his face to admire your scantily clad attire.  Since you had decided for a change of hair color – turning it a bright crimson – the costume you had decided upon was Jessica Rabbit.  Decked out in the iconic outfit of the foxy vixen, both guys had a hard time keeping their eyes off of you.

“Thanks, Changkyun,” you haphazardly replied, your mind focused on finding your cousin to tell him how amazing the decorations turned out.  Hyungwon noticed your feeble attempt, tapped you on the shoulder, and pointed above the DJ booth to Wonho’s throne.  His costume infallible, he was donning the iconic pinstriped suit and bat bowtie, conveniently replacing the white undershirt with paint, causing the ensemble to conceitedly exaggerate his exposed chest.  He noticed you instantly, and instead of getting up from his careless posture, he waved a bone-painted hand and shook the stuffed Zero doll in the other, baring a toothy grin in your direction.

“He was so excited that he actually booked Tiesto that he said he’s not leaving the DJ booth at all,” Hyungwon said, handing you two shots from the line of glasses he had just placed on the railing.  The vibrant blue hue indicated they were the infamous Frostbite shots you vaguely remembered from the Frozen movie release party – delicious, but deadly after having a few thanks to the duplicitous tequila.

“To the end of 2016?” he suggested, cocking his head and waiting for your acquiescence.

“Fuck yes.  I’m so over this year.  Cheers!” you agreed, clinking your glass to his.  Toasting in celebration, you and Hyungwon linked arms and downed the first shot.  The sweet mint-chocolaty flavor went down smooth.  Reaching for the second round, you felt the bellicose fingertips of Hyungwon at the small of your back.  He looked at you with that flawless face of his, tilting his head to the side and biting his luscious lips.

Was it the way the icy white hair contrasted his milky skin or was Hyungwon always this attractive? You knew what would happen if you let him advance, and with the way the year went down, what was the harm in having one last bit of fun?  You decided to give it a chance – it’s not like you wanted anything serious anyway.

“What shall we cheers to on this one?” he asked, taking a step towards you so the gap was nonexistent. His mystical eyes didn’t hide their gaze as they looked at your enamoring cleavage; Hyungwon licked his lips at the rise and fall of your expansive chest.  Feeling frisky, you stuck his shot glass in between your breasts and shimmied your shoulders at him.

“How about to your beautiful lips?” you coyly suggested, stroking the full pout with your thumb and eyeing him hungrily.  Hyungwon leaned into the supple skin next to his shot glass and pressed his lips against it in a soft kiss.  He looked up at you with those same unreadable eyes.

“How about instead we toast to this cute little freckle,” he replied, moving his eyes back to the miniscule brown spot below your collarbone.  His generous lips followed his eyes, returning to your delicate skin. This visit carried more aggression; Hyungwon sucked into your flesh, nibbling lightly and making his way up your neck till he reached your earlobe.   

“Well?  Should we toast to that, or do you have something better?” he whispered before gnawing on your tender lobe.  His tongue penetrated your interior, rendering you useless in his arms.  His hands roamed your body, one of them glued to the various sections of your spine and the other finding the high slit of your dress, snapping the black garter on your thigh.  Hyungwon returned his face to your breasts, using the talents of his plump mouth to paint violet stains on your skin, marking you as his.  Your panties were quickly becoming a dampened mess under the touch of Jack Frost.

“What are you two up to?  I leave for a few minutes and you’re practically fucking,” Changkyun teased as he walked up to you.  Hyungwon mouthed the shot glass and knocked his head back, releasing his grasp on you. Changkyun eyed your bruised flesh and chuckled to himself as he shook his head and grabbed one of the remaining shots, mirroring the actions of his elder friend.  He grimaced at the sugariness of the shot.

“Ugh, I remember these. Too sweet for my taste…” he trailed off, an idea popping into his head, “I’ll be right back – meet me in our section, it’s to the left over there.”

He ran off in the direction of the bar after pointing you in the direction of the private VIP section – something Wonho organized for only the elite of the elite guests.  The private room was decked out in proper themed attire.  Black lights were casted upon a painted wall representing the memorable graveyard, and grey pillows covered the matching floor cushion. Hyungwon placed his cane against the wall and hopped onto the padded section, placing his hands behind his head. The neon glow of his hair made you giggle before you swigged the last Frostbite shot.  About to join Hyungwon on the mattress, a pair of hands pressed into your hips, preventing your movement.  Changkyun was behind you, his devious hands exploring your body while Hyungwon watched.  

“Your beverages, sir,” a member of the wait staff queued before entering the lounge.  Changkyun didn’t move his hands from your body.

“Set them on the table there,” he ordered.  The waiter set down three small crystal decanters, the first filled with a rosy brown liquid, the second with a red liquid, and the last one with a pale tawny liquid.  He added three old fashioned glasses, a shaker, a spoon, and a bucket of ice. Upon his exit, the waiter closed the curtains hanging from the rafters above, giving the three of you some privacy. 

“So, Changkyun, what are we drinking?” Hyungwon asked, getting up from the mattress as he eyed the display.

“Well, I am Ghostrider, so I’m going to make us some real fireball shots,” he excitedly replied, freeing your body of his grasp to handle the drink situation.  He mixed the first two liquids in the shaker together in a 1:1 ratio, grabbing a handful of ice and adding it to the shaker.  Before he began the signature bartender movement, an evil grin plagued his face as he looked at you. 

“Care to mix it for us?” he deviously provoked, handing you the full shaker.  You rolled your eyes as you began to pump the mixer in the air, causing your ample bosoms to bounce generously; it was a good thing you had all but glued the top of the dress to your skin – it didn’t budge.  The resilience of the dress didn’t stop both gentlemen from ogling your goodies in the sensual act.

“Satisfied?” you said, your response dripping with sarcasm.

“Not yet,” he teased, taking the shaker back from your grasp. Changkyun poured three shots of the mixture, then grabbed the third decanter, using the spoon as a shield and layering the final ingredient on top of each shot.  He fumbled in the pocked of his leather jacket for a moment until he pulled out a silver zippo lighter.  Changkyun set aflame the top of each shot before handing one off to you and Hyungwon.

“Impressive,” Hyungwon mentioned before he held up the glass, “So, what are we going to toast to?”

Looking between the two, it was hard to take either of them seriously with the matching giddy looks on their faces.  Hooking up with Hyungwon was one thing, but sleeping with both of them – at the same time…you weren’t entirely sure if that was a feat you wanted to attempt.  Drinks still lit, you sighed in defeat and raised your glass.

“To a fun night with the two of you,” you muttered, trying your best to emphasize your lack of excitement.  Changkyun and Hyungwon smirked at each other and joined you, clinking the three glasses together before taking the fiery inhibitor. 

Wasting no time, Changkyun slammed the glass onto the petite table and returned his hands to your form. Hyungwon returned to his former position on the padded floor, waiting for the events to unfold.  Changkyun’s invasive hands tugged at the tight fabric, pulling it to reveal the soaked material that used to resemble your undergarments – now it simply looked like a wrung-up towel, desperately attempting to cover your sex.  He walked you to the edge of the bedding, where Hyungwon was eagerly waiting on his knees, his idle hands molding to your legs the moment you were within reach.

Trailing soft kisses up the creamy skin of your thighs, Hyungwon’s seductive lips found the hem of the textures clinging to your essence.  Kitten licks of his invasive tongue made you reach for his hair, but not before Changkyun’s grasp restrained your arms, leaving you to suffer the erotic touch of Hyungwon.  A gentle pull with his teeth on the drawers, and Hyungwon had successfully removed your panties, utilizing his hands to banish them completely from your bodice. He sat back and brought the sodden fabric to his face, inhaling the saccharine aroma of your musk.  Changkyun lifted his obstruction of your arms, pulling the dress up further and uncovering your navel.

“Touch yourself for Hyungwon, Y/N,” Changkyun purred into your ear, cupping your breasts with his firm grasp.  Removing a single glove, you walked your fingers down your torso, finding your slippery folds.  The single motion of your digits entering your center and pulsing back out brought Hyungwon back to his knees, ready to pounce at the first sign of your apex. You continued your ministrations and craned your neck to let Changkyun nibble at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your traps.

Changkyun’s hands like a bloodhound’s nose; they found the fold of fabric on your dress concealing the zipper. As if working in tandem with one another, Hyungwon’s hands stopped the workings of your delicate fingers at the same time.  His plump lips met your heated core while Changkyun tugged at your zipper till it was fully undone. 

You felt the cool fingers of Jack Frost pry apart your lips as his contrasting warm tongue teased your clit.  He lapped up your essence and slurped your nub, his elbows keeping your knees from coming together.  Your fingers found the ivory wig and abrasively pulled it off to fist his brunette locks.  Meanwhile, Ghostrider had been fumbling with the top half of your dress glued to your body. By the time his friend’s tongue had begun its onslaught of your sex, he had successfully removed the fabric adhesive and found a home on your ample mounds.  As he pushed the dress down your body, Hyungwon moved back onto the mattress and lay down, admiring the unveiling of your naked form.

Changkyun took control once you were down to a single glove, garter belt, and stilettos.  He jerked your body to face him and backed you onto the floor pad, pushing you down to your knees as your dribbling mess of a pussy hovered over Hyungwon’s face.  You felt him trace a finger along your juices and heard him taste them as he sucked on the finger.  Pinching lightly at the skin on your hips, Hyungwon pulled you down to a full-seated position on his face.  All you could think about were Hyungwon’s lips as he ate you out.  You began to ride his face, until Changkyun brought you back to the reality of the number of players in the room.

He grabbed your hands and latched them to his belt, and you followed his insinuated instructions rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it was on the floor and you were pulling at the leather material clinging to his crotch. His erection made it difficult to remove the tight clothing – it had already been skintight.  His massive cock sprung to life once freed from the pants, and you were quick to wrap your fingers around it – Changkyun was so thick your fingers didn’t even touch. 

“Fuck!” Changkyun exclaimed when your hand squeezed too tightly around his shaft.  Hyungwon had brought you to the cusp of your release, causing you to firmly grasp the only thing in your hand.  You quickly remedied his fluster with the soft touch of your tongue to his tip.  Moving to the base, you began tasting his shaft, slowly tracing your tongue along the underside back up to the tip, where you allowed his entrance into your mouth, sinking your lips back down to the base.  You bobbed your head in a methodical movement, until Hyungwon’s machinations proved too much for you to handle.  Your orgasm poured out of you; the shrill sounds of your moaning were muffled by the enormous length in your mouth and the verbose music provided by DJ Tiesto.

Changkyun grabbed the back of your head and began pumping into you, while Hyungwon grabbed your hips and rocked them back on forth on his mouth, flittering his tongue along the entirety of your smitten sex.  In one swift movement, Changkyun had spun you around, wasting no time in entering your wet folds with his colossal girth, barely allowing you time to adjust to his size. Hyungwon wiped his mouth and sat up, pulling down the loosely fitted trousers to reveal his hardened dick.  He pumped it a couple times and bit his lip as he looked from your fucked-out gaze to his member.

Hyungwon wasn’t as girthy as his younger friend, but what he lacked in the mass department he made up for in length.  Taking him into your mouth quickly led to obscene gagging noises as he thrust into you. Hyungwon fisted your hair as he pushed you into the sweet spot of hearing the noise, but not activating the reflex.  Changkyun was just as turned on by the sounds of your gurgling, gripping onto your ass tightly as he quickened his pace.  The young man didn’t realize his overstep in his change in stride – this caused you to gag profusely on Hyungwon’s lengthy cock, prompting him to shoot his dongsaeng a frustrated glare.  Changkyun pulled out of you, and Hyungwon turned you once again, only this time your core was hovering his length.  

He pulled you down onto him, a sigh of pleasure escaping your lips.  Hyungwon traced his fingertips along the tops of your thighs, running to your tummy until he wrapped his arms around your waist, catching his breath in your back as you adjusted to his size and he to your tight walls.  Changkyun stood stroking himself, watching the two of you.  He sauntered to you and began twisting your nipples, which were level with his radiating girth.

Changkyun positioned himself in between your breasts, and as you looked up at him, you pressed them together to wrap around his throbbing member.  Hyungwon moved his hands to your hips and began moving you up and down along his length, which caused your tits to move along Changkyun in tandem. Squeezing your soft pillows, your eyes never left Changkyun’s – his finger found your mouth, and you would only break eye contact to close them whilst teasing his finger with your needy tongue.

You felt a second high approaching.  Changkyun and Hyungwon were close, too – you could feel it when Changkyun’s fingers abdicated your mouth and moved to your hair; Hyungwon’s grasp on your hips had started digging into your flesh.  The feel of Hyungwon’s magnificent head raking the walls of your core became too much to endure; your orgasm had arrived, making an entrance louder than the music as your mewls penetrated the walls around you.  Changkyun had already begun jerking himself to cum onto your chest, the sticky liquid glowing in the black light against your skin.

Hyungwon wasn’t quite finished – upon the burst of his friend, he twisted you around to face him, laying you down, and began pummeling into your heat.  Once ready for his orgasm, he pulled out to cum onto your stomach, matching the lustrous marks of his friend.  He collapsed next to you, playing with the warm liquid on your body and feeding it to you as he stuck his laden finger into your mouth.  You readily accepted his offer and leaned towards him to feel his soft, plump lips against yours once more.  He caressed the sides of your face and kissed you gently. Changkyun had already dressed and began readying another round of shots when the host of the party entered without caution.

“Well, well,” Wonho started as he looked around the room, noticing the glittering spots of pleasure decorating the room.  He smirked and shook his head, a snarky grin growing on his face.  “I guess I’ll just leave the three of you alone.  Seems like you’re having a grand time – don’t worry about the costume contest.”  He turned to make his exit, but left with one last comment.

“Oh, and Y/N…Glad you’ve allowed yourself such a grand Christmas present, but remember who’s friends these are…and just how many days are left in this year.”

Once Wonho was gone, you realized the error in your actions – you had been treating this event like a New Year’s party, and the hungry look on both Hyungwon’s and Changkyun’s faces meant that there were seven more days of this heaven.  It was sure to be the silver lining to the shittiest year to date.