#where only tim and jessica had mouths of the five

[peculiarbob]

Desolate Souls and Broken Minds

Chapter 6: Old Friends

Chapter 5: Angel of the Lord

Chapter 4: Nice to Meet You

Chapter 3: Good as Dead

Chapter 2: The Dream

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Word count: 2360

Summary: Skully isn’t gonna stop harassing Tim and Jessica till he gets what he wants. What does he want? No one really knows for sure. But one thing is for certain, old friends always have our backs.

They interrogated us for hours, but now we can finally get some sleep. Not that I get much anyways. Jessica seems really tired and drags her feet while walking to her room.

“Night.” I call to her.

“Night.” she calls back in a croaky voice.

I lay in bed for another hour but I can’t fall asleep. I look at my bedside table and on top of it is my bottle of pills. I hadn’t realized that I had only two more pills. I didn’t want to have to go to the car in the morning so I decide to go now. It’s cold, I don’t know why I didn’t bring a jacket. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for like five days, I should shower. It’s now drizzling which honestly feels good on my skin. I reach inside the car and onto the backseat. I grab my duffel bag and pull out my other bottle of pills. I lock the car and start heading back when-

WHACK!

Something metal hits me hard on the head. I fall to the ground. Everything around me is spinning and blurry. Someone’s knee is digging into my back as they tie my hands together with rope. I try to break away from them but they grab my hair and slam my head onto the ground. I black out.

I wake up tied to a tree, my mouth has a gag in it, and I can feel thick blood running down my face along with the rain. There’s a man with curly dark hair standing a couple feet away from me, he swallows a couple of my pills. He puts the bottle in his front jacket pocket, puts his mask completely on, then turns to me. Skully. He slowly pulls out a pocket knife but he doesn’t slit my throat. He starts to unbutton my shirt then starts cutting me, but not random cuts either, he’s cutting a sigil into my chest. It hurts like hell but I can’t do anything to stop him.

When he’s done with me he cleans the knife off with a cloth then starts to unbutton his own clothes. He turns away from me as he wounds his own chest. When he’s done, he faces his whole body towards me and just stares. It’s raining harder now and he’s just staring at me from behind that mask.

“Get away from him!” Dean yells. I can see him, Sam, and Cas running in our direction.

Skully then shoves a blood covered hand onto my bleeding chest. A blinding white light shines everywhere and for a moment I can’t see anything. When I gain back my vision Cas isn’t there. Sam and Dean look around in confusion for just a second, but in that time Skully takes something from off the ground and shoves it into the cuts he made on his chest. The brothers instantly go into an idle stage, they look as if they’re void of any emotion. He takes the thing out of his chest and waves it in front of my face. I can now see that it’s a bundle of some kind of sticks which was clearly soaked in some sort of substance, smells awful. He gently puts his hand on my cheek, places a finger to his “lips” then walks away.

About ten minutes pass before Sam and Dean awaken. At this point the rain has been beaming down on me and my gashes, I’m weak from blood loss. They look around clearly disorientated. I call them over and they clumsily untie me, I can barely stand so they have to help me walk.

“Where’d he go?” Dean says, still a bit dazed.

“Don’t know.” I reply.

We head back to the bunker, none of us can walk straight. It took us longer than it usually would have to get back but we made it. Jack immediately gets up and tells me he can heal me.

“Here- let me just…”

“Woah woah woah. What are you-?”

He places one hand on my chest and with a brilliant glowing light, he heals me completely. It was as if nothing happened. I thank him as he starts healing Sam and Dean. He sets a glowing hand on their foreheads and they return back to normal.

“Okay, what the hell?” Dean says somewhat angrily, “We’re gonna find that bastard and make him pay.”

“Sure, but first” Sam says, “where’s Jessica?”

“She went outside.” Jack answers, “She asked me where do we keep the guns. So I gave her one and she headed outside. I found her attire a bit strange though.”

“What d’you mean?” I ask, it’s a strange thing to mention.

“Well, she wore a loose flannel shirt, ripped jeans, hunting boots, gloves, and a black cloak with the hood up. She looked mad and had a knife attached to her calf. I didn’t ask any questions, she kinda scared me.”

I decide to go outside in hopes of finding her. Before I do so, I grab a flashlight and a gun and put on a freaking jacket. It doesn’t take me long to find her though. She’s walking around, with no light except for the moon. She’s holding something too. I call to her and rush over there. Jessica doesn’t react much, although she covers up whatever she’s holding with her cloak even more.

“Are you alright?” she says.

“Um. Yeah. How’d you know-?”

“He sent me messages.” she says these words with no emotion, “He somehow got my number and texted me a picture of you tied up. He then told me exactly what he was going to do. Cut sigils into you and himself, get rid of the angel, stun the brothers, then get to Jack and me. He said, and I quote, ‘You two are going to help me get rid of a certain bastard. Along with help from some of our old friends.’ I’m not going to be used and he’s not going to lay a finger on Jack.”

“Some of our old friends” what does that mean? I’ll help Jessica with whatever her plan is, I think she’s finally sick of being used by all these monsters. We walk for a bit more when Jessica gets a text, it’s from Jack:

“Where are you? Are you safe? Please answer me!”

“Me and Tim are safe, don’t worry. Go to your room and lock the door. Make sure you have a weapon.”

“Okay.”

We walk for a little while more, not a word was spoken. I tell Jessica that we’re just wandering around blindly at this point and that we should just go back, she agrees. Just as we turn around we hear gunfire and screams. We immediately run behind a large tree and watch as Skully runs into view. I can faintly hear his loud breathing, he’s looking around nervously. I can see that he’s twitching and…. Crying? He puts both of his hands to his head as he starts hyperventilating.

BANG!

My ears start ringing as Jessica lowers her gun. Skully falls to the ground, the bullet entered near his shoulder. His sobs grow louder then turn into screams. Me and Jessica start to cough, violently, my vision start to turn cloudy as well. I’m grabbed viciously grabbed by the arm and practically dragged out of there. Whoever is grabbing me also has Jessica, they leave Skully. I turn around to see that faceless bastard. That’s the last thing I see before I black out.

I wake up in a strange place. It looks like a bedroom, not one I’ve been in before though. I get up from the surprisingly comfortable bed and look around. The room is kind of bare, one window with lace curtains opposite of the door, the bed, a closet, and a night stand. First I look in the closet, nothing. Then I look inside the drawer and find one thing, an empty bottle of pills. My pills. I leave it there and quietly look around the house.The place is honestly not that big. The room I was in is near the end of the short hall. To my right is the bathroom, to my left is another bedroom and the rest of the hall. I look in the other bedroom.

It had the same structure as the other one, but this one was more decorated. Above the bed was a map of Kansas with red dots and labels. A couple dots were labeled “Skully HB” but are now crossed out. Only one of those dots remain untouched. There is also a circle labeled “M.O.L. Base” not sure what that means though. I look in the closet next, lots of Gucci. But next to all of the expensive clothing, there’s a yellow hoodie. I stumble backwards then rush to the drawer. There I find a black mask made out of fabric with a red frown on it.

I run out of that room to try and find the exit. Instead I find the kitchen. And guess who’s in the kitchen. My old pal, Brian Thomas. He’s making something on the stove while a cup of coffee is sitting on the counter. I don’t move an inch. Yet he turns around and isn’t surprised to see me standing there.

“Oh hey, you’re up!” he calls cheerfully, “You probably have questions. We can talk about it over these omelettes I made for breakfast. “

He directs me to the dining room and sets down two plates and two cups of coffee. I can’t help but stare at him in horror and awe. He has been dead for about four years now! The only thing different about his appearance is his black eye. We both sit down then he tries to start a conversation.

“So, Tim. How’s life been. Well, obviously not that great considering how last night went.”

“How?” I manage to whisper. He pauses before replying.

“Well, for the record, I did die. I just didn’t stay that way.” when I don’t say anything he continues, “I fell from that ledge and died, painfully. This reaper or whatever came to me and lead me to hell.”

“What?” I mutter timidly.

“Yeah. Hell. For you guys, the living, it was probably around three and a half years. For people like me it was well over a hundred years. You lose count after a while. Oh yeah, remember Amy and Sarah? Yeah, they’re suffering in hell.”

“Why w-?”

“Why would they go to hell? I don’t know. I didn’t see Seth, Alex, or Jay though. Weird. But I did see a bunch of other people. It’s strange, it kinda looked like we had our own place in hell. Like we were separated from everyone else. Whatever the fuck was torturing me, must have really enjoyed it. Sick bastard.”

Brian put his arm over his stomach, he looked so mad but also like he wanted to cry at the same time. He stands up to get more coffee, I follow him. I can hear him taking slow deep breaths while pouring his drink. When he turns around to me I can’t help but embrace him. After a couple of moments he sets his cup down and hugs back. I hold him as close as possible. I can feel tears run down my face and onto his shirt, but I don’t care. After a while we finally let go of each other. Brian’s face is dripping with tears. We look at each other and laugh.

“Shut up you demisexual dork.” I say jokingly.

“Don’t call me that, you’re gonna make me cry more.” He says still laughing.

We spend the rest of the day catching up. He tells me about hell and what he’s been doing since he came back from the dead. He doesn’t know exactly how he came back and he didn’t really want to talk about it. He also tells me that fake credit cards work great if you want to buy Gucci. I tell him about how my life has been going, not that great. We end up getting to the topic of the map.

“So the crossed out dots were where I thought Skully’s home base was. The circle is the Men of Letter’s base. There’s like a five mile radius around it where everything is a bit, uh, messed up. Can’t track anything in there.”

“Huh, so me and Jessica were safe there. Speaking of which, where is she?” He’s silent, but for only a moment.

“Tim, I uh…. I don’t really know. Things got out of hand and my memory is a bit fuzzy. All I remember is I grabbed you two when the operator showed up-”

“The ‘operator’?”

“That’s what I call it, that’s also what the people in hell called it so yeah. Anyways, I grabbed you two, I tried to get away but someone stopped me, he gave me a black eye. But yeah, everything after that is pretty much gone.”

We decide that tomorrow we should go out to look for her. Look where? No idea, but we have to try. That night we move my mattress into Brian’s room, I don’t want to sleep in a strange place alone. I try to get some sleep but I keep tossing and turning. It had to be around midnight when Brian says something in a quiet raspy voice.

“I met an angel.” I turn around to face him.

“What?” He turns over to look at me.

“When I got out of hell, I met an angel. I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but I don’t care anymore. He said his name was Zayden or something. He made me whole again, I wasn’t just a shell of a man. Well, sort of. He kinda just hid all that stuff in the back of my mind, didn’t even do a really good job either.”

“Me and Jessica met him too. Somethings up.”

We both agree to continue this in the morning so we can get some sleep. But I think we both know neither of us rested even a bit.

[strengthrequireskindness]

Revelations

This is a three-part Halloween fic based on a prompt by @quillsareswords! Since I've been inexcusably inactive lately, I hope this makes up for it!

Title is because I have a major thing for biblical references though I myself am agnostic

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PROLOGUE

Halloween, one year ago

"I can't believe we have to patrol on Halloween!" Jamila threw up her hands as she paced along the rooftop. An hour into their stakeout had yielded nothing. She was not happy about it.

A flash of green heralded the arrival of her younger twin. His trademark scowl was firmly in place.

"Ttt. You would really rather beg for candy in childish costumes?"

"Better than tracking down a murder suspect that hasn't been seen in months. Do you really think he'd go back to his old house? That's practically asking to be caught."

Damian tutted. His cape swished as he made his way over to her. "He's eluded the GCPD for months now. It's likely why Father sent us."

Jamila couldn't argue with that. While Damian was undoubtedly skilled in combat, his occasional arrogance sometimes caused him to overlook things. She was more subdued, preferring to observe and investigate. Although she would fight if it came to that.

As Blackbird and Robin, they were a dynamic sibling duo, as Dick called it. Though not in front of Damian. The last time he'd done so, her brother had insulted his Discowing fashion choices for eight minutes straight.

"Let's review things-perhaps there's something we've missed." If nothing else, it was something to do.

Damian adjusted the sword at his belt, fiddling with the hilt. While Jamila knew steel blades were out of the question, wooden practice swords packed a punch and might even cause a concussion if used correctly.

"I doubt you would have missed anything."

"Is that a compliment from my brother? What is going on? Should I check to see if we're in a parallel universe?"

"Shut up, Blackbird," he muttered.

"Ooh, scary. Anyway, our lucky winner tonight is Godfrey Nash. Five foot nine, brown eyes, blonde hair, slightly overweight. He worked for Wayne Enterprises before being fired two years ago. In May, the bodies of three women were discovered in his apartment. By then, he'd already skipped town."

She paused. "Background checks say Nash has a history of violence. He got suspended in ninth grade for slamming a kid's face into a chain-link fence. He was also fired from his first job for slashing a coworker's tires."

"So we're looking for a psychopath." Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Not necessarily. It's possible he's just very bad at managing anger."

Her twin scoffed. "That's obvious. I did find something at the crime scene."

"Oh?" Jamila hadn't been able to go to the crime scene because she'd been recovering from a scuffle with Scarecrow. Damian had been forced to take over her usual spot.

"Well, it's what I didn't find that is notable. There wasn't a murder weapon or fingerprints."

"What? Weren't the bodies slashed beyond recognition?"

"Yes, but then or since there has been no knife or something similar found."

She sighed. "So possible metahuman involvement, then. That might explain the lack of prints on the bodies."

"Likely, though Croc has been quiet."

"A new player?"

"Newcomers usually go for Father first. We would have heard about that."

As if Damian had summoned him, Jamila's earpiece buzzed. She switched it on, unsurprised to hear Batman's voice on the other end.

Her relationship with their father wasn't as close as Damian's. While Damian had been discovered first by Bruce, it took some time before the man had trusted her brother enough to believe his stories about a sibling.

Her brother and father found her four years after Damian's defection. She nearly killed Bruce upon their first encounter out of fury and resentment. It took a combined effort by her brother and Nightwing to calm her down. Repeated efforts involving the entire Batfamily taught her to trust others.

She'd forgiven him. Both of them were trying to be closer. But she'd never forget the feeling of knowing that help was out there and wasn't coming.

"Blackbird, report." His voice, as always, sounded like he was gargling with gravel.

"No movement from the house, aside from several police officers taking down the crime scene tape. It's been five months since the bodies were found, so that's not suspicious."

She swallowed before making her pitch. "There's been no sign of Nash and we've been here for sixty minutes. May we take a short break to go trick-or-treating?"

"Negative. There's been a development."

Jamila choked down her disappointment before responding. It wouldn't do to complain to her father. Batman was not the kind of man who changed his mind without good reason. "What is it?"

"Facial recognition confirmed the first victim's identity. It's Delilah Dearborn."

"Wasn't she the socialite you took to the charity gala?"

"Yes."

The answer confirmed her growing suspicions. "Father, tell Tim to calibrate the facial recognition software for women you've taken to public events. I know you're busy with Justice League business. But he isn't."

"All right. I'll have him patch into your comms when he's done. Batman out."

The earpiece went dead. Jamila turned to Damian, who was giving her a dirty look.

"Drake? Really?"

"I know you don't like him. He's better at technology than either of us."

"Ttt. Very well." He crossed his arms, looking for all the word like a petulant little boy instead of a badass vigilante. The fact that he was doing this while pacing along the far side of the roof didn't help matters.

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "What's on your mind, sister?"

"One of the victims is someone Father took to a gala. I'm following a hunch. Maybe this is more than just anger issues."

No sooner had she finished her sentence than her earpiece buzzed again. One switch directed her to Tim's voice. He sounded equal parts tired and thoughtful.

"Tim. What do you have?"

"Well, your instincts are spot on, as usual." Furious typing echoed from the other end of the line. "I've recalibrated the software. Matches for the other two victims popped up almost instantly. Marinda Ayotunde and Jessica Blake both dated Bruce. At least that's what the tabloids say. And get this-they're both rich and famous. Ayotunde was related to African royalty. Blake was the CEO of Lionheart Solutions. It's a private security firm that protects society's elites."

"So Nash is resentful of Bruce because Bruce's company fired him. He's resentful of wealthy people too?"

"One out of two. Blake wasn't significantly wealthy yet, but she's famous enough to make it into local papers. My guess is Nash doesn't like people who are significant. He deserves to be significant and they don't."

"Would that extend to the Batfamily?"

It was a pertinent question. Tim's answer would reflect how they proceeded. So Jamila was paying close attention to her earpiece when it happened.

Something grabbed at her leg.

It was a strong grip, far too strong to be human. She struggled. The grip held firm. She bit back a scream as she was yanked off the side of the building.

The impact with the top of the dumpster knocked the wind out of her, sending a spike of pain through her stomach. Definitely a bruised rib if not worse.

Enough self-diagnosis, she chided herself. You're under attack.

A growl from behind her caught her attention. She turned, drawing her bo staff off her back. It annoyed Damian that she used the same weapon as Tim. But that wasn't relevant.

One look at the thing in front of her and she knew that her weapon wasn't going to cut it.

It stood taller than six feet, covered in a ragged coat of what seemed like fur. Gleaming claws curled out of its huge hands and feet. Harsh yellow eyes and a long snout completed the look.

Jamila knew what this was. This couldn't possibly be it. In a world where even her grandfather stayed alive for eternities due to science, a werewolf simply wasn't part of the equation.

It opened its mouth and roared. She saw slavering fangs and breath that stank worse than anything she'd ever smelled before it lunged.

The dumpster saved her. As the monster surged forward, she dodged to the side. She slipped behind the green container and shoved it forward.

It caught the wolf square in the chest, but at a price. The heavy weight dulled her reflexes with predictable results. Her foot caught against a stray bag and sent her plunging forward.

She smacked into the pavement, her hands scraping against the concrete. Panic overtook her now and she scrabbled at the ground for purchase.

Jamila pushed herself upright just as the wolf's (she was calling it that because it couldn't possibly have the were portion of the name) claws raked into her right shoulder. She hissed in pain and thrust her bo staff forward with everything she had.

And the wolf caught it.

She stared in disbelief. This thing had just blocked a full-strength attack with no effort at all. It looked at the staff, tilting its head to the side. A growl rumbled outwards, nearly as loud as the blood rushing in her ears.

The bo staff was yanked out of her hands with no warning at all, clattering to the pavement like a broken toy. The momentum drove Jamila forward, and the wolf took advantage of that. It took her injured arm with its free clawed hand and ripped.

She screamed now, blood pooling out of the remains of her suit's right sleeve. It hurt. It hurt so much she couldn't think straight. How did it do that so fast and so effectively? How could she survive this?

Even with pain clouding her sight, she could see the wolf striding towards her with the walk of something that knows it's won. She raised her leg and kicked out, a last desperate defense against what she knew was coming.

The wolf swatted it aside like a bothersome fly.

A deep rumbling laugh echoed from inside it as her vision darkened. She'd heard that laugh on many a surveillance feed. Stakeouts weren't only visual.

"Oh, I like you. Maybe I'll take you after all."

There was a fierce stabbing pain, a sensation like her organs rearranging themselves, then inky blackness.

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Part Two will be up tomorrow! Thanks again to @quillsareswords for their excellent inspiration for this!

[actual-lea]

Vanishing Point - Chapter 2

WHOA HEY remember when I posted the first part of a thing months ago and never posted more LOOK HERE’S MORE OOPS (AO3)

(Previous)

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“Tim, it’s me.”

Already, he knows what this is.

“I watched the tape that I took from you. And now, I’m at Rosswood, trying to retrace Alex and Jessica’s steps.”

Why now, though? Years, it’s been years, nearly three, since this voicemail was, for all intents and purposes, lost to the ether.

A hint of static bleeds through the speaker and Jay’s voice cracks along with it, and Tim’s fingers tighten around the phone. How long it’s been since he’s heard that static anywhere but in his own head, spreading behind his eyes on sleepless nights when he can still taste the blood in the back of his throat, can still feel it flaking beneath his fingernails and staining his hands no matter how hard he tries to scrub it away.

“I crossed through that tunnel…” More static, drowning out the rest of the sentence, but it doesn’t matter; the words ring in his ears anyway, clear as day.  

He shouldn’t be surprised by this. He’s not stupid; he’d noticed all of the time-related oddities that that thing seemed fond of causing. He and Jay even had a conversation about it once, a few months after the fact, after they descended into a dark basement in the middle of the day and escaped less than a minute later into a pitch-black night.

He doesn’t like to think about that night.

Still, the precedent is there; he shouldn’t be surprised by this.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

“Just…call me, as soon as you get this.”

As the rest of the message plays, the audio grows more distorted, and Tim sits frozen, a numb heaviness settling into his joints. He’d reach for the heater to chase away the ice clawing at his veins, if he could only move, could only do anything but listen silently as Jay’s words become choked gasps for air.

And then, just like that, the message ends, and the spell is broken.

Tim blinks a few times, lets out a breath.

His thumb hovers above the trash icon.

It’s just an echo, no more real than any of the nightmares that have become increasingly few and far-between the more distance he puts behind himself. It’s nothing more than a piece of corrupted memory; he can’t help now, anymore than he could back then, and it can’t help him. There’s nothing to do now but let go.

But then, he supposes, it can’t really hurt him now, either, can it?

He presses Call.

And he waits, as he always does, as the line rings once, twice, and a third time, and he holds his breath and counts down from five and braces himself for the harsh computerized voice informing him that the number he’s dialed isn’t available right now, and when instead of the familiar message he hears a click and a dull thud on the other end he nearly drops the phone again.

“Jay?” The word is out of his mouth before he can stop it, so hopeful that it surprises him. He presses the phone harder into his ear until it hurts, squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the static that he slowly identifies as wind coming through the speaker, and another, sharper sound that he can’t quite identify.

None of those noises sound like a response, though, and his shoulders sag a bit already, but he can’t stop himself from trying again, “Jay, is that… Are you there?”

A shuffling reaches his ears, and his breathing halts completely.

“Hhe…” It’s a soft noise, barely identifiable as human, but it is. “Low?”

“Oh my God. Jay, oh my God where are you are you alright can you hear me do you understand me–” He’s already shifting the car into drive, screeching out of the parking lot and hardly hearing the blaring horns of protest from behind him.

“Low…I…” That sharp noise from before drowns Jay out for a moment. “W–where…”

“Jay, listen to me, this is Tim, I…” God, where does he begin? What can he even say to someone who’s been dead – he was dead, Tim saw his corpse for fuck’s sake – for the better part of three years? “I– I need to know where you are. I need you to tell me what’s around you, can you do that?” He’s headed east on the interstate, already, he knows the general direction that he has to go because there’s nowhere else in the world that Jay could be…

At least, he hopes so.

“Please, Jay, this is really important,” he adds, and it sounds like Jay is working to collect his breath, like the simple act of speaking is draining all the energy he has left.

And for all Tim knows, it very well could be, and his already-white knuckles tighten on the steering wheel at that thought.

“T…trees,” is Jay’s labored reply, and Tim nearly throws the phone out the window.

“I need you to be more specific than just trees, Jay, please,” and it takes every ounce of his self-control to sound calm, and collected, to keep the panic and urgency from bleeding into every word as Jay is probably bleeding out right now and he’s so damn far away and he can’t be too late again–

“Trees,” Jay repeats, and there’s a wheezing cough before he finally manages to choke out, with a distinctly emphasized th sound, “Threes.”

Jay starts to say something else, but that sharp sound from before blares in Tim’s ear instead, insistent and piercing, and he finally identifies it as a bird, screeching from somewhere oddly close to the microphone on the other end.

“Jay, I’m coming to find you, just… Stay put, if you’re somewhere that seems safe, and I'll–”

There’s a thud in his ear, and Tim’s heart skips a beat.

“Jay?”

The static on the other end has stopped.

“Jay, are you there?”

He pulls the phone away from his ear with a curse. The call seems to have dropped, but there’s no notification, like it never happened in the first place.

He shakes his head, with a mix of something like denial and determination blooming in his chest, and floors it.

(next chapter)

[sasha-whos-askin-racket]

Oooh, can you please do the Thanksgiving AU for Jecker? (It doesn't have to be Thanksgiving, it could be British holiday)

(Do you guys have Boxing Day in America, and if so, do you celebrate it the same way as us British do? Oh well. This is Boxing Day.Also I don’t know about the US, but in Britain the legal smoking age is 18.Same for drinking, the legal age in the UK is also 18.)

Jess took Beckers hand. “Relax. My parents will love you. It’s my brothers you’ll have to worry about. Well…One of my brothers..”“B-Brothers? How many do you have?”“Three….”“Three?!”Jess burst out laughing at the look on her boyfriends face. “Oh relax, they’ll love you. I promise.”“I..I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”“I would.”She knocked on the door and instantly it opened, revealing the woman stood on the other side.She was quite clearly Jess’s mother, and Becker had to admit that the resemblance between them was striking. “Good morning honey. It’s so nice you could get away from your job to come and visit us.” She greeted with the warm smile that so often graced Jess’s face.”Oh, and you’ve brought Hilary. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Jessica talks of you often.”“Mother!” Her kind attitude was infectious and soon Becker was smiling too.“Are the boys here?” She asked, grinning, and when her mother nodded, Jess felt Becker’s hand tighten around her own.“Yes. They’ve been looking forwards to this day for weeks. They do miss you so. Well come in. It’s awfully cold out here!”The door was closed behind them, and Becker found himself standing in a warm kitchen, where almost everything seemed to be yellow.He could see where Jess got her love for bright colours from.

There was a crackle of walkie-talkie static and a voice so quiet that none of them noticed whispered from under the table “Male, average height. Seems to be mid to late twenties. Strong; military by the looks of it. Kind of intimidating. Nice hair.”

A small boy toddled up to them and wrapped his arms around Jess’s knees. He had messy red hair and big blue eyes, and he spoke with two fingers jammed into his mouth. “Jess!” He cheered, and then looked up at Becker. “Who’s this?”“This is my friend Becker. Becker, this is my youngest brother Timothy. He’s four.”“Hey little man!” Becker bent down to high-five Timothy, and something caught his eye.He turned his head and noticed another boy, dressed in black, sitting under the table, his brown hair messy and falling into his blue eyes, something clutched in his hand. “I take it this is one of your other brothers?” He asked, and Jess bent down to see.“Nathaniel! Get out from under the table!”He emerged quickly, scrambling across the slippery tiles on his knees as fast as he could without falling over, escaping out through a slightly open door into the landing. “I’ve been spotted! Mission compromised! Abort! Abort!”

Jess watched him go with a vaguely amused smile. “That’s Nathaniel, the middle boy. He’s twelve. All that’s left for you to meet is…..Jonathon.”Becker looked up at where she was staring, and noticed somebody else standing there.He was tall, about Becker’s height, and skinny.His hair was a sandy blonde, and his eyes were a bright intelligent green.He was leaning casually against the door frame, a cigarette dancing around in his unsmiling mouth.He plucked it out and spun it around between his long fingers, exhaling a long plume of fine grey smoke, then nodded.“Jessica. Lovely to see you again my dear. My, how you’ve grown.” “You too Johnny. What are you, sixteen now?”“Seventeen. Your job keeps you away for too long.”“Still not old enough to smoke.”He smirked. “What mum doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Besides, it’s your little friend here I’d like to talk to, if it’s not too much trouble?”“Of course not.” Jess smiled. “Play nice boys.”Jonathon smiled, and it made him look slightly predatory, especially as he slipped the cigarette back into his mouth and chewed on the end, dragging a hand through his shaggy hair. “Always.”

The second Becker was out into the corridor, Jonathon shoved him onto the stairs. “Sit.” He instructed curtly, and then began to pace back and forth.He reached into his pocket and extended an unlit cigarette in the Captain’s direction. “You smoke?”“No.”“Fair enough. It’s not to everybody’s taste. Believe me though, you’re missing out on a lot.”He slipped the cigarette back into his pocket and sat on the bottom step.“First, a couple of ground rules. My sister has always and will always come first. My sister becomes the most important thing in your life, and her safety becomes your top priority, no exceptions. Key point - she’s allergic to insects. Like, really allergic. I can write it down somewhere if you want, you’ll need to remember that. Like it doesn’t matter if you forget her name or whatever, but you’ve gotta remember that.”Becker nodded obediently, trying to act like half of what Jonathon was saying didn’t already apply.“You respect her, you listen to every word that comes out of her mouth. You acknowledge everything she says and does. You buy her chocolate. She loves chocolate. Nothing with orange though, that’s just weird.” Jonathon wrinkled his nose, which made Becker think that not liking orange in chocolate must be a hereditary thing. “You remember her birthday. She likes books. She’ll be 22 next year. You getting all of this?”Becker nodded and after a moment Jonathon continued.“She has nightmares a lot. Don’t make a big deal out of them unless she does. Don’t baby her, she hates that. She’s very fussy about her dresses and her favourite colour is blue.”

“Now…Normally we corner the boyfriend in our bedroom and pelt him with Nerf bullets, but since you’re the only one out of them so far that hasn’t objected to any of the ground rules I’ve laid out, we are providing you with the option to choose whether or not we shoot at you.”Becker shrugged. “You can if you want. Improve your aim I suppose.”Timothy gasped and crawled protectively onto Becker’s knee. “You can’t shoot him Jon! He’s too comfy.”Jonathon laughed, and even Becker managed a smile.“Well that’s two votes for and one against. It all depends on what Nathaniel chooses. Nat! You wanna shoot at him?”The boy’s head appeared over the stairwell banister. “Course I do! This is the best part! Wait…Is that a real gun?”He thundered down the stairs and landed heavily next to Becker, staring at the EMD attached to his waist in awe.“Yep.”“Cool! I’ve changed my mind Jon. I don’t wanna shoot him anymore.”Jonathon rolled his eyes. “Okay, cool. Go with Tim and set up dinner while I have another word with him, alright?”

Jonathon turned back to Becker, his friendly smile suddenly gone. “One more thing. You hurt my sister, you break her heart, you do anything to upset her, and you’ll be dealing with me.”Becker smiled. “I assure you that wont happen. Your big sister means a great deal to me, and you’re a good little brother. I reckon you’d be able to work with us one day.”“Yeah?” Asked Jonathon casually, stubbing his cigarette into the carpet and lighting a fresh one. “You’ve already refused to smoke with me, but grab a bottle of beer and we’ll go sit on the patio out back, sound good?”“You’re not old enough to drink either,” Becker reminded him, and Jonathon shrugged, tapping the side of his nose. “I won’t tell if you don’t.. Anyway, up for that drink?”Becker stood up. “Sure.”Jonathon grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the family Captain.”

[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.

[newnormalhq-blog]

With this you can officially start your plot drop threads! 

What we did with each of these groups is make sure that every single member has something unique to bring to the team and that their powers/abilities are suitable for the task that has been given to them. These teams were not assembled by the government or anyone in power, but by the superheroes themselves. Each leader either knows of these people or found them by word of mouth. Speaking of the team leaders, they can call the shots when it comes to tricky situations, however they absolutely must take the advice of their fellow teammates and be prepared to risk themselves first and protect the rest of the team. Because everyone had such little time to prepare for the invasion, it is completely normal for some tension in the team, especially when it comes to who is going to lead. A lot of these characters are not used to being in teams, and you are all free to explore that aspect and see how it will affect the overall gameplay. 

Since there are quite a few teams, it wouldn’t be unnatural for many of them to cross paths and help each other and work together. The tasks cannot be switched, however, and every team has to focus on theirs first and foremost. Particularly with TEAM I, the members should be solely focused on fighting the Dominators and not rescuing civilians. Team VIII has one task only: to deactivate the bomb, which means they should not engage in combat with the Dominators unless they absolutely must (which is up to the players whether or not it will happen). The teams that are extracting the aliens and rescuing civilians have a lot more freedom in terms of what they can do, so you are free to use your creativity and work on ideas together.

Since this should be an action-packed plot drop, it is only natural that a lot of the characters will get injured, some more, others less, just make sure for it to be realistic and suitable for the occasion. Another thing worth mentioning is that no one should engage in god-modding -- we know it can be very easy to do this in situations like this, but communication is key so make sure to always run your plots and ideas with your fellow teammates. You are free to do the threads on the dashboard or in Chatzy rooms, just make sure to post the transcripts on the dash so we can all read them and be caught up with the events on what is happening. Make sure to read the plot drop post once again if you’ve forgotten anything, and finally, if you guys have any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to ask us! We will be doing at least one more post on how the plot is progressing throughout the week, so stay tuned for that.

Have fun everyone, we can’t wait to see how this plot drop develops and what you do with each of your teams!

                                              You will find the teams down below!!

TEAM I  - TASK: Alien extraction 

Rick Flag (Team Leader)

Daisy Johnson

Leah Taylor

Susan Storm

Dinah Lance

Billy Kaplan

TEAM II - TASK: Alien extraction and civilian rescue

Bruce Wayne (Team Leader)

Roy Harper

Tim Drake

Selina Kyle

Harley Quinn

Jack Power

Alex Power

TEAM III - TASK: Alien extraction and civilian rescue

Kara Danvers (Team Leader)

Mon-El

Jean Gray

Johnny Storm

Helena Wayne

Jade Nguyen

TEAM IV - TASK: Spaceship assessment and overrun

Alex Danvers (Team Leader)

Winn Schott

Cassie Lang

Zatanna Zatara

Zachary Zatara

Tommy Shepherd

Anna Marie

TEAM V - TASK: Alien extraction and TEAM IV defense

Steve Rogers (Team Leader)

Young Scott Summers

Matt Murdock

Jessica Jones

Patsy Walker

Jason Todd

TEAM VI - TASK: Alien extraction and evacuation of Star City Hospital and Precinct

Scott Summers (Team Leader)

Patty Spivot

Maggie Sawyer

Kate Bishop

Wally west

Bucky Barnes

Adrian Veidt

TEAM VII - TASK: Alien extraction and evacuation of schools and public buildings

Barry Allen (Team Leader)

Jon Kent

Thea Queen

Clint Barton

Peter Parker

Peggy Carter

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TEAM VIII - TASK: Locating the atomic bomb and deactivation

Tony Stark (Team Leader)

Clark Kent

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost

Illyana Rasputin

Cassie Sandsmark

Czarean Mahoe

America Chavez

TEAM IX - TASK: Travel back in time to 1951 in Redmond, Oregon to capture a Dominator and question them.

(Information: This is of course inspired by the crossover episode on Legends of Tomorrow when Nate, Amaya and Mick travel back in time to the first time when the Dominators arrived on Earth back in 1951. Thanks to SHIELD, the team was equipped with a ship that can take them back into the past, similar to the one on the show. Their task is to capture a single Dominator and learn more about their race as well as find out how and if they can stop the destruction of all powered species on Earth.)

Barbara Gordon (Team Leader)

Remy Lebeau

Damian Wayne

Koriand’r

Charlie Gage-Radcliffe

Lorna Dane

TEAM X - TASK: Escape the alternate universe artificially created by the Dominators

(Information: This one might be tricky to understand if you haven’t watched the CW crossover episodes, however we will try to explain it best we can. This team was supposed to extract aliens, however they started to get defeated and were cornered. Instead of killing them, the Dominators abducted them and brought them inside their spaceship in a chamber where no one can find them (Team IV whose task is to overrun the spaceship is not aware that they have been abducted therefore they aren’t searching for them). The team has been put under a chemically induced coma which uses every person’s memories, desires and hopes to create an alternate universe, a perfect reality of sorts, where anything is possible. If they stay long enough in this false reality, their minds will slowly forget about the real world and they will not be able to escape. In order to wake up, at least one of the characters has to become aware that something is not right and try to alert the others. This can be in the sense of seeing something strange, remembering a memory from the real world that feels like a dream, anything at all. If you have not seen the episode of Arrow where this happens, we highly suggest watching it, or at least checking out some of the videos like this one. In order to leave the alternate reality, the team will have to fight their greatest fears which can manifest in different people, whether they are former or current foes, loved ones they’ve lost etc. Also, there is no team leader here. Whoever realizes something is not right about the situation will automatically become the leader of the group, but we are giving you guys full permission to plot that out together.)

Sara Lance

Megan Gwynn

Wanda Maximoff

Bruce Banner

Ruth Aldine

Kate Kane

TEAM XI - TASK: ALIEN EXTRACTION

(Information: Unlike the other alien extraction teams, team xi is going to provide help to every other team that might need it as well. They will communicate with the other teams via earpieces that will allow them to come up with strategics together. This group will not be fixed in one particular area, but they will have the freedom to move around and offer themselves as backup where needed, especially if a team has been cornered or is suffering from injuries. What this will mean OOC is that the characters in this team can plot with every other character, not just these five. You are still required to do at least one thread together as a team, but the goal of this team’s mission is more flexible than the rest, which also gives you a lot more freedom when it comes to plotting.)

Jackson Grey (Team Leader)

Kitty Pryde

Gabriel Summers

Sam Alexander

Artemis Crock

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Desolate Souls and Broken Minds

Chapter 4: Nice to Meet You

Chapter 3: Good as Dead

Chapter 2: The Dream

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Word count: 2164

Summary: Tim and Jessica leave the bunker in hopes of distracting the monster from harassing Jack. But, without a real plan things quickly start to go south. But look on the bright side, at least they get to come face to face with “Skully”.

When the tow guy arrived we had to go a mile back the way we came from. Convenient. They decided to look at the rest of the car as well as the tires. I guess it’s a good thing that they did, they found a tracking device on the engine. The guy working on our car told us that a couple days ago a local store was broken into and robbed. Who ever broke into the store stole a thousand dollars in cash, a couple tracking devices, and some tools from the back room. No one could make out the face because the footage was corrupted, they couldn’t even see their clothes. They told us that since the tracking device was stolen property and in our possession they’d “have to” call the police for further investigation.

“What if we pay you?” Jessica says while pulling out her wallet.

“Depends on how much.”

She didn’t have much so I scramble to the open car door and look inside the glove compartment. I pull out the twenty bucks I always keep there just in case, but I notice something that I know I didn’t put there. I cautiously take out the large stack of money, it ranged from one dollar bills to twenties. It takes us a while to successfully count all the money out, but after we do, we stare confused at the stack of money worth eight hundred dollars. Why did we have this? How did we get this? They guy working on our car, Dan, walked over to us and stared wide eyed at the large amount of money.

“Here.” he said to me, “This was in one of the tires. Don’t know what it was doing there, but I thought you might want to have it.” It was an unopened pack of cigarettes. I decided to not light one right now because me and Jessica need to get out of here and I don’t think she’d want to inhale that much smoke on our long journey.

We pay the guy seven hundred and went on our way. I may have pocketed a hundred when no one was looking, I didn’t want this money, but I need to pay for food and gas. I drive so long it’s dark out before I realize I don’t know where I’m going. We don’t have a real plan, should I get Jessica back to her home? Where do I go then? Is she safe if she goes home?

“So.” I say in a quiet voice, “Where to?”

“I-” she pauses, contemplating her words, “I’m not sure. Not home though, I feel like someone’s watching us. It doesn’t feel right going back. But, to be honest, it really doesn’t feel right going anywhere right now.”

I pull over to the side of the road and rest my head on the steering wheel. Jessica starts to apologize as if she said something wrong. I can tell from her voice that she felt that way, but it wasn’t her. In this moment I feel…. Not empty, no. More like all of the sadness that I pushed down is finally coming back in the form of crashing waves. I try to appear emotionless at all times, but this facade is starting to erode. The tsunami of emotions were starting to beat me senseless. Despite having someone in the seat next to me, I felt so alone, so helpless. I can’t even take Jessica back home because she doesn’t even feel safe there. I have nowhere to go, no home to rest in, no friends to run back to, and my own will to go on was starting to fade. Only now I feel how tired I’ve been recently.

What is wrong with me? I’m being so emotional. I can’t be doing this in front of her, she’s been so strong since the beginning. I need my medications. At this point, I’m shaking as I put the pills in my mouth. Jessica tries her best to comfort me, I can sort of hear her telling me everything’s going to be alright, but all noises around me are being muffled by the crashing in my head. Great, now there’s talking, the voice is echoey and loud. So loud. It’s too much, I can’t help but start to cry.

I press my forehead with more force into the steering wheel while my hands start to clutch it harder. I can feel large, hot tears start to run down my face. I can feel my body tremble as I cry harder. I can’t even think straight, I’m getting awful flashbacks. My head is throbbing with pain and pressure. I can’t hear anything outside of my own head, but I can feel myself start to scream. I don’t even know what I’m screaming, but I’m scared. I need someone, anyone! Please, HELP!

Jessica tries to calm me down but I violently hit her hand away. I start to scream at her, she looked terrified. I start to feel a seizure coming on. My head was spinning and everything was blurry. The last thing I remember before blacking out was Jessica shouting at someone on the other side of the window next to me. She grabs the pocket knife in the cup holder and runs after whoever that was.

I wake up the next day still in my seat with sweat dripping from my face. For a minute I couldn’t remember where I was. I looked around then at myself. My shoes had a fresh coat of mud on them, I then turn to my, still trembling, hands. Blood and scratches. I can’t bring myself to get up and find Jessica. I’ve been sitting here for about an hour, the only sounds were the occasional passing car and the faint sounds of the birds singing.

“Tim!” Called that echoey voice, “Tim! You have to find her!”

I sit there looking around, where did that voice come from?

“Dude, what are you waiting for?!?! She needs help! Do you need me come over there and force you outta that car?”

For now I’m gonna assume that the voice is my conscience or something. I slowly get out of the car and look into the woods. I take a pill then start walking completely weaponless. I’m trying to be as quiet as possible, just in case that person is still around. There’s a pointy stick on the ground, if I need to use it, this could work.

I’m pretty deep into the woods now, no sign of Jessica yet. My surroundings are nearly silent, just the soft singing of birds, the whistling wind, and crunching leaves? It was almost inaudible but there was definitely someone following me. I try not to give any visible signs that I know they’re there. After about five more minutes of walking I see Jessica. She’s leaned up against a tree, but she’s bleeding from the forehead and nose. I rush to her and, a bit too violently, shake her awake.

She’s in a daze and is weak from blood loss. I have to help her stand and walk. But we only get about a step in the direction of the car before someone knocks me down. Jessica whimpers when she hits the ground, I have to get her to a hospital. I look up at the culprit’s face, more like mask. I can now see that it’s a male, not that tall and not that big. He wore a brown buttoned down jacket over a blue hoodie, his gray gloves had blood on the fingertips, and his whole outfit was dirty, as if he was caught in a struggle. The mask itself was white with large black eye holes, it sort of resembled a skull.

The man, who I presume is “Skully”, picks me up by my shirt’s collar, pulls out his own pocket knife, and puts it to my throat. He starts pushing the knife and slicing me a little until…. BANG! A loud gunshot fired a couple yards away from us. Skully lets out a small, but audible, cry and drops the knife. He drops me to the ground and now I can hear loud, muffled breathing. It sounded like hyperventilating. A moment later he runs off into the woods leaving me and Jessica with whoever shot the gun. I stretch across the grass to grab the knife which glistened with my blood. Jessica shuffles towards me while holding her, which I only now see, broken arm. To my surprise, no one ever steps into view. After a while we get up and head as fast as we can to the car.

It takes us a while to get to the road but me make it. The car is about a hundred yards to the left of us. But there’s someone looking into the passenger side window, I don’t know who though. I rush over while calling out to the stranger. As I get closer I now see that they’re average height, wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and converse shoes.

“Hey, is there a reason why you’re looking into our car?” I say while turning the person so I can see their face.

She’s startled and pulls off her headphones, “Oh, sorry. I thought someone abandoned it, I was just checking it out. Do you know she’s bleeding…. a lot?!?!”

She was blonde haired, wore dark makeup, had light eyes, and looked like a teenager. She had to be around eighteen. We’re in the middle of nowhere, is this safe for her to do?

“Yeah, I know. Uh, do you know where the nearest hospital is? I need to get my friend there quickly.” She gives me directions but I don’t know any of the places she tells me. I end up having to follow her as she drives there. She drives alarmingly fast.

I don’t even remember any of the roads we go down. We get to the hospital and at this point Jessica is so weak that I’m practically dragging her through the doors. Apparently this girl, I don’t even know her name, knows one of the assistants that works here.

“Alex, this woman is bleeding out. You need to get her help.”

“Okay, right away.” Alex calls some people over who take Jessica away. They disappear down the long cold corridor. Alex starts whispering to the girl, “So, Claire, are these people from a hunt or-”

“Shut up.” Claire hisses while starting to whisper, “I found these people on the side of the road.”

“Uhhhh.”

“At the edge of the woods. The woods where the others were found.”

Alex walks over to me and assure me that Jessica will be fine, I don’t think they knew I could hear them. She had medium length black hair, professional looking makeup, and even lighter eyes than Claire. She looked around Claire’s age, maybe a little younger.

After maybe an hour I get to see Jessica. There’s already a visitor when I get there, this honestly surprises me. He has curly black hair and is wearing blue jeans, a black jacket, and hiking boots. One hand was in his pants pocket and the other was inside his backpack which he was holding to his chest. After about a minute, he turns around and walks out of the room. I find it strange that his hair covered his entire face. I go into the room and sit on the chair beside Jessica. About ten minutes later she wakes up.

“You’re up! D-don’t worry you’re safe.”

“W-where are we? What happened?”

“Well, what do you remember?”

“Y-you had a seizure, someone was at the window so I cased after them with the knife. We both ran deep into the woods, I lost sight of the man and ended up having to sit next to a tree. I didn’t know where I was and it was so cold….” her eyes saddened and she took a deep breath before continuing, “I know it was stupid to do that, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared. I thought I saw things moving between the trees. I got flashbacks that I don’t remember happening.”

“Then how do you kno-”

“Because I saw Alex! And Jay and the hooded guy! I held a GUN up to Alex, I was gonna shoot him! What is wrong with me?” I tell her to try and keep it down and that it wasn’t her fault, it was in self defense.

“He was gonna shoot you first, you were gonna do what you had to.”

She looks me directly into my eyes, her gaze pierced my soul, and said, “How’d you know what happened?”

“Jessica I-”

“Tim! I’ve had enough of everyone's shit. Jay lied to me, Alex lied to me, I’ve had my memory erased so many times, and now you’re keeping secrets. You’re gonna tell me everything. Now!”

I have so much to tell her.