Jacky Vincent Imagines

The Costume Party

"Guys, are you sure this is a good idea?" Jacky was trembling, plucking at the pulled spikes of his collar. His skin felt hot and itchy, but whether that was down to the material of his pinstriped suit or his frazzled nerves he couldn’t be certain.

"Yeah man it’ll be amazing!" Ron was wickedly excited already, scratching at the faux fur across his chest. “How often do we get to party whilst on tour? In costume, even!”

The guitarist swallowed. “Y-Yeah but…” He looked over at Ryan, eyes pleading for help in the matter.

Only the drummer knew of his crush on the girl who ran the merch booth, how he had bought several of his own band t-shirts (sometimes duplicates) just to get the opportunity to talk to her. She was so beautiful and charming, and she would always make him laugh effortlessly.

There was a chance she would be at the Halloween party tonight, and that would mean he would once again turn into a ball of mush. It seemed his tongue would be paralyzed even being in her presence for too long; she was wickedly intoxicating and despite how addicted he was it was proving dangerous for his heart.

Ryan rubbed at his back a little to comfort him, lips twitching into a warm smile. “It’s okay, Jacky,” He whispered, keeping the conversation between the two of them. “She might not even be there. And if she is? It might finally be your chance to make a move.”

But making a move was exactly what he was afraid of.

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The sound of heavy metal and hard rock could be heard from down the street, making the walls of the house rattle even as the band entered. It was a scatter of bottles and party foods, paper bats dangling from the ceiling and pumpkins dotting the corners of the room. The scene was set perfectly well for such an amazing occasion.

"Look at this place! It looks so sick, man!" Ronnie’s grin was plastered wide across his face, almost as manic as the character he was portraying through his costume. He wrapped an arm around Jacky’s shoulders and gave him a friendly shake. "Are we going to see your wild side tonight, huh?"

The Brit blushed pathetically, giving his band mate a timid little shove. "I don’t have a wild side," he insisted, scanning the crowd for the girl who could so easily earn his affections.

“Speaking of wild,” Ryan whispered, nudging his friend encouragingly and pointing over to a space in the vast crowd.

There stood his crush in all her untamed glory, lips stretched into a beautifully wide grin and beer-bottle in hand. Her chosen costume was intriguing to say the least; clad in tight figure-hugging shorts and a revealing bikini top. They were lined with fluffy wisps of black fur, a pair of ears atop her head and a tail between her legs.

"Woah," Derek murmured, lifting his eye-patch to cast a decent look her way. "That’s one pussy I’d love to tap.”

As the rest of the band laughed and murmured amongst themselves, Jacky remained frozen to the spot. He could only tremble with arousal, casting a glance at those perfect curves on repeat. He couldn’t even blink. He was utterly transfixed.

With his untamed fixation and agape mouth, it didn’t take long for the girl to notice his presence. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing there, balancing his weight on foot to foot. Deep in her stomach she had hoped he would make an appearance tonight; any time away from him was simple torture.

"Hey, Jacky!" Her voice was practically a song and she skipped over to hug the guitarist tight.

His breathing hitched when he felt her breasts press against his torso, trembling hands settling on those supple hips with ease.

“It’s great to see you here, I’m glad you could come!” Her lips pecked against his soft cheek and she kept them there for several warm minutes. “You make a great Jack Skellington. Or, well, should I say Jacky Skellington!”

He had heard that joke endlessly all night, and yet this time seemed almost irreplaceable. He giggled, high and long with eyes as bright as oceans. “T-Thank you,” He whispered, trying to contain his signature stutter. “Your c-costume is… wonderful too.”

This time a blush kissed her own cheeks, turning the plump flesh a beautiful shade of pink. Her hands fell to her hips and she twirled in her spot, giggling loud enough to cut through the deep thrum of music.

“Thank you!” She curled into her slender side almost automatically, content to feel the warmth of his body against her own. The rest of the band were eyeing her up and down like she were the last piece of cake at a wedding, forbidden yet wanted.

With her eyebrow raised into a peak, she waved excitedly at them. “Very nice of you to bring along your friends, Jacky.” Her tongue poked out from the side of ruby red lips.

"Let’s see, we’ve got a cute little Monkey!" She gestured towards Ron.

He smirked, bowing down. “The one and only!”

She winked. “And a handsome pirate!”

Derek swung his hook in a salute. “You arrrr right!”

A giggle burst from her throat at the joke. “And it was so nice of you to invite Count Dracula!”

Ryan pulled his cape closer to his body, but shook his head mischievously. “I’m just a regular vampire. Count Dracula was sold out.”

She bit her lip to suppress another giggle and looked at Ronnie with somewhat awe. “And who can forget our own Beetlejuice!”

The singer extended his arms with a vast grin. “Correct!”

Once all excitement had calmed down and excited chatter had dimmed into separate conversations, Jacky finally had the privilege of talking to his crush on his own. They were curled up on a couch, her legs draped across his lap as though they had known each other years. It was warm and comfortable, neither were willing to complain.

"So," She murmured, picking at the label of her beer bottle with surprisingly timid eyes. "When are you finally going to ask me out?"

His eyes widened into the size of dinner plates, heart pounding fast enough to burst from his chest. “Wh-What?”

"Oh come on, babe," The tones of her voice were delicate, kindly teasing. "You visit the merch booth like.. everyday.. and it’s like you forget what shirts you already own. You’re constantly buying the same stuff. Either you love your band more than any other fan ever has, or you come to see me."

Shame covered his features in a fine mask with his lips creasing downward. “Oh.. W-well I,” He sighed. “I really like you.”

She reached outward to cup his cheek, pulling him close enough for their mouths to bump after every sentence spoken. “And I really like you too. So go on, ask me already.”

His large hands scooped against her back, keeping her in place for fear she’d run away. “Will you be mine?”

A happy sigh tumbled from her throat, light as a feather, in utmost relief. “Of coarse I will, Jacky.”

They kissed tenderly, then, slow and sweet until the seconds melted into minutes and the world around them mattered no more. The fit was perfect, his plush mouth and her plump lips. It was simply too intoxicating for them to ever want to depart and yet, their lungs forced oxygen to come first.

When they could breathe easily once more, their gazes met in a wonderful collision. Goosebumps lined across her arms whilst his heart began rapidly beating.

Who would have thought a Kitty and Jack Skellington would have made such a good couple?