night trap watch out behind you

Trick or Treat; Take Your Pick!

(A BTS choose your ending fic~)

A/N: Hello~! I’m back at it again with one of my outrageous fanfiction ideas! xD This time it’s a choose your adventure fic! Therefore, a fic that has 7 different paths/endings! :D The fun part is that I’m not dropping many hints as to who is who~ hehehe~ So, that being said–let’s get into it!

Words: 1,276

Genre: Smut


“I can’t believe you dragged me here, you pixie bitch,” you snarl at your friend, hating the way her glitter covered face stretches into a brilliant smile—her strap-on wings bouncing on her back with every step. In the distance—only a short ways away now—you see and hear your destination—a frat house with blaring music and the most half-assed Halloween decorations you’ve ever seen.

Biting your bottom lip—the cold air brushing over your barely covered skin—you hug your arms tightly and nearly punch your friend when she whistles.

“Wooo~! Look at that cleavage!”

Skipping in front of you, she reaches her hands out and gropes your breasts, pushing them up more than they already are. You immediately move to kick her away, but she knows you too well and is out of kicking distance before you can blink.

“I will bite you,” you tell her, and she winks, lifting up her already short tinker bell dress to reveal her thong-clad hip.

“Do it baby I’m ready~”

You roll your eyes, pushing past her. Your black heels click against the pavement hurriedly. You don’t even care that you didn’t really want to come to this party anymore—all you know is that it’s too cold out to keep standing here like a fool, so you make for the door—no matter how many drunk, horny college students are inside.

“How many shots have you had already?” you scoff when your friend runs up beside you, wobbling even though she’s only wearing a pair of white flats. She shrugs nonchalantly.

“Only 4.”

You scoff. “Right, well, I’ll expect to see you back at our apartment some time tomorrow—alive.”

“Same to you~,” she grins cheekily, and you roll your eyes. She’s the one here to get laid. You’re here because she’d refused to let you stay home alone on Halloween—cuddled up in a blanket and watching shitty movie reruns. Apparently it wasn’t “fun enough”—so she’d dug out her old costume from last year and shoved you into it despite your complaints of ‘it’s so short!’, ‘there’s no way this is my size!’ and ‘don’t you have a different, less revealing costume?!’

So…here you are. Freezing your ass off and wearing nothing more than the sexy maid outfit she had forced you to wear. You had honestly wanted to kill her when she had presented it to you.

I even have a garter belt for the thigh highs!” she had yelled, and in response you had groaned, tugging on the hem of the skirt and wishing that it’d magically lengthen—just an inch or two. If you happened to bend down in this state everyone around would get an eyeful of your panties (which, smartly, you had decided to change into pure black ones before leaving).

As you push open the front door—the lace on your thigh-highs subtly rubbing together—you get an eyeful of the party laid out before you. There are girls in guys in every direction—some chatting politely and some about ready to fuck where they stand.

“C’mon!” your friend says, tugging you inside when you get distracted by a male dressed as Yu-gi-oh.

And so, the door to the house closes behind you, and you’re trapped.

“Try to have fun!” you friend tells you, turning and grabbing your hands. Grinning giddily, she jumps up and hugs you tightly before patting your ass and scurrying off to find the alcohol and catch herself a man for the remainder of the night. Watching her go, you simply sigh and head for the punch bowl—figuring that if you’re going to spend your night here getting crushed within a throng of people than you should at least have some alcohol in your system to make it a little more tolerable.

Grabbing one of the large solo cups, you press your back against the wall behind you and survey the crowd. Immediately you feel several pairs of eyes on you, and you glance down at your outfit to make sure that you’re not flashing anyone before you subtly begin to search for those who have set their sights on you.

The first male you discover is near the staircase—his styled hair covered by a droopy pirate hat. Across his left eye is a black eyepatch, and adorning the rest of his body are worn out, torn clothing. When you meet his stare he doesn’t look away, simply holds your gaze with his one showing eye, cracks a little smirk, and waggles his brows at you before looking away.

The next male you spot is…a hotdog. Plain and simple. It’s a boy wearing a hotdog suit—his hair swept neatly to the side despite his childish choice of costume. At seeing he has your attention, he bites his bottom lip and then slowly glances away—but you catch him looking at you again a few seconds later, and when he sees that you’re still staring at him, his lips quirk.

The third male you spot is…more normal. He’s dressed as a…working class man—fitted black slacks, a button down shirt with the top buttons popped and tie hanging loosely around his neck. A sexy professor, you decide to dub him. Gently pushing up the pair of glasses on his nose, he scans your body up and down before meeting your gaze. And then—tongue poking out to barely wet his lips—he turns away.

Male number four is…a white sheet. A hastily made ghost, from the looks of it. The eyeholes are rigid and unevenly sized, but even so you can see the dark eyes peering at you from inside. Your stares meet and he doesn’t waver. However, after a few seconds the ghost’s shoulders shake with laughter and he winks before disappearing further into the crowd.

The next person you find looking your way is a male in a toga. An easy costume, but he pulls it off well—his hair parted and revealing his forehead. Atop his head is a small gold halo, and he meets your gaze while moving to readjust the piece. Immediately, he smiles. His eyes crease happily, and then he raises his eyebrows teasingly—breaking the eye contact when someone calls for him.

Surprisingly, yet another male is looking at you—this time one wearing a Scream costume. Dressed in a black cloak and the classic white mask, at first you’re not sure if he’s truly staring at you—unable to see his eyes beneath the mask, but after a minute you’re positive that he is. Lifting his hand, he does the classic ‘I’m watching you’ move before finally looking away.

Lastly—how did you even manage to catch the attention of this many people (you blame it on the outrageously scandalous costume)—you find a devil looking at you. Red t-shirt, dark jeans, fake horns and fake tail. He meets your stare and immediately becomes tentative, but he doesn’t shy away. Instead he casually looks you over and then smiles, winks, and turns back to what he was doing.

Still leaned against the wall—the drink in your hand now empty and the music from the nearby speakers deafening your ears—you debate what to do. You know you hadn’t come here to find someone to hook up with, but…why not let loose, right? Just this once. Just have fun and go with the flow.

But…who to go to?

The pirate? The ghost? The hotdog? Honestly, they’re all tempting, you won’t lie.

Finally, sighing, you throw your cup into the nearby trash, push off the wall, and with confidence stride towards the—

[Pirate]

[Hotdog]

[Professor]

[Ghost]

[Toga]

[Scream]

[Devil]

AZURAKENWAY’S HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Hey guys! So for the spooky month of October I’ve decided to challenge myself to write to these deadlines so I can give you a Halloween themed blast full of fics! I’ve selected a few prompts and matched them up to a selection of characters, and the dates have been listed below – Happy Halloween!

4th: We don’t know each other but I came as (character A) and you came as (character B) and well, look at that, (character A/character B) is both of our OTPs…strange…we should do something about that….like make out | Ben Solo | 🎃LINK 🎃

7th: You’re scared of haunted houses and Halloween attractions and I don’t even know you but your friends left you behind (what dicks) so I’m gonna hold your hand and get you through this, alright? | Remus Lupin 🎃LINK 🎃

10th: We’re both bobbing for apples and it gets super competitive very fast | Sirius Black 🎃LINK 🎃

13th: We just wanted to do one of those fake ghost hunting shows but now shit is actually happening and we don’t know what to do | James Potter

16th: I invited a bunch of people over to watch a horror movie and you’re the only one that showed up and it’s kind of cute that you hide behind my back every time you hear creepy music | Credence Barebone 🎃LINK 🎃

19th: Our friends dared us to spend ten minutes locked inside this mausoleum but they left when security showed up and now I think we’re trapped here for the night | Neville Longbottom

22nd: I want to sleep in your bed tonight. No, it’s not because of that horror movie we watched, I’m totally not freaking out and need you to hold me | Draco Malfoy

25th: I’m a ghost but I don’t want to tell you because we’ve been having such a fun time tonight but by the time the sun rises I have to go back to the underworld | Regulus Black

28th: It’s the day after Halloween and I ate too much candy so now you have to look after me while I’m sick | Peter Parker

31st: I’m a monster but I want to have a normal life so you’re helping me find my way in the human world… and now you’re teaching me how to make ramen noodles and tie my shoelaces | Kylo Ren

anonymous asked:

I seriously can't get enough of your Almost Human AU. If you could do another one (or maybe turn it into a fic) I'd love you forever omg

I’d love to turn it into a full fic, but I never complete anything in my life, hence the short bullet point stories haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

  • Leonard’s head is pounding when he wakes up. Not from alcohol; he doesn’t remember drinking excessively earlier that night. Jim’s presence usually takes away the need to drink a lot. A few beers is enough while they walk, bicker, or just relax together. Though Jim doesn’t drink, and that kind of takes away the pleasure of drinking in company. No, this headache isn’t from drinking. If the blood trickling down from his head to his face is any indication; it definitely wasn’t caused by drinking. Not just that, there’s a faint beeping ringing in his ears, and when he reaches out, he becomes increasingly aware that this isn’t his bedroom. He’s outside, in the park. And there’s a bomb strapped around his neck. “Good evening, agent McCoy,” a voice rings from the phone strapped to the bomb - filming his every second. “Nero,” Leonard says, “I take it you’re no longer in jail.” “Smart. You smart enough to dismantle that bomb, too? Don’t think so. You have 20 minutes, and the world’s watching.” “You know I’m just going to lock you up again,” Leonard says, his fingers reaching out to feel the thing around his neck. “What, from the afterlife? Good luck with that.
  • Leonard isn’t calm. He’s anything but. The fact that he’s didn’t wake up in the morning in his bed is concerning enough, let alone the fact that there’s a bomb strapped to his neck, and he has no idea where Jim is. But the world is watching him through that stupid phone that’s filming him. He thought he captured this man before - who traps people into this life-or-death game and has the world watching them, placing bets debating who should be next. Of course, considering Leonard put him behind bars, he would be the first to go after now that Nero’s out. “Bones!” Jim calls out so suddenly Leonard nearly jumps, though his voice is such a relief. “Jim,” Leonard sighs a little breathlessly when the other approaches him, “careful.” “I swear to God, I’m away for one night and you get a bomb strapped to your neck,” Jim says, slowing down once he gets closer to the park bench Leonard’s sitting on, “can’t leave you alone for two seconds. Who’d you piss off this time?” “Nero,” Leonard says, “his real name, it’s all in the files in the precinct. I locked him up before.” “Clearly didn’t do a good job at that,” Jim replies, “let me have a look.” “Jim, you have to get to a safe distance.” “Let me have a look,” Jim repeats. “Jim,” Leonard insists, “I only have two minutes left.” “Exactly,” Jim says, “let me have a look.” 
  • It doesn’t help that Leonard’s fingers are pretty much shaking by now. He never particularly feared death before, but this is different. It feels like he has someone in his life again - which takes away that otherwise sacrificial behavior he had before. “Jim,” Leonard says when there’s less than 30 seconds left, “you should go.” “No,” Jim says, his fingers still working on the bomb, “it’s you and me, Bones. ‘til the end.”
  • When Jim pulls the bomb off and stops the timer, Leonard isn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, or both. Jim reaches out and cups Leonard’s cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asks, and Leonard nods. Jim tilts Leonard’s head just lightly, examining the wound on his head. “What took you so long to show up here, huh?” Leonard says, and Jim laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to Leonard’s lips.
  • Little do they know the consequences of that display of affection, though. It isn’t exactly allowed to be in an actual relationship with androids. But Jim is different. Jim has a soul. It’s consensual, he doesn’t get treated like a second class citizen, Leonard thinks. But he is, and Leonard receives a less-than-friendly talking to about this at work. It’s not that his captain really cares, but the law is the law. To make matters even worse, Jim is quietly doing research with  Leonard on Nero’s whereabouts when a few colleagues pass by and both catch them bad-talking the recorded events of just the day before. Leonard visibly tenses, but Jim rests his hand on Leonard’s shoulder. “Don’t,” he warns him, “not worth it.” “You always let a robot tell you what to do?” one of the agents says, and Leonard grits his teeth. He could have shrugged it off on any other day, but he hasn’t closed an eye last night because he nearly died, and now this guy is giving him shit. So before Jim can stop him, Leonard’s in front of the guy and punches him in the face.
  • It doesn’t end well. Leonard gets suspended, Jim is permanently reassigned to a different agent. "What is wrong with you?“ Jim insists when he comes home. “Nothing,” Leonard replies. “Bones, your pulse is racing, you’re clearly angry. You punched a fellow cop in the face-” “He was disrespectful to you,” Leonard interrupts. Jim sighs, sitting down next to the other. “You smell like alcohol,” he says, and Leonard shrugs. “Bones,” Jim continues, reaching out to cup Leonard’s cheek and tilting his head to make the other face him, “who cares what the other detectives think? You’re a good agent, you’re wasting your own time and that of potential victims when you’re sitting here doing nothing. I don’t care about being treated like a ‘second class citizen’, I don’t.” “How can you not care?” Leonard asks, and now it’s Jim’s time to shrug. “I don’t know any better.” “That’s just wrong,” Leonard says, and Jim smiles. “That’s coming from the one who told me he’s not attracted to ”robots“ and prefers his partners alive.” Leonard huffs, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Jim’s lips. A little drunkenly so, but soft none the less. Jim slowly pulls away. “You gonna admit you behave this way because you didn’t close an eye last night? You almost died. Not being able to sleep is normal, just admit you’re scared.” Leonard rolls his eyes at that, pushing Jim further away. “Never.”
  • Jim works with agent Sulu now. Leonard’s not very close with him, but Sulu treats Jim with respect and Leonard follows their case from a distance - quietly pleased when they rescue a group of kids being taken hostage. Leonard’s bored out of his mind all by himself, though. He needs to have something to do, and so he goes back looking for Nero. First he just checks those streaming websites he’s used before, and then he gets Spock to try and track him down. “I can help,” Uhura says, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be with Pike?” “I rather work here,” Uhura replies, before throwing him a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry you got suspended.” “Yeah, well,” Leonard starts, but in lieu for an actual answer, he just shuts up and glances at the computer screen. Just by touching the tablet, Uhura downloads all of Leonard’s findings to her own hard drive, and Leonard and Spock mostly just quietly wait while she works. “You keeping more pretty ladies in this basement, or what?” Leonard asks, and Spock raises an eyebrow. “Uhura wants to be here. At least I don’t boast my illegal relationship to the public by showing public display of affection while my own potential death is being livestreamed.” “You watched that video, huh?” “Leonard, the whole country’s watched that video.” “Strange,” Uhura says, and that brings both boys’ attention back to her, “I’m tracking all the CCTV in the city, but the only potential match I get is currently in the precinct.” Leonard frowns, instantly reaching out for his jacket. “He’s after Jim.”
  • He’s not after Jim. Jim’s just an insignificant android, after all. Leonard finds out that, instead, he’s after the whole precinct. By the time he arrives, all the doors of the precinct are locked and barricaded, and all the police men and women are trapped inside with a ticking time bomb. “Jim,” Leonard says through his phone when the other picks up, “what’s happening in there?” “People tried to disable the bomb, but whoever touches it gets electrocuted. I’m not sure what to do, Leonard.” “I’m going to find Nero. In the meantime, try and find a way to disable the electricity. Make sure no one else gets hurt.” “Be careful,” Jim says, and Leonard smiles. “You too.”
  • He does find Nero nearby. He’s always within earshot of the crime scene and this time isn’t really any different. Leonard struggles to overpower him, but he manages.  A gun pointed to the back of Nero’s head isn’t enough to actually disable the bomb, but after Leonard shoots both his legs and leaves him unable to run, he’s ready to comply. He releases the barricades that keeps his colleagues trapped inside, and it allows them to flee outside while actual bomb disposal experts manage to diffuse the thing.
  • Jim doesn’t even care about the law when he sees Leonard again. He pulls him into a tight hug, and Leonard is happy to accept that. “You okay?” Leonard asks, reaching out to run his fingers through Jim’s hair, and Jim nods. “I’m fine. Most people are fine. What about Nero?” “He’s going back to prison. For a long time, this time.” Leonard says. 
  • “You saved a lot of lives today, McCoy,” his captain says, and Leonard shrugs lightly. “Just doing my job.” “No,” she replies, “not your job, because I had to suspend you.” “I understand why you had to,” Leonard says, “I’m not asking for my job back, I just-” “Tough,” she replies, “I expect you in the office on Monday.” She smiles, and so does Leonard. “I’m… assuming I’m going to be assigned an MX, then?” “No, I think Jim’s good for you,” she says, “I won’t say anything if you don’t.”
  • “Were you scared?” Jim asks when they’re at home. “Of what? You dying? Please, I was hoping for some peace and quiet,” Leonard says, and Jim laughs. “I know that’s not true, because the last time that happened you literally found my maker to bring me back.” Jim sits down next to him, slowly sliding an arm around the other’s waist. “Not a teeny, tiny bit inside of you was worried about losing me?” He continues, and Leonard smiles almost fondly, reaching out to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m not nearly as afraid of losing you in a work related accident, as I am afraid of losing you because of these backwards laws,” Leonard finally admits. Jim reaches out, the hand on his waist running through Leonard’s always-messy (these days, anyway) hair. “We won’t let that happen.”
Meihem Movie Night (They Watch Mad Max)

“Movie night! Movie night! Oi, Roadie! Where the hell are the clean sheets! I know you said we had some!” Junkrat called, his voice muffled from where he was buried halfway inside a half-broken wardrobe. Both arms moved rapidly in an almost digging motion, throwing out bomb casings, spare traps, scrap metal bits, and other garbage into a growing pile on the floor behind him. A few moments later, and he emerged holding an armful of white cloth that was streaked with black and gray. “You said you were gonna clean them! These ain’t clean!”

The gargantuan junker didn’t look up from his book on the other side of the room, sitting on his special-made bench that was still starting to sag in the middle from the sheer weight of him. He had discarded his usual armor, and wore nothing but a pair of Pachimari! Say Hello! print pajama pants and some slippers that might have been white at some point in distant history. “They don’t stay clean if you put dirty things on top of them.”

“She can’t sleep on these!” Junkrat snapped, unfurling them and inspecting the grease and soot as though it suddenly bothered him, even as his own fingers left dirty prints on what remained of the white cloth. “I’ll go get some clean ones, love. They think I can’t get into that supply closet down the hall, but I know h-”

Mei held up both hands quickly. “It’s fine, honestly. I brought a clean blanket just in case, I can sleep on top of it.” She held up one of her many cozy flannel comforters, this one a dark blue print that she knew would be the easiest one to clean after withstanding a night in bed with Junkrat. Even after showering, the man just attracted grime to the point where she honestly thought of studying him as a scientific anomaly. Her own sheets had testified to that many times over now. “This will be just fine.”

“Sleepin’ on top of it? What if you get cold?” Junkrat looked unsure, scratching at the back of his singed scalp.

“Well…You’ll keep me warm, won’t you?”

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Cinderella (Part 5)

Summary: AU. After the tragic passing of reader’s father, reader is left with a cruel stepmother and two miserable step-sisters, who not only don’t care about her, but they use her for their own gain. Will a handsome stranger offer her the freedom she longs for?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,560

Warnings: language, mentions of crime, fluff, drama, angst, deceit

A/N: This is my entry for the @stories-from-stark-tower ‘s AU movie challenge. It’s based off of the 2015 Disney adaptation of Cinderella, only with a bit of my own spin on it. Some things have been changed.

Parts 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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Letters to Shiro #1:

You told me before that your goal was out of this world. That space has always been a part of you, your heart and mind. Every fiber and sinew in your body ached for it. You breathed the nebulous unknown and it filled your chest with its thousand possibilities light years from Earth.

You’re there now, and you’re not coming back.

I suppose I’m not surprised. I’ve watched long enough, behind gyms and classes after school, sweat-slicked hair, coffee-stained sweatpants, long nights and arid summers when you stood out in the desert just beyond the Garrison fence. Looking up, feet in the endless sand, eyes trapped in a blank canvas. You saw things that no one else did and when you spoke of them it appeared as if your heart had settled on the tip of your tongue, danced for the world’s majesty.

It’s a beauty hard to forget.

They say you’re dead now. You’re not. There’s too much vibrancy that bursts forth with each thing you do that it’s impossible to believe a man like you could ever die without tipping the world on its axis. I’ve never felt that I’d stand as an equal with you. But now I have to because no one else will.

I’ll keep searching, Shiro.

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Screenshots from WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU | Night Trap! :D

Okay raise your hand if you now have the theme song to this game stuck in your head after watching this video. xD 
♪ Night trap! Watch out behind you! Night trap! ♪

But anyway though. This video and this game was so much fun to watch!!! :D 
I’d never heard of this game before this video so I had no idea what the heck I was in for and holy crap all 80s cheese amazingness was in this game and I fucking love it! xD I had so much fun with this video because this game was just hilariously dated which was fantastic. I love watching and rewatching stuff from the 80s and 90s because stuff like this game always has a certain kind of special charm to them. It was fun watching Seán play this game too. I loved seeing him laugh at it while he played it and seeing him dance and sing along to the theme song was the best, haha! :D  
I was actually looking around at stuff for this game after I watched this video for the first time and I even watched Game Grumps’ videos on it too. I figured out that it was actually filmed in 1987 originally for a console that was never made and then someone bought the rights for it and then it got put onto the Sega CD in 1992. So that’s why everything looks extremely 80s because it was filmed in the late 80s and not the 90s. But I don’t care when it was made because it was still a fun game to watch and after watching this not only do I have the the theme song stuck in my head. But I still have the stupidest grin on my face after watching this video for the first time. Seriously guys I had so much with this video and with this game, I loved them so much, haha! ^_^

Plot Ideas - Jumping Right In
  1. My muse has lost their pet and is leaving flyers up around the building/neighborhood. Your muse catches mine and asks for one, just in case they find your pet.
  2. My muse is watching their little niece or nephew and look them to the grocery store. Suddenly they spotted something they wanted but you said no and they just start wailing and freaking out. Your muse is trapped either behind or in front of mine in line and my muse feels so sorry about this…
  3. Same as 2 but my muse is babysitting for money and one of the kids managed to get free and wandered away when my muse wasn’t paying attention for three seconds. 
  4. Our muses met and had a hard night of partying and drinking, only to wake up in the same bed with terrible hangovers and with no memory what happened that night. 
  5. One of our muses witnessed something they shouldn’t have and now they’re running from men dressed in black with itchy trigger fingers. The other muse could be a cop, agent or even a gangster looking to know what the other muse knows.
  6. Our muses are neighbors and why are you playing such loud music at one in the morning?! My muse has to get up early. Can you not?
  7. Same as 6 but as soon as the door opens you can hear people arguing within.
  8. Your muse has been feeling down lately and mine noticed, so they decide to bring you dinner but as my muse knocks and your muse opens the door, they notice yours isn’t alone.
  9. My muse was walking along and minding their own business when suddenly a group of people walk up and demand to know what my muse’s jacket is made out of. Your muse sees mine get splattered with paint as a group of vegans take exception with my muse’s leather jacket.
  10. It’s a popular pier for walking, running, bicycling and enjoying a fish fry when my muse attempts to cast a fishing line into the water and accidentally snags something of your muse’s.
Caught in a Lie (M)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


WARNING: very mature content, smut

Word Count: 5,306

Summary: “you may have been quick with your  hands, but you were no match for his skillful tongue”

@rapgodkimtae​ thank you for the Title seriously it was perfect


In a room full of important nobodies, you roam lightly on your feet but quick with your fingers. Skills you learned over years of practice came into full use tonight.

People, where even their names oozed money and made your palms itch, all gathered in one ballroom. It wasn’t easy finding a way to wiggle into a goldmine like the one laid out in front of you, but with connections, anything could be made possible. Guards surrounded every possible exit and entry, causing the nerves in your stomach to run wild, but at the same time gave an exciting rush that you yearned for.

Chandeliers more beautiful than you had imagined possible hung from the ceiling. You were almost sure that the crystals were no others than pure diamonds and if you stare any longer you’d be blinded. But that would only be one price to pay tonight if you were ever caught, which you had no plans on paying.

With a royal blue dress that hugged your hourglass shape as well as showed off your long toned legs from years of track, there was no running away from the spotlight while circled in a room of mostly men drenched in the color milk. Clearly, you hadn’t gotten the dress code. Men from all angles watched you, almost drooling as you walked by. It almost made a laugh escape your lips from how well of a spell you could cast on men that were almost old enough to be close friends of your father if not older. The youngest person in this room, besides yourself have to be no younger than 25, but that didn’t matter. Many of these people had old money with businesses lined up, meaning the deeper the pockets in their fine pants.

“Care to dance?” A man, you had notice watching you since you entered the place asked. You smiled as approval before taking his hand.

His eyes moved more than his stiff body could manage as the song began to slow. You felt his hand- that had been placed on your back while you both swayed- begin to slide lower resting on your ass. Not that you minded because little did he know your hands had already found what they searched for. A golden Rolex had glistened on his arm since he approached you.

Keyword: had.

Before the both of you could hit the dance floor, you had already snaked the timepiece off of his wrist without him noticing; too captivated by the detail surrounding the top of your strapless dress.

You waited until the song came to a closing end before you pulled away. The poor man looked almost as if tears could fall at any moment if you parted away another inch. But still, you gave a small smile and blew a kiss his way as you sashayed away.

This was only the icebreaker. No more than a minute later was there another approach from another bachelor of the night. It seemed as if tonight turned into a game of cat and mouse, and you weren’t the one chasing. Your friends would laugh in your face if you told them how simple it was to stand there and watch as men would advance toward you- almost begging to get a whiff of your knock-off perfume and engage in your beauty, while your greedy hands found something else shiny and expensive.

You were almost growing bored at how easy these men were making it. No more than batting your eyelashes and they would fall stiffly in front of you. Just as you were about to find a restroom -hopefully with a window- your first easy target, who still hadn’t realized the heavy gold watch missing from his wrist, came crawling back for a second encounter. You’d run, if

1: it wouldn’t raise red flags or,

2: you weren’t wearing these ridiculously high heels.

Just as you turned, ready to walk away, you found yourself being smacked into a wall- or at least it should have been, but since when could walls talk? You took a step back, rubbing the side of your face from the small impact of his shoulder. He quickly turned to face you and any prior insults you had tasted on your tongue, you quickly swallowed down. His sharp jaw line, yet innocent features made you question if he even belonged here. From his pouty and full lips to the way his eyes slightly disappeared as a smile began to pull on the side of his cheeks. his golden blonde hair and the saffire blue suit had you guessing he didn’t get the dress code either. His appearance was charming enough for you to consider him as a prince because of the man before you didn’t seem like any ordinary man at all.

“Sorry baby girl, I didn’t see you,” his velvety smooth voice spoke. You would think the impact of his shoulder caused you to swallow your own voice box from the way you stood there staring speechless into his eyes. He never once flinched to look away and the longer you stood under his gaze, the smaller and shyer you began to feel for the first time tonight, causing you to look away.

Prince Charming tilted his head to the side as he looked over your appearance once more. “I’ll keep an eye out for you,” A small airy chuckle escaped his lips before he walked away leaving his eyes behind on you still.

Maybe staying another five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

You were on fire tonight. You weren’t counting, but you were sure that this would count as the fifth gentlemen tonight who approached you. Gladly, you accepted his offer at a spin on the dance floor. One reason being that the song playing was actually a favorite of yours and the other being you found an interest in the flashy golden ring of his.

You allowed him to intertwine your hands together long enough as he leads the way to the dance floor. The ring wasn’t as easy as any of the other things you’d manage to get your hands on but with the music as a distraction and a lot of effort, you were able to make it slide off as if it were coated in butter. When the song was complete you both quickly thanked each other before parting.

You were more pleased with yourself than you had been all night. After leveling up it seemed with your own handy skills getting the ring, you found yourself sitting at the bar flirting with the cute, tall and handsome bartender while he didn’t hesitate to offer you a free drink. There was no room for a cloudy mind tonight so accepted water instead.

The zippable pockets on the side of your dress were beginning to feel heavy with all the small treasures you hid in them. Only one missing from your pocket that you played with it around your index finger. The ring was too big for your third finger and still loose around your index, but that wouldn’t matter once you’ve turned it to cash later. The heaviness of the gold band, as well as the freshly polished glossy shimmer of the ring, looked even more expensive in the dim lights of the room, satisfying your ego even more from how effortless you made getting what you want to seem.

“You’re messy,” Prince Charming said as he slid smoothly into the seat next to you at the bar, looking straight ahead. You weren’t entirely too sure if you were the one the message was for, being that there were others around so instead you went back to circling the ring around your finger. “How long do you think it’ll be until someone notices something is missing?” He turned in his chair staring completely at you this time. “Or something a little off?”

His words almost made you choke as they caught you completely off guard. There was no denying now that he was, in fact, talking to you. You turned in your chair to face him, his amusement clearly painted on his face while he watched as you lowered your hand out of view as if he hadn’t already seen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply as you moved awkwardly in your chair. That part was sort of true. He spoke so vaguely, but in your gut, you knew his message was clear. Have you been that obvious all night?

He smiled, playing with the small straw in his drink before taking another sip, “You’re right. Try keeping it that way.”

Anyone else would think the both of you were flirting if they watched from behind you while at the bar. But with his smile that didn’t reach his eyes; all you could see was warning signs trapped inside them.

You didn’t know what to do. What could you do? Knowing yourself you were ready to curse him out for  suspecting you of something, even if you had -for a fact- actually done. But who was this guy to begin with? As you examined him more, hoping for a hint of who this mysterious guy was, you found nothing. He didn’t appear to be much older than yourself and yet he fits perfectly in the crowd of wealth.

You didn’t realize how long you must have been staring at him, but with a simply tilted head nod and a perfectly sexy smile that never seemed to leave his amused face, you found yourself ever so quickly getting your shit together and looking in the opposite direction.

Any excuse would be a great choice as long as it got you away from this awkward situation. You found your eyes landing on every part of the room except for on him, looking desperately for a quick exit that your eyes could find. He knew too much and you didn’t know what he was capable of. He could easily spill the beans - or in your case, your jewels- but why hadn’t he?

The more you began looking around the ballroom, the more eyes you noticed placed on your own.  If it hadn’t been for your wariness of the situation, you’d assume the eyes placed upon you now was only the eyes of lust, but you could read a new story behind them.

Guards that hadn’t paid you much mind from the beginning of the night began making their way over in the direction of the bar.  Their narrow eyes fixated on you made you question if, by chance, you were already suspected before the night began.

Panic began to creep up your chest the closer the guards got, causing the small hairs on your neck to rise. There was nowhere to run. It was as if you were being caged in as they circled their way towards you, leaving no leeway for an escape. You found yourself glancing back at the man beside you at the bar who had seemed to warn you of this, but without a flinch he kept his body and eyes fixated forward as if your presence was no longer there.

With a small tap on your shoulder, you found the tallest and most intimidating guard towering over you. You should be scared, but he must be like any other man and as long as you keep your cool without raising any more flags everything would be ok, right?

Pushing your long silky hair behind your ear and off your shoulder, exposing your slender neck and naked shoulder blades in your strapless royal blue dress, you turned in your chair to look him right in the eyes.

“What can I help you fellas with?” you asked as you scanned them over.

The guards didn’t seem fazed by you at all and the more you  noticed this the more uneasy you were feeling .

“Ma’am may I see your party ID.” It didn’t seem like a question at all. The guard almost seemed to be gazing through you as he stood there in front of you with his hand out. You caught your breath in your throat, scared that even breathing could be suspicious in your position, as it was.

You tilted you head tilted your head to the side as you stared up at the guard once more, “didn’t know we needed to bring those.”

Small chuckles could be heard from the guards surrounding you. Maybe that wasn’t the right answer?  The head guard face remained cold as stone with a hint of frustration as he leaned down to your eye level.

“I’m going to need you to come with us,” he said.

You still had a little bit of useless pride and courage left in you, “and if I don’t?”

“See that’s the thing, I wasn’t asking you,” the guard gritted his teeth. With that, the guard grabbed you wrist before pulling you to your feet. You couldn’t help but give one last glance behind you to the man sitting at the bar. Had he only warned you just so when you were caught it wouldn’t have been such a surprise? Still, with one last look, you had hoped for a least a small blink of help but received nothing.

The guards began escorting you away and you were already beginning to accept this as fate. You were a fool to think that such a night could be so easy without any consequences.

“Wait” you heard faintly, causing you as well as the guards to stop in your tracks. The head guard automatically turned around in the direction of the voice. His harsh and dangerous face instantly softened with shock as he bowed almost immediately.

“Sir,” you heard the head guard’s voice shake while you watched the rest of the guards follow his lead. You never seen so much respect displayed and it almost scared you turn around to see who it was for. Faint footsteps could be heard approaching against the marble floor over the faint noise in the background.

You felt a strong arm curled around your waist. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you looked up to find prince charming holding you closely to himself. He gave you a quick wink as he noted how tense you were in this predicament.

“She’s mine,” he said with this seductive low tone that almost made you blush. The guard shot his head up, ready to object but then he spoke again, “I think it’s about time we head up to my suite”.

What other choice did you have but to follow his lead? You could feel the guards glaring down your back as your knight of the night lead you out of the ballroom. Even while exiting the room, your mind stayed clouded of the thought of how powerful this man be to have guards clearly older than the both of you respect him so much as they had. At first, you found him disgustingly handsome when you first was in his presence, but maybe his pockets were too.

“Thanks,” you say, moving out of his grasp when you’re both far enough from any guards in your sight. He’d already helped you escape god knows what, so what other reason did need to still be in his arms? “I’ll just be on my way”

“Foolish girl. There are guards surrounding this entire building” he shook his head, “one more step away from me and they’ll be lined up to put you in handcuffs before you could even think about saying ‘I’m innocent’”

You were trapped and he knew it. Without saying another word, he began walking down the hall knowing you were following shortly behind. You found yourself analyzing the way he walking with pride. The way he kept his shoulders held high, never slouching to his practice sensual stroll down the hall kept your eyes glued to him.

“Y'know, usually I get the girl’s name and take her on a few dates before I invite them to my bedroom, but I guess there’s a first for everything right?” He joked as you both began to close in on a hotel room door you assumed was his. The door was bigger than the rest and it left you itching to find out what was inside.

He swiftly unlocked the door with his keycard, entering first as he beckoned you to enter from behind the door. Sliding past him as he held the door open for you, careful not to make more skinship than necessary. The tension was strong in the room you could almost taste it with how hard you could feel his eyes on you. You took a little extra time walking slower down the hallway, knowing damn well he was admiring your ass while you admired the decor of the suite.

It wasn’t often a girl like you was allowed in rooms like this unless you were a maid or something. Cheap motels were used on few occasions but this room was more beautiful than you could have dreamed.

He slid passed you as he took his blazer exposing his button up shirt that showed off you his defined body. All you could think about was what he’d look like without either on. It should have been illegal to look so good and yet it was sexier because he knew.

“You like what you see?” he gave you a subtle wink once he caught you staring as he was folding up the cuffs of his shirt

To keep your eyes from wandering back to him, you began toying with the treasures you almost forgot about that were kept in your pocket. your favorite of them all, being the golden ring, you played with it around your index finger once more.

“Park Jimin” he started, as he walked up behind you. You turned your head, unsure of what he was talking about. “My name is Park Jimin”. You looked at him still analyzing the name that he had given you before nodding your head. Without another word, you went back to playing with the ring that glistened on your finger.

Jimin scuffed in amazement, “Usually when someone tells you their name, they kinda expect to learn yours too”.

“Learning my name would do neither of us good”.

You were right. Just because you now knew his name didn’t make it any more special when clearly he was respected by what seemed like a room full of important people, but your name was a different story. After everything you’ve done tonight, you wouldn’t even give your name willingly even if the guards demanded you give it to them.  

Jimin circled around you, now leaning on the wall in front of you, “So what’s a girl like you doing playing a game dangerous like this?” he said as he swiftly took the ring from your grasp.

“What would you know? You probably had everything handed to you with a silver spoon” you rolled your eyes as you turned away.

At that remark,  he couldn’t help but grin. Everyone only believes what’s appealing to the eye, but just like you, Jimin had a story of his own. How else would he be able to spot you in a place like this?

“It’s not that I can’t get what I want, but the thrill of taking what I want and whenever I want it is just so much more attractive”

“And what do you want right now?”he asked. It was such a dangerous question as your mind instantly thought of what it’d be like to rake your hand over his toned chest. Just the thought caused you to seize your bottom lip between your teeth, biting lightly. You could sense his presence close enough behind you now and it only added to your frustration.

“The same thing that you want,” you say boldly

You could feel him lightly tracing over you dress zipper that lined all the way to your lower back. You tilted your head a little as you felt the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck.

“Be careful of what you say, it may cost you” he purred in your ear.

It almost made chuckle because you could barely remember the cost of the last thing you had bought, but still, you played along.

“Cost me something like what?”

“This.” He  said as he pulled down the zipper ever so slower, expecting you to reject. It wasn’t a surprise to either of you once the dress had fallen to the ground and revealed that all you had under it was a silk thong that matched the color of your dress. You turned around, walking out of your dress just in time to catch him untightening the tie around his neck.

Almost immediately you began to unbutton the useless shirt that did a horrible job at hiding anything underneath it already. Frustrated with how long it was taking, you began to rip it off his chest. Fuck it, he can definitely afford a new one anyways.

Once the shirt was off you couldn’t help but to run your palms over his chest, admiring the work put into keeping his body so perfect. He smoothly lifted you into his arms as you carried you off to the bed without any problem.

You couldn’t help yourself but leave bite marks all over when your lips landed and placed you on the bed. You began kissing down his chest once more as you fought with getting his pants and briefs off, revealing his massive hard on.

You couldn’t look away - it was so thick. Eventually, You reached your hand out to touch it, without his prodding, your eyes widened, surprised at how soft it was, and yet so firm. Jimin groaned when you squeezed him in your hand. You couldn’t even close your fingers around it - it was that thick.

It pulsated in your hand, and you glanced up at him nervously. He merely smiled, guiding your hands up and down his long shaft.

“You did this, you know,” he muttered accusingly, a strained smile on his face as he tried to keep his composure.

The knowledge made you bolder, so you lengthened your strokes. The heat between you legs grew even hotter than before and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. Because you couldn’t create much friction, Jimin stopped you.

“Let me,” he said. Pulling your other hand away from his cock, he pressed you down against the bed and trailed his fingers along your jaw and down across your neck. His touch was soft, and you closed your eyes as his hands traveled your body, reveling in how right it felt to have someone else hands touch you. Jimin leaned close as his hand found your breast, cupping it firmly in his hand.

You let out a small whimper, feeling desire building within you like an inferno. Your eyes opened and gazed up at him pleadingly.

Jimin gave you a small daring winked, “It gets better.”

Calloused fingers flicked across your nipple and you gasped. Jimin’s hands were confident and experienced. He rolled your breasts in his hands, tugging on each nipple in turn. It hurt, and yet felt amazing all at once. And then his mouth was on them.

The sudden sensation caused you to moan, and arch your back, rising to meet his lips. Every time his tongue flicked across your nipples, you felt your cunt throbbing for attention. You tried to reach down and rub your clit, but he batted your hand away, moving his body until his knees were between your legs, spreading them wide open.

His expert tongue left your breasts and you whined at the absence. Instead, he flicked his tongue down across your stomach, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts near your hips. You shuddered as the air touched the trail his tongue had left, chilling the warm pattern he was drawing across your body. Rough hands slid beneath your legs and lifted your hips off the bed until your legs were over his shoulders. Surprised, you almost fought him, until you felt the heat of his breath against your heat.

“Jimin, wait-” you began, but your protests turned into moans as his tongue flicked across your shaved pussy and down the narrow slit. He found your clit and sucked it into his mouth, pulling at the small nub until it almost hurt, then releasing it and attacking it with his tongue.

It was too much. Your moans grew louder as you bucked your hips against him, but he held you firmly. It was all too much. You couldn’t take it. You were getting close - so close. Jimin seemed to sense how near you was, and then pulled away, a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. He moved his lips further down and flicked his tongue across your cunt.

You began to ask for more but the words were stuck in your throat. Instead, you gazed up at him. His eyes met your own, and he smiled again, before sinking his tongue into your warmth.

He groaned, sending a delightful buzz through your sensitive body, “You taste so good.” As if to prove he meant it, he slid his tongue in deeply again.

You couldn’t breathe - it felt so good. His tongue flicked in and out, driving me absolutely crazy with want. You wanted to cum - wanted to let go of the raging storm that had been building within you.

Jimin had other ideas.

As you teetered on the edge of an orgasm, he stopped, letting your hips fall onto the bed. He leaned over you and you felt the tip of his cock, already slick with pre-cum slide down to your soaking pussy. He didn’t ask permission - he didn’t need to. By now, you were already so overcome with wanting you’d have begged him for more if he stopped.

Jimin’s eyes met yours as he pushed the very tip of his cock inside. You could see the sweat on his forehead and he fought for control. He pushed a little further, and you gasped at just how thick it was - and only the tip had made it inside you. You held your breath as his hard dick slid further and further inside of you, stretching your pussy beyond what you even thought was possible. And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly fit in any deeper, he thrust forward, the tip of his cock slamming into the very back of your cunt.

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, breaths coming in pants, the anticipation building within you until you could barely control yourself. Very slowly, he pulled out until only the tip remained inside. Without him there, You felt empty. Hollow. Incomplete. Where his cock had been had left a void and you wanted more of him.  

Jimin controlled his next few thrusts, keeping them slow and steady, getting you used to his size and girth as your pussy stretched to accommodate him.

“You’re so tight,” he growled in your ear. “Fucking feels amazing.”

“Ahh…” You gasped as he shoved his cock in you again, and again.

The friction was driving you insane. The longer the two of you fucked, the bolder and rougher with you Jimin became. His thrusts were long, powerful strokes that sent you reeling every time your bodies met.

Jimin increased his pace and you knew he was getting close. But by then, so we’re you. He fucked you - hard and deep - so, so deep. Every push rattled your body and sent you spiraling even further into bliss. You wrapped your legs around him as the tension increased, and his hands sought your breasts, eliciting from you a breathless moan.

The way he moved - the way he held you - you arched your back for more and he met your demands with experienced, calculated hands and thrusts. His dick rubbed against your G-spot, and the tension in you  built even higher.

“Oh, fuck,” you squealed as one of his hands moved to your clit.

It was too much - your G-spot, your clit, your nipples - everything was being stimulated all at once, and you just couldn’t take it. His thrusts increased, they became harder, more greedy, and you thought that you might pass out from all the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m… gonna cum,” he grunted, eyes meeting yours.

“Me too.”

The moment you said the words,  your threefold orgasm hit you like a hurricane, overcoming your body and flooding you in waves of pleasure you hadn’t known you could reach. You must have screamed - because Jimin’s hand moved to cover your mouth - but you didn’t care. You rode the waves with abandon, letting it consume you completely. Jimin thrust into you again with a loud groan, and you felt burst upon burst of heat erupt from his cock, filling your pussy with his seed.

Breathless and sweaty, he collapsed on top of you, and the both of you lay unmoving on the bed, Jimin’s softening cock still inside you. Long minutes passed, and you two remained as you were - unwilling to break the silence. Eventually, Jimin sighed, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at you.

“Are you ok?”

It was one of the oddest questions to ask at a time like this, you could help but laugh but nodded your head, causing him to smile. It wasn’t a cocky smile like the ones he had given you all night, but instead, one that made his eyes effortlessly sparkle. You couldn’t help yourself but noticed how innocent Jimin looked smiling which was a completely different story after what the two of you had just done. There was nothing innocent about his tongue. But even still in this stance, he looked almost like a happy kid in an amusement park.

You felt his gaze on you as well and for some reason, it began to make you shy which only made him chuckled, “If I stay here like this any longer, I can’t guarantee I’ll behave.”

“You and I haven’t exactly been behaving anyway.”

“I mean,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief, “that I’m going to fuck you. Again. And again. And again.”

You searched his eyes, trying to decide if he was teasing or if he really meant it. Inside of you still, you felt his cock begin to throb and harden slightly, and You smiled.

“Is that a promise?”

You felt another twitch, and it hardened some more. You wiggled your  hips and closed your eyes as you felt it expand, filling up your cunt until it was completely engorged again. It still amazed you just how big he was when he was hard. And fuck, but it felt so good with him inside me. The heat was building inside you again and you met his gaze, relieved to see a passion in them that mirrored your own.

You knew you pulled this on yourself and you were so ready for it all.

The sun glistening into the suite caused your eyes to blink owlishly as you searched for the body that should have been sleeping next to your own. Still naked under the sheets your mind began to flicker to last night, and boy was it long, you thought.

A small handwritten note rested on on a pillow where Jimin’s head should have been caught your attention as you grabbed for it.

To find your jewels, you must first find me. You have 24 hours❤️ ~ Love Park Jimin

Your eyes instantly searched over the hotel room for any of your stolen belongings and in fact found nothing. Flipping the card over for any clues, you instantly smile.

Damn, you almost got away with it.


A/N: this is my first ever smut I have written and I hoped you guys enjoyed reading it :) there will not be a part two of this so please do not ask but any other feedback and constructive critics will be nice

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARK JIMIN I’m so sorry I sinned on such a holy day 

Fright Night (Part one)

Alrighty, as promised here’s part one of the Halloween Special. I was right in thinking it was going to be in two parts, as this first half is nearly 5,000 words alone eheh. I hope you all enjoy this horror themed one shot! However, it’s rather light in this part, things actually get much more dark and exciting in the sequel that I’m purposely holding off on posting until Halloween ;) for now enjoy a protective puppy Jacob. Oh, and a special appearance of Evie, Henry, Arno and Élise! 

Warnings: Sexual Harassment, anxiety, an extremely protective British biscuit

Words: 4,843

((Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader)) 

Summary: You make plans to go through a haunted house attraction with Jacob and friends to celebrate Halloween, but it seems fate has other plans as a harmless joke becomes all too real. 

Part two here

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the tempest-tossed

Tears mingled with Loki’s bitter laughter. If he saved Thor’s life, he would sacrifice Thor’s love forever. Surviving Svartalfheim was a crime his brother would never forgive.

Ficlet (3.3k). Infinity Wars fic.

Based on a prompt from @ellamorticiaofancientwoods. (Thanks for the idea, friend!)

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Jesse’s girl

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11271625/6/Bechloe-oneshots

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“Amy have you seen Chlo?” Beca asked, after having searched the house, but finding no sign of the ginger. Beca thought she said she would be packing her stuff, now that they all graduated and were ready to move on.

“No…” The Australian singer replied, shaking her head. “You two are practically married; surely you would know where she usually hangs out.” She added an obvious smirk.

But Beca didn’t…

She had been so busy lately… For all she knew, Chloe didn’t really have a favorite spot. To be quite honest, Beca wouldn’t have a clue of what the ginger did in her spare time besides the Bella’s. She chose to leave it and return to packing her stuff, just as most of the Bella’s were doing at the moment. When she walked into her room her eyes fell on a letter lying on her pillow. “What in the world?” Beca murmured, looking around for anything else suspicious besides the mysterious note. Beca first smelled the letter, which was her usual habit, to see if she was able to catch any scent. It smelled of something so very distinctive, though Beca couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The brunette dismissed it with a shrug, opening the note.

Meet me at the auditorium…

x Anonymous

Beca rolled her eyes. This could be from one person only. Chloe Beale. Chloe always had a sense for drama and with the coincidence that she was missing, who else could it be? Beca took her phone, ready to text the other back to ask her what she wanted, but eventually choose not to. What the hell, it was Chloe… She probably just wanted to spend some time to say goodbye to the place that had been her home for over seven years. Of course they would keep contact, but it would never be like it used to be anymore. No more Chloe to tickle her awake, or to surprise her with breakfast on bed, to watch movies like Grease at one ‘o clock at night, or camping with 9 girls in a tent, at a place that was surrounded by countless bear traps. They were leaving so much behind. This place would become another memory and Beca knew that it would be hard for Chloe to actually move on.

Beca opened the door to the auditorium halfway calling for the ginger to appear. “Chlo… Very funny, but you can come out now! Hide and seek is over…” Beca chuckled nervously. “Chloe?” She knelt to see if the ginger was hiding behind one of the chairs. She sighed. Was it a prank? She sat down in one of the chairs, when she heard some soft rumbling coming from the stage. “Chlo?!” Then music started to play. A pleasant melody of piano chords filling the room with its sound. Chloe had been hiding behind the corner on stage and now walked slowly towards the middle in her hand a microphone. She tried her best to gather as much courage before singing.

Jessie is a friend,

Yeah, I know he’s been a good friend of mine

But lately something’s changed

It ain’t hard to define

Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine

Chloe felt a lump her in throat, after all, she was speaking from the heart. There were things she had wanted to tell the brunette a long time ago, but never actually had the courage to do so. But now that they were going their separate ways, what was there to lose right? However, it did concern her that she wasn’t able to read even the slightest reaction from the other.

Beca knew it was about her. She was well aware Chloe loved her, she wasn’t blind or stupid. That night in that tent when they were camping, Chloe had told Beca her biggest regret was she didn’t do enough experimenting during college. Beca totally blacked out so she went with her usual line of 'you’re so weird’, not thinking of how this might be a cruel slap in the face for the ginger. To be quite honest, Beca was confused herself. She knew she had feelings for Jesse, though wasn’t really sure what to call the shiver that crawled down her spine every time she saw Chloe. She always told herself she liked guys only, a 100% heterosexual, but Chloe made her doubt that theory.

And she’s watching him with those eyes

And she’s lovin’ him with that body, I just know it!

And he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night

Chloe swiftly wiped away the tear that had found its way down her cheek, when the other was looking away. She couldn’t stop looking at the brunette. Beca was perfect in her eyes. She always pretended to be a big bad ass, when actually inside she was a big softie. Having met Beca was the best thing that ever happened to her. She deliberately failed her exams three times just so she could be with the dj. Yet she had eyes only for one person. Jesse… What Chloe hated about all of this was that he was actually a nice guy. If he had been an asshole it would have been so much easier to hate him.

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl

I wish that I had Jessie’s girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Beca bit her lip that was now trembling. She tried her best not to make eye contact with the ginger, afraid it would make her burst into tears. Why was this getting to her so much?

I play along with the charade

That doesn’t seem to be a reason to change

You know I feel so dirty when they start talking cute

I wanna tell her that I love her but the point is probably moot

“Chloe…” Beca tilted up her head, Chloe’s name rolling from her lips as a soft sob. She wanted the other to stop or she might really start crying soon, but Chloe ignored her weak protest.

'Cause she’s watching him with those eyes

And she’s lovin’ him with that body, I just know it!

And he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s girl

I wish that I had Jessie’s girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

Chloe was barely able to contain herself. Beca buried her face inside her hands, her shoulders shocking every time a sob escaped her lips. Chloe tried to continue singing but failed horrifically. Her hand dropped the microphone she was holding, like it was numb. “Beca… I love you…” She said, her eyes glassy.

“Just stop Chloe… Please…” Beca shook her head, letting out a dry laugh as she didn’t know how to respond to this. “What do you expect me to say?”

Chloe jumped off the stage. “I want to hear it from you. Say that you don’t feel the same way so I can move on.”

Beca sniffed back the tears that threatened to reappear. She laughed nervously, feeling uneasy. The silence was giving her away. She did have feelings for Chloe, but was afraid to show them.

“What does this mean Mitchell?!” Chloe said, raising her voice, almost angry, but it was more a scared feeling. It was all very confusing. Beca rose from her seat, wiping the trail of her tears from her face. She made a run for it, walking in fast pace to the exit.

“NO! You don’t get to walk away from me Beca! You can’t run from this forever!” Chloe ran after the brunette, who did not bother to look back.

“Watch me!” Beca snarled back. She didn’t realize how close the ginger really was. “Wait…” Chloe stood still, her eyes focused on the ground underneath her. “Beca… Please just wait…”

Beca sighed in defeat. She was weak… Whenever Chloe used her voice like that, it was like a commercial for puppy’s that need help. Okay… weird example. “I love you too.” She softly said, loud enough for the other to hear it. “There I said it! Now can I go?”

Chloe’s mouth gaped open. Without a second thinking this trough, she stormed at Beca. Beca’s eyes sprung open, feeling like a deer in the headlights of a car. Chloe practically assaulted the brunette with perhaps a little too much force, making both fall to the floor. Beca took a quick intake of breath, their noses touching. Chloe entangled both hands, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere. To Chloe’s surprise Beca was the one to move up the last few inches so their lips would touch. The kiss filled with a strong hunger for each other. It was both passionate as soft. There was no longer need to be subtle. Beca’s hand trailed down, grabbing Chloe’s ass earning a soft moan to escape the others lips. Chloe demanded dominance and pulled Beca’s hair back, to kiss her somewhat rougher the second time. Beca then knew who was behind that quirky smile, and it made her love for her grow even more. Chloe’s knee found its way up between Beca’s inner thighs making the other moan into her mouth. Beca came to realize what they were doing and pushed Chloe back, escaping the others grip. She sat up straight, her eyes big as well as Chloe’s who couldn’t hold herself from uncontrollable laughing.

“HOLY SHIT.” Beca gasped.

Fright night

Character: Demon!dean
Warnings:none
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I watch as Sam finishes locking Dean up.

“Do you think you will be able to stay here while I go get some food?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, he’s tied up, and in a Devils trap. I garuntee I will be fine.” I reassure him.

I look towards Dean, who’s staring at us both, trying to figure out what we’re saying.

“Okay.” Sam says unsurely.

I follow Sam and watch him leave, locking the door behind him.

I suddenly feel unsafe,regretting the decision. If this was any other demon, I wouldn’t be scared, but Dean has the mark of kain, making him more powerful than any demon we’ve met.

I decide to check on him, see if he wants anything to drink. What? He’s still my boyfriend. I think.

When I reach the room, I see the shelves pulled apart reviling the secret room behind, and the chair was empty.

My breathing hitched. This is what I was afraid of, and I’m not sure if it’s safe for me to go looking for him.

“Y/n” I heard him shout,as if he was taunting me.

The voice seemed to be coming from behind me, so I sprint forward and headed for the control room.

Within seconds I reached the control room and killed the power.

“Really?” I could hear the hint of laughter in his voice, and it sounded as if he was at the door.

In immediately ducked down, afraid that him being a demon could give him night vision or something, even though it probably couldn’t.

I crawled round the power panels and made sure I was always on the opposite side of his voice.

Soon enough I made it to the door and ran. I just ran and never looked back because that’s what they usually do in the movies, and end up tripping or something.

Before I reach the stairs to the bunker doors, I trip, over my own feet. Great, it’s like I’m in my own horror movie.

I could hear a chuckle from above me, I looked up to see Dean.

“Y/n , y/n , y/n.” He tutted.

“I only want to talk.” He added.

I look up at the bunker’s door, counting the steps in case I need to escape. Dean notices my actions and pulls me up by my arm. As soon as I’m on my feet I am up against the wall,Dean’s arm against my neck.

“We’re you going to run? Find another man?” He snarled at me.

“N-no , I was just going to find Sam an-” I was cut off with Dean’s lips on mine.

“Your mine y/n, not his”

“ I know” I sigh, happy he isn’t going to hurt me.

“I just thought you were going to hurt me.” I said cautiously, hoping not to make him angry.

His eyes soften, which I have never seen a demon do, and he releases me.

“ why would you think that? Demon or not, I’m still Dean and you’re still my y/n, and I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t moved on.” he said,then this time,gently, kisses me.