teeth brightening


Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together as a couple. At the Oscars after party, Chris surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend. - Worst summary ever written, sorry!
Word Count: 2.9k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+
Warnings: NSFW gifs, dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!]
Author’s Note: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*.  Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

The Oscars, the greatest, most prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors, producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’ sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy memories.

This year’s ceremony - which weren’t such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the after party with Chris and some of his friends.

Even if you weren’t working in this environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew there.

Standing next to the bar with him in your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him crazy the whole time.

As you shared a conversation with him through the unbearably erotic and debauched jazz music playing in the background, the sexual tension and frustration between you could be seen as thick smoke from miles around. His body language told how much he only wanted to take you, pinning you down and make you forget your name until you would quiver and scream your bliss beneath him.

“Honey, are you even listening to me?” You chuckled; laying a hand on Chris’ arm and his eyes followed every detail of your skin, the way your white teeth brightened even more with your red lipstick as a smile graced your lips. “You know, it’s rude to stare at people… even when you love them.”

“Sorry, what did you say? I was too busy mentally undressing you,” your boyfriend winked slowly, a hand finding his pocket and you gulped, as you secured a lock of your hair behind your ear and he smirked, swallowing some more of his pale ale alcohol liquid.

“You might want to see what happens to be under this gown. Trust me.” Voice deep and sensual, you played along his seductive game and held the flute of champagne inches away from your lips. Chris arched an eyebrow, his palm reaching for the small of your back and his lips fanned to your ear, making you swoon already.

“Maybe I’ll find out sooner than you think,” he murmured a promise so huskily, offering his special smug smile he only used behind closed doors and your decision was made as his lips grazed behind your earlobe discreetly.

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For Bucky *** Part One

Summary: You knew you didn’t have much longer. You had a whole life ahead of you. But you would never get to experience it. He wanted you to live your life to the fullest. You would do that for him. You would do that For Bucky.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader


Word Count: 3038

A/N: This is something that I wanted to do because of a friend who had recently lost a family member at a young age. If you are not comfortable with reading something of a sensitive and extremely touch feel, please do not read!! Let me know if you would like to be tagged.

You were only ten years old when you were diagnosed with your condition. You remember being at school, playing tag with your friends when without a warning, you collapsed to the ground. You remember the sight of your friends running to you, shouting Your name or the name of your teacher as you lay on the gravel. You were shivering, your blood running cold as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

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Found this in my drafts from like forever ago lmao enjoy x 

You pushed through the large doors, ignoring the silent whispers and giggles coming from the small minded kids around you. You tugged on your hoodie, thanking it for its warmth and comfort. 

You hated this school and every oblivious person in it. The lunch room was like a blood bath so you decided to spend your time in the library. 

“Afternoon, Mrs. Crackerfield. “ You nodded towards the elderly woman and walked to the scientist fiction section. You absolutely adored science fiction. It was romantic, adventurous and thrilling; everything you loved. 

You grabbed the first book you saw and slid down to the floor, leaning yourself against the somewhat sturdy bookshelf. 

As you enter the world of 1985, a hard covered book clunked you on the head. “What the heck?!” You said, craning your neck up to see what caused the book to assault you. 

The handsome yet ugly face of Dalton Hamilton emerged from the other side of the book shelf. “Oh hey, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.” He smiled, showing off his overly brightened teeth. 

“You knew I was there, Dalton.” You responded quickly. Oops, probably shouldn’t have said. 

“Did you just talk to me?” Dalton laughed sarcastically and stalked towards nearly like a lion would a zebra.

“Obviously you need to get your ears checked, because she did in fact talk to you.” A deep voice said from behind you, causing a shiver of uneasiness to run down your spine. 

You were to stunned to turn to see who came to your rescue, surprised to face Liam Dunbar, a Junior who hung out with Scott McCall. 

“The hell do you want, Dunbar?” Dalton scuffed, not affected by the presence of Liam. 

“To leave her alone, always trying to seem big and bad, huh Hamilton?” Liam said, crossing his arms. 

“Wanna take this outside, Dunbar?” Hamilton narrowed his eyes accusingly.

“No, but I sure as hell will.” Malia Tate stepped up, along side with an unfamiliar face.

Dalton paled at the sight of her, stepping back slowly. “Y-Yeah, well screw you guys. Fucking freaks.” Dalton turned and left, leaving you a bit shaken and confused. 

“Hey.” Someone said lowly, touching the back of your elbow. You turned to face a boy around Liam’s age, with smooth dark skin. “Hey, I’m Mason. And this is Malia and Liam. You okay?” His voice was soft and caring. 

You couldn’t speak for some reason so you just nodded. “Dalton’s an ass. But hey listen, you can trust us. We won’t bite.” 

Thriller // j.d.

(okay so this kinda goes with the request but not really? if you requested this and want something different just message me)

{also I hate the way I ended this I’m so lame}


“You want me to what?” You ask.

“Come with me on tour,” Tyler repeats. “Jenna’s coming so you won’t be lonely, plus we need a new photographer after Jacob left. C'mon Y/N, please.”

“I dunno Ty,” You say. “’M not that good. I doubt I’ll be able to keep up with anyone.”

“Don’t doubt yourself. You’re good and we want you on tour,” Tyler pleads.


“Me and Jenna. And Josh of course.”

“Josh? He’s never even met me,” You say, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I uh…well…” Tyler trails off, rubbing his hand over his neck.

“What?” You ask.

“He hasn’t exactly met you but…he’s seen you I guess?” He says like a question. “I’ve shown him pictures of you and stuff…and he’s seen some of your photos.”

“You’ve shown him pictures of me?” You ask. “Why?”

“Because you’re one of my best friends, Y/N. And I talk about you a lot so he wanted to put a face to the name,” Tyler explains.

You sigh, shaking your head.

“Alright alright. I’ll go,” You give in.

Tyler broke into a smile, cheering. You roll your eyes.

“This is gonna be a sick tour!” Tyler exclaims, pulling his phone out presumbably to text Jenna or Josh.

“Sick as frick?” You ask teasingly, dodging the pillow he threw at you.

The first day of the tour came fast, you meet up with Tyler and Jenna at their apartment with your suitcase trailing behind you. The three of you went in Tyler’s car, driving to a location unknown to you. Ten minutes later the car pulled into a drive way, Tyler jumping out with a rushed ‘be right back’ as he did.

 "So, he finally convinced you huh,“ Jenna says, turning around in the front seat to face you. “took ‘em long enough.”

“Not his fault,” You reply with a smile. “I always turned him down. Don’t want to be in the way.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be plenty appreciated,” Jenna reply’s with a slight smirk. “I’m sure of it.”

You’re about to ask what she means when you see Tyler emerge from the house with a suitcase in his hand and someone else following him.


You vaguely see Jenna’s smirk widen as the two boys make their way down the steps towards the car. Tyler continues passed the drivers door, tossing the suitcase in the trunk as Josh opens the back door opposite you.

“Hey Jen, how’s it going?“ He asks as he climbs into the car.

"It’s going, you?” Jenna asks, smiling at him.

“’M good, excited,” He reply’s, looking over at you.

His eyebrows scrunch together ever so slightly as he looks at you, then they go back to normal as realization takes over his face.

“You must be Y/N, Tyler and Jenna never shut up about you,” He says with a smile, sticking his hands out for you to shake.

You did, smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you,” You say. “I’d ask your name but Tyler never shuts up about you so.”

He laughed, a melodious sound that filled the entirety of the car accompanied with a wide smile of pure white teeth that just slightly brightened up the vehicle and crinkled eyes.

“He just doesn’t shut up about anything does he?” Josh asks.

“I’ve known the guy for ten years and I’ve been successfully blocking him out for about nine and a half,” You reply with another smile.

Josh laughs again, lighter this time, shaking his head.

“Why hasn’t he brought you around before?” He asks. “You’re hilarious.”

“He’s trying to keep the laughs to himself I guess,” You reply, a slight blush rising to your cheeks involuntarily.

“Good to see you two hitting it off so well already,” Tyler says as he gets into the drivers seat and starts the car up once again. “I’ve got a feeling this tour’s gonna be the best one yet.”


Tyler’s right, tour life was such an amazing experience. Traveling from city to city, state to state, is like nothing you could’ve imagined. Not to mention the pricless experience you were earning from the seasoned photographers that are on the tour.

It’s a normal tour, shows almost every night, traveling during the early mornings, and hanging out with Tyler, Jenna and Josh wasn’t too bad either.

Ten days into the tour is when the first ‘incident’ happened.

It’s a normal day, a traveling day. You, Tyler, Jenna and Josh are gathered in the bus around the coffee table as the four of you played some card game. Obviously Tyler sits next to Jenna, leaving you to sit next to Josh in the booth. Everything’s normal, until it’s not.

A bump in the road, that’s what really started it. A random pothole in the middle of the highway that caused Josh’s leg to brush against yours. Your first reaction is to push back against it in retaliation, a slight bump of the knees that causes him to look at you with a quirked eyebrow.

You shrug, shaking your head like you had nothing to do with it. Josh smiles and nods knowingly, setting a card down on the table. He leans closer to you, his breath fanning over your neck slightly.

“So you wanna play it that way?” He asks. “We can play that way.”

Then he resumes his original poistion as if nothing had occured. You do your best to keep the blush off of your face, playing your next card quickly and quietly.

When the next bump came, Josh’s leg hit yours again. But this time is different, this time it stays where it hit, prressed up against yours as if it was meant to be there. That doesn’t bother you, until Josh reaches down and rubs his hand over your knee with no expression on his face.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tyler asks suddenly.

“Hm?” You hum, blinking a few times. “Yeah, fine sorry. Just got distracted.”

The second time you’re alone in Tyler’s dressing room, fiddeling with your camera while he is out to an early dinner with Jenna. The door opens with a slight squeak, causing you to look up at the red headed boy that’s standing in the door way.

“Can I help you?” You ask, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“’M bored, Tyler and Jenna have been gone for ages,” He says as he flops down on the couch next to you.

“S'not really my job to entertain the entertainment, just to take their pictures,” You reply with a smirk.

Josh groans, laying his head on your lap and looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“C'mon Y/N please,” He whined, drawing out the last word.

You sigh, deciding quickly to give in to Josh’s whines and relieve some of your own boredom.

“Alright, alright. What do you want to do?” You ask, looking down at him.

“Hmmm,” He hums, rubbing his chin over dramatically. “Let’s go get coffee.”

“Coffee?” You ask. “Josh it's five o'clock in the afternoon.”

“So? Perfect time for coffee!” He replies, scrambling off of the couch and pulling you up afterwards.

You shake your head, a smile on your face.

“Alright, let’s get coffee then,” You reply.

Josh cheers happily, gripping your hand in his and leading you though the backstage area until you finally reach the outside, fresh air greeting you as Josh opens the door.

“Coffee coffee coffee!” Josh says in a sing-song voice as the two of you walk down the street, your intertwined hands swinging in between you.

“I don’t think you need the caffeine J,” You say, shaking your head at his childishness.

“There is one thing you need to know about me, Y/N,” Josh says seriously. “I always need the caffeine.”

You laugh lightly, smiling again.

“Alright, let’s play a game,” He says as you two continue to walk down the sidewalk.

“What kind of game?” You question.

“It’s kinda a on going game, throughout the day we can randomly say 'first word’ and who ever gets asked has to say the first word that pops into their head, get it?” He explains.

“Sounds simple enough,” You reply with a nod.

“Good,” He reply’s, pointing at a coffee shop next to us and pulling the door open.

He ushers you in first, following behind you with your hands still connected.

“Order what you want, I’ll pay,” Josh says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Josh you don’t have to do that,” You protest, shaking your head. “I’m capable enough to pay for mine.”

“I know you are, but I don’t care,” Josh says.

“First word,” You say, looking up at him.

“Paying,” Josh says. “As in, I’m paying for the coffee.”

You sigh, giving him a small smile.

“Alright, alright,” You say.

You and Josh place your orders, Josh paying the cashier. The wait for your drinks is short, the two of you deciding to walk around the town since there is still time before the show.

As you walked out of the shop, Josh’s hand intertwines with yours once again. The first few moments of the walk is silent, until Josh speaks.

“First word,” He says.

“Layers,” You reply without thinking.

“Would you care to elaborate?” He asks.

“There’s layers to you,” You reply, looking up at him. “the you you are right now is different than the you you were on the tour bus that day, when we were playing cards.”

Josh nods, taking a sip of his coffee.

“That’s true,” He says. “there are many layers to me.”

“What are the others?” You ask after drinking some of your coffee.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Josh replies with a smirk as his phone rings.

He answers after a ring or two, first showing you the caller i.d.

“What’s up Ty?” He says into the phone. “No, I’m out with Y/N. We got coffee. No Tyler. Shut up. No. Yeah yeah, we can be back there in ten. Alright. Yeah. See you then.” With that, he hung up.

“Tyler says they need us back at the arena for a last minute sound check, apparently one of the amps busted and they had to get a new one,” He explains. “of course this happens an hour before show time.”

“Oh don’t you have such a hard life,” You tease, smiling at him.

Josh rolls his eyes, the two of you making your way back to the arena just in time.

The third time it happens, it almost doesn’t.

More than halfway through the door, a rest day. You’re sitting at the coffee table on the tour bus, editing videos together for the highlight reel while Josh slept in the back and Tyler went with Jenna to go 'explore’ the city you’re stopped in.

You know exactly what it is when in happens, the quiet sniffles coming from the back of the bus unmistakable. Before giving it a second thought, you get up from your seat at the coffee table, walking to the back.

“Josh?” You whisper as softly as you can.

The boy still jumps, lifting his head out of his chest and locking eyes with you.

“H-hey Y/N,” He says gruffly. “sorry, did I disturb you?”

“What? No Josh, not at all,” You reply. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” He whispers.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

Josh nods, not making eye contact.

“First word,” You say, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“No,” He replies. “I’m not okay. Can you…can you lay with me for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” You answer, sliding into the bunk after he scoots over to make room. 

You lay on your side facing him, silent for a few moments.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask finally, running your fingers over his arm gently.

“I just…I get these dreams,” Josh whispers. “people telling me that I’m not good enough and that I’m never going to be good enough. Most of the time it’s just random voices and I’m able to brush it off but…this time it was people I’m close with. People that I admire and that I care about telling me that and it just…got to me more than it usually does.”

“People like Tyler?” You ask gently.

“Yeah, like Tyler and Jenna,” He replies. “my family…you.”

“Your family doesn’t think that, Tyler and Jenna don’t think that,” You say. “And I know I don’t think that, J.”

Josh looked down at your now intertwined fingers, nodding.

“Yeah I know but…I can…I can hear them still. The voices telling me that I’m not good enough, it sucks,” He says.

You squeeze his hand lightly, locking eyes with him.

“You are good enough. And you always will be,” You whisper.

His movements are so subtle that you don’t know what’s happening until his face is mere inches from yours. Josh looks down at your lips, his eyes flicking back up to yours in a nanosecond. Before you could process his movements his lips are on yours and your eyes are closing. His hand leaves yours and moves up to your jaw, cupping your cheek and bringing you closer to him. He pulls away after a few moments, your gazes fastening onto each other once again.

“First word,” He asks softly.

“Again,” You whisper, a smile on your face.

“Just the kissing or?” Josh asks with a smirk.

“I mean…if that’s what you want then…” You trail off.

“Y/N would you like to be my girlfriend?” Josh asks.

You smile.

“Yeah, yeah I’d like that a lot,” You reply, your cheeks reddening slightly.

“Finally!” Tyler’s voice fills the bus. “I’ve been trying to get him to ask you out for weeks.” He adds.

Josh looks down, mumbling a 'shut up Ty,’ under his breath as Tyler smiles. He laughs lightly, shaking his head.

“I just came back to grab my phone charger, I walk in and see two of my best friends in a bunk kissing,” Tyler explains. “not what I was expecting.”

“Tyler Joseph do not lie to them,” Jenna scolds, coming into view. “this is exactly why you brought Y/N on the tour.”

“Okay so maybe I was hoping that they’d get together, but I never thought it would be this early in the tour,” Tyler defends.

Jenna rolls her eyes, gripping Tyler’s arm and pulling him towards the door.

“Have fun you two,” She calls.

“But not too much fun!” Tyler yells as they leave.

You and Josh look at each other, both of you laughing.

“I’m glad he convinced me to come on tour,” You say.

Josh nods.

“Yeah, me too.” He says.

“First word?” You ask quietly.

“I like you a lot,” Josh replies.

“That’s more than one word J,” You tease.

“I don’t care,” He says. “it’s still true.”

“Well I like you a lot too,” You say.

“First word,” He whispers.

“Kiss me again,” You reply softly.

“Gladly,” He replies.

You know that the next time you see Tyler you’d have to thank him for bringing you on tour, but all you could think about right now is the amazing feeling of Josh’s lips on yours, and the contentness that surrounds the two of you.

Beauty Tips pt. 3!

1. Want more voluminous hair? Use baking soda once or twice a month.
2. If you want curls, but don’t want to apply heat, use flexi rods.
3. Have lipsticks that stain your lips? Use rubbing alcohol to remove it.
4. Get rid of the dark spotting underneath your arms with a potato!
5. Running late, and need to iron? Just put hot water in a bottle spray it on your shirt, and stretch the shirt, and ain’t no wrinkles Bih.
6. Ever have those make-up stains under your eyes after you get out the shower? Well, if you apply lotion to it and wipe it away with a cloth.
8. Want to brighten your teeth? Squash some strawberries and brush your twice a week with it.
9. Instead of putting dots of concealer underneath your eyes, draw a trim angular shape instead.
10. Ever have shoes that hurt your feet? Before putting on your regular socks, put a pair of dress on first, then your regular socks, and no more pain!
12. It’s real mascara will change your life. ( I lost mine 😢)
13. Use can use bronzer as a blush, or your base for your eyeshadow.
14. Want matte nails without buying a matte clear nail polish? Boil a small pot of water, and when it is boiled put your nails over it and you have matte nails, or your can breathe on your nails (not blow, breattthhhe 😂)
15. Use a defuser to help give your curls more volume.

That’s it! Hope this helps!!

Norse 101

By: chimaeracabra

Summary: Loki gets a bit too comfortable with a student who comes to his office hours.

            The evening sun cascades through the windows of the office where Loki sits grading the exam he had given earlier in the week on old Norse. He grumbles in frustration at the imbecilic mistakes scrawled in chicken scratch on the piece of paper in front of him; he knows already that the student who had a tendency to campout in the back of the lecture hall and take naps is the one responsible for the idiotic F that he slashes out in green ink across the top of the front page. He circles the consonant vigorously and writes lightly, see your TA, you are failing this class! After rolling his eyes, for the eighteenth time, he slams the failed exam on top of the pile he’d been grading. Despite having two teaching assistants, he had found it overtly stressful to be teaching this class. Half the numbskulls even listened, while a select few put serious effort into their discussion sections with the teaching assistants. Loki was glad to at least receive some good feedback on a weekly basis regarding the progress of the students who actually took an interest in learning Norse, and the myths he incorporated into the historical lectures. 

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4 Tips for Getting a Brighter Wedding Day Smile: Lover.ly

We’ve been planning our dream weddings since we were five years old. So it’s no surprise that we can’t get enough of Lover.ly, a wedding inspiration site that lets you search through pics of swoon-worthy gowns, bouquets, and everything else you need for the big day. Once a week, the ladies behind Lover.ly will be sharing their best tips for getting through the craziness of the season—whether you’re standing at the altar or enjoying a view of it from the audience.

(Photo by: Elizabeth Messina on The Brides Cafe via Lover.ly)

We figure nothing can make you smile brighter than your fiancé(e), but these teeth whitening tips could come a close second. A clean, bright smile can make you look and feel gorgeous for your engagement photos, wedding day, and honeymoon; here are our tips for making it happen.

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Unforgotten Past (Part 1)

Group: BTS

Genre: Angst/fluff

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Word count: 2186

Plot: You keep bringing up the past in arguments, unable to forgive him for cheating on you (which turned out to be a misunderstanding).

Part 1 || Part 2

Originally posted by shimseulran

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Scottgames Changes: Halloween Nightmare Balloon Boy

Scottgames has been updated once again! Another square is glowing orange in the logo, and this time we have Balloon Boy!

The first thing to notice are his hands. Regular Balloon Boy has spheres and pegs for his appendages, and now he has fully clawed, five-fingered hands, much like Nightmare animatronics. Another thing he has in common with all the Nightmare Animatronics are sharp teeth, visible from the brightened (left) image below. His jaw looks disconnected as well, to contribute to the disgustingly open maw. 

His coloring is also different, being red and purple instead of red and blue. I’m not quite sure about this, but his hat propellers look blue and striped as well. 

When brightened, a large blood-red dripping HELLO? is plastered above Halloween Balloon Boy’s head– his most popular catchphrase. The way HELLO? is written is so Halloween-esque it’s almost funny.

The addition of the second orange square in the logo could hint toward getting another few teaser images, up to seven more, until the Halloween DLC release.

Stay tuned!

– H & G

Darkiplier Day Story - By Oosh For Anon

He sat on the last step of his stairs. He leant back, drawing air into his lungs, filling them with the precious air they craved so dearly. His whole body was shaking as he used the rail to lift himself up. He closed his eyes and grabbed his ribs. The pain was becoming intolerable, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get help. He had to do this on his own.

He struggled through his apartment. Kicking the debris out of the way as he reached the bathroom. He looked back at his home which was now destroyed. But he felt nothing. A numbness passed over him. No emotion. Nothing. He was void of everything that made him the character fans loved so much. He reached the bathroom and began to run a bath.

He stood in front of the mirror and lifted off his shirt. He saw for the first time the damage which had been inflicted on himself. He stood as close as he could and examined each bruise, scratch and scar. He smiled. He pressed each bruise, sending a shot of pain through his nerves. It made him realise he was alive. He had survived.

Mark had creeped through the apartment. He had finally reached his study. He waited until he heard Dark close the bathroom door before entering. He quickly climbed the office chair and turned on his computer. Every bleep and bang was amplified, like a drum in a desolate cave. He nervously ruffled his hair and straightened the camera. It bleeped on.

‘Hello. Its me. Mark. Look.’ He leaned forward and pulled open his eyelids straight into the lense. He lifted his head and pulled his lower lip down. 'See. Brown eyes you fell in love with. Same white teeth which brighten any picture.’ He paused, trying to contain his nerves and excitement. Adrenaline poured through his body. 'I don’t know how long I have. So I have to say this quickly.’ He stood up and leaned into the camera, not wanted to talk loud as to alert Darkiplier downstairs. 'He is free and I don’t know how to stop him. I can’t contain him anymore. I fucked up.’ His breath was getting caught as he tried to hold back the tears. His throat stung and he quickly spoke into the camera. 

'I fucked up! Fuck. Fuck Fuck.’ He turns on his heel 180 degrees, scrunching his hair and he did. His thoughts were scattered and messy. He looks back in the camera as a desperate man. 'I don’t know what you can do. I don’t think there is anything you can do. I have to warn you. I have to get this message out, at least - ’

Mark stops and stands up straight. He can feel Darks presence standing behind him. They stand opposite each other. Two sides of the same coin. One of good. The other of manners unknown. An entity finally forged in human form. A story brought to life. A living legend. Seconds felt like hours as the two of them locked on each others gaze, waiting for the other to declare their first move.

Dark flitted to his right and turned off the lights. The only light now being the red pulsating light of the recording camera. Mark doesn’t move. He had grown to hate the darkness. Mark felt a hand pass over his shoulder, onto his back then round to his chest. The same hand grabbed his face.

I'm surprised how similar we look. Maybe we aren’t as different as you like to think. Now. This is what is going to happen. You’re going to let me run free. For one day. Just today. Just Halloween. Thats all I ask, how mean could you be that you wouldnt grant me this one wish. Dark laughed Like you have any choice? Dark squeezes Marks face harder I promise. No one will get hurt. Cross my heart. 

The lights shone.'Like you have heart' Mark muttered to himself. He looked back at the camera which was still on. He leaned forward into it one last time. 'I want, no I NEED you to listen to me. He is going to come after you. He’s going to try and get to you. Don’t let him. Remember you are stronger than him. I believe in you. I believe in all of you. Protect yourself from the Darkness. We can survive another Halloween together. I know we can. You did it last year. We must fight him.’

The camera went off. But Mark has said all he needed. He uploaded the video. The fans saw it all. For the first time many of them saw Dark too. Just a dancing shadow in the dark. But it was him.

Another Halloween had arrived. Another Halloween to defend against him. They were ready. They would fight.