boo-scared

Billy: and now you’re the one who’s scared….because now you’re gonna starve.

me: *deep breath*

Pennywise: *starts crying*

me: WOW YOU BUNCH OF FUCKING SOULLESS BITCHES HOW DARE YOU ALL HE’S TRYNNA DO IS FEED HIMSELF I MEAN MY GOD HAVE SOME DAMN HUMANITY LIKE GOT DAMN OH BOO HOO HE SCARES HIS VICTIMS BEFORE HE EATS THEM LIKE YALL TRYNNA ACT LIKE YOU AINT NEVER PUT SOME SEASONING ON YOUR FOOD BEFORE SHEEEEIT ALSO HE ONLY DOES THIS EVERY 27 YEARS LIKE COME ON I MEAN HOW MANY PEOPLE DO VAMPIRES KILL HMNNN HUH YOU EVER THINK OF THAT HOLY FUCK JUST THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING BEFORE YOU DO IT I MEAN WHY DON’T YOU USE HIM TO YOUR ADVANTAGE AND HAVE HIM EAT UP ALL THE RACISTS AND REAGAN ERA REPUBLICANS N SHIT MY FUCKING GOD HE COULD BE SUCH A GOOD USE TO SOCIETY LIKE THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF EVOLUTION AND ALL YOU LITTLE BITCHES BE IGNORIN THE USE OF THAT THING BETWEEN YOUR EARS AND JUST WANNA KILL THE POOR HAPLESS CREATURE WHOS JUST FUCKIN HUNGRY.

Billy: ………..

Pennywise: ………Y-YEAH, WHAT THEY SAID.

Jerome Valeska- Trust Me

Request: If you want to, could you do #4 with Jerome?

Prompt: “Do you trust me?”

Author: Isa

*Trigger warning: extreme fluff, Jerome being cute…

Y/N’s POV

“Jerome…?” I say looking around and poking my head in each room. I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where are you…?” I whisper to myself. Out of nowhere, the psychotic ginger jumps out and scares me.

“BOO!” Jerome screams. “Aww, doll. Your face was priceless when I scared the crap out of you,” He says in between laughs. I stare at him coldly signaling that I was pissed off.

“Jerome, that wasn’t fucking funny!” I yell at him. “I was looking for you to do some things… Maybe not, anymore. Sorry. That’s what you get for being a jerk,” I say. I was impressed with myself. It was funny seeing his bright smile turn to a look of sheer terror.

“We were going to… have sex?” He says. I nod in response. “And I fucked it up so, now you’re punishing me?” I nod, again. “Y/N, I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE!”, He screams as he lowers himself to his knees. I had to admit, I loved seeing him like this.

I stood there giggling to myself. He started wrapping his arms around my waist whilst on his knees. “Please… forgive me… for I have sinned…” He jokes.

“Oh, shut up! Come here,” I say making him get up. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” I mumble before cupping his face and bringing it down for a kiss.

-

“Hey, Y/N,” Jerome says. We sat alone on the couch, bored.

“What, ginger?” I respond blandly.

“Wanna do trust falls?” He asks quite excitedly. A smirk appears on his face. I could tell he was up to no good.

“Fine. But, I swear, I will hurt you if you let me fall,” I say warning him.

We get into positions. Of, course I was the first to fall back.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes… And I’m only saying yes because… I love you…” I say back trying not to get too emotionally romantic during this fun game.

“Doll, you’re so cute…” He says. “I love you…”, He mumbles at such a low volume, I could barely hear it.

I look back and see a grin plastered on his face. Great. I lean back with my arms across my chest. Here goes. I fall back and, not, to my surprise, nothing catches me. I land right on my back. A loud smacking sounds on the floor.

The dumbass stands there pointing and laughing at me. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“I hate you,” I say with such disbelief.

“No, you love me. You just said it. Come on, doll. You love me,” He started off trying to contradict my statement and then his eyes fell to the floor. “And I…I love you…” is all he mutters before staring at me. I smile sweetly at him.

“Aren’t you so cute? Aww. Jerome’s getting romantic. HA!” I say trying to get a smile out of him.

“STOP! I MURDER PEOPLE. I AM NOT CUTE!” He screams.

“I love my little ginger murderer.”

Shakespeare Characters Saying 30 Rock quotes

Macbeth: Your boos are not scaring me. I know most of you are not ghosts.

 Friar Laurence: Science is my most favourite subject, especially the Old Testament.

 Lady Macbeth: There’s only three things standing between you and winning: your breasts, and wanting it bad enough.

 Ariel: I don’t think it’s fair for me to be on a jury because I’m a hologram.

 Mercutio: Tell her you want to donate her body to science and you’re science.

 Richard II: There is no problem in this world that can’t be solved by throwing money at it.

 Henry V: When you’re handsome nobody ever tells you the truth. For years I thought I spoke excellent French.

 Olivia: Listen up, fives. A ten is speaking.

 Timon: Goodbye forever, you factory reject dildos.

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about Zen and 707 playfully jumping out on MC (their girlfriend) in the dark, only to scare the living crap out of her and have her start crying, and be unable to stop even when she knows it’s just them. Like, how they’d react to that. Thank you very much!

Ahhh this is such a cute request, you got it, anon!

Zen:

  • It was almost time for bed and you were finishing up your nightly routine in the hallway bathroom while Zen had long finished his routine in the bedroom’s bathroom bc of course he needed to hog one bathroom all to himself 
  • When he assumed that you were almost done, a playful thought came to his mind,
  • “What if I hide behind the bedroom door and scare MC??”
  • That’s gr8 Zen, you go do that this won’t end badly at all
  • So he shut off all the lights in the house and waited behind the door
  • It took a few minutes, but he finally heard the door creak open and your confused voice echoing throughout the house
  • “Zen? Did you go to bed already? Helloooo?”
  • When there was no response, you just shrugged and made your way to the bedroom to join your boyfriend, “Hm, guess he’s already asleep.”
  • The footsteps became closer and closer and before you could step into the room, Zen leaped out, lightly grabbing your shoulders for further scare points
  • “BOO!”
  • He heard you yelp loudly but soon felt your shoulders slip away from his grasp, and soft gasping noises filling the air
  • Zen immediately flipped on the light switch only to find that you’ve fallen on your butt to the floor crying
  • Regret is the first emotion to fill his system
  • You feel yourself being enveloped in his arms and a constant flow of “I’m sorry’s” in your ear
  • Despite knowing that it was him and his attempts to soothe you, you just couldn’t stop crying for some reason
  • Eventually Zen picked you up and carried you over to the bed, climbing in as you cuddled up to his chest
  • He began to sing a gentle song and your sniffles soon transformed into the calm breathing of sleep
  • Zen let out a heavy sigh and kissed your forehead
  • You can bet that you were going to be treated like royalty tomorrow

707:

  • In hindsight, watching a horror movie at 3 am wasn’t a good idea because now you were terrified of anything and everything 
  • And being the oh so lovely boyfriend he is, Saeyoung was going to enjoy it as much as he could
  • He started by shutting down the lights in the house, and the only way to get them back on was on one of his laptops
  • Like you’d be able to guess which laptop and the frenzy of different passwords that’d be set for each individual one
  • You were mostly feeling your way around the house, Saeyoung thinking it’d be funny to let ominous creaks and noises omit through the house
  • He ran off laughing, the sound becoming creepy as it echoed in the hallways
  • You found your way to the bedroom and instantly made a dash towards the bed, where the blankets could be your safe haven
  • Flashbacks of the movie flowed through your head and you started tearing up a little
  • Saeyoung had found your covered body on the bed and he was ready as ever
  • “3…2…1…”
  • “I’VE FOUND YOU!” he screamed as he jumped on top of you
  • A high shriek escaped your mouth and you began to violently sob
  • Upon hearing your cries, Saeyoung immediately took action
  • He picked you up gently and held you tightly in his lap, whispering soothing words to calm you down
  • “MC, I’m so sorry…shh it’s me, everything’s okay now…”
  • He feels so bad that he already has the list of ways on how he’s going to make it up to you planned out
  • A few minutes passed and your sobs still haven’t died down
  • If words weren’t enough, then the phrase “Actions speak louder than words” couldn’t fit more
  • Saeyoung pecked every place he could reach from your neck to your forehead and kept at it until you began to giggle
  • He was so relieved to see that smile back on your face
  • When you yawned, he laid you down to rest because tomorrow you were going to be smothered in his love
  • It was going to be a peaceful sleep until hE BLEW A RASPBERRY INTO YOUR NECK GODDAMMIT SAEYOUNG–
Masterlist!

Hurrah! So I have a masterlist now, I finally figured it out so hope you enjoy reading my imagines! Love you all! <3

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You scared me boo! 

Night of the game 

Jealous of the Lee

Better then a birthday cake (Part 1)

Better then a birthday cake (Part 2)

Goddamn, you’re beautiful

You can protect me 

Chasing butterflies

Sickcon 101

Psycho Dan (Part 1)

Psycho Dan (Part 2)

Psycho Dan (Part 3)

Psycho Dan (Part 4)

His insecurities 

Like my parents

She’ll love you 

Glad we met (Part 1)

Your too cute!

Ya know? (Part 1)

Yoongi imagine; Super Psycho Love: Part One

Originally posted by jiminiemini

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, yandere?!Yoongi, toxic relationship, smutty~

When one night standing becames something more. When he calls you everyday. When you saw him staring at you everytime you went to the club. You thought he was behaving like a child and he would eventually let go, but it didn’t happen. Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance? Now you were involved with someone you shouldn’t. For some reason, you didn’t feel like complaining.


Disclaimer: Please, don’t continue if you are a sensitive person to certain topics. I don’t pretend to offend anyone. This is all fictional, and please, don’t let anyone do this to you. If you suspect, you can talk to anyone. Get help. If you want, you can anonymously send me an ask. I repeat, this is all fictional. Keep reading with caution.


Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” the teacher made a long pause, but didn’t stop staring at the book. “but sometimes, the hostage can actually develop true feelings, not only as an actual strategy.”

You were, as usual, paying attention to the class. It was a part of your lesson, and you were interested in the topic. Everything about this topics was awesome to you; how the brain worked, why some people developed these kind of feelings. What caused it? You questioned everything. You were so submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jiwoo staring at you. To be honest, you didn’t even notice when she sat next to you.
“Boo!” she scared you, and you jumped on your seat making her laugh her ass off. 
“Were you thinking about shit again?” 
You knew she was right, but you hit her arm playfully anyways. 
Jiwoo was your best friend since you arrived Korea. Since highschool, she introduced to you her group of friends, who warmly welcomed you. After some years you trusted in her more than anyone, and you told her everything that happened to you. Your dates, the boys you were with, who you wanted to fuck, who wanted to fuck you, everything, and so did her. She was like your sister and she never left you alone. 
“Are you going to the club tonight?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. When you opened your mouth to reply, she interrupted you; “of course you’re going. I’ll be there at 9.” and just like that, she left.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You always went to the club, every friday night. There was always someone you were interested in, and ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, you just followed the conversation with any person that seemed interested in you, and didn’t flirt back until they did first. It was something common for you. Making out with someone sometimes, dancing with someone you liked and then forgetting about it. You were a mature person, and it wasn’t a sin, right? After all, you didn’t play with the person’s feelings. Since the beggining you told them that it was only one night. You didn’t want feelings involved, you didn’t want anything serious, and everyone agreed, until last friday.

One week ago, you went to the club, as usual. Jiwoo drove you there, and when you entered, she started looking for her boyfriend; like usual. Everything was usual, it wasn’t strange, neither it was the first time. As usual, again, you sat on the couch of the dance club that was in the back, where people sat down to drink calmly, to smoke, to make out and get touchy or simply because, like you, didn’t feel like dancing. 
As soon as you entered the club, you saw your ex with his girl. He looked happy, and the girl was, of course, very pretty. He had his left arm wrapped on her waist and she was smiling, and your self steem dropped to the floor. 
You broke up with him because he made you feel unwanted. He didn’t compliment you, he was so submerged in his own work that he didn’t even see you. He didn’t have sex with you more than once; in your 6 month old relationship, and in all the years of friendship, he touched you only one time he got home drunk. You tried to understand him, until you discovered the reason behind his behavior wasn’t his work, but his sidechick. 
And there he was, happily hugging her. The asshole and the bitch together.
You stared at the couple with wide eyes, tears aiming to spill out, but you watched at Jiwoo happilly. If she noticed how you were feeling, she would have to stay with you and you didn’t want that. She always put you before her boyfriend first, but it wasn’t a big deal. You broke up with him a long time ago, and she didn’t see her boy very often so you just let go.
Sitting there, staring at everyone, arms crossed and a frown, you were trying not to cry or burn his house down. She was pretty, tall, and you were you. You didn’t feel like being with anyone today, not after what you saw.

Yoongi stared at you from the distance. He fell in love at first sight with you, you were gorgeous in his eyes. You always ended up with someone else, and it made his blood boil. He felt angry and he had to leave immediately before punching the guy in the face and scaring the hell out of you, discarding any chance he had with you.
When he saw you sitting there, with a sad face, he had to approach you. Whatever had happened to you, whoever tried to touch you, he had to take action on the matter. He was nervous, though; he loved you from the first time he saw you and he didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want to be so crazy for someone that despises him.
He sat next to you, without making any noise. He stared at you from that distance and he felt his heat rising up. Your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, you fashion choices. Everything was perfect about you, but what wasn’t, was that you didn’t notice him. You were thinking so deeply that he had to sigh once, twice very loudly for you to see that he was sitting right next to you.
He stared at the crowd, and you stared at him. You didn’t want to be with anyone, didn’t your face tell him so? You were about to tell him that you weren’t on the mood to fuck or kiss him or whatever he wanted to, until he opened his mouth.
“So you hate clubs too, huh?”
He knew you didn’t. He knew you loved coming here, he heard your contagious laugh and saw your smile everytime you stepped into the dance floor, excepting this one time of course. But what could he say? He didn’t want to look like a weirdo, that he knew he kinda was, and he had to disimulate.
You sighed in relief. Apparently, he wasn’t direct nor he wanted to flirt right away. The anger disappeared a little bit. 
Actually, I don’t. I just saw something horrible, and I’m here because I don’t feel like dancing or drinking…” you were honest. Why would you lie? He was a random stranger, yes, but you were used to make friends or talk with people about some kind of things. You were kind of an open person, and the fact that you saw your ex with the bitch he cheated on you with wasn’t a big deal neither.
Yoongi felt his heartbeats rising, he heard your beautiful voice for the first time. But paying attention to your words, he actually got worried. There was something that was bothering you after all, someone did something to you or you felt bad because or something, so he just asked right away, shamelessly.
“Really? What is it?
You stared at him and laughed nervously, and then stared back at the crowd.
“Ah, it’s not a big deal. I saw my ex with the girl he cheated on me with.“ you made a pause. “She is pretty, so I kinda understand why he did it...” you made another long pause. Yoongi wanted to interrupt you, hold your hands and tell you that you didn’t have to think that way, and at the same time he wanted to kick that guy’s balls for not appreciating someone as gorgeus and so full of life like you; but he saw you were about to talk a little bit more, so he restrained.
My self steem kinda died a bit,” you laughed awkwardly, hidding that it hurt you. “so I just came here.” 
Yoongi wanted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, you interrupted him again. 
What about you? Do you really not like clubs? Or are you as miserable as me?” and once again, you laughed sadly. He loved and hated that laugh so much. He loved how it sounded, but hated the fact that it hid so much pain.
Actually, I like clubs.” he lied. “But this time I just didn’t feel like drinking or dancing or anything, and my friends left me all by myself.” he lied again. He went the the club all by himself. His friends were calm and didn’t go out; he went there because, even though he hated clubs, he went once just to try and he saw you. He didn’t drink that much, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt or fuck around. He just entered there and observed you like a creep, hoping one day he could talk to you.
“Ah, I see. So you’re not as miserable as me.” You said and smiled at him. You were happy to see that he didn’t seem like another fuckboy. He was really attractive, his voice was lazily beautiful, his hair was mint green and he looked like those boys from novels who are bad on the outside but are actually very soft on the inside; those boys on the books who were cold but loving. He was so surreal, you had to blink a million times to make sure your mind wasn’t playing a trick on you and made up a fake boy because of your low self-steem.
Don’t worry, you’re not miserable.” he added before you could continue hurting him without knowing. “It’s normal, it had happened to me,” he lied. His ex never cheated on him, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in six years. “but you have to forget about it. You seem very nice, so you shouldn’t worry. She is going to cheat on him anyways.” 
You laughed and Yoongi felt like his world was illuminated once again. He was nervous, mostly because he had to look for the right words to not scare you. If he flirted with you, or complimented your appearance, you would take it and flirt back, and then you’d hook up, and then you would forget about him like you did with every guy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to know you, to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wanted you to himself, and the only way was acting like a friend, not like a fuckboy or a flirty random stranger who wanted to bang.
But when you stared at him once again with flirty eyes, he dropped everything. He stared back at you, right into your eyes; he couldn’t resist. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn’t have to. He knew the plan was failing, but when it was about you, you drove him insane; and it happened.
After two hours of conversating, of drinking one beer between the two, the atmosphere changed completely. He was a nice guy, interesting. He told you about him; Min Yoongi. a 24 years old who liked to compose and was born in Daegu. He moved to Seoul to follow his dreams six years ago. 
Slowly, you became much more touchy. When you laughed, you placed your hand on his thigh, and he didn’t stop you. Slowly you forgot about your ex and just invited him to the dance floor, and he agreed. He didn’t like dancing, but how could he reject you? Even if you hit him, kicked him, stab him, he would still be crazy for you.
What started like an innocent dance became so much more. Yoongi forgot about the plan completely, his hands now running through your body, cupping your cheeks, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. When realization hit him, he couldn’t stop. Not when you were already in his apartment, moaning his name, not when he was enjoying so much being inside you, touching your body, kissing your lips, hearing that the sounds that your mouth were making were because of him, because of what he was doing. Not when you were his already; at least for one night.
He slowly took off your clothes, he was the most gentle person you’ve met. Since your ex broke up with you, you didn’t sleep with anyone. You only kissed one boy per night, sometimes they got touchy, but this guy was so smooth. He didn’t have to compliment you or your appearance until things got heated up, and still, he had you on his feet. 
His dirty talk was the best. You couldn’t resist it. He was the best experience you’ve had and he was so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. He touched you and made love to you like if he was afraid of hurting you, breaking you. Like if you were precious to him. How his fingers grazed gently your skin, your lips, how good he kissed you.
Everything was magical. You had one, two, three orgasms in one night, and you saw he enjoyed it a lot too. You cuddled, his arms hugged you tightly and he hid his face on your neck. 
But when he woke up, you were gone.
Oh god, he wanted to hit himself. He wanted to turn back time and at least ask for your address, now he had to wait until next friday. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if it really was just one night and now you forgot about him? He tried to resist, but since he had your number, he couldn’t avoid the temptation. It was wrong, you were going to hate him, but he couldn’t be rational anymore.

When he called the first time, you both talked for half an hour. When he called the second time, he asked how you were doing. When he called for the third time, you started to get scared. He didn’t get the message? You enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to develop feelings for someone that probably slept around with everyone. Yoongi wasn’t like that; but you didn’t know. You started suspecting that he didn’t call to fuck again, but simply to talk to you. It hurt you, rejecting him like that, because he was interesting. But you knew about that; you fucked him two hours after you met him, he probably did that with every girl. You didn’t want to remind yourself about the past. You wanted a normal relationship, where your partner doesn’t cheat on you. After all, you saw him every friday. You didn’t pay attention to him, but what was he doing there if he wasn’t fucking around? Of course he was. He was a man. He slept with you, he could sleep with anyone else. He probably was just a flirt.
Oh, but were you wrong.

You started declining every call, not daring to block his number. It drove Yoongi crazy, he missed you so much, and he fucked up. Now he was regretting his life choices. If he didn’t call you more than four times, maybe he still would have a chance: but he didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your voice. He went to the club every night, hoping to see you there, to talk to you, even if he knew you had to attend college. He knew. But he didn’t care. 
He started to get obsessive over it. You were clouding his mind day and night, and all he thought about was you. He didn’t recognize that feeling; he wasn’t like that with anyone, specially girls. Not since it broke his heart leaving his ex girlfriend behind to chase his dream; and ironically, the work he was doing, his “dream” was interrupted by the thought of you. 

That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you weren’t sure of it, what it you saw him there? After he did love to you, after you enjoyed it so much, after all his calls, you couldn’t just stare at him like if nothing happened. But you couldn’t tell Jiwoo, she was such a mom. Her boyfriend wouldn’t want to switch clubs, after all, he worked there. Your friends were there too, they would have to switch just because you were scared of a fuckfriend you had for once? It was ridiculous. After being scared for a whole afternoon, you decided to get ready and go there anyways. If you saw him, you were to flirt with some random boy for some minutes until he got the message and drop it.
But, once again, you were wrong.





Haunters: The Art of the Scare takes viewers behind-the-screams of some of the most popular haunted houses. It will have its world premiere at Fantastic Fest later this month before hitting Blu-ray and digital on October 3.

Directed by Jon Schnitzer, the documentary features interviews with producer Jason Blum (Get Out, Insidious), filmmakers Sylvia and Jen Soska (American Mary), actress Jessica Cameron (Truth or Dare), Universal Hollywood Halloween Horror Nights creative director John Murdy, and the creators of the most popular and controversial haunts in the world.

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