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Day 17: Possession

Fic #17 for the FYRTFF October Scarefest Challenge.

~1000 words. RPF Genfic.
Read on AO3.


Gavin had fainted at lunch time. He’d folded down on himself, so the impact with the floor wasn’t so bad, still, the guys had rolled him onto his side and called emergency straight away. Before the call connected, Gavin stirred, rubbing his eyes and face as he awoke.

“Careful Gav, take it slow, you fainted,” Michael explained.

Gavin looked confused, “That’s weird, I feel fine. I actually feel really good.”

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🎃  Halloween Drabble Game 🎃

26. He pulled the knife from his chest and smiled “Was that supposed to hurt?”
27. “Don’t bleed on my floor!”
28. “I can see it in your eyes. The panic. What’s gotten you so scared?”

Fear was thrumming like lightning through your veins at the large predator towering over you. Your hands clutched the cold tiles, twitching as you attempted to crawl away from him. The wicked smile plastered on his face painted goosebumps on your skin and shivers down your spine. Your breathing was quick and erratic, much like the heart spluttering in your chest. Eyes widening, a hot rush of anxiety flooded your weak body as he yanked the knife out of his chest, Cheshire smile widening further. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

A sob wracked your chest, tumbling from chapped lips as you twisted and continued dragging yourself away from him in vain. Blood was seeping out from the gash in your calf, soaking your jeans and smearing red on the linoleum. His sinister laugh reverberated in the ghastly silent home, the only sound other than your feeble cries of pain and exertion. Tears streaked your pallid cheeks, another wail of terror mixed with agony ripping from your lungs when his knife tore into your leg once more.

Aish! Don’t bleed on my floor! Do you know how long it’s going to take me to mop this up?”

You screamed as he yanked your body back to him, his large vice grip stinging on your ankles. Forcefully he shoved you over, flipping your body to take a long look at your face. There was delight dancing in his eyes at the expression you donned, finding pure bliss in the horror he brought you.

“I can see it in your eyes. The panic. Oh, I love it so much. What’s gotten you so scared?”

“Please,” you begged, finding yourself with no other options, knowing you couldn’t escape him anymore. Your voice wavered as you gasped, “I don’t want to die.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll see you in Hell.”

His weapon glinted in the kitchen light as he reeled it up above his head, holding it there to take a breath before he delivered his final blow. He was savoring this moment, your last.

And then he laughed. He laughed the kind of guttural, genuine laugh that had him doubling over, falling onto the tiles beside you as he clutched his stomach.

You sat up, a bright smile parting your lips as applause erupted around you.

“That was so good! I didn’t know you were such a good actor!” Namjoon was visibly impressed, nearly falling off the couch from how on the edge he was at the Halloween skit you and Taehyung had put on.

Bowing your head a little in gratitude, you wiped away some of the fake blood from your cheeks. All of the boys were beaming at the pair of you with surprised smiles and raised eyebrows.

Yah, I really thought he was gonna kill her!” Hoseok shrieked, pushing Jimin’s shoulder a little while they giggled.

“My acting days may not be over just yet,” Taehyung smirked, squaring his shoulders triumphantly and shooting you a wink.

Thank you for sending this in, I had a lot of fun with it! Let’s get spooky

~ admin tris

I’m really disappointed in myself. I have been staying on top of exercise and cooking at home/eating healthy but I feel like all my other stuff is falling apart.

I keep going to bed way too late at like 11:30 pm.

I haven’t steam mopped the floors in my room in a month or more and there’s cat paw prints all over the hardwood floor.

I get all my work done but I’ve been going to work at odd hours, I was two hours and fifteen minutes later than my official start time today and an hour later than my usual, actual start time. (Cool boss works in a different building than me so there’s no one to notice whether I come in at my designated 7 AM start or not - I usually get in at 8:20.)

My Tumblr queue ran out and I haven’t filled it back up.

I haven’t been on a date or chatted with anyone new on tinder in a month.

I really got to get my shit together starting with going to bed at 10:30 pm but it’s so hard. I feel so burned out between work exercise and trying to maintain a social life there’s like nothing left for other stuff.

evidence that I actually live in a video game

  • I always wear the same clothing
  • idle animation
  • awkward dialog
  • sometimes I get stuck on doors and have to back up and try again
  • yesterday I tried to stand up and my entire body stopped working and I ended up in a T-pose on the floor
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After spending the night patching up her crime fighting boyfriend, Y/n Stark has to explain to her father why she has a boy’s t-shirt on her floor. Tony Stark isn’t an easy one to pass something over and with minimal digging, he gets his answers.

- Daizy xx

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why is felix listed in the enemies of the inquisition section of the world of thedas: volume 2??? felix puts the inquisitor in touch with dorian, tells the inquisitor about the venatori and what they're planning, openly turns against his father and tries to get him to give up his plans and go home, accepts his own death and refuses to focus on it choosing instead to comfort his father, races back to tevinter to talk up and promote the inquisition and is overall a really awesome, compassionate, thoughtful character who wants to change things for the better as much as dorian? enemy of the inquisition? really bioware w t f?
Imagine: Dean Rescuing You From a Spider

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warning: big ass spider in your bed (creepy, I know), spider bites

A/N: you’ll never guess what happened to me… anyway, cute little drabble/imagine for you guys. Hope you like it. 

Credit to @deanssweetheart23 who beta’d this and everything else I do… thanks twin <3

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anonymous asked:

prompt: isak comforting and taking care of even during one of his depressive episodes in their new apartment xxx

Anonymous said: Skam prompt: Isak looking after Even during an episode, maybe?


It never feels like Isak’s looking after Even when he’s like this.

Not really, anyway. It feels more like…helping him out. 

Even can’t bring himself to make breakfast? Okay, Isak can cook some eggs for the two of them, even if he can’t make them as well as Even does. Even feels overwhelmed at the idea that it’s his turn to wash the dishes? Well, there’s probably some dishes still left over from Isak’s turn, anyway. Even can’t handle going to school? Isak can let the school know and pop over to his teachers to collect any work Even’s missed. He genuinely, really, absolutely, doesn’t mind. He knows that as soon as Even feels better, he’ll pick things back up. Until then, Isak is there to help him out. Which is okay. Things are okay. Things will be okay. 

One day, Isak finds himself walking home from school and, despite himself, he can’t help walk that bit quicker knowing Even is home, alone, feeling low and a little hopeless.

He steps inside and heat hits him like a punch to the face. Because Jesus, their flat feels like a fucking sauna. They’re entering the summer months anyway, and they have so many large windows that it kind of turns their place into a greenhouse when the sun’s out. But it’s more than that. Isak’s fingers trail over the radiator and find it almost boiling to the touch. He frowns, switches the heating off, and walks into his and Even’s bedroom.
Even is curled up in bed, duvet splayed on the floor, t-shirt and hair damp with sweat. Isak swallows hard, because it just isn’t a nice sight. Even just looks so small like this. 

At some point, Isak’s legs remember how to work. He opens their window as wide as it will go before climbing in bed, next to Even, pressing a kiss on his cheek to wake him up.

“Are you trying to cook yourself alive, or?” Isak murmurs, laughing a little nervously, trying not to make his worry abundantly clear. 

It takes Even a little while to respond, but eventually, he opens his eyes. Looks at Isak before his eyes dart away quickly as he rolls onto his back to stare at the ceiling. 

“I tried turning it down, but…” His voice is small, raspy, and his eyes are teary and tired and God, Isak just wants to make it all go away for him. “I couldn’t figure it out, so.”

“I’ve fixed it,” Isak murmurs gently, threading a hand through Even’s hair. It’s a bit gross; greasy and sweaty, and if Isak’s honest, Even hasn’t showered in days and the whole room stinks because of it. It’s alright, though. Isak doesn’t mind that much.

“I just.” Even swallows hard, tired eyes fluttering shut, looking on the verge of tears. And Even’s cried over less when he’s been like this; out of frustration and exhaustion and, well, depression. Isak learnt a long time ago that comforting words can’t always do a huge amount when Even’s like this. That the best thing he can do sometimes is simply sit there and be with him.

“Hey,” Isak murmurs, turning Even’s face to look at him, making their eyes meet. Even’s eyes are a little dulled, a little less light, a little less starry. They’re heavy, exhaustion radiating from them, but they’re still Even’s eyes. Wonderful and perfect and Isak loves them just the same. “Minute by minute, yeah?”

Even swallows again. “Yeah,” he says quietly, and Isak smiles a little, brushing his thumb over Even’s cheek, then his mouth. He closes the distance between them and kisses him, soft and undemanding and reassuring. Just letting him know he’s there. Even’s mouth tastes a little bitter, teeth unbrushed and lips dry and chapped, but Isak wouldn’t want any other lips but these. Even’s. Even, who is the brightest and kindest and most beautiful person Isak knows, even when he’s low like this. 

“How about a shower?” Isak suggests tentatively. 

After half a minute of silence, Even nods, pulling himself out of bed with heavy limbs and tired eyes. It’s progress, though. Good progress. 

Isak fixes the shower so it’s the colder side of warm - they’re both boiling from the heat of the flat - and when Even gets undressed, Isak picks his clothes up. Says, “I’ll join you in a minute, I just need to put the washing on.”

Isak collects the rest of the dirty clothes from their bedroom which - okay, their bedroom is a tip, but Isak’s never been particularly tidy and maybe it does go to shit a tiny bit when Even isn’t there to remind him to pick his clothes up. But whatever.

He strips the bed linen, too, down to the pillow cases, and crams everything into the washing machine before returning to the bathroom. Even is under the shower, rubbing the shower gel over his body kind of numbly and methodically. Isak undresses himself, steps in the shower with Even, and smiles up at him. Kisses him once, softly and gently. Another day, another mood, kisses in the shower can be messy and hungry and desperate. But not in times like this. Times like this, the kiss is nothing but a reassuring hello, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Noses brushing against one another, foreheads together, deep breaths and closed eyes. Standing under the jets of water and melting into one being. And Isak just can’t help thinking that if something as simple as love could make Even happy, then he’d be the happiest boy in the world. 

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Pennywise Doing Your Makeup (Headcanon)


Request by Anon: Could you possibly do Headcanons of Penny doing the reader’s makeup?


  • He always watches you curiously when you’re putting makeup on
  • “Why do you do this everyday? .. Is it your disguise?”
  • He gets up real close to you in the mirror, watching your every move
  • He analyzes all the makeup you have laid out
  • He often pokes and prods at the makeup, very interested in everything
  • “Can I try?”
  • When you finally let him do your makeup, he has the biggest grin on his face
  • Happy laughter
  • He picks you up and set you on the table in front of him
  • Your makeup gets scattered everywhere
  • You have to tell him what each thing is for, but he’s decided he’s going to do what he wants either way
  • “Primer? What’s that?” *chucks it to the floor* “Don’t need that.”
  • He does a lot of drawing on you with eyeliner
  • He tries to read out the names of every makeup product that he picks up
  • “Kat.. Von.. D..”
  • “A feline has makeup?
  • “Too.. faced..”
  • “Will this give you another face?”
  • He becomes very infatuated with all the different colored lipsticks in your collection
  • Drool
  • Drooling right in your eyeshadow palette
  • You have to take them from him because he began painting his own skin with them
  • You love him, but it’s too expensive to let him draw on himself
  • Pouts when you take something from him
  • The growls he gives you when you begin to get impatient with him
  • “Patience, little human.”
  • He sticks his nose into the setting powder.. And sneezes
  • He finds it hilarious when the room gets covered in the white powder
  • He rubs eyeshadow over his own eyes
  • “What does this do?”
  • He doesn’t understand the point of having so many makeup brushes
  • He tries chewing on things
  • He growls when you won’t let him chew on said things
  • More pouting
  • A lot of eyeshadow, lip stick and different colors end up smeared on his own face and suit
  • He’s an adorable mess
  • By the time he’s done, he’s basically given his own version of his face paint on you with black eyeliner and red lipstick
  • He gives you a big, toothy grin when he sees the finished product
  • “You look ravishing.”
  • He gives you a big, sloppy kiss, smearing the makeup between both of your faces
30 Things I’ve Learned in High School

In a month or so, school will be coming back (depending where you live). I’m only a Sophmore, but I’ve already learned so much in one year. If you’re going to be starting as a Freshmen this year, or just need some advice, here’s a list of 30 things I’ve learned in one year of High School. 


1. Having school spirit is way more fun. Don’t worry about looking over the top because everyone else is being over the top too.

2. You’ll start to learn who your true friends are. Cherish them. 

3. The only person who cares what you look like is you. Wanna wear your pyjamas to school? Go for it. You wanna spend an hour doing your makeup and wear a dress? Sounds great. Do what makes you comfortable. 

4. Take photos. You don’t have to post them on Instagram or whatever, just keep them for yourself. You’ll want to remember that good day with your friends when you’re having a bad day.

5. Always try to be friendly. Even a fake smile and a “Good morning,” is better than a silent frown. 

6. One bad grade isn’t the end of the world, so don’t try to get hung up on it. Use it as motivation to do better next time.

7. Stay on good terms with all your teachers. Even if you don’t like a certain teacher, remember that they’re people too. It will be helpful when your grade is a 89.8 and you ask them to round it to a 90 (I know from experience).

8. Keep every worksheet, assignment, and review. It’s nice to have when its finals and you’ve completely forgotten how to do this thing you learned in the first unit. It can also be helpful if you have lower classmen friends and/or siblings. You can show it to them and help them out. 

9. In regards to friends, its quality over quantity. Don’t strive to be popular and make friends with every person in your grade. You only need two or three really good friends to be happy. 

10. That being said, don’t be afraid to cut ties with bad/toxic friends. You may have been close in middle school and found out in high school you don’t really like each other. That’s okay! Just be respectful about it.

11. If you need to distance yourself from friends during class to stay focused, then do it. If they all want to sit in the back and you’d prefer the front, then sit in the front. You can be with them outside of class later.

12. It’s high school; there will be people who drink/party. You don’t have to. If someone offers, just say no. They won’t be offended (more drinks for them anyways).

13. Know when to shut up and when to speak up. Don’t let people talk over you, and don’t talk over other people. 

14. Find a ‘go to’ classroom. The people in my biology class would go to the Bio room during lunches to study and eat, or to get away from the cafeteria. If you need some space, this is where you can go. Just be sure to ask the teacher before you just start eating your lunch in their room. 

15. Always. Do. The. Reading. I cannot stress this enough. If you’ve been able to fake it in the past, great, but you won’t be able to anymore. The teachers will be able to separate the people who’ve done the woke, and who’ve copied it from Sparknotes. Plus, it’s so much easier to talk about a book you’ve actually read. 

16. Have a friend/buddy in every class. This is helpful for homework or class work; you can text/email each other if one of you is having trouble or missed a day. And at some point, you will probably have a partner project.

17. You’re going to need public speaking at some point. If you’re shy or have anxiety (like moi) then it might feel like the worst five minutes of your life. But there’s 1,440 minutes in a day. This will only take five. Take a deep breath and remember that most likely nobody cares what you’re saying. 

18. There’s no point in stressing about what you can’t change. Yes, I know this can be hard to remember but just try to keep it in mind. 

19. Be organized!! It’s so much better to be organized and come to class prepared than to have to ask the kid next to you, “Can I borrow a pen?” or “Wait, what was the teacher saying? What are we doing?”

20. Get ready the night before. Plan the next day, pick an outfit, pack your lunch, check off your to-do list, whatever it is you have to do. 

21. Early mornings = productive days. Try not to sleep in too late even on the weekends. Get up, eat breakfast, workout, do your homework, go outside, whatever you have to do to be somewhat productive. 

22. Develop good habits early on. Do your homework, write in your planner, etc. It’s easier to start now than the week before finals. 

23. Learn to destress. Light a candle, brush your hair, paint your nails, go on a walk, clean your room, it doesn’t matter. A little self care can go a long way. 

24. Enjoy learning! You’re fortunate to be able to get an education, so try to enjoy it. It can be hard but just try to develop some sort of interest in what you’re studying. 

25. Ask things! Ask your teacher, ask your friends, ask Google, ask somebody if you’re confused. You’ll remember the information so much better if you’re participating in class and making an effort to clarify when you’re confused.

26. Get. Some. Freaking. Sleep. If its midnight and you have a huge test tomorrow just take a deep breath, go to bed, and wake up a little earlier the next day to review. Your body needs sleep to function, so give it what it needs.

27. Do your homework. Similar to point 22; as soon as you get your homework, get it done or at least start. 

28. Motivation < Self Discipline. There are so many post on this website about getting motivated, but motivation is temporary. Self discipline lasts. Heres a link to a post on self discipline vs. motivation (also here)

29. Spend time every week to clean. It’s easier to hang up three t-shirts on your floor than to have to fold every piece of clothing you own because your entire closet is on your floor from the weeks of not doing anything. 

30. Have an end goal. It will give you something to work towards, and keep you motivated throughout the week, the month, the year, etc. 

Tumbleweed, Her (M) #1 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by daenana

[A/N] This kind of writing falls under the ‘Noir’ category. It involves crime and is rated M for mature contents. One part, every week. OK? OK.

The Lieutenant: Bang Yongguk.

The smell of cigarettes from his superior is blocking his mind. He tried to shake his discomforts, a few times, but he had to settle for a walk for a minute. He never bothered to take his phone to the toilet but this time, he did. He picked the cubicle farthest from the entrance and placed the seat cover down. He slip his phone out of his back pocket and he sighed, before anything else. He sighed, tiredly. As if he’ll be expecting some unwanted texts. And like he predicted, he did.

“Yongguk.”
“Please, answer my call.”
“I need you.”
“Call me.”
“I won’t be asking you for help. Not anymore.”
“This will be the last time.”

He locked the screen and hovered his eyes away from it, while tilting his head back. “You have seven missed calls, since Monday.” The last text arrived. He had been out of town, but isn’t very far from where he lives. This was the kind of text messages he refused to reply to. He cares about you too much, and for that same reason he had been avoiding you. So that you’ll grow out of it.

[Several months ago]

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my everything l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

a/n: kinda short but I really needed to post something. I’ll hopefully by able to finish the first part of a Hogwarts!Shawn series soon <3. Hope you enjoy it.

OH AND THIS IS FOR THE ANON WHO REQUESTED AN IMAGINE FEATURING TOM HOLLAND! It’s not much but I hope you like it <3

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) get in a fight hours before she’s badly injured shooting her new movie. (I shamelessly included Tom Holland on this, im sorry lol)

Originally posted by illuminateshawn

Everybody knew you and Shawn were together.

It had taken one sneaky paparazzi to capture you holding hands while you were hanging out four months into the relationship.

Both your agent and publicist, more strictly than Shawn’s, had warned you that being seen with him was going to be bad for you, more importantly, your career, since his large fanbase was mostly teenage girls who didn’t care to think twice before going on Twitter and start speeding rumors about yourself, jeopardizing your career.

So it was safe to say your entire team was pretty bummed when the news got out; telling you off because you weren’t able to keep it a secret for at least a bit more time. Even Marvel, who you were shooting for at the time, were mad because they didn’t want one of their new recruits to have a damaged reputation.

All of this had happened almost a week ago; exactly on the same day you were visiting Shawn on the last show of the North American leg of the tour, and the two days you were supposed to spend together to relax before he had to fly to LA for the VMAs and you back to Atlanta to keep filming.

Long story short; the Boston show was a nightmare.

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