more haunted houses


- Michael moves with his mom into a haunted house
- the house just so happens to be haunted by an anxious ghost named Jeremy
- Jeremy makes a really bad time of trying to haunt Michaels house
- he tries knocking stuff over but Michael always catches it
- eventually Jeremy stops trying to write blood on the walls and makes an everyday tradition of getting his ass kicked at Apocalypse of the damned and floating crystal pepsis to Michael from his mini fridge


This time i draw the young ver…..yup…ahahaha! ;D i love that i draw mccree again omg 

(sorry to make you guys laugh…???) XDD and yeh~ Mercy,Fareeha,Jesse,and Jack…i dunno why, it just fits XD i gues more haunted house meme soon again? ;D

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm so glad our laptop is fixed! I'm not sure if I put a request in but Id love if you could do a bughead fanfic where Betty and Jughead go to an old fashioned carnival. Lots of fluff Jughead tries to win Betty a prize but Betty ends up winning one for him! Maybe at night, Jughead eats all his favourite foods

I love this prompt! Here you go

Cotton Candy Heart

Jughead rapped his fist on Betty’s window before pushing it open and stepping inside, a wide smile across his face.

“Did you hear the good news?” He asked as he padded over to Betty’s bed.

She dog-eared the page of the book she was reading and smiled as she looked up at her excited boyfriend. “Um… Friends marathon on TV tonight?”

“Nope, better.” He smiled again and stuck his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows at Betty. “The carnival is in town!”

“Oh,” Betty faltered, looking down at her bed.

“What? Don’t you like the carnival?” Jughead said, sitting down next to Betty on the bed, scooping her hand into his.

“I’ve just never been,” Betty blushed.

“What?” Jughead smiled, standing up again. “Carnivals are my favorite.”

“Jughead Jones likes carnivals? You know carnivals are filled with cotton candy and people enjoying themselves, right?” Betty teased.

“How would you know? You’ve never been.” He teased right back, smiling. “I used to take Jellybean all the time, so yes, I like carnivals.” Jughead stared at Betty expectantly. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

They paid for a ream of tickets, loud pop music blaring around them.

“What do you want to go on first?” Jughead asked Betty, intertwining his fingers through hers.

“What’s the best ride?” Betty asked, looking at the twinkling lights on top of the machines, the game handlers yelling at them to play a round.

They continued walking, eyeing the looping rides, people eating hot dogs and french friends and funnel cakes, children running around screaming happily.

“My favorites are the Tilt-A-Whirl and the Ferris Wheel. There’s one thing I won’t get on -” Jughead said, pointing in the direction of a giant boat-contraption flipping around in the air. “That’s the Pharaoh’s Fury and it’s a flying death trap.”

Betty laughed, nodding. “Deal. No flying death trap for me, either. Why don’t we go on the Tilt-A-Whirl?” Betty said excitedly, pulling Jughead’s hand in the right direction.

They stood in line for a moment before being seated, Betty grabbing onto Jughead’s arm in anticipation as the worker pulled the belt tight over their hips.

“Read-” Jughead started. He was cut off by the Tilt-A-Whirl starting, centrifugal force pinning them to the back of their seats.

Betty reached for Jughead’s hand as the ride started to spin in the opposite direction. She squealed excitedly, a smile spread over her face.

The ride continued to spin for several minutes before coming to a stop, the disks underneath them rocking gently.

“What did  you think?” Jughead asked as the worker came to unbuckle them.

“That was amazing!” Betty gushed. “Let’s do it again!”

Jughead chuckled as he stepped down the short path leading them back to the rides. “I was thinking maybe the Haunted House next?”

They made their way through the crowd, patrons passing them one either side.

“Oh God,” Betty muttered, gripping Jughead’s hand a little tighter as they eyed the attractions.

“What? You love horror movies.” Jughead smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out more tickets. “Are you okay with this ride?” He asked as they stopped in front of the Haunted House.

Betty nodded. Jughead gave the tickets to the person working the station as they climbed into the train.

“Why do we have to sit in the front though?” Betty hissed in Jughead’s ear.

He laughed and squeezed her hand. “I’ve got you.” He reassured her.

The train pulled them into a dark tunnel, doors closing behind them. A caged witch started cackling beside Jughead, lights flashing up ahead.

“Oh God,” Betty murmured, clutching Jughead tighter.

The train pulled them further, fake screams coming from hidden speakers.

A fake clown popped out of a compartment, making Betty scream and move closer to Jughead.

He laughed next to her, rubbing her back for comfort. “Bets, there are seven-year-olds on this ride.” He whispered.

More screams and cackles came out of the speakers as they twisted around the dark tracks, a zombie popping out at them at the next turn.

Betty shrunk down in the seat as far as she could, audibly sighing as the double doors opened and the train they were in pulled towards the end.

“So no more Haunted Houses for Betty. Got it.” Jughead teased as he climbed out of the train.

“Definitely not. Movies can’t leap out at you.” Betty took Jughead’s outstretched hand and climbed out of the train.

“Duly noted. What next?” He wrapped his arm around Betty’s shoulders, surveying the rides and attractions around them.

“How about the Ferris Wheel? It could calm my nerves.” She laughed.

They strolled hand-in-hand through the paths of people until they reached the Ferris Wheel at the opposite end of the event.

“Please tell me you’ve been on a Ferris Wheel before?” Jughead asked as he rubbed his thumb along Betty’s hand.

“Nope, never. You know my Mom.” Betty started as they shuffled closer to the start of the line. “She was worried about everything all the time and I was barely allowed out past dark to ride bikes with Archie.”

Jughead passed the worker four tickets, stepping up the ramp to the seats.

“Keep your arms inside the fixture at all times. No throwing.” The worker said monotonously as he pulled the belt tight over the two of them.

The Wheel started to move, slowly turning until they were at the top.

“Wow,” Betty breathed, taking in the sights. She could see the whole town.

“Enjoying your first carnival?” Jughead asked, rubbing his hand over Betty’s knee.

Betty turned to face her boyfriend, beaming as she did so. “It’s amazing. I don’t ever want to get off this ride.” She said as the wheel starting turning.

“We can ride it again. We still have to get pretzels and cotton candy and-”

Betty enveloped Jughead’s lips with her own, smiling into the kiss. “Thank you,” She murmured gently as she broke the kiss. “Today has been amazing.” She said excitedly. “How often do these things come to town?”

“Usually three to four times a year. I’ll take you to every single one.” He smiled, placing a kiss on her temple.

“You do know cotton candy is the way to my heart, right?” Betty giggled as the Wheel came to a stop.

“Why do you think we’re at the carnival?” Jughead joked, squeezing her hand.

Betty laughed and leaned into his side. “I’m just kidding, Jug. You already have my heart.”

A/N: (I just realized I didn’t include Jughead or Betty winning things for one another, I’m so sorry! I hope you enjoyed it.)

House of Natemare

This wasn’t requested but I got inspiration from the Game Grumps game-play of PT. (I love them so much)
So I thought I’d write something for little Natemare taking you through a carnival haunted house

Originally posted by crystalfier

You gazed up at the attraction with a look of dread. 
“Mare, I’d feel happier if we didn’t go in there,” You said, taking a step back. For a moment, you were left in silence. But when you went to turn and walk off, Natemare appeared behind you, his hands holding your shoulders and massaging your back. 
“Don’t worry,” He said with a smile. “I’ll be with you the whole way through.” 
You scoffed, trying to cover your shaking breath as he pushed you towards the ticket guy. 
“With your record of pranks and scares, that doesn’t comfort me.” 
Natemare chuckled, sliding a hand down your arm to intertwine your fingers with his. 
As he paid for the ticket, the man handed Natemare a flashlight (torch) and grinned evilly at you. 
“Have fun you two,” He said darkly. 
Natemare chuckled as he led you through the front door. “See, that guy’s nice.” 
“He had yellow teeth,” You hissed. Your grip tightened as Natemare entered the house. Flicking on the light and bathing the first hallway in white light. 
It was mostly empty, a part from a few framed pictures and a statue of a bearded man at the end of the hallway. 
Natemare had to tug you into motion as he started down the corridor. 
“Come on, (Y/N),” He cooed softly. “It’s just an attraction.” 
“That doesn’t stop me from pissing myself, Mare!” You hissed, anger taking over your nerves. 
Something above you creaked and the paintings on the walls followed you with your gaze. 
Natemare suddenly froze and you hugged his side, “What?” 
“Uhh, that statue just moved.” He muttered, pointing the beam of light at said statue. 
You stared at the marble man, pinching Natemare’s side. “Do not jest with me in here. Can we just get out and go.”  
Natemare took a step forward, carefully reaching towards the man with the top of his flashlight. 
The man’s eyes flew open and he lunged at Natemare with a loud shriek. 
Your scream drowned out his cry and the man ran off, giggling manically. 
Natemare leaned against the wall, laughing hysterically as you whacked his arm. 
“It’s not funny!” You said and Natemare hiccuped with a chuckle as he kissed the top of your head. 
“Of course not, babe. Now lets keep going.” 
Natemare dragged you around the corner and down another corridor. This hallway had noises. Creaks and moans. Shrieking in the distance and another couple screamed as something happened upstairs. 
A painting jumped out at you and Natemare had to hold onto your hand tight to stop you from punching the woman.

“Basement or attic?” Natemare asked, pointing to two different sets of stairs with the light. 
You gripped his arm, hearing very nerve-wracking sounds from both floors. 
“Basement,” You blurted out and Natemare nodded. “But if I see one fucking doll, I’m breaking up with you and running outside.”
His hand gave yours a squeeze as he guided you down into the darkness. 

You instantly regretted your decision as the only source of light was the torch in Natemare’s hand. Which he swiveled back and forth, allowing you to catch glimpses of the room you were currently standing in. 
Fake cobwebs lined the rafters of the first floor, or the ceiling to the basement. Sawdust covered the floor, indicating the paths of previous people who had ventured down here. 
But the worse thing was the shapes that moved on the border of the light. Natemare caught sight of one of them, the beam of light flicking over it.
You jumped when he did, the sudden appearance of a woman in a pretty white dress caused you to jerk behind Natemare.
But you spun, crying out as a hand tapped your shoulder.
Natemare whirled, the light flaring another woman’s blue dress with light. Her hand was outstretched, reaching for you.
You heard movement all around you, only halting when Natemare’s light shone over the four different ladies.
“This is some Weeping Angel, shit,” Natemare said with amusement. His wrist swinging around to halt another woman’s attempt to touch you. “I love this!”
“I certainty do not!” You squealed as a pink dress woman flicked your hair. “How the hell do we get out of here?” 
Natemare tore his attention from the smiling white dress lady, to search the walls for a door. 
“Quick, over here!” Natemare snagged your wrist and you both hurried through a metal grid gate. You slammed it shut, jumping back as Natemare shone the light over your head. 
The four ladies were pressed up against the bars, their reaching fingers inches from your face. Their faces smiling in a weird, too wide sort of way.
“Having fun yet?” Natemare asked, his lips brushing your ear. You elbowed his stomach and marched ahead. 
You managed to get through the rest of the house without pissing yourself. Natemare had the time of his life watching you jump and scream at almost every character that moved. 
Once you were out, you threw up your hands and whooped. “Fuck that! I am never doing that again! I’m done with this carnival!” 
Natemare handed the flashlight back to the man by the front door and approached you. Wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing you gently. 
“It wasn’t so bad,” He chuckled with a lazy shrug. “I’d prefer actual ghosts next time though.” 
“No.” You scolded with a glare. “No ghosts! No creepy ladies. Nothing, I’m done with that.” 
Natemare rolled his eyes, playfully pinching your cheek with his fingers. 
“Does that mean you’re breaking up with? Considering I’m an entity, an evil ghosty?” 
You glared up at him. “You get three strikes. This is your first strike.” 
Natemare laughed, “So I can take you on one more haunted-house and then I’m walking on eggshells. Good to know.” 

Remembered Promises

I’ve had such an amazing response to Forgotten Secrets and a couple of wonderful people requested  a sequel, so who am I to say no? There will be one more part of this little series if you guys still want it! 

Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to like/reblog/comment/tag Forgotten Secrets. You don’t know how much it means to me. I hope you enjoy this silly little follow up. 

Prompt: Things You Said With No Space Between Us || msr fluff || 4409

“Next thing you’ll be telling me you can win me a teddy bear” Scully scoffed as they paced around another stall with a selection of overstuffed toys on display. By her side, Mulder chewed happily on a stick of brightly coloured cotton candy.

“Well not with that attitude, I won’t, Scully. Although I could.” He stopped next to the shooting range and eyed it up for a moment, contemplating how difficult the game really was. “Yeah, I definitely could.”

“We both know my aim is far better than yours. But don’t get your hopes up, I’m not going to be wooing you with a fluffy pink bear today, Mulder. Sorry to shatter your dreams.” 

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RP One-Shot

So three pointy-eared adventurers walk into a bar…

  • First let’s meet our adventurers.
    • There’s Roisin, an enthusiastic moon elf wizard, who’s looking to become an adventurer.
    • Then there’s Badger, a gnome rogue and a professor in search of new interesting plants.
    • And finally Trinket, a drow cleric, who wears a big sun hat and wants to help people in the name of his goddess Lliira.
  • So, there’s rumors of trouble in a small town. Wyverns at least, and maybe something worse?
    • Our three heroes arrive to the local tavern, separately. Trinket comes in first, telling that he’s a traveling priest looking to help people. Badger comes in, says she’s heard of wyverns and she’s interested in the seeds they bring. And then Roisin arrives, declaring herself adventurer and wanting to help.
      • Roisin and Badger get to talking about wyvern hunting, and Trinket offers to help them in the role of a healer.
        • A local hears the talk and comes to talk to the three. Apparently two kids have gone missing in the past week, and the townspeople are losing hope.
  • Our heroes decide to take the case!
    • First they talk to the mothers of the lost children to find suspects. There is of course a possibility that the children have been taken by the wyverns but they also suspects an old lady, who may or may not be a witch living at the edge of town.
  • That’s where we head first, then! The witch’s house is surrounded by thick wall of thorny plants, but Roisin finds a spot that looks thinner than others and Badger, with some divine guidance from Trinket, gets through it.
    • On the other side of the plant wall, there’s a garden with shrubbery in the shape of children. Well. That’s creepy. Doesn’t appear to be magical, though.
    • Trinket avoids the bushes while the other two examine them and goes to knock on the door.
    • The door is opened by an old lady. She tells that the children came to her place to play often and she missed them. She was shocked to hear that some were gone missing and seemed totally sincere.
      • She gave us a bell that would help us get past the plantwall next time we came around.
  • We leaver her place and kinda realized that we forgot to ask anything about the kids… Like their names… Or how old they were and what they looked like. Sherlocks we are not.
    • So we do that and after getting that info (Sarah and Petey, 12 and 8) we start heading for the tower where the wyvern apparently lives.
  • We reach the tower the next day. Upon opening the door we get attacked by a bunch of kobolds!
    • Badger deals with them with her weaponry pretty effectively.
    • Roisin uses her magic to create a sphere of fire that burns the kobolds, but she also almost dies.
    • Trinket, rather than using magic, pokes them with his rapier. Oh yeah and heals Roisin. He also tries to intimidate the kobolds, but they’re too busy trying to steal his hat to really notice.
  • After the kobolds had been dealt with, we head to the top of the tower.
    • There’s a wyvern’s nest on top of the tower with some corpses that Badger identifies as kobolds. No sign of the children though.
      • We surmise that maybe the kobolds have taken the children and so decide to check the nearby forest for the kobolds’ camp.
  • We go to the forest, and hear some noises coming from a camp. Badger, being the sneakiest of us, goes to check it out. There’s kobolds, and some kind of a thing that looks like it might be the stuffed bunny one of the kids had, but Badger checks it out sneakily, and it is not.
  • There doesn’t seem to be any reason to think that the kobolds had the children, so we decide to return to town. Clearly we have missed something.
  • We camp the night out at the witch’s garden, cos we arrive so late, and in the morning talk to her again.
    • She says that she has sensed something odd, some kind of odd magic coming from the town.
  • We go back into town, combing it with Trinket’s Detect Magic. Mostly things seem normal, but then we spot a woman who we had seen with the mothers’ at the tavern, and she has illusion magic all over her.
    • We try to approach her, but she closes herself into her house.
    • So Badger sneakily picks the lock and we get inside.
    • She accuses us of burgarly and we tell her that the door was totally open, yo. So she tries to attack us.
    • We keep on the defensive at first, cos we don’t want to harm her, but she proves to be tougher than expected, so we attack her. Well… Roisin and Trinket do, cos Badger has sudden trouble getting her hits to land.
    • Suddenly she seems to have gotten enough, and turns invisible.
      • Roisin has an idea where she might be, so we try to corner her with a sphere of fire, Badger and a floating dagger.
      • Trinket stays to guard the door and feels the woman trying to get him to move, so clearly that didn’t work.
        • Badger, frustrated on not hitting anything, tackles the woman and we manage to rope her up.
          • The invisibility spell fades, and instead of a human woman, a green skinned humanoid lays before us.
            • Badger recognizes her as a bog hag, a creature that strives on other people’s misery.
              • So Trinket, being a priest of joy, blesses her and she loses consciousness.
  • The children are in a cage that was hidden by magic until the hag fainted. Badger tries to pick the lock of the cage, but isn’t very successful, so Roisin goes out to get the blacksmith.
  • The children are saved and the bog hag will be taken to the next town over to face justice. Time to party!!

And that was the day’s good deed done. :P

Mitch Marner- Haunted House

Prompt: You are Best friends and he takes you to a haunted house where you have a panic attack which scares him. ——-/———-/———-/——– “Mitch, please can we do something else?” I ask grabbing his arm in an attempt to pull him away.

It was dark and loud. I hadn’t even stepped foot inside and I was already not felling good about this. Mitch was dragging me to a serial killer haunted house type thing.

“Come on don’t be a baby about it.” He says teasingly leading me toward the door.

“Please just tell me there are no jump scares and that I won’t get grabbed” I say grabbing tightly to Mitch’s arm.

“There are no jump scares.” He says pulling his arm from my grasp and putting it around my shoulders in a friendly manner.

As we enter I hear loud crashes a many screams from the people ahead of us.

“Mitch…” I say sounding like a frightened child. Which I mean I kinda am.

“You will be fine. It’s not like these people will actually kill you. Grab you maybe, kill you, no.” He says holding me tighter to his side.

Just then I feel a hand on my ankle making me scream and try to run. This ends in my almost falling flat on my face. I am so lucky Mitch has reflexes.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke.” I say to Mitch as we got to the middle of the haunted house.

All of a sudden there was a strike of what I guess was supposed to be lightning and when it disappeared there was a killer clown. As if being chased by someone dressed like Jack the Ripper wasn’t enough.

My breathing had excelled and gotten much shallower. My body started to shake and the room was spinning. I had tears coming out of my eyes.

Mitch stopped and started trying to get me to breath properly. It just wasn’t working though. Mostly because he didn’t know what to do.

“What can I do to help?” He asks in a rush. His eyes wide with fear and this time not from the haunted house.

All of a sudden everything went black and I felt my legs give out.

——–/————-/———-/—–/ “Hey!!!!?? Are you okay?” Mitch asked as my eyes fluttered open. I was no longer in the haunted house. I was now in a place that smelled of hand sanitizer and the walls were a bright white.

That was when it clicked in my head, I was in an infirmary.

“Did I black out?” I ask trying to sit up only for Mitch to push me back down. That was when I noticed the tear tracks on his face.

“Yes, I’m so sorry about making you walk through the haunted house.” He says now sitting on the bed, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s okay. You didn’t think it would scare me that much.” I say putting my hand on his shoulder as best I could for where I was.

“I just didn’t know what to do. You scared me.” He says holding my hand.

“Mitchie, it’s okay. I’m fine. Plus it was kinda funny at the one part where you screamed like a girl.” I say giving hug him a smile and sitting up to give him a hug.

He hugs me back tight. Soon breaking away to tell me to lay back down. So I do.

“I did not scream like a girl.” He protests.

“Take it from your best friend, you screamed like a little girl.” I say full on laughing at his expense.

“No more haunted houses?” I ask sticking my pinky finger out to him.

“No more haunted houses.” He agreed wrapping his pinky finger around mine.

Originally posted by boringmarner

Monster House

Modern AU

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 902

Warnings: Haunted House, Clowns, Zombies, Jump scares, Spoopy people, kissing

“I’m not going.” You declared, slouching into your chair.

“It’ll be fun!” Thomas protested, trying to lift your spirits.

“No it won’t! I don’t believe people chasing you down a hallway with chainsaws is fun!” You growled.

“No one’s going to chase you down a hallway! Besides I’ll be there to protect you.” Thomas said, puffing out his chest.

“With what, your ego? Because I’m pretty sure that get’s bruised a little too easily.” You said.

“Wow, I never thought you’d sink that low, (Y/N)” Thomas put a hand over his heart.

“I’m not going.” You said, glaring at Thomas.

“I promise it won’t even be that scary. Please. I’ll be there the whole time and if it does get too scary for you, we can leave early.” Thomas said softly.

“It’s going to be scary though.” Your voice wavered with fear, your tough demeanor cracking.

“It’s not going to be scary, I promise. And if any of those people creep you out too much, I’ll beat them up!” Thomas declared, causing you to laugh.

“Okay, fine.” You sighed in defeat.

“Yay! It’s going to be so much fun! Go get ready, we leave in 5 minutes.” Thomas ran off to get his keys and shoes. You rolled your eyes, none the less doing what he said and getting ready to leave.

The car ride was silent and quick. Thomas was anxiously bouncing in his seat in anticipation. You were biting your nails, that being a nervous twitch of yours. You may have agreed to come, but that didn’t mean you actually wanted to be going.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Thomas exclaimed, pulling you in the line.

“Yup…” You nervously clutched to his arm as the front of the line got closer and closer.

The line moved much too quickly for your liking. You were absolutely terrified of what lied behind the doors in front of you. You were at the newest haunted house to open. It was said to be one of the scariest haunted houses, yet.

“Babe, we’re next.” Thomas said, grabbing your hand in his and squeezing it tightly. He had meant this in reassurance, but it had done nothing to calm the nerves in your stomach.

The doors slowly opened for the two of you to enter. You clung tightly to Thomas’ hand and arm. He did his best to calm you down, but to no means did he succeed in doing such.

“Thomas…” You trailed off, seeing a man dressed as a zombie began to approach the both of you.

“We’re going to be fine, (Y/N). They’re not even allowed to touch you.” Thomas said, pulling you into his side as you began to walk.

Then, the first jumpscare happened. The clown you had seen earlier began running towards you. Your first instict was to turn around and run. Instead, you were met with a man with, you guessed it, a chainsaw. Thomas screamed hugging you.

“(Y/N)!” Thomas screamed, pulling you to his chest.

You didn’t even flinch, you had been expecting this and for some reason you weren’t afraid. You took Thomas’ hand in yours and began leading him through the house. Jump scare after jump scare, Thomas’ grip on you would tighten. His screams would pierce your ears, but you kept going.

You honestly were terrified yourself, but knowing that Thomas wasn’t going to be able to protect himself, let alone you, made you take charge.

“Shh, Thomas, we’re almost there.” You held him tightly, approaching the exit.

You were so close to finally leaving, when a man in a clown mask jumped in front of you. You finally broke, screaming in terror as the clown cackled. Your scream snapped something in Jefferson. He picked you up bridal style and sprinted out the exit door.

He set you down gently, trying to catch his breath. He took your hand and led you to the car. You sat in silence for a few minutes, before he decided to break it.

“Are you okay?” Thomas asked, running his fingers gently over yours.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You returned the question, your eyes scanning him for any sort of damage.

“I’m great.” He laughed. “I’m sorry, that was a disaster.” He shook his head, looking down at your intertwined fingers.

“It was amazing! Absolutely terrifying, but amazing!” You grinned, his head shooting up to look at you.

“Really? But I practically clung and screamed to you the whole time.” He said in confusion.

“Well, it was finally my turn to protect you for once. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love you always looking out for me! But for once you needed me like your life depended on it.” You told him, his face lighting up with a smile.

“I always need you like my life depends on it, (Y/N). I didn’t think, being a wimp and damaging my ego was the only way for you to notice that.” Thomas chuckled.

“You didn’t damage your ego completely! You still came through for me when that creepy clown came.” You grinned kissing his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). How about we go grab some dinner?” Thomas said, starting the engine of the car.

“As long as you promise, no more haunted houses.” You suggested, giggling lightly.

“Deal.” Thomas leaned over and kissed your nose.


on a lighter note, I have high appreciation of Nick’s snark in the game


the 100

John Murphy

- The Stars (Part 2)

- Murderer (Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4)

- Trust

- Rain

- Disconnected (Everything I Didn’t Say)

- A Cure (Part 2)

- Christmas Hope

Monty Green

- Happy

- Should’ve

- For the Many Years

- At Least 

Bellamy Blake

- Deal

Fight and Stay Alive

Dear Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy

Connor Murphy with a Writer S/O Headcanons (Part 2)

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

- Overboard


- Leprechaun and Bogie

- Losing You to Him

Isaac Lahey

- Panic Attack

Scott McCall

- Your Cousin?

Peter Hale

- Trouble

Liam Dunbar

- Sickie

The Flash

Barry Allen

- Confessions

- Awkward

- Coffee

- Study Session

- Mates (Part 2/ Part 3 )

- Movie Tickets

- Roommates

- Attention

- The MC was RIght

- Cool

- Canine

- Cuddles and Cold

- Movie Night

- Team Flash and the Gladers (Part 2) (does not include Barry that much)

- Reason to Live (TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of SUICIDE & DEPRESSION)


- Aiden (Part 2)

- Parents (Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 4.5Part 5)

- WereJaguar (Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4) AU Ending

- Anchor

- If You See

- Mysterious Thief

- Jin (does not include Barry that much)

- Wonderful (Part 2)

- Your Son and Your Boyfriend (Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5)

- We Won

- Actress

- Wedding Dress

- Dragon (Part 2)

- The Guy You Like

- Sky High

- VidCon

- Manhattan

- In That Way

- Not Your Fault (Part 2)

- Alpha and Omega

Cisco Ramon

- Amazingly Awesome

Leonard Snart


Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Random Relationship Headcanons

- Swear On My Love

- Life-Changing (Part 2)

Poe Dameron

- Cherish It


Peter Pan

Lost Girl

Tadashi Hamada

- How to Survive College


Bucky/ Winter Soldier

- An Assignment

Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch

- Training

Peter Quill/Star Lord

- One of the Ways

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver (from the Avengers franchise)

- Suddenly

Peter Parker/Spiderman (played by Andrew Garfield)

- I’m HQ

Tom Holland

- Stunts (Part 2)

More than 1 character

- Haunted House feat Bucky and Steve


Jack Frost

Snow Day

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

- A Promise

The Maze Runner


- The Host of the Party


- Grievers

- My Queen

- What Does Matter


- Happy Halloween

Pacific Rim

Newt Geiszler

- My Best Friend (Part 2/ Part 3)

- List for the Future

Once Upon a Time

Captain Hook/Killian Jones

- A Drink

- I Hate You

- Christmas Eve

Henry Mills

- The Flames and the Rain

Pinocchio/August Booth

- Heroes

Peter Pan

- Not Leaving

- Jealous

- Kidnapped

- Running Away

- Leave You Behind (Part 2)

- Life and Death

- Forest Green

- Staying Strong


The Scar (Part 2)

Robbie Kay

- Comic Con

- Lost

- Life Goes on with You