You Know What I Love? 80s Horror And 2000s Horror. The Vibes Are Just So Good Man

“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

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disney sitcoms

How many times have you watched Top Gun Maverick this year?

Me: 4

How did you know you were gay, old school Disney Channel Edition? A: These three. 🥵

• Sarah Fox (Vanessa Morgan), My Babysitter’s a Vampire

• Mikayla Makoola (Kelsey Asbille Chow), Pair of Kings

• Alex Russo (Selena Gomez), Wizards of Waverly Place

Gif source:  Finn

Imagine reuniting with Finn and your son when they arrive in New Orleans.

———  Request for anon  ———

It did not take long for you to learn of what you were. A vampire. The first of them, and, at first, you believed yourself to be alone. Cursed to a life without your family, your village— anything other than an insatiable thirst that forced ruin in your wake.

Then, after centuries, you heard whispers of others. Of a family, the Originals, they’d been called. Named on the tongue of vampires you had not sired, the thing of legends and myths. You collected just enough information to peak your interest— to give you hope.

But for the life of you, you could not catch up to them. As if each time you would find their location, they were forced from it just as suddenly by some unknown entity.

You had not expected New Orleans to be any different than it had been a century ago. You had expected to arrive, defeated, to the aftermath and the evidence of their presence— just enough to convince you of their existence, but not enough to keep them there. The ages had made you tired, to the brink of exhaustion, as you chased after them hopelessly, over and over again.

In the dead of night, you had not expected to see him, of all things, after all these tireless years. He had been reserved for your memories, a ghost in the depths of your mind that fueled your hope, but to see him now, finally, you can hardly believe it.

“Finn,” falls softly from your lips, carried along the faint tune of a saxophone playing deeper in the quarter, the cheers of tourists and laughter of locals fading in the night between you. He looked just as young as you, immortality adorning him in an eternal youth much like it had you. His hair is much shorter, cropped, a product of the times you found yourselves in. Nothing like how it had been when you’d fallen in love with him, back when the Vikings had roamed the earth.

His eyes, however, they showed the truth of him. Weary and wise, like they had seen it all— which, you’re quite certain they had, if your own life was any example to go by. They watch you, conflicted and disbelieving, as if he cannot fathom your appearance before him any more than you could of him.

In the blink of an eye, he’s before you, warm hand at your jaw, cupping familiarly as your name finds purchase on his tongue. It’s choked, as if holding back a shuddering sob, before his lips crash down against your own.

Your heart breaks, and picks up its own pieces to put itself back together, all at once. He was real. Not a figment of your imagination or an insanity born from hopeless need. Your hands grasp the polyester of his shirt, grasping him to you for the first time in forever, it felt like.

“How,” he chokes out, and you shake your head. That was a question for his mother, but you doubted even she knew, for she certainly would not have left you had she known.

“Our son,” you ask, but dare not hope for him. It had been centuries, and you had learned they were not so kind. How could a child grow in the death that had surrounded you?

“He,” he breaks, and for a moment your suspicions are confirmed. He must have died long ago. Finn clears his throat, a smile breaking against his lips as his forehead presses against your own, “He is not as you remember him. He walks in the body of a man, now. You’ve missed so much.”

“He’s alive?” there’s no hiding your happy sob, as your husband wipes tears from your cheeks.

“Yes,” he nods, “you should meet him.”

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Fred Weasley Masterlist

To the Moon and Back - Based on this request: “reader has like the worse panic attack in their life n fred helps them n snuggles w them after n stuff?” Imagine

Ten Galleons and a Heart to Break - Based on this request: “one with fred weasley where the george dares him to go out with reader, but fred actually falls in love with her, but the reader finds out angst with a happy ending <3″ Imagine

Better Than You Think - Based on this request: “asexual reader with Fred weasley. Reader likes Fred so much and they try to ask reader out but they say no and so they are confused. They go to readers friend and they set everything up and they go into the readers room and say it’s ok to be asexual” Imagine

What We Say - Of all the people to make you feel better after overhearing your friends talk bad about you, you weren’t expecting Fred Weasley to rise to the challenge. Imagine

I Remember - Fred and George Weasley have been a constant thorn in your side ever since you started at Hogwarts. That being said, why is Fred trying so hard to make things right again? Imagine

Avoid, Ignore, Distract - After the Weasley Twins launch their latest prank where everyone at Hogwarts is forced to say nothing but the truth, Y/N L/N is terrified that she’s going to reveal her deepest secret- namely, that she’s been crushing on Fred. Imagine

The Only Reason - Y/N L/N is one of the smartest Gryffindors in her year, so of course Fred and George Weasley ask her to help them with a prank. The only problem is that Y/N is beginning to fall for Fred, even though she knows he’s only paying attention to her because of the prank, right? Imagine

Drowning -  Y/N L/N is tormented by the fact that her crush, Fred Weasley, is just using her to get closer to her best friend, Angelina Johnson. However, she might be wrong about Fred’s true intentions. Imagine

The Dare -  It’s a boring, hot day at Hogwarts when your friends dare you to spend the night out of your dorm in the Quidditch pitch. Will you be able to make it without getting caught by Filch, especially with the help of one redheaded twin? Imagine

Definitely Family

This is my next spot on my bingo board for @xxwritemeastoryxx blogiversary bingo writing challenge. This one was based off the quote "I believe the term you're searching for is... omg." And it is an Elijah x Daughter OC. I hope you enjoy! (P.s In my imagination the girl in the gif is his daughter, even though I know it's Hayley. So please just roll with it 😂)

A Miracle. That’s what my mom always called me. More specifically ‘her little Miracle.’ You see, I shouldn’t be alive. Not in the, hate my life or in the, the universe hates me, kind of way. But in the, my mom was a witch and my dad an original vampire, kind of way. Freaky huh? Well, most of the supernatural community would probably think so too. So we keep my existence a secret. From everyone. Including my father.

The Noble Suit wearing Original Vampire Elijah Mikaelson. Yup, that’s me. Miracle child of an original vampire who doesn’t know I exist. But I guess that sort of brings us to where we are now. You see… my mother passed about a month ago and I have no one else. I need family. I need my dad. So, I’m here in New Orleans hoping that he will believe and accept me. Family above all, right?

    Elijah was sitting in the courtyard alone, lost in his own thoughts. He could hear his younger brother speaking gently to young Hope in her room. Elijah longed for that. For a child to call him father. A dream he knew would never be real. He took a lengthy sip of his burbon. He would just be content with being an Uncle to Hope. This was more than he ever thought possible. It was more than enough. 

    Footsteps broke Elijah from his thoughts. The unfamiliar patter accompanied by a new scent had him on edge already. But when a young woman entered the courtyard, no older than 17, with brown hair the same shade as his own and blue/green eyes he swore he had seen before, something in Elijah’s gut told him this girl meant no harm. Still he held a defensive stance though, slightly, less frightening. The teen gathered her courage and spoke in a timid yet somehow familiar voice,

 “Hello. My name is Miracle. You knew my mother Cora.” 

Recognition flashed in Elijah’s eyes as all the fight drained from him. He saw it now. Her cheeks, her nose… her eyes. They were all Cora. How he hadn’t seen it before this baffled him. Although, he hadn’t seen Cora in at least 80 years. How then, was her daughter so young? Before Elijah could open his mouth to ask any of the questions that began to swim around in his mind she spoke again. 

    “You’re probably wondering how I’m so young. And also why I’m here…” 

Of course the thought had crossed his mind. 

“Well, sadly my mother passed about a month ago.” 

Elijah finally spoke, 

“I’m so sorry. Your mother was a good woman. I’m sorry she is gone.” 

The young girl, Miracle, wiped away a few tears. 

“Thank you. She was all I had. Now that she’s gone, I’m looking for my father.”

Elijah was even more confused. Of course this girl would seek family, but why was she here?

    “My mother only ever told me two things about my father. The first was that he was an original vampire. She said they were in love and she wanted to give him a child knowing that they could have a happy family together. So she was able to do a spell and conceive a child, me. However, before my mother could surprise him, he had to run. To flee his father, my grandfather. She never saw him again.”

Elijah was in shock. He never knew of Cora’s plan.

“What…,” he cleared his throat, “what was the second thing your mother told you?”

Miracle had been looking at her feet but at that moment she raised her head to meet his eyes.

    “That his name is Elijah Mikaelson.”

Elijah felt as if all of the air had left his lungs. He stood staring at this girl in front of him, his daughter. She was fidgeting under his gaze. Finally she gathered the courage to speak up again.

    “I believe the term you’re searching for is omg…”

This finally broke Elijah out of his stare and he reached out, pulling his baby girl into the safety of his arms. Tears escaping both of their eyes. Elijah pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled.

    “You really are my daughter.”