“You’ll never guess who I’ve found.” Klaus declared as he
“Knowing you Niklaus it could be anyone.” Elijah sighed as
Klaus burst into the room.
“(Y/N), she’s in New Orleans.” Klaus smiled as he poured
himself a drink and Elijah watched him carefully.
“You mean to tell me the girl that vanished has suddenly reappeared
in the city, and just happens to do so around the time we arrive?” Elijah
“Well she was here and I drank with her so unless there are multiple
versions of her, which I doubt there are seeing as her bloodline ended many
years ago, it is the very same (Y/N) I turned a thousand years ago.” He smiled
to himself and decided he’d track you down again.
“Everything alright, pet?” Frowning, he strokes over your aching back. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining and no clouds are in the sky. It’s the first time you can go out with a blouse and ballerinas. But you’re wearing your old sneakers because you want to walk comfortably even if you don’t feel comfortable at all.
You’re glad that the weather allows you to go out with your daughter; the winter time was exhausting. Playing inside is not the same as playing with the other kids on the playground. You were delighted as Harry took her out for some fun in the snow. The two built a snowman, drinking hot cocoa afterwards, and she was sad as the carrot was missing the next morning.
She’s a little whirlwind and nobody is safe, not even your vases and the Christmas tree. One Christmas ball fell victim to her. Thank god you used the old Christmas balls and not the pretty ones which your mother gave you once.
You hold your daughter’s hand as she starts to pull you forward.
“Just a little tired,” you smile at him, closing your eyes. He kisses your forehead, sliding his hand down your arm until he grabs your daughter’s hand. She looks with surprise up to her dad as he takes her hand.
hi! could you please do a fluffy scenario where you are one of bts’s members neighbor (i really don’t care who) and you have a cat but he has a dog, and one time your pets meet and something funny happens, like the chase each other maybe…
Okay. I got carried away with this one in a completely different direction, but I hope you like it. I can write a different for you if you’d like! Don’t hesitate to ask! P.S. I put a link to a short video that should help visualize 😉
Pairing: Min Yoongi X Reader
Living next to Min Yoongi, you had naturally high standards when it came to men. Which made it hard for you to date. Especially when you had a huge crush on the guy next door. Yoongi was not only extremely attractive, but very talented as well. You could hear him play his piano in the middle of the day, creating beautiful music. You could just imagine his fingers dancing over the keys, perfect posture as he read the music he was playing. You smiled to yourself when you heard the familiar music playing on the other side of your wall. Your cat jumped up onto the couch next to you, curling up next to you as you set your book on your lap.
“Murry.” You whispered softly as he purred, rolling further over onto his back. Murry was the cutest cat you had ever seen. He was a rare breed of cat called the munchkin (he was basically the corgi version of a cat). He had light brown hair with random white patterns all over his body. His amber eyes were huge and his little ears appeared a tad flattened, making him look sad.
You sighed when Murry jumped down and made his way over to your front door, asking to be let out. Reluctantly, you got up and slowly walked over to the door, opening it to let him out. Standing there for a second, Yoongi’s door swung open and out came his dog. You watched your cat’s eyes widen before he turned and ran in the other direction, Holly chasing after him.
“Murry!” You both shouted after your animals at the same time as you watched them disappear down the street.
“Shit” Yoongi mumbled, grabbing his coat from just inside the door and rushing down the steps. You sighed, doing the same and running into him as you stepped off the last step.
“Oh sorry!” You blurted, stumbling into him. He laughed, catching you before you fell on the ground.
“It’s okay.” He held onto you until you were stable on your own feet. "I’m Yoongi.“ He smiled, offering his hand for you to shake.
"I know.” You said quickly, straightening yourself out. “I mean… Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.” You added, feeling your cheeks heat up as you took his hand to shake it.
“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.” He said with a sweet smile. You smiled back before looking in the direction your pets disappeared in.
“Well I suppose we should go after them.” You sighed, taking a slow step that way.
“Yeah,” He said, looking around.
The two of you walked in silence, hands in your pockets as you walked. “Holly!” Yoongi called out, hoping his dog would come running.
“Murry!” You called, laughing immediately after. Yoongi looked over at you, amused.
“What?” He asked.
“Murry is a cat.” You responded. “Kitty kitty kitty!” You called out in a sweet voice. Yoongi smiled, looking at the ground.
“You’re cute.” He said quietly, kicking a rock. Your eyes widened and your heart about beat out of your chest. You swallowed hard before answering.
“Really?” You choked out, in shock. He laughed, looking up at you.
“Yeah, you’re always reading or playing with your cat when I see you.” He smiled, stopping to turn toward you. You stopped, turning as well. “You’re super pretty and you’re so sweet with your cat.” He explained. “I probably sound really creepy now.”
“No, no!” You blurted, shaking your head with a smile. “It’s nice to be complemented.”
“I’m glad I didn’t creep you out.” He smiled his gummy smile. You never thought a person’s smile could be so beautiful and genuine.
“I love your smile.”
“Thank you.” His cheeks turned rosy and his eyes darted away from yours. “Maybe it would be better if we go back home and wait for them to come back.” He offered. “You look cold.”
“I am.” You replied. With that, the two of you headed back toward home. You each told stories about your pets as you meandered down the dirt path, giggling at the funny things your animals did.
“Home at last.” Yoongi said with a content sigh. “Do you want to come in? I can make some warm tea. After all, it was my dog who chased off your cat.” He smiled.
“I would like that.” You giggled, following him up the steps to his door. He opened it, letting you walk in first as he followed in behind you.
There it was. His piano. It was beautiful. You wanted so badly to see his fingers dance across those perfect white keys. “Do you play?” He asked, pulling your coat off your shoulders. You shook your head, pulling your arms out of the sleeves.
“No, I just… Will you play for me?” You asked. He let out a little laugh.
“Sure.” He sat down on the bench in front the instrument, looking back at you. “What do you want to hear?” He asked, staring at you. His eyes ran over your figure, studying you and making you feel a little self conscious.
“Um..” You giggled nervously, quickly looking away. “Whatever you feel like playing.” You smiled, tucking hair behind your ear and rocking back on your heels. He smirked before sighing and turning back to the piano.
“Hmm,” he pondered, ghosting his fingers over the keys before he started. Goosebumps covered your skin as he played.(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyHaRCMbx6A) You were astonished at how amazing it sounded. His fingers fluttered over the keys as he looked over the piano and moved his head along with the music. He was playing from memory with effortless perfection. Everything you imagined of him playing was wrong; his posture wasn’t perfect and he didn’t even keep his eyes open, let alone follow music out of a book.
When he finished, he turned to look at you again, catching your dorky fangirl smile. “Yoongi, you’re amazing!” You exclaimed, making your way toward him.
“You think so?” He asked, eyes glued to you as you sat next to him on the bench.
“Yes! You’re so talented!” You were smiling ear to ear as he stared at you.
“Thank you.” He blushed, looking down then back up at you. “It means a lot.” You smiled sweetly, suddenly embarrassed about your fangirl outburst. You looked down, playing with your hands.
When you looked back up, Yoongi’s face was nearing yours. Your breath hitched when his lips were mere centimeters away from your own. Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his hand slide into your hair, cradling your face with one hand.
Then the moment was ruined when you heard scratching at the door and Yoongi pulled away. “Holly,” he whispered. Getting up, he opened the door and let the little dog in.
“Well I should go see if Murry found his way back.” You said quickly, jumping up and walking to the door.
“Are you sure? I haven’t even made tea yet.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You pressed your lips together, putting your coat on.
“Oh yeah. It’s okay.” You said, rushing to get out the door.
“Okay.” He said softly, “well I hope Murry is home.” You smiled briefly, reaching for the door. You heard him sigh as he grabbed your hand before it could reach the door handle. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, pulling you into him. His lips pressed gently against yours, making every cell in your body go numb.
Yoongi pulled away with a nervous smile on his face. “Yoongi.” You whispered, in shock of what just happened. When your brain finally caught up, you smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands slid around your waist as yours got lost in his bleached locks, lips moving slowly against his.
consider: the first time bitty wore short shorts and a tank in front of jack
it wasn’t on purpose, not at all, he’s just thrown on some clothes and wandered out to make his boyfriend something good-but-within-his-nutrition-plan to have on his off day.
jack’s taking advantage of the fact that he doesn’t actually have to get up to keep his head literally under the covers, not asleep (his body clock doesn’t allow it) but not confronting the day because no
but eventually the smell of something drags him up, and the bed doesn’t feel right without bitty there, despite bitty not actually having stayed over very much at all, and he meanders into the kitchen, tripping over a pair of socks in the hall, thinking, inanely, god he loves this boy
and he gets to the end of the hall, and just. stops. mouth hanging open in the most unflattering way because he hasn’t fully woken up yet, and now his brain is even further away from online
because all he sees is skin, and so so much of it. pale and inviting and his as bitty dances around, headphones in
and bitty turns, plate in hand, startles a little when he sees jack, and smiles all soft and inviting
and then he realises jacks not responding, pulls out his headphones with his little finger and a bit of clever plate acrobatics, all “Jack, honey?”
and jack’s only response is a somewhat strangled “uhh”
poly relationship: you x jimin x yoongi x jungkook x taehyung
so i actually haven’t been writing as often, so here is a little apology about this, i hope that you guys really like it <33
“Do these pants make me look fat?” As always, the question asked by the smallest boy makes you laugh, though it wasn’t even directed at you. Yoongi was standing in front of the long mirror in the back of the changing room that three of you were all shoved into. He ran his hands down over his thighs nervously.
It was as if he wasn’t sure if he was making the underwear work, but damn did he have the attention of both people standing near him. “Yoongi, babe,” Jimin said to the eldest of the boys, “you have the frame of a little porcelain doll.”
The rapper looks back into the mirror with a frown, running his hands down his legs and shaking his head at his friend. “…Wow… You answered no, yet you still gave the wrong answer.”
You step forward, setting down the pile of ‘yes’ clothes on the bench. “I like your little frame. Besides, we’re all small compared to Jungkook and Taehyung.”
Something about this place was just so entertaining. Every time that you and Yoongi dragged people in here everything seemed to go downhill extremely fast, but you never would see anything more entertaining than what goes down in bringing the boys into this store.
For some reason, though they claimed to be grown ups, all mature and all that, yet they just couldn’t handle walking into Victoria’s Secret like this. They couldn’t’ handle it. Every time they walked in it was Jungkook trying to walk towards the big wall of underwear, while Jimin tried to hold him back.
In the end, Yoongi always buys almost more underwear than you would, and Taehyung would walk away with fifty sweatshirts from Pink and a boy dragging him onto the next store. You would be left walking out of the place with all your bags being carried for you, a gentleman’s gesture, though you knew it was Jungkook’s attempt to steal your new purchases.
While you round the corner, watching the two heads that you were trying to keep track of, you couldn’t help but look over at where Yoongi and Jimin were. Every time, with every new piece of clothing that he bought, the oldest of the boy seemed to worry about if he was too skinny. It bothered you that he thought he didn’t have a good body.
“YN!” Taehyung yells from a few isles away, making you shake your head in embarrassment, “I found a big sweatshirt I want!”
“And what?” You whisper-yell as you walk closer to him, “Do you need my permission to get it, or something?”
“No- I want you to see it.” He held the sweatshirt up, the blue fabric laying over his chest while he put the hanger up to his neck and laid the material over his chest so that you could imagine what it would look like if he had it on. “Do you think that it will make my shoulders look too big?”
“Taehyung,” you tell him with a laugh, “there’s no such thing as too big of shoulders. Just ask Namjoon and Seokjin.”
They continue running around and laughing gently with one another, giggling and trying on different sweatshirts and underwear. Everything was going… not fine, but normally, until you hear the words that you knew would signal the beginning of chaos.
“Jungkookie, why don’t you try on some underwear like Yoongi?”
a little something i wrote inspired by a tumblr ask :)
for mlflufffiction, which you should totally check the tag for because everything is super cute!!! thank you so so so much for everyone who’s participated. you’re all super lovely.
shoutout the @mlfanfiction fam for helping me out. you’re all the best <3
i did write this all in like two day oh god why so it isn’t my best work but it’s the most productive i’ve been in weeks. to make this as clear as possible, i uploaded it in chapters on ao3, but seeing that some chapters are literally 20 words, it didn’t make sense to post them all here. click the link at the end of this part to be brought to the next part!
Alya shuts the door with her foot, dumping her bag on the the desk. “Alright, let’s do this people.”
Kim raises a sandwich in the air, chiming in with “Here here!”
Chloé rolls her eyes and goes back to filing her nails.
“Did you really need your laptop for this?” Nino asks, joining Alya on her bench.
“Yes,” she says seriously. “I have documents and color coding. Do not doubt my abilities.” She pulls everything up on her computer before standing up on the top of the desk.
Alix bangs her water bottle against a desk on Alya’s cue.
“The fourth meeting of ‘Get Adrien and Marinette Together Before We Die Goddammit’ is now in session.”
Chloé scoffs. “ This is ridiculous. The fact that we’ve had four meetings is ridiculous. I say we give up,” she says with a shrug. “It’s taking up too much time.”
“And desperately needed brain cells,” Kim whispers to Alix.
Alix snickers as Chloé gives Kim the middle finger.
“We don’t even meet every week,” Mylène points out.
“We don’t even meet every other week,” Juleka mutters. “Just whenever Alya has an idea.”
“And only during lunch,” Nino adds motioning to his bag of chips.
“An idea!” Rose rests her chin in her hands. “Oooooo, Alya do tell!”
Nathanael joins Sabrina and sits on top of a desk. “But what are the chances of it actually working?”
Everyone looks back to Max.
He adjusts his glasses. “Probably higher than when we were leaving them to their own devices.”
“So…” Nino drawls.
Max shrugs. “More than zero.”
Alya claps her hands together. “Good enough for me.” She jumps down from the desk and starts pacing. “Ideas?”
Slowly, all heads turn to Chloé. Surprisingly, she’s often the one to offer up the most ideas.
She scowls and puts down her nail file. “Listen, I don’t spend all my time watching rom coms. You have to look to Rose for that. I’m out of cliches, just lock them in the fucking closet again, why do I care?”
“I still say the closet worked,” Mylène says.
Ivan nods in agreement.
“Yeaahhhh,” Alix says with a smirk. “Cause we have no idea what went on in there.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh my god.” Nino twists around and throws a chip at her.
She easily catches it in her mouth, telling him to go fuck himself as she chews.
“Can I leave?” Nathanael asks.
“Bring me with you,” Chloé demands.
“No one is leaving,” Alya says firmly. “You all came out of your own free will and we’re going to stay here until lunch break ends. No one is required to be here, you all wanted to be here.” Chloé opens her mouth and Alya points at her. “Say another word and you’ll regret it, blondie. Now. Ideas.”
“What have we already done?” Juleka asks. “It’s just been…”
“ Forever ,” Kim says dramatically.
Alya nods to Nino. “Babe?”
“Plan A was ‘tell them to just ask each other out already’,” Nino reads.
Alix scoffs. “Who the fuck had that idea?”
“To be fair,” Nino says quickly, “that was before Al and I got anyone else involved. We put it down because we honestly didn’t know where to start.”
“Can I see that?” Max asks.
Nino lifts Alya’s laptop so the rest of the room can see.
Rose tilts her head. “Is that…color coded?”
“It is. It’s very important.” Alya walks up to the chalkboard. “So we failed on the straightforward method because neither would do it . What was Plan B?”
Sabrina squints at the computer screen. “That was getting them to work together on a project.” Alya taps her finger against her lip. “Check my date. Was that before or after the Gamer.”
Max shrinks backwards in his seat.
“…after,” Nino says slowly. “A little bit before we asked everyone for help because we were getting frustrated. I think might’ve been after Volpina, actually.”
Kim let out a whistle. “It took you that long to realize the two need some help?”
Alya shrugs. “I had faith. Then the faith ran out.”
Shenanigans - Pietro Maximoff x Reader x Scott Lang
Words: 987 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader x Scott Lang Warnings: swearing wow what a surprise Requested by: @bluetrainer “Hello, I recently found your blog and amazing imagines btw really great, I was wondering if you could make a fix where Pietro and Scott are both in love with the reader and the reader tries to tell them to stop with all the jealous shenanigans they do to try to one up each other, and that they love them both.” A/n: I’m glad you like my imagines :)) Also, what the heck, six hundred followers? I just hit 500 like two days ago. Wowza! <3
Hanging out with Pietro was always a ball. You could go anywhere at anytime, and do anything. And his plans with you today we’re going to be going to the other side of New York, but alas, he sprained his ankle.
But you were perfectly fine with just hanging out with him at the facility. You weren’t really sure what you were going to do, but it was going to be hilarious.
“We should play a prank on Cap.” Pietro said.
“What would we do?” You asked as you were laying on his bed, kicking your feet up in the air.
Pietro shrugged. “We will figure something out.”
On the other side of the facility, though, Scott was coming up with a plan. He was trying to figure out how to get Pietro away from you, and stop his flirting. Pietro knew Scott liked you.
When Scott heard Pietro and you laughing outside of his room, he went into action. He stepped outside to be met with both of you.
“I thought you guys were traveling today?” He asked.
“Nah, Piet sprained his ankle.” You said.
“Oh,” Scott said with a little smile. “You’re just going to let that get you down and away from your day with (Y/N)?” Scott asked. “You can’t let that get you down!”
If you're anything like me your favourite hobbies are Harry Potter blogging and procrastinating :D
*sweats* noooo ofc not what do u mean 👀 (ok but if i think abt it, it’s probably more: being salty and procrastinating - yes hp takes the back bench to being salty) (if i can be salty and also make it about hp then even better, as everyone in the flintwoodnet knows :salt: )
send me facts about me that you think are probably true
Think about this. You’re a parent and your child has a basketball game later today. It took some haggling, and you have to come in for over time this weekend, but you convinced your boss to let you leave early. You drive all the way across town, deal with traffic and stop lights, and even spill your hot coffee that you need after trying to get all your work done quick enough to be able to leave early. But it doesn’t matter, because you pull into the parking lot of your kids school. You’re a little late, due to traffic and pulling over to wipe the coffee of your pants, so you have to park in the back of the parking lot. You hustle to get in, take a seat on the bleachers, and ask if your child has been put in yet. “Not yet,” they say. “Great! I made it in time, despite my terrible day and I’m gonna get to see my kid do something that makes them happy. What could be better than that?” Next thing you know, the coach is looking at his clipboard, thinking. “Yes!! I’m gonna break out the video camera so I can always remember how proud my child made me today!” And than, you see it. A golden retriever in a basketball jersey walks into the middle of the court. “Oh no…” Oh yes. Your child was benched and a FUCKING DOG TOOK THEIR SPOT. A DOG. FOUR LEGS, TAIL, CANT SPEAK. A DOG. The movie Air Bud sure would have pissed a lot of people off if they thought about it from a different perspective.
i gotta jump in on this Fine Stud Lexa fitness bc im such a hoe for this shit- ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN:
she eats controlled amounts and measures and weighs all her shit so she knows what she’s putting in her body
meanwhile clarke sits at the other end of the dining table w a half eaten Lean Pocket thinking “???? how”
HOMEGIRL DOES KICKBOXING, CALISTHENICS, AND HIIT TRAINING DONT FIGHT ME ON THIS
she works out 2 hours a day 6 days a week- kickboxing for skill, calisthenics for physique/toning, and HIIT training for fat burn/muscle gain (she does a 90 min yoga on saturday bc u gotta lengthen those muscles to look sinewy u feel)
Reebok shorts/bras are e v e r y t h i n g bc they hold everything in place and also they don’t squeeze the living shit outta her ribs/crotch
CLARKE LOVES SEEING HER TRAPS/LATS RIPPLE WHEN LEXA GOES INTO A HANDSTAND ESP W THE SHEEN OF SWEAT. GOD
clarke joins her for kickboxing bc a) she thinks its way hot and b) she’s gotta know how to defend herself lbr its a cruel world; sometimes she joins lexa for her HIIT workouts if she feels up to it but shes more content w a 3 hour nap
she has the legs of a sculpted goddess just fucking end me here and now
her arms are A++ but her sHOULDERS her delts look like Bronze Shoulder-guards for god’s sake and her traps… clarke knows abt her traps ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
she hates long term running. she h a t e s it. she’d rather do sprints than run at a steady pace
yes she can bench press clarke
yes she can squat w clarke
she tries to make sure she gets enough sleep bc w this regimen shes tight w time (w included sexytimes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) but she always manages at least 6 hrs
on her rest days she chills in baggy sweatpants (or tiny ass shorts if its warmer out) that hang off her hips and a t-cut off so she can ~show off~ all of her hard work