Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.
It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.
You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.
Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.
You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.
Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.
You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”
Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.
“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.
Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.
“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.
Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.
Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.
“Who might this be?” Finn asked.
“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.
Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”
Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.
Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself.
Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.
Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.
And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.
You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.
At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.
“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.
You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.
“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.
“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”
“To hell with that bloody wanker.”
“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.
“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.
“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.
“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.
Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.
It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.
You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”
“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.
Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.
Kol just glared at his older brother.
“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her.
“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.
“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.
Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.
“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.
“I mean, am I right or am I right?”
Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.
Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion.
You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.
“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.
“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.
“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.
“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up.
You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.
“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.
“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”
After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”
“No matter.” Kol replied.
“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.
Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.
What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.
“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.
“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.
“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”
“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.
“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.
“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.
Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”
You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed.
As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous.
As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.
You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.
Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz.
The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.
“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.
“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.
Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.
Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.
“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.
“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”
“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.
The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming.
After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.
“Yes?” You were puzzled.
“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.
“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.
“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”
“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.
Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.
This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated.
god help me i’m out and all dressed up in my iron man shit (theme dress, stockings, elbow-length golden gauntlet things, sunglasses) bc why the heck not, i can’t do anything at home without my laptop anyway, and a kid just popped up by my side like “are you iron man??” and i got to tell him that “no but i’m his friend” and anyway! anyway i’m dYING
Jumin reacting to an MC who left him and he sees them 1-3yrs later with twins.
“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin”
You ran upstairs after your fleeing boyfriend begging for him to answer you. He come home late again but you didn’t care. You were happy that the man that owns your heart came home to you every night. However, this night was different than the rest.
You had dinner and wine prepared for him to come home to so he can relax after his long day at the office. You made sure that Elizabeth 3rd, or what you like to call her Lady Elizabeth, was fed first and that her fur was brushed. You gave food to the guards because guilt entered your blood stream every night because they get little to no sleep.
You were folding laundry when you heard the door open. You dropped what you were doing and followed your heart. Laying your eyes on him, you jumped on him hoping for a passionate kiss. Sadly, you were met with him taking your arms off him.
“We need to talk” he walked to the living room and sat at the edge of the sofa “I need you to sign the confidentiallity agreement stating that you will not reveal our past relationship to the public nor to other businessmen” he pushed the stack of papers that were highlighted for your initials and signatures.
You grabbed the papers and you weren’t sure if it was heavy because it was a lot or because this is how much you relationship weighed to him. You got up and tried to find answers in his eyes but all you saw was winter. You stepped closer to him and he stepped back afraid that your rays of light will melt away the coldness he has formed around his heart.
“Jumin, I need you to explain to me whats going on! Why are you treating me like I’m some kind of business partner. I am your fucking girlfriend Jumin.”
“You mean was. Now stop being complicated and sign the papers so we can both go our separate ways. I’ll pack your belongings for you so you don’t need to worry and reminisce on the way to my room.” His long legs were going up the stairs and you cried out for him but he didn’t stop. You were running after him hoping to still hold on the love that the both of you once shared.
“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin” you cried out not noticing you missed a step. You prepared to feel a different type of pain but you felt coldness on your skin. You looked up and notice he isn’t the man that you fell in love with.
“How pathetic are you? Im telling you to leave and yet you are practically begging for me. Get it through the thick skull of yours (y/n). I mistaken my loneliness for love. I thought I loved you but I just liked the feeling of being wanted.”
*5 years later* *Jumins POV*
I took my wife’s hand while we made our way to her brothers dinner. His family lives in the United States so I haven’t had the opportunity to meet her dearest brother. I only know the basics of him that he owns a company and that he has a wife and two kids.
We rang the doorbell to be greeted by the maid and butler of the house. They took our coats and led us in. Their home was impressive to be quite frank. The decorations does seem rather familiar. While I was examining the decor and familiar fragrance led me to look at the stair way.
“Eisuke!!” my wife shrieked and ran up to him. I don’t blame her it must be hard not seeing your brother for over 10 years. He gave a cocky smirk and my wife led him to me. He was seizing me up and scoffed while giving me a handshake. I tighten my grip to wipe that smirk off his face and he tighten it as well. “Eisuke, where’s my sister in law and the babies!”
He turned his head to the side and pouted “She’s not done yet sister. She just loves making me wait” he sighed. My wife laughed and touched his shoulder “You don’t like waiting Eisuke, you must really love her”
“He does” I heard a voice from the top of the stairway. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I blinked a couple of times and it really is her. The woman I pushed away for my own selfish reasons. I looked towards Eisuke, my dear brother in law, and notice a sincere smile plastered on his face. She made her way down the stairs and went towards Eisuke and not even batting a single eyelash my way. “Im sorry I’m late my love” she gave him a peck on his lips.
He pouted again and she playfully slapped his shoulders. They both smiled and he brought her body closer to him “You know you are the only woman I would wait for” My heart gave me a sting and my wife noticed the sudden change in expression. She asked (y/n) to take me to the restroom and I followed her up the stairs. On the way to the restroom, I heard children laughing that was easily contagious. (Y/N) looked at me with her lovely eyes and motioned for me to follow her.
I entered a room covered in mint walls with stuffed animals and books perfectly place. I looked at the center of the room to see two children, fraternal twins in fact, playing with each other. We were staring at her kids play with each other and my body unconsciously moved closer to her. She stepped to the side to create the distance I once put. I then notice hands snake around her waist pulling her closer to Eisuke. He kissed her cheek and my thoughts were interrupted with my wife linking our arms together. She gave me a kiss on my cheek but I couldn’t stop my mind thinking that (y/n) is living the life that I’m suppose to live with her. Eisuke and my wife walked in front of us out of the children’s room and (y/n) looked at me “Crazy how I thought I was going to be your wife and now” she giggled “Im practically your sister in law. Life works a funny way.”
Her words stunned me. Yeah, life does work in a funny way.
Prompt: Bill is taking you to Sweden to see his family
Note: I got nothing. Enjoy. XD!
You were nervously fiddling with anything you could find in your reach. Your necklaces, your bracelets, going on the phone, scrolling through the channels in the small tvs, anything to avoid looking outside the window.
You were rather nervous since not only was this the first time you were on an airplane flying out of the country, but you were flying to see your boyfriend Bill Skarsgård’s family. Yes, the famous Swedish family of famous and well known actors were awaiting for your arrival.
This was the first time you’d be meeting them in person, obviously your boyfriend had told them about you a lot and how beautiful and sweet and kind you are. From what you knew Bill’s parents were Stellan and My Skarsgård who had give birth to his older brothers Alexander, Gustaf, and Sam before him and then his little sister Eija and his younger brother Valter.
You were bouncing your leg making the mistake of looking out the window at the dark clouds as the air plane shook from turbulence. You squeaked and gripped onto the arms of the chairs tightly taking sharp breaths.
You felt like you were about to have a panic attack. However a gentle, assuring hand took yours and you looked over to see Bill was looking at you concerned.
“You okay?” He asked.
You gulped and nodded. Bill knew this was your first time flying and gently brushed his thumb against your tense knuckles. Half an hour later the captain announced they were going to landing soon and you sighed in relief only to feel anxiety grow again about meeting the Skarsgård family.
What if they didn’t like you?
What if they thought you were ugly and open about it?
What if they would laugh about how Bill had decided to marry an American girl who didn’t even look pretty?
“Mm? I’m fine.” You lied.
“Your nervous about meeting my family, are you?” He said softly.
“A little…” You sighed.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve sent pictures and Mum said that I picked a beautiful women…and she wasn’t kidding.” Bill said continuing to brush your knuckles.
You blushed lightly at his comments and he chuckled since he liked to make you do that a lot. Sure enough you landed and just as expected Bill’s family were standing there waiting. As soon he walked over they started speaking in their foreign language making you shift uncomfortably, especially when Bill’s father pointed towards you.
“(Name), c'mere!” Bill called.
You nodded and went towards Bill’s side. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him making you feel a little comfortable.
“Hello, you must be (Name)?” My asked.
You nodded and she smiled before holding her hands out, “Welcome to the family.”
After the airport drive you and Bill were constantly asked questions about America and how your health and if you were married or a baby on the way (which really turned your face red). The whole time Bill was comfortingly holding your hand allowing you to quickly build some confidence to talk.
You finally arrived to the house and smiled when you noticed they had a trampoline and a pool with a hot tub. You wanted to jump off the trampoline into the pool but pretended not to notice them since this was someone else’s home.
It was more of a mansion-home then a house-home really. Alex was a gentleman and offered to take your suitcase which you accepted since you knew he was just trying to show off to his parents. As soon as you walked in you took your shoes off and Bill lead you around letting you know where the bathrooms and offices and other rooms were.
He finally arrived to his room and sighed as he looked at all of it. Old band posters hung on the wall, the bed was tucked and pressed wrinkle free, a computer with a desk in the corner, two walk in closets, and a beautiful view outside the window.
You walked over to sit on the bed and stare in awe at the crystal clear water in the pool that looked like it came from the Mediterranean Sea. You were in so much awe you didn’t realize Bill was kissing your cheek to get your attention.
You turned towards him and saw him smile, “Sorry about that with my mother. She’s a bit of a pain when it comes to wanting kids and being a grandmother.”
“Well maybe if you kneel down and ask the question I’ll accept.” You teased.
“Me kneel?” Bill scoffed pushing your shoulder gently.
You giggled as you two got into a play fight as he was gently trying to wrestle you to the bed. Eventually he had you pinned down by your wrists and he was sitting on your waist leaning over you.
You were giggling uncontrollably well Bill was breathing heavily from the struggle you put up. It was like one man trying to wrestle and pin down a snake.
“Does the winner get a prize?” He asked.
“Mmm. Depends if he deserves it or not.” You replied.
Bill laughed and leaned down to kiss you. After a few seconds he let go of your wrists to lean more on his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer.
“Hey, I know mom wants a kid but you don’t have to listen to her.”
Bill quickly broke away to turn and see his brother Valter was standing there grinning like a cat. Bill threw a pillow towards him yelling at him to get out and his little brother laughed and said, “Alright, alright I’m going. I just came up here cuz Mum wants us down for dinner.”
With that Bills brother walked off leaving you two alone. Bill climbed off of you and helped you up before fixing your hair for you so it didn’t look like you were thinking of fulfilling Bills mothers wishes.
Bill was kind enough to lead you down to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Dishes were already served and it looked like a professional restaurant meal where the soup costs $30. Also you thought it was ironic the meal was Swedish meatballs on top of egg noddles with that light gravy.
You wanted to try Swedish food but…I guess that counted.
Definitely tasted better than the frozen boxed Swedish meatballs you can find in the frozen aisle section. When dinner was over you and Bill headed back upstairs and this time he lead you to your room which was the guest room.
It was just 3 doors down (heh, accidental references/puns :3 and wasn’t as big as his room but it was still much bigger than the normal houses guest rooms. There was a bathroom with a glass shower, a queen sized bed, a giant flat screen tv, and along with your suitcase Alex took, was a tacky shirt laying on the bed that said “I ❤️Sweden”.
You and Bill chuckled at it and you sat down on the oversized bed liking the smoothness of the silk sheets.
“Sorry about my family they’re…..strange, and just happy you had came here.” He apologized.
“Are you kidding me I love your family. I’m just happy they accepted me in.” You replied opening your suitcase.
You were just checking to make sure you had everything from your toiletries to your lingerie (that Bill was eyeing in a perverted way) and especially of course your clothes. Everything was in order and you had enough clothes to stay for 3 days as planned. Bill was lucky since he still had clothes over so all he needed to bring was a duffel bag with a few clothes and supplies.
“Well I’ll be in my room if you need anything okay?” He asked kissing your head.
“Okay.” You replied with a smile.
Later on it was midnight and you were in your guest room but you just couldn’t sleep due to that natural instinct of your brain wanting to remain awake since you were in new surroundings. You tossed and turned but you couldn’t sleep and you didn’t want to bug Bill and wake him up.
You guessed you were just used to sleeping with him at night. Grunting and groaning you climbed out of bed and trudged down the hallway trying to be quiet to not wake anyone up. You arrived to Bill’s door and gently turned it to see he was asleep snoring quietly.
You quietly shut the door and tiptoed to his bed before climbing in right next to him without trying to wake him up. A few minutes later you still couldn’t sleep and you were starting to get frustrated.
You tired that old trick of counting sheep but that didn’t help much either. When you were on sheep 236 you heard Bill’s voice laced with sleep asking, “What are you doing in my bed?”
You rolled over to face him and sighed softly before explaining, “I couldn’t sleep. I tried everything but nothing worked.”
“C'mere.” Bill said opening his arms.
You scooched over to his hug and as soon as his arms wrapped around you, you instantly felt like you were home. Sweden was Bill’s home, your home was in America, but in truth both of your homes were when you were in each others arms.
You snuggled close to him and smiled when you felt him gently kiss your forehead well stroking your hair.
The next couple of days Bill took you around Sweden to see the country. It was such a beautiful and perfect day to go to the beach and splash around in the water. You visited other famous tourist landmarks and went hiking and it was so perfect.
You even tried so many Swedish foods you never heard of before. As much as you loved it here and as much as you loved Bill’s family you sadly had to leave but you had gotten a few souvenirs to remember this place.
The plane ride home was thankfully less terrifying and shaky and you just leaned on Bills shoulder who was satisfied he had gotten his parent’s blessing to finally call you his for the rest of your life….
“Your breath smells like a sheep’s butt.”
“…..love you too.”
Epilogue: Last of isthecomets requests are done so now I can work on the others. I love getting requests from you guys. You guys are awesome for loving Bill. And thanx for reading! =3!
whats so weird abt the taz finale is…like…were all so anxious and nervous like “god griffin dont hurt us too bad w this end!” or “cant wait for griffin to fucking kill me!“ and like…i know yall are tired of "taz fans are relocated homestucks” commentary but i honest to god think its because were comparing taz to homestuck
like when homestuck updated, it was something to fear. whos gonna die this time? whos going grimdark? whos breaking the game from the inside?
there was always something to be fearful of
but taz is…different and i dont think any of us have really gotten past homestuck to see that yet
the taz finale isnt something we should fear, griffin doesnt want to hurt us, this isnt a story of doom and destruction and death, its a story of hope
its honestly one of the most optimistic stories about the apocalypse ive ever seen
dont get me wrong, i loved homestuck, but this finale, compared to act 7, isnt something we should all be worried about or scared for…
griffin mcelroy isnt breaking into our homes to beat us over the head with an upd8
griffin mcelroy is pulling up an extra chair to his figurative dinner table with his brothers and dad and saying “hey! this thing we worked on for so many years, were finally finishing it! hang out for a while and listen, maybe?” and offering you a big plate of pizza rolls
this isnt like when a tv show ends and your afraid of the writers adding some big unnecessary twist to the ending for shock value…griffin has built up this world to make us happy, and i honestly cant see it being something that would upset us or anger us or any of those things. i think it will be beautiful and exactly what we all have truly wanted out of this show: hopeful
There are wars happening in other worlds, but they are other people’s wars. This is your war: your war is a search. Your war is chasing and being chased. Your war is unblemished fingers and smoothed-away scars, the same blooming of a bruise over your best friend’s eye. You are never dead. You are always young.
Your war leaves no room for casualties.
Here is what you have learned: everywhere in the multiverse is exactly the same. Here are the cities, here are the towns and the people who live in the towns, or the people-analogues who live in the town-analogues, the point of the metaphor being that everything exists in relation to everything else. Infinite verisimilitude. Here are the worlds that resemble the world that you were born on, the one that some of you don’t remember.
“I was twenty when we left,” your other best friend says to you. “I’m still twenty, I guess. It was a long time ago.”
She had only just finished school, she says to you. She had gone out to dinner with her friends to celebrate, and the next day she had pulled on her red jacket and then there was the press conference and boarding the ship. She talks about it like it happened in another life. It did happen in another life, not this life where she does not age (she should be old, she says to you) and you do not age and the two of you watch old movies on the couch in the living room and your brother walks in and lies across the two of you and you push him off the couch and your best friend laughs.
The world narrows to a ship, a set of rooms not meant for long-term cohabitation, four bedrooms that you swap between the seven of you. You and your brother, you and your other best friend, you and your boyfriend. The world narrows to the way your best friend laughs, your captain’s voice over the intercom, quiet conversations with your boyfriend in the dead of the night. Night-analogue. Time is a concept for other people.
You have: 365 days, 24 hours, 60 minutes — ship’s time. The years pass differently on different planets. Orbits are different. Mathematics is different. The slicing of time changes with every new world. You celebrate alien holidays. You wear alien clothing. You are the aliens.
Your brother stopped learning math thirty-something years ago. You’ve stopped learning how to read, mostly. Your brother and you race through worlds like playgrounds. It’s hard to see the worlds as anything but temporary constructs. Here are the only real things in existence: the Starblaster, the Hunger, the seven of you sitting at dinner that your brother has cooked, talking about what you are going to do next. The long stretches of time between world and world, like a breath held in the lungs, just waiting to land and search and run. Your days not filled with desperation.
There are the good times: Shooting ranges and fireworks and water gun fights. Sunrises across orange skies, passing a wine bottle from hand to mouth to hand on the bank of a foreign river, board game nights and watching old tv recordings from planets that no longer exist. The comfort of company, here are seven hearts that have learned to beat like one.
The best times: sixty years and you look at the man standing next to you and realize that maybe a perfect love does exist. You are not sorry that you made him wait. He says he regrets not asking sooner. You say no, no this was right. It was the only way this could have gone, sixty years to wear the edges off your sharpness, sixty years to build him solid and secure. No other world where you meet as equals.
In another world your boyfriend is old and you are in the prime of your youth and the two of you never intersected.
All planets look the same when being assimilated into the black. You do not dream about it. You sleep and you wake and you dream about the kaleidoscopic everywhere that no longer exists for you, face pointed forward, no turning back.
Everything in the world is always the same. The ship, the crew. The world is never the same, planet and planet and planet like a row of dominos knocked down one after another.
If you stop running everything dies. If you keep running you will eventually stop. You are fighting a war against an enemy that does not die. You are always dying.
You drape yourself over your boyfriend’s shoulders. He puts his hand over your hand and laces your fingers together.
Summary: You and Tom take on the first trimester (plus a couple weeks) of your pregnancy.
-so Tom has to leave when you’re 6 weeks pregnant to go shoot for 3 months but honestly you’re glad it was scheduled for the beginning so he’ll be home when doing day-to-day activities gets harder
-you want to tell your immediate family in person before he leaves so you go down to your hometown to tell your parents together. You facetime your siblings, and your mom’s crying and she won’t stop hugging you and your dad’s congratulating Tom and clapping him on the back like dads do and your siblings are SCREAMING over the phone
So we all know that Kimberly Hart can’t cook to save her life. She basically burns everything she touches or it’s just flat out terrible. It’s essentially indisputable fact. But picture, if you will:
It’s a few weeks after Rita. Kim and Trini have been hanging out a lot (donut dates, study dates, sleepless sleepovers) and Trini’s started to develop a major crush on the pink ranger. Said girl is a little clueless and far too affectionate with her new best friend (RIP Trini).
Kim invites Trini over one night because her parents are away on vacation or something and she had felt spontaneous and decided to cook something. Trini pops over and watches Kim flit about the kitchen with hearts in her eyes. Kim is being her usual flirtatious and cheeky self and Trini’s surprisingly matching her stride for stride, successfully flirting back and teasing the other girl. Kim spoons some sauce and feeds it to Trini.
And poor Trini’s too focused on the way Kim’s biting her lip and how close she is, she doesn’t hesitate to take a bite. And almost immediately chokes.
It’s absolutely disgusting.
First instinct is to find the nearest trash and burn the leftovers, but Kim’s watching her with the most hopeful look in her eyes and an almost shy smile and Trini just can’t. So she smiles around a mouthful of mush and swallows hard. It’s almost worth it just to see Kim smile like that at her and she doesn’t turn down every subsequent bite just to keep Kim smiling.
By the time she finally makes it home she’d eaten half of Kim’s mystery meal and she has to spend the night in the bathroom. (Almost worth it)
A few days later Kim invites Trini over for dinner with Kim’s whole family, whom she’s met a few times before since the Harts are a tightly knit family and absolutely love Trini (for reasons she has yet to understand). During dinner one of Kim’s older brother Ravi brings up Kim’s terrible cooking. Kim says she made food the other night and Trini ate it just fine. Everyone stops and watches as Trini’s face goes beat red and jaws drop.
“Whoa. True love really does exist.” -Kala (Kim’s older sister). Ravi starts slow clapping and Ted Hart tells Trini she’s got incredible endurance. Trini spends the rest of the dinner staring at her plate and avoiding Kim’s eye.
Later when Kim drags Trini out her window (because doors? what doors?) and they’re out at one of Kim’s spots in the mountains, she asks Trini why she ate the food if it was that bad. Trini stumbles a little but finally says that she didn’t want to hurt Kim’s feelings and admits she liked the way Kim smiled at her.
Trini’s ready for the ground to swallow her whole and never show her face ever again. What she’s not ready for is the sound of Kim laughing, hearty and wholesome, and she laughs until tears trek down her cheeks and she can’t breathe. Trini’s face is hot and she huffs, a little annoyed that Kim’s laughing at her, but Kim shakes her head and grabs Trini’s burning cheeks and pulls her close so.
“I can’t believe you put up with food poisoning just because you like me. I think I’m obligated to marry you now.”
Trini’s shook. Kim laughs and kisses her. They spend the rest of the night making out under the stars.
Trini tries to teach Kim how to cook
they somehow melt a metal pot and the stove explodes
Trini makes authentic enchiladas for the Harts
Ravi: “Kimmy, please marry this girl.”
Kim *smirking*: “Probably.”
No one’s surprised (And Maddy wins the bet on when Kim would come out/admit she was dating Trini)
jackson and maggie are step-siblings for fuck sake, why are they suppose to be a thing and from where??? are we also going to ignore the whole japril ep??? like honestly derek rising from the dead would be more realistic than jackson and maggie being a thing
“IMAGINE SITTING IN THE EATING HALL WITH SAXON MEN AND TEASING THEM WITH IVAR
warning, long and sexual talking.
you giggled loudly as ivar took the grape from your fingers, nipping you in the process.
currently, you, ivar, and his brothers were sitting in a large hall, waiting for the king to arrive. but you weren’t alone, you were joined by saxons, who were also eagerly waiting for their king.
ivar hummed throatily as the juice of the grape ran down his chin. you licked your lips as you slowly leaned in and sucked the juice from his skin.
ivar moaned out a laugh as he grabbed your face and kissed you, slipping his tongue in your mouth and giving you a taste.
as you two started to kiss, the saxon men watched in disgust. they would never touch their wives like this in front of anyone, really.
but no matter how disgusting the two of you were. they couldn’t look away.
they way you touched each other, the way you looked at each other with pure undoubting lust and love, it was almost foreign to them to see such sinful acts being used out in the open.
ivar wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer, lifting the skirt of your dress, showing off more of your thick, muscled thigh to the saxon men.
when ivar bit at the bottom of your lip, dragging it between his teeth, that’s when one of the saxon men spoke.
“how do you do that?” he asked, his voice laced with disgust.
you and ivar slowly looked at the man, a lust and angered look in your eyes, making the men feel belittled and fearful.
ivar leaned back in his chair, taking you with him you laying your head in the crook of his neck smiling seductively.
“do what?” ivar asked with a shrug, speaking the English language.
another saxon man started to wave his hand around crazily, motioning to the couple.
“THAT!, lay all over each other, practically making love out in the-” the man could barely get his words out as ivar and you started to laugh loudly in the hall. you spoke next.
“well, yes. that’s what it is called”.
ivar and you now had tears in your eyes as you laughed, your chests shaking against each other as you tried to contain your laughter.
“not where we are from” you said with a light chuckle running your hand up and down ivars chest.
“well, what do you call it then?”.
almost all the saxons in the room choked on their saliva at ivars harsh choice of words.
“i beg your-”.
“would you rather prefer breeding?” ivar asked teasing the men. all the men were stunned silent, you meanwhile you were laughing your ass off.
“listen, this here” ivar paused rubbing his hands up and down your hips and legs.
“is my woman, i do with her what i please, i fuck her, not you. sometimes i don’t even fuck her, sometimes i take her over my knee and slap her ass so hard red marks are there for day on end. sometimes she gets me off at the dinner table while my brothers are around. we do what we please, we are sorry we cannot keep our legs together until we are married” ivar said making you giggle and lean more into his touch.
the men didn’t know what to say after that. and they didn’t have time to.
ivar reached his hand down, his hand disappearing under your dress, he then started rubbing your sex, his eyes trained on the men, as were yours.
all the saxon men couldn’t deny how tight their pants got at the sight and sound of you moaning. you threw your head back against ivars shoulder as he pleasured you.
the saxons jaws were dropped, and their eyes wide, how could you two touch each other so shamelessly?.
suddenly, footsteps were heard.
ivar groaned and pulled his hand away and brought it out from your dress.
the saxons could see the wet slick glistening on ivars fingers, all the men licking their lips unconsciously.
ivar smirked, bringing his hand up high and slowly slipped his fingers in your mouth. you moaned around his fingers at the taste, making eye contact with the saxons.
ivar then slipped the fingers from your mouth and kissed you quick, giving himself a taste as well.
the door opened revealing the king. ivar and you turned your head towards the men, ivar was smirking, whilst you smiled and gave them a little wink, whispering
hey guys!! sorry it was so long and sorry if it sucked!! i hope you liked it though!!
“I thought women weren’t supposed to get their periods when they were pregnant,” Harry whispered into Sam’s ear as they sat around the dining table, noting the blood stain on the back of your light wash jeans as you stood peeling carrots with Paddy at the kitchen counter, your backs turned towards them. Sam shook his head, leaning away from Harry and towards his mother. He nudged her with his elbow, disrupting her conversation with his father.
“Mum, she’s bleeding,” Sam said quietly, nodding his head in your direction. Her eyes widened as she acknowledged the bleeding and stood up quickly, the wooden chair scraping along the kitchen tiles, waking Tessa from her nap on the floor. She shrugged her cardigan off as she came up behind you and wrapped it around your waist. “Sweetheart,” she whispered calmly in your ear. “Come upstairs, love.” You dropped the half-peeled carrot onto the chopping board, Sam standing up to take over the task as Nikki took you into her bedroom, still confused as to why you now had her cardigan around you, the knot she tied resting just below your swollen belly. “Honey, you’re bleeding, did you know you were bleeding?” She asked. The panic in your eyes told her you didn’t. “Don’t panic, love, don’t panic.” She sat you down on her bed as she fumbled in her drawers for some spare trousers for you to wear. “Put these on sweetheart, I’ve got sanitary towels in the cupboard under the sink, okay?” You nodded. “Are you feeling any pain, sweetie?” She asked. Her voice was gentle, reassuring you with her soothing tone, like your own mother’s had sounded when you were a child.
Ever since Tom had brought you home all those years ago, Nikki had warmed to you immediately, treating you as her own daughter, finally having some female company. You were grateful, since your own mother had passed away years before you’d met Tom. She filled a mother shaped space in your life, and even though she could never compare to your own sweet mother, Nikki was the next best thing.
“No, no,” you half stuttered. “I didn’t even know I was bleeding.” Your voice was shaky and your throat was dry. You could almost hear your heart pounding through your chest. “Alright, listen,” she sat down next to you. “I’m going to drive you to the hospital okay? I’m sure it’s going to be nothing, some women bleed sometimes during pregnancy but we’ll just get you checked out okay. You haven’t had a bleed before since you found out you were pregnant?” You shook your head, biting down on your lip to try and stop the tears. Nikki smiled at you, some sadness in her eyes, as she pulled you into a hug. “It’s alright.” “You should phone Tom,” you said, your voice coming out as a whisper. “I will do, poppet. Go and get changed, I’ll try and get hold of him.”