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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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Okay so, I'm sure it's been kinda obvious I've been down with writer's block due to the lack of actual content on my blog recently, but somehow while scrolling through Tumblr I came upon @tsuisute 's art of Lilia wearing a rather risque bat lingerie and somehow something in my self-doubting brain clicked and I came up with this short fic. It starts off pretty angsty and I'm not sure when part two is going to come out but basically it's Lilia coping with his young s/o going through a really low point in their lives but yeah, I'm sorry if this turned out kinda flat cause my writing gears are still pretty rustic but I couldn't get it out of my head until I started writing it down. So, hopefully it's good enough! 💖💖

Safe and Sound

Summary: A slight rise in detachment and tension has been visible in you lately and being the ever observant Fae he is,Lilia has a hunch it has to do with your work as a medical mage working in devastating war fractions. He tries to reach out to you, but you keep your distance. At the end of it all, will this cause a bigger gap in your relationship or will it bring the two of you closer?

Part One: To push away one's heart.

The door to the age old manor, closed heavily behind you. The after echo of your footsteps shuffling inside softly whispering into the ancestral walls.

It was odd to have come home to such a quiet place after staying a whole day at a warring border. You felt out of place,detached even. As if this house you grew up in felt horribly unfamiliar. Sometimes it scared you, and sometimes it made you sad. Either way, you tended to avoid anyone in the household from interacting with you after your working hours.

Well,you tried your best to avoid everyone at least. Lilia would always be an exception, and not because you didn't have the heart to ignore him but instead you couldn't ignore him. He'd flock right over to you the moment he'd know you were home and then anything you said to make him leave failed.

He'd always had a mind of his own after all. Things people said went through his head but it didn't necessarily mean he'd take them into consideration. It all came down to the fact that Lilia was always the one with wisdom and truth, he's lived long enough to write books on it, so maybe in a way him interrupting your Isolation was a good omen in disguise, but still, it had you gritting your teeth each time he came up to pull you in an embrace or pat your head.

Today seemed to be no different, as you made your way to the staircase and saw Lilia waiting at the top of it with his usual beaming grin.

You didn't want to meet his gaze then. Something inside of you churned and boiled at seeing someone be so comfortable and gleeful.

"Welcome back,little lantern!" Lilia greeted,his deep red eyes sharing the smile he wore on his lips.

You felt your brows furrowed, but answered him with a slight nod. "Where's Silver and Malleus?", you asked as your bristled pass him at the top stairs and headed for the hallways that lead to the rows of bedrooms. Lilia followed behind you.

"They've gone off, somewhere,well, Malleus went off somewhere then Silver went to go look for him"

"Sebek?", You glanced over your shoulder. Lilia lent a smile your way.

"Training, as always. He wanted to tag along with Silver, but he has a competition later this month, Silver told him to stay and practice"

You let out a small hum, your pace absent as you walked right pass your bedroom door and Lilia had to tell you you had missed it. And as he went to push open your door, your limbs felt forlorn and worn out. There was such a strong urge to simply just fall flat onto your bedroom floor and pass out, but Lilia kept his careful gaze on you and ushered you inside the room, with your bag already in his grip.

Years living with him, and you still couldn't fathom how he did certain things without being noticed.

"A whole day and you've already forgotten where you sleep. Tsk,tsk,tsk...my little lantern has lost their touch of home"

With your back to him as you took off your jacket, Lilia came and wrapped his arms around your waist,the sudden warmth of his body pressing up against you causing you to go stiff.

"Lilia–"

"You should stay home for the week". He murmured,soft and low it sounded almost as if he was pleading.

You placed your hands over his on your waist.

"I can't. They're already short handed over at the border, and even if I am just a medic, it'd be too chaotic to just leave them like that"

"You need your rest, lantern"

"Then leave me alone."

The words left you bitter and taut. A string of unsaid wounds lingering at the back of each enunciation you gritted your teeth on. Your hands clenched over his and the way your chest heaved gave the impression that you could hardly take in another breath.

Lilia released you, and you walked over to your desk and sat down. Your head hurt, and your heart didn't seem to know why it was aching.

"I just need to be alone is all. I don't need you to dote over me,Lilia,I just..."

What did you want? Peace maybe. After seeing all that bloodshed in a single land while its people dropped dead like flies, two years working as a medical mage felt like an eternity of attempting to save people who had half of their bodies blown off as they cried and begged and sputtered out blood.

You wished you'd gone blind, but then again the screaming would have haunted you all the same.

Warring fractions were just a few in the Fae Kingdom, mostly because the lands and people involved in it would've died out before help could even reach them, but still, those that remained became cursed and bloody. A sight you wished you could burn out from your very thoughts.

You never had talent like Silver or Sebek, let alone Malleus himself, but Lilia said you always had a knack for healing, always being the caretaker even amongst your peers. Thus, you dedicated yourself to the one thing you were good at and became an active medical mage. From in-house check ups to risking your neck at war borders, you did what you could and suffered from what you couldn't.

You wanted to save everyone on the field, dying or not,but too many times you saw that hope of yours crushed right before your eyes, and it took its toll on you. At night, you hear the warning sirens and in the morning when you wake up, you dreaded to see the smiling faces of your companions, because you've started to wonder if by horrible fate itself, they laid dying in front of you, could you actually help them?

Vehemently, you pushed back the cry burning in your throat and shut your eyes tight.

'Forget it' . You told yourself. 'You don't have to remember. Just forget.'

It hurt for Lilia to watch you then. Something other than paternal grief overwhelming him. He'd known you've been dragging your own spirit down for a while now, but you were so adamant on avoiding the topic, he hesitated on confronting you about it. After all, it was your pain, your own sorrows, who was he to demand you to show him the scars and wounds you hid away?

He wanted to help you, to do anything he could to soothe your ache. But he couldn't do a single thing if you wouldn't let him.

"I'll leave you be then" Lilia said,soft and endearing, almost as if he was cooing to a child. "Rest well,my little lantern"

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endlessdelirium · 3 years

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Nothing to see here (or "We can't stop here. This is Bat Country!)

Hello from The Void! How did you get here? Well, I probably liked one of your posts, or I read something you posted that really resonated with me to the point that I broke my silence and actually responded (instead of just lurking like a creepy ghost). Or you're probably like a creepy ghost yourself and saw my username enough times or read one of my comments that made you wonder just who is this moron spouting off all this nonsense? Either way, you thought you'd check out my account and return the favor, or something, I really have no idea why you're here lol.

The thing is, I made this account years ago. I had a couple of irl friends who also had accounts, so I followed them plus a handful of other people from my interests back then. And it was great for awhile, until social media fatigue set in. This was nothing new. There'd be new social media sites that would be trendy for a time, and I'd be curious enough to try it for awhile, until I realize lol I'm not a very social person irl, why would I be better at it online? So I start losing interest until I eventually stop checking in. Even now, I am barely on any social media sites. I keep my Facebook account active because that's pretty much the only way people could get in touch with me if they don't have my number, and I'm on Reddit all the time but I barely post/comment there as well and just mostly lurk (like a creepy, creepy ghost wooohhh. Nah, but seriously, social anxiety is a real bitch!) Other than that, I practically have zero social media presence.

So I'm pretty much done with Tumblr... until Haikyuu dragged me back in. I can't really remember when I entered the fandom, I think I started watching sometime in late 2018 and I've been obsessing ever since. Reading the manga wasn't enough, I wanted more content. The Reddit sub was okay... for awhile. Eventually I wandered back into the wastelands of Twitter and Tumblr, all in my pursuit of extra Haikyuu juice. Yes, there's no point denying it, I'm pretty much an addict at this point. Stop judging me.

The thing is, I'm also incredibly lazy. I didn't see the point of creating new accounts when my old ones are still serviceable. For all intents and purposes, this account is pretty much dead. It's just, sometimes (okay, lots of times) I would scroll through Haikyuu tags and I would find something funny, insightful, pretty, interesting that I just have to like it (or is it hearting something? Sorry, I'm not really well versed in Tumblr lingo anymore) or leave a comment to show my appreciation. Which is all well and good, it's just lately a couple of people have been following my account, which isn't terrible per se, I just find it a bit weird since I haven't posted anything new in years. Really, the only thing I updated was my profile pic, since my account was supposed to be a personal one, and wasn't supposed to be dedicated to just a specific fandom so the pic I originally used was one of my irl head which is just... ick! I don't know what I was thinking. So I changed it because I didn't want to frighten anyone by manifesting my mug in their notifications, and really Hinata's head is infinitely better than my head so it can only be an improvement for my account.

Other than that, I pretty much left everything as is. I didn't have the heart to delete everything. In a way, it's kind of like a time capsule for me, still, I don't really recognize the me who made these posts anymore. I mean, I don't have amnesia or anything. I sorta remember them, but since they were made by a younger version of me, one with different interests and obsessions (I mean still share some of these things with this person, it's just a lot has changed as well, and I've since changed my opinion about some things) there's a sort of detachment as well. Which is why it feels like receiving a jolt of electricity everytime I get a new notification that someone has liked a picture or post. It's like "Huh?", I sort of remember the post, but also not really since it was litterally from years ago made by a younger and more naive me. "Okay, I guess?" is all I can say at the end.

So, what now? I still don't want delete my posts. Even though it kind of weirds me out now, I still like having it as a record. Like "Hey, this was ME! Wasn't I weird? I mean, I'm still weird, but in a slightly different way. Anyway, wasn't I a riot?" I also don't feel like making a new account. I still don't really consider myself active in these parts. I just like scrolling through my tags of interest (like a creepy stalker), liking awesome fan arts, and leaving a comment or two when I couldn't contain myself anymore and I just had to say something. I've also thought about re-blogging things sometimes, but I feel that would tip my account back into a semi-active state, and I don't feel like it just yet. Maybe in the future. For now I kinda like keeping my account as is, as a time capsule when I was still active here.

So, where does that leave you? I still don't really know why you're here, but you're welcome to have a look around. Just remember you're looking at an old account and it would help if you view it like a window to the past. I don't mind if you like anything, just know I only have vague memories of making any of those posts so I can't really discuss any of them now. If you're okay with all of that, then make yourself at home... or not, I'm not the boss of you lol.

Anyway, you're still here? And you read everything? Why? I mean, wow, what a trooper! I gotta reward you with something. You know what, here's a picture of Hinata. Did I draw it? Of course not, don't be silly! I like art, but unfortunately art doesn't like me so I can't draw to save my life. So this here's just regular manga panels of Hinata. But not just any Hinata, it's Third Year Hinata! Why? Why not? I see many itenerations of Hinata on Tumblr including Brazil Hinata, but for some reason I don't see Third Year Hinata get as much love on here. I don't really get it. He is so precious. So here he is!

Bonus: The Duality of Hinata

Thanks for stopping by. Have a nice day!

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leonaluv · 3 years

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Beautiful soul! 💜

First of all, sorry for the delayed feedback, I didn't get the notification of your reply :( and, funnily enough, I saw my own blog's name when scrolling through the dash, so that's how I saw you answered me. I hope Tumblr fixes this problem. Lately there have been a lot of people in your situation and it's so frustrating seeing it. I don't get why this happen.

But, anyway, I just want to let you know that I'm so so happy and grateful that you did my ask!

I can't stop smiling since I've read your reading. My future spouse is a dream, thank you so much! It's not the first time someone mentions that he is an extrovert and omg how cool is that because I'm an introvert and, well,.. I would prefer my partner to be different in that sense, so knowing he actually is makes me happy.

And the rest of his description... I'm already in love here. 😂

You are always so lovely with us, such a kind person, and always put a lot of effort in making personalized boards and giving free readings. This game was so original, thanks for letting me join it.

Thank you for your time and energy, I appreciate you so so much! 💫

I just realized that I need to go back and @ people to see if they can get their message 😫.

Yes, another reader I like is in this postion and had to stop posting content .

I try be a little nice 😣and again apperiacte you for sending this feedback .

Such nice thoughts will do wonders to help someone like me feel good . Thank you for taking the time to do 😚🍨.

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maliagf · 4 years

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bittersweet | 25

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: wow, did I actually stick to my promise of updating more often? I guess so. hope you enjoyed this chapter and please tell me what you thought! warnings: mentions of a psychiatric hospital, violence, and angst. wordcount: 1756

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Stiles

I exchanged a sad look with my dad as he pulled the car up in front of Eichen House, neither of us knowing what to say. So instead we opened the doors and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

I stared up at the building. It was scary as shit. Like something straight out of a horror movie. Normally it would be the last place I wanted to go to. But I knew this was for the best for everyone else.

I felt dad's stare on the back of my neck. This was probably the last thing he wanted to do as well, but at least he respected my choice.

I brought my gaze away from the building when I heard rapid footsteps approaching, followed by the sound of a motorbike. The motorbike pulled up first. A sigh escaped my lips as I saw who it was. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid.

As Scott pulled off his helmet, Valerie appeared beside him, the sound of her footsteps coming to a stop. She braced her hands on her knees and wheezed, trying to regain her breath. Had she really ran all the way here for me?

Scott quickly got off his bike, Valerie following behind him, though still a bit out of breath. Scott looked between me and my dad quickly before asking, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this," said dad seriously.

"It's only 72 hours," I said.

Valerie turned to me, her facial expression both incredulous and angry. "This is the same place where Barrow came from," she cried. "The guy who had a tumor full of flies and tried to kill me!"

I looked down at the ground. I just couldn't bear looking at her face any longer. It killed me. Cause all I could do was think of what I'd done while possessed, how I'd hurt her, and how good it felt to do so.

"You don't know everything yet," said Scott, his desperate eyes locked on my dad.

"I know enough. Nogitsunes, kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called."

"No, that's actually all surprisingly correct," I said.

"Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's... And it terrifies me. I'm headed down to L.A tomorrow to talk to a specialist."

Valerie snorted. "Wow, you found a specialist of evil, Japanese fox-spirits who has the ability to fake diseases?" she said, crossing her arms. "The fact that it looked exactly like your wife's proves that it was just a trick. You don't have to be a medical expert to figure out that that's impossible! This is just another trick to mess with your heads, and leaving for L.A and checking your son into a psychiatric hospital isn't going to solve any of that!" Valerie's voice raised with every word, though she managed to compose herself enough to not start screaming. I could see the angry flare behind her eyes. I needed to redirect that anger towards me. I'm the one who deserved it.

"He's not putting me in here," I said. "I am. This was my decision." Valerie turned to me, the anger in her eyes being replaced by shock and, if I wasn't mistaken – hurt.

"Stiles," said Scott gently, "we can't help you if you're in there." I didn't know which was worse, Valerie's hurt or Scott's sadness.

"And I can't hurt you."

Scott seemed caught off guard, but he immediately recomposed himself, the desperation in his eyes growing as he continued. "Deaton's got some ideas, Argent's calling people... We're gonna find something. And if we can't-"

"If you can't... If you can't, then you have to do something for me, okay? Make sure I never get out."

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Valerie

Just as Kira was about to knock, Scott appeared on the other side of the door. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw us through the window of the back-door.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked after opening the door.

"We wanna help," I said as I walked into the house. Kira following after me.

"Not sure that's such a good idea," said Scott as he closed the door after us.

"Because of my mother?" Kira whispered, keeping her gaze on the floor.

Scott shook his head. "No. I know that's not your fault."

"Yeah, but it still feels like it is." Kira glanced at me before looking back at Scott. "And if we can help, shouldn't we?"

"People who help us usually end up getting hurt. Badly," said Scott. If he hoped that would scare us off he was dead wrong.

"Yeah, but we've been practicing," I said.

Scott furrowed his brows. "Practicing what?"

"We've been picking this up really fast," said Kira, pulling the case off of her shoulder.

I nodded. "Like crazy fast."

Kira pulled the katana out of the case, almost impaling Scott in the process. Luckily, Scott's supernatural reflexes allowed him to lean back in time.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

“Sorry. Watch.” Kira turned to me and I pulled out my sword as well. We started swinging our swords at each other. Blocking, ducking, the whole deal. We let out instincts take over and fight for us. We were totally on the same page, in perfect sync. There was a mutual trust between us that surprised me the first time I noticed it when we were practicing earlier. We were both 100% confident that the other wouldn’t hurt us. Even describing what we were doing as fighting didn’t feel right. It resembled more a dance than a fight.

Maybe Kira could really be a true friend. I hadn’t dared to think that this would happen so soon after Erica’s death. And yet – it did.

We finished our dance by striking dramatic poses like we were in a fucking anime or something. We turned towards Scott, who’s expression could only be described as awe.

"Okay. You're coming."

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Kira and I sat hunched together next to Scott and Allison in between two police cruisers. Scott had explained the plan to us several times, to make sure we didn't forget it. Now I'm pretty sure I could recite it in my sleep.

Inside the delivery-van was a silver finger that contained a scroll with information on how to exorcise a nogitsune. When the coast was clear, Kira and I were supposed to put a tracker on the van. Ethan and Aiden would then meet the van in the middle of the road, pretending that their bikes were broken, and while they distracted them, we were supposed to break into the van and steal the scroll without being noticed.

Easy enough.

Allison turned to face Kira and I. "You're up," she said.

Kira and I exchanged looks before sneaking out from between the cars and running towards the van. We attached the tracker, and just as we were about to run back, we heard the back-door tp the station open. We exchanged panicked looks before quickly crawling to hide behind the other side of the truck.

We heard the deputy open the passenger-door, before walking around to the back of the truck. If he only turned around, he would see us.

But then, the backdoors to the van opened, and a big guy with a shaved head jumped out and dunked the deputy's head against the metal-door, effectively knocking him out.

This could not be good.

We watched as Scott and Allison approached the man as he rummaged through the contents of the van, Allison's crossbow raised. Kira nudged me, and I could read in her eyes that she had a plan. She gestured her head up towards the van's roof, and I understood what she was saying. I nodded and Kira walked towards the back so she could climb up easier, and I stood up, edging towards the corner of the van, ready to jump out.

"We need that finger," said Scott, alerting Bad Guy Number Two to their presence. As he turned towards them, I could see the silver finger we needed in his hand.

Bad Guy Number Two grinned. "Why should I give it to you?"

"There's a briefcase in there with $150,000 in it," said Allison.

"The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million," Bad Guy Number Two argued, making a decent point. I just kept my eyes on Kira on top of the van's roof, waiting for her to make her move so that I could follow.

Scott tried putting on his best alpha-face. "Give me the finger," he said. Bad Guy Number Two raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

With that, Kira jumped off of the roof and onto the guy's back. I flew out from behind the van, jumping at him from the side. But he just threw Kira off of him and immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me in the same direction.

"I guess negotiations are over."

Everything happened so fast. I hadn't even stood up again when Allison had shot the guy. As soon as he had removed the arrow, Kira and I jumped at him. But he just grabbed us by the throats and lifted us up.

I was desperately clawing at his hand, trying to get him to let me go, but he was much stronger than me. He squeezed my throat hard. Until I could barely breathe and I started seeing black spots. Then just before it was too late, he threw Kira and I against the wall again.

I could barely move, and it was even harder to keep my eyes open, but I managed to stay conscious enough to get the gist of what was going on.

Ethan and Aiden had shown up and were now kicking Bad Guy Number Two's ass. They were just about to land the finishing blow when Lydia, who had come to Allison's aid, yelled at them to stop.

"You want him to come after us?" asked Aiden.

"Scott," Ethan continued. "We've seen guys like this. Trust us. He's dangerous."

"So are we," countered Scott. I certainly didn't feel that way right now, seeing as I hadn't been any help at all in this stupid fight. At least I had fully healed now. Kira as well. We stood up hand in hand, looking to Scott. "And he looks smart enough to remember that."

Scott reached down and picked out the finger from Bad Guy Number Two's pocket.

"We're here to save a life. Not end one."

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cravingmarvel · 4 years

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Apartment - Epilogue

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader Warnings: Swearing, a little angst, sarcasm as always Summary: You just moved from Germany to New York, working as an editor at a newspaper. So what happens when you find out your favourite actor lives in the apartment across from yours? And how will people react when you share your story on your Blog dedicated to him? What will you make of this situation? A/N: Wow here we are... the last of the last... I can’t believe that after 2 YEARS I managed to finish this series completely... I apologize for the time it took, but I just had no idea how to write it and in retrospect.. I’m glad I waited this long. A HUGE thank you to @buckisthatyou for helping me with this!!! I love you!!!

Anyway... I hope you guys love this as much as I loved writing this and I’ll see you at the end of the chapter :)

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Apartment – Epilogue

I carried the last of my boxes up the stairs, weighted down a little by the contents of it. This one got lost on its way here and I’ve been desperately trying not to cry over it. It’s been almost three months since Sebastian and I moved in together, but this little fucker had to get lost.

As I pushed the door open with my shoulder the light that flooded into the room filled me with butterflies. Just seeing the living room full of life and personality put the biggest smile on my face. I placed the box next to the bookshelf and started to unpack the books inside. I moved some of the cacti out of the way, they are definitely taking over the place.

I felt a hand on my hip and jumped slightly.

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” I turned to see Sebastian.

“Very nicely, but I do think we need to calm down about the cacti.” I pouted and he kissed my cheek.

“Hm, maybe.” I caught the cheeky smile as he walked away.

The move was easy, finding an apartment wasn’t. We came across a beautiful, two-story apartment in the heart of Manhattan that was pretty close to my new workplace. After my move back to New York, we went straight to looking for a place to share. He said he wanted it to be right in the heart of the city, but close enough to central park so our future kids could enjoy some greenery.

I laughed at him, but the thought still filled me with butterflies. I was excited to share my life with him, even if that came with a price. Some people just didn’t like seeing him with me on his arm and they made a point in showing it. Just a few weeks after I came back, we made an appearance at some award show, the photos I was tagged in on Instagram were mostly nice, but a lot weren’t so. My dress was too tight, my hair done terribly, and I felt worse because I made those choices. It was me to blame.

Despite the weight I felt from those comments, I knew I could step away from it whenever I pleased. I don’t have to put up with it. No one does.

With the shelve decorated to my liking, the apartment was almost finished, there were a few pictures that I wanted to hang on the walls, but that could wait.

Two Years Later

“We’re having spaghetti tonight.” Sebastian called from the kitchen; he knew I’d love it. (The spaghetti, not him calling from the kitchen.)

The chill of the night falling over New York put me in the mood to get comfy. I climbed up the stairs to our shared bedroom, crossing the room to the closet. I decided to change into my pyjamas, a decision I did not regret as I felt the soft fabric on my skin. I investigated the mirror to admire my husky onesie. I look cosy as fuck and I feel cosy as fuck.

The table hasn’t been set when I came down to the dining room and Sebastian noticed my confusion. “We’re having dinner outside if you don’t mind.” He filled to plates with food and gave me a quick kiss as he walked towards the balcony. I followed him out to discover the table beautifully set with flowers and fairy lights.

“Oh wow. This is so fancy.” I said while sitting down opposite Sebastian.

“Thank you, I actually put a lot of effort into this. By the way, cute outfit.” I looked down to the fluffiness that I was wearing and in the reflection of the glass next to me, I could see how weird I looked. “Yeah thanks.”

The husky and the Prince.

We soon devoured our food and just sat and laughed while drinking an alarming amount of wine. New York has never looked so pretty; this might just be because Sebastian is the foreground of the scenery in front of me.

Suddenly, Sebastian stood up from his seat. His face lit up with a smile on his face as he slowly went down on one knee. I was just about to register what was happening, my jaw slightly dropping.

“Y/n.” Sebastian held my hand in his, a red velvet box in the other. “I never knew this day would come so soon. I always thought I’d be fifty years old, still looking for the woman who I’m going to marry. And then you came along. Standing at my door with your ridiculous robe.”

I chucked, tears swelling up in my eyes.

“So, will you, Y/n, do me the honour and marry me?”

I stared at him, the tears now rolling down my face. “Yes.” I breathed out.

He slipped the ring on my finger, a diamond reflecting a million rainbows in the light of the sunset, hovering on the horizon of New York. And it dawned on me.

I just got engaged to Sebastian Stan, and I’m wearing a husky onesie.

Sebastian decided it would be good for me and his sanity to hire a wedding planner, even though I told him I could handle it on my own. I hate having someone else step on my toes and interfere with my plans but listened to him anyway and hired someone who could help me organize the day and everything around it.

While I still had a whole month to prepare the final details, I was sure we covered everything necessary that involved the venue, decorations, dress and every other detail I could think of.

I shuffled my shoes from my feet and walked over to the kitchen making myself a nice cup of coffee. I got a text from Sebastian telling me that he’ll be home by eleven, filming dragged on until then unfortunately, but it gave me some quiet time to get back to going through my planner trying to catch any mistakes I made.

I’ve never really been one to dream of the perfect wedding, but since starting this project of mine, I felt my need for perfectionism take over.

I grabbed the little folder, my laptop and my phone walking to the couch. I snuggled into a blanket, putting my mug on the coffee table. After a few hours of flipping through pages and finding no mistakes at all, which was usually the case, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hovering over the Tumblr icon. I hesitantly tapped it logging into my account.

A thing I occasionally did was search my own name. I know I shouldn’t, but something vile within me couldn’t stay away from the opinions of others, strangers, online. I scrolled through endless amounts of posts about myself, cringing and cry laughing at some of the posts. The memes were the best part about it, some people were just too funny. I came across some fanfiction about me… yes fanfiction… about me, skimming over the words. They weren’t bad… it was just a little strange reading it myself, but who am I to judge? I wrote fanfiction about the same man I am engaged to once a few moons ago. Ok more like a year ago, but my point still stands. I can’t judge.

But all fun had to come to an end when I stumbled upon posts about me that just weren’t so nice to look at. Some poking fun at my body, the way it looked in a certain outfit I wore while I was out with Sebastian, some straight up telling me how old I looked and some saying that I’m just not the right fit for him. I couldn’t say they hurt, but a little part of me, the very insecure one, believed them. But something I haven’t come across yet popped up right after all that was a post about me being a fan.

I was slightly intrigued, pondering in my head whether I wanted to read it or not. I could shut my phone off right now, I could step away from this and breathe, but something pulled me in, sucked me right in.

I couldn’t say the post was disgusting nor was it far away from the truth the further I read. The person articulating themselves very well. My stomach turned and twisted.

-I’m just asking myself how she fell in love with Sebastian? How can she know for sure that what she feels for him is actually love? If I got together with him, I would ask myself this. Even if it hurts, I would still question my feelings towards him. Is it actually love, or just the fan inside writing its own fanfiction? And let’s take this even further, they’re getting married… what if she realizes that after all, what she was feeling wasn’t love, it was just the fangirl inside, fulfilling her own fanfiction?-

What if… I’m not in love, but rather satisfying the fangirl within me.

I awoke to the soft morning light peeking through the white thin curtains, a weight on my middle pulling me closer to the body laying next to me. Sebastian laid on his stomach, his arm draped over my back, his hand gripping my waist as he exhaled deeply. He was in a deep slumber, but still keeping me at his side which made it impossible to move away from him.

I worked hard on removing his arm from my body to climb off of the bed, looking back at Sebastian as he shifted in the bed, rolling over to his back. I walked over to the bathroom connected to the bedroom to proceed my morning routine. I took off my baggy shirt and underwear, stepping into the shower to wash off the sweat of the night. Sebastian surely knows how to keep me up to a time where I should be sleeping.

I felt my muscles relax under the warm water, my hands gently massaging my body with fruit scented soap.

I left the shower, wrapping a towel around me, to turn my attention to my skincare routine, washing my face, putting on my serum and moisturizing my face. The door opened to Sebastian walking in, hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder.

“Good morning, love.” He said, sleep sill in his voice. Sebastian stepped into the shower and I changed back into the comfortable shirt.

I made breakfast for the both of us before I had to get to work, Sebastian had a day off and I envied him for it.

We ate breakfast and I headed to work, but not before Sebastian pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately. He took my left hand admiring the diamond ring on my finger. “I love you.” He said and I was out the door.

I arrived at work, dropping my bag on the desk, since the summer holidays were on their way, so are the people wanting to get away with their children and spouses alike. I turned my computer on preparing myself for the eight hours of recommending hotels, flights and things to do at their destination.

My boss, Linda, walked up to me an apologetic look on her face. I braced myself for what’s to come.

“Good morning, Y/n.” She sat down in front of my desk, a sandwich on a plate on her lap.

“Morning. What’s on the menu for today? Anything special?”

Linda laughed, dropping her head. “Y/n, I have to ask a favour. I know your wedding and honeymoon are on their way, but there was an incident. By the way, how’s the planning and your husband to be?”

“Good… good, I have everything set, nothing seems to be missing but a couple thousand dollars in Sebastian’s wallet.” Linda found this one funnier, throwing her head back, almost dropping her sandwich on the floor. “What’s the incident?”

“You know how Beck has a habit of finding ways to destroy her leg?”

I nodded, calling back to the many times Beck has had issues in keeping her leg in one piece. Not that she’s breaking it, rather bruising the shit out of it.” “Yeah, I do.”

“Well she done did it again.” We laughed in union. It became an inside joke by now. “I need you to fly to London for three weeks to inspect and review this hotel right in the heart of the city. It’s under a new owner and quite a few things have changed, I could ask Annie, but she’ll need to find someone to watch her kid. Don’t worry, you’ll be back in time for your wedding, which by the way, I can’t wait for. I already have my dress!”

I stared at her for a second. A trip to London was the last thing I thought I’d be doing right now, especially with the wedding just four weeks away. I pondered and the idea jumped around in my head. It would be kind of nice, getting out of the city, get my head in the game. Maybe think about my intentions of marrying Sebastian… try to find out if the fangirl inside is responsibe or not.

“Ok, sure, why not.” I smiled, Linda clapping her hands together, her Sandwich threatening to fall once again.

I arrived at home, taking my shoes off along with my coat. Linda gave me a folder with all the necessary information about the trip and all the points I needed to check out.

The only person that I now needed to confront was Sebastian.

I walked into the living room, seeing him sprawled across the couch, wrapped in a blanket. “Hey, babe.” I said while approaching him. I sat down and laid his head on my lap. I leaned down, kissing his lips tenderly.

“How was work?” He asked, closing his eyes.

“Good. Y’know, a lot of people preparing for the summer.” I pondered for a moment, trying to find the right words. “Seb? I need to tell you something.”

He sat up immediately, his eyes looking onto mine desperately. He took my hands into his. I knew he was worried.

“I- I accepted a job to go to London for three weeks, to inspect a hotel, I know this is very close to our wedding date, but Linda said I was the only choice next to Annie, and she would have to look for someone to take care of her child.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow. First thing.”

Sebastian exhaled deeply, looking away from me. “Feels like running to me.”

“Sebastian…” I squeezed his hands in mine. “I’m not running, nor and I going to stand you up at the altar, I just… have to figure some stuff out.

“So, you are running? What’s there to figure out?” “Did I propose too soon, should we postpone the wedding?”

It was me this time, exhaling, looking away from him. “I’m not sure if the feelings I have for you are my own or just an imagination from the fan I was- still am!” I looked at Sebastian, pleading for him to understand. “I don’t want to leave on bad terms or move the wedding to another day. I just have to figure out if I’m going to hurt you.”

His gaze finally met mine and I knew. I knew he didn’t understand the way I hoped he would.

“Y/n, I know that you love me and There’s nothing that changes that whether you were or still are a fan of me, I don’t give a shit. But if this is what you need to steer your mind into the right direction and lay your worries to rest, then do it.” Sebastian leaned in, kissing me softly. “I’ll be waiting for you, no matter what.”

Tears threated to fall down my cheeks, I didn’t know if this would resolve the storm within me, but I knew this was good, for both me and Sebastian.

We went to bed, holding each other tightly, tangled between the sheets, his hands on my body feverishly roaming every inch.

I packed my suitcase with my necessities, suddenly dreading my departure. I got a text telling me that my ride to the airport was downstairs.

As I stood at the door, Sebastian pulled me into a tight hug, whispering in my ear over and over how much he loves me and misses me already. I looked up to him cupping his cheeks with my hands pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Sebastian.” I couldn’t cry right now, but I’m sure he knew I wanted to.

He kissed the back of my left hand, his gaze lingering on the ring. “Come back and marry me, Y/n. I want to be your husband more than I wanted to be anything else.”

“I will.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

With that, I was out of the door, into the elevator. Mentally preparing myself.

London, here I come!

A/N pt.2: YES!! THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THIS MASTERPIECE!! I have thought about it, consulted with @buckisthatyou about it and have come to the conclusion that I need to write it. And because we all want to know what it’s called:

House. It will be called house and no one can stop me.

Anyway, since I already wrote a Thank You post I will keep it short and sweet.

Thank you all for waiting for me to write this. If i had written it earlier, I probably would've not come up with a sequel. So everything has a purpose... right?

Thank you for reading and I will see you in

House!

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I gathered my stuff and rushed to my mother’ in the middle of the night, I was going to stay at home but why would I when I still have my bed here. My mom saw the excitement in my face to just be home, I haven’t been home since. Khaleesi keeps on jumping on me but I need to see my daughter “I can’t thank you enough for taking in the dog too because you really didn’t have too” stroking the top of Khaleesi’ head “it’s ok, mommy is losing sleep for you but I rather take that than you but Reign is asleep now, come” smiling down at my dog “you miss me girl? Awww baby, I missed you too” Khaleesi is so overjoyed, just jumping around “come on girl” walking up the steps behind my mother “I just want to hold my daughter before I sleep, I’m just feeling empty inside mom. I saw my pouch in the bathroom and then I assumed my stitches have teared but there is nothing I can do but pray it just heals” my mom abruptly stopped and turned to me “no! You in the morning are going to get that fixed, it will infect. I am not surprised Robyn. So much stress and moving” my mom started walking up again “when I had you I was in bed, I never left the bed and look at you? You have done so much, I am so proud of you Robbie” sighing out heavily “thank you mom, it’s nice to hear such things. I am just in shock with everything that had gone on, I don’t think I have digested everything in. That’s why I do feel like I am in a twilight zone” I do miss being here, being at home with my parents “so baby, we have done the bedroom up for my grandchild, you ready to see?” I didn’t even know they was “yes I am, is dad asleep?” I thought he may have awoken “yes, he’s going to do the rest of the feeds now” my mother opened the door “it’s not much but this is her room” I cooed out at the decked out pink room “mom! This is so cute! How much did you spend? This is so cute” walking into the bedroom “thank you, your father did the wallpaper and laid the carpet down, all pink for her” walking over to the crib “look at her wrapped up all warm in her blanket, oh how I miss you princess. I miss you in my stomach keeping me content and warm” I miss my daughter with all my heart “I’m happy to see her, now I can sleep” she is so perfect to me, in every way.

Hugging my mom “I thank you so much, the support you have given right from the start. You could have easily said I was stupid, like everyone is thinking” moving back from the hug “who is calling you stupid Robyn?” My mom questioned “the blogs have found out who I am, I am the mistress, the mystery woman that stole Maurice, I sought him out at the wedding. I’m thinking on who it could be because Maurice’ dad called me mistress too, I just don’t know. I am getting bad mouthed now, I did nothing wrong but be dragged into this circus family. I just wanted to have peace. I’m scared to see any other headline, they have exposed you, dad and me. I am so sorry mom” I apologised because they didn’t ask for this “don’t say sorry, it’s ok. Just stop, we will speak tomorrow. I want you to go and rest in bed. Let me and your dad handle things with Reign” my mom is so good, looking down at Khaleesi “you want to come with me baby?” She is so happy, her tail wagging everywhere “come on then” opening my bedroom door.

Stretching my body out, the feel of being in a bed, the feel of actually resting feels amazing. I can’t stop smiling, Khaleesi is still asleep on top of the covers, I have missed her so much. Touching her head lightly, I feel better about myself now. Only god knows what time it is, I know for sure it’s late because I did come home late. Smiling wide as I moved onto my back, I am so happy to have slept but the pain between my legs is not it, I am in pain. Reaching over for my phone, I hope there is nothing else in regards to bad news anyways. Seeing that Leon has text me but no call from Shawn or the family, unlocking my phone and opening the message.

From: Leon

To: Robyn

Sorry friend….

He included a link, do I want to see this. My curiosity kills me, clicking the link and watched it open to TMZ “fuck my life” I said to myself, the first thing I see is the picture of Marquis and Maurice but it’s an old picture of them, Maurice looks so cute and scared there “my baby” I pouted my lips, he is holding Marquis ever so close here. Maybe that was the day Maurice told me about when he got scared and his dad consoled him, that is actually cute. Scrolling down “Marquis Davenport has said to have had an heart attack. The Billionaire was at hospital by his son’ side, it was said the stress of seeing his son that way really hurt him” side eyeing the post and whoever is leaking this shit “after hearing his thirty year old son has had an affair with Robyn Willis” rolling my eyes seeing the picture of me, Leon, Maurice and Beyonce “Maurice is now a father to a daughter which is now in line to the Davenport empire, Maurice is still married to Naomi, Robyn sought out Maurice” I cannot be bothered, I ain’t reading that shit anymore. Dropping my phone on the bed which made Khaleesi jump awake “morning girl, you need to go out and pee? I will open the door” I need to build the courage up and get up, I am in pain and I know it’s infected.

I was about to get out of bed but the door suddenly opened “are you decent?” my mom spoke “yes, why?” my mom opened the door wider “your father wants to see you” Khaleesi ran off the bed “and we bought a little visitor that is awake” I gasped seeing my daughter “my little pumpkin, is she actually awake? Hi dad” I said smiling at him “me and Reign have been discussing the news, she likes it” my dad is acting like she does “you mean she is bored, let me see her” my dad walked around the bed “she is drifting off to sleep though” I don’t even care, let me see my baby girl now “awww who got her this headband? I am sure it wasn’t me? Awww my baby is wearing a dress?” taking Reign from my dad “my baby is wearing a dress for mommy? You look so beautiful” pressing kisses to her cheek, with my hand behind Reign’ head and the other under her body, holding her out to me “mommy missed you so much and you falling asleep on me, baby girl. Wake up” slowly resting Reign’ body onto my legs with my hand still supporting her head “you are so perfect, you going to be a mommy’ girl? You miss me?” lightly touching Reign’ cheek with my free hand, a sudden smile grew on my daughter’ face “oh my heart” I gasped “she missed you, she knows her mother’ touch” god, the love I am feeling right now.

I hissed out, the pain. I got up quickly “I can’t sit” I said through gritted teeth “we are taking you to the hospital, get you checked out. Let me get you a pillow. Sit on it slowly” when I am finally thinking of myself I am feeling this, I have not really rested at all “there you are, slowly sit down. I will bring you breakfast” my mother held the top of my arm helping me to lower down, scrunching my face up as I sat down “god help me, I don’t think I can get up. The pain is so bad” looking over at my dad holding Reign “you can’t keep on picking her up dad, she going to always want it” he looks so cute with her “but I did this with you, you loved it. You love cuddles, she reminds me of you. I want to be a dad again” rolling my eyes “can you both please, just think of Reign and take care of her” my mom chuckled “you are something else, free babysitting services here” taking the Orange Juice from my mom “thank you but I do appreciate you both, she has got the best grandparents ever. She is so lucky” I know my dad will spoil her, so will my mom and then she has Maurice and I, Nalah, Malik, Shawn. She will be spoilt, and how can I forget Leon.

Leon stared at me in fear “so your coochie split open again? Oh god friend, so your coochie really just ripped?” Leon looks so disgusted “they have sewed me back up now Leon, but I will be ok” I am walking so funny “oh girl, you are so strong. Have you always been in so much pain throughout this whole ordeal?” nodding my head “I have had tablets now, I should be ok. I just need to be careful like my mother has said, be good. I will now, I just need to rest” I feel so much better now that I have slept, seen my baby girl “how is the little queen, I am so sad I couldn’t see her” Leon said “she is ok, oh god. She smiled at me, like I just held her and started touching her face and she smiled. She misses me” hopefully her father will be out soon, then she will have us both “little diva is trying to be good for you, all y’all been through so much stress, y’all need serious time together. Peace and quiet, secluded place” Leon ain’t wrong with that, that sounds like a good idea to me “I need to be angry with him first, after I see him awake first of course” I am excited to see him awake, we have so much to talk about.

My mom also came with me to the hospital to see Maurice, hopefully they are allowing this. It’s good to not see the hallways full of the family, she really meant it when she kicked them all out “where have you actually been?” Damon said, he looks not happy with me “erm at home, you have my number” which he does “well I don’t have the time for that but Maurice has woke up finally, he’s being a little reluctant in the fact he should be here, I think he was a little lost with everything going on. He is well Robyn” I felt a sigh of relief “do the family know?” I asked “no, I just told you. He has just woke up ten minutes ago, they are just checking his pressure. We are looking to move him now, he is asking to leave already so I am sure you can tell him no, right?” nodding my head smiling “I can, let me just tell the family” walking off towards the waiting room, now I have a spring to my step. I can’t wait to see him, looking through the window. Shawn and Maik are both asleep, us women are always awake. Pushing open the door “hey, I just thought I would let you know Maurice is awake. Nobody can see him yet, I will let you know” Nalah sighed out “thank you god, can you please find out about my dad?” nodding my head “mom, Leon. Stay here” let me go and see the idiot baby daddy of mine.

Damon has been a life saver, with everything going on he has been there for me and supporting me “do you know anything about Marquis Davenport?” I am sure he does “oh god yeah, I walked in and heard. Robyn, I feel so bad. I was really happy when he woke up. But they said he is out of the operation and he is ok. Marquis and Maurice are high profiled and now are treating them as secret, which is annoying. They was telling me that I shouldn’t be here, I goes I work in this department. Marquis has a officer outside his room but they should be able to see him now, someone should have said anyways” if anyone stops me I will cuss them out “thank you, honestly. You have been there for me, you helped me see him and I appreciate that. Just walk around for me, check of those vultures are not in there” Damon laughed walking ahead of me pushing the doors “I don’t think so, there was a nurse because he didn’t want to sit” sounds about right, I stayed behind a little and let Damon go first. Damon pushed the curtain back a little “I don’t like this guy” my smile grew, that is Maurice and he is awake. Damon looked over at me “well you have no choice, we are moving you soon” the nurse said to him “I’m fed up” Damon moved back as I made my way to where he stood “if you stopped threatening to leave then I wouldn’t need to sit here” he is a pain in the ass this boy “I can pay you to go” crossing my arms across my chest, the nurse looked at me. Maurice turned his head to see where she is looking “Maurice.”

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