#hate that i don’t know how to be more positive about it all

[garciasgirl]

beside him | spencer reid

genre: fluff of course…

content: sick reader, spencer being a sweetheart and cutie patootie, spencer taking care of reader, no use of y/n, spencer and reader are in a relationship, cuddles, the amount of pet names in this will make you sick, just straight up fluff and cuteness, this is really short

content warnings: none!!

a/n: this is super self indulgent, im sick and this is my way of coping!! also im so sorry if this sucks bc i can barely think straight but yeah..

word count: 429

the sunshine comes through your curtains, highlighting your face and waking you. your eyes flutter open and you become painfully aware of the uncomfortable feeling present. your head was pounding, your throat sore, and you couldn’t tell if you were extremely cold or hot. you rolled around, your hair falling in front of your face, and sticking to your forehead. that’s when the door to your bedroom opens.

spencer. you were glad to see his face, especially when you were feeling sick. he came into your room, his eyebrows furrowed with concern “oh my love..” he said coming over next to you, he felt your forehead, gently rubbing your head. “you do feel a bit warm..” he said, a troubled expression flashing in his eyes. you looked up at him, your eyes hazy and skin pale, “ ‘m sorry, I know how much you hate germs.” he shook his head, kneeling down next to your head, gently holding the side of your face, “germs don’t matter when it comes to you, silly.”

“don’t move okay..gonna get you some water.” he mumbles, disappearing for a moment. again, you realize just how miserable you feel. when spencer, your comfort, is gone, all of the calmness disappears and you feel your sickness and irritation seep back into your skin. however, Spencer returns quickly, bringing some water to you. you sit up slowly, his hand rests gently on your lower back, helping you up and keeping you steady. you drink from the glass, cringing at the sting it leaves on your throat. his hand brushes hair off of your forehead, then trails down, massaging the back of your neck.

“mhm..thanks spence..” you mumble, managing to give him a weak smile. his eyes run over you with concern but he gives you a small smile back. He takes the glass of water from your hand, putting it on the bedside table. “lay back down okay?” he says, moving the pillows behind you to a more comfortable position, as you lay back and melt into them. his hand plays with your hair softly, your eyes fluttering shut. his hand leaves your hair, and just when you’re about to open you eyes back up warmth floods your back. Spencer lays next to you on the bed, pulling your back into his chest, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist.

you hum contently, drifting off to sleep, Spencer’s presence keeping you calm and centered. his hands on your waist lulls you into a deep sleep. it was these moments that you treasured most, the gentleness, beside him.

[lesbianherald]

Based Jayce take tbh….also I’m gonna confess this on anon but one of my most pretentious takes when it comes to fandom is that everything would be way easier to enjoy if ppl understood story structure a little more. Like Jayce’s arc is a negative arc. He sucked on purpose! If you had bad feelings about him that was intentional and okay (I do think Jayce hate was overblown but I also get why it existed. Like the audience was just picking up on the feelings the show was putting down). But he was definitely Like That for a reason! Usually in good writing, characters are tools for the narrative first you know…you don’t need to justify his actions to like Jayce because he’s fictional and he’s not a real person youre stanning. But also fandom is for fun so I know this take is pretentious but also it’s my truth. My story structure….my characters who are intentionally challenging my theme….my character arc….

NO NO BUT YOU ARE COOKING ON EVERY LEVEL !!!!

(Note: This randomly turned into a very hasty analysis of the shots used in the bridge scene? Because I got on a tangent about how we interpret visual storytelling as well and oops!)

Story structure is so overlooked. The role characters are supposed to play in an overarching narrative is overlooked. So much gets ignored in the way information is presented both in the story structure and visually that sometimes it frightens me and it makes me really bummed! And it's nobody's fault! Most of us live in a society that devalues art and literacy on purpose!

I don't think it's pretentious to wish people better understood the building blocks of the story or at least understood how to take in general arcs. And I think if they did as a whole most fandom spaces would be a lot more interesting and have a lot less bizarre takes/infighting.

I also think that - where arcane's writing can get weird and murky - the visual language will cover it. (Almost to an extreme.)

It makes me think of one of my favorite scenes in the whole show and how misinterpreted it gets and how quick people are to defend jayce here despite how much it is playing on the themes of the show and how clearly he is painted as in the wrong both by the writing and the shots ok fuck -

I think all the time about the imbalance of power represented by that insane low angle on Jayce. You know what fuck it. I'm going to go get it. Fuck. This is about to become a whole thing. Okay.

If I brought an angle like this into a classroom setting, I would be laughed at for it being too obvious. But its one of my favorites because its so visceral. In fact, I've shown this to a lot of friends - the reaction to this shot is usually an audible "Woah!" or even nervous laughter! Because clearly! He's supposed to be intimidating here. This is supposed to be like. Oh. He is not who he used to be. Oh. Oh no. Its so co clearly a representation of power and corruption you may as well stamp it on his forehead.

He's not only Jayce here, he's a representation of piltover as a whole - in its physical and political positions over Zaun. In a position of power over someone he's close with, who just verbally told someone he would "understand." Now we are seeing that he very likely wont. (He will! But right now, we are supposed to be with Viktor in this scene. We are supposed to become convinced he won't right with him!)

Note that the angle we get for Viktor is way less extreme. Way more eye level. And less centered. I could go on about this too. But oooh boy. Like! Clearly we are supposed to be more with him in terms of who we find rational. Clearly he's the voice of reason here. We are level with him. He is at a safe distance. We are seeing how he is looking up at jayce without looking down at him.

In this shot, he is someone we as an audience are level with, who is gathering information, making a decision. He is remaining more measured than I think the audience is supposed to be given the angle we're getting on jayce.

The only time we do get the "reverse" of that Jayce shot on Viktor is when he is quite literally standing out of the frame almost immediately. Whose furious with the position Jayce is putting him in. This is Right after Jayce says, "They're dangerous." He's gathered the information he needs. He sees Jayce for what he is. Somebody he cannot trust. And he refuses to be put in this lower position.

Jayce is not supposed to be the one we are rooting for here. He is the person we are supposed to be disappointed in. We are supposed to question him here. This isn't only dramatically spelled out in the narrative but also in the shot choicesss!

And then we have the apology -

That's why i always question why people are like. Okay but he apologized. When the apology is framed like this! We don't even get to see viktor's face because the damage is done!! JAYCE ISNT EVEN LOOKING AT HIM !!!! It doesn't matter. We don't even get full access to Jayce here! What's at the center of this shot is the barricade that Jayce has ordered!!! This makes the apology, and "I've had a lot on my plate" purposefully look ridiculous in the context of the Narrative here! It's not enough!

Viktor is DYING. And jayce is standing here all prim and proper, with the Talis symbol very visible in that fuckass suit, saying he's had a lot on his plate. We're very clearly not supposed to look at this and go awww! baby boy <3. If this apology was a meaningful moment for either of them that changed either of their minds - it would not be framed like thisssss. These words are empty in the context of it all. Jayce may be genuinely sorry, but he's accidentally revealed way too much about how he views Viktor's people. Even if he didn't mean to. Even if he didn't realize how deeply his biases ran.

And then we have Viktor lying. Viktor knowing he has to go about this alone. And this is the shot. This is the moment of fracture. Viktor looking back at him in disgust with Jayce's barricade in the background. HES ALONE!! JAYCE HAS FAILED HIM !!! This is so critical in understanding Viktor's entire everything moving forward, and it's so so critical for Jayce as well.

People talk a lot about that moment where jayce has his hand on Viktor's lower back because yaoi but that screencap is so hard to get because that moment is almost immediately interrupted by a protestor from zaun throwing a Molotov cocktail in their direction! And the touch, that reluctant familiarity, despite the conflict, gets broken.

Something that I think gets overlooked is Jayce's face after the (Molotov?) gets thrown by a protestor. ITS ANOTHER LOW ANGLE LIKE!!! Once again. Highlighting the power he has here.

We see Jayce in season 1 act 1 really highlighted with a lot of high angles. A lot of doe-eyed wonder. He looks young. Sweet. This is not the same jayce and it is very very clear in the way he is shot. This is the point !!!!!.

There are a lot of scenes i see misinterpreted but this is the big one. And its one of my favorite scenes. Because he's so wrong here! And he doesn't really fully grasp how much so yet.

I love jayce. I love my complex man. Because here's the thing. He needed this low to reach the character highs he does later. Jayce being as loving and determined to make things right as he is in season 2 wouldn't be nearly as compelling or tragic or exciting were he not like this in season 1. It's brutal to watch him get punished by the narrative! But it's also narratively satisfying!

Anyways anon i agree wholeheartedly sorry i made it into a whole thing.

[loserlvrss]

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( 二月 ). ──your best friend fell asleep on you, and suddenly he wasn't your friend anymore 이민형 &fem!rea. ⟡ drabble, fluff warn. kiss wc : 807HUN ++( 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 )

노트 mark, as promised <3

You don’t know how it happened, however you weren’t complaining. No, nothing of the sort even crossed your mind. 

All that was on your mind was how comfortable you felt despite the pins and needles in your hip. How warm you felt with arms wrapped around your waist. You could hear soft breaths taken against the silent air—your show lost on the ‘continue watching’ screen some time ago. 

You’d blinked yourself awake a couple of minutes ago, not even realizing that you’d actually fallen asleep. When you woke up, you didn’t even know what day it was anymore either, pushed into the worst brain fog. However, the dream you were having was all sunshine and rainbows, you almost regretted coming back to reality. Well, that was until you saw that your best friend, Mark, had also fallen victim to just resting his eyes. 

But then, reality hit, making your stomach drop. 

Your best friend had fallen asleep too, somehow ending up with his head pressed into your side and arms paralyzing. 

You bit your lip, feeling a little bad about reveling in such an intimate thing for friends to be doing. Of course you’d shared hugs and even held hands, Hell, it seemed he couldn’t be more than a couple inches from you sometimes, but that was always innocent. That was always because you were feeling uncomfortable, or anxious or something of the sort. 

There was never anything between the lines to read. 

Butterflies made you nauseous. You liked the feeling he instilled, but you hated that you shouldn’t actually be feeling it at all. 

Should you wake him up? You could pretend you hadn’t been staring at him for the past however long then. But, on the other hand, you could make it a thing. Afterall, It was an opportunity to make the feeling yours to hold—make him yours to hold. 

But No. No, you couldn’t. 

You were friends, nothing more and nothing less. There were never any shades of gray. No stolen glances or prolonged eye contact. There was no tension, no lingering touches or sense of fleeting time. There was nothing, and you didn’t know anymore if you could take it. 

People hadn’t even mistaken you for a couple before, and it hurt your pride a bit. 

Why couldn’t you swallow it down and ask? Too scared to lose what you already had? Circles and circles you’d been running, but not getting very far. All the destinations led back to one thing—one very, very special man. 

The man you loved. 

You groaned at the thought, head hitting the arm of the couch. And suddenly Mark was awake, very aware of the position you two were in. It was your movement of disappointment (in yourself) that stirred him, your breathing and heartbeat queuing him in. The soft plush that only a body had, making him get up faster than you thought humanly possible. 

“Oh my God,” He put his hands up like he was surrendering, “I’m sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep after you. I didn’t mean to,” 

You lifted your head through all the commotion, being met with the sight that made your heart pick up speed. He looked so adorable half-awake; hair messy, and features swollen. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again, “It just happened, like on an airplane when your head just—you know, drifts. You looked so peaceful, I guess I got jealous.” He tried to joke, an awkward laugh leaving his lips after the rant subsided. 

You’d sat up some time during when he was talking at you, “It’s fine,” You sighed, now regretting ruining the moment more than turning your good dream off like the show you hadn’t been comprehending. 

He was right, it was peaceful. 

Mark brought peace to your life, a sense of clarity during the worst storm you’d ever lived through. He was the rain that brought flowers, the rainbow that brought color. 

He was everything right in a left world. 

“Don’t apologize to me.” 

And just as quickly as he’d lifted from you, he was back in your space, this time soft lips against yours. Your eyes were wide when he pulled back, then his were too. 

His mouth was slightly parted, broken sounds leaving it without real substance. You assumed they’d be more apologies, so before he had the chance to gather his thoughts you leaned back in, closing the distance you thought you’d put between you two. 

Your hands found the side of his head, palms resting on his cheeks, pulling him as close as you could get. And, he didn’t protest. 

You couldn’t decide if maybe you hadn’t actually woken up, because if you were having a good dream before, then this was the best one. 

Your stomach was doing Olympic-level flips, gold medal acrobatics. But, at least, you could say the feeling was yours. 

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[mamawasatesttube]

Are you still accepting asks for the ship ask game? Bc if so what are your thoughts on TimSteph?

oh sure, i'll take it!!

Don’t Ship It (gently)

1. Why don’t you ship it?

so when i say i don't ship it i mean like... i like what they had in canon vis a vis "childhood sweethearts driven apart by The Horrors and they can never go back". i love divorce.

but also if i'm being honest, a lot of chuck dixon's writing of steph was really grating to me - the way he bashed ari and later zoanne to prop up steph as the Correct/Better tim love interest (she's Quirky and Fun and #NotLikeOtherGirls!!!) left a kinda bitter taste in my mouth, and made it a lot harder for me to actually like steph or tim/steph as a ship, tbh. and it's really not steph's fault she got juggled from misogynistic shithead writer to misogynistic shithead writer, but it did mean that plotlines like "steph becomes robin in order to spite tim because she saw darla kiss him against his will and didn't stop to ask any questions. this is how teen girls behave right?" made me so tired in robin '93. i honestly enjoyed the times she got to appear without tim more than their relationship, for the most part, but ... oof.

2. What would have made you like it?

lewis getting to write more than like 20 issues of the run before fucking willingham showed up lmao. lewis run was the first time in robin '93 that i actually liked seeing tim and steph together or felt like steph even had much of a character. which is wild because dixon is the one who created her! it's just that dixon only knows how to write two kinds of women: "the old ball and chain" and "quirky whitegirl who throws herself at robin do you like her do you like her do you like her you have to like her!!!!"

as opposed to lewis, who actually gave her depth, like... explained some of how her dad made her childhood shit, went into her complex feelings on him and her relationship with her mom, and made it actually read like she and tim enjoyed spending time with each other, not just "he was a boy. she was a girl. can i make it any more obvious." if he'd stuck on the book i probably would like tim/steph way more than i do.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

oh sure! i think tim and steph have a fascinating dynamic. when you pick through all the issues with dixon and with willingham and with war games and all the writers that could not stop hating steph for the crime of being a girl (which... is a pretty tall order because jesus christ so many of them wrote her so shittily), you can kinda piece together a narrative that is really juicy.

my possibly unpopular steph take is that while i know her post war games and resurrection writing was not very good, i do actually find it compelling that she set assassins on tim at bruce's orders. i think having such a demonstrable and visible example of bruce being the driving force behind every single nail in the coffin of their relationship is fun. like, to me, timsteph is a formative relationship, but never an endgame one. there's a lot of fun stuff to say about them! i just unfortunately struggle to really enjoy picking through the mess of how steph has been written, so they don't compel me all that much.

[greenbubblefactory]

Matchup for Kurisu 💌

Congratulations you have a match with..

Leona Kingscholar !

★Leona isn’t the type to take immediate interest in people, but you catch his attention for all the wrong reasons at first. Maybe it’s the way you refuse to be intimidated by him, or how you meet his sharp remarks with some equally sharp words of your own. Either way, you make an impression and Leona hates that.

★You don’t go out of your way to impress him, and that annoys him even more. Most people either try to suck up to him or steer clear of him altogether, but you just act normal, like he’s any other person. Even when he throws snide comments your way, you roll your eyes and fire back without hesitation.

★He tests you. A lot. He wants to see if you’ll flinch, if you’ll back down, if you’ll eventually start treating him like the dangerous, untouchable figure most people think he is. But you don’t. And that? That intrigues him.

★Despite being sociable, you have this teasing, sarcastic streak that keeps things interesting. You swear at him jokingly, steal his nap spots just to mess with him, and somehow manage to make him react when he usually can’t be bothered.

★One day, when you’re both forced to work together for a class project, you start noticing little things about him. How his eyes flicker toward exits, how he tenses ever so slightly before answering personal questions, how his lazy posture is a carefully crafted act.

★You don’t point it out. You don’t push. But Leona notices that you notice, and it unsettles him. Because if you see through his act so easily, then what else could you see?

★At first, he doesn’t think much of his attachment to you. So what if he prefers your company over others? So what if he listens more when you talk? It’s just because you’re entertaining, right?

★Then he catches himself looking for you in a crowd, feeling annoyed when you’re not there, getting bored when someone else tries to fill the silence you left behind. And that’s when it hits him,he’s invested.The realization frustrates him. Leona doesn’t do attachment. He doesn’t have the patience for it, doesn’t like the vulnerability it brings. But at the same time, the thought of distancing himself is equally irritating.

★He starts acting more territorial without realizing it. He’ll casually rest an arm on your chair, lean against your desk, or “accidentally” block your path so you have to brush past him. His touch is never overbearing, just subtle enough to make it clear: This one’s mine.

If someone else gets too close to you, he won’t make a scene, but his presence alone is enough to send a warning. A lazy smirk, a slow turn of his head, and suddenly whoever was talking to you finds an excuse to leave.

The first time you call him out on it, he just smirks and shrugs. “What, I can’t look after a herbivore? You wander off too much.”

★Leona doesn’t believe in grand confessions. He’s too prideful, too used to rejection to put himself in a vulnerable position like that.Instead it happens in the most casual, almost dismissive way.You’re arguing over something dumb,maybe you stole his jacket, maybe you teased him about something trivial and in the middle of it, he just says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.“Tch. Why do you think I put up with you so much? You really are dense, huh?”

★You pause. Blink. And that’s when it clicks.

★He sees the realization dawn on your face and immediately groans, running a hand through his hair like this entire situation is exhausting. “Yeah, yeah. Took you long enough.”

★He won’t even let you process it properly before moving on, acting like it’s no big deal. But his ears twitch, and that’s how you know he’s nervous.If you try to get a more serious confession out of him, good luck. The best you’ll get is a lazy smirk and a half-muttered “Tch. You already know.”

★Leona is not a conventional boyfriend. He doesn’t do grand romantic gestures, he doesn’t shower you with compliments, and he definitely doesn’t say “I love you” often. But his love is obvious in the ★way he acts.

★If you’re cold, he’ll toss his jacket over you without a word. If you complain about the smell, he’ll just smirk. But he never asks for it back.If you’re feeling down, he won’t ask what’s wrong he’ll just sit beside you, close enough that you feel his warmth. He won’t pressure you to talk, but if you do, he’ll listen. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. He’s not going anywhere.

★He hates PDA in public (he has a reputation to maintain), but behind closed doors? He’s ridiculously touchy. He’ll pull you into his lap, let you run your hands through his hair, and he’ll grumble if you try to leave.

★If you overthink things, he’ll cut through your doubts with a single sentence.He won’t let you spiral,he’ll drag you back to reality, no matter what.

★When you’re next to him, he sleeps better. He won’t admit it, but he’ll pull you closer in his sleep, holding onto you like you’re the one thing in this world he refuses to lose.

★Leona isn’t the clingy, jealous type, but he is possessive in his own way. He won’t stop you from talking to other people, but he’ll make sure everyone knows you’re his.

★If someone flirts with you, he won’t react immediately. He’ll just lean back, arms crossed, watching. Waiting. And if you handle it yourself, he’ll let it slide.But if they don’t get the hint? That’s when he acts. He won’t start a fight, but one sharp glare, one low, growled warning, and suddenly that person wants to be anywhere else.

★He’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you catch the way his grip tightens on your wrist, the way his tail flicks sharply. He won’t admit it, but he hates the idea of losing you.

★If you reassure him, he’ll just scoff and look away,but the tension in his shoulders eases.

★Fights with Leona are intense. He’s stubborn, prideful, and he does not back down easily. If you’re both pissed, expect some shouting, some harsh words, and a lot of storming off.

★He needs time to cool down. But he never stays mad at you for long. He hates apologizing outright, but his way of making up is through actions.

★If he said something harsh, expect to find your favorite snack casually left on your desk the next morning. If he stormed off, he’ll show up at your dorm later, acting like nothing happened.

★He won’t say he was wrong,but he will let you curl up against him later, running his fingers through your hair until you both fall asleep.

★Loving Leona isn’t easy. He’s stubborn, difficult, and infuriating at times. But if he chooses you, he chooses you completely.He won’t promise the world. But what he will do is stand beside you, protect you, and make sure you always have a place to return to.

★He won’t say “I love you” often. But you’ll hear it in the way he always finds you first in a crowd. In the way he lets you into his space when he lets no one else in.And in the way he holds onto you like he never plans to let go.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hello, me again😁 Just wanted to thank you for making my requests and for all your work in general💜 I was kicking my feet to the AU one you made🥰

Also, guess what - I have another request! I was kind of hoping to see more of the AU that I sent you. Like life with them on a daily basis. Doctors being doctors, some of them fighting with each other, maybe one of the doctors or Nine trying to get the Earthly Emerald, you know, just stuff like that🥰

“No Way Back…” (Part 2)

AU: “Keepers of the Crystals”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader (though it's not mentioned much in this one)

Requested: Yes (by @grapegirlpoland ).

Description: You live in a house full of Mobians and a group of humans. Shenanigans ensue.

Notes: Heheeee, this’ll be fun to write. Hope you enjoy!

(Like before, Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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“I HATE YOU!” you hear Knucks yell.

“WELL NEXT TIME, DON’T STEAL MY MONOPOLY!” Sonic yells in retaliation.

You let out a sigh. This was normal, unfortunately, for you.

You walk into the room where the (former) resistance is playing your game of Monopoly, alongside Sonic and Dread.

“I don’t really understand this game,” Dread says. “Why not just steal all the money from the bank? Then ye win.”

“That’s not how it works, Dread,” Sonic states. “You gotta have the most money without stealing.”

“Though there is a Monopoly where that’s part of the game,” Shadow mentions.

“Having fun, you guys?” you ask.

“Not really,” Sonic mutters. “Knucks refuses to pay me.”

“Because you’re in jail! Criminals don’t get money,” Knucks replies.

“It’s just part of the game, Knucks,” you state.

You scan the room for a moment. Everyone seems to be in here except for Mangey, the Chaos Council, and Nine.

Which makes sense, considering Mangey is out sleeping on the couch, along with Dr. Babble being asleep in his crib.

As for the other five…You had a feeling this would be some trouble.

You suddenly jolt, your irises glowing green for a second.

“I’ll be back,” you say. “Shadow, make sure no one destroys anything.”

Shadow does a two-fingered salute your way with a green tint on his muzzle.

Cute.

You snap, and that teleports you down to where you have the Earthly Emerald hidden. Seems Nine and the rest of the Council are near it.

Nine seems to be in a defensive position in front of the Emerald, while the Council seem to be trying to take it.

You snap once more, teleporting in front of the Emerald.

“Care to explain why you all are down here?” you ask.

“Well, you see-” Doctor Eggman starts.

“I saw these four head down here, didn’t trust them, and found out they were trying to take the Emerald,” Nine states. “You’re welcome.”

You let out another sigh.

“Thank you, Nine,” you say, patting him on the head gently, causing his fur to puff up. “As for you four, head upstairs before I force you to.”

“Oh, wah-wah! The keeper is gonna force us upstairs! Whatever shall we do!” Dr. Done-It mocks.

You press a button on your wrist, which causes the four members of the Council to get shocked.

“Okay, okay! We’re going!” Doctor Eggman states, being the first up the stairs, the rest trailing behind him.

You shake your head in disapproval before turning your gaze to Nine.

“Good job protecting it, bud, but make sure you come get me next time, okay?” you tell him. “I don’t want you to get hurt because I wasn’t paying close enough attention.”

“Why do you care? There are other mobians you can care about,” Nine spats.

“You remind me of an old friend,” you say. “You’re not them, but I want to protect you. All of you.”

Nine goes quiet for a moment as you set up a protective shield around the Emerald.

You hear another yell again, along with the sound of something shattering.

Time to get the spray bottle.

[badomenslullaby]

Chapter One

Paring: Noah x Fem reader Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Abstract: In a kingdom on the brink of upheaval, Princess Lilith is thrust into power far sooner than she ever imagined when her father suddenly falls gravely ill. With a sword in her hand and a mind sharper than any blade, she navigates treacherous waters: politics and royal expectations. Ensuring her kingdom's security, she is forced to go through a political marriage with the ruthless Lord Cassius; a union at an unbearable price. Yet in the shadows stands Noah, her devoted knight, and forbidden love. He is her unspoken promise, the man willing to sacrifice honor, life—everything—for her safety and happiness. As they fight against the chains of the lives the world has imposed upon them, they are faced with decisions about whether or not love will be able to bear the pressure of duty, deception, and the ever-present threats of those who

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“I will dispose of him for you,” Noah says, kneeling before her.

His hands are rough yet gentle as they clasp hers. He’s always gentle with her. 

“Your Highness, My love, please… it is of little consequence to me. I would rot in prison if you asked me to.”

Noah is not above begging, even though he knows he’s been reduced to this. He can’t bear the thought of her marrying that man. With her father's sudden illness, the Kingdom of Aeloria, now crowned by its young queen, had been thrown into turmoil. She deserved so much more than this fate. Noah, her knight, would give everything and anything to ensure she received nothing less than the best.

As her lover, he only wants her.

“That man will drag you down with him. He frequents brothels and has not an ounce of loyalty in him. He’d make you appear incompetent.” 

He has had this Lord Cassius followed around long enough to know all about his less-than-savory tendencies. A marriage to the son of the duchess with the largest territory in the empire would do her good. It would strengthen her claim and solidify her position on the throne. But Noah knows that, no matter how strategically advantageous such a union may be, a vile man is no match for her.

He's never been naive enough to dream that he himself would ever marry her. Noah, a former street urchin who was knighted, owes his position in life to the pity she showed him on that rainy day. But to her, he is nothing more than her loyal shadow, her secret, something hidden behind closed doors. He'll never be more.

She still needs to marry someone who will bend to her every whim, someone easy to manipulate and control. Why her parents, King Aldric, and Queen Seraphine, want her to marry that heathen, Cassius (whose name alone disgusts him) is beyond Noah. The extra allegiance may be useful, yes, but at what cost? Surely, she'd only look a fool marrying a man who openly consorts with other women. Noah can’t let that happen.

She must have so much on her mind, Noah thinks. Her younger brother, Prince Emyr, was sent to marry the tyrant of another empire, and now she’s being forced to take the throne far sooner than she ever expected. He wants nothing more than to lighten her burden. He would do anything, kill anyone, to make her life even a little bit easier.

Lilith gives him a sad smile. She hated to see him begging. She gently takes his fingers and kisses them. His face softens, though he looks no less determined as she does so.

“Your father…he should not have put you in this position,” he says bitterly, the words like bitter poison in his mouth.

It’s treason to speak ill against his king, and it could get him killed, yet Noah has to bite his tongue to stop himself from being even harsher with his words. It’s the only thing he can do if he must, to prevent his lover from being married off to someone she will despise. Despise him.

"Noah, I could never bear to see you in prison," she said, her voice quiet but unwavering. "I don’t know what I would do without you by my side."

His eyes close, and he lets out a tired breath. “You’d manage, Your Highness. Perhaps you’d find someone who suited your position better.”

The words hurt to say. His fingers caress her hand before he dips his head and presses his lips to the back of them. “I do not wish to decide for you, Lilith. I only wish to see you in an arrangement more suitable to you.”

That Cassius man is not worthy to be on his knees before Lilith, nor his lips upon her knuckles. Noah hates it.

She lets out a sad sigh, her gaze dropping for a moment. "You know how I feel… I hate the thought of marrying someone who isn’t you."

A spark of hope in the back of his mind makes his lips part, to say something, when he hears one of her guards coming up the hall. Quickly, he lets go of her hand, stands, and bows his head. The guard doesn’t spare him a glance. Lilith’s good reputation keeps her from having to deal with any unsavory gossip, despite Noah’s late-night visits. They’ve been so careful.

Once the guard has passed, Noah’s eyes meet hers, and her hands. “I understand, Your Highne—” He stops. “Lilith.”

She gives him a small smile and slightly chuckles. She always finds it cute when he catches himself calling her by title and not by name.

Your chambers?" he says, a small smile on his face. The expression is different from hers, a little darker.

He is already thinking of what he'll do to her once they're behind closed doors, how he'll lose himself in her and let everything else fade away. Just for a little while, he wants to forget.

Forget the impending threat of Cassius.

Lilith meets his gaze, her voice is soft. "Please… lead the way."

He gives her his arm and leads her to her chambers. The guards give him the same disinterested looks as they pass. Once inside he can’t help himself: her lips are too soft and too sweet. His arms go around her and he holds her in a firm embrace and kisses her.

She gently cups his face in her hands, her touch warm and steady. Then, without hesitation, she kisses him—deeply, desperately. It’s a kiss filled with sadness, anxiety, and love, all tangled together in a way only they could understand.

They move to the bed, and he gently lays her down, his touch both careful and certain. He stays beside her, his lips lingering just above hers before pulling away just enough to speak.

"Let me take care of everything," he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise. "I can make your situation more desirable."

Before she can respond, his mouth finds her jaw, then her neck, trailing slowly, reverent kisses as if he’s committing every inch of her to memory.

"He won’t be a problem much longer," he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin as his fingers work at the buttons of her dress. His kisses are slow and firm, each one laced with unspoken promises. He moves with practiced ease, half the buttons undone when a sudden, urgent knocking shatters the moment. Rapid and insistent.

In one swift, instinctive movement, Lilith and Noah pull away from each other. She hastily readjusts her dress, smoothing it out as she sits upright on the bed, her composure returned. Noah, sensing the shift, crosses the room and positions himself, standing guard with his back to the door.

"Come in," Lilith says, her voice calm yet carrying authority.

Two of Cassius' guards enter the room, but the Lord himself is noticeably absent, much to Noah's obvious annoyance. They bow low and Lilith gestures for them to rise.

"Excuse the interruption, Your Highness," one of them says, his voice respectful but with regret. "We have had to confine your betrothed to his quarters; he was found drunk with not one, but two women. We are at a loss with what to do about this situation, and I deeply apologize."

Lilith rubs her face, her fingers pressing against her forehead as if trying to push away the weight of the situation. She’s lost for words, a moment of stunned silence hanging in the air as she processes the news.

The guards exchange nervous glances, the weight of what they have to say hovering over them like a cloud. After a brief pause, the first one hesitates before speaking again, his voice even more strained.

"There is more, Your Highness," he says, his gaze lowered. "The women are with child. We know not what to do, especially in light of your engagement to Lord Cassius, set for two turns of the moon."

"With... his child?" Lilith’s voice trembles slightly, a mix of disbelief and rising anger. "Both of them?"

Both of them. Yes, Your Highness," the guard replies, his tone regretful. "We would not have believed it if not for the doctors and midwives who confirmed it. What would you have us do? The… ladies of the night… are adamant about being taken care of, and Lord Cassius was quite insistent on not doing that."

Noah stands in the background, his jaw clenched tight, his hands clamped down on the hilt of his sword. He's doing the best he can to not look too satisfied, though a flicker of something dark crosses his face.

Lilith takes a deep breath, her eyes steady as she processes the news. "For the ladies," she says calmly but firmly, "No woman should have to go without proper medical attention during these months. The situation may be regrettable, but the gift of life is always beautiful. I won't allow them to stay in the castle, but I still want to make sure they have a safe place. See to it, please."

The guards bow and exit, the door clicking shut behind them. As the silence settles, Noah lets out a low laugh, the sound rich with satisfaction. 

“Good,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement. “I was beginning to fear you’d have to marry him.”

Lilith's gaze narrows, eyes pinning to him. "You did this. How?" There is both curiosity and a hint of suspicion in her voice. He is standing too pleased for her taste.

Noah walks toward her, his steps measured, and kneels before her, taking her hands gently in his. He presses a soft kiss to her knuckles, his lips lingering for just a moment.

 "Nothing is ever for free," he says with a knowing smile. "But I can tell you one thing, my coin was well spent."

Lilith rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the smile that tugs at her lips. She reaches out, her fingers brushing his cheek as she gently caresses his face, her thumb tracing soft circles.

 "You, Sir Knight," she says with a teasing tone, "are one tricky cat."

She giggles softly, her lips curving into a playful smile before she leans in and gives him a soft, sensual kiss, the warmth of the moment lingering between them.

He leans into her, gently pressing her down onto the bed as his hands work with urgency, starting to work her out of her dress. The feel of her warm skin and the intoxicating scent of lavender overwhelmed his senses. Every touch was a silent declaration, that he loved her, and was consumed by desire for her. The thought that she might one day marry another was a torment that made him ache with a fierce longing never to let her go.

Her soft sounds, the quiet moans escaping her lips, ignite something deep within him, a fire that burns brighter with every breath.

If only she weren’t forbidden fruit. Noah desires nothing more than to marry her, that they be on even ground in all aspects, and she doesn't have obligations and responsibilities that keep her beyond him. Maybe in another world, in another life…

"Lilith," he murmurs, lips grazing from hers down her jaw, down the side of her neck, farther down to heaving breasts.

"I live and breathe for you alone."

"I cannot ask you to live and breathe for me alone," she says softly, her voice filled with both love and sorrow. "You deserve to live for yourself. But know this; my heart beats with yours, and I will carry you with me in every step I take. Our love may be forbidden, but it will never be forgotten."

“I could live forever hearing those words from your lips,” he whispers, with each word being a vow. He will spend every moment of his life ensuring she gets the praise and affection she deserves.

His lips trail further down her chest, pressing soft, light kisses to her collarbones, her shoulders, and along her arms. He’s determined to kiss every inch of her body, every piece of her body that's his, if but to show how deeply he loves her. And he must.

Her heart races as she feels his soft kisses, the weight of his devotion sinking deep into her chest. She lays a hand on his face, guiding him to look up at her. 

"You are my protector, my knight," she whispers, her voice filled with tenderness. "But you must remember, your life is bound to me only by duty, not by choice. And yet, here you are, choosing me despite the consequences. I could not ask for more, and I can only hope that in this love we share, you will never lose yourself.”

Her words melt every fiber of his being, much as they had when he first swore himself to her the day they met, much as they did when they confessed their love. Noah can only stare at her, helpless, his lips parted in awe.

“My only duty is to you, always," he whispers, a devoted tone in his voice. He holds her face between both hands, pulling her close for another kiss. 

"I will worship you however you demand it," he purrs softly with reverence. "For you are my Goddess.”

Her heart swells at his words, but she feels the weight of the responsibility she carries. She cups his face gently, her fingers brushing his skin with a tenderness that combines affection and quiet strength.

“I do not ask to be worshiped Noah,” she whispers, her gaze delving into his. “I am a woman, flesh, and blood, bound by the same fears and longing as anyone else. But your loyalty Your heart. They are everything to me.” She presses a kiss to his forehead, her love for him evident. “And for you, I'd stand against heaven itself.”

Noah feels like his heart will burst in her grasp. She’s so beautiful, so kind, so perfect. His eyes shine with love and worship. He nuzzles into her hand, shutting his eyes in adoration.

He’s the luckiest man in the world to be able to love her; he wouldn't trade it for anything. His hands gently caress her legs as they lay there together, and in this moment, there's nothing he desires more than to please her.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice soft yet filled with longing. “Allow me to stay the night?”

She smiles at him, her eyes filled with warmth, before leaning in to kiss him gently.

"You may stay the night," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with devoted affection.

[kloppinthekop]

[etapereine]

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[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can���t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[hsslilly-blog]

first half of 2016 is interesting for claire. she’s having to retake classes and visit admin every other day because she thought dating her professor was a good idea. it was not. he’s out of a job and it doesn’t look like she’s graduating in may! she thinks it’s stupid because it’s not like she was using the relationship for grades. rolling eyes emoji. and then addison is not on speaking terms with her because #fuckclaire and her stupid selfish hypocritical self. and then they’re cast in a movie together and they have to act as if they’re best friends. did i mention the cult? claire is having a bad time and you know what happens when she’s having a bad time. a weird man is always there to prey on her and this time he calls himself her benefactor, and claire loves a title. maybe things will get better now #TRUST. oh also addison’s mother dies and sebastian is here too.

[poisonedapples]

Super heavy vent ahead in the tags

[please-picturemeintheweeds]

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[kavehayati]

I wish I could inject pasilyo into my brain so I can have permanent happiness

[dykehayleywilliams]

why must i make career decisions is it not enough to simply just vibe

[ontologicalmoki]

unsolicited parenting advice of the day tell your kids what to expect! If your two year old is anxious about when dad is going to get home from work, teach him to recognize what patterns indicate that dad is coming home soon! After lunch we will do an activity and then clean and THEN dad will get home. Listen when the calendar day starts with an S dad does not have to go to work!!

and if something goes wrong and today does NOT go according to the plan your little guy expects, tell him!! Hey, dad has to go to work after all today, but he will be home after lunch! Today dad has to get groceries after work, so he’ll be home later than normal. But he will return with more bananas! Focus on the positives too, give them things they can understand. Don’t just say “not today,” they understand the concept of grocery stores and unexpected trips. Just tell them the problem. You’d hate being in the dark about everything that happens to you also. Let them control their situation, even if it’s just their own emotions and expectations.

or even! Teach them to read an analogue clock! Let me tell you, church nursery in the 1.5-3.5 age group got so much less stressful and anxious for EVERYONE when I taught my kids how to read the clock. They don’t have to ask me anymore how much time is left and fish for answers I can’t give them. They know that their guardians will come for them when the long stripe on the clock touches the 2, and that if they aren’t there then then they’re LATE and they get to hold this over their parents head. Because they know their parents can be late. And they LOVE knowing when this has occurred. There is so much less anxiety.

anyway explain stuff to your kids, they want to know. This has been an unsolicited parenting advice PSA