#happy ace week y'all!!

[goddammit-sam]

#not me thinking I spelled happy ace week wrong bc I've been looking at it for too long and the words don't look real anymore #ace week #ace week 2022 #ace positivity #ace pride #asexual #acespec #asexual spectrum #asexuals are valid #demisexual #demi #greyasexual #gray asexual #grey ace #ace spec #other kinds of aces also #all y'all aces are valid #muggleborn-loser #goddammit-sam

[astrolina-and-co]

corvi: im no

cass: and i'm thank you

#im gonna draw this later btw #astrolina #happy ace week y'all #ceo of astrolina

[happi-tree]

midnight (close to you)

Taylor ❤️‍🔥                  just now u up

Lincoln grimaces at the 03:27 in bold numbers across the top of his screen before swiping on the message and unlocking his phone to type out a quick reply. 

Me                  Yeah. 

Lincoln is no stranger to seeing Taylor up at weird hours, but as he glances at past messages (filled on Taylor’s part with lots of exclamation points and cutesy little emotes), he suddenly feels a bit more awake. 

A chat bubble appears below, animated dots appearing and disappearing as he waits. 

Taylor ❤️‍🔥                   🕯️?

Me                  On it.

Or: Taylor has a bad night, and Lincoln tries his best to make it more bearable.

ao3

Swiftli time, lovebirds!!! Here’s my fic for day 5: demons/nightmares. Like days 1 and 3, this is part of the supernatural au @llumimoon, @kaseyskat, and I planned out together. Hope you enjoy!

(Title taken from "Sleep-walking" by Dreamcatcher).

Lincoln Li-Wilson is tossing and turning in a vain attempt at sleep when his phone buzzes.

Blearily, he wipes at his eyes as he focuses on the screen, wincing at the sudden brightness.

Taylor ❤️‍🔥                  just now

u up

Lincoln grimaces at the 03:27 in bold numbers across the top of his screen before swiping on the message and unlocking his phone to type out a quick reply. 

Me                 

Yeah. 

Lincoln is no stranger to seeing Taylor up at weird hours, but as he glances at past messages (filled on Taylor’s part with lots of exclamation points and cutesy little emotes), he suddenly feels a bit more awake. 

A chat bubble appears below, animated dots appearing and disappearing as he waits. 

Taylor ❤️‍🔥                  

🕯️?

Me                 

On it.

Lincoln pushes himself out of bed, making his way over to turn on his fairy lights (a joke gift from Normal, tiny pairs of butterfly wings casting the room in warm-tinted pinpricks of light) and opens one of his dresser drawers, pulling out the components he needs.

Next to go is the area rug, rolled up and pushed to the side to uncover the large pentagram painted into the floor, encircled by runes Lincoln had checked and double-checked, written in Taylor’s steady hand. 

He places the red taper candles in the direction of each of the four winds, scatters coarse salt atop the inked circle (a formality at this point, but he can never be too careful). He fumbles with the lighter, trying a few times before remembering to shut off the ceiling fan. 

Lincoln makes sure to crack the door open (the increasingly invasive questions from both of his dads had been downright embarrassing the last time they did this and he is not in the mood for a repeat experience). They won’t mind, he knows.

Besides, there are many worse things a teenage boy like Lincoln could be doing than ritually summoning a demon. Half-demon. Whatever. 

At each point of the star, he places small offerings: an unopened box of strawberry crunch Pocky; a Garfield plush (which he deeply hopes Taylor will give back to him, since it’s one of his favorites); a room-temperature Ramune; a sparkly sticker; a homemade charm bracelet (no iron or silver, of course, warded for protection and serenity). 

In the very center of the pentagram, Lincoln carefully places the Hatsune Miku keychain Taylor had lent him for this exact purpose.

Lincoln pricks his finger and lets a drop of blood fall to the outer edge of the circle, lets the sizzle of it drown out the soft mutterings of the incantation.

Five pinpricks of flame flare higher, brighter, and brilliant ribbons of fire spread outward to conjoin in the center of the circle. Lincoln watches warily as the ball of flame grows and grows, expanding outward and beginning to color with the reddish-magenta hue of his friend’s aura, casting the room in stark maroon shadows.

Before his eyes, the blaze grows brighter, burns hotter, practically pushing at the bounds of its ink-carved confinement, and Lincoln feels the heat lick at his face, warm against his cheeks.

As suddenly as it began, the light is extinguished, revealing the hunched pajama-clad form of Taylor amidst the embers and smoke, the faint cerise glow around him fading until he’s backlit by Lincoln’s fairy lights.

It’s an enchanting sight, normally, one that Lincoln cherishes, but not when Taylor’s glancing down at the painted floorboards with glossed-over eyes, trembling slightly.

“Hey,” Lincoln says, breaking the line of salt with a nudge of his socked foot, crawling forward until their knees touch.

A single, long strand of Taylor’s fringe is still aflame, so Lincoln leans inward and pinches it gently between his thumb and forefinger and extinguishes it with a hiss.

“Taylor,” Lincoln calls, voice hushed in the night but hopefully loud enough to get through to him. He tucks the midnight-dark strand behind the delicate, reddened point of Taylor’s ear.

When he doesn’t respond, doesn’t look up, worry settles further in his stomach, a leaden weight.

His hand cups his best friend’s face, carefully guiding upward until Taylor meets his gaze.

Glazed-over and deeply tired, Taylor stares blinkingly at him for a moment, eyes welling with tears.

“Hey,” Lincoln tries again, “what’s going o-” The air is knocked out of him in a quiet oof as Taylor lunges forward into his chest. He’s uncomfortably warm to the touch in such a way that would burn most people but only leaves Lincoln with a tingling sensation, kind of like sitting by a fireplace for a bit too long. He can feel the fabric of his sleep shirt growing wet where Taylor’s buried his face into his shoulder, and his arms come around to encircle his friend instinctively. 

“You’re burning up,” Lincoln frets as he touches the back of his hand to Taylor’s forehead. It feels like stretching his hands out over a bonfire rather than a candle, like usual, and he frowns at the way the heat pushes angrily against his wardings, making his hand glow a barely-perceptible gold. He frowns even deeper when Taylor only wriggles further into his arms, making a sad, distressed sort of sound.

Lincoln notices the way Taylor presses his ear into the left side of his chest, pushing against him like he’s searching out his heartbeat, and something in him twists a little. 

This floor can’t be comfortable for him, especially not when he’s shaking and breathing unevenly. 

Lincoln looks behind him, opens more of the salt circle with his bare foot, knocks over a crimson candle in the process.

Whatever, he’ll clean it up in the morning. 

“Gonna pick you up now, okay?” Lincoln murmurs, ducking his head so he doesn’t have to speak too loud and making sure to keep his voice slow and steady and reassuring.

Taylor nods against him, and Lincoln allows himself a shadow of a smile. 

“Good,” he says, and adjusts his hold, sliding one arm under Taylor’s knees and another along his back (beneath his shoulder blades, just in case). Something thin and warm coils itself around his forearm and squeezes, and Lincoln doesn’t need to look to know that Taylor’s wrapped his tail around him for support as his clawed hands scramble for purchase on his upper back. The fabric of Lincoln’s shirt shreds a little, but as always, Taylor’s scratching doesn’t manage to break through the latent magic just atop his skin. 

“Up we go!” Lincoln says, and Taylor clings to him even tighter as he holds his smaller friend aloft, carrying them both to his twin XL bed and depositing Taylor as gracefully as he can.

Which isn’t very graceful at all, since Taylor refuses to let go of him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Lincoln soothes - or at least tries to. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I just need you to let me go, ‘kay?”

Taylor shakes his head, mumbling something almost inaudible into his chest.

“What was that?” he says, even though he knows he heard the muffled no, not again the first time.

“Can’t,” Taylor says instead, leaving Lincoln leaning awkwardly over the edge of the bed, feeling oddly cold despite the feverish boy in his arms. 

“Okay,” Lincoln mutters, shifting his hold a little (because while Taylor is relatively easy to pick up, soccer has, admittedly, not done much for his arm strength). “Can I move my hand so you can hold it, maybe? So I can be next to you?”

Taylor hums in the affirmative, so Lincoln slides a hand from beneath his friend’s back, and Taylor takes it the second it’s offered, clutching it with clawed fingers like a lifeline as Lincoln climbs into the narrow bed beside him.

That doesn’t last long, though, because Taylor is quick to throw an arm across Link’s shoulders and drape his leg across Lincoln’s own in a strange, full body half-hug. 

Lincoln hums a little in concern, worry pulling at his brow. Taylor really must not be feeling well with the way that every point of contact between them burns the tiniest bit, despite the layers and layers of enchantments and wards and immunities that have woven themselves into Lincoln’s cells.

Taylor’s head buries just below Link’s jaw, the way Normal tends to do when he’s feeling needy or sad and wants their pack’s scent around him. His horns, still growing by the day, clip against the side of Lincoln’s face harmlessly as he shuffles into him. 

Lincoln takes a minute to marvel at the close bond he has with his friends that defies human description. To go from having nobody his own age to talk to, much less be around, to having three people who care about him - despite rocky introductions - who love him enough to call him family, to be pack, to choose him, to come to him for comfort and camaraderie, to want him… it’s a lot.

 Sometimes, if Lincoln thinks about it too hard, the way his friends give him affection so freely - the way Normal nearly tackles him to the ground with the force of his hug and calls him by Name when the world gets to be too much, the way Scary leans into him without hesitation, the way Taylor curls into him now without reigning in his infernal traits - he could almost cry.

Taylor’s tail wraps around Lincoln’s waist, steadfast and needy, the spaded tip of it thumping irregularly against Lincoln’s side. 

They rest like that for several moments that seem simultaneously like an instant and like they stretch on into eternity, eons passing with each movement of Lincoln’s fingers through Taylor’s sleep-mussed hair.

Since Lincoln can’t really look at Taylor without craning his neck awkwardly, he chooses a spot on the ceiling to stare at, reveling in the feeling of Taylor cuddling up against him and taking obviously deep, slow breaths so that Taylor can match them. The heat at his side slowly abates from almost-singeing to a comforting warmth, and just as slowly, Taylor’s breath evens out from where it fans against his neck.

Lincoln lets the relative silence wash over him, waiting.

“Link?” Taylor asks, voice slightly muffled. 

(Taylor’s lips brush against the side of Lincoln’s throat in a way that makes his breath catch, sends his heart fluttering in his chest, but that’s not something he wants to think too hard about right now.)

“Yeah?” he responds quietly, and thankfully his voice doesn’t sound too strangled as he whispers.

“Thanks.” Taylor doesn’t look up, doesn’t let go, but he’s relaxed more fully into Lincoln’s side rather than grasping in a desperate panic. 

“Anytime, man.” It’s amazing, the way Taylor’s presence can warm him from the inside out without even trying, without even factoring in his demonic abilities.

Lincoln doesn’t press for answers. 

At this point, he doesn’t really need to. It’s become something of a routine for them over the past few months - whenever Taylor is left in an empty house and craves company, whenever Lincoln is feeling a little too cold, whenever sleep eludes them, the summoning circle is there, just to the side of Lincoln’s bed, and suddenly, things are a little less lonely.

Sometimes, Taylor wants to talk. Sometimes, he keeps to himself, and Lincoln tries not to let it worry him too much.

Anxiety meds are great for that, but the haunted look in his friends’ eyes is an unknown that Lincoln can’t protect them from, can only try his best to understand, fumbling and human as he is. 

“I, uh. Had a bad dream,” Taylor starts, tucking his head out of Lincoln’s neck to face him.

Ah. Tonight falls in the former category, then.

“Yeah?” Lincoln hears himself say, though he had figured as much.

“Yeah. Really, uh. Really bad.”

Taylor’s voice sounds so small in the mostly-dark quiet of the room. 

Lincoln squeezes their hands, still conjoined, a tiny, wordless reassurance.

“You’re safe now,” Lincoln tells him. “My dad’s warded this entire house like crazy.”

Taylor scoffs. “Yeah, like I could forget after the first time you snuck me in.”

“I thought we agreed we would never talk about that again,” Lincoln responds, mock-shuddering.

“You begged me not to bring it up, I promised nothing. Not the same thing.”

Lincoln likes seeing Taylor’s smile again, even if it’s just the barest flash of fang glinting in the soft glow of his distant fairy lights. Even when it fades a few seconds later.

Taylor’s tail squeezes around Lincoln’s middle, and Lincoln brings a hand to rest on his shoulder.

“Hey,” He murmurs. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Taylor laughs again, but it’s a shaky, mirthless sound, this time.

“I know you wouldn’t,” He says quietly. Then, “You didn’t, in my dream. You, uh, died.”

“Oh,” Lincoln says.

“Didn’t wanna bother you with it, but you were awake, and it’s stupid, but…” Taylor’s voice trails off.

Lincoln exhales, holds his friend closer.

“I wouldn’t wanna lose you, either,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, just between his horns.

Taylor’s warmth flares in his hold, just a little bit, and the corners of Lincoln’s lips turn up a fraction. Even despite everything, his best friend is incredibly easy to fluster. 

“There were… hunters,” he mumbles, looking down at Lincoln’s orange-and-black striped comforter, grasping for his hands and fidgeting with their loosely-locked fingers to distract Lincoln (and maybe himself, too) from the way his shoulders still tremble. “They were coming for us - Norm, Scary, Hermie. Me.”

Something in Lincoln’s stomach feels like it just twisted, and pressure builds behind his eyes - half-exhaustion, half-sorrow.

“Taylor - hey, Tay, look at me, please?”

Lincoln sees the way that Taylor’s downturned, red-tinged mahogany eyes brim with tears, threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

Lincoln gently extricates a hand from Taylor’s grasp, brings it to rest under his chin, tilting it upward until they are face to face again and he can peer into his eyes.

Taylor’s eyes have a fire lit behind them, one he’s always noticed in the back of his mind before either of them were aware of his demonic heritage. It’s captivating, the way that they catch in the light, spark to match the bright burn of Taylor’s convictions. Again and again, they’ve drawn Lincoln in like a moth to a flame, crimson-brown-black and enchanting in an entirely different way than anything of the fae.

Lincoln thinks he would jump into the fire and set himself ablaze if it meant that he would never have to see the light behind his eyes shrink to the pinpricks that he sees now.

Hot tears stream down Taylor’s cheeks, silent except for the small hiss the droplets make as they hit the fabric of Lincoln’s bedspread.

Lincoln thumbs the rest away as Taylor leans into the affection, catlike, and the thing in Lincoln’s stomach writhes again.

“Taylor,” he says again, “Look at me.”

Dark eyelashes flutter open, and Taylor looks so, so tired, so haunted.

(Lincoln’s seen that look before on the face of someone else he loves, and he’d give anything to never see it on either of them again.)

“I need you to listen to me.”

Lincoln has… a hard time making eye contact, sometimes, but this is important, so he stares into his friend’s eyes, doesn’t back off or let his gaze slide away. 

“You know my family wouldn’t let that happen. That - my dad - it’s his whole thing, you know?”

“Your dad wasn’t there,” Taylor says. “Just you.”

“Then I wouldn’t let that happen. You know I wouldn’t, if it came down to it.”

“I know,” Taylor replies, miserably. “That’s the problem.”

Oh.

“The jackass - in my dream, y’know - the guy that shot you, you know what he said? He said that it was a shame that he had to waste a silver bullet on a pesky human. That it was sad that we’d, like, magicked you into siding with us. Which was so fucked up and I - I couldn’t move, I was so angry. And scared, god, I was terrified, and Norm and Scary were, too, and then it all went black, and-”

“And you woke up?” Lincoln guessed.

“Yeah,” Taylor says. “Nearly melted my phone trying to text you.”

Lincoln frowns, scooches closer to him. Rests a hand on Taylor’s cheek, leans in to press their foreheads together.

Taylor’s horns poke uncomfortably against his skull, but Lincoln ignores it - besides, with all of the immunities he’s built up, the pain barely registers.

“I’m here,” Lincoln says.

“I know,” Taylor responds, and his voice is hoarse.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You - Link, you can’t just say that. I know you’ve got some weird, fucked-up magic shit protecting you, but you’re human, and I’m -”

“Half-human,” Lincoln reminds him, not unkindly. “You didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, you didn’t, either!”

“I know,” Lincoln responds. “We’re both new to this, and there’s horrible people out there that have it out for us, and we just gotta… live with that.”

“It’s not fair,” Taylor groans, resting his face in the crook of Lincoln’s neck again.

“It isn’t,” Lincoln agrees as he begins to card fingers through warm, dark hair. Taylor makes a soft, whispery sort of sound like the crackling of a campfire, resonating from his chest in the demonic equivalent of purring. 

“You’re right. I’m human, even if I’m harder to mess with than most,” Lincoln says. “But I chose this, at least a little bit. I chose you, all of you. And I’m not gonna back out. We’re in this together, dude. As long as you’ll have me?”

“You say that like it’s a question. I’ll always want you. I’m a selfish bitch like that.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend like that,” Lincoln teases, and presses another kiss to the top of Taylor’s head for emphasis.

He chuckles. “You keep that up, and people are gonna think we’re more than best friends.”

“Pretty allonormative of you, Taylor,” Lincoln snipes. “Plus, I don’t see anyone else here…”

“Well, then, I guess I can retaliate without an audience,” Taylor responds, and Lincoln can hear the familiar mischief in his voice.

“Retal- ah,” the air leaves Lincoln’s lungs as Taylor presses his lips against the side of his neck, purposefully lets a fang graze against the delicate skin there.

“Mm,” Taylor hums. Lincoln can feel the vibration of it against his throat, and the sound goes straight to his head, warm and sleep-fuzzed and more than a little deliriously dizzy.

“Sorry,” Taylor says, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he pulls away after a moment with a soft popping sound. “You were saying?”

Taylor’s tail sways back and forth behind him, giving him the appearance of a predator ready to pounce.

“Guh,” Lincoln responds intelligibly, trying to get his brain back online. “You’re the worst, sometimes, you know that? Like, I was going somewhere with that, and then - you -”

“I am pretty insufferable, huh,” Taylor says with a close-lipped grin, sounding far too self-satisfied.

“Guess I’ll just have to suffer you, then,” Lincoln replies with a small grin of his own, dragging Taylor down into his arms.

Taylor gives in easily, tail brushing against the side of Lincoln’s leg affectionately.

“Taking one for the team,” Lincoln says. “I’m pretty good at that.”

“Too good,” Taylor says, looking up at him from the circle of his arms. “I don’t need you throwing yourself into the, like, line of fire for me when I’m immune, yeah?”

“The dream wasn’t real, you know.”

“Could be, someday,” Taylor muses, and though the tear tracks have evaporated from his face, there’s still a twist of uncharacteristic melancholy in his expression. 

Lincoln hums. “Well, in the meantime, maybe we can protect each other? And the others. That sound okay?” he asks. “Because I’m not gonna stop having your back anytime soon.”

“Same here,” Taylor says. “You’re ours, and anyone who comes at us can take you away over my dead body.”

“Possessive,” Link notes, pointedly ignoring the way his heart jolts. “And kinda morbid.” “Eh, it’s a demon thing, I think,” Taylor shrugs. 

“Dork.”

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot.” 

“Taylor, you’re part demon. Being hot is your thing.”

“Oh, so I’m attractive to you, huh? What are you gonna do, kiss me about it?” There’s a single fang poking out of Taylor’s smile, and Lincoln fails not to think about the way it felt brushing over his pulse.

“Maybe. If we both go to sleep after this.”

Taylor blinks lazily at him. “Sleep sounds nice,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Think you could keep the nightmares away?” His eyes, as tired as they are, are so deep and dark and beautiful.

“I’ve got a few charms for that,” Lincoln answers, pointing around the room at bundles of herbs and twine and rune-inscribed parchment that Marco had strung up along corners of the ceiling.

“Link, I was trying to be flirty.”

“Oh,” Lincoln says. Then, “So if I kiss you, you’ll go to sleep?”

“Mm, that can be arranged,” Taylor agrees, his tail snaking around to tap against Lincoln’s nose affectionately before wrapping around his waist.

“Good,” Lincoln breathes, and he leans in to meet Taylor halfway. 

In the end, Lincoln loses count of how many lazy kisses they exchange in the faint glow of the fairy lights before they succumb to slumber, but when he wakes, Taylor is still in his arms, a faint smile on his face in his sleep.

Lincoln can feel his face mirror the expression as he wipes a bit of Taylor’s drool away with the back of his hand. He leans down and ghosts his lips over Taylor’s temple, tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear, filled with an uncomfortable-yet-comforting warmth wherever their bodies overlap.

Lincoln basks in it as he closes his eyes again, resting against the pillows, and knows that whatever dangers lurk ahead, they’ll face them together. 

#ah. swiftli my beloveds <333 feels good to post them again!!! #ideally. i would've posted day 2/4's fic yesterday for More Context purposes but alas 😔 the eepy got me and we have a schedule to keep #i don't think it's toooooooo hard to read between the lines for this one? v light to nonexistent detective work here methinks #but i'll let y'all be the judge of that! #anyway. the li-wilsons have made me particularly unwell in this au and i will be abnormal about them FOREVER #anyway uh. boys cuddling and kissing perhaps queerplatonically. what then 😳😳😳 #tbh you can read this anyway you like! just know that neither of them are completely allo in my head (happy belated ace week) #and also. there's a couple little nods to link having autism here and there <3 bc i am an autistic link truther #and an autistic taylor truther too btw it's just not as obvious here #okokok now for actual tags #dndads #fic #swiftli #dndads halloween week 2023 #happi scribbles #bat and wolf #happi rambles

[sagesolsticewrites]

Cake & Dragons | Austin x asexual!gn!Reader

Your boyfriend goes above and beyond to help you celebrate Ace Week <3

a/n: aaaand here’s an incredibly self-indulgent little blurb from your local greyace author! Happy Ace Week to my fellow aces, you're all valid and I love y'all! And to my allo friends, I really encourage y'all to learn about asexuality and the asexual spectrum, it's such an underrepresented identity in fandom. I'd recommend starting with AVEN, the Asexual Visibility and Education network!

Asexuality is defined as experiencing little to no sexual attraction. This is not aromanticism, which is defined as experiencing little to no romantic attraction, though some asexuals also identify as aromantic, and vice versa!

Word count: 552

Warnings: mentions of previous aphobia, Austin being a sickeningly perfect boyfriend, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Masterlist | add yourself to my taglist!

Austin had always been supportive of your asexual identity.

You remembered being absolutely terrified to come out to him, sure that as sweet as he was he’d break up with you for someone more normal, someone who could give him what you couldn’t. That had happened with previous partners— you worked up the courage to tell them that you had no interest in sex at all, and they either broke up with you on the spot, or made it their mission to “fix” you.

He was confused at first, but once you’d explained it to him — you didn’t experience sexual attraction at all, and you had absolutely zero interest in sex — he soothed your fears immediately.

“Thank you for telling me, sweetheart,” he had said, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the backs of your hands, “You know that I love you, and this doesn’t change anything about that.”

You had established boundaries, and he was diligent in respecting them and making you promise to tell him if he ever did anything that crossed a line or made you uncomfortable.

So yeah, he was pretty perfect. But when you had offhandedly mentioned a couple weeks ago that Ace Week was coming up, you hadn’t expected… this.

Austin had been suspiciously absent from bed when you’d woken up, and you had crept out to the kitchen, following the telltale sounds of Austin surely creating some sort of chaos, to find an array of black, white, grey, and purple balloons decorating the kitchen, along with a bouquet of flowers in the same colors, and your boyfriend messily, painstakingly frosting a cake in the same colors: the colors of the ace flag.

“Um… Aus?” you laugh, taking in the scene before you.

He spins around, a bright grin on his face. 

“Hey, sweetheart!” He beams, stepping forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, keeping his frosting-covered hands carefully away from you. 

“What’s all this?” you grin, leaning over to take in the cake, the different colored frostings messily fading into each other.

“It’s Ace Week, isn’t it?” He replies, “You’re always doing things to celebrate me, I wanted to do something to help you celebrate for a change.” He looks around, seeming to finally take in just how much is going on in your little kitchen. “I, uh… might have gone a little overboard,” he laughs sheepishly.

Your heart melts at the earnestness in his eyes, and you pull him in for a kiss. 

“I love it,” you assure him as you pull away, beaming. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now c’mere,” he says, leading you over to the living room, “I’ve got more stuff for you.”

“More?!”

Austin indeed showers you with gifts the whole day, despite you sweetly reminding him that he has “a whole week to do this, you don’t have to do all this today!”, and you fall asleep that night with a new stack of books on your bedside table (“Did you know how many books there are with ace characters now?” Austin had said in wonder when he presented them to you, “I picked out ones I thought you’d like, but I’ve got a whole list if you want to look at it.”), cuddling a purple stuffed dragon (“You said dragons are an ace thing right?” he had asked almost nervously, “I just saw it yesterday and thought of you.”), heart full to bursting with the knowledge that Austin was willing to do all of this just to make sure you knew how much he loved and supported you.

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#happy ace week y’all!!! #i know this one was a little short but i hope y'all liked it :) #austin butler x reader #austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis (2022) #elvis 2022 #austin butler fanfiction #ace week #asexual!reader #asexual reader #asexual awareness week

[the-very-rubiest]

I've been thinking about a cute lil fic where someone in the audience holds a asexual or aromantic flag and that's how maybe joel or aleksi find out that that's a thing you can be and figures out that he is normal after all and there's other people feeling the same

Hey anon, so I've had this ask chilling in my inbox for a while now, bouncing back and forth in my head a little with some disjointed ideas. I'm definitely not gonna write it, and this is not at all what you requested (tonally), but some thoughts:

First of all, I can't imagine them recognizing the flags at a glance so the first thing that happens in my head is that someone bumps into the person holding the flag and goes, "What country is that? I don't know the flag—Joonas, you know all the flags. What flag is that?" (Joonas: "Uh, I don't think that's a country flag…") Cue laughter from the fans in question and an explanation, which leads to:

"What's that?" More explanation. Explanation processing, please hold. And this is where I deviate from your idea, anon, because as common an experience as the "I'm normal after all" feeling is, I'm also a big fan of the "Wait a minute, people are feeling WHAT? I thought everyone was exaggerating!"

Definitely not because I had that experience, no no.

Results would still be the same, a whole lot of introspection and feelings of "huh, I guess that makes sense" and finally a better understanding and acceptance of yourself. I just uh…had to be funny about it. Sorry.

(More serious thoughts under the cut because this is kind of a touchy subject.)

That said, I can see your scenario happening especially re: Joel and the aro flag. Regardless of his actual identity (which we don't know and can't speculate on), Mr. "I don't know what love is" definitely has a difficult enough relationship with romance to at least question if the label might fit him after learning about it. What happens from there, I shall leave to an author who's more comfortable writing about all this because TBH I'm always iffy about fanworks assigning identities to real people, no judgment to people who do, it just feels a bit risky to me. Ship fic I don't mind as much because it's more of a silly little what-if scenario and less focused on something this personal, does that make sense?

(But also, as an asexual myself who has encountered quite a few oblivious aspecs in my lifetime…you ever hear someone talk and wonder if you should alert them to the existence of the ace/aro spectrum, just in case? Like "Hey, you good over there or do you need some vocabulary?" because regardless of their actual orientation, people can only benefit from having that info to help understand themselves. So…I'm not saying someone should actually take one for the team and wave an aro flag in his face buuuuuut—?)

#i struggled a lot typing this out hELP can you tell i'm very off the record + 10 km outside my comfort zone #anyway if someone wants to take anon's idea and write it please do #ask #anonymous #fanfic tag #nonsense tag #commentary #happy ace week y'all!

[skythanlmao]

#ha my miserable edit with aled last in it #stfu i literally use pic collage so bear with it i just wanted to do smth bruh like smth for ace week? ik this isn't like that much but #a part of me is happy and ALED LAST💕💕 #happy ace week y'all 😤🛐💕💕💕 #ace it till me make it this is unhinged nvm hahaha #aroace #radio silence #i didn't read loveless gotta do that soon #asexuality is VALID #aromantic IS VALID #this isn't specifically ace post cuz it got aro in it hahaha but i just wanted to post everything at once so yeah but that doesn't mean #i am like invalidating at all sorry if it seems that way i just wanted to edit my lil cute fav character over there

[what-eats-owls]

Clean Books.

It's Friday of Ace Week, and I feel like I need to articulate something.

A month or so ago, I was signing at a convention, and I kept getting a specific ask from adults: "Are your books clean?"

And I didn't know what to say. I write for teens. There's body horror, violence, swearing, underage drinking, child abuse/neglect, forced marriage, discussion of past sexual assault, the magic system is essentially "take drugs made out of gods," dirty jokes by the bushel. Sex itself is discussed and depicted with, I hope, all the awkwardness, silliness, and earnestness that rings true for teen characters, as well as respect for the intended teen audience.

But to the people asking for "clean books," it's usually just that last one they're interested in. (Followed by swearing.)

I think, when your book is flagged as an Ace Book, some readers just expect a prominent ace character... and some readers expect a Clean Book. Something pure and wholesome, where sex doesn't exist and no one thinks dirty thoughts, it's just chaste hand-holding and cuddles and maybe a closed-mouth kiss.

That is deeply, deeply unfair to ace readers and writers. A lot of us have spent and/or will spend a lot of our lives, from adolescence onward, trying to figure out exactly what our relationship is with sex. What we want, what we don't want, when we want it, if we want it, if we even tolerate it. Asexuality is a spectrum for a reason; to expect ace work to be "clean" denies it the room to assert its full identity.

I write for the teens who are told they're "just late bloomers" because they aren't interested in dating, while their saved AO3 searches would obliterate the Vatican. My books are not Ace as in No Dirty Thoughts, they are Ace as in Deconstructing the Scam of Compulsory Allosexuality. And that doesn't have to be for you. But it doesn't make it any less ace. It is not abandoning asexuality. It doesn't make them "impure."

Happy Ace Week, y'all.

(I decided, by the way, that my standard answer to "are your books clean" is a simple "Yes.")

#asexuality #strong feelings here look out!

[jelsah27]

imposter syndrome talked ab just some forewarning

In History Class

MC: *walks into class with a small smile on their face*

Deuce: Good morning, MC. You seem happy today.

Ace: Yeah what's got you all smiley?

MC: Well, Kalim and Jamil were at my dorm the other day. Kalim really wanted to know about foods from my world and Jamil tagged along for obvious reasons. At on point Kalim wanted to look at my room and he found my snap-out-of-it post-it notes on the wall.

Deuce: Snap-out-of-it post-it notes?

MC: Oh, yeah they help remind me that a lot of the problems I think I have aren't really as problematic as I think. Like "Every personality is a creation of experiences that make you you." or "My friends like me because I am me". You see a while ago I figured out that I have a bit of Imposter Syndrome.

Ace: A bit of what?

MC: Well, it's pretty much I feel like I'm not the person everyone thinks I am. I'm not the gifted child everyone remembers or the smart person everyone seems to think I am. That if I can't hurry up and live up to everyone's expectations that they'll figure out I'm not as great a person they think I am and be disappointed and angry that all I am is an empty shell of who they believed I was and leave. Some times it will also come in the form of believing that my friends only want to be around me out of pity or that if I don't like what they like or want to do the same things as them then they will leave, even if they've reassured me they love me. I think the worst thoughts I ever got from it was when I started to believe that my personality was fake and that I didn't know why I was so different than the kid everyone liked. I started to believe that I had faked my personality from different shows, books, or even people to even have one.

MC: Honestly I didn't even realize it was imposter syndrome till someone else pointed it out to me after telling them this. I genuinely had no clue I was so disgusted with myself till I was talking with them about it and they pointed out that none of what I was saying was true, that everybody knew who I was and loved me as I am. I think I cried when they told me that.

Deuce: Prefect... I had no idea...

MC: It's alright, I've been learning to get better at combating it. Anyway, Kalim asked me about it and I basically told him and Jamil what I just told you. He then asked me what I'm doing to overcome it. So I told him about the main things that have helped. Reminding myself constantly that I am not fake or hiding who I am from people I love and who love me. Whenever I feel negative thoughts try to take over, think about one positive thing that I have done or something someone had said they love about me for every dark thought. If it gets to bad though, go to someone I trust and ask them flat out about those thoughts, it helps a lot. And twice a week I make a post-it or journal about one or two small things. Maybe a compliment someone gave me, or a task I completed. So every day or so since they've-

Jamil: *walks into the room* Prefect, here. I must get to class before Kalim catches something on fire I mean gets into trouble. Have a good day.*hands MC a small note and leaves the classroom*

MC: *smiling contently* It say 'Thank you for helping Kalim study yesterday great sevens know he needed it and your smile is unique'

Deuce: *getting out paper* If it helps you, I'll gladly join in.

Little bit of a rant u can skip I hope you enjoyed the post <3 Y'all I'm sorry I didn't mean to trauma dump but I really like the idea. But the story is true and I did cry (and it was in a restaurant) when my sis told me I was wrong and she knew who I really and she loves me. That our friends won't leave because all humans have opinions and we are allowed to clash. And that my personality isn't fake, that everyone's personality is what they've created themselves and that people add and take away from themselves all the time and work on parts of themselves they don't like to become better. That my brain was just being dark when there was many lights around me, waiting to be recognized. If any of y'all read this its just one side of imposter syndrome, there are a few versions and many levels of severity. I genuinely think you are awesome and perfectly imperfect the way you are!

Anywho thanks for reading!

#twst mc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #kalim x reader #twst kalim #kalim al asim #twst jamil #jamil viper #imposter syndrome #jamil x reader #twst duece #deuce x reader

[ghostofthemost141]

Cherry Soda

Pairing: Ghost x GN!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,062

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Comfort, Self Loathing

!Warnings!: Mention of Self Harm and Scars but nothing explicit

About: After coming home from a mission, Simon sees the effects of how you are coping and knows how to help you out.

Notes: I felt like I didn't great on this one but I hope y'all enjoy it regardless! Nickname for you is Ace. Enjoy!

“Ace?”

“Yes?”

I was almost startled to hear Simon's voice enter the house, but then I remembered the letter he sent me a week ago, that he would be home soon. He didn't say exactly when but soon to him is usually within a week or so.

“Where you at, love?” Simon called for me.

I felt so terrible. Usually I would have his favorite dinner ready for him when he would come home, but here I am, rotting on our bed in solitude.

“Bedroom.” I softly answered.

Seconds later, I could hear heavy, but gentle footsteps come down the hallway and stop at our doorway.

“Are you in here?” Simon asked.

“Yes.” I croaked.

Even though I was happy he was home, knowing he was home means he would have to leave again. And who knows how long he will be home for until he has to leave once again. The bedroom door swung open, with Simon standing there in the doorway in all his glory. His handsome glory.

“There you are.” I felt Simon sit on the bed and place his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey. I'm sorry.” I apologize.

“For what?”

“I didn't have dinner ready.” I said, feeling immense guilt invade my stomach.

Simon didn't say anything back, instead he just rubbed my side, up and down, making sure his skin was touching mine. Despite being in combat all the time, his skin was always soft to touch and so smooth. I guess that's why he always wears his gloves to not damage them. It was silent between us though, and that worried me. Was he mad at me? He has to be. But if he was mad he would communicate with me about it. I wish I could read his mind and figure out how he was feeling.

“Love?”

“Yes?”

“I'm fine with takeout.” He said.

I could feel the guilt increasing in my gut.

“No, I'll get up and cook.” I said as I started to get up but Simon stopped me.

He still wore some of his tactical gear, his boots and his balaclava mask but his blue eyes told me everything he was saying without saying it.

“Let's go eat somewhere. Just me and you.” Simon suggested.

He just got done from a month-long mission and nearly died doing so, as he does with every mission, and he wants to cater to me? What is he on? I should be the one catering to him.

“No you pick, Si.” I said.

“Ace.”

I felt a chill down my spine as Simon spoke my name. It wasn't out of anger nor annoyance but it was definitely in severity. He definitely wants to make it known to me that he is being serious right now.

“Where do you wanna eat at? You pick.” Simon urged me.

I thought about it for a moment.

“Um..I've been kinda wanting Italian. I just don't like going out by myself.” I suggested.

Simon held my hand and rubbed it with his thumb. I loved the feeling of his skin on mine. Just so soft. So comforting. It sent good chills down my spine.

“You been saying you wanted to try that local place, right?”

“Yeah.” I said.

“Well then let’s go. I’ll pamper myself up real quick.” Simon told me as he got up from bed.

“You going to powda yo nose, love?” I asked, in my overexaggerated accent.

SImon laughed in amusement.

“You’re funny, darling.”

Simon stripped off all of his clothing and my eyes were all over his body. I have never been with a guy who was as ‘ripped’ as Simon, but my god was it like looking at a perfectly sculpted statue all the time.

“A picture lasts longer, you know.” Simon knocked me out of my trance.

I rolled my eyes at him as I slowly got my ass out of bed to do the same. I don’t exactly ‘look bad’ but I definitely need to change clothes and whatnot. Before I stripped off my clothes though, I remembered. I didn’t know how Simon would react to seeing ‘that’ on my body. I slowly approached the dresser as he went into our shared bathroom to clean his face up. I quickly opened the drawer and just grabbed the first T-Shirt and pair of jeans that I saw. I don’t want to be suspicious but also didn’t want Simon to see what I did to myself. He doesn’t need to worry about me. He already has a lot on his plate. Right as I buttoned up my jeans, Simon entered back into the room. His mask was off and his face was cleaned off of his black face paint that he always puts around his eyes. God, he was so handsome. How did I get so lucky? He should be with someone else, not me. Someone who is stable mentally and is perfect and has a better figure and body and-

“What’s on your mind, love?”

Simon’s gravelly voice was close and I felt his touch on my cheek. He leaned in close to me, looking down at me. He knows.

“It's nothing. I promise, Si.” I lied to reassure him.

Simon peered his eyes at me. I know he doesn't believe me, I can just tell.

“Alright.”

This conversation wasn't over but he just didn't want to fight with me right now, even though I should be the one to cater to him. I wanted to protest once again but I knew he wouldn't be happy if I did, only cause that's just how Simon is. He would rather me be catered than him even though he deserves to be catered to as well.

“You ready, my love?” Simon asked.

“Yes.”

~

“So many choices.” I comment, eyeing the menu.

Not only were there a lot of choices, but the prices were a bit steep too. Granted it is a local place, but if I would have known about the prices I wouldn't have made the suggestion. I feel awful now. I don't like Simon spending money on me.

“What are you feeling like tonight?” Simon asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. As Simon scanned the menu, I took notice of him and his features. It's not often that Simon will go out in just plain clothes and something concealing his face. I know he does it to protect us, even though I don't think it's necessary. He shouldn't hide his beautiful face. In fact it's me that should be the one-

“Hello, welcome to Mama Rita's! My name is Gary and I'll be the one taking care of y'all tonight. Can I start y'all off with some drinks?” A male waiter approached us with a chipper attitude.

“Do y'all have gin and tonic ‘ere?” Simon asked Gary.

“We do. Would you like one of those?”

“Yes, with water too, please sir.” Simon added.

“And for you?” Gary asked me.

They have cherry soda here. It's one of the very few sodas that doesn't make me bloated nor feel like shit when I drink it compared to the usual cola sodas. But it is quite pricey, since according to the menu they make the sodas the old fashioned way.

“Just water.”

“Actually she will have a cherry soda. I almost didn't see that on the menu, but it's her favorite.” Simon butted in.

What? What is he doing? I don't get it.

“Alright a cherry soda. Do y'all know what you want to eat or do y'all need a minute?” Gary asked us.

“A minute please.” I said.

“You got it!” Gary said and he walked off to give us a moment.

Of course that was just a diversion so Simon could talk with me.

“Love.”

“Yes?”

“What's wrong? You're not your usual self.” Simon said, holding my hand and running his thumb on my hand.

I held back tightly.

“Why did you get me the cherry soda? You know we are trying to save money.” I said, trying to hold back tears.

“What in bloody hell do you mean, Ace? I don't understand.” Simon questioned me, but also tried to comfort me.

“It's nothing, Si.”

I hung my head down to avoid looking at him. I felt so much shame and guilt with myself. I don't deserve him, I don't deserve him.

“Darling, you're about to cry. I need to know what is going on.”

“I'm such a bad partner to you.” I spat out, with it coming out harsher than I meant to.

Simon was silent for a moment and he was about to speak when Gary came back with our drinks. He sat down Simon's drink and water in front of him and my cherry soda in front of me. The piercing red syrupy drink stared at me as if it was mocking me.

“Are we ready?”

“Uh yes, sir.” I spoke.

“What can I get started for y'all?”

Simon stayed silent waiting for me to go first but I motioned for him to go first.

“We will get an order of mozzarella sticks, some spinach and artichoke dip.”

Those are my two favorite appetizers in the world. Simon, stop.

“What else?” Gary asked him.

“For my meal, I'll take the Creamy Tuscan Salmon.” Simon added.

Gary quickly wrote down what Simon said and he took the menu from Simon.

“And for you?”

“Get whatever you want, love.” Simon commented before I could even speak.

He meant it too.

“Just the chicken Alfredo will be alright.” I say, handing him my menu.

“Alright I'll go put those in for y'all.” Gary said.

“Thank you.” Simon and I both thanked him in unison as he walked off.

I already knew what was coming so I hung my head down.

“Ace.”

“I'm sorry, Simon.”

“You don't need to be fucking sorry for nothing.”

His tone was harsh, but only because he wanted me to know he was being serious. I wanted to say something back, but I couldn't find the words to say. Instead, the tears rush down my face. He knew I wasn't crying despite not making any noises.

“I saw the marks on your body.”

I felt my heart stop and start racing all at once, if that was even possible.

“W-What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to play dumb.

“Ace, you're a bad fucking liar.”

He got me there. I indeed am.

“I just..”

“How long have you been doing that for?” Simon asked me out of genuineness.

“I just fucking hate when you leave. I get so depressed when I am left alone and just pray everyday you get to come home, even though there's a high chance that you won't and my brain just gets to me and I hate myself for it.” I spewed out.

I sobbed silently as Simon squeezed my hand in reassurance. I know he was only silent because he was trying to find the right words to say.

“Love, please. You don't need to do any of that to yourself.”

“I didn't mean for you to see it.”

“But I'm glad I did.” Simon said.

“What?”

“It's so I can help you. Ace, you're my special person. If I didn't love you then I wouldn't be with you but here we are. We've been together for a while now. You don't need to think that way about yourself nor do any of that to yourself. I want to help you. You said you hate being alone so maybe we can get you a companion.” Simon suggested.

“Like a cat?”

“Maybe.”

“A dog?”

“Eh, maybe.”

“What about a pony?”

“Okay you're pushing it now, love.” Simon chuckled.

I chuckled as Simon lifted my hand up and placed a gentle kiss on my hand. His soft lips sent little tingles throughout my hand and into my body.

“We will talk more when we get home but for now let's enjoy a meal, ‘kay?” Simon said.

“Okay, Simon Riley.” I said as he peered his eyes at me, “does Johnny or any of them call you Simon?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause they would already be dead if they did.” Simon half joked.

I laughed, knowing he meant it as a joke. Simon laughed as well, laughing at me. Even though I still felt the guilt in my chest, I had a feeling that maybe everything would be okay.

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #callofduty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #ghostofthemost141

[microwaved-garlic-bread]

It's that time of year again! Happy Ace Week y'all! It feels great to be seeing so much Ace Positivity again. To all of my fellow Aces, I wish you a very happy week. Remember that you are valid!

#ace week #ace #asexual #ace positivity #happy ace week

[here2bbtstrash]

moving day (explicit)

genre: domestic-ass smut (honestly kind of fluffy bc i am Whipped For Min Yoongi)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: you manage to entice your boyfriend into taking a break from unloading boxes to unload something else instead.

word count: 2.6k

contains: explicit sexual content bloop bloop !!! established relationship, up to you if it's idol-verse or not idk 🤷‍♀️, cunnilingus, blowjob, reader gets a facial oop, tiny bit of praise kink, long-haired yoongi with a hair tie on his wrist 🥵🥵, yoongi has domestic soft dom energy, reader is yoongisexual lmao

A/N: my water sign placements really Jumped out with this one...... that's all i'll say lmao i am lowkey embarrazzed and not responsible for any delulu feelings this may stir up 👀👀 BUT BOY IT SURE WAS NICE TO WRITE A YOONGI THAT ISN'T THE ONE FROM LDOMLT !!! even i need a break from that asshole sometimes 😂 hope y'all enjoyyyyy 💜

this is also on AO3!

~*~

“Remind me again why we didn’t hire movers?” The question comes out strained as you struggle to lift a particularly heavy box.

Your boyfriend watches you carefully to make sure you’re lifting safely– if you have to hear him say ‘with your knees, not your back’ one more time, you think you might lose it. Then he grabs another box off the truck and follows you up the drive to the house.

“I didn’t realize you had so much crap,” he says with a wry laugh. You make a mental note to get him back for that later.

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, and when you finally deposit the box on the kitchen floor, you reach up to wipe it away with the back of your hand. The heat wave that’s been ongoing for the last few weeks is stifling, but Yoongi made a huge fuss about not turning on the AC until you got everything off the truck. Something about how you’d just be leaving the door open, and he’s not going to waste money to air condition the entire street.

Your boyfriend is such an old man sometimes, honestly. He’s lucky you love him.

Yoongi’s mouth pulls down at the corners as he struggles to read the label on the box in his arms, determining where he needs to drop it. It’s one of the many endearing faces he makes that you find so sexy, even though you objectively shouldn’t. A little thrill of excitement runs through you at the reminder that this is, in fact, really happening. You’ll get to see all of him, every morning and every night.

His face, and… You follow him down the hall, appreciating the view. His cute little butt, and…

Gingerly setting the box on the floor, he stands upright and sweeps his hair off his forehead for a moment in an attempt to cool down. His hair.

Yoongi claims he hasn’t gotten it cut because he’s been so busy with all the planning and packing required for the move, and maybe that’s true. You have also threatened to burn down any salon he makes an appointment with, and it was a joke, but god. He looks so fucking good like this. If he actually admitted to keeping it long just to make you happy, you’d probably propose on the spot.

He glances up and catches you openly staring, sticking his tongue out to indicate how overheated he is. Then he waggles his eyebrows and your core throbs a little. Fucking hell, the things this man does to you.

Your heart jumps in your chest as he walks back down the hallway to close the distance between you. Before you have time to process it, his thigh is slotting between your legs, his hips pinning you against the wall as he finds your lips with his own. It’s enough to make you gasp into his mouth, and you can feel his smug smile at your reaction.

Yoongi loves to make you come undone.

He pulls away far too quickly, and you whine a little at him leaving you unsatisfied. Not that you could ever get enough of kissing him, but you’d at least like to try.

“Come on,” his voice is quiet and low in his throat. “We’re nearly done with these boxes. Then we can properly christen this place.”

You don’t want to move any more stupid boxes. You want him to turn you around and take you right up against the wall. But you lose your will to argue when he gently strokes your arm with his hand, and you look down to see the thin black elastic around his wrist.

Since the two of you got together, your friends have relentlessly bullied you for this fact: you are insanely whipped for your boyfriend. They’ve dubbed you “Yoongisexual” at this point because literally anything he does becomes a kink for you. Including the simple act of wearing a hair tie around his wrist. It’s something you’ve done for most of your life, so when he kept complaining about his long hair getting in the way, you bought him a pack of elastics, mostly as a joke.

But then he started wearing one around his wrist, and you realized very quickly that it was no longer a joke.

You slip a finger under the thin black band and tug on it gently, and he smirks at you, because you both know exactly what he uses it for. “Soon. I promise.”

As much as you want to be good and do what you’re told, you’ve run out of patience. When Yoongi moves to head for the front door again, you tighten your grip around his wrist, forcing him to turn back to you. Then you slide his hand up your skirt and beneath the waistband of your panties so he can feel how soaked you are.

“How am I supposed to go back to lifting boxes when you did this to me?”

A groan escapes his lips as his fingers brush over your drenched folds and circle around your warm, wet center. You smile because you know damn well you’re on equal footing in this relationship: Yoongi is entirely whipped for you, too.

He presses one of his perfect fingers into your tight heat, curling it to rub circles on your g-spot, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. Your head tilts back against the wall, your eyes fluttering closed. “Ah, fuck.”

Yoongi grunts in response, and when you open your eyes again to take him in, he’s looking at you like he’s ready to devour you.

Withdrawing his hand from your panties, he slips the other between your back and the wall, encouraging you to stand up and move towards the kitchen. You follow the direction of his touch, knees instantly a little weak. When he guides you to the island in the center of the wide, sunny room, you turn back to him in confusion.

He wastes no time on explanation, arms wrapping just under your ass to pick you up and set you easily on the counter. You squeak at unexpectedly being lifted off the ground like it’s nothing: he really is getting shredded from all those Pilates classes.

Yoongi is already working to strip you of your shoes and socks, and the look on his face is so focused, with a blazing intensity that’s bordering on anger. Fuck, you love it when he gets like this. It only takes him a matter of seconds to finish the task, and then his hands are reaching up your thighs.

“What about the boxes?” You ask demurely.

“I don’t give a shit.” Yoongi says, his voice deadly serious. “The neighbors can have them.”

You lift your hips to assist as he pushes your skirt up and grabs the band of your thong, pulling it down and off of you entirely. He sends it sailing over to the other side of the kitchen, and now there’s nothing separating your cunt from the cold marble countertop. He grabs you by the hips and scoots you forward just a little more, until your ass is almost hanging off the edge of the island.

You want it so bad, but there’s still a tiny part of you that protests. You have to say it. “But Yoongi, this is where we’re going to eat.”

When he glances up at you, quirking an eyebrow, you realize what you’ve set him up for. “I know,” he says coolly. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Just as you open your mouth to argue, Yoongi reaches for the hair tie on his wrist, deliberately poking at your known weakness. Pulling it off, he places it between his teeth as his hands reach up to run through his hair. He rakes the dark strands back into a small, low ponytail at the base of his neck, then grabs the elastic out of his mouth and loops it around a few times until it's secure.

You think to yourself that you have no idea how you got so lucky, and then he brings his mouth to you and that thought is reinforced a thousand fold.

With a heady sigh of relief, you lean back, bracing yourself on your elbows and draping your legs over his shoulders. Yoongi’s already groaning against you as he slides his tongue up your dripping wet folds. He loves the way you taste, would spend hours between your legs if you’d let him– which sometimes you absolutely do. And he’s fucking good at it.

It would be impossible to make a full ranked list of all the things you love about your boyfriend, but his tongue is definitely in the top five. He traces it up to settle at your clit, flicking against the sensitive bud with short, deft strokes, and you make a mental correction as you groan and buck up into him. Top three.

He slips two fingers into your pussy this time, and your next moan is nearly a sob as he starts to press down hard with them against your front wall, matching the rhythm of his tongue. “Yes, baby, fuuuuuck,” you cry out.

“Mm-hmm,” Yoongi hums in response against your cunt, and the buzz of his mouth drives you fucking crazy, as does the satisfied look on his face that you see when you glance down. Your boyfriend loves doing things he’s good at, which certainly includes making you come.

And you’re already close to the edge, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out of you as he takes you apart so expertly. You’re sure you’ve made a mess of the counter beneath your ass.

You’re so worked up now, inches from your orgasm, that you can’t keep quiet, moans interspersed with breathless swearing and pleading.

“Fuck, Yoongi, please, don’t fucking stop,” you whimper, and his pace only increases slightly, his perfect rhythm never faltering. You can hear the squelch of his fingers curled inside you, the slick slip of his tongue across your clit, flicking over and over, and your legs are starting to shake.

“Ohhh shit,” you groan loudly as you feel your core start to tighten around him. You reach one hand forward to brush a few loose strands of hair off his forehead, reveling in his absolute perfection as your climax approaches. “God fucking dammit, Yoongi, yes, yes–” your words break off with a loud moan as the wave of pleasure surges and your walls begin to pulse. Your arms tremble with the effort of keeping you propped up as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching violently.

It feels like you’re coming forever, and Yoongi gently slows his pace to ride you through it, your cunt fluttering around his fingers again and again. He waits until you give a soft whine of overstimulation, then finally withdraws, trailing light kisses along your hips and thighs.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” you manage to gasp, and you hear him laugh a little.

“Come show me how much,” he instructs, and you don’t need any more encouragement. Your legs threaten to give out as you slip off the counter, and you sink to your knees as gently as possible to avoid banging them on the wood floor. You pull his dick out of his sweatpants and can’t help but make a soft, appreciative noise at the weight and thickness of him in your hand.

You’ve never dated anyone who gets as hard as Yoongi does just from performing oral. When you think back on your exes, you usually had to coax them to attention after eating you out. But you’ve never had that problem with Yoongi. You swear he nearly gets as much pleasure from it as you do.

This thought is all but confirmed when you take him in your mouth, tasting the salt of the pre-cum that’s already leaked out of his tip, and he groans at the feeling. “I’m not gonna last long, baby,” he admits, and you take that as a challenge.

You grip his thighs with your hands and start to bob your mouth along his length, hollowing your cheeks and applying extra pressure with your tongue in exactly the way you know he likes. You swear you feel his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “Good girl. Just like that.” You hum a little, pleased at the praise, and pick up the pace at which you’re swallowing him down.

Yoongi doesn’t babble quite as much as you do when he’s close, instead preferring to make heady little grunts and groans; they’re the sexiest sounds in the world as far as you’re concerned. The low timbre of his voice is enough to make your cunt flutter back to life, as is the way he squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back, hips bucking into your mouth to match your pace.

“Baby,” he groans, and you glance up at him again, not letting your tempo change. “Wanna paint your face, fuck. Can I?”

He doesn’t do it particularly often, but you know finishing on your face is something Yoongi loves. It’s one of the many, many things you had no interest in until this man waltzed into your life and pulled out all the freakiest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

Which is why when he asks, you don’t hesitate. You slide off him with a wet pop and sit back on your heels, staring up at him with your eyes wide and your tongue out.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he brings his hand to his cock, pumping himself hard and fast. “So fucking good for me.” He only has to stroke a few more times before he makes a final strangled whine, white ropes of cum spilling out of him and across your waiting face and tongue.

Yoongi milks every last drop out with a few gasps of effort, and you giggle a little despite yourself. You just love him, every part, every noise.

As if he can read your mind, he says it back. “Love you. Fuck.”

You try to hold your head still to keep any rogue drops from running into your eyes. Yoongi looks around, and you see a worried expression start to cross his face as he tucks his dick into his pants.

“Shit, baby. I don’t think we’ve unpacked the towels yet.” Your shoulders shake a little in more disbelieving giggles. “Hang on, hang on,” he calls back to you as he disappears out of the kitchen, moving quickly.

It’s only for a brief moment that you have to just sit there and laugh, beads of cum trailing down your jaw, and then he returns, dropping onto his knees next to you. He’s holding the roll of paper towels you’ve been using to clear errant dust in the new house as you go.

“Should have planned ahead. Let me clean you up.” Yoongi says softly, tearing off a few sheets and dabbing at your face. He soaks through them quickly and has to grab more. “Fuck, you made me come a lot,” he says with an embarrassed laugh, and that only makes you laugh more.

He wipes the last of it from your temples, then lets the damp crumpled sheets drop to the kitchen floor, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a sweet, gentle kiss. You smile against his mouth in an overwhelming daze of happiness.

When you break away, he presses another quick kiss to your forehead, then murmurs against your hairline. “Well, that’s one room down. Let’s finish this up, and then you can help me decide if I should bend you over the couch or my desk first.” You bury your face in his shoulder at the mental image, and his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer. “God, I fucking love you.”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #moving day

[glitchtricks94]

Lofi Hip-hop Beats To Chill and Cuddle To Headcannons: Azul, Cater, Leona, Malleus, Idia

This idea has been living rent free in my head for a few weeks, and now I've cracked. As a result of my upcoming insanity, I present to you a set of small headcannons of you listening to lofi with my selected Twst characters. Got any fun ideas? Want a take on some headcannons? Wanna see any particulars? Let me know, I have nothing but brainrot for all these boys. Enjoy the fluff! -Glitchtricks Word Count: 2.9k

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul's a big cuddler when left alone with you; he loves, cherishes, and simply melts at any affection you offer, gobbling it up greedily like the needy octopuppy he is. And you love your octopuppy as much as you loved your relaxing music.

This boy cannot get enough of snuggling you in his lap. Calming sounds of the sea and soft hip-hop beats filled the room, a few splashes of acoustic guitar and piano jumping in as you sat in Azul's lap. The pearl haired boy held you from behind, one arm wrapped around you as he went over a few small expense reports for the Monstro Lounge. Originally, this was supposed to be a resting period for him by your insistence, but he always managed to sidetrack you. "Azul, you promised you'd be taking a break with me." You chided gently. "Just let me finish these, princess, then I'm all yours, I promise." Azul crooned, looking at you with heart melting adoration. "Alright, alright." You sighed softly, nuzzling your cheek into the dorm leader's chest, a chuckle rolling out from him as his shoulders shook slightly. You were truly enamoring to him.

The kisses you both share during these times were heavenly. A kiss was planted on your cheek gingerly, the coolness of Azul's soft lips lingering. "I'm terribly sorry, my love..." He whispered softly, his voice as hypnotic as a siren's, "I just needed to get those out of the way..." "Oh, honey, don't worry, as long as you rest for a bit now." You replied, making Azul's heart melt as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his lips quirking up into a bashful smile. "How did I ever get so lucky to have you as my lover?" The merman asked softly, his fingers tilting your chin upwards towards his face. Azul leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, warmth filling each other's hearts. If heaven was on earth, you would argue that Azul was just that, and nobody could convince you otherwise. R.I.P. Ace, you owe Deuce money now.

Azul always looks so cute when you feed him, too. You let a soft giggle leave your throat as you looked at your boyfriend's cross-eyed expression, his pale skin flushed a warm pink. "You look so cute like this, sweetie!" You chirped, Azul's nickel eyes darting back to your face as a pout formed on his lips. "Darling, are you trying to mock me?" "Never, you just look so adorable with whipped cream on your nose, you always look so surprised and you blush, how could I resist?" You giggled, starting to laugh even more when you caught sight of his now scarlet cheeks. "M-my pearl, must you do such things?" Azul whined, taking a small bite of the vanilla cupcake you offered to him. "Yes, because I love you, my sweet little octopus~!" You cooed, Azul letting out a whine as he looked away from you in embarrassment. Letting out another soft laugh, you kissed Azul's cheek. Oh, how you loved lofi and your man.

Cater Diamond

Oh my god, Caycay with lofi? Talk about a dreeeeaaaam! Cater loves being able to just drop his social media persona with you and kick back for awhile after his 3rd year duties were attended to; mixing in lofi was just an added bonus, plus free cuddles! Yes, please~!

Cater loves to just collapse next to you on his bed. (Or yours, depends where y'all land.) Cater is a simple man: all he needs is you, some tunes and a comfy mattress to be forever happy. However, despite this self proclaimed simplicity, you know your man, and you know him better than anyone in this school. So, you pamper him, of course! Make him feel so good, honey, he loves every minute of it. Normally, you two just set your phone up to a wireless speaker and a playlist of lofi songs on your phone, flopping onto the bed in the room and just basking in the soft atmosphere you both created. Soft smiles decorate your faces as your hands lay interlaced between you two, it always felt magical how you could both have moments like these; no talking, no phone screens, no social media, just you and Cater enjoying the presence and feel of one another.

Both of you are guilty of stealing kisses and giggling like school kids. Smooch! Cater just stole a kiss from you! How cute! You and the ginger 3rd year always found yourselves like this; giggling as you both stole kisses from each other, usually with you laying on top of his toned chest with you head resting on his shoulder. Smooch! Kissing fight! The war has been waged, and now you and Cater were locked in combat! He smooches your cheek, you peck his nose, and here comes Cater with the lip lock! And you are down, Cater remains the undefeated champion! And now you're both giggling again as Cater pulled away, hugging you tightly while you played with his hair. Smooches!

Did someone say spa days? Because Cater loves spa days with you! Busting out the face masks was fun, facials often being done up by you and your doting boyfriend. You two go the whole nine yards too; face scrubs, peel off masks, and cucumbers on the eyes with your hair being freshly washed and wrapped up in towels, you do it all! There's nothing quite like listening to the lullaby like music in the room while pampering yourself with the boy you love more than anyone in the world. Despite not ever doing much on days like these, you loved every moment of them, it was like a fairytale ending as you washed your pores of the charcoal peel, smiling over at your prince charming. "I love you, honeybunny~" Cater cooed, noticing your gaze and stealing a breathtaking peck from your lips. "I love you more, superstar." You replied, a dreamy smile on your lips as you stared up at your boyfriend with a look so adoring, he felt his heart stop for moment. You two both needed more days like this one.

Leona Kingscholar

Okay, let's be honest, this man does not give a shit. Leona doesn't really care about what you do, as long as you know you're his, you don't overstep boundaries, and he gets to have you all to himself here and there, he's sittin' pretty! Leona felt lucky that you tended to deliver so much more than his expectations.

This is one of the few times that he's vulnerable with you. Leona held you tightly to his chest, one of his hands wandering under your shirt to press into the soft skin of your stomach, the lion just lives for skin to skin contact. He'll never admit it though, even when he has you pressed to his chest with one arm while his free hand occupies your own and his tail is wound around your ankle. Leona is very prideful, but he still knows your keen eyes see right through his façade; underneath everything, he's afraid. He's terrified, horrified even! Vulnerability is not this man's strong suit, in fact, it's actually a major crack in his armor and you and him have had plenty of arguments over what you perceived as a lack of trust. Granted, after he snapped and yelled his explanation at you, you both made up, a deeper level of understanding being established. So, this was your compromise to help keep the relationship stable. You already knew that Leona was a cuddler, given how he often clung to you when he decided to take a nap in your presence, so you figured you two could snuggle while listening to your favorite relaxation genre. Your beast of a boyfriend did admit he liked this at one point, and so started a routine of spending the entire weekend together cuddling while lofi played in the background. You normally just let him decide the positions, and after getting confirmation that you were actually comfortable, you two settled into the groove of the music and each other's hearts.

Leona loved how you played with his hair during these times. Your careful fingers ran through Leona's chocolate locks, a hum of content leaving his throat as he nuzzled his face further into your chest. You let out a soft chuckle of amusement as you undid his braids and started making them again, more following suit. All the practice you had before was paying off, your boyfriend not once letting out any hints of protest other than a content growl, the man angling his face to look up at you with a lovesick gaze. You gazed into those emerald orbs he held and gave a soft smile. No words of affirmation were given as you gently ran your fingers over his ear, Leona sighing in satisfaction as he shut his eyes and enjoyed the soft gesture from his partner, his mate, taking that as a silent confirmation of love. Going back to running your fingers through his hair, you continued adding more braids as the soft sounds of rain and music filled his room. Leona felt like he was in heaven getting this kind of treatment, he felt like a king, your king: he wouldn't trade anything in the world for this feeling, these emotions, this love belonged to him, and him alone.

Silence is golden and kisses are silver. Leona isn't one for pretty words, and you understood that perfectly, so your cuddling sessions are often spent with your voices staying mostly in your throats, your actions speaking volumes instead. Leona's shows of affection being akin to that of a cat, scenting you with his body while holding you close, nuzzling his nose into your neck, and marking you with his teeth before licking the new wounds with his tongue. You jokingly call him your precious kitty, much to his chagrin. That last one was always a teensy bit awkward to explain to your friends. Deuce and Epel were always lookin' for a reason to beat the shit out of Leona, so you have to stop them from committing Darwinism. You often showed him your love by touch: running your fingers over his arms, back, chest, anywhere you could reach with your soft hands, sending shocks through his body and to his heart. You like to run your fingers through his hair too, making small braids and brushing featherlight touches over his sensitive ears. Leona practically melts in your arms. None of it compares to your kisses, though. When you and Leona share kisses, it's like fireworks every time as you both feel goosebumps spread across your bodies, clutching each other tighter than before. With how intense Leona is when he's kissing you, you'll be panting when he pulls away, your face flushed red and eyes hazy. And if you're not a mess after he kisses you, he'll keep doing it again, and again, and again until you are whimpering for more from him. Then, if he thinks you've been a good little herbivore, you'll get a treat. I'll leave that to your imagination though~

Malleus Draconia

This man, oh-ho, this man. Malleus is utterly enamored by everything you do together. You both could be watching paint dry and Malleus would still be there, holding your hand and telling you how much he adored you. But getting you all to himself with soothing music from your strange device while holding you close? Pinch him, he must be dreaming!

Malleus is unabashedly a cuddlebug. Malleus sighed in content as he lounged with you in Ramshackle, soft lofi blanketing the room as he held you in his lap, Ace and Deuce being gracious enough to look after Grim for the day so you and Malleus could cuddle in peace. You giggled as you felt Malleus lean down to press a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear, the dragon fae joining your soft laughter. "Child of man, do you understand just how you enchant me so?" Malleus asked, his voice like that of velvet. "Yes, you tell me everyday, love." You replied, cupping Malleus' cheek tenderly. He leaned right into your palm, resting his own hand over yours, lacing your fingers together. "Then I suppose today should be no different." Malleus replied, a smile quirking up on his lips. "Your demure continues to enchant me, you smile is more dazzling than the stars in the sky, and your eyes, I could lose myself in them for all eternity." "Oh, Malleus..." You cooed, leaning up to press a loving kiss to the eager fae's lips. Speaking of kisses...

This man would beg on his knees to feel your lips. Malleus loves the feeling of your lips, and he doesn't care where they land, he just loves the feeling of them. Your kisses feel like small gifts from heaven to him, so he's always hungry for them. Small kisses from him pepper your cheeks, nose, eyelids, anywhere the dragon could reach, he pressed a loving kiss to your skin, laughter erupting from you. "Mal, stop, that tickles!" You squeal, Malleus only chuckling even more as he drank up your sweet sounds. "But, my beloved, I adore the feeling of you against me, and the sweet melody of your laughter." Malleus crooned softly, cupping your cheeks in his gloved palms before stealing a kiss from your lips. "You are spoiled rotten!" You laughed when the fae pulled away, the prince now pouting. "Well, must you blame me for wanting all your affections, my darling?" "Not at all, my sweet." You said, planting a kiss on Malleus' lips, a happy hum escaping the two of you.

Malleus has always held your trust in such high regard. This was his heaven on earth: you resting in his arms with your soft breaths mixing with the soft music that filled the air around the two of you, your sleeping face enamoring on every level imaginable. His heart began to beat faster as he gazed at you, his grasp on your tired form featherlight and filled with love. He always treasured the trust you held in him, despite his more draconic urges. You were ever so sweet to trust him as such, handing your life over to him as if it were candy; it made his heart roar with victory a his beloved adored him as such. He hoped one day to make you his queen.

Idia Shroud

Idia's a hot mess. A very hot, very cute, very nerdy, mess. He needs time before thinking of doing something like handholding, let alone snuggling up to you while listening to lofi. Though, when he finally experiences relaxing with you while such chill music plays, he's asking why he didn't do this sooner.

These days happen very frequently, Idia thirsts for them like water. Have you ever seen a gamer beg on their hands and knees for reasons outside of pleading for the gaming gods to bless them with the luck and skills to defeat a Bloodborne boss? No? Well, now you have! Idia craves this atmosphere of chill, and over all craves your time too, so since you're both introverts, this arrangement works out perfectly! And in case you're wondering, this is how Idia expresses the honeymoon phase of a relationship. This anxious wreck of a boy has never been in a relationship, and he's very finicky about his personal space and will be terrified of physical touch, but as previously stated, once he gets a taste, he will be insatiable. Is it yandere of him, wanting to have you to himself? Yeah, kinda, but he doesn't mean to! Your presence is just so soothing, and coupled with the relaxing music and the ability that you two share of being able to do your thing and still bond in the comfortable silence, it was like a drug for the poor boy! You're the only one outside of Ortho that Idia allows into his room. He even cleans up for you!

Did someone say lap cuddles? Because Idia loves those too! Laying his head on your lap gives this flame haired boy so much comfort, and you don't have to worry about any burns! His hair feels like a nice, warm blanket in all honestly, so it always feels nice when he lays on your lap while he plays his tablet gacha games. You personally love to run your fingers through Idia's hair, a soft hum on your lips as you started to braid his long, fiery locks, the tips of his hair turning a soft pink. "You're so pretty, Idia." You say softly. "W-what?! B-But you're the SSR character, here!"

Ever wanted to have a story based game night? Here you are, dove~ Snuggling into Idia's lap with a blanket around toy two, everything felt so warm and wonderful as Idia botted up that one story game you told him about, lofi fluttering in the background. Idia was never for story based games, he was more into skill games and such, but for you, he'd give this a go. Especially since he adores being able to just touch and hold you, accepting that you actually wanted him to hold you so lovingly, like those couples in that slice of life anime you both loved. As you excitedly played and voiced the lines, Idia looked down at you with a shy smile on his blue lips. He felt as if you were his dove in that moment. He hoped you never flew away...

#idia shroud x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #cater diamond x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst fluff

[cebwrites]

Hi Cev!!!!! Kinda going off of the group chat last night, I would like to humbly request some wedding headcanons for Ace and any other characters you’re brain rotting for 🥰💖✨ It can be sfw or nsfw, go nuts 😘

a/n: you know i got you bestieeee <33

wedding headcannons (Ace, Law)

gn reader, masc reader (law) he/they law word count: 0.9k

Ace

He's having a big blow-out wedding for his beloved (either on ol' Pop's dime or paid with treasure he's pirated on his own adventures) and planning NONE of it, not if his love or Deuce can help it, anyway

Ace's instructions are firmly to show up on time, look hot, and get married - frankly he's more than fine with that so long as he gets to have his tits out at the ceremony

It's not like Ace doesn't want to help out with the organizing, the décor, the thises and thats; but you're also well aware that kind of minutia drives him up the wall, and Ace is grateful that he doesn't have to agonize over what the hell French Pink is and why is that comparable to salmon the fish (oh, Ace...)

It's the happiest day of his life, he's getting married to the person of his dreams!! You could tar and feather him - though a little uncomfortable and itchy and worried about the mess it'd leave on your outfit - and Ace would still be grinning ear to ear, sopping wet with muck at the altar

So really Ace is content with just sitting pretty, getting his face beat on the day of, and promptly ruining all that makeup by absolutely destroying the buffet table with his brothers

He also can and will fully bawl once the minister (Pops) announces that y'all are officially married, Ace held back and stiffed his lip through the vows but now that the knot is tied and you're all his (as if you weren't before), he's hugging you like his life depends on it and thanking you over and over for loving someone like him

Please dip this man low and kiss him sweet and carry him bridal style past the threshold he deserves it

In the modern universe, I think Ace would be the kind of person to get hammered right after high school and have a Vegas Elvis wedding with one of his friends before he's yelled at to get it annulled by the only responsible person in his friend group after a week of finding this the most hilarious thing on planet earth

He'd also maybe elope to get away from it all and then come back with your arm proudly around his waist and a big fat wedding band like "hi we got married it was great soz you couldn't come tho 💔"

Law

Trafalgar D. Water Law, as he is in the present, has no interest in marriage - between escaping Sabaody with their tails between their legs from admirals, to once again staring death down in the face of Big Mom and Kaido, they don't have the time to breathe let alone THINK about marriage

Being with their lover in the little moments of respite that he gets with him, holding him close and knowing that everyone on their ship is safe and alive, is already more than Law fearfully asks the malevolent fates for every single night

They have, however, officiated at least a handful of them

Law vividly remembers the morning that Penguin and Shachi came into their room nervous but obviously trying to hide their elation, they remember you playfully telling his childhood friends that this'd better be important if they were bold enough to disturb what little rest Law managed to get, sleep made your voice deeper than usual but the threat was betrayed by your bemusement - and then the warmth that quickly spread throughout the moderate little room you and Law cohabitated in the Tang when Shachi shakily announced that him and Penguin intended to get married, and how they both wanted their captain to officiate it

Law was happy for the boys but still grumbled underneath their breath about this being something that could wait until he'd gotten out of bed, a comment you pinched their cheek for in return; the ceremony was filled with raucous laughter, celebration, and joy between the newlyweds and their Heart-bound family

They gladly officiate a few more within the crew; some older members renewing their vows, the sheer force of Ikkaku's grin when she picked up her wife and spun her on the dancefloor - how Law's eyes were trained on you when you basked in the lovers' unbidden mirth

Law was up front about their intentions from the start with you, mentioning that a cushy picket fence life with 2.5 kids and a family pet just wasn't in the cards for them and these were the conditions for spending his life with yours; when you answer with relief and understanding, they're convinced you're The One just that much more

Maybe not now, maybe not any time soon and definitely still a hard no to parenting, but perhaps some time far in the future the cards would foresee a husband for them - and by god Law's hoping it's you because darling, you're perfect

In the modern universe they'd enter a civil union with their partner after close to a decade of living comfortably together - Law may or may not cry into his shoulder after it fully settles in on the car ride home staring at this little certificate that shows that their little partnership actually, you know, has to be recognized by the law

Pun intended, and he's thwacking you with the binder of documents later when you point that out

Bonus: Sabo is absolutely a bridezilla, no I will not be elaborating <3

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #ace headcanons #law x male reader #op law #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar law #law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #he/they trafalgar law #male reader #op sabo

[jerzwriter]

Hello Everyone!

First, I want to say thank you to everyone because... we still have a fandom! When I participated in this event in 2021, many wondered if we'd still be here in 2022. Then, in 2022, I really didn't think we'd make it to 2023, but look at us! We may be small and imperfect, but I am happy to still have each of you to share my crazy hyperfixations with!

I always get stressed out with these events because I'm sure I'll leave someone out, and it's not my intent (I just have wicked ADHD!) I will have more shoutouts to make after work later today, but I didn't want to go to bed tonight without sharing a little love for some of my supporters throughout this past year. You have no idea how much I appreciate you taking the time to read, comment, and give feedback on my silly fics.

Some of us may talk more than others, but trust me, you're always seen and always appreciated. There are so many of you, but thanks to @differenttyphoonwerewolf, @onikalover, @tessa-liam, @sophxwithers, @kingliam2019, @custaroonie, @headoverheelsforramsey, @parisa-kh, @youlookappropriate, @kyra75, @delmissesryanandcassi, @renvconta19, @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction, @kyra75 your ongoing support means more than you know!

@quixoticdreamer16 - my baseball buddy and one of the most supportive people, I'm so glad you're here! So glad you're a friend!

@secretaryunpaid - thank you for your unbelievable support from day one. The way you go out of your way to comment and create beautiful gifs for me and others is a testament to how thoughtful you are. But as much as I appreciate your support, I appreciate your friendship and the laughs we've shared 1000 more (and the lusting over Jesse, but that's another story!) You're one in a million, and I'm so glad this place brought us together.

To @liaromancewriter, @potionsprefect, @coffeeheartaddict2, @cariantha @genevievemd @lucy-268 and @jamespotterthefirst... the OH DIEHARDS MAN lol Thank you for your friendship, for always showing love - to me and so many others. I'm so glad you're still here (even though some of you are a little less), and we're still on this crazy journey in this whacky place together. And, considering y'all are Ethan girlies, I feel like I need to promise to wrap 2 series up before year-end for ya! lol

@inlocusmads You bring something special to this place, and I hope you know that. Thank you for your support - I love that you love my crazy Tobias and Casey - and when I started writing CoP this year, your feedback and encouragement meant the world to me. You are the OG CoP master! I remember when you were convincing me I could handle reading it, and I should have listened to you sooner! Oh, and thank you for loving my Casey and Jessica! I know they are beyond unpopular, but I love them, and having someone else who does too is just...asdfddf! I have your ask, and I'll have that done by the week's end - thanks so much, Mads!

Speaking of CoP, it was a real gamble when I decided to write for the incomparable Trystan Thorne this year. Given that our fandom is not always... nice... it was so scary. But some of you provided such kind feedback. It really encouraged me to keep going, and I'm so glad I did. I love the story, and I love us sharing it together. Thank you @starsarewithinme @moominofthevalley @aces-and-angels @brycesgirl @ao719 and @shadyinternetblizzard , and OMG, I know I'm forgetting someone here, and when it's not 1:20 AM and I'm not exhausted I'll remember correct that! lol, But seriously, thank you!

To @missameliep - I miss you, my cappy friend - but thank you for always geeking out with me over WTD. I know you're not on much these days, but you're still appreciated, and I'll never see a capybara and not think of you! lol

To @mydemonsdrivealimo, OMG, the way you've inspired me with T/C this year. You have no idea. I appreciate your support for them and Casey and Jess so much. I hope you know that! Casey could not possibly have better besties - and I cannot wait to explore more with all of our little idiots - that ice skating thing MUST happen soon!

To @storyofmychoices and @lilyoffandoms, I have much more to say to you later, but for now, I just want to thank you for loving T&C and for the crazy little world we've created with our little nut jobs. Lily, when you wrote that first drabble, who knew it would lead to kidnapping my girl! lol But I'm so glad it did! I know Tobias wasn't even an LI (as many an anon has pointed out! lol), and it was never a popular pairing, that makes your love for those guys mean even more to me. THANK YOU!

OK now I do have a lot more love I want to give - and I will later today - because right now, if I don't show my pillow some love, my boss will have it out for me later! lol

Love to you all!

Elsa

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[starfallpod]

Happy Ace Week y'all!

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We also emphasize the importance of all sorts of relationships across our ensemble, from friendships to platonic partners to mentor & student. There's a bit of romance both in the past and coming up in future seasons, but a lot of heart from our ace and aro leads who are mostly just interested in being in each other's lives.

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[chenyann]

A feathers kiss♡♡

Ace trappola,Deuce spade,Jack howl,Epel felmier,ortho shroud and Sebek zigvolt

Did you ever hear the rumor of the kiss of life?, They say that a ghost roams around kissing the cheeks of friends,So if you feel a breath against your cheek you should lean forward but be wary if I stays put then you should run.

cw: gn!reader, crack/fluff, sfw, unedited, sebek,PLATONIC ORTHO!!

The next rumor is soon...

Ace

He was just walking around and he sees a running prefect 

Grabs your arm only to be met with a kiss on the cheek

"Sorry Ace but I'm late for class bye!"

And you run away

What…..🧍

Tries to be smug 

Only to realize you already left

Would think about it all day

Did you know about his crush on you???

No…you didn't say anything about the crush…

Gets frustrated and ticked off that he is thinking so much about this

He would think about it with a goofy grin on his face<33

Only to get collared by riddle cause he wasn't listening💀

He could still feel the warmth on his cheek…..

Stomps over to ramshackle 

You open the door like:（‐＾▽＾‐）oh hey Ace!

He just straight up kabedons you

Hear me out….HEAR ME OUT

And he demands an actual kiss since he got collared.

Even tho it wasn't your fault in the first place 🙄🙄

When you do kiss him he gets so smug about it💙💙💙

Probably goes on magicam and posts about it on his Side account 💀💀💀

He wouldn't tell his mom or brother about it.

Takes it as an invitation to get more kisses<33

People are now confused because they don't know if yall are dating or not like???

Why are yall kissing so much?? When did yall get together??? 

How tf was Ace able to pull you!?

Clear the air y/nnie tell them what's going on.

(Or not lol)

"Hey prefect you didn't give me my kiss today?"

………..??....!

"What do you mean I don't need one everyday??? I could be dying here all cause of lack of kisses you know"

Deuce

He was just walking to his next class and "oh hey there prefect"

"Sorry deuce I gotta go!"

And you sped off well not before giving him a cheek kiss.

…..*reboots*....🧍

Starts smiling and continues off to class

Wouldn't just think about all day but all week💚💚

He would call his mom and tell her kicking his feet in the air and everything<3

His mom would want to meet you so bad after how good he talks about you.<333333

Deuce would look at you with eyes filled with love 

Him when you slid on a piece ham in the cafeteria:(♡‿♡) look how cool they are

The ham is still stuck to ur shoe too😭😭

At Least he won't judge you by looks😌

When he doesn't see you after classes he runs to ramshackle 

"Oh hey deuce!"

"I love you!"

…..😀

🥰

Y'all sit there and talk it out

(Your choice if you accepted the confession or not)

In the end he gets another kiss 

Super happy about the other kiss<3

He is super blushy when you kiss him 

Actually you are the one who gives him daily kisses<333

He wouldn't even ask cause he is to shy

It's nice to see his flushed face 

Tries to give you a cute nickname😘

And fails lol 💀💀 

Probably gave you a nickname like "Baby Cakes"😭

"Oh hey Honey Pot you need some help with that book♡"

He tries okay!

Ppl are like awww 

thinking yall are in a good relationship 

Pretty no cause deuce has a meltdown when yall brush shoulders💀

Mama Spade would ask about you<3

"Prefect I would like to thank you"

…..?

"For those kisses you give me!"

….!.....💋

"!?..o-oh y/n you didn't need to give me one today"

Jack

Hm? Is that y/n they shouldn't run so fast they could get hurt….

He Grabs your shoulder and stops you only to have you kiss his cheek and continue to speed off 

"SORRY JACK I'M IN A RUSH SEE YA"

No he is not blushing 😒why tf you staring ace🤨

No his tail is not wagging 100mph😒

epel stop whining that my tail hit you

He would think about it for a while then just brush it off. 

Would ask his mom why you would do that💜💜

His mom would tease him so he just said his goodbyes and hung up…

He would ask you about it after awhile 😗

Walks up to ramshackle and asks you why you kissed him

Like sir??? don't ask, just go with it!!

You explain it was just in instinct to kiss him and run

*windows loading screen*

Does this mean you like him???

"So you like me?"

Now you malfunction 

Got caught red handed huh y/nnie?

Once yall did what you need to and said what was need to be said

The whole NRC was like ???? Yall together? Wait….this is kinda cute….ship

They punching air rn😭😭

Yall look good together tho♡♡

Same case as deuce you would give him daily kisses!

He loves them and thanks you after each one💜💜

Kills anyone who says it cringe

Epel 

He was hiding from vil and he saw you,he also wanted to know if you can hide him.

He Grabs your arm and to be met with a kiss and simple words.

"Sorry epel running late for an unbirthday party!!"

And you sped off 

He's hype 🤩🤩

Got his first kiss and he got it from YOU!

100% tells his mee maw❤❤❤

Granny felmier is so happy to hear he got a kiss from the y/n she heard so much about<33

Also smug

He tells all the first years about it

Him rn:ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

Hints that he liked the kiss

You don't get it😒

He has enough of this!!!

Goes to ramshackle and kabedons you.

But it's funny cause he's like 2 foot 5💀💀💀

Anyways 💀 he demands a real kiss

You give him a lil kiss kiss (on the cheek) 💋

Very bashful about it 

Tells you that you didn't need to kiss him😀

And now it's a daily thing

In the halls 

"AYO Y/N I DIDNT GET MY KISS"

In class

"Psst y/n i need a kiss"

He is lying he got atleast 95 kisses that day🙄

He will huff and puff if you dont give him his kiss😒

(Tries) to fight any who diss his daily kiss

Please people would think yall are dating at this point 😭

He's just comes of from behind and asks for his kiss ❤

He would be in his room texting his mother giggling and kicking his feet in the air💀💀

Posts about how he gets daily kisses on his magicam 

Fr thinks it's a flex (it is)

I want a hug from you🥲 a hug from the y/n L/n 

Asks if yall are dating 

You're like?????

He thought yall was dating cause of those daily kisses😭😭

He gives you apple lip balm 

He's just preparing for when yall smooch on the lips（‐＾▽＾‐）

He looks at you with a dopey grin❤❤

It's so cute<33

Calls you his cotton swab

That's not so cute;;

"Y/n??? Aren't you forgetting something???"

?......💋💋

"Thank you…"

[10 minutes later]

"I know granny what an I ment to do???? How did gramps do it??? Really okay I'll try that!"

Sebek

…..what?

I'm Not kissing him 

You're not kissing him?

I ain't gonna let you do it!!

…….ok okay I'll let yall kiss him😒

He was just walking to find his dear waka Sama and he sees you bolting through the halls

So he obviously stops you thinking you would stop

You did. But only for a second 

"Running late bye!!!"

*GASPS IN SCANDALIZED VICTORIAN*

HOW DARE YOU!?

Annnnd you're gone…..

"Why would they even do that…..?"

Thinks about it alot 

He would blush thinking back on it

Blames the sun😒

"Sebek,why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!!! It's just the sun"( •̀ _ •́ ;)

"It's cloudy today???"

He would think about it each night 

He likes brushing his finger against his cheek sometimes 

Asks Lilia what it means

"Lilia, the human prefect of ramshackle, had kissed my cheek. What does that mean?"

"OMG sebek that means you have to marry them!!!"

Oh look, his face is now red like riddle's hair!!!

Little did Lilia know Sebek takes EVERYTHING he says seriously.😈

Runs to ramshackle 🧡🧡

Hair disheveled…..yall simps may think it's hot

You just open the door like  (•◡•) "Hey sebek"

"I ACCEPT YOUR MARRIAGE PROPOSAL HUMAN!"

"what…"🧍

You have to explain that it wasn't an invitation to marry you and that Lilia was likely kidding.

But you do offer to date him

"If that is what you want I won't stop you, I mean I am very charming after all"

Smack him for being prideful

Ppl are like 😶 naw sebek just got the Y/N to date him how tf did he pull them😫

He won't get daily kisses cause he is too shy/prideful to ask 

 you don't do it cause he would malfunction and die x_x

"Human!"

…….?.....

"I would like to give my gratitude for that kiss!"

……!

"No need to thank me"

Ortho 

He detected you 2 minutes before you sped past him.

He told you it wasn't safe for you to run but all you did was give him a forehead kiss and ran off

"I'm late for a p.e bye ortho!!♡"

He felt all giddy inside❤❤ 

Yelled goobye to you<333

Tells idia about it 

He asks if you can give him forehead kisses each day since it boosts his stats 

That's what idia said lol

So it became routine for you to give him forehead kisses💜💜

And he thanks you after each one 💙💙

Cute Lil bby 💚💚💚

Everyone finds it cute when yall act like family🧡🧡🧡

STAN ORTHO!!!! 

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