#ace reader

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men with an Ace Reader

AN: As an ace girlie, I need this. If OOC pls ignore because I need a world beyond fucking please 😭

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn ace reader

Ingredients: 80% comfort, 15% cuddles, 5% confusion

My Fav: Caleb wins this (damn Xavier hasn't made it to this in so long. I feel shame)

Xavier:

He knew. Across lifetimes, watching you from a quiet distance, he had always known your nature.

How your love was whispered in words rather than felt in kisses. How tenderness was measured in presence rather than touch.

So when he meets you again, Xavier is careful. His touches remain light, friendly, never crossing a boundary.

He knows exactly where the line is, and he never pushes. Even when you are unaware of it, Xavier knows your language of love.

And it has failed to dim his heart.

Affection between lovers is not bound to the touch of skin. He loves you beyond the measures of time, so sexual preferences are of little hinderance to this prince.

Rafayel:

Coming from a culture where complimenting someone’s scales is considered a confession, Rafayel is careful with touch.

For Lemurians, such intimacies are sacred. Reserved only for those closest to the heart.

Despite knowing you for so long, he spends even longer getting to know your soul before seeking pleasure. He reads you like ancient tome, never rushing and with immense care.

And when your reaction to his touch is a flinch. When you pull away despite the vulnerability of your gaze, Rafayel does not push. He only draws you into the circle of his arms, resting his chin against your shoulder. Holding you without asking for more.

He is more than willing to love you that way, through the comfort of an innocent embrace. He is afterall the man, who gave you his heart when you couldn't; damning himself and his people.

Zayne:

He struggles. Hides his need. Your conflicting languages of love are not easily translated, and he knows it will take work from both of you.

He will never complain. Zayne never does.

But to him, your touch is the only relief from his curse. The only salve that mends the wounds Astra carved into him. To crave you in the way his body yearns, and to resist it, that is a testament even for him.

But he is willing to learn. To understand the touches that work and the ones that don’t.

And you, you would have to find ways to open up. To be vulnerable without physical intimacy. To let him see all your fractures and let him love you anyway. And allow him the same courtesy.

Sylus:

He will make it work.

King here will do anything and everything. Whether you are sex-indifferent or repulsed, there is no way he’s giving up on you because of that.

He does not need physical touch to enjoy time with you. Cooking dinners together, a kiss here and there, cuddling at times, or even just knowing you love him is enough. He thrives in the quiet steadiness of it.

Does he have needs? Yes. But he’s a big boy who knows how to take care of himself.

He would never make you feel guilty for what you cannot give.

Honestly? He’s probably the best at keeping you comfortable. He knows how to navigate your boundaries better than you do.

He makes you feel safe because Sylus understands that love doesn’t have to mean sacrifice.

Caleb:

He didn’t notice it before.

Hell, he’d acted as your fake boyfriend so many times, how did he miss this?

So when you freeze under his touch, when the realization of Netflix and chill dawns in your widened eyes, his heart drops. He sees the fear beneath the brave front you put on, the quiet surrender to give him what you think he wants.

And he hates it.

Feels sick that he didn’t notice sooner. That he made you feel like you had to endure it to keep him close.

He spends the whole night learning more, asking you questions with the sharp desperation of someone who has to get this right. His hand in yours, his voice low and careful. He needs to understand everything.

Gods, he can’t afford to make you feel that way again. He wouldn't survive it.

Because Caleb doesn’t need that from you. He just needs you.

[lennadanvers]

His Home

Johnny Soap MacTavish x Ace!Reader

A/N: I'm a day late to Ace Week, but I really wanted to post this. I'd love to see more ace representation in fanfiction, so I'm doing my part. Plus, this kind of relationship has always been my favorite- there's something about undefined love that makes it perfect. I really like this one, so much that I wrote it while studying for my History exam. I hope you love it too, happy belated Ace Week!

Ghost is the first one to ask about it.

About you.

It’s late, you went to bed an hour ago, and Johnny offered him a beer. They’re looking at the empty front yard, a normal street in a normal neighborhood- a rare sight for soldiers of their kind. The food you and Soap made for the occasion sits warm in their bellies. The air smells of quiet and night.

Simon has known Johnny for a long time- and he has known him well. He didn’t know about this, though. He heard about you, of course. The first time Soap wasn’t sure if he’d make it back home, it was your name he mumbled. Instructions were clear: his dog tags were for you to receive. Along with everything else in his barracks. Ae dinnae care aboot all the rules. Ye gotta take me home tae ‘er.

Ghost knew you weren’t married- he would have seen it in his sergeant’s paperwork. He decided you were his girlfriend, then.

Until someone flirted with Johnny at a bar, and he happily told them he was single. Single. It didn’t lead anywhere, anyway; he came back to base with the rest of the team that night. Maybe he didn’t have a bird at home anymore, thought Simon.

But then there was the roommate. Soap was always talking about the roommate, how she would always leave hairs in the shower, how the laundry detergent smelled like flowers back home. It was said with fondness, the kind of affectionate jab one develops with family or very close friends. Ghost supposed you might be a childhood friend, then. Someone who had always been in Johnny’s life.

Come the end of their last mission, he had nowhere to stay at. His apartment was waiting for him, of course, but it was as empty and cold as any hotel room. His sergeant invited him home- tae meet ma girl. His girl. That was not a relationship status- no friend, no sister or girlfriend. Just girl, his girl.

He had to say yes.

Then there were you. Johnny’s age, bright eyes full of affection when you saw him. Small, soft hands ruffling the mohawk, saying it was getting out of hand. Nodding when he asked for another trim, bonnie, aye?

You hugged him around the neck, face under his chin. Ghost feared you would suffocate his sergeant. But Johnny’s face was pink, relaxed for the first time since before the mission. His arms were at your back, hands rounding your waist- they were used to that place. His nose deep in your hair- Simon felt like he was overstepping, like he wasn’t meant to see that. No one was.

Until you gave a step back- soft smile, soft eyes, soft Johnny- and welcomed him to your home. You called him L.T., like you knew him. Simon suspected you did. You didn’t try to shake his hand or- God forbid- hug him hello. You didn’t even risk a step into his personal space. He didn’t think it was out of fear- you didn’t blink twice at the black surgical mask. You just smiled and gave him a tour of the house.

That was another thing, the house. Tiny and tidy, cozy. Ghost didn’t have much experience with homes, but that’s what it looked like to him. A place lived in, well loved. A place with a past. Even more intriguing, a place with a future. By the way you talked, he gathered you weren’t renting. This place was owned. Something for the long run.

When you got to the hallway, though, you pointed to the last door. That’s my room! You can knock if you need anything, I’m a pretty light sleeper. Then to the one before that: That’s Johnny’s. Then the guest bedroom and the bathroom.

So you don’t sleep together.

Which would have been an answer to his curiosity, if it weren’t for the kitchen. After he left his stuff- a half-empty duffel bag- in the guest room, Simon went back to the small but charming space that is- all in one- your kitchen, living room and dining room. He was still in his soldier headspace, which means his steps were quiet. When he stepped into the kitchen, neither you nor Soap noticed him there.

You were laughing, hand on his bicep, eyes closed. Johnny was smiling. His shoulders down, his face soft. He grabbed your hand and brought you closer in a weird hug. You swayed together, and Simon almost heard the music you were dancing to. It went on for a while. Johnny went to grab a knife and you’d already placed the cutting board in front of him. You grabbed the oven mitt and he opened the oven.

You two are the perfect machine, always knowing where the other is going next. The smiles never falter. For the first time in years, Simon feels like he’s in a home. It’s confusing and startling. How come Soap has this waiting for him? How is he even able to go on deployment, knowing he might not have the chance to dance around you in the kitchen again?

The thought sparks memories. Soap’s sketchbook, a gleaming eye peeking from the page. His tactical jacket, jasmine perfume as they march through a field. A hair tie in the keychain. Gunpowder hands buying a bracelet in a faraway country. Making flower crowns while waiting for the target to show up. Dodging bullets with blue fevered eyes. Take me home tae ‘er.

He cleared his throat, and you handled him the plates to set on the table.

After dinner, you said goodnight. Johnny kissed your cheek; I left some beers in the fridge. Another kiss on the forehead. You waved at Simon, sweet and tired. Soap’s eyes followed you through the hallway.

Out in the cool night air, Simon asks.

“Tha’ ‘er?”

Soap flinches in his seat. The bottle in his hand twinkles under the stars. Doesn’t seem willing to reply. Maybe he doesn’t know how.

“The one from yer drawings?”

The nod is soft.

“Aye.”

Interrogation is an art. Ghost knows many ways to get information out of people. None of them work better on his sergeant than silence. The man has a need to fill empty spaces.

So he waits until Johnny takes the bait.

“A’v always known her.”

Another silence. Simon doesn’t need to ask the question out loud.

“We arenae datin. She isnae ma girlfriend. Or wife,” Jhonny’s voice is warm and liquid. “She's the love o ma life.”

Curiosity bubbles again. How does this life fit with the man out in the field? How come a cozy little house is home to a demolition expert?

“How’s tha’ work?”

Soap’s shoulders tighten, preparing for a defensive stance.

“She doesnae want sex.”

That’s not quite an answer, so Simon waits. Johnny’s back relaxes slowly, as if relieved by the lack of a reaction.

“But ‘a dinnae care aboot all that stuff. She's here whan ‘a come home, an she takes care o’ me. A tak care o’ her. Thare's nothin more than that.”

Nothing more he could ask for. Nothing more he’d ever want. His eyes glow blue, melting ice in the night. Ghost wonders, surprised, how he never saw it. How he didn’t realize.

After that, he doesn’t ask any more questions. There’s nothing else he’d need to know, really. When the bottles are empty and the air a little too cold, they retreat to their rooms.

The next morning, Simon stays in bed a little longer than usual. He listens to your soft steps in the hallway, the little knock on the door and Johnny’s raspy laugh. He hears the sheets and the whispers, the way he tells you stories about their last deployement- some true (only the lighter ones), the rest made up, with a handsome, Scottish hero. He pictures you tucked in Johnny’s side, his hand in your hair, easy smiles lighting up the room. And he understands. Once again, his sergeant’s words sound in his head.

A dinnae care aboot the rules. She’s ma girl, L.T.

[threepandas]

Bad End: For Us

My sister is the only one who actually knows me. Who looks at me and... and actually SEES me, for who I am. It's because she suffers too, I think. Is beautiful. In that way that drives men too distraction. Poets too the page, artists too a medium. They look at her like she is art, magnificence and beauty given form.

Not a person.

Living, breathing, with thoughts and feelings of her own.

She is... is just BEAUTY to them. Delicate features and graceful limbs. Refined and splendid. A lovely voice reducing all her brilliant thoughts to mere sound. Who cares? How clever and educated, how wise or dignified, she may be? She is decoration. A pretty thing to look at. A prize to be held and won.

And... and I am a cute little pet.

Eternally the toddler, to be pampered and dressed in bows. Girlish things, no matter how old I grow. Handled instead of spoken too. Because somehow I am a child. Fuckable, yet... a child. Cute, innocent, naive. Not because I AM, but because they SAY so. Because it matches their fantasy of me.

I fear what will happen if I dare break that fantasy, with how much they control my life.

My Sister, alone, is the one who SEES me.

And people try to convince me she is... what? Jealous? Bitter? Because I am somehow "stealing" the lecherous eyes of her unfaithful man? I don't want them. I don't want ANY of them. Reborn, somehow, as a Protagonist in some game amongst countless, I can predict the plot points as they come. Read the troupes.

Bah. I am no spunky little bright eyed thing.

As I lay, draped over my sister's splendid skirts, in her private writing room, she quietly sips her tea and writes return missives. Strokes my hair as I hide, curled up like a child against her legs. If the ridiculous outfit I was shoved in would allow it? I would cram myself under her desk. Hide there instead.

As it is? I sit like some sulking maiden, an exhausted pet, seeking comfort in the only refuge I HAVE.

They will not leave me ALONE.

The Knight. Some brash, meat headed, "I'll take care of you" type, crashing into every quiet moment I try to have. Loud and presumptuous. Disdainful of my academic interests.

The Playboy. All too forward "romantic" gestures and ignoring obvious discomfort. More wrapped up in HIS feelings then considering, for even a moment, my own. Selfish and dramatic.

The Duke. Cliché and terrible. "Kind" to no one but me. Endless expensive gifts, pressuring grand displays, and eyes that linger possessively. Violence at the drop of a hat.

But oh, let us not forget the ASSASSIN! Yes, the LEADER of the ASSASSIN'S Guild! That somehow, someway, decided I was a prize worth possessing. A cutesy little "interesting" doll. That? Gods only knows, what will happen when he grows bored.

Lingering and haunting me. Crawling through windows. Standing too close, to touch my hair and drop cryptic bits of information that always hint at terrible things. Having to watch my words so SO carefully. Lest someone end up DEAD.

And let's not forget the WORST offender! The most clingy of them ALL!

My sister's FIANCÉ.

The Crown PRINCE! Yes, not some average noble, but a ROYAL!! And the man can't CONTROL himself! But does anyone else care? Noooooo! It's ROMANTIC. True loooove~! Aren't we CUTE together? Surely my Sister, his FIANCÉE, is just JEALOUS. How VILE. Disgusting, they scoff!

I should start throwing chairs.

This house is a nightmare.

I curl closer to my sister. Releasing her skirts to slip an arm around her waist. Hugging her, pressing my face close. She puts her cup down with a soft clink. A second hand joining the first to stroke my head. Cup my cheeks.

"My Dearest, you can not hide against my skirts indefinitely. As much as I would love to let you." She says, voice soft and cool like swirling mist, tilting my face up so she can look me in the eyes. "You DO need to eat eventually, as do I. Unfortunately, I can not keep you here forever. Come, help me plan the wedding. We can look at cake styles."

I'd rather be planning a funeral.

"Not until I get a son out of him, I'm afraid."

Wut.

I blink, not sure I heard that right. Look up at my softly smile sister. No. No, I probably didn't. Wishful thinking maybe? Or I've just been around Stabby too much. I scramble to my feet. Fighting my own girlish abomination of a skirt. I hate it. It's cutesy to the point of mocking. I'm in my TWENTIES for God's sake! Not EARLY twenties either!

Why do I have a BOW ON MY ASS?!

Because I am the Protagonist. Baby faced and Pwecious~☆. Fucking INFANTALIZED. I could BITE.

I sigh, take the arm my sister offers me, and tuck myself into her side. Rest my head upon her shoulder. It's a little uncomfortable, with all the jewelry she must wear. But damn it! I want my cuddles!

I bask, as we walk, in the comfort it brings.

She's strong and graceful. Smells like a delicate spring morning, all rare flowers and new growth. A hint of expensive spice. I LOVE being the little sibling. When it's HER that's treating me so. Because she makes it precious. Comfortable. Like we could spend our lives, together like this. The best of friends.

Happy.

If only people would... you know... stop trying to FUCK me. I prefer my hobbies. For God's sake, I'm RICH and a second child. I HAVE basicly no responsibilities except "don't embarrass the family". Or that WOULD be the case? If our parents weren't so intent on... "pushy dating advice".

"Would you like some lovely news, Dearest?" Whispers my sister, as she sweeps us past some upset looking maids, towards the tea room. I nod. "I've made some wonderful headway with some... ambitious gentlemen, about your little cockroach problem. They are quite efficient. I'm likely to recommend them."

I stiffle a snort. Oh my god. My sister sent thugs after a few of the suitors? Holy shit! That's amazing! Is THAT why I haven't seen them around lately? They got scared?

We settle in our seats. Tea and snacks. The maid looks... nervous. Weird. My sister smiles kindly, somehow startling the poor thing, making her flinch. Oh dear. I try to smile reassuringly. No harm no foul, right? Yet the poor girl reacts like I've cast myself into a lion pit for her. Flees.

....I'm beginning to suspect someone is abusing our waitstaff.

It's probably that bastard lech of a fiance.

We need to keep him away from the maids. And me. Women in general honesty. If I had my say, he wouldn't be allowed near my SISTER either. But she insists, and- Oooh! This one's CUTE! Sis, Sis! LOOK at the little details on this one!

"Hmm? Oh that IS lovely! Do you like it? If so, we shall sample it at once. I want the day to be perfect for us, Dearest. You're my world after all. There's NOTHING I wouldn't give you. A shame though, that our parent's will likely be too sick to see me wed."

It really was. I had my differences with them, but... it was their DAUGHTER'S WEDDING you know? Whatever they had caught, during their endless string of parties, was ravaging their health. It seemed agonizing. Slow. Yet even in the midst of planning her WEDDING, all the gossip and backstabbing, my sister dutifully visited them. Brought them tea and kept them company.

I didn't know how she could bear it.

She was a better person then I, I guess.

[shigarosie]

You waited until the end of your fifth date before you opened yourself up to what scared you the most about dating. You let yourself enjoy your time Kuroo- with Tetsuro- but things were going well, and you knew this conversation, this admission was inevitable. That things could all come to a screeching halt and you might not get to see him again after this. You let him walk you to your door, let him come in for some dessert you'd made, before your nerves started creeping up on you. And he noticed- of course he noticed. Tetsuro was getting good at noticing things about you since your first date a few weeks ago.

“What's bugging you, doll?” He asks, leaning onto his elbows from across the kitchen island, trying to get closer to you.

“There's… I have something that I…” the words didn't come easily, despite how many times you'd practiced them in your head since… well, since he'd first shown signs of interest in you, honestly.

“Hey,” he says, dipping his head to catch your lowered gaze. He's got that stupidly charming smile on his face, the one that somehow convinced you to let him take you out despite your fears, and somehow it does the trick.

“I don't want to have sex,” you practically blurt out.

He blinks. Once, twice, three times, clearly caught off guard.

He chuckles a little, reaching for your hand to rub a reassuring thumb across your palm. “That's fine,” he tells you, “I'm cool with that. Not expecting anything- we can wait as long as you need.”

You can tell he was expecting your fallen expression to lift back up, for some relief to settle in, but it doesn't.

“Even if… even if as long as I need is… forever?”

He's quiet again, his thumb pausing its comforting movements as your words sink in.

“You mean, like…”

“I mean,” you sigh, “I don't just not want to have sex now. I'm uh- I'm on the asexual spectrum. So I'm not really interested in having sex… ever.”

“Ever?” He repeats, and you hate that you can't read him as well as he can read you.

“Well-” you sigh. “I don't like to say never ever because- well it is a spectrum after all and who knows how my feelings might change in the future but- but I don't see myself wanting to have sex and I don't want you to think that if you just wait around long enough I'll change my mind or give in because most likely I won't and-”

He holds a hand up, effectively stopping your word vomit of an explanation.

“Woah,” Tetsuro says, “hey, I wouldn't wait for you to give in.” He picks your hand up again, squeezing it. “If you're saying right now that you're not interested in having sex ever, I'm taking your word. I'm not gonna expect you to change your mind or put any pressure on you to give me something you don't want to give.”

You feel silly for the tears that prick at your eyes, but you silently wipe them away and continue listening.

“I said we can wait as long as you need. I meant that. There's no expiration date on it. It's okay.”

“So you… you're okay with that? That if you continued to date me, you'd most likely never have sex again?”

He takes a deep breath, really considering your words. You tried not to spiral, knowing that it's only realistic for him to have to think about it. Sex was important for a lot of people and Tetsuro had a bit of a reputation. It's why you were so hesitant to accept his offer to take you out in the first place.

“I mean, I like sex, don't get me wrong,” he says. “And I guess I'd miss it but… I'd rather miss sex than miss what we have.”

You can't bring yourself to respond- any words are caught beneath the lump in your throat that's preventing you from bursting into tears.

“Hey, no, don't cry, doll,” he says, seeing your lip quiver. He comes around the counter to pull you into his arms. “I'm sorry- this is new for me, I don't know what the right thing to say is-”

No,” you interrupt, voice wobbly, “no, you said the right thing. You said- what you said was perfect. Too perfect, I didn't think-” a hiccup of a sob forces its way out and Tetsuro sways you back and forth.

“I don't know who made you think otherwise,” he says softly, placing his lips on top of your head for a lingering moment. “But you- getting to know you, getting to have you, getting to connect with you- way more valuable than having sex.”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Yeah?”

“Definitely. I mean, think about it. I can replace sex pretty easily. Use my hand, maybe a toy or two-”

You snort, giggling like the immature adult you were.

“But you?” He pulls back to look you in the eye, wiping a tear from your cheek in the process. “Irreplaceable.”

“You're sure you're okay with it?” You question. “I wouldn't blame you if you weren't.”

“I'm positive,” he assures you. “I want you. And if that doesn't include a sexual relationship, then I'm glad to give that up. Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling him close again for a tight hug. “Thank you. For accepting me.”

He squeezes you back. “Thank you for trusting me- I know it probably wasn't easy for you.”

You hold each other for a while, silently swaying together, before Tetsuro speaks again.

“Does this mean I can't check you out anymore or…?”

“No, please do. I still like knowing you're attracted to me.”

“Okay good, because I've got a good view of your ass here and these jeans you got on-”

You laugh, nuzzling into his neck. And despite your fears, you knew everything was okay. With Tetsuro, you wouldn't have to worry or feel guilty. With him, you were enough the way you were.

[doodle-pops]

Married Life With Feanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin Would Include…

Request: Hi, can I request some group fluffy headcanons for Feanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin with asexual!reader? Like about their domestic life. I like to imagine they would give reader some extra care and make them feel valid and loved, and when someone tries to stick their nose into their relationship, they just be like: "Yeah, me and my partner don't have bodily union, but we're bonded by stars, so get lost". Thanks in advance (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

A/N: Always a pleasure to answer your requests. Enjoy!

Synopsis: What your married life with them as an asexual person would entail.

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˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fëanor

➽ Fëanor, being Fëanor, does not give a damn about what others think of your relationship. In fact, he thrives on the scandal it causes amongst the more traditional elves.

➽ If anyone so much as dares to comment on the lack of physical intimacy between you two, he scoffs, waves a dismissive hand, and says something like, “What, you thought I, Curufinwë Fëanáro, needed to do what every other lovesick fool does? I am bonded beyond flesh. And if you don’t understand that, I won’t waste my breath explaining it to you.”

➽ He is extremely protective of your comfort. If someone is prying or making you feel invalid, he will eviscerate them with words alone. “Your ignorance wounds me,” he’d say in a tone so dry that it leaves the offender squirming. “And here I thought the Eldar were supposed to be enlightened.”

➽ You are the only one allowed to touch his hair without protest. The sight of you braiding it is enough to make his sons do double takes because their father, the very Fëanor, sits still and lets you work without a single complaint. If you ever want yours braided in return, he takes to the task with precision—his fingers work like a master jeweller, and he will not accept anything less than perfection.

➽ If you’re feeling insecure about your identity, he brings you into his forge and makes you something to remind you of your worth. A Silmaril of your own, set with a stone that captures the first light of Telperion and Laurelin. “No one questions the worth of the Silmarils,” he murmurs as he fastens it around your neck. “And you are far rarer, far more precious. So do not let lesser minds make you doubt.”

➽ When the two of you sit together, he always ends up with an arm slung around your shoulders or your fingers intertwined with his. It’s never possessive—just a quiet reminder that you belong to each other. He likes to rest his forehead against yours sometimes, eyes closed, breathing in your presence. “This,” he says softly, “is enough.”

➽ Maedhros and Maglor have learned not to comment on your relationship because every time they do, Fëanor launches into a dramatic speech about how the two of you share a connection beyond mere physicality, an eternal bond forged in the core of Arda itself, something that transcends mere bodily desires. Eventually, his sons stop bringing it up because he won’t shut up.

➽ If he catches anyone looking down on you for your sexuality, he leans in and murmurs in a deceptively friendly tone, “If you insult my beloved, you insult me. And you would not dare to insult me, would you?” Cue the offending party quickly finding somewhere else to be.

➽ He has a terrible habit of stealing your clothes when they’re left unattended. You’ll come into your shared space to find him wearing your outer robe like a lordly cloak, completely unbothered by the fact that it’s clearly not his. “It smells like you,” he says with a shrug. “And I happen to like that.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingolfin

➽ Unwavering in his devotion, and when he loves, he loves with his whole being. He understands you, accepts you, and never lets you feel less than cherished. Whenever someone questions your relationship, he just raises an eyebrow and says in his calm, unshakable voice, “What I have with my beloved is eternal. It does not need to be explained.”

➽ He is an incredibly attentive partner. He notices when you’re overwhelmed, when you need space, when you need reassurance. If you ever doubt your worth, he takes your hands in his and presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “You are enough,” he tells you. “Always.”

➽ If someone tries to insist that your love is somehow ‘incomplete’ without physical intimacy, Fingolfin gives them a look so cold that they immediately regret opening their mouth. “And who,” he asks, voice laced with steel, “gave you the authority to define love?”

➽ He enjoys quiet domestic moments. Sitting beside you as he polishes his armour, reading together beneath the trees, walking hand in hand through the city—these are the things he treasures. Sometimes, he just gazes at you with a small, private smile, as if he still cannot quite believe you chose him.

➽ His siblings have very different reactions to your relationship. Fëanor, predictably, scoffs at the idea of his half-brother finding happiness but secretly respects how fiercely Fingolfin defends your bond. Finarfin, ever the peacekeeper, is simply delighted to see you both happy. “True love is rare,” he tells you one day with a warm smile. “Never let anyone tell you it must look a certain way.”

➽ Whenever you sit in court beside him, he unconsciously seeks you out, his hand resting lightly on yours, a subtle anchor in the storm of politics. Even in the most heated debates, his touch remains grounding and comforting.

➽ When he prepares for battle, he always ensures you have something of his—perhaps a finely wrought bracelet, a token of his love. “I will return to you,” he vows, fingers brushing against yours. “And should I fall, know that I have loved you beyond all reckoning.”

➽ He is a surprisingly good cook, but only for you. If one of his soldiers asks for a meal, they get standard fare. If you ask? He’s suddenly making a feast fit for a king. “Favouritism?” he echoes, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you mean.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Finarfin

➽ He is utterly devoted to making sure you always feel loved and validated. He is patient, understanding, and the first to shut down any nonsense about what a relationship should look like. “Love is not measured by the expectations of others,” he says simply. “It is measured by what we build together.”

➽ He is incredibly gentle with you. If you ever feel overwhelmed, he simply pulls you into his arms and lets you lean against him, no words needed. His presence alone is a comfort, warm and steadfast.

➽ He enjoys creating things for you—whether it’s intricate jewellery, embroidered garments, or even composing a song that captures the depths of your bond. “It is not the work of a great minstrel,” he says with a soft smile, “but it is yours, and that is enough.”

➽ Whenever someone pries into your relationship, he doesn’t get angry. He just tilts his head, gives them a polite but firm look, and says, “I fail to see how this is your concern.” Somehow, that is more effective than any argument.

➽ If you ever feel insecure about your identity, he reassures you with quiet conviction. “You are as the Valar made you,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over your cheek. “And who am I to question their wisdom?”

➽ He enjoys domestic routines with you—sharing meals, walking through the gardens, reading together in companionable silence. These small moments mean everything to him.

➽ His children adore you. Even if they don’t always understand your perspective at first, they respect you deeply. Galadriel and Finrod in particular are protective of you, and anyone who dares to mock your relationship will find themselves on the receiving end of Galadriel’s sharp tongue.

➽ When he speaks about you, there is always warmth in his voice, a quiet reverence. “My love,” he says one evening as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “the world may not always understand us, but I need only your understanding. That is all that matters.

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[spiceofvy]

SKZ with an asexual reader

cw: gender neutral!reader, asexual reader (duh), reader is somewhat sex averse, mentions of acephobia not by skz, demisexual!minho, mentions of sex, me calling chan old, asexuality written by an asexual person

Chan: He has an overall Idea of Asexuality. He will immediately tell you that he supports you and will turn out to be a great ally. Probably gets you some Ace Merch. Will send you some dragon or cake memes, he is old after all. He is also mature enough to separate his sexual needs from his emotional ones. Expect some horny songs, he gotta let all that tension out in some way.

Minho: He doesn't know what Asexuality is and needs some time to wrap his head around the Idea. Will probably ask questions after he had the time to think things through. He honestly relates to it alot and will start to question his own sexuality. Don't be surprised if he comes out as demisexual to you. Will hug you whenever you talk about your struggles. Is overall just really sweet and understanding about it.

Changbin: Doesnt know what it means but is very willing to learn. Does a lot of research after your talk. Sends you articles and posts and asks you if you relate to that too. Should someone start to make some sort of rude jokes or comments about you he will fight them, only verbally of course… unless. Takes it very well and just takes care of his urges by himself. No fuss, no problem. Absolute sweetheart.

Hyunjin: Don't know what asexuality is but when you explain it to him he immediately gets the difference between sexual and romantic attraction. Will not go out of his way to research, what other people say about it on the internet but instead asks you his questions directly. Will paint you something in ace colors, but not in a cheesy way, but really tastefully instead. Probably some flowers... Will use your experiences as inspirations for paintings.

Jisung: He doesn't quite understand the difference between the types of attraction but is willing to listen and supports you anyway. „But we can still hug though?“ Will probably get a hard-on once while making out, walks away to rub one out and comes back like nothing happened. He has no problem to take care of his needs himself and is very careful to not make you uncomfortable. After a confused start he turns into a great ally.

Felix: Our ally, there are literally accounts of him protecting his classmate from queerphobia, what do we expect? Knows what it is and is super supportive of you. When you decide to come out to the rest of the boys he will bake you Coming out brownies. When bonding with you he will talk about his own experiences in his own and confusing way, but he means well and tries to show how he relates to you. Will also go to pride with you.

Seungmin: Doesn‘t know what it is, but will do so much research. Also asks you a lot of questions to ensure that you are okay with his actions and how your experiences show in your day to day life. Honestly pretty sweet. He takes the whole thing very seriously and respects how being ace can bleed into a lot of different experiences in life. Also fights acephobes for you, but that is obvious.

Jeongin: Knows what asexuality is. Great ally, very aware of the community and if he hears of some kind of queer meetup he will hook you up with them. Talks about boundaries a lot and finds in you sharing yours the confidence to share his own too. Never oversteps any of them. Also team accidental hard ones deals with them without a fuss, but with a slight blush maybe.

[aventurineswife]

Hello! I hope you're doing alright! Please don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

Would it be okay to request fem reader and aventurine but the reader is asexual and they're trying to hide it because they're scared he'll leave them since she thinks she won't be able to satisfy him that way..? Like they're about to be intimate but reader just panics and asks him to stop and explains that she really can't bring herself to go that far and says he can feel free to break up with her.... If it sounds similar yeah I'm that one anon.....

You can just ignore this too btw!

Love Without Conditions

Summary: When an intimate moment with Aventurine causes you to panic, you finally confess your fears about not being able to fulfill his expectations due to your asexuality. Expecting him to leave, you're instead met with his unwavering support and reassurance, showing that his love for you goes beyond physical needs.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fem!Asexual!Reader, Fluff, Emotional Comfort, Insecurities, Reassurance, Established Relationship

Warnings: Brief mention of anxiety/panic, Discussion of asexuality-related insecurities

A/N: As an aroace (still questioning), i approve 😪❗

The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the open window, casting silvery shadows over the room. Aventurine's cyan and magenta eyes sparkled in the dim light, a warm smile gracing his lips as he looked at you. You could feel your pulse quickening, a familiar wave of anxiety creeping in as he moved closer, his hands warm as they traced gentle circles over your shoulder.

He leaned in, his voice a low murmur, "Are you comfortable?"

You swallowed, trying to ignore the tightening in your chest. You wanted this, didn’t you? Aventurine was everything you could have dreamed of—charming, confident, and endlessly caring. You adored him, and every moment with him felt like a rare treasure. And yet, as he leaned in closer, the anxiety only grew, a coil of dread you couldn’t shake.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Why now? Why did this fear, this doubt, always surface when things got close? You feared that if you couldn’t give him what he wanted, he’d look at you differently. He’d lose interest. He’d leave.

"Aventurine," you blurted, sitting up abruptly and wrapping your arms around yourself. "Can we… can we stop?"

His brow furrowed in concern, his hand retreating immediately. He sat up with you, worry clear in his vibrant eyes. "Of course, love. Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head, not daring to meet his gaze. "No, no… it’s not you, it’s… it’s me." Your heart pounded as the words slipped out, words you’d been dreading to say but could no longer keep inside. "I… I’m not like that. I mean… I don’t… I don’t want to be with anyone like that."

You waited for his response, bracing for a flash of disappointment or, worse, hurt. Instead, he merely looked at you, silent, as if allowing you the space to find your words.

You continued, your voice trembling, "I really like being with you, Aventurine, and I want to make you happy… but I just don’t think I can… give you what you need that way." You felt a surge of vulnerability and finally whispered, "You don’t have to stay with me if… if you don’t want to. I’ll understand if it’s a dealbreaker."

Aventurine was quiet for a moment, but his hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He offered you a soft, reassuring smile.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice calm and steady. "I didn’t fall for you because of some imagined future, or for what you could ‘give’ me. I love you, as you are, right here." His gaze was unwavering, filled with an honesty that cut through your insecurities. "I love your kindness, your sense of humor, the way you care about others… I’m here because you mean more to me than any fleeting desire.”

Your heart swelled with relief, though you still couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “But… won’t you get tired of me?” you asked, barely a whisper.

Aventurine tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Never. What we share, the laughter, the quiet moments, all of it—that’s what matters to me. You’re all I need."

The weight on your chest began to ease, his words sinking in. For the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this love didn’t have to come with conditions.

His fingers intertwined with yours as he leaned his forehead against yours. "There’s no one else I’d rather be with, in whatever way makes you feel safe and happy. Just promise me one thing," he whispered, his voice soft.

You nodded, almost afraid to breathe. "What is it?"

"Don’t ever feel like you have to hide from me, love. You’re perfect as you are."

A sense of peace settled over you, his words anchoring you. In that moment, you realized that Aventurine wasn’t going anywhere. That this love was real, built on something more lasting than fleeting desires.

As he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace, you felt the last of your fears fade away. Here, with him, you were enough—just as you were.

[pretty-pup-stevie]

Even If - Steve Harrington x ace!Reader

A/N: no context. Only soft angst with comfort. Reader is gender neutral and asexual

CW: angst, the kids being slight assholes on accident, Robin being a background hero, Reader is ace with v slight aro vibes, set during a new year’s party, kissing, teasing, implied future polyamory between Eddie and Steve and Reader, soft!Steve

719 words

You sit in the back of Eddie’s van with your legs tucked to your chest. It smells like weed and sweat and smoke. But it’s quiet and dark and you know the kids won’t bother you here.

The van door opens and someone enters. You don’t look up. Footsteps approach and someone settles next to you.

“Hey.”

You flinch. It’s Steve.

Slowly, you lift your head. Not looking at him, but enough so you can see him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s fiddling with the hole in his jeans again, picking at the frayed edges. You feel a lot like the hole, being picked at by the universe.

“The kids say they’re sorry.” You can see him turn his head a little to look at you. “They took it too far.”

You twist your fingers together tight enough that it hurts. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” He reaches out and gently tugs your hands apart. Not holding your hand, but tracing your fingers all the same. “Robin chewed them out. Said it was your life, not theirs and that they had no business prying like that.”

You don’t say anything for a long moment, but you’re quietly touched. Robin hadn’t ever particularly seemed to like you, but maybe you’d been wrong.

Eventually, though, you mumble, “I just… don’t. Have sex, I mean. It’s just… not me.”

Steve’s quiet, but you can tell he’s listening.

“I haven’t ever even kissed anyone. I’ve wanted to. But everyone always wants more than that, and I just…”

His hand squeezes yours. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a really long silence. Then, softly, “So when you said you wanted to kiss me earlier…?”

You make a face, then sigh. “Just kiss. You’re really cute, but it’s just not in me to see you… like that.”

He nods and continues playing with your fingers. “I get it.”

Somehow, you think he actually means it.

You finally glance at him. He seems thoughtful, brown eyes fixed on a spot across from you. He really is so cute.

“You wanna try our new year’s kiss again?”

You blink and fully face him. “What?”

He quirks an eyebrow, a slight smirk to his lips. “It was pretty awkward with everyone watching. Just a kiss, nothing more.”

You hesitate. There’s so much that could go wrong. But something… something tells you it’s different this time.

So you nod. Slowly.

Steve nods back and reaches out to cup your cheek. Rubbing a thumb against your skin for a moment before gently leaning in. You close your eyes. His lips press to yours.

There are no sparks. No fireworks. No heart stops or swooning. His lips are soft and slightly wet. They taste like the feeling of warmth and very faintly of chapstick.

He doesn’t part his lips or lick at your mouth or anything. It’s just a press of lips and then nothing. And it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever experienced.

You open your eyes and he smiles at you. Gives you that perfectly charming grin of his. “Much better.”

It pulls a grin of your own to your lips and you lean back, gently pushing at his shoulder. “Whatever. Bet it’s nothing compared to your kiss with Eddie.”

Steve flushes and laughs. He runs a hand through his hair, looking a little embarrassed and very pleased. “That’s different. He’s all bite and no bark, you know?”

You smile. “Yeah. It’s cute though. You two look good together.”

He falls quiet, glancing at you. Then, softly, “Bet I look better with you there too.”

You blink. Tilt your head a little. It takes you a long moment to process his words. But then your cheeks warm. “You sure you want me there?”

Steve nods and gently nudges you. “He wants you there too.”

You look down at your lap. “Even if…”

“Yeah.” His voice is steady, not a hint of doubt. “Even if.”

A smile creeps across your lips. “Alright.”

He grins again. “Alright. You ready to go back?”

You nod and he gets up. You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. He doesn’t let go, sliding his hand around yours as he leads you out of the van.

It feels like a promise, and you think you’ve finally found someone willing to keep it.

[silver-the-pendejo]

hi! Is it possible to write some ace representation for the linked universe fandom? I love reading other works in the fandom but the lack of representation kinda gets to you after a while lol. You don’t have to Ofcourse, thank you <33

don’t worry, as long as it doesn't break my rules and boundaries, it’s fine. Sorry if it's not quite to your liking, I'm not Ace and my investigation was a bit off, but I tried. Honestly, since you just mentioned representation, I took a bit of liberty in writting, hope you're okay with it! :D

(Also ty anon, you gave me my own crisis about if im ace or no)

More Than Enough

Warriors (LU) X Ace!Reader Reader is Genderless in this Fluff (nom nom fluffy ) References to sleeping together but not the actual thing (Im family friendly guys remember) Words: 1099

Warriors had always been a romantic at heart. He loved grand gestures, dramatic declarations, and playful flirting. It came naturally to him, like wielding his sword.

But love, he was learning, wasn’t always as simple as charming words and stolen kisses.

Not with you.

You had been together for a while now, and at first, everything felt like a dream. Hand-holding, shared smiles, whispered confessions under the stars—it was the kind of romance he had always imagined. You weren’t distant, nor did you ever seem uncomfortable with his affection. But as time passed, he began to notice something.

Whenever he tried to take things a little further—when his touches lingered, when he leaned in just a little too long, when his hands wandered past the safe spaces of your arms and shoulders—something always happened. You never outright rejected him, never seemed upset, but you always... moved.

A subtle shift, a change in position, a casual excuse to adjust your sleeves or stretch your arms. You never pushed him away, but you never let him get closer, either.

Had he done something wrong?

Was he not enough?

At first, he brushed it off. Maybe you just needed more time. Maybe you were nervous. Maybe he was overthinking it.

But now, lying beside you in the dim glow of your shared inn room, that nagging doubt had rooted itself too deeply to ignore.

One evening, after a long day of traveling, the Chain settled into a small inn they had found, the two of you settling together into one of the rooms. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warmth filling the room as the last few guests settled into their rooms. The quiet was comfortable, but there was a tension coming from him that hung in the air.

Warriors had an arm loosely draped around you, your head resting against his shoulder. It should have been perfect—peaceful, even—but his thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.He couldn’t let it go any longer.

His fingers trailed absently along your arm, and when he felt no resistance, he took a chance. Slowly, he turned his head, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. When you didn’t pull away, he moved lower, brushing his lips just behind your ear. And then—

You shifted. Not abruptly, not uncomfortably, but just enough that his lips never reached where they were heading. A simple adjustment, as if you were just settling into a more comfortable position.

But it had happened too many times now.

Warriors froze for a second, staring at the ceiling. The realization hit harder than he wanted to admit.

This wasn’t just nerves. It wasn’t just needing more time.

It was deliberate.

And he had no idea what it meant.

Taking a breath, he swallowed the hesitation in his throat. “Love…” His voice was soft, careful.

“Hmm?” You glanced up at him, your expression relaxed, unaware of the storm brewing behind his eyes.

He hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to phrase this without sounding like he was accusing you of something. That was the last thing he wanted. But he also couldn’t keep pretending he didn’t notice.

“Do you… not want to sleep with me?” he finally asked, voice quieter than usual.

Your brows furrowed slightly, as if you hadn’t expected the question. “What do you mean?”

Warriors exhaled slowly. He didn’t want to push, but he needed to understand.

“It’s just… every time I try to start something, you move. Not in a way that says you don’t like me touching you, but—” He shook his head, trying to find the words. “You don’t seem to want me to go any further.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out immediately. He could see the gears turning in your head, could feel you tensing just a little in his arms.

Finally, you let out a breath. “I’m… ace.”

Warriors blinked. He had expected a lot of things. That wasn’t one of them.

“You’re… ace?” he echoed, testing the word like it was foreign on his tongue.

You nodded slowly, sitting up a little so you could meet his gaze. “Asexual. It means I don’t experience sexual attraction like most people do. It’s not that I don’t love you, because I do, a lot actually but… I just don’t feel sexually attraced to you.”

He stared at you, his mind racing to process what you were saying. “So… when I try to take things further, you don’t want it?”

You gave him a small, almost apologetic smile. “It’s not about wanting or not wanting. I just… don’t experience it the same way. I love being close to you—I love holding hands, cuddling, kissing. But anything more than that… it’s just not something I need or feel the need to pursue.”

Warriors sat in silence, staring at the flickering firelight across the room. This was… different from what he had thought love was supposed to be. He had always imagined intimacy as a natural part of it—the need to be as close as possible, to share that kind of thing with the person you loved.

But here you were, telling him that love could exist without it.

And you still loved him.

He turned back to you, searching your face. “Have you been afraid to tell me?”

You hesitated before nodding. “A little. I didn’t want you to feel like I was rejecting you or that you weren’t enough.”

His heart clenched at that. That you had carried this alone, worried that he would take it personally. That he would think you loved him less.

Slowly, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You should have told me sooner, love,” he said, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I would have understood.”

You let out a breath you had been holding, relaxing under his touch. “I know. I just… didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Warriors chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You could never disappoint me.” He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “I love you, Y/N. That’s not going to change just because we love differently.”

You smiled, eyes shining with relief. “Thank you.”

He pulled you back into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head as you both melted into the warmth of the moment.

Love wasn’t just about passion or desire. It was about understanding, about meeting each other halfway, about knowing when to hold on even when things were different than expected.

And with you, that was more than enough.

May have based this a bit on anecdotes of people I know that forget to tell their partners they are Ace. That was all for today except soon either angsty angst with poly chain or angsty angst with Mentor!Wild and Reader inspired by NightGlow from HI3rd

Linked Universe

[2000sangel]

Hiiiii could I request headcanons for a fem asexual reader who’s in a relationship with Adam :]]???? Tysmmm

I got carried away and literally wrote the hcs of a date leading up to that too, AHAH...hope that you don't mind!!!

WARNINGS FOR : talks of sex, in a non-sexual way though.

DIVIDER CREDITS TO : firefly-graphics

MINORS DNI.

Adam x Fem! Asexual Reader - Headcanons

✰ Adam is, as most people would guess, someone who doesn’t shy away from sex; he’s had enough partners and one night stands to come to the conclusion that he actually really enjoys it, and it’s been that way for the longest time. The average person would guess so from his way of speaking and joking around alone.

✰ I would like to preface that for him to get into a new, serious relationship it would take a while; he might say ‘what the hell, sure’ to one night stands and random dates, but actually dating someone? After what he’s been through? He might have to think about it twice. So when you come into the picture he’s confused enough about actually wanting to pursue a romantic relationship with you.

✰ But you’re the most caring individual he’s come across in a while; your dates feel natural, conversations flow smoothly and are filled with jokes about anything and everything, he’s gone back to looking at someone (you) fondly and purposefully walking a bit too close to you so that your hands might brush against each other.

✰ When you tell him you’re asexual on one of these dates, he surprises himself by taking the conversation very seriously and letting you speak; usually he would joke about anything, but he understands from the tone of your voice that this is a serious matter for you, and he certainly doesn’t want to seem like he doesn’t care about what you’re saying, even though he might not be the most knowledgeable individual on the matter.

✰ Once he’s home he regrets not asking more questions, though, as he scrolls through various articles about the same thing you’ve come out to him about: does this mean you might like him anyway? He’s reading about the difference between Asexuality and Aromanticism, but he’s not sure what it means for you. On what side of the spectrum are you? Could it be a problem if you two started dating one day, if he differs in this regard? He arranges one more date fairly soon to understand better, meanwhile regretting not caring about this kind of thing sooner.

✰ When the date comes around, he’s practically memorized the questions he needs to ask you, and he doesn’t waste one second to ask them. You’re almost shocked about the fact that he actually informed himself a bit after your previous date, but answer his questions regardless; no, Asexuality and Aromanticism aren’t the same thing, you being Ace and him being Allo could be a problem if you don’t agree on certain things, and you naturally answer the question about where you would locate yourself on the spectrum, too.

✰ How this date ends? Well, it’s been a damn long time since Adam has cared so much about someone else and their needs, so he ends up blurting out that he wouldn’t mind trying this out with you, and seeing how it goes. His seemingly sly exterior causes you to blush at his declaration, but inside his heart is thumping with anxiety.

✰ Once you two actually start dating, it’s initially hard for him to come to terms with the fact that there will be little to no sex; not because he doesn’t fully respect your identity, but because his past relationships have had plenty of it, so he’s not really sure how to act. He might become unsure sometimes and mix up you being Asexual with you not enjoying physical contact at all, so at first he might let you initiate any kind of contact before eventually realizing that you don’t mind if he wraps a wing around you or leans on you.

✰ Speaking of these gestures, he finds out how much he enjoys these through dating you; it’s not rare for him to sigh stupidly while burying his face in your hair or wing fluff, or to randomly pick you up and kiss your cheek as you’re busy doing something around the house.

✰ He learns to appreciate your small gestures even more; the way you fix your hair and outfit in the morning to make sure you look your best, but when he asks if he looks okay you immediately respond with an enthusiastic ‘yes’ even though he’s literally wearing his PJs... the way you wake up embracing him and wait for him to stir awake too before leaving the bed, the way you laugh at his jokes even when they’re not that funny, and surprise him with little acts of service every day.

✰ And so he hopes that you appreciate his small gestures as well: learning how to play your favorite songs on his guitar and strumming some notes of them randomly throughout the day, offering to preen your wings for you while you relax and do something else instead, getting you –or even trying to make!- your favorite meals and nicely setting the table for you when you’re out doing something, just to smile at your surprised face once you come back home.

✰ Lute isn’t scared to point out how much of a softie he’s become after meeting you, and he’s quick to deny it,  gently and jokingly pushing her with his wing. But in reality everyone has noticed it, even the First Man himself.

✰ I highly doubt he would seek out other people to have sex with, I strongly believe he would be very loyal in a serious relationship. If anything he would ‘deal with his stuff’ himself, but I don’t believe he would like to be in an open relationship even if it came down to just him having sex with someone else if you didn’t want to. He would ultimately just set this subject aside and enjoy his time with you, it’s far more important for him to have someone who truly gets along with him and sees the good in him.

[desperate-daydream]

hi! can i rq a five hargreeves x aroace reader (friendship obvi) where reader is very anxious/paranoid & one of their comforts is touch, so five is always near them or lending him their jacket/small acts of care type of thing

☂️Umbrella Academy

❀ five hargreeves x gn aroace reader ⚣

A/N: Oh my gods, I'm still alive! XD thanks for your request! I hope you still enjoy this story even though it took a really really long time.

tags/warnings: swearing, reader has anxiety, five has flashbacks; plays in season 1

the best team

Five Hargreeves was a smart and strategic man but he had a soft spot; for his annoying siblings and you. You had started off as partners in the commission and became friends over time. He was the one person you had told about you being aroace - which he could relate to - and he knew about your anxiety. 

You were a great team together that always supported each other. You would help him with his flashbacks and he would help you with your anxiety. 

And that was about to skyrocket right now. You had helped Five to figure out the right equations to get back to his family and then he was finally able to do the jump - of course taking you with him. But apparently something went wrong because when you landed on the other side of the portal you were both in the bodies of your teenager-selves. 

“Fuck, something went wrong”, you heard Five muttering to himself. You were speechless when you looked up from your younger hands to the adults standing in front of you. One of them just asked: “Can you see little Five too?”. Then Five looked up too before his gaze went towards you. You felt like you increasingly couldn’t breathe anymore and looked at Five with wide eyes. 

You heard a noise and only when Five hurried to get up you realized that it came from you. 

„Okay, listen to my voice. Blend out everything else. Breath y/n. Breathe with me, alright?“ 

He blocked most of your view towards the adults who didn‘t know how to react yet. He took your hands in his to help you steady yourself - since one of your comforts was touch - and with some more helpful words and methods you calmed down. 

Five helped you get up then and went to the door while dragging you behind him and almost seemingly ignoring the adults who were then coming back to their senses. 

They followed closely asking what happened or simply repeating his name like they couldn‘t believe that he was right there. 

While walking you spotted your reflection in a mirror on the wall and flinched - you really were in the body of your younger self. 

You reached the kitchen and Five started making sandwiches as well as coffee for him and cocoa for you. 

„What are you doing?“, the tall woman asked. 

„And who is that?“, a guy in full black attire added. 

„We both need sugar to recharge“, he answered while continuing his work. You were just standing there merely happy that you didn‘t go into full panik. 

„And who the fuck is that?!“, the man repeated himself and emphasised it with a gesture towards you. 

„That is y/n. We’re colleagues.“

To others this description might‘ve felt offensive. You knew that in connection to you it meant you were trusted friends. 

„Colleagues?“, the confusion was clear on all their faces. 

Your mind slowly cleared and you started realizing that those people were Five‘s siblings. He had told you quite a lot about them - you were also the only one he had talked to about them. 

„Yes“, his answer had a little sharpness in it and your gaze shot up to him. You knew what that meant. He had pulled you out of your panic, now you started doing your best to prevent him from having a flashback. 

His gaze was already a bit out of focus and his movements slowed down so you hurried to get to him and touched his shoulder carefully. 

„Hey, you‘re not there anymore“, you slowly moved him around to the sink and turned on cold water. While you waited for it to be cold enough you pushed up the sleeves of his now way too big suit. 

Running cold water over his hands and forearms has always been pretty effective to get Five back in his body. You were relieved when he looked at you after a moment and nodded as a thank you. 

You turned off the water and dried both your hands. 

“Everything okay?”, one of his siblings asked with his brows furrowed. “Yes”, you answered while Five brushed it off with a wave of his hand. 

You helped him finish your snacks and stayed close to calm both of you. When you sat down at the table to eat it his siblings started their questions again. 

They had a lot of those and you spent enough time on this table that you leaned on your friend’s shoulder from being tired out. Five put his arm around you to steady your upper body. That way you rested a bit before both of you went to save the world - as the best team you'll ever see.

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#16 Drax who-

Mam: I like your new pants~

Ace!Y/n: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Mam: I’d like them better if they were 100% off~

Ace!Y/n*Confused head tilt, with lizard blinking* The store can’t just give away clothes for free...

Mam: That’s… not what I meant...

Ace!Y/n: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Mon

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Aces

Amelia Shepherd x ace!fem!reader Warnings: mostly fluffy but definitely some mentions/discussions of sex, ace representation wooooooo, some explicit language Word Count: 1.1k Summary: You come out as asexual on a date with Amelia, and you're worried about how she'll react. But it turns out that maybe honesty really is the best policy–for both of you.

*Reader & Asexuality. Asexuality is a spectrum! No one person's ace identity is the same as someone else's. If you're ace and don't see yourself represented in the reader's perspective here, just know that your identity is still so valid! It's just impossible to encompass the beautifully wide range of what it means to be ace in one story or one perspective.

"Oh my god," Amelia said, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry."

"No, no, no!" you reassured her, touching Amelia's arm lightly to keep her from pulling away. "I like kissing you. I like you. I think I would probably like more, but... I just– I don't know. I wanted to be up front."

Amelia looked skeptical, no longer the suave, sure woman she'd been moments before.

You tried not to sound desperate. "It doesn't have to mean no sex, I don't think. For me, it just means that I'm mostly, generally uninterested. But not necessarily? God," you cursed. "I feel like I'm fucking this up."

You looked at the ground, trying not to feel panicked. You could count on one hand the number of people you'd been really, truly attracted to in your life. Amelia was one of them. You felt Amelia's hand slip into yours and looked up, equal parts hopeful and afraid.

"I've, uh, never been with someone who's asexual," Amelia said, clearly trying to put both of you at ease.

You returned to your walk on the waterfront, dusk closing in around the two of you.

"I like you, too," Amelia continued nervously. "I mean, I really like you. But I'm very much a sexual person, and I don't want–for either of us–for this to get too far and..."

"Yeah," you replied. "Me too."

"So," Amelia said, smiling and trying to lighten the mood. "You're ace! Tell me about it!"

"Well," you started, thoughts jumbling around in your head. "I like women. Romantically anyway. Sometimes sexually, I guess? I don't really know. I've never..." You paused and blushed. "I've never actually had sex." You shook your head and let out a shaky breath. "Shit, you didn't need to know that. Sorry."

Amelia squeezed your hand. "Don't be sorry."

"Anyway," you continued, scared that if you stopped you wouldn't start again. "I masturbate sometimes so, like, I know I at least enjoy the sensation, but... real life always felt unnecessary, like it was overcomplicating things. There just aren't many people I look at and think, Yeah, I could see myself having sex with them. But I don't know for sure because I've never done it, and I don't want to lead anyone on. And I'm scared because the only other person I've felt that about, well, we were both super religious and it wasn't safe to be out so we weren't out. To anyone or even to ourselves, really. And I always let her take the lead in how far we went because I was so scared that she'd misinterpret anything I did and think I was gay. Of course, I was, but I didn't know that at the time..."

You stopped and looked out across the darkening bay. "I'm sorry," you said, rubbing your forehead. "I'm rambling now. This is probably too much. I'm a lot."

"I'm a lot, too," Amelia commented, playfully jostling your shoulder. "I'm just not as brave and up front about it as you."

You avoided eye contact, sure that if you met Amelia's eyes you'd see what you were dreading: that Amelia was no longer interested, was just a nice person, continuing the date and the conversation out of kindness.

"Hey." Amelia interrupted your thoughts, tapping your hand. "You said the only other person you've thought about sex with."

You stayed quiet.

"Does that mean you've thought about with me?"

You flushed a deep red and stared at the ground. Amelia smirked, finding your embarrassment adorable.

"Hey, there," she said, smiling, bending down in front of your bent head to meet your eyes. Amelia put her hands on either side of your head, pushing your hair behind your ears and lifting your chin.

"Hey," Amelia continued, grinning fully now. "I am one of the two people in the world that Y/N finds attractive. I mean, talk about knowing how to make a girl feel pretty."

You smiled quickly, taking Amelia's hand as you continued your walk.

"And I've thought about it, too," Amelia added. "Just so you know. A lot."

You flushed again and chanced a glance at Amelia who, if anything, seemed more excited and into you than before. You couldn't believe it.

Stopping you with a hand on your wrist, Amelia leaned down and kissed you, running her thumb back and forth along your cheek. When she pulled away, you were dumbstruck.

Amelia searched your eyes, as if she were trying to decipher a foreign language.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

You nodded a little too enthusiastically. "So much, yes."

"So I have a proposition," Amelia said, turning around and wrapping her arm through yours as you turned back.

"Okay," you prompted, savoring the feeling of Amelia so close to you.

"I say we try. I think we should try having sex. Only if you're up for it, of course. And all along the way, you can decide what you like and what you don't. And we can stop at any time. I promise I won't be upset. That way we'll know."

You stumbled through your words. "I'm not... experienced, so–"

Amelia turned to you and raised her eyebrows. "Y/N. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I know what I'm doing. And if you don't enjoy yourself, you can be sure that you would not enjoy having sex with anyone. Because I'm really good."

You ran a hand through your hair, your face reddening, and a smile creeping across your face.

"I'm kind of excited actually."

Amelia jumped and shrieked. "I know, right!? I've never been someone's first! God, I can't wait to blow your fucking mind!" She pulled herself back down to earth and cleared her throat. "Unless you don't want to or you don't like it, which is totally fine. But I really hope you do because you are so hot." She said this last part more to herself than to you.

You smiled at Amelia's happy little dance. You were really, truly excited. Nervous, too. But excited. Riding high on the moment, you put one hand on the side of Amelia's face and wrapped the other arm around the small of her back.

And you kissed her. You kissed her. Your stomach did somersaults as you felt Amelia's hands on your waist, felt Amelia's mouth deepening the kiss. You kept going, surprised at how good Amelia's tongue felt in your mouth, how good it felt to hold the back of her head in your hands.

There was no one around in the dim early night, just you and the wind and the water. Amelia pressed her body into yours, and you could feel the buckle of Amelia's belt pressing into you. Your body took you off guard as you whined into Amelia's mouth, a noise that had never come out of you before. Amelia pulled away, running a hand over her lips and looking smug.

"You like that?" Amelia asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded, panting like a dog. You had never felt like this before. Almost hungry. It scared you a little.

"You want more?"

You surprised yourself by nodding even more vigorously.

"Yeah," you said, breathlessly. "I think I do."

Amelia grinned and bit her lip, taking your hand and leading you away.

"Where are you taking me?" you laughed, face flushed, electricity running between Amelia's hand and yours.

"Bed," Amelia replied, nearly dragging you as she sped to the car.

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hello! I was wondering if you could write a Leo Valdez X Asexual Reader? I know you write him horny (which is fine-) so I just wanted to see how he would act with an ace reader :)

-Apollo

absotootly babes!!! listen Leo and his ace s/o is so we'll never have sex by leith ross coded. Leo is so head over heels stupid for you that he genuinely couldn't care less about sex stuff, he's just so glad you exist. He's so glad he gets to exist in proximity to you, that he gets the blessing of being around you, hearing you laugh and watching how pretty you look in the light as it changes throughout the day. He loves listening to you talk, loves holding your hand and dancing with you and getting you to laugh that sweet giggle he loves hearing. He loves spending time with you and making you little mechanical trinkets, giving them to you like a bird bringing its mate pretty twigs and colorful bits of yarn. he loves cooking for you, making you your favorite pasta and grilled cheese and soups, he loves making you little snacks and cutting up your fruit for you. He knows you can do it yourself, he just likes when you let him do it for you. he loves opening your drinks and helping you reach stuff that's up too high, he loves fixing any problems you have with your car or your phone or your plumbing or any other problmes you might have. he loves watching netflix stand up comedy specials with you and laughing at them (but not in the way the comedian intended. usually you're both laughing cause it's really bad.) he loves holding you in his arms and playing with your hair and jewlery, tracing shapes along your back. he loves tapping you little morse code messages even if you can't decipher them. he loves eating takeout in bed and showing you all his favorite telanovelas, he loves watching you get ready in the morning, he loves squeezing you in tight exhuberant hugs and kissing your cheeks and nose. he just loves you with his whole heart, so fundamentally. when you first told him you're ace, that you probably definitley won't want to have sex ever, you were nervous. he could tell you were nervous. when you finished explaining he was super supportive. but he was still worried about you. he didn't realize that's what you were nervous about. he literally said "okay, hey. no pressure about anything, ever. I don't wanna derail cause I know this is important but what's got you so worked up estrella? are you okay? do I need to light someone one fire?"

it's barely a joke. he's so accepting and loving and willing to commit arson for you. he adores you so deeply and altruisticallyand you trust him implicitly. he is never ever going to do anything to make that trust a little bit shaky, much less break it.

[constanttea]

° ༺ The Legacy We Build ༻⋆°

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⛧ 2. Rebuild & Retreat ⛧

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