#ueeeeeeeeeeee

[ysolt]

KILLING MYSELF POSTPONED

[airitouttwst]

Mmm since your favorite chara is Ace... I would like to see a scenario about Ace teasing fem!reader 😳😳😳 please, dear Witch?

(FVYCXRFDB ANON FRVBDBXVEFCN ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS REQUESTTTTTT (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) UEEEEEEEEEE I COULDN’T WRITE STRAIGHT FOR A FEW MINUTESS)

A low and smooth chuckle rings out in the air, the sound of it alone enough to send a bolt of electricity shooting down your spine where a trail of goosebumps follow after its wake.

A hand touches your cheek—his hand, and your cheeks involuntarily heat up in response to the slight chill seeping from his skin. That, and, well, with the way Ace is looking at you.

“Just with this,” coos Ace, that irritatingly cocky smirk in place. “You’re already so red~”

It’s clear enough to you that he’s having fun with your current predicament, all backed up against a corner in one of the least-traversed hallways of the building with Ace the only blockage to your route to freedom. Any other day, you would have entertained him, happy to trade barbs with him; however, you’d been a bit too lax in doing your paperwork for the past week so, if ever you don’t start working on it today, you can expect a very good lecture from Professor Crewel tomorrow morning.

"Sorry, Ace,” you apologize to him, mustering up a small smile for him and meaning it because, oh, how you’d rather play than work right now. “But I’m kinda busy right now, can we take a rain check on this?” 

You make a move to escape his cage, prepared to duck underneath his arm, but Ace proves how agile he can be with the right motivation. Before you know it, you find yourself suddenly pressed between the uncomfortable wall and Ace’s body.

“Wha—!” is what hurriedly escapes out of your mouth. it takes you a moment to process your position but, when you do, you’re not that amused anymore. “Ace, what the—”

You go silent and a bit cross-eyed at the index finger against your lips. 

“Running away so soon?” The smirk that had been playing on his lips is gone, replaced instead with a frown to match the disappointed etch to his features. “Don’t you want to spend a little more time with me? It’s been so long, after all,” he pouts as he trails his index finger across your bottom lip.

You don’t miss how his gaze minutely falls to how you ever so slightly part your lips.

Briefly, he takes his finger away, but it’s only to properly hold your chin and tilt your head back a bit so that he’s able to get a proper look of you. 

Yet, despite the vulnerable arrangement you’re in, you still have the audacity to roll your eyes at him because, really, Ace?

“We were just together an hour ago,” is your smart retort and, to spite him, you arch an eyebrow at him.

Judging by the way Ace narrows his eyes at you, you’re guessing he didn’t quite like that sort of response from you. 

“Still, what’s this sudden rush to get away from me?” Ace asks you, matching your raised brow and sweeping his thumb over the area of your chin before it finds its place back to your bottom lip. “I thought you enjoyed my company?” He chuckles, leaning his face down just so until his nose is merely a hair’s breadth from touching yours. 

With how close the both of you are, you’re hyperaware of the fact that you’re able to feel just even the slightest exhale from against your lips.

“Hey.” The way he drawls your name out makes you shiver, something that definitely doesn’t escape Ace’s attention with how his eyes have gone a darker shade of red.

Reflexively, you swallow the imaginary lump in your throat. You already know what he’s going to ask next.

“Won’t you play with me?”

[zantedeschia-praesul]

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@nxmelessfighter

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[mikodachi]

born to sleep, forced to wake up

[edgysemi]

it is not a good art day

[spiritcaesar]

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[noah-steele]

Primera noche. (Intercambio) | Logan y Noah.

Abrazó a Ashley justo antes de salir del bungalow, deseándole las buenas noches, guiñándole el ojo por el doble significado de sus palabras. Salió de esa especie de casita, para que Crawford ocupara su lugar. Respiró profundamente antes de hacer nada, estaba nerviosa en el fondo. Todo esto de Miami le había trastocado al principio, siempre se emocionaba mucho cuando hacía cosas así. La diferencia en todo esto era que esta vez había una persona nueva en su vida, y era Logan. Él hacía que todo tuviera más aliciente. Dio tres toques contra la puerta con su puño, esperando a que le abriese rápido, cruzando las piernas.