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what if mates — human ones — in the twilight universe had no smell to other vampires? like absolute law a fated mate will not be in danger from other vampires
please please please give me more domestic avengers tower loki
You think that you and Loki are dating. Maybe. Probably.
Two months ago, Loki waltzed up to you in the common room kitchen and instructed you—instructed being the apt word, because his snotty tone implied that there was absolutely no arguing—that you would be going to the theatre that evening.
“What should I wear?”
“Something nice.” His eyes had practically shredded your clothes, raking over your body with a devil’s intent. “Send me pictures. So we can match.”
He never called it a date, though. He just took you places. And held your hand. And offered you his coat, even when you insisted that you already had one, which he took from you with a rolled eye and held under his arm instead so that you had no choice but to wear his. In public.
So you had to be dating… right?
You’re lost in a daydream when a hand slides over the small of your back. You startle, spinning around to confront your assailant with enough force to scatter the onions you’re chopping in perfect semi-circle. Bewildered (and a little condescending), Loki blinks down at the shards of root vegetable scattered across his socks. “Did I scare you?”
You sigh, leaning your forehead on his shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, give me a second.”
His hand rises absentmindedly to rub your arm, soothing up and down your bicep until your heartbeat slows. “It’s only me, dove.”
“You were scary, once.”
“Hmph! I'm still scary.” The onions disapparate with a wave of his hand and a little sizzling sound. “What are you making?”
“Soup.” He smells good. You press your nose against the slip of skin between his shirt collar and his throat, trying not to be too obvious about how you’re drinking in his cologne. “Everyone’s leaving for that peace conference in New Zealand tomorrow, so I thought we could do a big dinner before they go. Wanda’s coming to work on the main course in a bit but this needs to sit in the Crock-Pot for a few hours.”
“You were planning on cutting a hundred onions by hand?”
“Help me?”
Loki's devious fingers trail along the side seam of your t-shirt. “For a price.”
“What price?”
He peels you off his shoulder, just far enough to look at you, and you can tell by the way his skin crinkles around his eyes that he’s aware of your secret snuffling. He doesn’t call you out on it, though; only rakes his gaze over you and smiles. “I haven’t decided yet.”
“That’s not fair. I can’t agree to something I don’t know the stakes of.”
“You’ll have to, if you want my help.”
“I could just refuse and work alone.”
“Oh, but then I’ll grow so horribly bored that I will have no choice but to act out. And who knows what I’ll do.” His hands creep under your hem, admiring the give of your skin when he paws at it. “I can promise you that we won’t be finished in time for dinner.”
“Fine.”
You put him to work chopping vegetables while you start on the roux. He’s only half-hearted in his efforts though, more concerned with staring at the side of your face. He loves to study you. Sometimes you catch him trying to pace his breathing to match yours, late at night; or you’ll spot his cheek twitching to mimic your smile whenever you laugh. He’s picked up certain mortal turns of phrase, only to use them incorrectly in the hopes that you’ll lecture him.
Your eyes connect for a heartbeat, and the clock display on the oven is wiped clean by Loki’s seidr.
“Are we dating?” You only half-mean to say it; it was more a fleeting thought than a real concern, but the silence that had settled over the two of you was begging to be broken. The rhythmic chopping sound ceases, and you internally wince without looking back at him.
“Have I not been taking you on dates?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But, what?”
“Are we… dating dating?”
“Speak earnestly, sphynx. I don’t have time for riddles.”
“Is this just for fun? Or is it for serious?”
Loki Laufeyson is holding a knife. A year ago, the Avengers wouldn't have let him within ten feet of anything with a decently sharpened edge, and now he blinks his pretty eyes back at you—covered in onion skin and scraps of carrot—like you’re a particularly unreasonable puzzle that he is remiss to solve. “‘For serious’?”
“Like, together. Boyfriend-girlfriend.”
“Am I not sufficiently domesticated?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then why are you asking me such asinine questions?”
“You know what? Nevermind. I get it.”
“Sphynx. Faerie. Look at me.” He turns you around by your waist, holding you in place so he can shoot you an irate-but-loving glare. “Stop speaking in riddles and tell me plainly: do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Well, then that answers everything, because I love you, too.”
“Oh.”
His mouth curls with a certain rose-coloured cruelty. Loki leans in just near enough that his mouth ghosts over yours, but his hands hold you firm, thumbs digging a warning into your hips when you try to cross the rest of the distance. “You’re so verbose. Oh.”
“Stop making fun of me.”
His lips slide to the curve of your jaw. “I’m afraid that is an impossible request, darling. Now, can you get these into your pot-of-crock? I have a very short fuse left before I must ravish you and it burns hotter every second.”
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
hi! hope you're doing well, for the valentine's special can i request a drabble for isaac lahey with the prompt: "Be mine? I mean, you are. But I like it when you say it."? please and thank youuu🫶🏻🫶🏻
💕valentine's day drabble special💕
"Say it..." Isaac purred against your neck.
You giggled, pushing him away only a little, whining a no but not really meaning it.
"Please. Say it-" He asked again, his canines growing, nipping at your skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to make you shiver and gasp with each touch. "I'm begging here." He whined and you shook your head again.
The sunlight was filtering through the curtains and his arms were wrapped around you like a vice. He had no intention of letting you start the day unless you said what he wanted to hear.
"Noooo-" You laughed again. "You already know it. I have the stupid marks, handprints and bites to prove it."
It was true too. Isaac Lahey was a biter and a scratcher. Every chance he got, he left a little reminder that you were his. Only his. The only thing in this stupid world that was just his.
"Please. Please, sweetheart. Just say it." His lips trailed softly along your jawline. "Be mine."
"I already am-" You giggle, your fingers treading through his messed-up curls.
"I know you are but I like it when you say it." He whined like a kicked puppy.
You pouted, pretending to think about it. "What do I get if I say it?"
"Anything. Everything." He sighed, his tongue licking at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, over the bite that had bonded you to him. "I'll do whatever you ask. Please."
You knew you'd never ask for much. What could you? You had most of everything you could ever want. So, you teased him more. Humming and thinking as if actually pondering your decision. It just made him even more of a needy mess.
"Please." He was begging now and god how you loved it.
"Okay-" You whispered, kissing at his temple. "I'm yours."
"Again. Please. Say it again." He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
"I'm yours." You said again and his eyes flashed yellow for a moment as he buried his face into your neck again.
"Wake me up every morning with that." Isaac sighed softly, kissing and licking at your bond mark, savouring the taste of you, and making sure that you smelled like him and him alone.
Okay so idk if you’ll do it but I really want thiam (Liam and Theo) x reader and like they are being possessive or something but like not in a cringy way like domestic dominance I guess and it’s in like a public setting and some guy tries to flirt or something like that
You can do whatever you want with this and as always you don’t have to write this at all!
oh i absolutely will do this.
contains: quiet/domestic possessiveness, protective behavior, public setting (school), implied established relationship
thiam x fem!reader, theo raeken x fem!reader, liam dunbar x fem!reader
you don’t notice the guy at first. you’re just trying to grab a soda from the vending machine outside the school gym - final bell’s long gone, the hallway half-lit, echoing with the sound of sneakers and distant laughter. lacrosse practice must’ve just let out.
you’re fishing change from your bag when someone steps up beside you.
“you’re in my chem class, right?”
you glance up. he’s leaning against the wall like he thinks he’s smooth. “didn’t think you’d be here this late.”
you offer a tight smile, polite but detached. “just waiting.”
he doesn’t get the hint. “your boyfriend gonna be mad if i talk to you?”
your mouth opens to reply, but then you feel it - them.
liam appears first, dropping his duffel beside your feet, eyes calm but unreadable as he steps between you and the guy, casually hitting the vending machine button for you. “hey, babe,” he says without looking at the other kid. “you want the orange or the grape?”
“orange,” you murmur.
then theo’s there too, slower and quieter, leaning against the opposite wall. eyes sharp. arms crossed. but he doesn’t say anything at first - he doesn’t need to.
the guy gets the message almost immediately.
“didn’t realize you were- uh. i’ll see you in class,” he mutters, backing off.
liam hands you your drink, lips brushing your temple. “you alright?”
you nod. “he was just talking.”
“sure he was,” theo says flatly, finally pushing off the wall. he looks at you, not the guy, and adds, “next time just text us. we’re not far.”
“i knew you’d find me,” you say.
and it’s true. you don’t need them to yell or threaten or throw a punch - they’ve never needed that to make their point. they just show up. every time. without fail.
and when you walk out of the school between them, theo’s hand brushing yours and liam’s arm looped lazily around your shoulders, no one tries anything again.
oh please can you write something with ace jimmy olsen 🙏 maybe something where he and reader are both ace and reader helps jimmy realise he is, or one where he’s worried about not being enough only for the reader to also be ace 💜
Relationship(s): asexual!Jimmy Olsen x gn!asexual!reader (romantic)
Summary: You and Jimmy have been on a few dates now. He decides it's time to tell you something important. Based on past experiences, he's afraid that it's a dealbreaker.
Warnings: Referenced acephobia; internalised acephobia; ace-related dating struggles; food/eating. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 1.2k
(A/N: As I've mentioned in a previous post, I love the interpretation of Jimmy being on the ace spectrum. He's what I like to call a 'Jessica Rabbit asexual', in that he is canonically very attractive to other people, but that sexuality is imposed upon him more than it's something he experiences for himself. It's one of my favourite ace character types. Also, this isn't me saying that you have to interpret Jimmy as being ace or that I think that he is or should be canonically ace. But, as an ace person, I think it's a neat way to think about his character. And, on that note, I have to add the disclaimer that this is very much from my own experiences and feelings around my own asexuality. Apologies if you're an ace reader and you don't like my portrayal of asexuality. I do admit, the few ace!reader fics I've written are centred around insecurity and/or coming out, so apologies if you're tired of that kind of fic. Of course, if you have any requests, ace-based, Jimmy-based or not, my inbox is always open!)
Jimmy couldn’t help but think something was wrong with him. He attracted women so effortlessly – an everyday superpower that most men would give a whole arm for. And, as sweet and pretty as most of these women were, he couldn’t bring himself to do what he was expected to do with their attention. Whether they knew it or not, he tried so hard to make it work, but ultimately he couldn’t. Some of them were patient and understanding. Some of them thought he’d messed around with their feelings. If he wasn’t so confused and so in his own head about what the hell was the matter with him, he might have felt even guiltier about it.
Was he even attracted to women? The question had popped up in his mind a few times. Maybe if he got propositioned by someone who wasn’t a woman, that would be that. He’d be fully into it. He’d just be one of those gay dudes who women couldn’t help but fall for. But, he wasn’t gay, either. That's not to say he was straight. When he thought about it, he liked the idea of dating anyone, no matter what their gender was. His problem – the thing he couldn’t get over – was the whole thing of him not being all too eager about sex, contrary to what people might assume given his strange magnetism.
Sex was this vital aspect of relationships – Jimmy knew that. And, he knew, if he didn’t feel sexual attraction to anyone, and if sex wasn’t part of any ideal future relationship he might have, it’d be a dealbreaker for a lot of people. It had been. So, to stick himself with a label that could potentially doom him and his prospects at finding a relationship… well, as much as the label resonated with him, and as much comfort as he found in knowing that he wasn’t alone, he was a little scared, truth be told.
This worry loomed over him as he started to fall for you. It was why he held off on asking you out, because it seemed unfair to be the one to initiate anything with you if he knew full well that he wouldn’t be able to give you what all of his past partners had wanted. But, as always, he only had to wait for you to ask him. You were so nervous that he’d have felt cruel turning you down – not to mention, of course, he really did want to go out with you. And, so he did. He was so charmed by you that, after a few dates, he almost— almost— forgot about the issue of sex. But, the more he felt himself falling for you, the guiltier he felt. There wasn’t any reason for him to feel guilty, of course.
Regardless, that guilt is why he found himself sitting across from you at a quaint little diner – his suggestion, his treat. As he’d hoped, it was pretty much deserted, besides a group of four teenagers sitting on the opposite side of the diner and the two waitresses who were busying themselves by cleaning tables. The pair of you sat in silence as you ate. It would have been comfortable if Jimmy wasn’t agonising over the idea of telling you about the thing that had ended so many promising relationships. Even though he was close to full, he wished he had another burger or another serving of fries to keep his mouth out of action. But, he knew that it’d be better for the both of you if he just got this over with. Delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.
“So, uh—” He cleared his throat. “I think I’d better tell you something before things get too serious.”
“Sure.” You covered your mouth as you spoke, the last bite of food still mushed up in your mouth. “Is everything okay?”
He scratched his eyebrow and let out a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah. No. I mean, I don’t know.”
You grabbed your napkin and scrubbed the corners of your mouth and your fingers, conscious of the fact that you didn’t want to have shit all over your face when Jimmy was talking about something serious.
“What’s up?”
“I… I don’t know how to explain it all that well. But, I, uh, I guess… people assume I’m, like, some ladies man and that I sleep around. Maybe you do too. But, actually, I’m not into… sex.”
You nodded.
“Okay.”
“I like you – I really like you,” he added, panic in his tone. “But, not in a way that involves sex… And… if that’s a dealbreaker for you, that’s okay. I just… I figured I should tell you now, before things go too far.”
As he awaited his fate, he looked anywhere but at you. Though, the second you spoke, his eyes darted straight to you.
“I don’t wanna put words in your mouth or make you label yourself or anything but… are you asexual?”
“Probably. Yeah.”
“What about aromantic?”
He shook his head.
“No. Just—just… asexual.”
You noticed his hesitation to use the word and you offered him a small, reassuring smile. He’d barely said the word aloud before – about himself, anyway. It’d cycled through his head plenty of times but it still scared him with how definitive it felt, no matter how accurate it was to his experience. Every time he’d tested it out, it filled him with nerves as much as it relieved him, in the way that only the truth could.
He knew there was nothing wrong with him or any other ace person. Not everyone agreed with that, and even those who were accepting of asexuality weren’t always open to dating ace people. The people he attracted tended to fall in that latter camp. At the very least, it was nice to be met with support even when it was, more often than not, the end of things, like with any incompatibility in a relationship. He couldn’t begrudge anyone for their needs in a relationship, in the same way he hoped they didn’t begrudge him for his, but he couldn’t deny that it hurt.
“Well,” you said. “I don’t want to take away from your moment or anything, but this is probably a good time to tell you that I’m asexual.”
Jimmy stared at you for a moment before replying.
“You’re asexual?”
“Yep.”
“So…”
“So, you don’t have to worry about sex with me, okay? The feeling’s mutual. No offence. Your charms only work so much on me.”
At that, Jimmy let out a much needed laugh. His posture relaxed as all that built-up tension left his body. A wobbly smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Tears brimmed his eyes. You reached across the table and grabbed his hand; you knew exactly how he felt, having been in his position plenty of times. It broke your heart that he’d been so nervous, no doubt from rejection after rejection. It wasn’t all doom and gloom for ace people, of course – this moment was evidence of that – but it sure felt like that sometimes. You’d be lying if you denied getting a little choked up as well.
poly stu nd billy fluff — emo boy begrudgingly gets smothered w luv nd affection
hands are on his hips as he comes to conciousness. it was supposed to be a small nap — like a kitten would have, stu teased. nothing more than thirty minutes at most.
but, the room feels colder. the sun has gone down, and the movie he was watching has been changed twice. with a groan, billy stretches lightly, his arms coming to wind around your waist. he grunts, "hey."
"good morning, sunshine," stu grins behind him. billy huffs again, hiding a smile when stu pulls him closer. "feeling better?"
"a little." his headache is gone, at least. but, the position he's in is too nice to leave — stu's arms and your embrace are too comforting, warm. billy glances down at you, "starin', angel?"
you shrug, scooting so you're eye to eye with him. "my boyfriend is really pretty." your eyes bounce to stu's, "and my other boyfriend is super handsome. can't help it."
stu giggles, hiding his pinkened cheeks in billy's back. "you flatter me, doll."
billy lets out a sleepy hum, his hand sneaking under your shirt to trace shapes on your back. "sweet thing."
your own hands trail up his chest, caressing his throat before you plant them on his cheeks. billy's eyes are already half-lidded as he does his best to stare you down. before he can speak, you plant your lips on his gently.
letting out a sigh, billy's blunt, bitten fingernails trace his and stu's name between your shoulder blades. stu lets out a little squeal of excitement, sloppy kisses placing themselves on billy's neck. the feeling makes him move his head back a little, granting stu more access. you follow his lips, knees digging into his hips. stu gives your thigh a squeeze before his hands trail up, sliding between your and billy's chests.
a whine hangs heavy in the air as you take billy's breath as your own. stu lets out a chuckle at that, the grin he holds stamping itself onto billy's neck as he gives your stomach a loving pinch.
languidly, the brunette pulls away. you try to chase his lips, disgruntled at being separated. billy grins at this, the snort he lets out stealing stu's attention. a thumb swipes at your bottom lip, taking all of the spit and chapstick remants away. billy raises an eyebrow, "jus' woke up, angel. what's the occassion?"
you shrug again, lips forming into a pout — stu leans over billy uncomfortably to kiss it away. "want to kiss you, is all."
stu rolls ontop of you both now, completely sprawled out. "kiss away!"' he makes obnoxious faces, actually landing a few smooches on you both. you can't help the grin you hold, especially after seeing it mirrored on billy's mouth, no matter how small.
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me : its halloween! spooks only
also my brain : billy sandwhich billy sandwhich billy sandwhich
