#it'd be very spicy...

[mrsoharaa]

me currently thinking about a steamy, intense cnc 3 way with Miguel and his Villain counterpart/variant.....

[robinsnest2111]

the big dipper holding the nefarious tea-adjacent lemon ginger concoction 👀

[taylorsabrina]

sabrina carpenter hot ones WHEN????

[fltner]

Tim gets so used to making up cover stories under pressure that it becomes his first instinct when questioned about anything that stresses him out, completely autopilot.

—

Tim sighed. “Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning: my name is Alvin Draper, I lived in the Narrows with my grandma — until I was ten, that is. A rogue attack went wrong, and she was killed in the crossfire; it hadn't even been intentional, just collateral damage, couldn't pin a revenge scheme onto it if you'd tried, and trust me, I did.” He spat, bitterly.

“Placing the blame on Batman for not coming to rescue her hadn’t felt right, and seeking revenge against Two Face made me feel wrong. The blame game was cut short however, because I was soon starving. Long story short, I decided it'd lessen the internal turmoil if I robbed the. . . more fortunate, up in Bristol, leading me to Drake manor.” He let out a breath. 

“Arguably lucky for little Alvin Draper: the young Drake heir, tiny eight year old Timmy, had succumbed to illness and passed away during the very same week. Jack and Janet hadn't been concerned about more than the question of who'll pass on their legacy and family standing within the public eye. Their eyes landed on the black haired, blue eyed intruder, sharing a similar build and height to their late son, and decided the job was —

“Replacement, I asked why my spicy marinara sauce was missing.” Interrupted Jason abruptly, after the two minute mark had passed, looking somewhere between incredulous, confused, and done-with-this-shit.

Tim blinked for a second, as though remembering where he was. “Oh, sorry, reflexes.”

[laswells-ashtray]

If Johnny isn't wearing already shoes then he isn't leaving the house for food, this leads to him scrounging through the cupboards until he finds something that appeases his appetite. He's crafty that way.

That's how Simon walks into their living room to find Johnny with a plate and a mug resting on it, happily scranning away. Upon a decent amount if analysis [taking two steps forward so he can see what's inside the mug] he raises an eyebrow at his partner.

"Are you dipping bloody chicken tenders in soup?" If Simon's tone didn't make his judgement obvious then his face would, Johnny had to stop himself from pointing out how the other man scrunched his nose when he was being judgmental.

"Aye, it's spicy chicken tenders nd wan ae those wee cup-a-soup things. It's roast chicken nd it's fuckin mint." He proclaims proudly. He'd ben watching too much Gordon Ramsay shit on the telly and it had left him hankering to raid the cupboards.

"Why is your soup thick enough to dance on?" Thick like Simon's fucking arse maybe, actually he couldn't get away with saying that to the other man. He'd get a skelp oor the lug for that one.

"Used less water so it'd be thick, it's fuckin gid."

Simon very clearly disagrees, shaking his head as takes another step closer.

Then the built-like-a-brick-shithouse walloper has the audacity to try and pinch one of his chicken tenders.

"Hawl, nae thievin. Put it doon, and get tae fuck."

"Arsehole." And maybe he's hearing things but to Johnny, it sounds unbelievably fond.

And if the next time Johnny is out Simon tries the combination and it is actually as good as the Scot said, then he'll never tell him because God, if Johnny wouldn't hold that over his head.

[sirxlla]

Hii can I request -Accidentally saying I Love You during sex with Evan Buckley

In The Moment

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Warnings: Spicy, Fluff

Prompt: above ^^^^^^

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Your headboard slammed against the bedroom wall, and on your knees, your knuckles turned white as you held onto the wood for dear life.

Evan held onto your hips and rutted his hips against yours, panting into your ear, a hand on your hip and the other beside yours on the headboard. You're screaming out his name and praising the very molecules that make him up.

"Yes! God- Fuckin- Hell- I love you!" You blurted out before you thought exactly of what you were saying, he was just making you feel so good you were just saying whatever came to mind. Evan's hips slowed as he heard those words from your lips; he smiled and then spoke.

"I love you too." He smiles and kisses your cheek before he continues his movement behind you but much slower, it's much more meaningful and passionate than lustful and fast. Evan makes sure to please the both of you completely.

He slows as the both of you climax, rubbing your hip with one hand and your arm with the other as the both of you come down slowly.

Evan slowly slips out of you, keeping his hands on your hips to keep you steady. He kisses your shoulder gently as he moves off the bed to grab a warm, wet cloth to wipe you clean.

He gently helps you onto the chair near his bed and gets you some ibuprofen and water; Evan knows how hard that position can be on someone's back.

Your brain begins to overthink, and you start to worry that maybe saying I love you wasn't the greatest decision. Evan notices the tension and worry in body, he's always been good at noticing the small details.

He strips the bed as he thinks of how you told him that you love him, a smile filling his face.

"I've never been so happy to hear someone say that." He glances over at you as he remakes the bed. His words cause you to relax and his smile causes one to fill your face. That smile kills you, it's infectious and otherworldly. After making the bed he gets you clothes and helps you into them.

Evan grabs you and picks you up easily like a princess in a bedtime story to set you back on the freshly remade bed.

"Ev, I can do it myself. You don't have to-"

"No, you're right. I don't have to...but I want to. Plus that wasnt an easy position I had you in, I know how bad your back hurts sometimes and I really wanna do this together. Be together, you know? Not just- this." He gestures between you two.

"I wanna be a couple, go on dates, and all that shit. I thought I couldn't do like a relationship, like- I know I was the one that asked for friends with benefits, but I really hope that's not what you want now 'cause I don't."

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and brought your hand up to gently caress his scar before nodding.

"Yeah, I wanna do this. I wanna have us be together. I have kinda always really liked always and didn't wanna push you into anything you weren't ready for; I know your ex was an asshole, and when you asked, I guess I thought maybe it'd be the best way to help you; I don't know, It was stupid but...I do wanna do this, you know? Us."

He nods his head and pulls you into a warm bear hug. Evan hides his face in your hair, rubbing your back gently to try to soothe any possible remaining soreness. Evan was ready to be with someone now, but only if that person was you.

-> Masterlist

-> Send me prompts if you'd like

[starfxkrinc]

ode to eaters - devoured

for those who don't know, ode to eaters is my bones and all au set in the 80s following eater!reader and human!jj as they traverse the south to escape rafe cameron. i haven't touched her in a while despite this au being very dear to me. dedicated to it's #1 fan @nemesyaaa

no matter how far you got, rafe was close behind. you could smell him--that tinny metallic smell of sweat and cocaine. you could scrub your skin raw, bury your face in jj's clothes, huff gasoline until you were dizzy. it was still there, drifting in the wind.

he was close, of course he was. rafe would stop at nothing to bring you back and reduce you to that half feral animal you were when jj found you. so you had to keep moving, the carolinas were far behind you, now you were somewhere in shreveport finding your way deeper in the bayous until you were alone.

somewhat. the old shack you and jj found was too alive. despite it's abandoned appearance the food was fresh, cabinets dusted. someone was living here.

"what other choice we got? need a few days for me to work on the truck, ain't no point in jacking a new one, not right now. it's too hot." that's how jj justified himself, and you couldn't argue. plus you were exhausted, so was he. the craters under his eyes were so black they were purple, and it gave his blue eyes a haunted look.

you wonder if that's how you look to him.

so you stayed, even though you were starving. and you began to pace over jj's sleeping form like a wild animal. too often he woke up to you on top of him, nosing at his pulse as you drooled. whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a liar. because the only way you could sate yourself these days was by sucking on his pulse point until it throbbed.

pretty soon you'd start gnawing at your own arm.

it'd never been this bad before, you used to be able to just be a person, but so many years alone has made you insatiable. being able to eat whenever, wherever spoiled you.

the worst of it came after two weeks of stagnation. jj can only work so fast by stealing parts, and deep in your gut you knew rafe was close.

and there was somebody else.

not an eater, like you and rafe. a veg.....only not. a veg who eats.

like jj.

and he stunk to high heavens. something rich and fatty, coated in damp soil. rafe has someone with him. and he's even closer.

when you told jj you could tell it freaked him out, he got antsy, started leaving for longer stretches of time even though you told him not to.

"you want us to get the fuck outta here? well i need to work, do somethin'. you just gotta trust i won't leave you."

every day you watched him walk out that door, and you tried not to let the smell of him get muddled up with everyone else. salt, weed, something warm and spicy tangled underneath.

as long as you could smell him you calmed, well enough to sleep through the day until he came back.

then you woke up and it was gone. your nose clogged up with that fatty-oily smell. someone was in the house.

someone was in the room.

you couldn't so much as scream before he was on you, drenched in sweat so bad his wifebeater clung to his tan skin, greasy dark hair curtaining his face. all you could see was the glint of a gold tooth.

"shit, i see why rafe's drug me across the mason-dixon lookin for you. you're a pretty thing aintcha?"

clawing and kicking you did your best to fight him off but he was too big. he dug his nails into your throat as he tied you up with one hand, and leaned in close "lucky i don't feel like steppin on no toes, baby boy's been real strict about finding his favorite toy."

his voice was muffled from the adrenaline coursing through you, but you knew that accent. it was the same one you heard from rooms away when rafe kept you barricaded in his sister's old room. it was similar to the one jj had--thick, sitting just in the back of his throat.

he was too close, your hands were tied. and you were so. fucking. hungry.

you latched onto his nose, feeling the cartilage crumble between your teeth as hot, tangy blood filled your mouth.

he screamed, "fuckin' bitch! fuck rafe, i'm getting my share now."

this was how you were gonna die. hogtied chewing on his nose like a pig's ear. you laughed, high and maniacal as he cut your shorts off. his blood poured into your open mouth as he choked your harder. jj was gonna find you, a bloody, fucked open mess. you laughed harder.

then it was back, that sea salty smell. and you saw him out the corner of your eye, jaw set and eyes crazed.

yeah, whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a massive liar.

because it only took a second, and the man on top of you didn't even see it coming when jj slammed the hunting knife into his neck. you were drenched in even more blood when he yanked it out, grabbing him by his ponytail onto the floor.

you sat up gasping, watching as the jj slammed the knife into him over and over until his head was barely hanging onto the rest of his body. he was so covered in blood his blonde hair was tinted red, and all you could see of his face were his eyes.

finally he stopped, panting and shaking as he turned to you and nodded towards the mutilated corpse under him.

"y'hungry?"

[choerrysjubiles]

Cognac and Spice

pairing: anton x fem!reader

warning: smut, 69, light fingering, cum eating, gentle? mouth fucking, protected sex, oh um I wrote almost too much describing his dick idk if thats a warning anyways

wc: 3.1k (every edit the word count keeps getting bigger ahhh)

a/n: kgma anton, this is for you 🫡 btw the perfume in question is Angel's Share! a very Hot Person perfume edit: part two >:)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The last quarter of the year was always the most stressful. For most people it was for holiday shopping, working holiday hours, making sure the holiday hires are working. It was a hard time: it was cold, people were more rude, the back to back holidays made people lose out on paychecks.

And something similar could be said for the workers at SM.

Their last quarter of the year was less about working or getting hires and more about kissing shareholders asses. Galas, parties, company meetings, SM was filled with any reason to get their shareholders and ambassadors to come over and get them to invest even more into the company.

Parties weren't something common in the day to day for y/n. Her life mainly consisted of deadlines and packing in as much vacation and PTO as she could schedule before the new year came and swiped them off of the table.

Regardless, she was expected to go to these parties. Even if it was just to make her boyfriend, a well respected employee of SM, look better for the companies invite list.

About two hours from the entrance party, y/n is already getting ready. Lotioned skin, washed hair, outfit picked out and dry cleaned. While she did not work for SM, she wasn't keen on making her date look bad on such an important night. He was a hard worker and even if his plus-one didn't matter to the guest list, it did to her.

Y/n was finishing out her skincare as she heard her front door open. Setting down her face cream and sebum powder, she felt herself smile as she heard the door lock and her boyfriend, Anton call out.

"I'm here!"

Anton was always so soft spoken even when he was talking loudly. His footsteps softly thumping down towards her bedroom where she sat faced towards him.

"I see you're already dolled up." He smiled, walking over to her.

He gave her a warm hug, kissing the top of her head as he looked over her vanity. Gazing at y/n even through the mirror.

"I'm not even dressed yet, I'm still in my robe." She laughed.

"Don't get too excited, we still have time." He leaned down to kiss her cheek, this time.

"Like two hours, plus traffic."

"Think closer to three."

He stayed hovering over her head, a light waft of perfume traveled to his nose. A spicy boozy smell. She'd never worn this before, Anton leaned a hair closer to her side to get a better smell.

"Three? You said it'd start at 7." Y/n pouted, at least she was only on her skincare and not actually caking her face with products.

Anton leaned in and kissed her on her cheekbone.

"I'm a liar." He smiled, looking down at her neck wondering where she sprayed her perfume.

Y/n sighed, feeling relieved that she didn't have to rush to get ready. She could calm her nerves better as they could relax together.

"Well since we have to much time," His hands grasped onto her shoulder to guide her up from her seat, "can you tell me what that smell is?"

His arms snaking between hers, wrapping around her waist as y/n led the two waddling over to her dresser. They walked over to her dresser, here she had a small box of her favorite jewelry and a small glass tray sat in front, hosting her favorite perfumes.

Some were name brands, some were niche houses, a few were travel sized bottles and rollerballs. She had a layout to it, the taller bottles to the back, trials and minis in the front, and the middle usually hosted her favorite perfumes.

She grabbed at a smaller bottle, one somewhere in the middle of the tray. It fit well in her hands, a small cylinder bottle that looked similar to a whiskey glass. The perfume had a warm amber color reminiscent of whiskey, a gold diamond along the front saying the perfume name and brand.

"Here." She lifted the lid to let Anton get a smell of the perfume.

The first smell coming from the bottle was cognac. A dizzying boozy smell that shocked his senses. It had a spice note to it, making Anton feel drunk and turned on. There was an almost sweet smell to it, as well. A gentle smell that lingers and whispers "come here."

"That's what that is." He said, leaning down to drop a wet kiss onto her neck.

Shifting to put the bottle back, y/n smiled at his sudden interest in her perfume collection before she felt something hard and familiar poke at her back.

"Anton, are you getting- are you getting horny over a perfume?"

"It's not just the perfume, it's also you."

He gently grabs her jaw guiding her into a deep kiss from him. Her hands can barely set the perfume back onto the tray before she turned and grabbed onto his waist, holding him close to her as he begins backing her into her bed.

Each step was dizzying, y/n wondered exactly how large her bedroom was when walking towards her bed felt like hours. Finally she felt her mattress hit her knees before she plopped down onto the plush duvet. Anton crawling on top to cage her under him.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Anton?"

"Are you trying to seduce me, y/n?" He said leaning down to continue kissing her.

Thumb touching her chin asking for permission. Y/n let out a groan as her mouth opens, letting his tongue explore her. Tongue taking a slow lick across her own, getting a taste of her before continuing their kiss.

Her hands went straight to his waist before rubbing along his back and shoulders. The closer he crawled up in their kisses she felt her hands drift down to his hips.

His back arched lightly as one of his hands moved from beside y/n to her shoulder, thumb rubbing circles along her collarbone and neck. He craned down to kiss and nip along her jaw and neck.

"Can I take your robe off?" His voice is slightly hoarse, talking lowly right into y/n's ear.

His thumb played with the neckline of her robe, seeing how much of her collarbones and chest could be revealed.

"Not yet."

"Not yet?" He whined.

"Not while you're still in your suit." She said as she pulled his suit jacket down his back.

Their lips reconnected as they sat up, Y/n moving into his lap as she pulled at his tie. Legs folding on either side of his thighs, sat in his lap, as her arms held onto his shoulders. Anton's hands left her body to unbutton his dress shirt.

"Too many damn buttons." He mumbled, fumbling with them.

"Then rip it." She leaned in kissing the corner of his swollen lips.

The next thing y/n heard were the popping of buttons as they fell onto the bed and floor. She helped his slide his dress shirt off before sliding back onto the bed.

Anton climbed back up the bed, getting closer to y/n.

"Can I take your robe off now?" He asked, face leaned into the side of her neck, searching for that cognac smell again.

"Yes, please." Y/n smiled.

His hands stretched out to her waist, slowly slipping the knot in the tie out of place before sliding one hand up to push off her robe slowly down her shoulder. Letting the garment fall onto the floor.

Looking down his eyed widened at the sight of her red lingerie set. Her legs were slyly covering her core as she leaned on one shoulder, a seductive pose that made Anton's pant feel tighter by the second.

"You try to kill me everyday, don't you." He said, crawling up leaning in to kiss and bite at her collarbone.

Y/n erupted in laughter, hand moving to lace her fingers in his hair, pulling him away to look at him.

"This was supposed to be for after the party. You're the one trying to spoil yourself and kill me."

Anton leaned back in to kiss down y/n's body, teasing her breasts with a pinch on one nipple and a lick onto the top of her breast. Unclasping her bra, he leaned in to suck onto her breast. Feeling her breathing hitch as she arched her back, her flesh perfectly pushing deeper into his mouth.

Switching to her other breast, he grazed his teeth lightly across her skin and nipple, feeling her legs close in before he spread them to lay along the bed.

He continued his way down, kissing and nipping at her soft skin before he made his way to her hips. Y/n grabbing onto his shoulder to stop him.

"This shouldn't be just about me, it's a big day for you, y'know."

Anton smirked at her, "If you wanted to suck me off you can just ask for that."

She playfully swatted at his arm, "Lay down."

Anton rolled over on her bed, y/n turning to face his lower half and swinging a leg over his shoulders to hover over his face. Anton's hands began rubbing her ass and hips as she hovered on top of him, her clothed core dripping with arousal.

"I didn't know you were this bad off." Anton teased, thumb rubbing the soaked panties above him.

Y/n gasped at the bold contact, facing away from Anton gave her a sense of faux composure.

"Just like I didn't know you were this hard." Y/n replied, rubbing his bulge earning a tense squeeze on her hips.

She slowly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers before pushing his pants down his thighs. His hands stayed on her hips as she moved down his body, the farther her core was from Anton the stronger his grip got.

Y/n moved his boxers down as his dick bounced out from the confining underwear.

"Fuck." She muttered to herself.

Anton winced at the cold air. He was desperately hard, precum dripping down his shaft as Y/n began slowly pumping him, mouth salivating at the sight of his dick. Anton shimmied his pants down.

Every time y/n saw his dick it was like the first time. His nervous mutters about wanting to prep her, wanting to really stretch her out. She had no idea he was a giant before their first time, thinking he was either long or thick, not both.

"Can I tear these?" He asked, hands rubbing along y/n's ass and towards her pussy.

Her mind went back to reality, feeling his warm hands play with the hem of her panties.

"Not again, I've lost so many pairs because of you."

"Okay." Anton laid defeated, pushing the cloth down her thighs before Y/n lifted a leg to pull them off.

Anton lifted his torso up to take a lick at her core. Y/n moaned loudly in surprise.

"Anton." She whined as he pulled her hips down onto his mouth, connected himself to her core as he flicked and sucked onto her clit.

Holding in her moans, Y/n leaned down to suck on his head, her grip a little tighter as she twisted her wrist to jerk him, slowly filling him into her mouth. Relaxing her jaw, she was able to slowly suck down onto him, tongue flat against his length.

His moans washed right into her, tongue pushing on her clit as it vibrated sending shocks all throughout her legs. Anton's strong grip on her bottom kept her right where he wanted her. Anton sporadically switching from slow broad licks to fast slurping as he ate y/n out.

Her mouth continued going up and down, moans vibrating onto him as she felt her orgasm come closer and closer. Dragging her lips up and down his length as her saliva dripped down, her lips made a 'pop' sound as she detached from him. Her hot breath panted onto his head as she felt arousal cloud her mind. Going back down, her mind blanked at she felt him hit the back of her throat.

Anton maneuvered one hand to slip a finger inside her, feeling her soaked walls spasm around him. Thrusting in and out he could feel she was getting close. She always felt like this when she was going to cum. His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned up to lick as her clit as he pumped his finger in and out of her.

Y/n continued her actions, both elbows holding her up as her hands twisted and pumped along the base of Anton's dick. Her tongue prodded his tip as she wrapped her lips around him to suck on his head. A trail of saliva and cum connected her mouth to his dick as she laid a kiss onto his red tip, tongue poking out to swirl around him.

Adding another finger, Anton sucked hard onto her clit, tongue flicking over and over as he he felt her moan around his cock signaling her orgasm. Y/n's grip became incredibly tight as she froze in place moaning around his head.

While her arm was growing tired, she kept a tight grip on Anton as she pumped from his base to the middle of his dick.

Pulling his fingers out, Anton lapped and drank the cum dripping out of y/n. Mouth wet and glistening as he felt her slowly suck down, trying her best to get him down her throat.

He hated cumming before y/n, always thankful he's far more focused on her than himself to cum. Slurping up the last bits of her orgasm, Anton felt a strong sense of pride.

Tapping her back, he said "Let's change positions."

Anton moved onto his knees as y/n faced him, leaning down on her side and into his pelvis, her mouth latched onto his head as he gently thrusted in and out of her mouth.

Anton's face was flushed as he looked down at y/n. Her eyes were clouded with desire, her mouth hung open perfectly as he held her head in place. One of y/n's hands wrapped around his length as the other held onto his hip bone for support.

Between y/n bobbing her head along his shaft, tongue occasionally flicking and pushing against his tip. Anton continued thrusting into her mouth, feeling his climax coming soon.

"Breathe."

Y/n took a deep breath before Anton pushed as far as he could into her mouth, tapping only a bit into her throat as he felt his cock twitch and empty down her throat. His hips shook as he felt her moan around him, his tip felt even more sensitive as he came.

His eyes screwed shut as he let out a low groan, shocks of overstimulation washed over him as y/n continued bobbing and pumping him. Carefully pulling out of her mouth, Anton sat down against the mattress, trying to steady his breathing. Catching her breath, Y/n asked what time it was.

"About 5:30."

"We should get ready." She thought aloud.

"Or we could go another round." Anton said before laying a kiss on y/n's mouth, tasting the salty cum she just swallowed.

She could feel the slick around his mouth stick to her cheeks and lips. Moaning against his lips,

"I could go another round."

Anton helped move her onto her back as he leaned over into her nightstand to grab the box of condoms. Ripping one open and rolling it on, Anton positioned himself between y/n's legs.

"You good?"

"As always."

He slowly pushed into her, y/n let out a shaky moan, trying her best to not tense up as she felt herself get stretched out. Anton's girth was like nothing she'd felt, no hands or toy could prep her for sex with her boyfriend.

Getting to the middle section of his dick made y/n grasp onto her sheets, as if he wasn't huge enough the middle and base of his cock felt far thicker than his head. Anton had the type of dick you'd find on a porn star, not your average office manager.

Bottoming out, Anton stayed still waiting for her to give him permission. He was always nervous about putting his dick in her. Looking down, he saw just how stretched out she was. Looking up at y/n's face, she was already getting drunk on his cock.

Nodding her head Anton began pulling out before pushing back in. The hand he held on her hip moved a little closer inwards, his thumb brushing against her clit as he felt her tighten and gasp. Eyebrows furrowed as her head fell back onto the pillow.

"Are you feeling good?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her flushed cheek.

"So good." She choked out, laying her free arm along his shoulder blade, trying to not get lost in the feeling of being split open.

"You feel so good around me." Anton held her face staring into her glazed eyes as he began speeding up, a melodic wet slap filled the air.

Anton grabbed onto her right calf lifting it over his shoulder, pushing deeper into her core.

"Fuck!" Y/n moaned.

Anton moved his other hand onto her hip as he continued plowing into her core, every thrust growing stronger.

"Can you rub- ahh."

Anton stretched his thumb across to stimulate her clit, feeling her clench more around him as he continued thrusting.

"Mmmh right there, ah!"

Every noise y/n made he went faster, feeling his hips move on their own as he fucked her stupid. Her hand gripped the sheets even tighter as her other hand scratched harder onto his shoulder blade.

Rubbing her clit one more time, Anton felt her walls clamp around him. A loud, shaky moan escaped y/n as she felt her pussy contract around him. Feeling the intense grip she had, Anton unconsciously continued thrusting, chasing his high.

Feeling himself cum, y/n's hand went from his shoulder to his dick squeezing and jerking it as he slowly pulled out of her. Anton's mouth hung open in a low moan as she squeezed his load into the condom.

"You're killing me." He said, head falling into her shoulder.

Rolling beside y/n, he tied off the condom before throwing it in her trash bin.

"Maybe we should start getting ready." Anton said before laughing as he heard y/n groan.

[minjoongism]

so ateez released some multi-use fragrance oils exclusively to japan recently, each one customised for each individual member. although i can't get my hands on them just yet, i do have access to their scent profiles, so for anyone else who's desperately curious about what they might smell like, i've attempted to describe them all below!

fragrance terms for reference:

top notes: the initial scents smelled on application - usually the lightest/sharpest scents used (e.g. citrus or super powdery/light floral scents);

middle notes: the scents that appear once the top notes have faded - generally considered the central core or heart of a fragrance. they're usually fuller/smoother than top notes (e.g. cinnamon/spices or fuller floral scents like jasmine);

base notes: the scents that form the foundational structure of a fragrance, underpinning the top and middle notes and generally being the most long-lived scents that linger after application (usually woody scents, or musks);

accords: blends of notes that form the character profile of a perfume (e.g. woody or floral). they're the text in coloured bubbles in the images below the cut.

some general impressions:

yeosang & wooyoung seem to have the most overtly masculine-smelling oils.

seonghwa & san seem to have the most traditionally feminine-smelling oils.

hongjoong, yunho, mingi, and jongho all seem to have relatively gender-neutral scents. yunho's might lean the most masculine of the four, but all four are fairly ubiquitously pleasing.

all of them are Very Fitting imo!! whoever put these scent profiles together did a really good job of capturing the essence of each of the guys.

individual oils are under the cut because there are 8 of them:

hongjoong:

hongjoong's oil's scent profile sounds to me like it'd smell like the air after warm spring rain, a fresh forest, and home. the top notes mix orange-citrus with herby scents to create a fresh initial scent. i don't know if this is the case for everyone, but for me, if mint is a top note, it immediately becomes the most dominant scent in the whole thing (with a few small exceptions).

hongjoong's whole scent is pretty light! i mention a lot of headiness in a lot of the others, but for the most part, hongjoong lacks it. jasmine, magnolia, and amber provide the brunt of any robustness in this oil, but white musk is a cleaner, lighter alternative to musk, lacking that deep, animalic base and instead being something softer and more powdery. olibanum is somewhat lemony, while still being green and herby in scent, with a touch of pepperiness and woodiness that blends nicely into the sandalwood, which has a light, green initial top note that then melts into something creamy, rich, and deep-woody.

tl;dr - largely minty/herby, with a citrusy undertone that melts into a nice, rich woodiness towards the end. comforting is definitely right here - it's relaxing, not particularly overpowering or overly intoxicating like some of the other oils :)

seonghwa:

as i said to @starseongs a few days ago, this scent profile gives sensual, in control femininity, which i absolutely LOVE for him, but it isn't delicate by any means - it's got the strength of a more masculine scent, with plenty of animalic notes from the top all the way to the base that are offset by sharper, fresher notes to prevent it from becoming too cloying.

orange blossom in the top note is already overwhelmingly complex - it's sweet, and heady, and a touch soapy at times. it's not too far apart from the scent of jasmine, if that's more familiar, to get an idea of the sort of animalic, almost musky sweetness of orange blossom. a cassis top note is also super interesting - it's shades of musk (again) and tonka, which is sort of a blend of vanilla and nutty almond, but mossier and less intense. lily is also pretty solid, but waxy and spicy, a little soapy like orange blossom with a hint of honey. it's very common in feminine scents, often a mid or incredibly strong top note.

in the mid notes, rose and blackberry add delicacy and bite respectively, offsetting the incredibly powerful, heady top notes. peony complements rose well, commonly featuring alongside it in perfumes. and the musk-amber-cedarwood base note combo... amber and musk is classic dark sensuality.

if i had to guess, the orange blossom-cassis-blackberry-rose combo probably makes this a pretty fruity, pink-red scent with a heady undertone provided by the powerful base notes (aka delicious <3)

yunho:

like i said in hongjoong's, if mint is a top note, it immediately becomes the most dominant scent in the whole thing - with a few exceptions. eucalyptus is one of those exceptions, and so is mandarin. eucalyptus has a herby, waxy, lemony sort of smell to it to me, and this, combined with the mandarin orange, contributes a very citrusy top note. mandarin orange is usually particularly potent, so i wouldn't be surprised if this was very heavily orangey at first smell.

ylang-ylang is another heady, sweet, almost custard-like, honeyed smell that pairs well with the lemony green of geranium, which in turn has a floral aside that blends nicely with lavender. rosemary is a note that tends to add depth to perfumes and scented oils due to its woody spiciness, cleaning up the syrup of ylang-ylang and reinforcing the tangy top notes.

anise is warm, smoky-sweet, and a touch liquorice-y. it pairs well with musk, which is another warm, very earthy, heavily animalic scent - masculine and strong, providing a strong and lingering foundation.

overall, this scent profile is veeeeery clean. professional. it has a light, herby, citrusy brightness that hides a spicy animal musk, fresh bite that gives way to a warm and heady animalism.

yeosang:

interestingly, other than wooyoung's, yeosang's is the most overtly masculine scent. thyme, cardamom, oakmoss, vetiver - these are all very masculine notes.

thyme, pink pepper, and cardamom create a warm, spicy, almost leathery (thanks to the thyme) top note. cypress pairs well with these, offering a freshness and elegance that complements the spiciness well.

the lavender and geranium middle notes complement one another well - they're typically associated with calm and soothing, but with a kick provided by the geranium, which is a blend of herb, citrus, and fruity floral. a lot of people see it as similar to rose in terms of scent, but with an extra lemony, herby twist that balances it out and masculinises it in comparison.

oakmoss is... well it's mossy. it's an earthy scent that carries notes of musk and amber, and acts well to both prolong and fix scents and also balance out spicier, sharper notes, lending itself to sophistication and refinement. this blends well with the lemony-green olibanum.

vetiver is another earthy, woody scent that is very popular in masculine perfumes / colognes and very associated with masculinity in scent, though it can show up in unisex scents to provide an extra robustness. the undertones of leather and smoke in vetiver are what separates it from other common woody/earthy scents and what also makes it go well with cedarwood, which has a hint of natural smokiness. think bikers and a hint of cigarettes for vetiver.

tl;dr: HEAVILY masculine, musky smell for yeosang, with touches of wood, spice, and smoke that give it an extra warmth and bite, and a greenness from the oakmoss that refines it and adds sophistication and freshness.

san:

the only vanilla accord!! very similar to seonghwa's in terms of accords, but swapping amber for vanilla sweetens and softens the overall profile.

SUPER fruity scent. pear, peach, and ambrette seed in the top notes all have super fruity scents, with ambrette seed also containing notes of pear in it. the top note profile is full and sweet, with an extra apricot-y woodiness from the ambrette seed. very yummy. rose and jasmine in the middle notes add to the sweetness further, with rose providing the same floral delicacy as in seonghwa's and jasmine adding a sort of heady sweetness similar to the orange blossom also in seonghwa's. cedarwood deepens the woodiness first scented in the ambrette seed, adding a warmth and a spice to deepen the profile.

cashmere wood is getting its own bullet point because :( it's one of my favourite notes in perfumes / scented oils. one of my favourite cashmere wood descriptions is one i saw a while ago that said it smells like warm, bronze, sunkissed skin in summer :( if that doesn't make you think of san i don't know what will!! it's often got touches of vanilla in it, which blends nicely into the vanilla and cacao in the base notes.

musk and amber provides much-needed solid sensuality to an otherwise incredibly sweet, fresh, fruit-heavy scent. overall, this is probably one of the strongest scents - romantic, fun, flirty, pink, sunny, and very lovely. sannie :( <3

mingi:

mingi's is pretty interesting. everyone else has either musk or a wood in their base notes, but mingi has neither. this scent overall is herby, a touch floral, a little lemony - warm in a green way, bright and fresh.

bergamot offers a scent of sweet orange with a touch of warm spice. cardamom will reinforce the warmth and spice, and complement the citrusy bergamot by balancing the sweet with a bit of extra zest… it lends itself to a hint of inviting intoxication. this one will smell suuuuuper nice imo. the clary sage might be the most solid animalistic scent in this profile, and even that’s offset by the sleepy sweet powder scent of lavender.

the geranium - as mentioned above in yeosang's, it's a blend of herb, citrus, and fruity floral - and powdery, light, clean white musk contribute to the airiness of this oil.

looking at the others’ oils, 5/8 of them have musk (not white musk (which hongjoong and mingi have), musk) as one of their base notes, and 7/8 of them have either musk or a wood in their base notes - mingi is the only one with neither! musk and woods usually provide that sort of robustness, depth, and warmth to a scent, and mingi's, lacking both, is probably very light, fresh, and airy in comparison to the others, focusing more on its mid and top notes to create the primary scent.

overall a really fresh, light scent - not heavy or robust in the way the others are. refreshing and soothing sounds really right :)

wooyoung:

cardamom, woods, musk, and amber all the way down make for a very solid, masculine scent. it's warm and incredibly woody, with a hint of spice through the top notes that offsets the headiness of the base notes.

the base notes are very heady. musk and amber show up in a few of the others' base notes too, and vetiver also shows up in yeosang's, so i've covered these already - vetiver in particular lends itself to a classically masculine scent. veeeeerrryyyy masculine base notes overall.

if i had to guess, considering the vetiver base note and the fact that sandalwood and cedarwood are mid notes and not base notes, this is probably a veeeeery woody-smelling oil. just natural, earthy, woody, masculine goodness <3

jongho:

lemon, bergamot, and lime top notes offer an immediate, sharp, citrusy goodness.

i'm not sure if orange flower is any different to orange blossom - it could be more akin to neroli, which is similar to orange blossom but less warm, and a touch bitterer. either way, jasmine, lilac, and leafy green notes offer a freshness and natural sweet, rather than something more artificial and sugary, that complements the citrusy top notes well - particularly lilac, which i've found often has an initial scent of citrus itself.

balsamic base notes... 😋 i'm not sure which one specifically this is referring to, or if it's a general mix, but balsamic scents are usually rich-sweet-tangy, with a woody, almost damp sort of smell to it. very thick, very heady, probably also very welcome after all that citrus at the top. it's still a predominantly citrusy oil overall, but the balsamic notes at the base offer a woody offset that tempers it just a little.

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Mirror, Mirror | One

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The thought of something more had never really crossed Wanda's mind when it came to you. Best friends for 10 years and there hasn't even been one instance of accidental sexual tension. You're her best friend, that's all—until someone points out that you obviously have a very specific type when it comes to dating.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

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It's strange how sometimes a single sentence can change someone's entire life. 

Wanda's thought about what sentences could change her life—usually, they're morbid and depressing.

'You have cancer.'

'Someone you love has died horrifically in an accident.'

'Your cat actually finds living with you miserable and would prefer the dangers of living in the streets.'

Never in a million years would Wanda ever think it'd be, 'Hey, have you ever noticed how your best friend exclusively only dates girls who look like you?'

And don't get Wanda wrong. It wasn't a morbid or depressing change; it was just...a change. An irrevocable change because now, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about it or noticing it. 

This was all Steve's fault. 

Because if someone like Stupid Steve could notice something like that, it had to mean something, right? But as Wanda remembers about the past girls you've hooked up with and brought around, she doesn't know what to make of it.

A part of Wanda wishes she had never talked to Steve that night at the bar. 

"Where's Vis?" Steve asked, looking around.

"With Tony playing pool, I think," Wanda shrugged. She doesn't particularly keep track of where her on-and-off boyfriend goes. She thinks they might be on an off-period right now, anyway. 

"And where's—oh, nevermind, there she is," Steve started to say but cut off when they both saw you across the bar talking with the bartender, flirting over drinks—which were probably free if Wanda could guess. 

Wanda's slightly annoyed because it's been a long week without seeing you, and Wanda's been used to seeing you almost every day for the past several years of her life. But you've been gone on a work trip this week for a wedding shoot and only came home just a little after lunch and needed an immediate long nap before tonight's get-together. 

That meant Wanda was sorely missing out on best-friend time, and now you were off flirting shamelessly with the hot bartender. Wanda's rooting for you, make no mistake. The bartender is definitely easy on the eyes, luscious hair, and lips—something Wanda knows you're weak for. 

Plus, Wanda's worried you're not anywhere near getting close to settling down. She wants you to be in a happy, fulfilling relationship. But she supposes she's in no position to talk herself. 

Wanda loves Vision without a doubt, but their relationship is definitely chaotic, and Vision keeps pushing for something more serious now that they've been dating (sporadically) for a long time. She's been considering it in her downtime and thinks it might make sense as the next step.

Best friends do everything together, right? So, maybe if Wanda decided to take the next step in a serious relationship, you'd find someone to commit to seriously as well. 

Then, both of you could get married at the same time. Then, they could buy a house in the same neighborhood right next to each other. There'd be endless double dates and vacations together. Wanda wouldn't have to miss you.

But first, Wanda needed to regain lost best-friend time, one-on-one style.  

"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Steve said, breaking Wanda's drifting thoughts. 

"What?"

"Bug—" 

Wanda makes a face at your nickname. Granted, it was Wanda's fault you ended up with it back in your first year of university. You never let her forget it, especially now that you're a professional photographer.

"—over there has a very specific type she goes after for girls," Steve mused, sipping his whiskey before continuing. "I mean, they always have green eyes and brunette—wait, that's not true. She had two red-headed girlfriends in our last year of university. They still had green eyes, though." 

"Oh," Wanda said, unsure what to say since she's never paid attention to the girls you were dating. On average, they were a brief fling, and only a few lasted longer than half a year. "I guess so?"

Wanda distantly thinks about how she dyed her hair auburn in her last year of university because she was looking for a change that year and Natasha was insistent that she'd look amazing. Wanda recalls you were a fan of the look.

"Yeah," Steve nodded along. "Ironically, they always look like you in some way. Check out that bartender now—long, wavy-haired brunette with green eyes. She's got thick, long lips and even does that dark eye-shadow makeup thingy like you."

Steve just laughed it off, finishing his drink, thinking nothing more of it before he started talking about Bucky.

But it was like something clicked into place in Wanda's brain. A daunting realization that she was wholly unprepared for and not equipped to do anything about. 

Wanda watched as the bartender clocked off for the night and dragged you into a corner booth, drinks in hand. It gave Wanda the perfect view that the bartender wore many rings just like she did. 

In the poor privacy of the dimly lit corner booth, there was a staunch and needy kiss from the two of you, and Wanda swallowed roughly. 

From here, if you were none the wiser, Wanda could be easily mistaken for the girl in the booth with you. 

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Sometimes, Wanda believes she's just being absolutely ridiculous. So what if you go after girls who share the same features as her? That didn't have to mean anything. You've always told Wanda she was beautiful, and it was perfect how you said it. 

It didn't feel insincere or creepy. It felt good to know her best friend thought she was absolutely gorgeous. But just because you thought she was beautiful doesn't mean you harbored secret feelings for her. 

You'd be insulted if you knew Wanda had ever thought that. She'd just be another one of those girls Wanda's seen you humble on multiple occasions when they found out you dated women, and they were worried you might have a crush on them. 

But then, Wanda couldn't stop thinking she actually might be one of those girls because then she'd think about if you didn't consider her like that, it wasn't about her looks but something about her personality that wasn't your type. 

And what could that be?

Wanda thought long and hard, trying to remember the girls you've introduced her to. 

Sometimes they were funny, and Wanda was funny. She made you laugh all the time. She specifically remembered one time in high school when she made you laugh so hard you peed your pants just a little. 

Sometimes they were intellectual, and while Wanda didn't have an IQ of 160, she did fairly well academically and was on the right track in her career. 

Sometimes they were charming, and Wanda was the type where she got more charming the more you got to know her. 

So, Wanda just doesn't understand. She's nowhere further with her thinking ever since this weird information has been bestowed upon her.

Maybe it all just means nothing. You just didn't feel that way about Wanda despite the type of girls you dated suggesting otherwise. You didn't need a reason for it, and maybe the fact you only felt friendship for her was the reason. 

"Wanna order pizza in tonight?"

Wanda turns her head from the tv and notices you've put your book down. "Hm, not really. We had pizza last week," Wanda shakes her head. 

"How about that Greek place that just opened up on Willington Ave?" You suggest. "Pretty sure I heard you grumbling about wanting Greek food earlier this week."

"I was not grumbling!" Wanda scoffs but smiles when you raise your eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was grumbling a little."

You snicker as you pull out your phone to order delivery. "Oh, sweet golden best friend of mine, whatever shall you do when you get married to Vis, who hates Greek food. Do I foresee a life of Greekless cuisine? Oh, the suffering you'll go through!"

"I don't need him to like it," Wanda slaps your arm, sticking her tongue out before she cuddles you. "I have you to eat it with."

You laugh unabashedly, a sound that Wanda's accustomed to hearing the joyful sound. "Better hope the person I marry also hates Greek cuisine. I don't know if I can live a life of eating double the Greek food. I love tzatziki sauce, but if I grow to hate it from eating it too much, I will make you suffer the consequences of that."

Your voice trails off as you focus on ordering food, unable to see the cogs in Wanda's head turning. 

It's all so easy. There's no tension, no electric vibes happening. Just best friends enjoying the banter and making plans to eat. 

It was all in Wanda's head, right? You're her best friend, so of course you'd know everything about her. 

The right type of friendship is fulfilling and soul-connecting, and that's what Wanda has with you. When you have a one-in-a-million connection like that, the line between friendship and romance is thin, isn't it?

Wanda hates Steve. She'd never think about this if it wasn't for Stupid Steve. She can hear his dumb laugh, blissfully ignorant about the observation bomb he dropped upon her. 

"Do you wanna get ice cream after?" You ask, throwing your phone to the side. "I'll even treat you to the gelato despite knowing I'm going to suffer through your crazy farts later."

"Oh my god, I'm going to trap you under the blanket with it just for that!" 

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Within two months, Wanda forgets about it. Forgets, as in that she decides to drop it (let it linger in the deep depths of her brain that she refuses to acknowledge), and resolves that Steve has no brain cells and has no idea what he's saying. 

"Have you seen my strapless black top?" Wanda shouts from her room with the door open. "The one with the v-shaped front!"

"In your closet!" You yelled back from the living room, not taking your eyes off your phone. 

"I can't find it," Wanda whines, and she hears you sigh as you get up. The footsteps approach her room, and she finds you standing at the door with an unimpressed look.

"I don't want to hear it," Wanda sniffs. 

"Hear what, brat?" You say with a brow raised before you start rummaging through her closet. The nickname was a joke you started that Wanda was entirely a spoiled person, exhibiting bratty behavior at times. "That I'm not gonna be your roommate forever, so you need to learn to fold it yourself before putting it away?"

Wanda makes grumbling noises that are mostly nonsensical but smiles when you pull out the top she was looking for. 

"You are the apple of my eye, stinky," Wanda grabs the top from you before she runs into her washroom to briefly change into it. 

"A match made in heaven, yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes with good humor. "Hurry up, Natasha will kill us if we're late for Yelena's birthday. They're on an upwards mend in their relationship, so she's been so unbearably uptight lately to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"I know, I know," Wanda mutters, carefully pulling the top over her head to not ruin her makeup. 

"Alright, I'll hail us a cab, meet me outside."

"Wait, wait!" Wanda calls out. "I need help putting on my necklace."

You chuckle, walking back just as Wanda steps out of the bathroom with the delicate necklace she wants to wear. 

"Alright, alright, relax," you tell her. "Your accent gets really strong when you're stressed."

"You're stressing me out by rushing me," Wanda scrunches her nose even though you can't see it. "I'm also stressed knowing that you have to rush me, or I'll spend the party getting lectured by Natasha."

Wanda's voice comes out husked with the accent, something she's struggled between hating or loving, but mostly loving since you've expressed how lovely it is.

You grab the necklace from her hand, and Wanda moves her hair out of the way. The routine of it all starts to bleed the tension out of her shoulders. 

Then, that horrible Stupid Steve Sentence kicks into her brain. 

 It's only as you put your arms over, placing the necklace against Wanda's chest, and focusing on trying to get the clasp in. Wanda can feel your warm breath against her neck, summoning goosebumps along her arms. You're so close, and she can feel the heat of your body radiating onto her, your fingers just barely brushing against her.

The tension comes suddenly, squeezing inside her chest as her breathing slows and shakes. Her body warms in an unexpected way. 

"Ah, got it," you say, but Wanda can only focus on your voice and breath on the shell of her ear. "Cute necklace but the clasp is so annoying."

You pull away and start walking off. "C'mon, I bet if we tip our taxi driver an extra $20 bucks, they'll speed and we can pray we're on time."

Wanda's left standing there, knowing she probably sounds like she's fresh out of Sokovia with how stressed she is. Her right eye twitches.

Was that...Wanda gulps. Was that sexual tension?

And was she the only one who felt it?

Fuck.

She's going to kill Steve.

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Natasha's absolutely neurotic when they arrive. It's just a simple backyard party, but it almost looks like a wedding venue with all the catering and flowers. 

Wanda's pretty sure Natasha's only being like this because she's overthinking about whether to cling to Yelena or give her sister some space to mingle with others. She seems to be sizing up Kate, who Yelena might be seeing, but it hasn't been confirmed. 

Yelena looks between exasperated with Natasha and secretly happy about the entire thing. Wanda can sympathize with her. After all, she's also a little sister, and Pietro can also be way too overprotective. Sometimes she's glad he's abroad in Europe for work while she remains in New York, but she misses him more often than she admits. 

"Alright, alright, Natasha," you groan, and Wanda's mind slips back into the conversation. "We're 3 minutes late, relax, will you? Damn, are you always gonna be like this until you and Yelena get back into whatever sibling bond you had before? Hope you're just like this with us because otherwise, you're gonna scare away all her friends, and she's going to hate you."

"Oh my god, do you think she'll really hate me?" Natasha bites her bottom lip in worry while looking around at all the people that they can only assume she's nagged about being late or whatever mishap. 

"Oh, man," you sigh, putting your hand on her shoulders before pushing her towards the bar. "You need some drinks and maybe some desserts in you."

Wanda's about to follow you when you turn around and nod your head in a different direction. She looks over and sees you're nodding toward Vision.

"You should go say hi to him," you tell her. "You've been complaining about not seeing him all last week, even though I don't know why you guys won't just FaceTime, but I digress. Come find me later, or I'll find you after."

You look over at Natasha, who's peering on her tippy toes to see if she can find Yelena.

"And, hopefully, I'll have ditched this nutjob," you whisper conspiratorially and laugh when Natasha turns around to smack your arm. 

"I heard that!"

Wanda chuckles as you walk off with Natasha while she turns and heads toward Vision. Despite how she was complaining about not seeing Vision last week because she did miss him, her expression was sour as she made her way toward him. 

Vision spots her immediately and waves at her with a warm smile. Wanda feels herself somewhat loosened at his expression. They'd also been friends a long time before they started on-and-off dating, so at the very least, she does miss his easy friendship. 

"Hey," Vision hugs her, slightly rubbing her back before he pulls away but keeps his arm around her. "It's been a while; you look lovely."

"Thanks," Wanda smiles with a shrug. She looks around and sees he's standing with Tony and Pepper. "How are you guys?"

"Could be better," Tony sighs dramatically. "Natasha won't let me do any of my cool party tricks as if I'm going to ruin her little sister's party. If anything, I could make it the party of the century!"

Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "We were just talking about how we're thinking of going to the Bahamas for vacation in December and escaping the cold. We've invited you and Vision along since it's been awhile since we've all gone together. Of course, we can also invite Bug and Natasha."

"Oh," Wanda says for a lack of anything else to say. She doesn't know how to feel about it, but she peers over at Vision, who's just smiling at her and looking eager about it. 

"I need another drink if I'm going to suffer through this party," Tony sighs. "Maybe I can convince Yelena instead!" He grins, dragging Pepper along, and they walk off together. 

"So, what do you think?" Vision asks when they're alone. "I didn't want to reply on your behalf since I wasn't sure, but I think it'd be good for us. I've missed you," Vision pauses as if he's about his next words but then says, "a lot."

"Yeah, me too," Wanda starts to say, but then her brain gets all haywire because it feels like a lie. She did miss him, but did she miss him a lot? "I think."

"You think?"

Wanda wants to smack her forehead because she didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I was complaining a lot that I haven't seen you in a while all last week."

"Yeah, work has just been overwhelming. I get so tired after work, I just can't keep up with the texting or calls."

But you can, Wanda thinks. Granted, you're her roommate, so it's easier. But even when you have to go on work trips, you regularly text her no matter what time and squeeze in a quick call, even if it's just to say goodnight. 

The entire thing makes Wanda bite her tongue because why was she even thinking about that? That was completely irrelevant to Vision. 

Then—because as if just thinking about you wasn't enough—her eyes trail across the room, and the scene before her makes Wanda even more confused about her feelings.

You're standing there with Natasha at the bar, but it looks like Natasha's calling someone over to introduce you to them.

Another brunette with long, wavy hair, like she just had a blowout done. Wanda's not 100% sure from this distance, but she has an inkling that the brunette also has green eyes. She's wearing a white halter top and wide-legged sage green pants. She wears a lot of rings, but her makeup is lighter and more summery compared to Wanda's darker, smokey eye makeup.

In short, this woman was the clean girl aesthetic version of Wanda. 

And you look interested. 

This was ridiculous, Wanda fumes, feeling her stomach sink and cheeks flare hot in anger. As quick as the anger came, it dissipated.

Why was she so angry?

She feels betrayed, and her thoughts are turning very ugly. Wanda is definitely not being a girl's girl right now with how much she's thinking she's better than the girl in front of you. 

But that just makes everything so much more confusing. 

"Wanda?"

Wanda turns her head back to Vision. He looks concerned, and even when his eyes trail toward what Wanda's staring at, there's no additional reaction. He's not upset that she's staring at you, and that has to mean something, right?

It must mean there was never a concern about how Wanda might've felt about you. Sure, there were a few things Wanda couldn't be without, and you were one of them, but nobody can't be without their best friend. 

No one had ever blinked twice about you and Wanda.

Except now.

And that person was Wanda herself. 

The more Wanda thought about the entire thing, the more she became curious. The idea of you dating people who looked like Wanda was intriguing. She wanted to ask questions but didn't know what to ask.

It might mean nothing, but it also might mean something. 

And if it does mean something, Wanda wants to know what exactly it is. 

Therefore, Wanda needs nothing in her way to find out the truth and exactly what she wants, regardless of the answer. 

This was insane, wasn't it? Wanda's always been ambivalent about dating women. She's never gone out of her way to try it since she had Vision. Never mind entertaining thoughts about dating her best (girl)friend. And now, she was giving everything up in the pursuit of finding out what it could mean that her best friend was dating her lookalikes—and why she cared.

Wanda doesn't even know what she'll want to do with that information. 

Wanda looks at Vision, peering at his features she's always found handsome. When she thinks back, she's not even sure why she complained to you about how she hasn't seen or heard from him lately. She hadn't even gone out of her own way to do something about it.

"I'm not going on the trip. I don't think I actually missed you like that."

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The girl introduced to you was named Raye, Natasha's coworker that recently moved from Nashville. It was also confirmed she has green eyes, though they had specks of brown in them. She was a southern belle with a bold attitude, witty, and a wicked sense of humor. All in all, undeniably charismatic. 

At least, that's what you told her in private because all Wanda could feel was unrestricted aggravation with the other girl. The southern twang made Wanda's eye twitch, mostly because she knew you were head over heels for accents.  

"And then before I knew it, I was panicked and more lost than a blindfolded turkey on thanksgiving!"

You burst out laughing while Wanda's expression is stony, but when you look at Wanda, she forces a smile on her lips.

"Hahaha," Wanda dryly let out. "So funny."

But it wasn't. What the fuck did that even mean?

Raye continues to talk while you listen with rapt interest, and Wanda takes the time to observe your features in a way she's done many times before but with a different mindset. 

Your lips are curved in a smile, glistening from your chapstick. They're shapely, and they look soft. It rivals her favorite feature of yours, which is your eyes. They've always been so expressive with her, and Wanda's been around long enough that she knows what every expression means. She can tell when they glint with mischievousness or are soft with immense compassion and empathy. 

"So, what did you think of Raye?" You ask Wanda as you leave the party.

"She's cool, I guess," Wanda answers nonchalantly. 

The rest of the party was excruciating between Raye constantly hanging around you and Wanda also being too nervous to be alone with you. 

"Really cool," you sigh with a grin. "Glad I got her number. It's been a while since I've met someone so funny."

Was she funny, though? Wanda wonders.

"Funnier than me?" Wanda finds herself asking.

"No one could be funnier than you, brat," you smirk. "I almost peed myself laughing again when you almost knocked off Yelena's cake. I thought Natasha was about to enter into a coma." You snicker while Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile. 

"Glad I can always give you the biggest laughs, stinky."

Wanda glances over at your face, recognizing the excitement by the brightness in them. It's just another reminder that, as your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand. 

But lately, when Wanda watches you pick up girls, she can tell when they're heady with desire. That look hasn't been directed at her, and Wanda wants to know what it'd be like if it were.

Wanda recalls the night you kissed the bartender and imagines if it had been her instead. She pictures your hand sliding across her jaw and cheek while your other pulls her closer at the waist. 

It's horrifying when a slow pit of arousal builds in Wanda's gut and...other regions. It feels utterly frightening and wrong like she's betraying the friendship for having and then reacting to such thoughts about you. 

But there's another part—the part that tells Wanda there's nobody in this world that she loves more than you. The mere idea of ever being apart from you was unfathomable. Wanda could and has endured so many things, and it would always be okay as long as she had you. 

So, knowing that Southern Belle Raye has the potential to be more than a one-night stand to you, Wanda realizes that she has a very small window to not only come to terms with her newfound feelings but also act on them as well. 

If this didn't go well, Wanda would definitely murder Steve.

PART TWO

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Also I feel like you’ve had that Silco fic ready for a while- I sent that ask, took a nap and woke up to a fic. BUT ITS SKYVIK X READER TIME! Sky and reader are besties (and they were roommates..) and one day they go to each other and are both super blushy and excited. Both talking about cute interactions they’ve had with their mystery crush. Finding it too much of a coincidence they expose the fact that they had been crushing on the same man for weeks. Both of them have been receiving hints of affection and romantic interest from Viktor. Both confused and kind pissed off thinking they're getting led on. Only to confront Viktor and find out that he is aware of what he’s been doing and he stands by it. (He’s got two hands LMAO) Could it be spicy? Jaybe. Jaybe not. Up to you girly- ALSO DON'T WORRY! TAKE YOUR TIME!!!! I’ll be sitting here looking pretty. :333

I’VE GOT TWO HANDS FOR A REASON - SKYVIK X READER

synopsis: you and your best friend Sky have always had each other's backs, especially in the department of love. You two are as close as can be (maybe even too close some might say), and you both have a crush on someone; finally! Except… he's starting to sound familiar. Very familiar…

warnings: sky and R come to the conclusion they both have a crush on Viktor and Viktor’s been flirting with both of them, irritation, slight miscommunication (S and R think V is playing them, he's not), feelings realization for S and R, getting together, smut, oral sex (m receiving), Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f/f or m/m/f

p.s. Yay, a Skyvik request!! My poor baby is slept on and deserves love. So, she'll be getting double the amount here (and in another request 😏😏) hope y'all enjoy!

p.p.s regarding the Silco fic, I came up with it on the spot after reading your request and speed-wrote it LMAO; that's how the requests go typically. Or I write the top portion before the first divider, save it, and come back to it when inspiration strikes me when I re-read it, and write the whole fic and post it 😭😭

You and Sky, your roommate and best friend are sitting in the living room, gushing over your crushes. But as the conversation goes on, the both of you start to have a startling realization.

You both have a crush on the same man, and he's flirting with the both of you.

"He's so handsome, the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Like molten gold."

"His accent is addictive. He could read a dictionary and it'd sound hot."

"He's sweet--"

"He's sarcastic--"

"He's--"

The two of you glance at each other. Sky is nervously fixing her glasses and you furrow your eyebrows. "Sky... I think we're talking about the same man."

Sky sighs as she slouches against the back of the couch, "I do too." You shake your head in frustration, "Say his name at the same time?"

Sky nods and the two of you simultaneously count down from 3... 2... 1...

"Viktor."

The both of you look to each other in shock, then despair, then irritation. Who does Viktor think he is?! He's been toying with both of you, playing you two like toys! You feel like a fool, a loser. You keep ranting as you pace back and forth, Sky just sits on the couch; dejected.

"He's not getting away with this! Sky, c'mon, we're going to the lab." You firmly sate, grabbing her wrist gently and ushering yourselves out of your home. She's flustered but follows you, just as irritated as you are.

Viktor's just caused a hurricane, and it's rapidly coming towards him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor is casually working in the lab in silence. Jayce has a council meeting, and you and Sky have gone home hours ago. It's late at night; and Viktor is enjoying the peace.

He thinks of you two, how attractive the both of you are. How receptive you two are to his words, his touches, his glances. Sky gets shy, flustered. But preens under his attention and praise.

You on the other hand bite back, make flirty remarks, and perfectly timed innuendos. He adores the two of you. He doesn't expect the both of you to barge into the lab and break his peace.

Speak of the devil and they shall appear.

Viktor jolts at the shout of his name, he turns in his chair removing his eye-protection and stares dumbly at the two of you. You look angry, Sky looks upset, and Viktor knows he's messed up.

"You're awful, you know that?! Flirting with both Sky and I, toying around with our feelings! Do you even like us?!" Your voice is firm, sharp as steel. Sky just looks dejected, her eyes red with unshed tears.

Viktor's fucked up. Badly. He needs to fix this, STAT.

"I do. I adore both of you, so I showed my interest. I was going to tell both of you later this week but... it looks like you both came to a conclusion. A wrong one, but a conclusion none the less."

Your anger seeps away and confusion is left in its place. Sky looks curious, her dejected face long gone.

Sky's voice is quiet, but curious, "You like... both of us? Isn't that odd?"

A light laugh escapes you as you glance at your best friend, "This is a good thing Sky! We both have a shot! And--" Viktor cuts you off, his voice low and rumbly, "I have two hands."

Both you and Sky startle, the both of you flustering at Viktor's words and tone. He's... a very handsome man, and his tone of voice and look he's shooting you two is amplifying it.

He continues on, unfazed, "Besides, I thought we were all on the same page. I thought you two were together; and you we're trying to add me into your relationship."

Sky sputters a bit and your face morphs into a contemplative look, "I can see why he thought that." Sky whips around to look at you, her doe eyes wide in shock, "You can?!"

You nod, "I can. Sky be honest, we don't act like friends. Not really. We live together, cook together, typically share the same bed at night, are constantly with each other and touching each other. We have even showered together. Or have been in the bathroom getting ready, or just sitting on the toilet talking while the other bathes. That's not friend-like behavior Sky. We're essentially unofficially dating."

Sky looks dumbfounded as you and Viktor chuckle. That's... no. Well? Is it? Sky re-evaluates your relationship and realizes-- yeah. You two are dating.

Sky groans in embarrassment as you kiss her red cheek. Viktor laughs as Sky shoots him an unimpressed look. "The two of you are so bad at emotions." Sky and Viktor look at you, "Am not!" The two look to each other, they didn't mean to say that at the same time."

You laugh, "So... now that we're both on the same page; what do we do now?" Your two scientists look to one another and grin, "I have a good idea." Viktor states as he looks darkly at the two of you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The three of you make your way to the lab couch, Viktor sits down as he watches you and Sky kiss. The two of you are so beautiful, he can't imagine he made it this far.

This is one of his main fantasies.

The two of you pull apart and rush Viktor, the poor man startled at the the enthusiasm. You both take one side of the pretty man, kissing all over his face and pulling his face each way to properly kiss his lips. The man sits there panting in shock.

You unbutton his shirt and both you and Sky continue your assault of kisses and nips on Viktor's body, eventually making your way to his belt.

The two of you now on your knees in front of him, looking up with big pleading eyes makes him groan, his head going back in lust. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

"Yes. Please. Fuck, take it off."

You and Sky beam a grin up at him as you both go for his belt buckle, undoing it, and pulling his pants down. His cock bounces lightly as his boxers got caught on his cock due to your eagerness.

It's pretty in all honesty. Neatly groomed, about six or seven inches in length, a good girth, a pretty pink head. Fuck it's perfect, it's actually quite big in your opinion.

Sky bites her lip and you wrap a hand around the base, "Where've you been hiding this beast, huh?"

A moan in what you get in return, "My pants." You roll your eyes and lick the tip, Viktor's hips jolt. You rub your hand up and down the base as you angle his cock to Sky, "You wanna?"

"Fuck yeah." Both you and Viktor jolt at the swear coming off of Sky's lips. You've never heard her swear before. Sky sucks the tip into her mouth and you remove your hand from the base, putting your lips there instead as you kiss the side of his cock.

Viktor just sits there, his eyes wide as he blinks in shock and whines. Fuck, he's so overwhelmed he doesn't know what to focus on; his mind is silent for once.

The two of you switch positions every so often, you even suck his balls into your mouth at one point. Viktor just gets louder and louder in his pleasure. You two are gonna kill him one day.

A loud moan escapes his pretty lips, "I-- I-- I'm going to cum. Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

A few bursts of cum enter your mouth as you whine, Sky continues to pump his cock to prolong his orgasm. When Viktor whines in overstimulation, you and Sky stop your pleasure and pull away from the panting man. You pull Sky into a kiss and push some cum into her mouth. The two of you kiss passionately, full of filth as Viktor just looks at the two of you.

He pulls himself together, putting himself back into his pants, zipping them up, and re-buttoning his shirt, "You two are filthy. No one would ever expect that."

The two of you go back to sit on the couch, the both of you kissing his cheek. His face squishes a bit due to the force.

"We're only filthy for you Viktor. Only for you."

Viktor's called it. You two are going to kill him one day.

RAHHHHHH!!! I'm so proud of this, I hope all y'all enjoyed watching Viktor get overwhelmed with pleasure ❤️❤️

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Sharing an idea with Tommy

A/N: Domestic spicy Tommy 🫶🏻

“(...) there's a Cartier on the way to London, a diamond necklace in the showcase, ridiculously big.” Tommy explained, sitting at one of the betting shop's desks while you cleaned the chalk off the board. It had been a quiet day and as the night fell, you decided to help Tommy with closing the shop. Still, you weren't sure of how you got to that subject, “thought of you wearing it to welcome me home, only it,”

“Jesus,” you scoffed with laughter, you were indeed discussing something new to try in bed, but his shamelessness never failed to surprise you, “sounds fun, we can try it,”

“Can we?” He teased.

“Yeah, the maids will also enjoy being dismissed earlier,” you looked down, ashamed of facing him. Only the thought of being nude while he was fully dressed made your cheeks burn, but set an embarrassing arousal within you.

“Good,” he stared at you while taking a drag of his cigarette, the bastard knew what he did to you, “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Ain't there something you'd like to try?”

“No,” you quickly nodded.

“Don't lie to me,” Tommy softly scolded, “what goes on in that head, eh?”

A defeated smile crept into your face, there was something in your mind for a while, it wasn't very exotic, you supposed it matched Tommy's own money hunger. “Well… do you remember when you brought those suitcases last month? Full of money, that we put in the safe?”

“Hm?”

“Yeah, the safe is getting full and- yeah, I think it'd be fun, all that money, and you, and me…” his entertained gaze broke you laughing, “oh, stop! Don't look at me like that!”

“So the safe, I knew you were a little too happy putting those wads in the shelves,” he smirked, “let's go then,”

“What?” You stepped back as he came in your direction. Tommy took your hand, grabbed a chair and headed to the safe. The look in his eyes as he instructed you to put on the combination got you giggling in a mix of nervousness and excitement.

You got in. Tommy used the chair so you wouldn't be stuck inside and took off his coat. “You look nervous,” he commented.

“I never thought about you,” you gulped, “like this, so open and-”

“Oh, I did,” cornering you, Tommy held your face between his fingertips, “I think about you like this all the time, free to tell me whatever you like,”

“...yeah?” you whispered.

“Yeah,”

“Alright then.” Breathing in to gather confidence, you gave him a small peck, unbuttoned his trousers and kneeled down. First the safe, then Carter diamonds, and other ideas were already planning into your mind.

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family headcanons! really leaning onto Hatake side

Thinking about how out of all the kids Motoko who is the most Uchiha looking, Uchiha jutsu, future clan head, acts A LOT like Hatake. She'd devour a steak with blood, as a kid she'd bite everyone.

Many people thought that she gets it from Madara, cuz he looks like he's fucked up in the head ( i mean they are correct but he didn't bite ppl and doesn't like blood and raw meat in his food). But no, it's actually Hatake blood from Tobirama.

Nari would be quite the Hatake too cuz she'd be like "I need to challenge every single authority to make sure they have the right to boss me around"

Akemori, even if he looks the most Hatake, he has more Senju temper and behaviour. But he did bite, cuz that's how they do that in the family. But actually if you let any child to bite without consequences and even encouraging it, they would.

Tobirama would be "ah the normal child behaviour". He'd gently bite all of his kids and ofc Madara too. He's a mate now after all.

Sometimes Tobirama even playfights his pups. For Uchiha it'd quite a culture shock, cuz they got used to ethereal, calm and graceful clan head's spouse. To see him goofing around with his kids and throwing them in the dirt and sometimes biting them. Who does that?!

Madara is perfectly okay with that, even though he had to get used to a child regularly nibbling his arms or neck. Izuna, unexpectedly, took it well. He'd bite his nephew and nieces out of spite, cuz how DARE they.

Also Nari looks a lot like Tobirama and Izuna's daughter. Plus when she grows up she'd also wear a ponytail. Madara is torn cuz he loves his brother very much, but also it's HIS daughter.

also idk if Izuna would marry and have his own kids. he's too busy suspecting Tobirama and spoiling his nieces and nephew.

Oh, I forgot to talk about their senses! All the kids are quite good sensors, cuz, Tobirama is one, Madara too, so it's only logical. In the future Uchiha would actually possess a nice line of sensors in the main branch.

So from best to worst: Tobirama. Akemori, Nari, Madara, Motoko.

Motoko isn't the best sensor, but she inherited Hatake's nose! She hates spicy food bc of it and actually bland food. It's her very not-Uchiha trait, that made her a nightmare to feed when she was a child. Uchiha like their food really seasoned*.

Motoko's fav food is steak with blood and sashimi.

** interesting thought occured to me, Senju probably grow many plants, food and spices as well. It was probably a tradition that came around when not only Hashirama was the Mokuton wilder but many in the clan. I believe it was hard to keep Mokuton babies alive bc or the violent nature of it. Imagine how actually happier Uchiha became when they could buy spices SO much cheaper than to import it from somewhere else. Plus of course it's much more cheaper to buy food from close by Senju and then in the village. One of the reasons not to be against peace :)

Ofc the minute Tobirama's aunt - the Hatake clan head - hears that he has his own pup, she'd get the whole clan to go to Konoha for a visit!

Uchiha, and other clans are terrified. Hatake don't have a nice reputation and now the whole clan wants to visit??? With kids (which they're very possessive and protective) and huge wolves??? And the Hokage lets them cuz the clan head is his aunt???? No wonder Senju are so weird sometimes.

While the Hatake visit, every clan prays that it's just a visit and that they would leave (lmao no). Not only cuz they're freaky, but also of their continuous reputation of adopting any stray children.

Clans clam up and don't let their kids out of their sight.

Uchiha are especially fucked cuz the Hatake plan to visit them especially. Fucking "thank you", Tobirama, what the fuck.

And Tobirama is entirely calm about it. He treats like the usual thing ever. So when good portion of the clan goes through gates, they just SWARM Tobirama and little Motoko (she's probably a year old at this point), scenting them and trying to take a good look at the baby. Ofc they bear gifts. Meat, furs, weaponry. Maybe even wolf pup for the baby!

Though maybe at first the clan head didn't really want to acknowledge Motoko (like with Hashirama*), cuz she has really Uchiha coloring and face, so she's not really a Hatake. But Motoko started her little growls and yips and anxiously biting Tobirama cuz of many new people and smells and Tobirama's aunt was like "Oh, okay, she's one of us"

** I like the idea of Hatake clan head, who doesn't really think Hashirama is a Hatake and he's heartbroken by it. But, I think it's not because of the coloring or how he acts. I think it's mostly cuz she HATES Butsuma and when they meet for the first time Hashirama was really hero worshipping his father and it ticked Hatake off. So she probably never actually try to connect with Hashirama again cuz she's still sure that Hashirama is the same as Butsuma.

Maybe Butsuma took her sister as a bride in a marriage hunt and Hatake were pissed, but accepted it, cuz Senju are much stronger and have more ppl. If they'd angered Senju they'd be destroyed.

Because of it, Tobirama never actually considered to make Madara his husband this way. Plus I think for this to work the way he wanted (to infiltrate Uchiha) he needed to be the one who marries in the clan and if he'd try to do that with Madara it would work the other way around.

(i adopted many of @oh-no-its-bird hcs about Hatake clan if you can tell)

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when they were in the band and/or now, Is there a fantasy/something the ROs would have wanted to do with/to MC both SFW and NSFW?

a couple come to mind!

Zima has daydreamed about what it would be like meeting MC again. They imagined what it would be like now that they're all grown-up and hot. In the present day, it's kind of the same. A previously romanced Zima will think about what it would have been like, had their relationship worked out, and if they could have had a "normal" life together. A part of them really wanted that, even though they're quite happy with what they've got.

Stevie sometimes fantasizes about MC just suddenly snapping their head around and looking at her like they've just woken up and then stumble over their words as they confess their undying love for her. And then preferably sweep things off a table and hoist her onto it to kiss her. Which is difficult because she's very tall, but in her daydream, it always works.

Angel only ever daydreams about new strats. He's very boring in that regard, so if it ever comes to anything romantic between him or MC, there has to be a realistic chance of something happening between him and them for Angel to actually develop any kind of fantasies. But he'd very much like to do some scandalous stuff if it ever comes to it. Also, he would really like it if one day, MC would just walk over to him on stage and ind of pull him into this super intense kiss. It'd be incredibly satisfying to him bc it'd be this big admission that MC is involved with him. Like, everyone wants MC but he's the one who actually has them, you know.

Bonus; if he's in a poly with Stevie: He's always wanted to know if he could wear her ultra long hair like a scarf. (It's actually rly crispy bc of her hair gel, but he doesn't know that.)

Vaguely spicy below cut bc Lin being Lin.

Lin has... a host of fantasies. Most of which are NSFW or NSFL, depending on your "pain" threshold. Oh it's nothing special, just MC trampling them or inserting various things into various orifices. Or MC tying them up and just keeping them bedbound for a whole day. Or MC biting them rly deeply somewhere and leaving a mark.

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Cayde: y'all think lava would taste spicy?

Zavala: please don't eat lava

Ikora: actually since it's made of molten rock, it'd probably taste very bland and dusty

Cayde: thank you so much you understand me like no one else

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So, obviously the answer is "George Lucas didn't plan ahead" but I've always wondered something about Obi-Wan and Yoda and their reaction, or lack thereof, to Leia being in danger. Or, more bluntly, how Leia is not as much of a priority as Luke is to them.

I mean, isn't she supposed to be the back-up in case Luke fails? But, in both ANH and EMSB Obi-Wan and Yoda seem more nonchalant when she's in peril. They are laser focused on Luke and Leia is more of an afterthought. Wouldn't it make more sense to get them both trained as Jedi, so if one fails the other can just pick up where the other left off?

Caveat

As you note, Lucas didn't plan for that. Leia wasn't his sister at all until Empire Strikes Back was written, something that has been a spicy topic since it was revealed.

As a result, bit hard for Leia to have been treated as Luke's sister... in a film where she wasn't intended to be his sister.

Back to Obi-Wan and Yoda

But this is the blog where we ignore all of that stuff.

And the thing is... neither Obi-Wan nor Yoda were all that keen on training Luke either.

We see in the prequel series that the Jedi are incredibly leery of training anyone who falls outside the typical margins. Even if you have tons of Force, if you're too old or too volatile they don't want to tell you how to use it. The last thing they want is a Force user with enough knowledge to really go off the handle if they're unsuited for life as a Jedi. Better not to give them that equipment at all.

That's the mindset that Yoda and Obi-Wan have had instilled into them from day 0... and it's something that blew up in their face with Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan insisted Anakin be trained due to Qui-Gon's wishes, Yoda reluctantly agreed to it while privately thinking "this could go bad :/, but also leaving him to his own devices could go worse :(" And lo and behold, Anakin becomes a Sith and is so bad he destroys the Jedi Order, murders all the children, and ruthlessly hunted down every survivor.

And as a result, we see a hesitation to train Luke, let alone Leia.

Luke grows up on Tatooine, completely clueless, until he confronts what he only knows as "old hermit Ben" about rescuing Leia. Obi-Wan's reaction is to sigh deeply as he sees Leia begging him personally to save her, and very sadly tell Luke that actually his father was a Jedi and old comrade of his (don't ask questions). Then Luke's family is murdered and now Luke has nowhere to go/nothing to do except go on this journey to rescue Princess Leia. But it's only when they're on their way that Obi-Wan begins to reluctantly train Luke in the Force... And even then, it's just a few days of teaching and the very very very very basics.

Obi-Wan dies before he can get serious about training Luke, and then Luke is told to go find Yoda.

Yoda, meanwhile, has been a hermit in a swamp for decades. He takes one look at Luke and says "mmmmmm, no". He has to be all but bullied into training Luke and then, well, Luke runs off to save his friends long before he can complete his training.

In a way, I'd argue Leia is far more of a priority to Obi-Wan and Yoda. She was placed with Bail Organa, is now a part of a royal family and a key political figure, she is a key figure of the resistance as well.

Luke was supposed to stay in the backwaters of Tatooine and never, ever, ever be found. Maybe he'd get trained in the Force *someday* but that someday seemed increasingly distant, and, well, it'd be putting a needless target on Luke's back.

Things didn't work out like that, however, because Leia was captured and Luke happened to be the one to get the message. If someone else had delivered that message, Luke probably wouldn't have been involved with the story at all.

The thing also about Luke is that they knew Vader knew he'd had one child. Luke is, well, the one who more obviously looks like his father. (Now why they put him with Anakin's fucking relatives through his mother's marriage on Tatooine is a mystery for another time, but Anakin didn't find him so it works out I guess).

They did not want him figuring out that Leia is his daughter. Training Leia in the Force would be a surefire way to clue Vader into the fact that Leia is his daughter. She's too public, too involved in the resistance, and all Anakin would have to do is remember that his wife was good friends with Bail Organa to realize where his baby who might not be dead went.

Again, maybe Leia shouldn't have been given to such a public figure with ties to Anakin's wife--but don't worry about that, that's not important.

What is important is that I can see why they concluded it would be a horrible idea to train Leia and would get her/the entire royal family of Alderaan murdered.

At least Luke is hanging out in the outer ring, in the backwater of the galaxy, and even then they don't train him until he's in his twenties and they don't have much choice in the matter.

TL;DR Obi-Wan and Yoda are not Albus Dumbledore, there didn't appear to be some grand plan to raise the twins to defeat their father where they hyperfocused on Luke to do it for some reason. Luke wasn't trained until very very very late and barely knew who Ben Kenobi even was.