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notquitecanon · 7 months

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Sacrifice & Devotion // Din Djarin x Reader

Hurt comfort lil fic

here's a fun lil game of spot the dialogue I stole from criminal minds!

tw: no mentions of gender, mention and description of canon typical injury, mention of canon typical violence, reader is a bounty hunter, specifically a sniper, unedited, written in one sitting while I pulled an all nighter

fics where two idiots who are obviously in love are so terrible at pretending to not be in love that it circles back around to one of them thinking its unrequited/being so oblivious they still don't notice are my bread and butter

Summary: Reader and Mando both have insecurities that are starting to boil over and cause some heavy miscommunication. It takes a blaster wound for them to talk it out.

You had stalked off to lick you wounds before the Crest’s engines even cooled, finding a cozy rooftop with a good view of the city, dark enough to feel concealed but enough ligh to tend to yourself.

Mando hadn’t been able to catch you, he had to deliver proof of service to your contractors. The waiting credits were much needed to repair the ship’s latest malfunctions if either of you wished to leave this system in the next rotation.

Not to mention the med pac that would need replenishing after you were done. In favor of not bleeding out, you had started with the most severe, the blaster wound to your shoulder. The med scanner had informed you it was primarily superficial, but was at risk of infection.

You sniffed, for something so superficial, the wound sure was leaking blood like a broken tap. The scanner had suggest a bacta infusion, but after your last hunt, the last bacta infusion was only half full. Still, even half would slow the bleeding and lower the risk of infection. You hissed after spraying it with a coagulant and then cursed with the auto-injector of the syringe delivered the half dose of bacta. Next, you moved onto bandages, wrapping the gauze in looping circles.

Metal clinked quietly behind you, alerting you to your company. Mando hovered in the shadows until you turned halfway towards him, like he didn’t want to startle you but also didn’t want to attract you frustration if you hadn’t cooled off yet.

His modulator didn’t hide the concern in his voice, even if he tried to, “Those are too loose, you’ll get an infection.”

“Well, are you gonna lurk in the shadows or come help me?” You sighed, nodding to the other discarded cargo crate beside the one you had pulled into the light, “How’d you find me?”

Mando looked around as he approached and sat beside you, like it was obvious, “Easily accessible rooftop, city views and eyes on the ship. Removed but still involved. Sniper’s paradise.”

You tried to ignore the flush of heat up your neck, sometimes between the very few words Mando spoke it was easy to forget how astute his observations could be. It always shocked you when he voiced his perceptions of you, and flustered you when they were correct. So you cleared your throat, “Where’s the kid?”

The bounty hunter chuckled before stepping to the side, revealing the pram, closed, “Little one’s been asleep since we hit atmosphere.”

Mando waited a moment before holding his hand, “Let me help you with those.”

You licked your teeth before offering the roll of bandages to him. His gloved fingers closed around it before unraveling your previous handiwork. Fortunately the bleeding had mostly stopped, but you didn’t miss how his visor paused on the stained smears of blood down your arms and across your clothes. It made you bristle all over again, which he obviously noticed since he quickly started wrapping the injury before you rescinded your cooperation. It pained you to say he was right, your wrappings had been way too loose. Still, the tightness made you flinch more than you were proud to admit, making you feel like a child at a doctor’s office. Especially with how gentle he was being, how sincere his apologies were with every flinch. Your frustration welled back up at his gentility, your jaw setting which only made the split of your lip hurt worse.

“You’re upset.” He observed, taking the bacta gel and spreading it on a cotton swab so he could dab at the open slice across your thigh which gave him the perfect excuse to drop his gaze from yours. Sometimes you wished you also wore a helmet, make it a little harder for Mando to read your emotions. Make him play body language trivia during every interaction of every day, “I shouldn't have left you alone. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. You have every right to be upset."

Especially, if he was going to to read them incorrectly and break your heart in he process. Of course he thought that’s what you were upset about. The Mandalorian- all beskar steel, blaster smoke, and the worlds he balanced on his shoulders.

You slumped your shoulders, ignoring the ache from your newly bandaged wound. You averted your gaze off to the Razor Crest, watching half a dozen workers frantically making two dozen repairs. Mando sighed, gingerly working the bacta into the gash with one hand, meanwhile you became acutely aware of his other gloved hand holding your thigh still. Gentle, yet firm, and his thumb was rubbing soothing circles against your exposed skin. Mando took so much on himself and never expected any sort of reciprocity, didn’t know how to accept it. It filled you with anger all over again.

“Mando. I’m not mad at you for not being there to protect me.” You shook your head, glancing at his hand on your thigh before meeting his visor. You wondering if his eyes were as sad as his posture let on, quickly followed by a train of thought about his eyes that you decided to misattribute to the blood loss.

“I should have been there. That sleemo never should have gotten close enough to touch you, much less do this.” He growled, taking the tube of liquid bandage and squeezing it across the gash.

“Yeah, Mando, you should have been in two places at once and done my job for me. You’re right.” You groaned sarcastically, trying to snatch the tube out of his hand only to have him catch your wrist. Seeing your sharp look, he dropped your wrist but didn’t hand over the tube, instead finishing his application in silence.

“Oh my stars- that was sarcasm Mando. I’m being facetious.” You were gobsmacked, did that helmet cut off airflow? Was his brain so oxygen deprived that he thought you truly expected that of him? How deep did this self martyrdom run?

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” You finally asked, breaking all contact to retract your legs from him. If he kept rubbing those circles on your thigh… you might do something dramatic, “I know I’m not a Mandalorian, and I’m probably not the best bounty hunter you’ve ever met, but if you can’t trust me to do my job then why let me keep tagging along.”

Mando’s helmet was kind of doing a little spiral motion as if trying to follow your logic, “What? I trust you, of course I trust you.”

“But not enough to do my job.” You snipped, “If you trust me so much why do your part of the job and mine before I even get the chance? Always swooping in to finish things, even when I have it under control. Why call me your partner if I’m basically a piece of cargo you have to feed? Why keep me around if I’m such a hinderance?”

Mando actually flinched back at your sudden outburst, and you quickly looked away, maybe you had let more of your own insecurity show than you meant to. But it was all true. If he told you to take care of the perimeter, he’d flush out the inside and do a perimeter sweep before you even got to a good stakeout spot with your rifle. If you were both engaged in hand to hand combat, he’d recklessly rush his fight so shoot your opponent for you.

The armored warrior was silent for a good long while, his visor watching you as you started to squirm under his gaze. You were about to interject, tell him to drop it and not worry about it, but as you opened your mouth he held a hand up to stop you, “I have no reservations about your skills. I trust you with my life.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, reopening the cut through the one over your left eye, “Then-“

Once again, he interrupted you by saying your name quietly… reverently. You went silent.

“When I went against the guild on Nevarro, you were the only guild member to stand with me. I never would have made it off planet with the child if you hadn’t intervened. You gave everything up to help me, you didn’t know me and yet you threw your life away to help me escape with the child. You could have earned enough credits to retire three times over by turning me in, you’ve had chance after chance to betray me, and yet,” He paused to look at you, really look at you, “You’ve risked your life time after time for the child, for me. You devoted yourself to this quest as if it were your own. How could I do any less than you?”

His gloved hand reached for yours, his thumb grazing over your split knuckles from a up close encounter with a pirate, “Every time I allow someone to hurt you, it’s an affront to your sacrifice.”

Your eyes softened, letting him dab that bacta cream across the marred skin, “Mando, we’re bounty hunters. Getting hurt is an occupational hazard. I knew the risks when I did what I did.”

He was silent; his visor tipped away from you over to the pram where the Child slept, “You do too much for us.”

“Hypocrite.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood. His confession had eased your frustrations, a balm to your own insecurities. Of course this had come from a place of protectiveness, how very… Mandalorian. Considering him for a moment, you angled your body back towards him. You knew all this duty weighed on him, and often there wasn’t much you could do to help, but at the moment, on your perfectly chosen rooftop, you knew what he needed. You handed him a new cotton swap and the small bacta patches that would prevent the cuts on your face from scarring, “Do my face so we can find some dinner?”

He nodded quickly, taking the supplies and pulling you a bit closer to him, so close that you knee overlapped his own armored thigh, and you were close enough to count the scratches on his chest plate, even in the dim light. The slight lean taxed your sore core and back muscles, so you steadied yourself by placing a hand on his knee. He almost jerked, but cleared his throat, taking a moment to relax again. Your lip tugged up, he unconsciously moved closer.

You let him work in silence for a long pause, enjoying the night breeze. He gingerly cleaned each cut and scrape, gloved fingers grazing your cheeks, the slope of your nose, your lips and a whole bunch of other places you knew weren’t injured. You tried not to let your breath catch, in case that would spur him to stop.

Eventually, he stopped pretending to be using both hands, leaving his left one cupping your cheek ’to keep you still’. You leaned into the touch, allowing the softness of the moment before your next bounty or side quest came along. You liked when it was just the two of you, Mando talked a lot more, he was unintentionally one of the funniest people you knew.

You were shocked to find his company so enjoyable after all the rumors of him being only slightly more human than an assassin droid. Sure he was stoic, usually silent, focussed, but he was also kind, more compassionate than he would admit, and unwaveringly loyal. Dank Farrik, he made it hard to stay mad at him.

Closing your eyes (a big sign of trust for a sniper), you laid your hand over the one cupping your cheek, “Mando, I didn’t make this sacrifice expecting anything from you. I just wish you’d let me help you more, you don’t have to do it alone.”

“I hate seeing you hurt, more than I know how to explain.” His voice was gruffer than usual as he placed a patch over the split in your brow. Your hand on his knee squeezed gently.

“I don’t need you to protect me, I need you to know that, especially at the risk of your own safety.” You reminded him with a softness to your voice that you seldom used to anyone other than the Child. A thumb brushed across the peak of your cheek before moving a stray piece of hair so he could patch a scrape under the corner of your eye.

“I know that, ner kar’ta.” His tone matched yours: soft, gentle, intimate. Your head cocked to the side, but Mando wasn’t feeling up to explaining so he continued on, placing another patch across the bridge of your nose, “Still, I think I’ll stay on the job a while longer.”

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After dinner and chasing the pit droids out of the Razor Crest, it was time for some well needed rest. Mando had managed to scrounge up some light dosage pain medication when he stopped to replenish the medpacs. Not enough to leave you delirious, but strong enough to make you drowsy and a little loose with your thoughts. Nothing you’d regret, just a couple more direct than usual questions for you beskar wrapped bunkmate. You watched him putter around the cargo hold from your cot with half lidded eyes, as he went through and checked over everything the droids might have touched.

“How much longer?” You couldn’t help but ask, wondering if your days with the Mandalorian were already numbered. Mando’s helmet turned towards you before sliding the circuit panel back into the wall.

“Sorry, I’m almost done. Try to get some sleep.” He answered quietly, trying to minimize the noise he made as he moved about the small space.

“Not that.” You waved him off, the motion much clumsier, heavier than usual, “Protecting me- a fool’s errand by the way. You said you’d stay on the job a while longer.”

Mando sighed, moving towards his rack, the one with the closing door that he’d tried to give to you, but you refused. It was the only place other than the privy he could remove his helmet, you refused to let him give that away. He flicked lights off as he went, leaving only the dim glow of button lights to reflect on his armor. He was silent long enough that the darkness lulled you into a bit of a half sleep. Maybe that was his goal, still he answered you. Quietly, in that same reverent tone he’d said your name with earlier that evening.

“Every single day for the rest of my life.”

Exhaustion, blood loss, and narcotics dulled the effect of that declaration, but you heart still clenched at the sincerity of his voice. Your eyes wouldn’t open anymore and your thoughts were becoming increasingly sluggish with every beat of your heart.

“Thanks, Mando.” You breathed, listening to the clicks of his armor being disassembled and neatly placed away, finally the hiss of his helmet being disengaged, knowing it must be dark enough he wasn’t worried about you seeing his face.

“Din, that’s my actual name. You can call me Din when it’s just us.” He breathed into the night, barely registering in your mind, but you tucked away that information where you’d remember it tomorrow. You heart clenched again at his offer to you, showing how much he trusted you.

“Thanks, Din."

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Ner K'arta - my heart

now that's what I call shitty writing

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #the mandaloria/reader #the mandalorian x reader

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gingiesworld · 6 months

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Jewish Wanda Maximoff x Bad Boy M! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff was the school's sweetheart, everyone who knew her either wanted to be her friend or partner. Although she never truly wanted to be in a relationship as she was focused on her studies, especially as her father who was the Synagogue Rabbi. Oleg Maximoff was well respected among the Jewish Congregation in Westview, so his children were also expected to surpass the community's expectations, but there was one person who was quite the opposite.

Y/N Y/L/N, they were the school's bad influence, always skipping class to get high under the bleachers. Always taunting those who surpassed the school's expectations. They even had their eye on Wanda Maximoff, she was beautiful and they wanted her. That was all they knew.

"So, Stark is throwing a party on Friday." Nat spoke as she stood beside Wanda, leaning on the lockers.

"You know I can't go." Wanda told her.

"Just tell your parents we're having a sleepover." Nat told her. "Yelena will keep track of my parent's phone to keep our story."

"I don't know Nat." She whispered as she closed her locker, holding her books close to her chest.

"Come on." Nat pleaded. "I need my best friend there, besides, it's senior year. Live a little."

"Fine." She gave in as Nat squealed as she skipped.

"This is going to be so fun." Nat spoke excitedly as they walked to their next class. The two soon spotted Y/N, who sat in the seat at the back of the class. "You're in our seat." Nat told him as he shrugged.

"There's other seats." He pointed out as the two spotted one seat beside Bruce.

"But we always sit together." Nat told him firmly.

"Well, I guess you're on your own now." He smirked as he watched the two.

"Nat, just sit next to Bruce." Wanda told her. "It's only for an hour." Nat just sighed as she walked away as Wanda took the seat beside Y/N. He smirked as he watched her place her books down as the teacher walked in. "Aren't you getting your books out?" Wanda asked him as he smiled at her.

"I don't do books." He shrugged as she shook her head before turning her attention to the teacher. She soon felt his hand in her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You smell delicious today." He teased as he squeezed her thigh.

"Stop it." She growled as she pushed his hand away from her. "I am trying to learn."

"Of course." He leaned back as Wanda took notes. "Maybe you can tutor me sometime?" He questioned as he wriggled his eyebrows. "And I can help you in other ways." He whispered as he bit her earlobe.

"Ok, you will be paired with the person sitting next to you for the rest of the semester." The teacher said as she handed out worksheets. "I want you to work on the information I have given you to complete your project."

"Seriously?" Wanda whispered as she caught Nat's eyes, an apologetic look on her face as Y/N chuckled beside Wanda.

"Looks like we will be spending more time together sweetheart." He teased her as she started to pack her things. "So where shall we meet?" He questioned.

"Your place." She told him bluntly. "After school." With that, she hurried out of the classroom. Y/N smirked as he watched her walk away, earning a glare from Nat as they walked to their next class.

Although Y/N had bad intentions at first, he never expected to actually like the person Wanda is. The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself changing. He spent a majority of his time helping his Uncle at his auto shop, repairing cars and changing tires.

"You're spending an awful lot of time here." His Uncle smiled as Y/N came in after dropping Wanda at home after working on their project.

"I need the money." He told him as he started by grabbing the tools his Uncle needed.

"Or is it because of a certain brunette you've been hanging around." He smirked as Y/N shook his head.

"We're working on a project together." He told him. "Also, Stark is throwing a party tomorrow and I thought I would go."

"Ok." He nodded. "Just be careful and don't drive."

"I won't be drinking." He told him honestly. "You know I don't drink."

"But you smoke." He stated as Y/N shrugged

"That's different." He told him. "I do that for a purpose."

"I have offered to pay for therapy." He told him as they turned the engine over. "You don't have to deal with everything on your own son."

"I know." He told him as he moved to the next car. "I just. It's hard opening up so I like to be alone most of the time."

"Have you even bothered to talk to Val?" He questioned as Y/N shook his head.

"She is still out of state with her family." Y/N answered. "Her mom has been helping their Grandpa since his wife passed." He watched as Y/N walked away, throwing the rag on the side as he left the garage.

Wanda headed out to Nat's car that morning, a pep in her step as she threw her bag in the backseat. As soon as Nat started to drive, Wanda turned to face her.

"So, are you excited for tonight?" Nat questioned as Wanda nodded, a nervous smile on her face.

"Just a little nervous too." She admitted. "What if my father finds out?" She questioned as Nat shrugged.

"That won't happen." She told her. "We have a plan, you can call your mom before we leave, tell her we're watching Miss Congeniality, one and two after we have finished our homework. Then maybe we can watch A Cinderella Story before we go to bed." She turned into her usual spot. "And if your mom calls to talk to you, Yelena will answer and tell her that you're asleep."

"What if she asks to talk to me?" Wanda questioned.

"Well, I don't know." Nat Sighed as the two got out of the car and started their day. Y/N had taken the seat beside Wanda in their classes, she even spotted him defending her twin brother. Pietro wasn't the strongest lad, he was on the track team so he never did many weights, she eyed the two as Y/N helped him up off of the floor, biting her lip as she watched him check on Pietro before he disappeared.

"Checking out the bad boy?" Carol Danvers sneered as she stood behind Wanda.

"I was checking my brother." She told her before she walked away. "In case you didn't see, he was just pushed down by your friends."

"I know." She laughed as she followed Wanda to her locker. "And I can see that you like Y/N."

"What makes you think that?" Wanda laughed as Carol smirked.

"I can see the way you look at him." She snarled. "But he is mine." With that she left as Wanda let out a breath. Putting her things away in her locker before she met Nat on the field for cheer practice.

"Are you ok?" Nat questioned as the two stretched, Wanda only nodded with a small smile before they started on the routine. Of course Y/N watched from his spot under the bleachers, rolling his eyes as he heard Carol approach him.

"Hey babe." She sauntered over to him, taking the smoke from between his lips.

"What do you want, Carol?" He questioned as he tried to look past her as Wanda did the routine.

"Do you want to maybe share a ride tonight?" She asked as he shook his head no.

"I'm good, thanks." He told her with a fake smile.

"Come on, maybe I can do something for you again." She said as her fingers danced along his arm.

"No." He told her. "You only gave me head because you wanted to bum a joint from me."

"And? I still did it." She scoffed. "Wanda won't do anything like that, she's the Rabbi's good little girl."

"Don't." He growled as he pushed her against the wall. "Talk about her like that."

"Or what?" She challenged as he wrapped his hand around her neck.

"I will make the last of your senior year hell and you know it." He moved away and started to leave her as she gathered herself, finding his domineering side arousing.

Wanda entered Tony's house arm in arm with Nat. Watching how everyone was already intoxicated, making out or grinding on each other.

"I'm going to get a drink." Nat told her as she just nodded, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"You look out of place." Y/N said as they stood beside Wanda.

"This isn't really my scene." She admitted as he hummed.

"Soda?" He asked as he held out an unopened can of cola.

"Thank you." She smiled as she took it from him.

"Come on." He gestured to the yard as she nodded, taking his hand as he led her through the bodies grinding sloppily. "Nat dragged you here." He started as Wanda nodded. "What would you be doing if she hadn't?"

"What?" She laughed as he smiled, taking a cigarette and lighting it.

"I just want to know you Wanda." He told her honestly.

"I would be at home, watching TV or reading." She told him honestly as she watched him take a drag. "They will kill you, you know." She told him as he looked at the cigarette in his hand.

"I know." He told her. "It just helps me clear my mind sometimes."

"Because of your parents." She whispered as he sighed. "That's why you don't drink."

"I need another drink." He told her before walking away, Wanda felt bad about her words so she followed them outside to their car, Nat watched as she stood beside Maria.

"I'm sorry Y/N." She told him as he leaned on his car. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No." He whispered as he looked up, taking a deep breath. "It's not something that comes easy to me. Talking about it, my feelings. That just isn't me."

"You can talk to me if you ever need to." She told him softly as he just nodded.

"Do you want to go on a drive with me?" He asked her as she just nodded, watching as he opened the door for her. She smiled as she got it, only waiting a brief moment for Y/N to get in the driver's side.

"So?" Wanda questioned as he parked up at the look out.

"I like you." He blurted out. "I do, I just have this feeling when I'm around you. Like I don't have to be fake."

"Y/N." Wanda started as he shook his head.

"I don't expect you to say anything Wanda, I know I am not the best guy to be around but you make me want to be better." He told her, she only saw honesty in his eyes. "I just, you make me want to be a better me and I feel like I can open up to you."

"I don't know what to say." She whispered as she looked away.

"It's ok." He told her. "Don't say anything." He whispered as he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. Her breath quickened as he slowly leaned in. "Tell me to stop." He told her as he inched closer, his lips ghosting hers. She sighed as his lips touched hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing more as he never wanted to push her, nor make her feel uncomfortable.

As the days went on, turning into weeks. He would take her on dates to the movies, carnival or just for a walk along the beach. He also did his research on her religion, although he was an atheist, he respected Wanda and her family's beliefs.

Shavuot had soon approached and Wanda had invited him to come along to celebrate, so he dressed in a suit. Fixing his tie as he waited at the door for Wanda, he had already purchased a skull cap to place upon his head.

"Hi." She beamed as she kissed his cheek, he smiled as he saw Wanda in a respectable dress. Her hair flowing down over her shoulders.

"Hi." He whispered as he gazed into her eyes, oddly enough his favourite sight to see in this life.

"My father is already at the synagogue." She told him as she pulled him inside to introduce him to her mom. "Mother, this is Y/N, my boyfriend." She told her proudly.

"Hello." She smiled at Y/N, he gulped as he was visibly intimidated by her.

"Hi." He choked out as her mother smiled at Wanda.

"We should get going dear." She told her, Wanda nodded as she pulled Y/N outside, pulling him to his car as he sighed.

"I am nervous, Wan." He whispered as she chuckled, getting in the passenger seat.

"It's ok." She told him. "They'll like you." He just nodded as he drove.

All through Shavuot, Wanda watched as he listened intently to her father, his hands remained in his pockets as he spoke. She even spotted her father's smile as he patted Y/N's back, everyone seemed to like how he took the time to learn about her family's religion.

Even as the weeks passed and graduation was upon them, Wanda approached Y/N at his car.

"Let's drive." She told him as he nodded, the two got in as he drove to the lookout. Wanda unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face him. "I love you." She breathed out. "I guess I always had a crush on you but seeing how you were with my family and our religious traditions, I couldn't not fall even more than I already have." She cupped his face. "I am in love with you Y/N. I just need you to know before we finish school and move on to college or jobs but I do. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." He breathed out as he lunged forward, kissing her with love and passion, soon making out as their tongues danced together, but neither wanted to go any further just yet as Y/N wanted her first time to be special and he was willing to wait as long as needed.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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noosphe-re · 9 months

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Umbrellas and automobiles are different. Not just because of size, function, and cost. But for a reason we seldom stop to consider. A person can use an umbrella without buying another product. An automobile, by contrast, is useless without fuel, oil, repair services, spare parts, not to mention streets and roads. The humble umbrella, therefore, is a rugged individual, so to speak, delivering value to its user irrespective of any other product. The mighty auto, by contrast, is a team player completely dependent on other products. So is a razor blade, a tape recorder, a refrigerator, and thousands of other products that work only when combined with others. The television set would stare blankly into the living room if someone somewhere were not transmitting images to it. Even the lowly closet hanger presupposes a rack or bar to hang it on. Each of these is part of a product system. It is precisely their systemic nature that is their main source of economic value. And just as "team players" must play by certain agreed-on rules, systemic products need standards to work. A three-pronged electrical plug doesn't help much if all the wall sockets have only two slots. This distinction between stand-alone and systemic products throws revealing light on an issue that is widening today's information wars all around the world. The French call it la guerre des normes—“the war over standards." Battles over standards are raging in industries as diverse as medical technology, industrial pressure vessels, and cameras.

Alvin Toffler, Powershift: Knowledge, Wealth, and Power at the Edge of the 21st Century

#quote #Alvin Toffler #Toffler #power #powershift #technology #standards #automotive #umbrellas #systems #products #product design #industry #cars

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tennessoui · 3 months

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Kit! What about a clark kent / lois lane au? Ahh. Either way would work for the boys, but i think a pushy, snarky, witty and charming Obi-Wan/Lois Lane reporter with Anakin being the bumbling Clark Kent lol 👀

I’m all for a superhero au but let’s play around with it a bit!

what about an au where anakin is the superhero with a secret identity and a job as a mechanic and obi-wan is a journalist or photographer who just happens to be around a lot of disasters…like so many….it’s almost suspicious……

Anakin rescues him from the first disaster when he’s at a coffeeshop that a villain targets and obi-wan (in a very dignified way appropriate for a 40 year old) gets a little crush on the superhero

he’s a photographer or journalist anyway so it’s pretty understandable for him to be rushing towards disasters for a scoop which also leads to anakin as superhero having to save him/noticing him at so many different crime scenes

and anakin is a bit more suspicious because he has a lot to lose and needs to protect his loved ones, so he doesn’t even realize obi-wan is a journalist or reporter, he thinks he’s perhaps an undercover villain with arch nemesis material

and it all gets more suspicious when reporter obi-wan’s car breaks down and he takes it to anakin’s auto repair shop—is this arch nemesis hot ginger slyly telling anakin he knows his secret identity???

better kidnap him for more information!

(anakin, oblivious to many human customs and unable to tell when someone is attracted to him, accidentally kidnaps obi-wan on Valentine’s Day)

(Obi-Wan thinks it’s rather rude to not give a heads up or ask for explicit consent, but he’s not going to complain)

#asks #obikin #superhero au #anakin here has like. Batman levels of suspicion #with none of his cool calculating logic #spider man levels of wit #and Superman origin story I’m guessing

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anna-hawk · 3 months

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Red Blossom

Based on a deliciously hot fanart by @nkeiiin, whose art never stops inspiring me 🧡🧡🧡

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: Frank Castle has an auto repair shop next to flower shop owner Matt Murdock. Frank finds himself regularly observing the florist moving easily through his plants and flowers. They haven't talked a lot, but after they mutually help each other out, they slowly get closer.

Rating: E 🔞 // Status: 6/6 // Current WC: 26,9k

Tags and warnings: Alternate Universe – No powers, Flower shop AU, Mechanic!Frank, Florist!Matt, slow burn, friends to lovers, fluff, explicit content, semi-public sex

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Excerpt:

Frank was sitting at his desk in the manager’s office, and taking a long drag from his mug of coffee while he browsed through the more urgent invoices he had to send out. A loud, metal sound coming from outside his repair shop had him lifting his head and turning it towards the source of the noise. His office’s window was giving onto the corner of the narrow alley running to one side of his building. Right next to Frank’s shop and across that alley, was a flower shop, where Frank was currently watching a man in the process of rolling up the rolling shutters. Frank checked the time on his wristwatch and smiled to himself; 7.30 on the dot. The flower shop owner always arrived at the same time, right on time, five times a week. Since he tended to get to work before 7AM on most days, Frank had had the time to notice the ritual of his neighbor in the six months since he’d opened the repair shop in Hell’s Kitchen. During that time, they had exchanged a few quick words, but Frank hadn’t found out much more about him, both of them busy with their respective jobs. He knew the obvious, like his name, since it was written underneath the shop name on the storefront, that he was punctual, and most of all, that he was blind. The latter information was something that had Frank speechless whenever he saw Matt Murdock gracefully navigating the flower displays outside the shop, a large pot or vase in each arm, or showing his customers to this or that plant and flower, with no sign of the white cane he used when he arrived or left.

After outgrowing his previous auto repair shop in Queens and opening this one right next to a florist, Frank had expected Murdock to complain about the noise and the smells. Frank had walked up to the flower shop a couple of days after they’d opened up for business, to introduce himself and excuse any future racket. Murdock had smiled lightly and waved away Frank’s concern, but Frank had still waited for the other shoe to drop. The street they were sitting on was rather busy, meaning that Frank’s shop wasn’t the one making the most noise, but the place he’d bought used to be a row of three garages and caused minimal disturbance. Murdock had never said anything, however. He’d even gifted them a small potted plant a few weeks in. The plant was now sitting in Frank’s office and one of his employees was taking care of it because Frank had no idea how to look after anything green.

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w: carthief!au

Your father doesn’t give you enough credit for how intelligent you are. Not like it’s hard to put two and two together when noticing the shady business and sneaky deals going down in his auto shop. Growing up in such an environment has you keen on paying attention to the smallest of details, and now that you’re older, having witnessed stolen car after stolen car coming into the garage before he’s suddenly making excuses and disappearing to handle business, you’ve come awfully good at pretending you’re unaware of what’s actually going on.

Though it’s no secret he lives a risky life to give you everything you’ve ever had. Through so many years of running a chop shop, having his crew steal specific, lavish cars and either selling the parts or shipping them off to foreign countries, he’s given a spoiled life for his ‘princess’. And with you being the only family in his life he cares about, he’s kept a protective, watchful eye on you, closer than most. Which is why his underlings know not to even look your way when you enter the shop, to either drop off your father’s lunch because you know he’s been too busy to eat, or to borrow his credit card for gas money and anything else you may need.

Not that you could ever mind. The less you know, the better. It’s not like you’ve ever paid much attention to the men working under your father’s command. The greased up, sweaty guys tearing the cars apart under the front that they’re only making repairs usually didn’t interest you in the least bit, other than hearing small talk when they think you’re not listening to get the juicy information.

It’s not until someone new enters the shop one day when you’re in your father’s office after stopping by to get the brakes on your car checked. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as your father speaks with one of his boys, informing them what needs to be done on your car, but you’re hardly paying attention to the conversation the second your eyes land on the brightest, widest smile. The moment the man steps out of the shiny, steel gray Porsche he drove into the garage, he cards fingers through the strands of hair, licking his lips before grinning to one of your father’s other workers known as Archer, and then patting him on the shoulder as if to say, “she’s all yours.”

Of course, he means the car and of course it’s stolen, which has your heart racing the moment the man’s eyes come in contact with yours. You try to ignore the way your insides begin to shake beneath his gaze, and somehow he looks much too pure to be around all the other car thieves and criminals. Even if you can notice the outline of well-defined muscles beneath a thin, gray t-shirt, he doesn’t look the part of a typical crew member of your father’s shady business.

His eyes narrow, obviously taking in the sight of you standing next to your father, sun dress hugging your waist and breasts and the hem barely covering your thighs, which he stares at for far too long. Even a smirk grows on his lips, causing your cheeks to burn hot thanks to his confidence, and obvious stupidity because everyone else in the shop already knows not to dare even think about crossing the line with you.

But him, well, he is either dumb, or incredibly brave, but either explanation still has butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you bite your lip and wish your father wasn’t around so you could at least say hello. It’s not until someone comes to his side to nudge him does he finally tear his gaze away, and you quickly regain your composure to turn back to your father, hoping you weren’t caught.

From then on out, each time you notice him in the garage, your body has the same reaction. Quivering knees. Flushed cheeks. Shaking insides. Biting your lip and fluttering your eyes, and he smirks your way to tell you he notices all of it. Funny how he can have such an affect on you when you don’t even know his name. However, there are three things you do know about him: he can hotwire a car faster than anyone else that’s worked for your father, he’s one hell of a driver, and he’s not shy in the least bit about letting it be known what he thinks of you. But the most important fact of all, he’s off limits, and even if the desires make it so tempting to find out who he really is, you know the consequences will be much more severe if anyone were to find out.

So you try to keep to yourself, attempting to ignore the way he looks at you whenever he enters the shop. Trying to ignore feeling the heat from his gaze focused on your body as you walk and trying to ignore the imagines that pop up in your mind of the two of you together when he catches you staring for far too long. Which comes as a surprise to you, considering you’re not experienced in the least bit in that field, either. Yet the intrusive, sinfully naughty thoughts continue to appear more often than not, and it doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re completely infatuated with him.

Still, with infatuation comes desires to get to know him better, and with that, you find yourself looking out for not only yourself, but for him. You never take the leap, knowing you would be risking him as well, and maybe he’s not as dumb as you first thought since he keeps his distance. Maybe his new found friends at the shop have warned him enough, or maybe he begins to lose interest when you don’t show up to see your father as often. Either way, it doesn’t stop the desires from flooding you and it definitely doesn’t stop the thoughts of the two of you together. You’re curious, and you’re hooked, and there’s a feeling deep down inside that screams you will get your chance soon enough.

And soon enough comes a month and a half after you first noticed him in the garage. A night out on the town with your friends for a birthday celebration turns into getting shots at a bar, and through your drunken, blurry haze you spot that familiar smile and muscles beneath a thin, flimsy t-shirt walk past you with Archer and a few other boys from the shop. At first, you’re curious if the group of men are there to celebrate after a big grab (you’ve heard that it’s actually a thing around the shop every once in a while), or if it’s just a casual night out.

Then the thought crosses your mind that they will spot you there, and worries of your father finding out you’re in a strange bar with your friends after downing one too many shots flood your mind. Of course, you’re an adult and can do what you wish, but it doesn’t mean you enjoy hearing his nagging when he only wants to protect his ‘princess’. As you sway drunkenly back and forth against your chair, you know he would suffer cardiac arrest if he knew how intoxicated you were.

But Tiffany orders another round as you groan, wanting to decline, go home, curl up with your cat and sleep, but none of the girls will allow it. It’s a time for celebration, a time to let loose, and to hell with what your father thinks, they tell you. Giggling, you agree, ignoring the worries and Archer with his new friend, and downing the shot like a pro. It certainly draws attention to your table in the smoky bar, the other customers hearing you laugh and talk a little louder than you should, and it doesn’t help the birthday girl is wearing a sparkling princess crown the rest of you bought her as a joke. Unknowingly to you, certain eyes shift your way, and before you realize it, your little party is interrupted by a rough voice.

“Excuse me ladies,” you hear, blinking once, twice, three times but your eyelids are suddenly too heavy to focus, “we’ve noticed you having a good time over here, and we would like to buy you a round.”

Turning, you spot two men with their hands in their pockets and their faces hopeful, gazes switching between your friends and you and a slur to the words one of them speaks. You roll your eyes the moment you turn away, not wanting to be bothered by any random men and their unneeded drinks.

“No thanks,” Tiffany speaks for all of you, feeling the tension in the air and she’s always been the most bold. “Have a good night,” she dismisses them with a smile, but from the two continuing to linger, you can tell they’re not going to take it well.

“Oh come on,” the other butts in, stepping forward until he’s nearly towering over the friend seated next to you. “Don’t be like that. We’re just trying to be nice.”

“And we said no thanks.” her eyes narrow, not backing down from these persistent, obnoxious men. “Bye bye.”

“It’s just one round,” the first man chimes in, frustration growing in his voice and the tone makes your heart race. “Don’t be ru-”

“Hey, they said they’re not interested.” Another voice echoes from behind, much softer, but it’s stern, confident. “Plus, we got them covered, so you can leave now.” Your head jerks to of course see the new guy from the shop standing behind you, arms folded over his chest, nostrils flared, and brow hitched. Archer stays close behind, cocking his head to one side as if to question if there will be a problem, letting it be known he has no issue handling it.

With that, the two men receive the hint loud and clear, raising their hands and backing away to surrender in the corner of the bar. Meanwhile, the new guy and Archer stay put, making sure neither of them will be a problem if they leave, and Tiffany looks fed up with all of it.

“Well, thanks for that, but like we said, we don’t nee-”

“It’s okay, Tiffany,” you interrupt her defensive rant, but you don’t blame her. “This is Archer and…” Then your voice fades, realizing you don’t even know how to explain how you know them.

The new guy steps forward to offer his name, lips curling into a smile before his teeth are flashed, blaming the alcohol on the way it makes your heart beat at a rapid pace. “We work for her father.” He motions his head toward you, and the girls relax in their seats, understanding.

“Oh,” she mutters, glancing between the two of you, all before a lightbulb goes off in her head once she fully takes in his appearance. “Oh!” Her eyes pop, knowing he fits the exact description of the one you told her about so many times before. The wide, bright smile. The hair. And when he smirks, it confirms it that this is the guy you’ve been thinking about non-stop for a month.

“Well, if you will be okay, we’ll leave you to your celebration,” he politely informs, glancing down directly at you as his gaze lingers for far too long. When he licks his lips, a rush of heat floods your body, but you put the blame on the alcohol for that as well. “Goodnight.”

When the two turn to leave, Tiffany nearly jumps out of her chair. “Wait!” The urgency in her voice has the two men stopping, and you glare at her as a wicked smile forms on her lips. He steps forward first, brows raised, curiosity written on his face and you know whatever she says next is reason to murder your best friend. “Why… don’t you take her home?”

“Tiffany,” you say through your teeth, hoping he didn’t hear, but you need her to stop trying to set you up immediately.

“She’s been… not feeling well. And I know she’s tired,” she rambles on, not caring for the way you’re staring a hole into her head. If looks could kill. “I mean, if that’s okay? We’ve all been drinking and we’re not ready to call a cab.”

“Tiffany, please,” you groan, shaking your head and not daring to look up at him to gauge his reaction to the request. “He doesn’t want to-”

“I don’t mind,” he interrupts, catching you by surprise as Tiffany grins in victory while the other girls giggle. “I mean, if you want me to give you a ride. I don’t mind.” The rest of the girls and Tiffany smirk and nod, pushing you to go with him. They’re all eager for you to get laid, but maybe they wouldn’t be so encouraging if they knew who he actually was and what he actually did for your father.

“You don’t have to…” Your voice falls quiet, suddenly insecure and intimidated even after all those nights spent fantasizing about him. Here he is, right before you offering to take you home, and you can’t find the strength to even look at him as you stare into your lap. Your fingers tug on a loose string of your dress, biting your lip as the warmth floods your cheeks, too embarrassed to say much else.

“I don’t mind, really,” he assures you, and his soft tone finally causes your eyes to rise, looking through your lashes to see him smiling while already pulling his keys from the pocket of his denim jeans. “It would be my pleasure.”

You have a hard time arguing with that, standing from your chair to follow him out, but not before glaring at Tiffany one last time. She winks, telling you she’s confident you will be thanking her later, but in your drunken, head-spinning, wobbly-legged state, you somehow don’t believe it.

He guides you to the parking lot, hand managing to find its way to your back the moment you begin to lose your balance from the alcohol. This can’t end well, you tell yourself, groaning from the way your heels are now killing your feet and your dress feels so damn tight and uncomfortable. As you approach his car, it doesn’t take long to figure out it’s most likely stolen, which begs the question of who he stole it from to have the keys available. From the steel gray, curvy exterior sitting too low to the ground and shiny, matching rims, to the comfy, leather seats and sleek dashboard with lights that nearly blind you when he starts the engine, you know only a select few people drive such cars in the city, raising the risk of driving around so casually.

“Seatbelt,” he reminds you, but doesn’t give your delayed response time a chance to kick in before he reaches over you to grip the buckle, securing it around your body and clicking it into place. From him leaning closer, you catch a hint of his cologne, breathing him in deeper without realizing to wonder how he could smell so much better than you have been imagining in the last month and a half.

“Thanks,” you mutter shyly, nervously biting your lip while he asks for directions to your place. In an instant, you’re blurting out slurred street names, places, and a few drunken whimpers as your head falls onto the seat and your eyes close. You knew you should have stopped before the last shot, and you have a feeling future you is going to be more than pissed off at present you.

From his chuckle, you’re unsure if he knows where he’s going as he pulls out of the bar, but he says nothing as he presses the gas and takes off down the road. The engine roars, wondering how fast he’s actually going, but drunken you decides you don’t care. The only thing your mind can fall back to is your father finding out he’s driving you home in a stolen vehicle. Sober you will be worried sick at the thought, but that will come tomorrow.

“Is this car stolen?” You raise your head to peer at him, blinking to try to gather the strength to hold your eyes open.

“What?” He chuckles again, except this time there is hesitation in the laugh and the way he glances toward you.

“I’m not stupid,” you begin to ramble. “I know what my father is and what he does. I know what you do, even if I don’t know much else about you. I hear the gossip in the shop. So, answer me. Is this car stolen?” From deep down somewhere, you gain a bold new confidence, challenging him to tell the truth, but he only laughs with a shake of his head.

“Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?” He dodges the question, which earns an eye roll and an exaggerated sigh.

“You exhaust me.” Then you’re peering out of the window, watching the city lights pass, listening to the engine purr, and you don’t look over at him until he whispers his next words.

“I could say the same thing.”

“What?” Your eyes grow wide, brow creasing. “What does that mean? What have I done?”

“What haven’t you done?” He smirks, never pulling his eyes from the road, but his grip on the wheel tightens. “You always show up at the garage, in those sexy little dresses while all eyes are on you. And I think you like it. Asking daddy for money and swaying your hips from side to side, smiling, giggling. God, it drives me fucking wild and it only makes me want you more knowing that I can’t have you. That you’re off limits, and you like it, don’t you? You like driving me crazy, biting your lip, batting your lashes, and staring at me knowing I am thinking of all the nastiest fucking things I want to do to you.”

Your breath becomes trapped in your throat the longer he speaks, pulling the air right from your lungs and suddenly the car feels so small. His desires come to the surface to have you squeezing your thighs together and you know, just from him speaking, that arousal has already started to soak through your panties. You don’t even need to check to see how badly your body craves him, heat filling every inch of your skin and you’re suddenly so speechless.

He says nothing, but his jaw is clenched and his eyes are narrowed, putting all of his focus on the road ahead to not think about you finally sitting next to him, finally getting you alone, and finally getting a chance to speak his thoughts.

Your mind begins to enter panic mode after receiving the confirmation that he feels exactly the same way that you have felt for so long. It’s risky, and it’s dumb, and even though you know the consequences would be severe, all your drunken thoughts can do is remind you of all the nights spent thinking about him and what you wanted him to do to your body.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you stutter, looking down at your lap. “I never noticed. I never notice any of the men my father has working for him.”

Suddenly, he stomps on the break, stalling the car in the middle of the street just beneath a green light. Your eyes pop, leaning forward to take in your surroundings, afraid someone else might see a random, stolen car in the middle of the intersection. Or God forbid, a police officer hidden out of sight. However, nothing but a few parked cars and dim street lights accompany the two of you on the road, and as you settle in your seat, you notice his eyes trained on you.

“You don’t notice?” he asks, then reaches to snap his seatbelt free before leaning closer. “So you are trying to tell me from the very first time I saw you, you never noticed me looking, staring, dying to have you?”

“N-no,” you whimper a reply, losing all confidence from the little space between the two of you, his cologne filling your nose once again and his eyes seem so dark, so intense as he questions you.

He chuckles, licking his bottom lip as his eyes trail down your body, then back to meet your gaze. “Alright then,” he simply says, a smirk on his lips all before he leans closer, and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you. Your eyes fall shut, lips parting and waiting to feel him against your skin because God, did you ever want to kiss him in that moment. However, the only thing you feel is his breath ghosting over your ear. “But just know from now on that whenever you see me, all I’m going to be picturing is my face between your thighs, tasting you, pleasing you, and making you come until you’re crying my name.”

His words don’t even register in your mind entirely when he pulls away to stare into your eyes. Your body begins to ache regardless, so wet and worked up thanks to his boldness, speaking honestly and if you were truthful, you would tell him how you have been dying to have just that.

“And no,” he suddenly speaks, raising a brow as his hand rises to skim the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip before your mouth reacts, opening up for him, but he goes no farther, “I’m not going to kiss you. Not yet.”

He leans back in his seat as if it’s nothing, pressing his foot to the gas and continuing the drive to your place. You don’t even think you would have a voice if you did want to reply, but you know there is no use when he has said it all. It’s clear he’s aware you’re lying and it’s clear he knows just how to get you worked up. It’s as if he’s testing you, and you’re not sure, if he’s going to play so dirty, that you will be able to hold out.

***

An entire week passes before you see him again. You know you should keep your distance, wondering if popping in at the shop would be a bad idea thanks to his warning. Yet, you can’t get his words out of your mind. His confession spilled in the car seven days before only makes the visuals all the more prominent. Night after night you fell asleep to thoughts of him, even touching yourself once or twice while picturing just what he wishes to do to you.

When you finally make your way back to the shop thanks to a check engine light on your car, you’re a bit more hesitant than before. Luckily for you, he seems to be nowhere in sight as your father calls on Archer to take a look at your vehicle. And when Archer approaches, he doesn’t even make eye contact with you. It’s either thanks to him spotting you at the bar that night, or already knowing what happened between his colleague and you. Well, assuming, since nothing happened other than him speaking what you both already knew, but you know a man’s mind likes to wander.

“It will only be a few minutes,” Archer informs your father. “It’s probably only the spark plugs.”

Your father nods and Archer goes on about his business, leaving the two of you alone only a second before he’s making an excuse, lying that he needs to be somewhere at some time and Archer will take care of your car. You can only nod, having been through the routine so many times before.

When he leaves, you linger for a bit, watching Archer check this and that on your car between glancing at your phone over and over out of boredom. At least he isn’t around, you think, allowing you to rest easy without the fear of tension or someone catching on to the way neither of you can take your eyes off the other.

After a while, you realize the work on your car is taking a bit longer than imagined. Since you have a lunch date with Tiffany in the next hour, you decide to take the opportunity to freshen up in the washroom to save time and apply touch-ups to your makeup.

Once in the bathroom, you don’t bother locking or even shutting the door entirely before pulling your lipstick from your bag to reapply to your lips. You make a few faces in the mirror, grinning to yourself over being silly thanks to the boredom, all before beginning to fix a few stray hairs, putting them back in place.

Lost in your own world, you don’t hear the bathroom door open, but you do hear boots against the tiles a second before his reflection appears in the mirror behind you. However, he does anything but startle you, approaching slowly, gently, and with a grin on his lips once he sees you were checking your appearance.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” you whisper, watching him shut the door behind himself in the mirror. “If someone sees…”

“Your father isn’t here,” he informs you, stepping closer, and closer, and taking the final step until you can feel his chest brush against your back.

“I don’t mean just my father,” you warn him, a certain tremble rising in your voice from his closeness.. “None of those guys out there are loyal to either of us. If they decide to rat us out.”

“You think I’m worried about them?” With the question, he leans forward, pulling his eyes from the mirror to tear away from your gaze, mouth coming dangerously close to your exposed neck and you can feel his breath against your skin.

“You… you should be.” You gulp, eyes closing to ready yourself, hoping any second you will feel his skin against yours.

But it never comes. “If you don’t want to do this, then tell me.” Your eyes flutter open at his words, meeting his stare in the mirror once again. “If you want me to, just say the words and I’ll back off. I’ll never bother you again, but I need to know. I need you to tell me what you want.”

Another gulp fills in your throat, becoming much louder than the first before your head falls and you focus on the sink beneath your palms. You weren’t even aware how hard your fingers have been clutching the sides, fearful of your legs giving out if you let go.

And it’s all the little things that have you so bothered lately. The sound of his voice, his appearance, his need for reassurance, and his patience all have your knees shaking and your body aching for him. There’s no way you could get away with being with him, yet there’s no way you can deny how badly you want him.

“I-I do,” you whisper, taking a few breaths deeper than before. “I… I want it.”

“It?” He chuckles, leaning in once again for his lips to brush against your ear. “You need to tell me exactly what you want.” And his voice lowers, becoming so deep as he speaks you can nearly feel the tremble in your body.

“I…” you begin, hesitating, taking another deep breath before the next words release in a quivering exhale, “I want you.”

“Good, baby,” he praises you, bringing a hand up to brush against your hip. Instantly, a shiver shoots down your spine, not being able to stop the quiet moan that spills from your lips. He notices right away, a deep chuckle building in his chest as his lips skim down the exposed skin of your neck. “If you have that kind of reaction to me barely touching you, I can’t wait to see what happens when I make you come.”

God, you hated yourself in the moment for how inexperienced, how innocent, you were. He knows the perfect things to say to set your body on fire because no one has ever spoken such tempting words to you before. Him speaking his mind, letting you know how badly he wants you comes as something new, and in just a few words he has your arousal dripping once again.

“Will you tell me something, baby?” he asks, but doesn’t wait on you to say yes. “Has anyone pleasured you before? Has anyone made you come by eating your pussy?”

Once again, his words have you trembling, mind racing on how to answer him, but embarrassment floods you when you realize you don’t want to speak the truth. Suddenly you’re clutching the sink tighter, not daring to pull your eyes away from the white porcelain and gold faucets.

But he is quick to catch on, and from the tone of his words, you know there is a smirk on his lips. “That’s what I thought.” Before you can respond, he pulls away, allowing your tense body to relax even just a bit. “I’ll see you later. I gotta get back to work, and Archer is probably done with your car by now.”

Then your eyes grow wide, turning to face him as the realization sets in that he’s not going to follow through with his words in the moment. “You’re… leaving?” You blink, staring at him swipe his tongue over his bottom lip before smiling wide.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, stepping closer. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.” He’s so close that his hands find their hand to cup your face and his lips come crashing down onto your own. It’s urgent, the way his lips caress yours, yet he isn’t rough and he isn’t taking as much control as you assumed he would. The way his lips part before his tongue caresses your bottom lip has your mouth opening to allow him entrance. His heavy breaths on your cheek informs you he’s holding back, and the gentle way his thumbs brush over your jaw causes you to realize, even if those lips can speak such dirty things, he can be careful as well.

He pulls away to leave you dying for more. Without a word, he exits the bathroom while wiping your lipstick from his mouth, erasing all remnants of you from his body until he gets another chance to get you alone.

***

He knew what he was doing leaving you in such a state. Two days pass and you can barely stand the thoughts swarming your mind. His words replay in your head like a broken record to remind you how badly your body needs his touch. The feel of his lips against your skin leave a permanent mark of desire, knowing you need to see him before you drive yourself wild from the fantasies.

Lucky for you, you’re aware there are certain nights when the boys’ shift extends into the early hours of the morning. Small talk and future plans overheard as you linger around the garage lead you to being informed of the schedule, working until the sun rises to get the jobs done.

As you prepare to make a sudden appearance at the garage, you pray he is the one working. You can sweet talk your way out of it if it happens to be Archer with him, knowing he won’t ask too many questions in fear of knowing too much he’s not willing to be a part of. You throw on a casual, loose-fitting t-shirt and jean shorts, not wanting to appear as if you’re there for any other reason than to look for your father. You can play innocent, dumb little daughter if you need to.

Of course, you know your father won’t be there, always heading out by five o’clock every day, trusting his boys to get the job done and tear the cars apart. Your hands begin to shake as you grip the steering wheel of your car, nerves running high and heart racing as the thump, thump, thump reaches your throat. When you pull into the lot, a dim, yellow light shines through each of the small windows on all of the garage doors, letting you know that at least someone is inside.

Your knees quiver once you step out of your car, each step slower, more hesitant than the last as you make your way to the small door leading into your father’s office. You know it’s unlocked. It’s the only way anyone can get in and out if the garage doors are closed, so you gather the courage to head inside after a shaking hand reaches for the handle.

When the door gently swings open, soft sound of R&B fills your ears, realizing the radio in the far corner of the shop is turned on. Yet, you see no one, stepping inside to peer out of the windows of the office only to lay eyes on a silver Mercedes Coup with the hood popped, parked in the middle of the garage. Tools and a jack lie scattered around the front of the car, as well as a dirty oil pan you only notice once you approach the vehicle.

Still, the garage feels empty, other than the stolen car and the melodies from the radio softly echoing off the walls. And you have to say, you feel pretty stupid for even coming. You just knew he would be here, working on the cars or getting them ready to make the delivery to have the vehicle exported overseas. Whatever it may be, you didn’t realize how wrong you could have been.

It’s not until you begin to walk away do you hear a door in the back of the shop shut, followed by the familiar sound of boots making their way toward you. Before you even turn around, you’re aware it’s him from the chuckle that spills from his lips. As you face him, there’s a smirk on his lips and a brow is raised in a cocky expression, noticing him drying his hands with a white towel to signal he’s attempted to wash the grease from himself.

“Isn’t it a little late for you to be stopping by?” he asks, words teasing you because he already knows exactly why you’re there. “Your father is long gone by now.”

“I… didn’t come to see him.” Gulping, you make the first move toward him, but it’s only one step before you lose the courage. “I think you know that, though.” Your sight falls to the ground, but not before noticing the way he licks his lips, then the sound of the hood being slammed causes you to jump.

“Hm, do I?” he asks, leaning against the now closed hood of the car, crossing his arms, and all you can do is nod as you take a few more steps toward him. “And what if it was someone else working? What if someone catches us?”

“I don’t care about that, anymore,” you tell him, chin rising to feign a certain confidence you know you don’t possess. And a flicker of desire sparks in his eyes, as if he finds your willingness to risk it all as sexy as you found his.

But he says nothing as you stare at him, only his hand rising to motion with two fingers for you to go toward him. Like a magnet you obey his command, finding your feet moving before you can even realize it and you’re facing him with just an inch between the two of you before you know it.

“And what did you expect to happen?” His eyes narrow as he speaks, letting you know he’s not going to make it easy on you. As if you were expecting any man that you took a chance on just to bow down and worship you. Though, you have a feeling he wouldn’t mind doing that as well, he only needs to hear the words come from your mouth.

When you fail to reply, his hands find your hips, suddenly spinning your body around until your ass is pressed to the hood of the car. His body traps you between him and the vehicle, for the first time coming so much closer to catch you off guard.

“Are you here because you’ve been thinking about what I said?” He licks his lips again, a corner of his mouth twisting into a smirk. “Are you here because you want to know what it’s like for me to taste that pretty pussy of yours and make you come?”

Once again, the bold words have you cowering. Your gaze falls to the dip in his black tank top, taking in the sight of his collarbones and the peak of his muscles. He grips your hips tighter, flexing beneath the hold and it sends a shiver down your spine at the sight. His voice, mixed with the words he speaks, the grease up to his elbows, the sweat from working, and the smirk on his lips all have you trembling in his grasp and he’s barely touched you. It becomes clear he isn’t good for your sanity, but staying away has proved terrible for your body.

“Is that what you want?” he continues when he realizes you’re not going to answer. “You know you have to tell me. Let me know what you want me to do so I know you’re aware of what you’re getting into.”

Much too eager, you quickly reply to him, the words spilling out before you can stop yourself. “Y-yes,” you exhale, eyes closing thanks to his gaze being much too intense to handle. “I-I want it.”

“Want what?” He chuckles, low, raspy, rumbling in his throat to drive you wild. “Tell me, baby.”

Gulping, you take a few seconds to find the courage to speak. He stands so close, allowing you to take in the smell of his cologne, the grease, the sweat that all becomes too intoxicating in the moment. You take him in, the scent, the sight, the sound of his voice, the words spoken, mind racing and already so overwhelmed before he’s even started.

“I want… want you to taste me.” Never have you spoken such words, heat flooding your cheeks in an instant, part of you wishing you could back out due to feeling so unlike yourself, yet most of you dying for it to become a reality.

“Taste you how?” His hand rises once again to brush his thumb over your bottom lip, finding it quivering in the moment. “You’re not being very specific. Use those pretty lips of yours and tell me what it is you need me to do and I’ll do it.”

As if he’s snapped the final string holding onto your composure, the words begin pouring before you can stop yourself. “I… I want you to taste my pussy,” you admit, voice trembling with every syllable, “and m… make me come.”

As if those are the magic words, his composure breaks right along with your own. His lips crash into yours, breaths deepening while groaning against your skin. You can’t help but to reach for him, pulling him closer with skin against skin, tasting him as his tongue finds its way to your own and his hand falls from your face to cup your breast. A whimper vibrates the kiss, wanting him so desperately after waiting for so long, not caring about anyone else in the world, if you get caught, or someone finds out about your secret.

His mouth trails from your lips down your neck, licking, sucking, tasting every inch he can reach. His fingers tug on the hem of your shirt seconds before its being pulled over your head, leaving you in your lacy bra as goosebumps flood your skin. For a moment, he pulls away to admire the sight of your chest heaving, nipples poking through the thin, sheer material, and the view causes him to nearly growl as his lips meet your skin once again. His teeth skim over your breast through the material, finding your nipple to tug gently and earn a gasp before moving on.

His tongue traces a trail down your stomach, circling your belly button once before he kisses your flesh. He begins fumbling with the button to your shorts, motions becoming desperate, so eager to have you and it shows with every urgent action. In seconds he peels your shorts from your body, followed by your sneakers to leave you in nothing but your lingerie against the hood of the car. With his hands beneath your thighs, he lifts your body, causing your back to fall against the cold steel to send a chill down your spine.

“You’re shaking, baby,” he tells you with a deep chuckle, hands falling from your breasts to your hips, leaving a few streaks of grease in his wake. Yet the sight of him lowering to his knees, eyes darkened, lips parted, greased up and dirtying your body as he begins to press open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh lights a fire inside of you. An ache settles between your legs, so desperate for him to touch where you need it the most, dying to have his mouth pleasuring you. “Are you nervous? Don’t be, I’m going to make you feel so good. And fuck, you’re already so wet.”

You don’t bother replying the moment his mouth makes its way to your mound, pressing light kisses over your panties to work your body up further. You can already feel how wet he has made you, aching and needing release more than ever. And as his fingers hook into the thin string of your panties, you can’t stop your legs from quivering no matter how much you convince yourself he’s going to fulfill his promise.

His hands fall from your hips to press two thumbs to your lips, spreading your slit apart to see your flesh glistening beneath the light. The motion has you whimpering, feeling even the smallest of touches resonating through your body, heat flooding to every limb as your walls begin to tighten in anticipation. He notices in an instant, groaning at the sight of your dripping pussy clenching while dying to be pleasured. You assume he’s going to tease you for longer, work your body up with the nasty words spoken and drive you crazy, but a flick of his tongue over your slit tells you differently.

In an instant, your back arches from the hood, a gasp slipping from your lips as your eyes screw shut. He repeats the motion, flicking his tongue up and down over your slit before his lips find your clit, wrapping around tight and sucking. Within moments, your mind is spinning. Whimpers of his name fill the garage, already so overwhelmed from his mouth on your pussy and he’s just getting started.

“I-I, fuck…,” you begin panting, rocking your hips against him the moment he throws both of your legs over his shoulders. You can’t help but to reach for him, needing something to hold on to as your fingers sink between the strands of his hair to grip with a tight fist. He doesn’t seem to mind, only groaning at the sensation as the response vibrates against your skin. “Oh… my God…,” you mutter, head rolling back against the car as your back arches once more, feeling his tongue massage your clit back and forth while his hands resume their position on your hips, holding you in place.

You can feel yourself dripping further, making a complete mess against the hood of the car, soaking his tongue with your arousal, and it only encourages him to continue. He’s relentless, circling your clit with his tongue and then sucking, only to resume messaging and quickening his pace each time. He continues to groan, loving the way you taste, the way you drip, the way you buck your hips, pulling his hair, and calling his name. He knows how much he drives you wild, and he knows how good he is making you feel, not wanting to stop until you’re shivering in pleasure and crying out for him and only him.

You’re almost ashamed at the noises you begin to make. You’re not even as vocal when you’re alone, but he earns every whimper, every moan, and every cry of his name thanks to his skilled tongue. He holds you tighter, feeling you trembling in his grasp, feeling your hips buck and feeling the sting of his strands being pulled too tight. He’s painfully hard, only imagining how it would feel to ease his cock inside of you, but for now, you come first. He wants to show you how good he can make you feel, wants to show you how he knows what your body needs, and wants you to know there’s no one else that can make you feel as much pleasure as this.

You continue to whimper, feeling the tension building between your thighs as his every motion from his tongue becomes electrifying. “Don’t… don’t stop. Please.” You know you’re getting close as your senses become overwhelmed and your thighs tighten around his head. He is aware as well, never pulling his tongue from your clit to make sure you reach your peak.

As if the final thread holding you on the edge twists and snaps, warmth erupts from between your legs to flood your entire body. The tension unravels, causing your back to arch and your cries to grow quiet as the first wave surges through you. Then you fall against the hood of the car, whimpering, muttering curses, gasping for air and riding out the bliss with your hips rolling against his face.

When he pulls away after you begin to come down, his lips are glistening with your arousal, which you notice behind fluttering lids, attempting to catch your breath in the aftermath of pleasure. Normally, embarrassment would overtake you when you realize he stares down at your overwhelmed state, trembling thighs spread for him to see what a mess he’s made, a pool of your arousal beneath you, but you find yourself too spent to care. A few kisses are pressed against your thigh, soothing the tremble in your body until you can find yourself breathing properly again.

“C’mon,” he says as he reaches for your panties he tossed aside. “I’ll walk you out before I get this car dropped off.” Suddenly, you frown, brow creasing as he pulls you from the car with a gentle grip on your wrists. His hand slides behind your back, making sure you can steady yourself enough to slip on your panties.

“So you’re really getting what you want and getting rid of me? Just like that?” You have to be honest, you thought more of him than that.

“Getting what I want?” He cocks a brow, staring down at you with a grin. “If I recall correctly, you’re the one that asked me to make you come.”

He has a point, so you don’t question him further, allowing him to help you ease your shorts over your quivering legs before assisting you with your t-shirt. Once you’re dressed, you find yourself in control of your body enough to handle slipping your shoes on by yourself, but there’s still doubts lingering inside of you.

But of course, as if he knows just what to say, he puts those worries to rest. “It might seem fun to sneak around, but I am dead if someone catches us. We both know that.” Then he laughs a moment before leaning down to press his lips to yours, allowing the taste of you to linger. “And I gotta get this car dropped off before someone makes a call to your father. I don’t want to explain why I am nearly an hour late.”

You understand, nodding and looking away before you see him reach for the rag he previously used to begin cleaning the hood of the mess you made. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, allowing the reality to set in of what happened and knowing tomorrow morning you will wake up and each second will feel like a dream.

You remain quiet as he cleans up his tools and dirty oil pan, waiting on him to be ready to walk you out. When he signals he’s ready, you begin making your way to your father’s office to leave, but his fingers wrapping around your wrists force you to pause.

“Hey, look at me,” he says, turning you around so your eyes meet his. “Don’t think this is over between us.” A smirk forms on his lips, eyes flickering with that same desire as before.

“I… wasn’t,” is all you manage to say, but with the way he leans in, kissing your lips and lingering for a moment to cherish the taste, he lets you know he doesn’t believe you.

“I’m far from done with you, baby.” The sudden deepness of his tone has a shiver racing down your spine, noticing his gaze shift to take one look down your body, then he continues to stare in your eyes. “There’s so many more ways I want to make you feel good.”

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petalstoashes · 1 year

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Sasusaku Smut Recs

sasusaku smut you probably haven't read yet

Green - pWITHp, Sensual, Vanilla, etc.

Orange - Semi-public, Light b/ndage, Soft k!nks , etc.

Red - BD*S*M, A/B/O, Hard k!nks, etc.

Purple - Dark Content, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (read tags)

+ Tender - pain_somnia @pain-somnia

So he ignored it as best as he could.

He ignored freckled shoulders and winsome smiles meant just for him. He ignored creamy thighs and slender fingers that pinched at the back of his shirt.

Those tender feelings weren’t meant for him to explore.

+ Happy Birthday, Sakura - Efaya

As they were finally left alone, Sasuke took another swig of sake, as did Sakura, sitting quietly next to one another. It was a peaceful silence, just small sips of sake shared between them in the dark evening, accented by hanging lights across the top of the bar. Sasuke put his glass down, his gaze returning to his companion. “The dobe forgot.

+ Hush - SouthSideStory @southsidestory

They have to be quiet. Sasuke's parents are only one floor down, and they sleep lightly, like most shinobi. It's difficult, though, when he's touching her like this and whispering loving words in her ear...

+ Bite Hard - MelliCity @mellicity

(Recreational Dr/g Use)

It didn't help that the w/ed they were smoking was going straight to her p/ssy.

+ Restraint - sparklyfaerie @sparklyfaerie

Sasuke does not often exert this kind of dominance over her.

+ Train Wrecked - Annonymous

(Public s/x, Strangers k!nk)

sakura would always catch the eye of a certain black haired guy during her train ride.

+ Plush - moontown

(light sp/nking)

"Basically, they were both a little thicker than they had been ten years ago. But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that they still wanted to f/ck like horny teenagers."

+ The Cherry Wood Armorie - Endoh

(mirror s/x, soft k!nks)

no summary

+ she's just like candy (she's so sweet) - iwasbitch

shikamaru was right, as he almost always was. sasuke really did want to fuck his head medic.

+ cream filled - brumel

(Threes/me (cursed form), double pen/tration)

Somehow, one night, Sasuke's cursed self manifests itself in the couple's bedroom.

+ good girl - brumel

(Thre/some (clones))

A mistake from Sakura makes Sasuke a very, very happy man.

+ Inside Voices - flipfloppandas

(Femd*m, Pegg/ng)

Sasuke does not need words to speak to her. Likewise, Sakura does not need to speak to get what she wants. Especially not when they want the same thing. That thing being her absolutely ruining him.

+ Shakti - specwrites

(D*m/S*b, Rough body play)

He never wanted a good fuck like he did after a fight.

Call it adrenaline, call it a literal lust for power, call it what you will; the woman writhing underneath him was only too happy to comply.

+ Thot Seat - moontown

Multi-chap (An*l, Bre/ding K!nk, Public S/x)

It was just a game that college kids liked to play, but as stupid as it was, it was also extremely informative.

+ hands on the wheel - brumel

The amount of times Sasuke finds something wrong with his car in the span of three months since he first visited the auto repair shop is insane.

+ For Him - silentvoicescryingout

It is Sasuke's birthday and Sakura offers him absolutely everything on a platter.

+ Summoning (Pareas carinatus) - pseudolily

(Teratonoph!llia (Snake-Human Hybrid), Bl/od play)

Sasuke has a secret — one he doesn't give out easily. Not to his closest friends. Not even to his girlfriend, Sakura. It's a summoning privilege, a power he is yet to use, but tonight he lets it out. And he lets it play.

+ Symbiosis - sokku

Multi-chap (Incubus, Vampire, Bre/ding K!nk)

A incubus and a vampire are unlikely combinations that shouldn’t work. But they make it possible.

+ Cake by The Ocean - chickenoodlesoup

(Teratonoph!llia (Mermaid), Bre/ding K!nk)

Mermaid Sakura and Human Sasuke have hot s/x by the ocean

note: i might recommend twitter accounts and twitter/priviter exclusive fics if this post does well.

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GrojBand Comeback Tour - Kin Kujira

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Note: When looking back at the show and remembering what Kin was like, he didn't feel that much different than his brother, but I guess that was part of why they got along so well. Anyways I thought that in this version, he plays more in his role as a genius, where he's more dedicated and prideful towards his intellect. Of course I'm still keeping him as a weird and hyper personal so that he easily goes along Corey's and his brother's antics, but he flips a switch when it comes to his projects. Let's say that something goes wrong with one of his inventions or if something offends his knowledge, he would be go on a tirade and start cursing left and right when he's alone, though comedically he would immediately calm down in front of his friends as if nothing happened. He never directly goes off or shown to have any kind of hostility towards anyone, but there is only one exception, Kim. Whenever Kin sees Kim, they both can't help themselves but get hostile and have this kind of pissing contest against one another to see who was more smart. Kin doesn't exactly know why he's so honest when it comes to Kim or how she gets on his nerves so quickly and the same could be said about her as well, the only one that seems to get a clue is Konnie.)

Role: Kin is one of the key members of Grojband, taking the many vital roles as the band's keyboardist, audio technician, and remixer; many of the final music productions is almost entirely relied on him. Along side that, with his knowledge of science and machines, he's also relied as the band's auto-mechanic for the maintenance and repairs for their tour bus.

Bio: Kin lived in Japan most of his life with her brother Kon and the rest of the Kujira Family, along with another named the Kagami Family. Parents of both families were inseparable friends who spent many years together, thus he and his brother grew up knowing the children of the other family, Kim and Konnie. Kin was fond with Konnie and treated her like family, but for he couldn't quite get along with Kim. Whenever he saw her, he would start to flare up and butt heads with her over every little thing, especially when it came to academics. This is because unlike Kim, Kin was not born as a prodigy, in fact he did quite poorly in school to a point where at times even his brother would have better grades than him. It bothers him at times, especially when he compares himself to a natural born genius like Kim, but that didn't discourage him from improving his mind. Kin has always prided himself with learning and especially towards things he didn't know or quite understood.

For years, he constantly studied, analyzed, and improved all his effort in order to surpass Kim and show that his hard work could overtake her natural born talent; though she didn't make it easy and would gloat whenever she came out on top. As this continued, Kin would only grow from all his failures until one day he finally did it and beat Kim in a subject, that being music. His hard work paid off and since then both him and her would go back and forth trying to out due the other in all kinds of fields. Despite whatever awards or recognition either one gained from their rivalry, they didn't pay heed as they solely focused on one thing, each other.

One day, his parents were informed to be transferred overseas for work, so the Kujira Family, along with the Kagami Family, moved to America. With his weird personality, it didn't take long for Kin to get along with people in his first couple of days. He was quite the busybody as so many people tried to get him into so many after school clubs and communities due to his dedication and intelligence. But the one that finally got him was actually a band from his brother's classmate, Corey Riffin. Kon wanted them to play music together since Kin already accumulated many music awards from being a ceremonial pianist and a composer. He was hesitant at first, but after hearing Kon out some more and finally meeting Corey, he was more than willing to join up. After meeting Corey in person and hearing his dreams, his words resonated with Kin and made him really want to see what he'll do next.

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Top 3 Must Know When Getting an Auto Glass Repair

When it comes to getting an auto glass repair in Toronto, there are a few key factors that every vehicle owner should know. Here are the top three must-know tips to ensure a smooth and successful auto glass repair experience:

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moonlit-mystery-writer · 2 days

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My Oc's Relationships with the Arcobaleno

First and foremost I want to clarify that these are romantic relationships that all formed before the Arcobaleno Curse happened and it's one big polycule. For more information on my Oc, Celeste, here's the link for my KHR Oc Masterlist

I hope you all enjoy!!

Tw: Attempted suicide. I don't go into any graphic details or anything, but it's still there and a pretty pivotal point for one of Celeste's relationships.

@childe-of-saulot @myrmyrtheorca @lixenn

Skull: Why are we starting off with Skull? Why because he's her dearest childhood best friend of course! The two of them met very young at 4 at the circus Skull's parents were apart of. They bonded near instantly with each other. To the point child her was in complete hysterics and inconsolable when she had to leave him for days afterwards. As one of the two potential heiresses for her mafia family, this simply couldn't be allowed. So through events neither child understood at the time (*cough* her family pressuring his parents and the circus to give him up *cough*) Skull started living with his grandparents who lived in walking distance of her. She spend basically every second of every day with him. Her family didn't care too much, seeing her as just the spare in case her older sister failed as the first heiress and seeing Skull as just a plaything or her lackey. (This man can never escape the lackey allegations)

The two of them have been through thick and thin. They've seen each other at their worst and their best. She's why he understood flames pretty well even before joining the Arcobaleno and getting involved with the mafia. Celeste definitely fell for him first, but he fell harder. In their late teens, she even started to plan out their future together; 3 kids, he owns an auto-repair shop, and she's a stay-at-home mom who does mafia stuff on the side. The idea at the time flustered him, but he also loved it so so so much. Things took a turn for them though when her family figured out her sister didn't have strong enough Mist flames or illusions to take the position as boss, but she did.

Her time with him was limited, but he could see how much everything was draining her. Once a brilliant star who swayed with all kinds of music and overflowing with love and kindness was slowly decaying into a bitter rock aimlessly floating in the void of space. As a Cloud, he naturally hates things that bind and clip wings, for himself or for those he holds dear. So when she showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night begging for help and pleading for him to help her run away before she offically inherits the title of boss; of course he helped her get far away. This leads to the two of them joining a new circus.

Originally, they preformed a trapeze act together. Skull, having mild experience from his childhood, and Celeste, having done gymnastics almost her whole life, easily got used to this and learned everything like fish to water. They even made the hand signals to communicate with each other that Skull now uses to command Oodako! However, after a few months, both quickly got bored doing the same thing nightly. So they decided it was time for a change! Around this time is also when Skull becomes more of a daredevil. Celeste supports it wholeheartedly and does acts to compliment his daring ones, namely tightrope walking or occasional magic performances with her illusion.

A year since they ran away soon pass, Skull is now famous for his stunts and being immortal, both literally to those who know him and figuratively to his fans. Celeste couldn't be happier! Maybe this is finally the life they're meant to have and settle down in! Then one night, he simply disappears. Only leaving a vague note to her about Italy and a man with a checker patterned mask. Devasted and desperate to find Skull again, Celeste contacts her mafia family and takes the boss title to use their resources to locate him.

It takes her another year to find him, but when she does, she rushes to him and instantly tries to get him to come home with her. Something the other Arcobaleno aren't happy with at the time.

Nowadays, post-getting cursed, Celeste and Skull are still super close. She's not actively romantic with him (or any of the Arcos) anymore, because she's not comfortable doing so in his cursed form. However, he's still the one she calls up when she's at her lowest. He's still the one she shares good news with first. She's part of his motivation for getting his curse broken. (We ignore the creepy fact the Arcobaleno don't go back to their real ages in this household. Because what the actual fuck Akira Amano???)

Luce: Onto Luce!! As stated, the other Arcobaleno weren't happy with the fact Celeste just showed up one day and tried to take Skull from them. Namely because he was their Cloud and she was infamous in the mafia world at that point for being a run away heiress. Luce, out of the group, was the least upset about it though. Being the type of person she was, she did her best to understand Celeste's view of the situation. To her, Skull had simply run away, or possibly even taken, to join this group of strangers in the mafia. Of course she'd want him home. Luce understood this. But while she never let Celeste take Skull away, she did do her best to get the others to leave Celeste alone and let her tag along with them. At least for awhile.

However, when a rather nasty spat with Reborn ends with Celeste running away and Skull coming to her in tears and begging for her to help Celeste because she was refusing to listen to him, Luce stepped in fully. Finding where the woman had gone wasn't hard for the Sky in the slightest, the Giglio Nero family is expansive and she holds a lot of power even if she doesn't flex often as a grown woman. Celeste wasn't too upset to be found, having expected it, but was surprised to see it was Luce. She kept her distance, assuming the other woman would've done the same, only for Luce to carefully waltz her away from the roof edge of the restaurant she'd been having her last meal.

Celeste had been burned, figuratively, from her rather shitty Sky. She never thought she'd find a Sky she could fully trust. But Luce, in moments, proved she could and more. In moments, she fell for the woman hard. Luce, for her, was perfect and everything she ever wanted in a Sky and in a partner outside of Skull. For the rest of that night, Luce stayed by her side and even ordered them some wine to drink. Wasn't until months later that Luce learned that Celeste hates red wine. And when Celeste was simply exhausted afterwards, Luce carried her back to the base and let her sleep in her room. And after that night, Luce made it crystal clear to the others they needed to back off of Celeste and stop picking so many fights with her.

Luce didn't fall for Celeste and it was far more gradual than how Celeste fell for her. When they were finally together though, they quickly became an almost cheesily cutesy couple. Both out a genuine love and because it annoyed others in such a way they both found it funny. After two years of dating, they get "married". Legally, they're married to Reborn and Skull, however to anyone close to them and to the mafia world, they're the ones married to each other. It was a beautiful June wedding.

When Luce died, Celeste took it hard. However, she had to pick herself and her pieces up, for the other Arcobaleno and for baby Aria. Even so, all the grief comes right back to her on their anniversary, on Luce's birthday, and the date of Luce's death (September 8th, 11:59 pm).

Nowadays, post-curse, Celeste almost selfishly and greedily hopes that when the curse breaks, that it'll somehow bring Luce back. Don't get her wrong, of course she loves the other Arcobaleno and wishes they had their proper forms back again everyday, but Luce was everything to her. The light of her life. She'd do anything to have her back again. To be able to hug her or be in her arms again.

Viper/Mammon: At first, Viper was one of the Arcobaleno who disliked Celeste the most. They naturally distrust other Mists, especially ones with iffy reputations like Celeste. However, after the night Luce brought her home, the dynamic between the two of them started to change. The two avoid each other for awhile which turned into the two of them quietly hanging around the same room as each other, but never addressing the other. That then became the two of them having small conversations with each other and backing each other up when one of them makes complete lies about being a Mist or Mist flames in general for the sake of messing with the others.

Eventually, Celeste offered to pay Viper to take missions they didn't want to do and who are they to refuse free money? The addition of money to their dynamic together was the biggest game changer for. Viper fell for Celeste first and did not know what to do. At first they tried to pull away from her again, when they didn't work, they tried spending so much time with her that they were sure they'd grow tired of her. Celeste's not stupid and spending more time with them led to her own feelings developing. So, to help Viper with their crisis in a weird way, she asked to pay them so she could love them. This helped Viper settle a little as they were used to conditional agreements that involved payment. So for the first month of their relationship together until Viper fully accepted their feelings, Celeste paid Viper a set amount so she could love them lol.

Nowadays, they remain in as much contact as they can. It's not uncommon for Celeste to surprise visit them at the Varia base. Both tend to refer to the rest of the Varia, especially Bel, as their kids/sons in a kinda teasing and loving manner towards the group.

Fon: Obviously, Fon wasn't one of the ones who'd pick fights with Celeste even if he was iffy with her. However, he did tend to kinda ignore the arguments with her that happened around him. He of course felt extremely bad for doing so after the night Luce brought her home. Yet, the two of them still didn't bond right away. Then one night, he found her almost completely sprawled out on the couch, completely sore after a few hours of practicing her beloved gymnastics. Not only could he relate to the muscle pain, but he also knew just how to help her.

After that, the two of them started bonding over simple things like cooking and occasionally did warm ups together. There was no real specific moment or specific person who fell in love first. It was a sweet, gradual thing between them and they both realized it about the same time.

Nowadays, Celeste is in the most active contact with him. Namely because they have a kid together: I-Pin! As parents, they balance each other perfectly. She spoils their daughter rotten with gifts, food, and as much quality time as she can. Fon meanwhile teaches I-Pin discipline and independence. Also, kind off topic, my headcanon for I-Pin's real name is Yu. Which if Behind the Name is to be trusted means: 玉 Yu - Jade, Precious Stone.

Lal Mirch and Colonnello: Combining these two to make it easier on myself. Lal, even after the night Luce brings her home, doesn't bond with Celeste for awhile. Most of their interactions having been awkward silence between the two of them. Then Colonnello joins the Arcobaleno finally. He and Celeste quickly click together, the two of them bonding over being kinda outcasts in the Arcobaleno because they weren't actually chosen.

Obviously, Lal doesn't care if Colonnello has friends or even female friends specifically, but his tendency to tease her over being tomboyish while Celeste is very feminine does start to breed some insecurity. Then one day he makes the comment to her while Celeste is around them and she very shamelessly responds: "Why should she change one of her hottest traits?? If you don't want Lal as is, I'll take her."

Not only does this comment make Colonnello back track what he said, but also makes both Rains realize Celeste's been way more into Lal Mirch than Colonnello the entire time. Her explanation: "I know like millions more blond haired, blue eyed men with C names who've joined the military than I do pretty women with blue hair and red-brown eyes and L names who also joined the military."

Her bonding with them is a little awkward, especially with the rougher parts of Lal's personality, but she grows to love them nonetheless and they soon enough love her too.

Celeste deeply respects the fact Colonnello took the Rain pacifier for Lal. Part of her wishes she could've done the same for Luce or any of the others.

Nowadays, she doesn't get to talk to them often because they're both busy and rather reclusive for Rains. However a good chunk of the time when she does talk to them, she's either trying to convince Colonnello to get her a free trip to Mafialand for the kids or she's asking Lal to convince her not to kill Iemitsu/Lal's shitty boss. Obviopusly, this isn't every time, but it's a decent handful of times. She also considers Basil their kid together even since she met him when visiting Lal at CEDEF one day.

Verde: He never hated her before per say, but he didn't see the point in her hanging around. Then one day, again after the night Luce brought her back, she started poking around his lab. She didn't mess with anything she shouldn't, but she did take a great interest in his animal subjects. Especially Kaiman. In fact she took enough of an interest that she kept going into his lab to play with and take care of his animals even when he wasn't there. On one hand, it annoyed him she just kinda invited herself to do that. On the other, her taking care of them means he has more time to do experiments and such.

Soon enough though, without him realizing right away, her taking care of his animals turned into her taking care of him. Bringing him food and making sure he eats it when he's in his lab all day, having a first aid kit ready for any small lab accidents, coaxing him into his room and bed to sleep rather than taking power naps in front of his computer, and things of that nature. When her actions clicked for him and he calls her out, Celeste just pauses for a long time before reaching up and patting his head while informing him: "You were worrying the others and Kaiman. So, since I was already in there a lot to help, I decided to help you out more."

Not long after Verde lets his minor qualms with her taking care of him go, Celeste find his art. He's Da Vinci reincarnated, of course he does art occasionally! But he hardly sees why she's so amazed by it. He tries to ignore her comments about it, but she soon starts to give him little challenges around it. Like: "Did you really draw these hands? I mean of course a genius scientist can understand how hands work, but draw them?" or "Can you prove that this is your self portrait? It doesn't look like you anymore so I can't tell."

Verde, being the rather cocky and even prideful man he is when it comes to any of his works and talents, of course falls for these challenges hook, line, and sinker. Then one day he realizes she's gotten him out of the lab, with Kaiman following them on a leash as they look for a good background for a painting of them. When he finally questions why she cared so much about his art, Celeste happily tells him how much she liked the "old Da Vinci's" work, both art and science, so of course she wanted to see what the "new Da Vinci" can do in both fields. Then happily informs him she loves his work way better, even if she doesn't fully grasp a lot of the complicated science.

Needless to say, while Celeste did ultimately fall first, Verde fell harder.

Nowadays, they remain in mild contact. Though Verde never gives her any specifics on anything, he keeps in contact purely because he knows she's the type to try to track her loved ones down if they attempt to cut of communication for no reason. However, the last thing they tried to do together was save the Estraneo kids which ended a tragic bust, having been just a little too late to help them. At least the Estraneo in general were dead... This is another reason as to why he limits contact with her. He'll never forget how distressed she was and looked over failing those kids.

Reborn: I was going to jokingly call him the star of this show then realized I wasn't wrong technically. Out of all of them at the start, he was the worst to her. Not only was he naturally protective of the others, but he looked down on the fact she tried to run away from being a boss. At the time, he didn't understand it and didn't understand her. This led to the two of them butting heads a lot. Did he regret being mean to her? A little, especially the argument that led to her running off then being brought back by Luce. Yet, even after that, he struggled bonding with her. Even as the others fell for her, he either avoided her like the plague or still bickered with her here and there.

They did find their way of getting closer though. Namely, hating how the other sounded trying to communicate to them in their native tongue. Celeste couldn't comprehend how Reborn would butcher English and he found her Italian simply atrocious. For the longest time, their middle ground was using French as it was Celeste's second language and Reborn's third. However, the two eventually decided to fix the problem by tutoring the other in their language. It was... So fun and funny on top of actually helping their communication. Lots of pronunciation fuck ups that completely change what a sentence means or makes it complete gibberish, dumb jokes about how certain words sound, and more. By the end of it, they were definitely close.

Neither knew what to label the relationship though. Were they friends? It feels like more, but it's not quite love yet. So, in an attempt to understand the other better, both separately decided to track the other's daily schedules! Totally not stalking. However they both find there's big chunks in the day where they can't find the other. Neither figures out why until Celeste complains about it to Luce and Reborn overhears. That's how they fully fall in love; realizing they have similar habits to each other just in their own ways unique to their personalities.

Nowadays, they have the second most amount of contact. Namely so Reborn could be an active father in Aria's life growing up and now because Celeste deems Tsuna and Dino their sons. While she doesn't act lovey dovey with him currently because of his cursed form, she will still happily rag on him and tease him for things he's done or does in that way couples do. Tsuna and Dino don't know what's scarier, the fact she can get away with things like that or the fact it genuinely flusters Reborn at times.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr oc #khr luce #khr skull #khr viper #khr mammon #khr verde #khr fon #khr lal mirch #khr colonnello #khr reborn #khr arcobaleno #aaaaaaaa this took me a little over 5 hours

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