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philsservice · 7 months ago
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Wondering what does a car tune up include? Contact a certified auto technician at Phil's Service to schedule a tune up.
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elkrivertireandauto · 9 months ago
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Do you want to know how often should you get a tune up? Ask the auto professionals at Elk River Tire & Auto what a car tune up includes.
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autorepairhendersonnv · 2 months ago
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Wondering what happens when your car needs a tune up? Ask your mechanic at Rebel Automotive for more information about car diagnostics.
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clausenauto · 2 months ago
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Wondering how to tell if your car needs a tune up? Ask the auto specialists at Clausen Automotive if a tune up car is needed.
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expertcarcare · 6 months ago
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Wonder how do you know when your car needs a tune up? Ask the auto specialist at Expert Car Care Inc. to let you know when your car needs a tune up.
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expresscareautomn · 8 months ago
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How do you know when you need a tune up? Ask the auto experts at Express Auto Service & Repair to explain what a tune up car includes.
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aethercoreheart · 2 months ago
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rafayel | 11:44 PM
The whiskey burns as it slides down your throat, and you have to fight back a grimace. You set your glass down on the marble counter, sliding it away from you.
“Refill?” the bartender asks as he reaches for it. 
You shake your head and wave your hand. “No, thank you. I’ll get a rosé please.”
“Which–?”
“Whatever you recommend. The sweetest one.”
The bartender leaves you to go get the drink you asked for. You turn in the barstool so you face the stage. The band is playing a mellow, jazzy tune, and you watch, entranced, as the singer scats skillfully, her husky voice filling the hall. 
“Here you go.”
The bartender slides a wine glass towards you, and you reach for it while still keeping your eye on the singer. As you lift the glass to your lips, you drag your gaze away from the stage towards the dance floor. The floor is filled with couples dancing, laughing, some of them holding drinks in one hand as they do so. Your gaze keeps going towards the edge of the floor until you spot him.
There he is. Deep, dusty, violet hair. He’s wearing a vibrant red suit, embroidered with delicate flowers. He stands out from the other men in the room, who are all wearing some shade of black or navy blue. He’s surrounded by a circle of multiple men, for sure most of them at least a couple of decades his senior. You see him say something, and they all erupt in loud guffaws of laughter. One of the men playfully hits him on the shoulder, and he laughs along with them. You can practically feel the charm and charisma oozing from him from the other side of the room. 
As you’re watching him, his eyes flicker away from the group, and meet yours. He gives you a wink, so fast that you almost miss it. You lift your glass towards him and raise it to your lips, the rosé bubbling against your tongue. 
“Hey gorgeous, are you here with anyone tonight?”
The man with the violet hair has appeared in the seat next to you at the bar. His question almost startles you. He’s leaning into your space, his arm resting against yours. You smile into your second glass of rosé and take a swig of it.
“Yes. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we had a drink together.”
He chuckles, and he raises his hand. The bartender makes a beeline towards him, and fixes him a drink without a word. He nods at the bartender and takes the drink, raising the glass towards you. You tap your glass against his, their encounter producing a soft clink.
“You should have been by my side tonight,” he murmurs as he lifts his glass to drink.
You look at him through the top of your glass. “I wanted you to have your time to shine. Everyone wanted a piece of Rafayel, not Rafayel and his date. I wouldn’t have fit in with that group of big shot investors and buyers.”
“Ugh,” Rafayel scoffs, tossing back his drink. He clears his throat, and sets the glass down. “Puh-lease. All those big shot investors, buyers… they’re nothing compared to you. They were on me like vultures the whole night.”
You sigh and place your own glass down on the bar. “You say you hate talking to them, but you really are good at buttering them up. They looked like they wanted to eat you up.”
Rafayel rolls his eyes. “Exactly, that’s all I am to them. Another thing to consume.”
He hops off of his barstool, and offers his hand to you. You take it, and climb down your own.
“Dance with me,” he says, leading you out to the floor.
The singer has retired for the night, but the band is still going with slightly softer, slower songs. There are a few couples left on the floor - most of the guests had gone home in their chauffeured cars already. Rafayel had wanted to leave earlier too, but you had convinced him to stay for a little bit longer to enjoy the music. It’s not often that you get to dance to a live band.
He takes you to the centre of the floor, and places his hands around your waist. You grip his biceps, and you realize that neither of you really know how to dance. So you end up swaying to the music, just going from side to side, feet shuffling on the wooden floor. Rafayel pulls you closer, his arms tightening around you. You inhale deeply. He smells sweet and smoky. Like cinnamon, like whiskey. He leans into you, his lips landing softly on your forehead. You close your eyes, and you continue to sway, rocked along by Rafayel’s embrace. You let him push and pull you along, like the incoming tide on the shore. 
He takes one hand away from your waist, and places it under your chin, tilting your face towards his. You meet his eyes, and a warm flush spreads across your cheeks. He lowers his face towards yours, your lips almost touching. 
“I wanted to show you off tonight,” he whispers, his breath washing over you. “But maybe I’ll keep you to myself, just a little longer.”
He presses his lips against yours, planting a gentle kiss on them. He then pulls away slowly, now cupping your face with both of his hands.
“I’m sure they’ll be all over you too, soon enough. Could you imagine? I finally introduce you. The inspiration, the motivation behind all my creativity. The one that brings my paintings to life. My... my...” he grins as he pauses on his final word. “My muse.”
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chirpy-poppy · 9 months ago
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How would the ghouls react to PC wearing their dorm uniform ? I've thought about this too much for my own good. No pressure
Thanks for the prompt! I'm guessing you mean the uniforms they get at the opening ceremony and not just the colored pin/tie (although that gave me an idea, stay tuned). Hope you like this!
Jin - How to make this man’s heart swell. Jin has a territorial personality. Seeing you in the blue that makes you look like one of his (subjects) people makes him feel secure in his relationship with you. He’d stand a little taller than usual and suddenly gets the need to take a walk with you for “exercise” and totally not to parade you around, flaunting that you’re his.
Tohma - “You look very nice.” He’d make it sound like a platitude, but he truly means it. He already considers you as one of the people in his circle, especially since the two of you spend hours in the vault taking care of Frostheim’s internal affairs together, but seeing you dress the part would truly seal the deal. He’s not one to help others if there’s nothing in it for him, but he’d feel inclined to take care of you when you’re dressed like that. 
Kaito - “Are you finally joining Frostheim? With me?” Tears stream and snot drips down his face. Even after you tell him it is just for a mission, he’d relish in the fact that you are matching. He’d try to sneak away with you during the mission to go on a “date” in your “couple’s outfit.” 
Lucas - “What is the occasion?” … “It suits you very well, PC. You should wear this more often.” Your fancy Frostheim skirt is more cumbersome than your uniform one, so he watches out for you even more. Think opening doors, getting utensils for you at the cafeteria, and carrying your bags. 
Alan - Would feel uncomfortable. “You don’t belong here. It’s dangerous.” He’d send you home to get changed. As he’s fixing up a car later that day though, he’d let his mind imagine how it’ll be like if he were a normal guy and you can sit together in class, side by side, and walk back to the dorms together. 
Leo - Starts streaming as soon as he catches sight of you. He’d come up to you talking like you did all this just for him. Showers you with sweet compliments for his viewers. When he’s done though, he’d mock you. “Why are you dressed like me? Are you in love with me or something? Ew, please don’t. I don’t want to be involved with an NPC.” As if he didn’t just force you to be involved with him for a 20 minute stream.
Sho - “Senpai? Is there a mission?”He wouldn’t compliment you outright, but he might compliment the clothes. Might hyper-fixate on one article so he’d have an excuse to keep looking at you. “That jacket looks really aerodynamic.” “It’d probably let Bonnie go even faster. Want to test it out?” If it is for a mission, he’d actually stand up to Leo if the vice-captain opposes him being partnered with you.
Haru - Might actually cry. He’s probably the one who got you the uniform, and he takes it as a green light to get you to help with some of the tasks around Jabberwock. Of course, he’d customize the uniform so it’ll accentuate your… features. Haru keeps his eyes narrow so you can’t tell which way his pupils are pointing.
Towa - Very pleased that you match. During the day, he’d drag you everywhere with him because you are twinning, and twins do everything together. He’d even drag you across the mud because Haru cannot complain about him getting your actual uniform dirty now. At night, he tells you how adorable you are. He’d note how the clothes don’t make the person since he’s very strong but you still look so weak in the jumpsuit.
Ren - Confusion. Why would you voluntarily wear something like that? He makes a disgusted face at you and yeets away as quickly as he can because this probably means you’re meeting up with Haru, and Ren is not about to entertain “that clown.” However, the next time he has to put on his own jumpsuit, he’d feel less bad about it and his own situation. But then he’d stand in front of the mirror in his green get-up and wonder why he doesn’t look nearly as cute as you in it.
Taiga - Might mistake you for a Sinostra student. He’d have an even harder time trying to remember who you are since he’s not used to you wearing those clothes. When he finally comes around his memories, he’d pull you into his lap to play poker as usual. He doesn’t have much of an eye for fashion anyway, so he wouldn’t act much differently than usual.
Romeo - “Huh. You finally don’t look like you walked out of the dumpster.” Takes you to his office to take a good look at your outfit. Will give a few critiques (obviously), but also will help you fix up your fit. By the end of the day, you are ready for the Met Gala. He might even pamper you a little bit, doing a face mask with you and dabbing some serum onto your face. You’d feel like a million dollar purse poodle, but you’re his million dollar purse poodle, and he’d personally make sure you look the part.
Ritsu - Boy’s elated. Takes it as a sign you are committing to Sinostra and bringing them the Laurel Crown as his business partner. The fact that you look stunning in it is but the fine print of this whole thing. However, if you’ve ever met Ritsu, you’d know he pays close attention to fine print.
Subaru - Tea party! He’d quickly put on his own robes if he isn’t in them already and bring you to Hotarubi’s terrace with some fancy daifuku and tea. “You look very nice, PC.” He finds eye contact a little easier that day. In fact, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. Despite his social awkwardness, the beauty and grace you extruded while in those robes spoke to his kabuki culture and had him enraptured.
Haku - He was probably the one who tricked you into putting on the garment with the Fox Robe. “Now we look like a couple,” he’d say with a wink. He’d do this around the time of the spring festival so now you ‘have’ to go visit it together otherwise it’ll be such a waste of a good opportunity. Walks under cherry blossom trees so he can pick petals out of your hair for you. Oh no! There’s too many people here. Better hold hands so you don’t get lost!
Zenji - “You look like an absolute doll, my dear!” Walks/floats in circles around you like a satellite, taking in your new look from all angles. “You look like the first flower that blooms after a harsh winter! You breathe life and hope into the hopeless!” Non-stop poetic(?) compliments accompanied by a biwa. Expect to have your ears burning by the end of the day.
Ed - “This reminds me of the gothic era. I must say though, you manage to pull it off better than most of the children I saw back in the days.” There’s a video playing on his tablet, but he’s watching you instead as you go about cleaning his room. Might actually remember to warn you about mysterious liquids in his room so you don’t soil your clothes. 
Rui - You were supposed to look ghoulish and scary in your Obscuary get up, but Rui still finds you super cute. Then again, he finds you cute even when you’re just breathing. Takes a million pictures together. “PC, this just calls for a romantic walk through a graveyard. They say fear makes the heart grow closer!” He’d insist you stay over for the full Obscuary experience. You’d wake up to a full spread of breakfast and another Obscuary outfit hand tailored by yours truly.
Lyca - “You’re wearing more fur than usual. And more purple. Hey! Are you joining our house?” Lil pup would be so excited but try to hide it beneath his scowl. Since he didn’t get placed into the same house as Subaru, he really wants a friend as a dorm mate. Since you are human, he’d also be happy that Obscuary seems less like a place for creatures.
Yuri - “Don’t think you can become the assistant of the great Yuri Isami just because you are dressed like that.” Despite what he says, Yuri would take you around Mortkranken, showing you all the specimens and teaching you how to use the machines. “You better come back here tomorrow immediately after class so you can put some of what you learned to good use. You’d better not waste my efforts!” Oh, and you better wear that outfit again too. You’re supposed to wear lab attire in the lab, after all.
Jiro - “Take it off.” What he meant is for you to put on the patient gown so he can conduct his examination. The patient gown is basically your Mortkranken uniform any other day since that’s all you’re in whenever you go there.
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bumblesimagines · 3 months ago
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you didn't like that comment, huh.
is that what you really think of me?
you don't make this whole love thing any easier.
rafe cameron
Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader
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(Y/N) couldn't remember when or how he managed to befriend the cruel Kook Prince of Figure Eight, but ever since the fateful day Rafe decided they were pals, he refused to let (Y/N) have a moment of peace.
No matter where he went, the menacing blond appeared over his shoulder with his fancy cartier sunglasses and stupid polo shirt-khakis combo, often complaining about one thing or another. Some days it was endless blabbering about how unappreciative his father was; other days, it was about Barry and 'their' business; but most days, his complaints involved his sister and her new friends.
(Y/N) wanted to be working on his car and listening to some good music, but then Rafe pulled up in his shiny red motorcycle, kicking up a trail of dust and dirt down his driveway. He hadn't even taken his helmet off before the complaining began, nor did he bother giving a proper greeting before rifling through his cooler for a beer can. He plopped his behind on the step of (Y/N)'s porch like he owned the place and began his usual spew. Rafe even had the gall to reach over to his speaker and lower the volume, something (Y/N) could only sigh at.
The only option (Y/N) had was tuning him out, as he did on most days. He hummed and grunted along to whatever Rafe said while he changed his car's oil, slipping underneath his jacked-up car and letting Rafe's words go in one ear and out the other. He wasn't sure if this was how Rafe treated all his friends, but if it was, it was no surprise that Barry barely enjoyed having him around. 
"And those dirty, fuckin' pogues, man. I can't fuckin' stand them. It's like, you should be thankful we give you jobs to begin with, and you repay us with puttin' a gun to our heads and- and stealing our shit and- God," Rafe sucked his teeth. "Good for nothings." 
(Y/N)'s jaw ticked, and he slid back out from underneath the car, his eyes finding Rafe's face. Rafe's gaze flickered over to him, the beer can in hand tilted to fill his mouth with its contents before he peeled it away from his pursed lips.
"You didn't like that comment, huh." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his features scrunched up from the sun rays peering down at him.
"Is that what you really think of me?" (Y/N) questioned as he got up from the floor, stained hands rubbing along his pants to faintly clean them. He arched a brow at Rafe, nearly rolling his eyes when Rafe clicked his tongue in exasperation as if (Y/N) were an obnoxious child. "A dirty, good-for-nothing pogue?"
"C'mon, man. You're not like them. You- You're different." Rafe argued with a loose shrug, a crinkling noise coming from the can when he squeezed it and tossed it back into the cooler. (Y/N) was really starting to get tired of his nonchalant attitude. "Don't be such a baby, dude."
"You ever considered that Topper and Kelce only hang out with you because you're a Cameron? 'Cause you're really fucking annoying, too." (Y/N) huffed, itching to slam the bottom of his shoe into Rafe's bike until something broke and he'd be forced to crawl back to the father he so often groaned about. Instead, he thumped up the porch steps and past the guy who reeked of expensive cologne. "You're not an easy person to like, asshole."
Rafe got to his feet, his brows tucked together in a frustrated furrow. "You don't make this whole love thing any easier either, (Y/N). At least I'm trying to make whatever 'this' is work, but you keep brushing everything off!" 
"What-" (Y/N) whirled around to face the spoilt blond, almost staggering backward from how quickly he moved. "-are you even talking about?"
"Us?" Rafe scoffed softly, unimpressed. "What else would I be talkin' about? You drink too much already?"
Whatever bubbling irritation had flared up in (Y/N)'s belly died, replaced by stunned confusion despite the sneaking suspicion he had an idea what Rafe was on about. "What exactly do you think we are, Rafe?" He asked, voice losing its previous heat and softening in the slightest. 
"I dunno... something? We've been on dates but you act like a damn prude every time I try something." His ringed fingers ran through his short strands, pushing them out of his eyes. "You're not the waiting 'til marriage type, right?" His nose crinkled.
(Y/N) wanted to laugh. "We're not together, Rafe. But, fix your attitude, and maybe we could be something."
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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 month ago
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Hiii! For your requests, I need to read a fic where we snap at tang. The reason he's mad in the first place is up to you, whatever it is, he's shouting, walking in circles in the room, and we just yell at him to stfu already and tell him this and this and that and how he should blah blah you get it. By the end he's silent and low-key hard because of how hot we look
I don't really mean angst with this request, just that tension yk? I loooove when big strong man get put in their place
Feel free to write this however you want, dialogue heavy or mostly descriptions, fic drabble or hcs, oh or maybe end it a little suggestive? It's all up to you love
love love love when men get put in their place😛 thanks for requesting 💌
READER PUTTING TAN IN HIS PLACE.
555 words. a little suggestive
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When he wants to be, Tangerine can be a man of many words: going off on tangents about something that’s rubbed him the wrong way or just complaining extensively about an encounter he had at the shop.
He often rambles on about his own irritations like a perpetulant child, leaving absolutely no space for you to get a word in edgewise.
And you love him, you really do. You could listen to him talk for hours, listen to his thoughts for days on end. But right now, you just couldn’t bear to hear it, especially when he’s so wrong.
Tangerine is briskly pacing the length of the rather grand living room, going off on a spiel about someone who drove into him earlier on. Moaning about how his insurance is going to increase for another person’s mistakes and that’s going to have to pay to get the dent buffed out. Many other things being mentioned that you’ve since tuned out.
But you were also in the car, you were there when the car drove into him. You knew that’s not what happened. But this is Tan you’re dealing with. It's not exactly easy to tell him that he’s in the wrong.
Yet, here he continues, rambling on as if he were innocent in the matter. Frustrations clearly growing. In yourself primarily.
“Okay,” you interrupt, though it goes unheard. So you repeat yourself, volume growing slightly. “Okay,” but nope, nothing. He’s unable to hear it over his own voice. “I get it!” you finally snap.
And that gets his attention. He stops in his tracks, head flinging around to face you — expression confused.
“Pardon?”
“I get it,” you repeat, forgetting to lower your voice through your own irritation. “I get the picture, okay? Jesus christ.”
He stands there with his hands on his hips, utterly shocked. But he doesn’t look mad for the raise in your voice. Instead he looks amused, entertained even.
“I was in the car with you,” you remind him, hands gesturing frustratedly. “That’s not what happened.”
“Alright then,” he walks closer, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you. “Tell me what happened.”
His body language appears calm and it’s quite chilling. His effort of biting back is something quite uncommon with him.
“Uh,” you pause, quite unsure how to direct your anger now that he’s seemed to quieten down.
“You had a lot to say a minute ago,” his knees part in a man spread, getting himself comfortable. He smirks, features amused. “Go on then, keep going.”
You shake your head and you laugh softly. “You’re ridiculous.”
And when your eyes fall from his, you see between his legs just how much he seemed to enjoy your little snap. All evidence before your very eyes. 
“Oh god,” you scoff as you stand. You playfully push his head, swatting him away when he reaches to grab a hold of your hips. “You’re sick in the head, you know that? Sick, I tell you.”
“You’re blue balling me here, man,” he calls out to you, watching the back of you as you walk away — heading for the stairs. “It’s not on.”
“When you’re ready to admit you're wrong… I'll be waiting for you in our room.”
He stands with haste, rushing after you. “I was wrong. I was so wrong.”
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lowkeyerror · 1 year ago
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The Family Business Ch.2
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister
Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.
An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.
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True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.
Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.
Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.
Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.
The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.
“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.
“What kind of delivery?”
He smirks, “Special.”
You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.
“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”
Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”
You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”
“The truth often does.”
Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”
“Mr. H.”
You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”
Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “
“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.
The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”
“Why the driver’s seat?”
He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”
While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.
You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.
Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.
She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.
Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.
Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.
“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”
He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.
Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later. 
Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.
You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.
“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.
“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”
Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.
“So, what the fuck happened?”
He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”
“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”
“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”
The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.
“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”
Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.
Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.
The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.
Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.
“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”
She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”
There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.
“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.
“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.
“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”
Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.
Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.
“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.
“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”
Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”
Any further pleasantries would have to wait.
“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”
Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”
Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”
This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.
Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”
She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”
Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”
Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.
Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”
“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”
“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.
You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”
Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”
“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”
“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.
You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.
Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”
Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”
“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.
Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”
She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.
“Pietro,” Dragos starts.
“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.
Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”
“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.
“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”
Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”
Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.
“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”
Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.
“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”
The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”
Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”
You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”
A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”
Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”
You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.  
“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”
Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”
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Late night car rides with Satoru Gojo
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The whir of the engine is slowly lulling you to sleep, the city lights flashing by. Gojo would have the radio turn to the perfect amount of quiet, his hand occasionally tapping the steering wheel to the tune. His free hand would be on your thigh, slowly kneading the flesh beneath his palms as he smiles to himself.
“We should do this more often.” That’s all he says, all he really needs to say. While Gojo is usually known as silly and unserious, he drops the facade with you. With you, he’s just Satoru. His simple words mask his true feelings, ones he hasn’t let out in a long time. He really means that he likes spending time with you, he feels safe with you, and he loves you dearly but he cannot let himself speak those words. Ever since he lost Suguru he hasn’t let himself be just Satoru.
Except when he’s with you that is. Sometimes he just drives in silence. Other times he speaks about his worries, his burdens in a shaky voice. No matter what you always give his hand a reassuring squeeze. For that Satoru would give everything for you. The more time you’ve spent together the more he wants to be around you.
He doesn’t exactly remember when it started. Probably back in high school, senior year when he got his license, he pulled up in a shiny new Range Rover and took you for a drive. Shoko was invited yet she declined, insisting she didn’t trust Gojo with her life yet.
The two of you drove around till 3am that night. Some late 2000s song was playing on the radio. You and Satoru have argued whether it was “We Belong Together” by Mariah Carey or “You and Me” by Lifehouse but neither one sounded quite right.
You had talked about everything during that drive. What happened with Suguru, how Satoru felt, what the two of you were going to do in the future. No barrier was left in that car that night. Once you both ran out of tears he drove to the only place open that late: 7/11. You ate greasy hotdogs and sugary icees before getting dropped off at home.
After graduation, life had meddled with how often you talked to Satoru. It seeemed to take you hours to respond to a text from under the mountain of homework and even longer to squeeze in a brief phone call. Whenever life got too hectic Satoru would pull up infront of your dorm. He’d grab your homework and let you do it in the front seat as he simply drove you two around.
Eventually it turned into a routine. Twice a week, usually in tuesdays and fridays, Satoru would pick you up at 11:00pm. He’d drive with no destination in mind. Sometimes you’d end up at the beach, other times in a different city. It didn’t really matter, as long as you two were together, nothing mattered.
Back in your college days the drive was to ease your stress. Now it seemed to ease Satoru, whether it was the routine of it or your presence, he doesn’t know. Just always expect the annoying car honks at 11:00pm and a shiny black Rover with an equally annoying driver waiting for you.
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