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Diesel engine repair service

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Address : 1439 W Collins Ave, Orange, CA 92867

Phone : +1 714-997-1955

Since 1986, ABCO Diesel Inc. has provided motorists in Orange, CA 92867, and the surrounding area with comprehensive fleet and diesel repair services. We aim to offer the best services at fair prices to quickly get you back on the road.

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Car AC Fixed In Thornbury VIC: Your Go-To Thornbury Car AC Service

Maintaining a properly functioning car is crucial if you want to have a comfortable ride. Especially in the summer months in Thornbury, VIC, having a well maintained AC system is required to having a good cabin temperature. It can ensure a pleasurable journey of yours. But in case you are confronting issues with your car’s AC system, there are specially trained mechanics who can provide the best Mechanical Service In Thornbury VIC. 

Comprehensive Car AC Repair Services in Thornbury VIC

In Thornbury, finding a good car AC mechanic is crucial, but we have a team of experts who are specialised in diagnosing and repairing a wide range of all types of air conditions in cars. They are totally equipped with advanced tools and technology, and with their experience, they can help identify any problems with AC, whether it is refrigerator leaks, clogged filters, faulty compressors, etc. 

- Refrigerant Leak Detection and Repair: 

When your refrigerator is leaking, that means it is affecting your car's AC system. Our best technician team has the skills to detect the leakage and locate the source of the leak to address it. 

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 The compressor is the main part of the AC system, and if it malfunctions, this can cause poor cooling due to the system failure. Thornbury AC specialists are specially equipped with the best qualities for detecting the conditions of air compressors and addressing such repair issues or any replacement on time. 

- Filter and Evaporator Cleaning: 

Over time, dirt and debris can reduce the efficiency and air quality of the AC system. Your AC system requires regular cleaning and proper maintenance, if it is, then it ensures the efficiency of the AC, which will provide cool and fresh air. 

- Electrical System Diagnostics:

 Faulty wiring can be the reason for lagging the AC, and our professional technicians can diagnose these issues and can easily make Car AC Fixed In Thornbury VIC. Because the electric system is the main power to function the AC system correctly, it has to be properly checked and maintained. 

Why Choose Thornbury Car AC Service?

Getting high-quality Thornbury Car AC Service and expertise is necessary for a better car repair. Therefore, Thornbury is the go to destination for all types of car AC repairs. Here are a few reasons why you should choose our best mechanics in Thornbury. 

The team of our experienced technicians and their expertise ensure the best capability of them to handle your AC with complete care.

Our team is using cutting edge technology and the best repair equipment to deliver an efficient and effective AC system solution. 

With a special customer-centric approach to prioritize customer satisfaction, they offer transparent communication. 

Having preventive maintenance performed by AC service providers can help avoid AC system issues. This can help with regular maintenance and ensure the reliability and efficiency of the AC. 

In conclusion, if you are in need of car AC repairs or any general Mechanical Service In Thornbury VIC, you can get expert technicians with a proper customer centric approach to keep your AC working smoothly and comfortably. Hence, enjoy peace of mind while having the perfect air conditioning in your car. Drive comfortably with us.

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Car Repairs

Affordable Car Repairs Shop

At Braeside Auto Repairs, we specialize in complete car repair services and keep your car in smooth working condition. We are VACC-approved workshop and well equipped to handle a wide range of repairs, from minor fixes to major overhauls. Our experienced team of mechanics diagnoses and fixes problems quickly using the latest tools and techniques. Whether it’s engine trouble, brake problems, or transmission issues, We guarantee that your car is repaired to the highest standards, providing reliable and affordable pricing solutions.

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Exclusive Auto Repairing is the best car repair shop in Dubai.

We specialize in all aspects of car repair and maintenance, including engine repair, brake service, suspension repair, transmission service, and more. We use only the highest-quality parts and materials to ensure that your vehicle is running smoothly and efficiently. Visit our website at www.exclusiveautorepairingdubai.com.

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pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 4.7k

summary: rafe helps you after your car breaks down

warnings: dead dove, do not eat. stalker!rafe, smut? (it's just masturbation + some suggestive stuff), rafe is obsessed, please read at your own discretion!, innocent(ish)!reader, again, stalker!rafe, manipulation, rafe gets the reader high on coke (she agrees, but he thinks some weird things), idk anything ab cars but i tried, also i've never done cocaine but i tried to do some research

a note: happy halloween.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You didn't understand what was wrong with your car.

No matter how many times you took it to an auto shop, how much money you spent, it kept breaking down. Your check engine light would come on at the most random times, even after just getting it fixed the day before.  You were spending all of your money on trying to fix your clunker, a 1993 Lexus LS400 that your father was certain was a waste of time. In the long run, it would be cheaper to buy a new car, but you loved it too much to say goodbye. The AC was surprisingly cold, providing much needed relief for the hot North Carolinian summers. It didn't take much to fill it up, and you had beau coups of trunk space. It was your car and that's all that mattered to you.

You had decided to take your car to a different auto shop, across the thoroughfare onto the mainland. You had thought that a fresh pair of eyes would keep you from coming back the week after because your transmission was shot again. The mechanic was able to fix your transmission in no time, sending you off on your way with a hefty bill. It was raining, a summer thunderstorm on the horizon, and you couldn't wait to get home.

You had just passed over the thoroughfare back onto Kildare when your car started to rumble and shake. You feel like screaming as you pull over, banging your palms on the steering wheel. Your car rumbles and shakes, smoke billowing out of the hood. You reach behind your seat and grab your raincoat, putting it on and putting the hood up. You grab your phone and turn on the flashlight, reaching down to pull back the lever to pop the hood. Afterwards, you step out, pulling your hood tight over your head as you lift the hood and prop it up. You look around, waving the smoke away from your face, but you don't even know what you're looking for.

Gravel crunches behind you as another car approaches, casting a shadow over your hood. You freeze, sliding your phone open to the emergency call. You look over your shoulder as someone climbs out. 

Rafe Cameron, Kook prince of Kildare, in his own navy blue raincoat. He raises his eyebrows, a small smirk on his face. “Having car troubles?”

You tense up a little. You knew Rafe, of course you did, but your interactions with him were few and far in between. You were on the sidelines for most of his problems with JJ, John B, and Pope, not wanting to piss off the most powerful man in the Outer Banks. You finally find your voice, fidgeting with the sleeves of your raincoat. “Yeah. I just got it fucking fixed, too.” You sigh.

His lips twitched, the ghost of a smirk playing at his lips as he looked at you. He had noticed you long before you had even crossed paths, but now, here you were. Standing in the rain, soaked and shivering. He walked over, joining you at your side, and he glanced into your engine, not even pretending to be able to fix it. “You know... this old clunker is gonna cost you more in the long run than if you just got rid of it. Might as well cut your losses while you can, angel.”

Your stomach flips at the nickname, but you ignore it. “It’s my car, Rafe, I can’t just like…abandon her.”

He chuckled, his gaze moving from the hood of your clunker to your face. Your big pretty eyes, your cheeks already beginning to flush from the cold rain. He stepped closer, pushing against the hood so it was angled more, blocking your view of the world around. He leaned against it, crossing his arms, and he stared down at you. “You can, you just don't want to. There's a difference. You like this thing. You're attached.”

You sigh again. “Well duh, Rafe, it’s my only car. I know that concept is hard for you to understand.”

“Is that any way to talk to someone who could help you?” Rafe asks, taking a step back. He glances under the hood again, although he’s just as clueless as you. 

“Help me?” You ask.

He looks over at you again, his expression blank. “I’m a pretty powerful guy, you know. It wouldn’t take much to… oh, I don’t know, maybe find you a newer car. Or,” his lips twitch up into his signature smirk. “Just pay for the repairs.”

“I don’t want to take your money, you know.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Why not?” He asks with a scoff. “It’s just money, angel. I have plenty.”

You sigh. You really don’t want to do this with him. “Look, just…thank you for stopping to check on me. I’m just gonna call a tow truck and wait out the rain.”

He watched as you turned to your phone, a heavy frown settling on his lips. That wasn’t going to do. Rafe suddenly reaches out, grabbing your wrist. “Or—“ he speaks before you’re able to dial, his touch firm but not bruising. “You could just come with me.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You say.

“But I want to,” he says. “It’s raining, you’re cold and alone, and you’re gonna wait on a tow truck who may not show up for hours. Your little car is about to get flooded. Come on, sweetheart.“

You hesitate, reaching over to put the hood of your car back down. “I don’t know, Rafe. I feel bad, you know? Making you drive me all the way to The Cut.”

“It’s nothing for me.” He says, gently tugging on your wrist to guide you toward his car. He looks at you from the side, his gaze taking in your worried expression, and he lets out a soft sigh. “You’re cute when you’re being stubborn, angel. But it’s unnecessary.”

You sigh. His truck did beat walking. “Fine. Lemme get my stuff.”

Rafe lets go of your wrist, watching you as you dig through your front seat, grabbing everything important. He crosses his arms over his chest, pulling the hood forward as his eyes run over your body, stopping on your ass, head tilting as he admires the way your jeans hug your body. He bites the inside of his lip, wondering what you would look like bent over his lap with two red handprints on your ass, slightly bruised from where his rings would catch the skin. 

Did he feel bad about constantly fucking with your car? A little bit. 

But was he happy that he now had you all to himself? Of course he was.

You were Rafe’s obsession, ever since he first met you a year and a half ago. He, at first, tried so hard to forget you, the little Pogue girl that had the sheer audacity to be friends with his least favourite person in the world, Pope, but as the days passed, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He started out by just thinking about you every so often, occasionally glancing in the direction of The Boneyard when he drove past, hoping he would see you in a bikini. 

Then, he started thinking about you every day, which turned into every night. He would lay on his bed, back against his headboard, and stroke his cock while scrolling through your Instagram feed. Just one look at you would send him close to cumming, and he can’t count how many times he’s cummed in his pants just from seeing you around Kildare. You had a few bikini pics taken from all angles, but his favourite ones were the ones of you smiling at the camera. Rafe has a favourite photo to jerk off to, something that sends him cumming all over his fingers after a few strokes. It’s a photo of you, taken from a high up angle, looking into the camera with your big beautiful eyes, holding a lollipop in your mouth. 

He loves it so much, it’s even his phone’s wallpaper.

Rafe wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to consume you, turn you inside out and fill you with just him. You didn’t need anyone else. You had him, even if you didn’t know it.

You shove your registration and some other important documents from your glove compartment into your bag, shutting and locking the door. You unzip your jacket, sliding the bag between your body and the fabric to try to keep it protected from the rain. You join Rafe back at his truck, climbing into the passenger seat. His car is neat, surprisingly, with only a tube of Aquaphor in one of his cupholders. Hanging from his rearview mirror, along with a car air freshener, is a Polaroid photo of him with his youngest sister Wheezie. There was also photo of you, which was now scurried away in his centre console, buried under a packet of Wet Wipes. He didn’t think you would appreciate that gesture, even though he did, and he didn’t want to scare you off.

Rafe takes the bags from you, carefully placing it on the floor of the backseat, his eyes running over you as you settle into the seat. His hands were shaking slightly as the starts the car and puts it in drive. He couldn’t believe this actually worked. He had been following you all day, tracking your phone as he kept his distance in his car. 

You didn’t even notice when he cloned your phone. Rafe had been tracking your every move for months, reading every single text and listening in on every single conversation. He knew it would freak you out if you found out, but he was just trying to protect you! You didn’t realise it, but you needed him. He was protecting you from the scumbags who were trying to date you. You were so sweet, too sweet, and he didn’t want one of those dirty Pogue bastards to take advantage of you. He had planned on making his move with you anyway, but your car breaking down was a gift from the gods. They were placing you right into his calloused hands.

The rain splatters against the windshield with a low tap tap tap, a steady rhythm that keeps the silence from feeling completely unnerving. The air is warm, the heat turned up high, and Rafe looks at you as he buckles his seat belt. “You better thank me.” His smirk is back, a wicked curl at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes. “Thank you, Rafe.”

He chuckles, glancing away from you briefly as he puts one hand on the wheel. “That wasn’t very convincing, angel…” His gaze returns to you, moving over the slope of your nose, your neck, down to where the rain has made your shirt cling to your chest. His mouth is dry, making it hard to swallow, and his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the wheel.

You look up at him, your head tilted towards him, your eyes big. “Thank you, Rafe.”

His smirk falters, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of your big doe eyes staring up at him. He bites the inside of his lip, staring down at you. He can’t believe that you were really right here, that he had you trapped right in his own little cage. There was something about seeing you look so innocent that made him want to ruin you. His breathing starts to come a bit harder, the urge to grab you and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe with your wrists tied behind your back making his entire body ache. He clears his throat before putting the car into drive, pulling off of the side of the road, heading back towards Kildare.

You notice his heavy breathing and his tight grip on the steering wheel. Your eyebrows furrow. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he hums, clearing his throat. His grip loosens on the steering wheel, clenching his fingers to alleviate the ache. He forces himself to relax his grip, taking a deep breath. After a moment passes, and the silence is heavy on his shoulders, he glances over at you again. “You ever done drugs, angel?”

You rub your lips together. You could be honest with him, right? “Yeah, once.”

His gaze runs over your face as you speak. God, you’re so fucking innocent, it was intoxicating. “Once?” he echoes, tilting his head slightly. “That’s adorable. What drug was it? Pot? I can’t see you doing anything hard core, angel.”

“Yeah, it was weed,” You say. “JJ got his hands on some, and he let me have a few hits.”

He glances over at you again, his fingers clenching as he tries to not show his jealousy. He hated all of your little Pogue friends, JJ included. He didn’t like the idea of you getting high with JJ -- becoming vulnerable. What if JJ took advantage of you? Rafe clears his throat, looking back at the road. “That’s cute, angel. Was that your first and only time?”

“Yeah,” You say, shifting in the seat. “I just… I don’t know if it’s my thing, you know? I had a pretty bad high. I thought I was dying.”

His lips twitched, trying to keep his temper under control. He had just gotten you into his car, he couldn’t scare you away. Of course that fucker JJ had a hand in your bad experience, he probably gave you too much and didn’t take good care of you. He would never do that to you. He would give you the perfect intro into the wonderful world of drugs. “That’s because he gave you too much, angel. A beginner should never go too far their first time. You need to start small, so you don’t have a bad experience. It’s all about moderation.”

You look over at him. “Well, it’s technically my fault. I took too many hits.”

Rafe laughs softly, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He glances over at you, his gaze roaming over you slowly, from head to toe, and back to your face. He had already decided that he was going to give you something, just to see you experience it. “What did it feel like? Being high.”

“I liked it,” You say. “I was laughing a lot, until I started feeling like I was dying. I don’t know, the floaty feeling… it was nice, you know?”

He hums, his lips curling into a slight smirk. He could only imagine what you would be like, all loose and relaxed, a giggly high. He wonders what it would be like to kiss you when you were high, how compliant you would be, unable to stop him. His mind starts to wander, thinking about the look in your eyes as he pushes his cock into you, all woozy and out of it. “Would you ever smoke weed again?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You say. “Just wouldn’t do it with JJ in the middle of The Boneyard again.”

“Good,” he says with a firm nod. He glances over at you again, the smirk still playing on his lips. His gaze is dark, his pupils dilated. He was itching for the right opportunity to show you something better, something that could get you addicted, addicted to him. “Would you ever try anything harder?” Rafe pulls to a stop at the red light. Turning left would bring you to the north side of Kildare, where Figure 8 is, while turning right would bring you to the south side, towards The Cut.

You hesitate. “I don’t know, Rafe. I would want to do it in a safe space, you know? Not at like a party or anything.”

He hums, turning right when the light turns green. “A safe space, huh?” He glances over at you, biting his lip. His eyes trace your face, how sweet and innocent you looked, and his mind was suddenly made up. He was going to introduce you to the most euphoric feeling of your life, and he was going to take care of you as you felt it. “What about if we did it? Just you and me.”

You shift in the seat again. There’s a sinking feeling in your gut, like something is telling you to run. “Do you just… have cocaine lying around?”

The light turns green. The car doesn’t move.

His lips twitch again, and his fingers drum at the wheel. “Yeah, angel, I actually do.” He glances over at you, noticing the way you were shifting. He could see the hesitance in your wide eyes, the look of fear. “You don't have to look so scared, sweetheart. I won't let anything bad happen to you. I'm gonna make sure you feel so good. Just trust me.”

You bite your lip, looking out the window. You had heard so much about Rafe from Pope, JJ, and John B about how psychotic, impulsive, and destructive he is, but he was being so gentle with you. You look back at him. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He turns his head, making eye contact. He knew you were scared, and it made his cock throb in his jeans. He was telling you the truth, of course, he would take care of you, and he would make sure that you liked it. He wanted you to come back to him for more and more. “You know, you really don't have to be afraid of me, angel. I'm only bad to people who do things to deserve it. I promise I'll treat you good. I will make you feel good, so long as you trust me, and do what I say. Can you do that?”

Your stomach churns. You shouldn’t do this, and you shouldn’t be in Rafe’s truck, but something about him made you want to stay. “Yeah, I can do that.”

His lips curl into a smirk, that same wicked curl as earlier. He was slowly breaking you down, making you do what he wanted, without you even realising it. He wasn't forcing you to do anything, he was just asking. How could you say no to him, when he asked you nicely? “Good girl.”

Rafe takes the left turn.

You let out a shaky breath. You were really doing this.

You look out the window as he drives through Figure 8, taking in the sights of the looming mansions. You glance back over at him as he drives straight past Tanneyhill. “Are you not there anymore?”

Rafe snorts, shaking his head. “Haven't been there in months, not since my dad died.” He glances over at you, the smirk still playing on his lips. “I'm living somewhere else now. A true bachelor.” He slows down as he turns into the driveway of a large white home that looked like one of many others that surrounded it, although, not quite as big. He pulls to a stop, pulling the keys out of the ignition and tucking them into his pockets. “Come on. Don’t be shy.”

You grab your bag from the floorboards of the backseat before hopping out, quickly rushing through the downpour to the front door. Rafe easily catches up to you, his stride much longer than yours. He leads the way though, pulling his keys back out of his pocket as he shoves the front door open. He holds it open for you, gesturing with a sweep of his arm for you to head inside. “Welcome to my humble home, angel. Make yourself at home.”

You stand in the entryway, not wanting to drip water all over his real hardwood floors. “Do you have clothes I can borrow? I don’t wanna get your furniture wet.”

Rafe smirks, his gaze running over your soaking wet body, his cock throbbing at the thought of how hard your nipples must be. “I think I have something you can wear, but yeah, you really should get out of those wet clothes.” He pulls the front door shut, locking it behind you. “Come on, I’ll show you to my room.” He grabs your hand, leading you through the empty house.

You follow him through the house, taking in the minimal, neutral decor. It honestly looked like no one lived there, the walls of the house were bare, the couches were all black leather, including the recliner in the corner. There was a large white rug in the middle of a living room, covering the floor. The kitchen was to the left of the front door, although it wasn't as barren, with stainless steel appliances and cabinets. The only personal things in the house were a large flat screen TV in the living room, a framed picture of a young Rafe with baby Sarah on the kitchen counter, and a hallway of closed doors that led to the extra rooms. 

His room is just as bare, although it’s a lot messier, boxers and t-shirts litter the floor and are strewn over an armchair set up in front of his TV and PlayStation. His bedside table is covered with empty plastic water bottles, a crumpled bag of chips, and another framed photo, although this one is of him and Wheezie.

“Cute room.” You say.

“Thanks.” He says, his gaze running over you again, his eyes lingering on your chest, imagining what your nipples look like before returning to your face. He walks over to his dresser, pulling out a green T-shirt and grey sweatpants. He tosses them towards you and you catch them. “You can change in the bathroom down the hall and throw your clothes into the dryer. Just set it to quick dry, okay? Otherwise, it’ll take fucking forever.”

You smile softly, holding the clothes in your arms. “Thanks, Rafe.”

“No problem.” He says, sitting down on the edge of his bed and leaning back. He watches you as you slip down the hall, headed towards the bathroom. Rafe waits a few moments, his fingers drumming against his thigh. He had been waiting to get you alone for so long, to make you his, and now, he was so close.

But he had promised to go slow, and even though it was killing him. He didn't want you to run away.

You peel your clothes off, hanging them over the sink as you change. You dry your hair with a towel before pulling Rafe’s T-shirt over your head. It smells like him; a warm, slightly citrusy smell that makes your head spin. You step into the sweatpants and tie them around your hips. They were a big baggy, but you didn’t mind. You put your clothes into the dryer and set it to quick dry before heading back into Rafe’s bedroom. You spin in a circle, looking at him over your shoulder. “How do I look?”

Rafe had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity, trying to resist the urge to go after you. He had changed himself, putting on a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He was almost half hard and as he watches you spin around, the look in your big innocent eyes, he has to dig his fingernails into his palms to prevent himself from jumping on you. He swallows, a dry click echoing in his throat, and he licks his lips, his eyes fixed on you. “You look good.” he murmurs, his gaze travelling over your body and how his T-shirt was loose enough for him to slip a hand under it without any effort. “Are you comfy?”

You nod, fiddling with the hem of the T-shirt as you sit down on the edge of his bed. “Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Rafe’s lips tilt into a smile as he watches you fiddle with your hem. You looked so sweet, his pretty little angel, all alone with him, no one to protect you. “You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re in good hands with me, I promise.” He scoots a little closer, looking down at you with his big blue eyes, his lips mere inches from yours. “Do you still want to do it?” God, please say yes.

“Yeah, of course I do,” You say quickly. “Just haven’t done it before, so I’m nervous, you know?”

God, he was going to hell for this. “I know.” He whispers, his gaze roaming over your face, drinking in every beautiful detail. His fingers reach out, gently brushing your jaw. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, angel. I promise.” He glances away for a moment, toward his bedside, toward the bedside table where he had a small bag of coke.

Fuck. This is actually happening.

Your back straightens as you crawl closer to him on the bed, watching as he gets out the bag of coke, along with a small circular mirror.

Rafe looks back at you, his gaze darkening as he sees you come closer, closing the space between you and him. His hand trembles as he opens the bag, using the edge of his credit card to separate the white powder laid out on the mirror. He couldn’t wait to get you addicted to him. He had wanted this for so long, had wanted you for so long, and he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “You gotta promise not to be scared, angel.” He whispers, glancing over at you as he grabs the rolled up bill.

You let out a shaky breath. “Is there, um…do I have to snort it? Or is there, like, another way? I just don’t know if I can snort it, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” He smirks softly, his gaze travelling over you as you move even closer to him. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at your question. He was going to love this. He straightens out the lines with his credit card. “I can rub it on your gums if you want.”

You nod. “Yeah. Okay. That works.”

He grins, glancing over at you as he pushes himself back, getting comfortable against the headboard. “Come here, angel.” He grabs the front of your shirt, pulling you closer so that you’re sitting before him, between his legs. He glances at your pretty face, his gaze dark and heavy.

You’re scared. He loves it.

Rafe grabs your chin, fingers squishing into your cheeks. “Open your mouth, angel…” You oblige and he grins. “Good girl, good.” Rafe licks his pointer finger before reaching over and swiping through one of the lines. “Alright angel, last chance, do you wanna do this?”

You nod.

“Good girl.” Rafe hums, grabbing your chin as his wet finger moves from the line of coke, rubbing it along your gums. His gaze flits between yours and his hand before pulling away. You looked so fucking good, letting him take advantage of you like this. “Leave it for a moment, okay? You don't have to suck or lick, just leave it in your mouth.” Your gums tingle, the taste slightly bitter.

Rafe watches you close, leaning back once he takes his hand away. He watches you intently, watching the way your expression changes as the drug takes flight.

He was in love.

The cocaine hits you fast, and you start getting squirmy, your pupils wide and blown out. He watches your face as you react to the drug, watching how your eyes flit around and how your breath comes in deep, slightly shaky. He leans forward, grabbing your arms. “Come here, angel, sit in my lap.” You can’t do anything, letting him move you around before settling you into his lap.

His arms slide around your waist, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you against him, like a precious doll. “Does it make you feel good, angel?” He asks, leaning forward, his nose brushing against the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You smelled sweet, and you were a perfect fit in his arms, so much so that he almost didn’t want to let you go. Almost.

You nod. You felt so good. Everything was heightened so deliciously, and you melted into Rafe’s arms, letting the scent of his cologne travel through you.

“I’m so glad, angel, I wanted to make you happy.” He whispers, leaning up and pressing a kiss to your jaw, his hands holding onto your hips, keeping you flush against him. He loves the way you move, how your body feels against his, how you were his. He wanted to make you want this again, and again, until you couldn’t think about anything but him, until you couldn’t go without it. Rafe kisses up your neck, hands sliding under the front of his shirt. Your eyes are fluttering and your whole body shakes as your ears start to ring. You squirm, and he grins, moving his head up. He gently bites your earlobe before whispering into your ear. 

“You did well saying yes to me.”

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part two is here!

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[anorlondo00]

✨ I drew fanart for my fic ✨ mechanic Ace and 12yo Lu ✨

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[robin-evry]

Heeeyyyyy~ it’s a me again, so just watched the Transformers one movie, and it got me thinking of what would happen if Yuu was a cybertronian/Transformer? Like alien robot that Can transform into a vehicle isekaied to a magic School? Imagine the fun! the chaos! They can pick up the overblot students and put them in air jail like a misbehaving cat! Ortho finally has a bestie!!!!

Sure thing, ask and you shall receive

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐍 👾🤖

Cybertronians are a species of autonomous robotic organisms originating from the distant planet called Cybertron that had their essences transferred into robotic bodies known as "Transformers".

Cybertronian!Yuu one of by far most unique students ever, they tower over most of the students. By cybertronian!yuu has received some modification in twst that helps them fit in the world more.

They can partially transform parts of their body into mechanical tools, like shields, scanners, or even small weaponry. This ability has led to some interesting duels in combat class, where they improvises with forms no one expects.

Cybertronian!Yuu sees magic as something like a digital matrix, with each spell having its own “source code.” While they may struggle with traditional spellcasting, Cybertronian Yuu can often rewrite spells or make unique modifications, leading to unexpected effects. This adaptability often puts them at odds with teachers, yet impresses friends like Ace and Deuce.

Cybertronian!Yuu can store and retrieve a ton of information like a living database, sometimes glitching and blurting out random trivia. Ace and Deuce find it hilarious, but it occasionally becomes handy, especially during exams.

Do you know the meme of the song I woke up in a new Bugatti, that's the first year riding on cybertronian!yuu on their transformation form. They have become their friends chauffeur around school pretty much everywhere.

Ortho + Cybertronian!Yuu : robot besties.

NRC tend to call them both a “tech wiz.” They often exchange “upgrades” and tech secrets, and Ortho even helps Cybertronian!Yuu unlock hidden Cybertronian features that they were previously unaware of. They’re like the school’s tech-savvy duo, making Idia’s life easier and sometimes scaring him with their synchronized techno-speak.

Cybertronian! Yuu has an “echo mode” that lets them record and replay sounds, which Rook finds utterly fascinating for tracking creatures or investigating mysteries. Sometimes, they use it to replay people’s voices, teasing Ace or copying Riddle’s strict tone. Grim once caught them imitating the Headmage and nearly exposed them!

Their system has an auto-translate function for languages, magical runes, and even animal sounds, making them NRC’s unofficial interpreter. This skill shines with Sebek, who tries to one-up them in translating ancient text, and with Kalim, who loves hearing animal translations from the Spirit of the Dunes.

Inspired by Pomefiore’s focus on beauty, they develop a “glamour mode” that projects holographic outfits, allowing them to “try on” new looks with a simple transformation. Rook and Vil are fascinated by their ability to shift appearances at will, and Vil even pushes them to “update” their glamour mode regularly to keep up with fashion trends.

Cybertronian!yuu is very curious about the world around them, since originally back in Cybertron there wasn't any organic like plant-life. You can find them being curious and browsing things that find them interesting.

When seriously damaged, cybertronian!Yuu has an auto-repair protocol that initiates a regeneration process. This usually involves a “recharging stasis” where they power down for a few hours to restore internal systems by transforming into a metal box to repair any damages coming to their body and database.

They also have the ability to heck or connect themselves into different technologies, they can see through the technology database as well copying the abilities of the technology.

They discovers they can use holo-projections to mimic voices and create illusions. With Ace and Grim, Yuu pulls harmless pranks like projecting an image of Crowley, scaring students into thinking he’s around.

During battles, cybertronian!yuu possessed a wide range of arsenal weapons. But one of their favorite styles of fighting is basically running over the enemies in their transformation form.

Imagine overblot Azul laughing and yapping about something, and the next thing he got hit by a vehicle as well putting their enemies in time out.

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[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Kid

You just finished another job. You could claim to be one of the best auto mechanics in the area, and maybe the best in the area overall. 

You've worked on classic cars, you've even worked on race cars, relays and generally wherever the opportunity arose. You even got your hands on a few vintage cars. But it was mostly about looks and it was mostly cars that weren't that old that you could handle. 

But now you're in the old oil slick chair wondering how you're going to manage it all. Less than an hour ago, you had a man who had brought with him a particularly old and well-preserved car, with which he wanted to win the vintage car competition that was taking place in a few days. 

You had no idea how much delicate work was involved in such a short space of time. You saw the challenge and while admiring the car you completely missed how quickly it had to be done. It wasn't until after the man said goodbye to you with a reminder of when he was coming to pick up the car that it hit you. 

You had plenty of time to order the parts, but you were worried about everything arriving on time. Once just one part goes wrong, it will mean a delay in the overall plan. 

Every day that passed, you got more and more stressed until you couldn't sleep. And when you fell asleep, you'd wake up screaming from nightmares. 

The poor sleep made it harder and harder to concentrate on your work. Sleeping pills, stimulants, caffeine... nothing helped. 

Finally, you decided to use a supernatural store that a friend recommended. She said they have help for all your problems, and they must have something for your sleeping problem. 

You hesitantly walked into the store and looked around. There were lots of books, crystals and strange things you'd be afraid to find out where they came from. There were even a few bones and mummified fingers... 

You were about to leave when you noticed a small section of stuffed animals. And they had a great selection. You originally wanted to pick up a blue teddy bear with a hairstyle reminiscent of the Ace Ventura movies. 

But eventually you changed your mind, as your attention was drawn to another teddy bear with fiery red fur and what looked like a robotic paw. He was wearing a black vest, yellow and black spotted pants, and goggles on his head. You picked it up and looked at it closely. 

You had no idea why, but you had the impression that this was it. That this was your cure. You walked with the bear to the cash register, where your eyes searched for the cashier. 

When she came in, she looked at you with a look of shock, almost fear, and asked you again if you wanted to buy the teddy bear. She was hesitant to sell it to you at all. You got the impression that she was as worried as if it were some kind of evil relic. In the end, she sold you the stuffed animal because, in their words, you chose it. 

At home you found that although the plushie's fur was pleasant to the touch, it was slightly matted and rough. The biggest surprise, however, was that the stuffed animal was like one big magnet. It didn't stick to his fur as much, but you couldn't say that about his metal hand. Anything that attracted the magnet stuck strongly to it. 

Since the day you bought it, the bad dreams have disappeared. Or rather, a young man with hair as fiery as the teddy bear's fur had defeated and destroyed them. 

It looked like he was looking for a fight with your nightmares. All he had to do was see one, and he'd grin with satisfaction, wriggle his fingers, and go at it. The nightmares preferred to run from him. 

Then when he had nothing to protect you from in his dreams, he'd evaporate. Despite that, you got the impression he wasn't too far away. 

You were incredibly grateful that you had gotten the stuffed animal, as you could finally get back to work on the veteran that required and deserved your attention. It had always been your wish to work on a car like that, and now that you were sleeping better and the stress had sort of fallen from your body you were working better. Not that the stress had completely disappeared, but now it was the good kind of stress that drove you on. 

Every day when you fell asleep, you had an interesting dream where you encountered at least one robotic animal or element. It always resulted in some great adventure that you ended up enjoying. 

You wondered what happened to the red-haired protector. Plus, you wondered where all the robots that guided your dreams were coming from, and one day you decided to find out. 

In your dream, you followed one robot back to where it came from until you got to this shabby little booth. You walked around the box at first, but you didn't find any windows, just a door. 

You put your ear to the door and heard metal clicking here and there, and nothing else. Finally, your curiosity got the better of you and you took the handle and looked inside. It was much bigger inside than it first appeared. It was a working workshop filled with all sorts of robots and inventions. 

On one side, products were stacked and robots were divided, while on the other side, the necessary materials were laid out. Right in the middle was a table where your red-haired protector sat and seemed to be concentrating on something. 

You quietly walked in and closed the door behind you. The young man didn't seem to notice you as he was still engrossed in his work. You walked over to him and peered over his shoulder. He was in the process of creating a bird that looked lifelike. 

He was in the process of creating the bird's internal clock aside, as he carefully and precisely stacked gears, springs, and other parts. You watched the whole process with interest. 

"You're blocking my view," came the mechanic's voice after a moment, and you realized that you were being drawn closer like a magnet. 

"Sorry," you apologized, and again you stepped over to get a good look at it. The mechanic just grinned, but said nothing in response. 

Eventually it became a bit of a habit, where instead of various adventures you were tempted to watch him at work. He didn't really understand what you saw that was interesting. 

Though of course he appreciated your compliments, and until you complimented him, he was grumpy. After the compliment, he was satisfied and willing to say something extra. 

You went to the workshop to work on the car in question and unknowingly took your teddy bear with you. You didn't want to leave it lying around and get it dirty, so you decided to use its magnetic properties. 

You had a fridge in the workshop where you kept certain things for the car and water for refreshment. You attached it to the fridge door with a metal hand as a magnet. You left it hanging there while you went about your business. 

You didn't take it down until the evening when you were done and your hands were clean. You still took it to bed, and you didn't want it to get dirty with oil or diesel or anything. 

As soon as you went to bed at night, you fell asleep immediately. In the dream, you appeared in the familiar workshop. But the metal dream maker was nowhere to be seen. 

You took a few steps into the room when he suddenly appeared from nowhere, took your hands, put them above your head and pressed you against the nearest wall. 

"You look pretty damn tasty like that," he said, pulling you up on your tiptoes by your hands. "Maybe I should leave you here all day to see what it's like," he added, leaning closer to you. 

You had no idea if he was serious or not, but at that moment you were more focused on the way he leaned in close to you. How he held you and that if it was someone else, he could easily take advantage of that. 

It already looked like he was going to kiss you when he suddenly pulled away and let go of your hands. You fell to the ground in surprise. The protector turned his back to you and you had the impression that his ears were the same red as his hair. 

The deadline to finish the car was fast approaching and you were spending more and more time in the workshop. You even had an old chair that you used for little rest breaks. 

Today you were particularly tired and this time you left the teddy bear in the chair instead of attached to the fridge. 

You curled up in the chair, hugged him, and as soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep. But before you did, you felt like you were being held by someone's big arms around your waist instead of the teddy bear. 

You didn't know if it was already a dream or not, you felt that it was your protector, who was now there with you, holding you. 

The work on the car was nearing completion and you felt you would soon cross the finish line with it. You were sure that no matter what the competition, the vintage car had it in the bag. 

Even though you were in a kind of stressful state of mind where you just wanted to get it over with. The next day, the owner was picking up the car, and you finally got some well-deserved rest. 

You curled up in bed and fell asleep in no time. You didn't even notice you didn't have your stuffed animal with you. You must have forgotten it in the workshop, you thought before you fell asleep. 

You had no idea what you were dreaming about, but that you were jerking in your sleep and screaming. Despite that, you didn't wake up. You knew this had been happening to you since you were a little girl. You didn't know why, but you never remembered what you dreamt at that moment. 

That your sleep was only awakened when someone shook you. It woke you up instantly, and in your shock, you kicked the person out of bed screaming. You immediately reached for the wrench you had laid out on the table like a weapon. Now you were glad you accidentally took it out of the workshop with you. You swung at someone, but they grabbed the wrench like it was nothing. It was just accompanied by the sound of metal hitting metal. 

"First you scream in your sleep, and now this? What's gotten into you? ' came a grumpy familiar voice. 

It was only now that you noticed the red-haired guy sitting on the ground, holding the wrench in his metal hand so tightly you couldn't move it. You felt like you were in a dream, even though you thought you were wide awake. 

"Kid? What are you doing here? I'm sure this is just a dream," you muttered, feeling like you were probably overworked. 

You continued to babble, as you felt like your brain hadn't picked up on it. You heard Kid say something to you, but you had no idea what. 

Instead, he grabbed you around the neck with his other hand and pulled you closer and kissed you. That finally made you shut up. You were completely taken aback by it and especially by how real it felt. This was proof to you that this wasn't just a dream. 

"You're finally quiet," Kid grinned in satisfaction as I pulled away. You still didn't want to believe it was real. 

After that, he sat down on the bed next to you, sat you in his lap, put his arms around you and rested his chin on your head. 

"Its my job to protect you, silly. In your dreams and here. And from yourself too," he quipped towards the end, but the rest was honest. 

Kid was glad you picked him up at the store that day. He hated to just sit there and wait aimlessly while the dust settled on him. He didn't understand how you could be so weak and so badass at the same time. That's what he loved about you, and at least he had more opportunities to protect you. He kept that to himself though.

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