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reiderwriter · 2 years ago

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Everyone Looks Better in a Sundress

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (GN + AFAB)

Summary: The AC at the BAU decides to take a holiday during a summer heatwave, and when you decide the FBI’s dress code is merely a suggestion, you unwittingly catch Spencer’s eye.

Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, sub!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, car sex, degradation, name-calling, edging, praise-kink, dumbification, basically Spencer is a tease and the reader really gets off on using his official title.

Word Count: 3.8k

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first posted fic, so any feedback is welcome and absolutely appreciated (I tried to keep it GN!AFAB but if you notice any gendered pronouns pls lmk immediately!) I finally decided to start writing again after a few years, so I might be a bit rusty but I recently started rewatching Criminal Minds and I am so in love with Spencer! This little fic was inspired by @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge, so big thank you to them for the inspiration! This could also develop into a multi part fic in the future, so if that’s something you’d be interested in, please let me know in the tags and comments! XOXO K

Part two!

After three years in the BAU, you should know that summers in Quantico, Virginia are nothing to play about. Sure, it could be cloudy sometimes, and summer rain did allow for some relief, but with a heatwave on the way and a week of office work ahead of you, it seemed every member of your team was excited for the office AC.

That was, of course, until the maintenance department sent out an office-wide email telling you it was “undergoing work” for the foreseeable future.

You received the email during your commute, and immediately turned around to change. There was no way you were surviving in your slacks and long-sleeve shirt, and, truth be told, you knew that your bosses wouldn’t mind if you were a little more relaxed in your workplace attire if you weren’t going to be spending time in the field.

It took all of thirty seconds to shoot a message to Garcia, telling her that you’d be a few minutes late for your daily carpool, letting her know the situation so she didn’t hack into your car GPS (which she still claims she absolutely did not do the last time you accidentally slept in, but would in an emergency just to know you were safe).

She quickly sent you a reply: “put on that floral number we picked up last week! Between you and Morgan, I'm hoping my eyes will be feasting today 😉.”

You let out a little chuckle as you read the message, and quickly complied. A sundress didn’t sound too bad right now at all.

The dress in question was perhaps pushing it slightly for office work. It was short, and you knew immediately when putting it on that you would spend the day pulling it down to a more appropriate length. But the shade of blue fit your skintone perfectly, and the floaty material was exactly what you needed to beat the heat.

Grabbing your keys again before you could second guess yourself, you didn’t let your mind linger quickly on the thought that perhaps the dress was a little attention grabbing. And perhaps there was someone in the office whose attention you wanted to grab.

-X-

The commute into the office wasn’t bad, but stepping out of your nicely temperature regulated car into a wall of heat made you thank yourself for your foresight. And it seemed that the rest of your team was dealing similarly. Walking into the office, you noticed that Prentiss had divested herself of her shirt, sitting comfortably with an iced coffee and red tank top, an electric fan inches from her face. Morgan was similarly outfitted in lighter clothes than usual, and you could audibly hear Penelope’s brain working to come up with the best heat related compliment for her work husband. You couldn’t see Hotch or Rossi, but you knew they kept their own back-up units in their offices, so they wouldn’t be struggling at all today. You assumed JJ, too, was in her office.

“Well, look at you Cutie. You’re gonna break some hearts today, I know.” You roll your eyes as you throw your bag down. You were used to Morgan’s playful teasing by now, but compliments and affirmations were always welcome. You grimaced looking down at your desk chair and realised you had another problem. Your very recent purchase of a black leather office chair was going to absolutely make your day a living hell. Before you resigned yourself to a day of sitting in the orthopedic seventh layer of hell, your heard the angelic call of your office BFF.

“It feels like the devil’s armpit in here, god, do not expect an miracles from me today, I’m collecting my laptop and immediately moving away from all the heavy heat-producing machinery in my cave. Anyone got any space at their desk for me to work at?”

“Yes!” You replied a little too quickly.

“Feel free to make yourself at home, Pen, I have to look over some files with Reid later anyways so I’ll just pull up a spare chair to his desk, it’s all yours.” You thanked your lucky stars that everyone was too hot to tease you about your imminent proximity to the office’s Boy Wonder.

It turns out hiding a small, tiny, stupid crush from a team of FBI profilers wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but you were confident in thinking the only one who had clocked on so far was Penelope. And that was only because of your weekly girls nights and an unfortunate habit of spilling secrets while intoxicated. Sure, the others still teased sometimes, but that was only because the two of you were the easiest targets. And they just didn’t know how on the nose they were sometimes.

She gave you a quick look, of the ‘we will be discussing this later’ variety but didn’t say anything else and quickly excused herself to collect her things.

You quickly pulled up a (non-leather) chair next to Reid’s and straightened out your dress as you started searching for the file you were looking for. Although you absolutely had an ulterior motive to intruding on his space, you actually did have work to do. But the heat, and the knowledge that you’d be working closely with Reid again any minute now did nothing to help you stay focused.

Of course, having worked on the same team now for three years meant that you’d been alone together before. In all honestly, he was your partner of choice for any field task and you complimented each other well. The two of you worked together on Geographical Profiles for the majority of your cases, using your people skills, and his practical knowledge to gain insight into the locations unsubs lived, worked, murdered and hid their victims. And of course, you were friends outside the office, too. But you felt there was a distance between the two of you that made itself known the minute you stepped off the Jet or out of the bullpen.

As you searched the desk, you let your mind wander to what he would look like in this heat. You knew he didn’t deal with the heat well, and could often be found with his shirt sleeves rolled up and top buttons undone on the cases in the warmer climates. You thought about him panting in the heat, pushing his hair out of his face, glistening with sweat and grumbling quietly about the heat. You specifically thought back to a case from a few weeks back, where the two of you had an awkward run-in with an automatic sprinkler when you made your way to interview a witness. His purple shirt had ended up soaked, and on day six of the investigation, his go bag was thankfully short of replacement clothing. So he’d sat in the precinct, shirt semi-transluscent, completely oblivious to your brazen oggling and sudden lack of anything intellectual to say. Or anything to say in general.

It was only as you felt yourself getting warmer (a particularly impressive feat on today of all day’s) that you had to pull yourself out of the fantasy. But of course, as you stood up to get yourself a cool drink, you realised you were face to face with the man of your fantasies.

“Y/N? Did you need something?” He looked down at you, with a soft smile on his face.

“Oh! No, it was Garcia, she, um, she needed somewhere to work because her office is practically a sauna with all those computers. And I was thinking, we still need to work on that report on the geographical profile from the last case, so I offered her…my…” You trailed off, noticing you were rambling and allowed yourself a second to look at the man in front of you properly for the first time that day.

It was going to be a miracle if you got any work done ever again.

Like you, he’d opted for a change in uniform. He’d rid himself of his usual waistcoat-cardigan combo and was left in a button down shirt. It was, as you’d hoped and prayed, open slightly more than usual at the top. You frowned unconsciously as you realised he had also pushed his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, unhappy that you wouldn’t get to watch him do it in-person, his veins popping out as he exerted himself in the smallest way.

A few seconds of silence passed, and you had to make yourself tear your eyes away from a droplet of sweat that was neatly making its way down his throat, tracing a line that you could only hope to one day follow with your lips. When you snapped your eyes up to his, he nervously did the same, gripping his bag a little tighter to him.

“Oh, yeah that sounds good, um, let me just put my bag down and we can, uh, get started I guess.”

“Yeah of course. I was just gonna grab a drink first, do you want one?”

“Sure, yeah, a coffee would be good.”

“Okay, I’m no expert but that cannot be healthy in this heat. I know you’re practically a caffeine addict at this point, but I’m getting you a glass of water and you’re going to thank me, okay Doctor?”

He rolled his eyes and settled comfortably into his seat, but made no complaints as you walked away.

-X-

“This is ridiculous, how can they expect us to work like this?” Agent Prentiss grumbled from her desk.

“Oh, come on now, Prentiss, you can’t be complaining about a little heat, now.”

You rolled your eyes at your coworkers playful back-and-forth, doing your best to not melt into your borrowed seat. You’d been working side-by-side with Reid for the last three hours and the heat was now unbearable. You were stuck to the seat in an uncomfortable way, especially with the extra exposed skin from your dress. It had ridden up your legs more than you expected it would, so you were constantly shifting in your seat attempting to keep yourself decent.

The heat rolling off your teammate didn’t help. You had assumed that his love of cardigans, scarves and layers in general meant that he usually ran on the cooler side, but he was practically burning up next to you, making any and all accidental touch near intolerable.

Each accidental brush of his fingers as you passed files between the two of you, each knock of your knees together under the desk as you moved to read over one-anothers shoulders, and every time you got up for another drink, it’s like he’s read your mind because he stood up at the same time and you had to awkwardly untangle yourself from the mess of desk chairs and office furniture. With every touch, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, the heat pooling between your legs embarrassingly.

It’s only when, later in the day, he brushes the seam of your skirt with his fingers when reaching over you with his other hand for a file you know for a fact he does not need, you realise that all of those accidental touches may have been absolutely intentional.

Lowering your voice to a whisper, you bring your lips closer to his ears.”Spence, what was that?” You try to keep your voice steady, but his fingers are stil lingering closer to your sensitive areas than you found comfortable.

He drops his eyes to yours, looking you in the eye for the first time since you started working together in a comfortable silence.

“What was what?” He asks innocently, his cheeks flushes as he starts drawing small circles on your thigh.

“You’re touching me. You’ve been touching me a lot today, Doctor.”

“Oh, I’m Doctor now, am I?” He smiles at you before quickly moving his attention back to the file he was reading.

“Don’t change the subject.” You feel your whole body flush, as he ignores you and continues his reading, not removing his hand from your leg the entire time.

“S-Spencer, I’m serious.” He looks at you again then, and your heart jumps into your throat as you realise he’s removed his hand from the hem of your skirt, only to have it return under the material, moving closer and closer to where you really wanted him.

“You know,” he whispers under his breath, so quiet you’re sure that no one could overhear, “you look really pretty in this dress.”

Your brain is short circuiting as you feel his hand on your inner thigh, failing to register the implication of his words as you do your best to stammer out a reply.

“A-actually, Garcia chose it out for me. She said that you would-” you cut yourself off before you can say anymore. You’re surrounded by a room of your close friends and teammates and you’re doing your best not to beg your incredibly attractive coworker to push his fingers into you right then and there. Biting your lip so you don’t say anything else, you try to stand and shift away.

But Reid is there, and with his other hand he maneouvers you even closer to him somehow.

“She said I would what, beautiful?”

He’s so close now and you find yourself again staring at his exposed neck, wanting nothing more than to bury your head in him and kiss and lick and bite until he gives you what you want. The little circles he’s drawing on your legs are removing your inhibitions quicker than any alcohol could.

But then he grips you a little tighter, and forces you to look up into his eyes again and respond.

“She said that you would, uh, she said that you would’nt be able to take your eyes off of me. We were shopping together and she was just teasing and, well, yeah.”

“All dressed up for me, then? You thought you’d test the theory and see if she was right?”

And suddenly he’s ghosting his fingers across your panties and you’re doing your best to not make any other noises as he looks you deep in your eyes.

“Do you think she was right, Y/N?” He asks. But before your brain can catch up and choose whether or not to answert, he’s pulling away. He’s standing up and he’s walking over to Morgan, file in hand, asking questions about another previous case file, and you’re left sitting at his desk questioning if any of that actually just happened.

-X-

You spent the rest of the day in a daze. Luckily, your team was so busy complaining about the heat that you were sure none of them noticed the tension you carried through the rest of your day. With the AC still not working, Garcia had gained permission from Hotch to head back to her own apartment to finish up the day with more appropriate equipment, and had quickly evacuated your desk, allowing you to retreat back to your own space.

Emily had finished her own paperwork early due to a well-timed bet with Morgan, and had taken herself off to JJ’s office, and Morgan was meeting with Hotch in his office to discuss a potential death row intervew. So with the end of the workday in sight, only you and Reid remained in the bullpen.

After your little run in, you knew that you weren’t going to get any effective work done. Emily had once joked that Reid’s high IQ gets slashed to 60 every time he comes in contact with an attractive woman. At the time, you’d laughed, joked along. Nowthat it was your reality, it wasn’t as funny to you.

He’d played with you, called you beautiful, had his hands on you in the most frustratingly dizzying way- and then just as soon walked away from you. It wasn’t as if you wanted him to take you right then and there, in front of the entire office.

In fact, you’re quite sure that no matter how horny you were, you’d have stopped him before he went any further that publically. But you weren’t as sure you wouldn’t have dragged him off to a supply closet and forced him down on his knees and under your skirt.

To be short, you were pissed. He had left you, hot and bothered, on a day where you literally could get no relief from the heat.

You watched him work for a while after that. His desk faced away from yours, which meant you could covertly watch him whilst he worked and he would be none the wiser. After catching yourself staring a hole into the back of his head for the fifth time in an hour, you grunted out a curse and started packing your things up for the day. Unfortunately, you were just loud enough to catch the man’s attention.

“Leaving so soon, princess?”

“Yes. It’s hot and I’m tired and I just want to go home and take a cold shower and get into bed.” You started packing your things up again, but you quickly noticed that Spencer was doing the same.

“Are you leaving as well?” You asked, your stomach doing a small flip in apprehension of his answer.

“Yeah. I’m also hot, and tired and a cold shower sounds amazing right about now.”

You flushed at even the slightest change of a double meaning. Did he want to shower with you? Was he really going to step over that line?

He continued to pack up his things calmly, and you did the same. You walked towards the elevator, and it wasnt until he reached from behind you to press the call button that you realised he was so closely following you.

“And besides, your bed sounds amazing right about now.” The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as you felt heat pool between your legs for the second time that day. You froze up like a deer in headlights, and as the elevator dinged open, you felt Spencer walk you in, press the button, and close the door before making his next move.

“You didn’t answer me earlier, you know? When I asked about the dress? Do you think Garcia was right?” He had crowded you into one corner of the elevator, and your brain was still short-circuiting. Shit, maybe you were the one whose IQ was cut in half, because the man in front of you seemed more confident than you had ever seen him before.

His placed his hands on the guard rail either side of you, as one of his legs found its way between yours and you let out a small whimper, then cursed yourself when you saw the smirk growing on his face.

“Come on, Princess, use your words.” He teased again.

“She wasn’t right.” You breathed out. “You looked at me a few times, but nothing too long and nothing…inappropriate, but-”

“But what?” He pushed his leg further into you, moving his hands to grip the fabric at our waist, and suddenly you were counting your blessings that no other agent in the building had decided to use the elevator right now.

“But you can’t keep your hands off of me.” His lips crashed into yours the second you finished your sentence, as you desperately grabbed at his hair, desperate to feel more and more of him against you despite the sticky heat.

He pulled away reluctantly as the elevator came to a stop in the basement carpark, but you still desperately clung to him, pressing kisses into his jaw and down his neck as you breathed in the scent of his sweat on his skin. Your words had failed you, but your body was desperate to communicate exactly what you needed.

He chuckled as he pulled you off of him, stroking your hair as he pulled you to your car. Opening the passenger side door for you and taking the keys from your bag, he placed a kiss to your temple, pulling away only enough to whisper into your ear. ”Which one of us can’t keep their hands off the other now?”

You were hot and delirious and you were not going to interrupt him now. He climbed into the driver’s seat, something you knew he didn’t do often, and placed his hand on your leg again as he drove.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered as soon as you were far enough away from the building. You complied immediately, not wanting to interrupt anything the man might do to you. “Good girl,” he mumbled as he immediately picked up where he left off earlier, rubbing your sensitive nub through your underwear. Your dress was pushed up now

“You know, Garcia was right” he spoke again, his fingers snaking their way under the elastic of your underwear. You could only moan in surprise, desperately close to getting exactly what you wanted.

“I have been staring at you this whole day. You came in this short dress, practically on display for anyone to see.” His fingers were now slowly circling your clit, going torturously slowly as you bucked up your hips for some much needed friction.

“When you got me that glass of water, I followed you, you know. Watched you reach for the glass on the top shelf, saw your skirt riding up. We’re you so desperate for me to notice you that you put yourself on display for the entire office like a little whore?” You moaned in surprise as his words registered in your mind.

You tried to reply, to deny and protest your innocence, but he chose that minute to thrust a finger into you, the awkward angle forced by your position in the car creating a beautiful friction. You started rocking your hips quicker against his hand, opening yourself up to him fully, and grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t pull away for a third time that day.

“You can’t even deny it, Look at you using my hand to get yourself off. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna do it right here in your car?” You moan out a yes as he adds another finger, stretching you out further as you whimper around him.

“Fuck, yes Spence, I’m a whore, your little whore.” You feel that familiar coil in the bottom of your stomach tighten and soon your releasing yourself all over his hands. Gasping for air, your head falls back on the passenger seat, and you release your grip on Spencer’s hands.

“Good job, princess, you did so well for me. We’re almost home now, let’s get you in that shower.” You whimper a little, nodding as you allow your brain to settle once again, completely comfortable with letting Spencer take control and do whatever he needs to do with you for the rest of the night.

-X-

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niyasruledbyvenus · 3 months ago

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Astro Observations

(and maybe even controversial opinions)

Where 4h/cancer is placed can tell you about your home’s size/condition, especially childhood home.

Saturn= small/may feel constricting, Jupiter= large

poorly aspected/malefics/debilitated= ran down home/broken things.

Prey yonis (deer, rat, goat) feel safer in a group & in familiar places. Being by themselves or new places alone can cause anxiety. When out sometimes they feel that they are always in fight or flight or something’s around the corner.

Predator yonis (lion, tiger, snake) may not feel the same way. They may feel sure in themselves and how they can protect themselves. Tiger & snake yonis in particular might feel better off alone. Since both are solitary animals.

Debilitated planets aren’t bad, it just makes the person work a little harder to reap the benefits in that area. Whereas, exaltation comes easy. Which can sometimes make one lazier in that particular area, because there’s no drive. (the same with easy aspects & hard aspects)

For example,

Exalted Pisces Venus (naturally effortless beautiful, “woke up like this” minimal makeup)

Debilitated Venus in Virgo (Cosmetic procedures, tailors, professional makeup, gym trainers, spa, personal stylist/hair stylist)

Venus in Virgo/Scorpio usually tend to be even more beautiful because they actively work to put effort & keep up maintenance.

Mars in Capricorn (wake up early no alarm, straight to the gym, knows exactly their task and when to do it, doesn’t have much trouble with procrastination).

Mars in Cancer/Taurus (might need schedules, alarms, set tasks, mentor/motivator).

Saturn in Libra (gets benefits from hard work right away, not much struggle young, no problem with discipline)

Saturn in Aries/Leo/cancer (rough start in life/a lot of set backs, takes longer to see benefits or gets it after Saturn return/30s, has to actively work on their discipline).

Debilitated Saturn after hard work in younger years, later in life, they usually achieve gains & become a household name.

People tend to say Jupiter is luck. But to me it’s excess. In this world we associate excess=luck. (ie you have a lot of cars, money, children, etc) When it’s not always the case.

For example,

Jupiter in the 7h (Being in a lot of relationships or marriages. But the downside is it doesn’t last because Saturn represents commitment.

Marilyn Monroe multiple divorces

Drake dated a lot of women but no serious relationship.

Jupiter creates a surplus in whatever it touches. But it is not longevity, unless Saturn aspects Jupiter.

A planet that is a benefic can act as a malefic if debilitated & poorly aspected.

If Jupiter is debilitated & poorly aspected it can turn into a giant malefic. Because Jupiter expands what it touches. Rather it’s negativity or positivity.

Some say Mars is where your drive and aggression is. But I see it more so where you get injuries, accidents, or aggression towards yourself or others.

For example,

I’m Aries Ascendant; My Mars/lagnesh is in Virgo/6h. My most serious injuries came from doing mundane tasks around the house. I faced workplace aggression from coworkers & sometimes customers too. Also, I tend to face health issues that affect my daily life. 6h/virgo rules daily activities, physical health, workplace, coworkers.

Mars just went retrograde December 6. I can already see it’s affect on my daily routines/6h. Nonstop nausea, bloating, stomach issues, & headaches everyday. Virgo rules stomach/nervous system. Aries my 1h/Asc rules the head

My whole schedule is out of wack. Today, I dropped my breakfast on the floor and burnt my lunch lol.

Mars, Mercury, Uranus, & Jupiter are all retrograde right now. If you are taking the necessary precautions and your planets are in good dignity, you should be fine. Though it’s still going to be quite frustrating for most people.

Transits mainly do the most damage if you have debilitated or poorly aspected planet that is going retrograde.

Malefics going retrograde to some degree affect almost everyone negatively, but not in the same way. What area varies from chart to chart; the sign/houses it sits in.

Outer planets affect us as a collective. Inner planets affect us personally.

Even though in traditional Vedic/jyotish Uranus, Neptune, Pluto isn’t considered. I still see the planet’s nakshatras/signs/houses in a chart influence a person’s life. Especially, if they aspect personal planets like Sun, Moon, Ascendant.

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according2thelore · 1 month ago

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on dean's last birthday alive, sam wakes him up with a blowjob.

they trade lazy kisses for a while until sam gets up to get ready. dean stays in bed until he can't possibly sleep anymore, while sam runs eighty-two miles or whatever he does in the mornings. dean makes them both breakfast, and sam lets him do it, because he knows his brother practically gets off on making him pancakes. dean has been holding off on doing baby's monthly maintenance so he gets to spend his morning with his favourite girl. sam comes to find him right before lunch and manhandles him into the driver's seat, and they go to their favourite diner in town.

the waitress greets them by name, and they order as much as they think they can eat without being sick. including a slice of fresh-baked cherry pie gleaming enticingly behind the glass case.

sam doesn't know it, and dean will never tell him, that every year on his birthday, he thinks of dad. he thinks of what dad had to do this year. dad died pretty young compared to a civilian, fifty-two, and dean tries to remember what happened to dad when he was forty-six.

at forty-six, dad had two sons, ages seventeen and twenty-one. dean can't imagine having kids, never mind ones that are that old. at forty six, his youngest was secretly applying to colleges. at forty-six, dean had almost gotten his arm ripped clean off by a werewolf outside of boca raton.

dean knows his life will be better than dad's was this year, as he stares at sammy across the diner table, sam tapping away at some app on his phone. it's probably the daily weirdle, or whatever it's called.

dean is forty-six, and he's in love, and he has a dog and a sick ass car and a sick ass bunker. he has a home, in a way he couldn't even fathom at thirty-six. at twenty-six.

and, more importantly than all of that, sam sniffles softly. he always gets a little headcold in january. dean has his brother.

it hits dean, then.

forty-six.

it's been twenty years since dean went to go pick sam up from school. his throat tightens oddly, and he takes a too-hot sip of coffee to ward it away. sam looks up at him then, hazel eyes crinkled in smug silent victory as his screen brightens with confetti. he got the word in three guesses.

dean remembers thinking he had the world figured out at twenty-six. dad being gone was terrifying, but he had the car and his brother and the journal. he had a north star to follow and the other half of himself to follow it with. he winces to think of how just goddamn stupid he was back then.

dean still doesn't have it figured out, as he reaches over and snags a fry off of sam's plate. sam opens his mouth to protest, a hand reaching up to smack his away, but dean cuts him off with a,

"it's the birthday tax."

and sam snaps his mouth closed with a scowl.

he spent his twenty-sixth birthday in a bar somewhere, and remembers picking someone up, vaguely. he watched his phone, but it never rang. he spent his thirty-sixth birthday locked in his room, still feeling nauseous as his human blood washed the demon in him clean.

and now, dean locks his ankle around sam's underneath the table. he knows the look on his face must be absolutely, atrociously fond. but sam doesn't do anything but soften slightly, push his leg forward so their legs tangle even farther together, and steal dean's fork out of his hand so he can grab a bite of pie. the fucker.

that night, sam won't complain at all when dean orders a meat lovers' pizza, and won't complain at all when dean picks his favourite movie to watch.

when dean pauses the movie to go get more beer, he'll come back to miracle wagging her tail happily at the foot of his recliner, and a box wrapped neatly in newspaper on his seat. sam is still sitting in his chair, but he looks up when dean walks in with a grin.

it's a gallon bottle of lube and a piece of paper informing him he's been enrolled in a DVD rental service, only the best of the 80s-90s. the first one is sitting proudly in the bottom of the box. the lost boys. vampires, ha.

dean turns the movie off, and they find use for the bottle of lube immediately. he finds out that sam has been wearing something distinctly lacy underneath his jeans since lunch. they collapse finally, sam tucked underneath dean's chin, and dean decides he's spoiled pretty much rotten. they fall asleep on dean's memory foam mattress.

he's not twenty-six anymore, after all.

#lizzy writes #my little meow meow's days are numbered </3 #but until then!!!! happy birthday dean!!!!! oh i love him

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crj-200 · 3 months ago

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PSA for anyone tending aircraft!!!!!!!

The FDA, CDC, and FAA have identified a HUGE uptick in cases of PS in Boeing planes over the past 3 months, with 737s being the most vulnerable to critical symptoms and autoimmune complications after infection.

For those who don't know, PS (Pteroium saprosis, also known as Boeing's Flap, Wing Rot, or Aileron Disease) is an autoimmune condition that can develop as a result of a fungal infection of the plane's dermal layer of skin, caused by the Sapromyces fungus native to North America. The condition causes the dermis to weaken and die, which in turn leads to chunks of tissue rotting and falling off of the wing, further infections, and potential death. This condition is not curable and can be very quickly fatal when not managed properly. Currently, the best we can do to treat this is to replace components as they decay. [X]

While most aircraft will experience very few (if any) symptoms of infection if caught early, aircraft that do not receive treatment or become highly symptomatic regardless of treatment are at extreme risk of developing the condition. Extreme risk meaning 93 out of 100 highly symptomatic planes will get PS.

There is no commercial vaccine currently available. Right now the University of Washington's AiRR (Aerozoology in Research and Rehabilitation) Zoo is in the process of developing one that looks promising, but it won't be available to the public until at least 2032. If you want to support the AiRR Zoo's research you can donate here.

How can you limit exposure and keep your plane safe?

Test your aircraft DAILY.

If a positive case is found, the infected aircraft must be immediately quarantined and be seen by a medical/mechanical professional within 24 hours of the first positive test. Outside of this window, it's 3x more likely your aircraft will develop the disorder. [X]

Clean bedding every other day at MINIMUM.

The fungal spores that cause Boeing's Flap thrive in areas that attract dampness, dust, and waste, making your aircraft's hangar bedding an ideal place for it to spread. Replacing or cleaning their bedding every two days drastically cuts down the amount of fungi in the hangar at any time. The International Civil Aerozoology Committee identified this as a "best practice" when handling sick and recovering aircraft in any setting. [X]

Watch what goes in their mouth.

The top way aircraft get exposed to the fungi is from chewing on fallen tree limbs and shedded car parts. If you see ANYTHING in their mouth while they're outside, TAKE IT OUT. I know a lot of aircraft like to gnaw and will get upset by this, but this could ultimately save their life.

Bring your aircraft with you.

If you're able, keep your aircraft near you at all times to monitor what they're getting into. Check if your employer has an ACI/WO (AirCraft In/Worker Out) policy that provides either a plane-friendly workplace for you to bring your aircraft to work for health monitoring, or allows you to work and monitor your aircraft from home. Not every employer will have this, unfortunately. You are able to use AMLA (AeroMedical Leave) to care for sick aircraft, but a lot of requirements need to be met: the type/infectiousness/severity of illness, living within 30 miles of a commercial airport, and your status as their legal owner. Note that this doesn't apply for preventative care, just the care and maintenance of already sick aircraft.

ANYWAYS I know this post got super long but PLEASE spread this so more people are aware. Any aircraft lost to PS is too many, and if this spreads to working planes the results could be catastrophic. Keep your critters safe guys <3

#unreality #aircraft husbandry #planes #this is for something i'm doing don't mind me

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thatgentlewife-deactivated · 4 months ago

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Ways a wife can contribute to a happy, Christ-centered marriage by nurturing love, respect, and joyful service to her husband:

1. Pray together and individually

• Pray for your husband’s needs, spiritual growth, and guidance. Pray together regularly, inviting God into every aspect of your marriage.

2. Communicate with Love and Respect

• Share openly and kindly, and listen with empathy. Respect his thoughts and opinions, honoring his role as a leader in the home.

3. Prepare His Lunch or Favorite Meals

• Pack a nutritious lunch for him to take to work or surprise him with his favorite dinner. This simple act shows care and appreciation.

4. Maintain a Clean and Peaceful Home

• Create a relaxing environment by keeping the home tidy and welcoming. Organize spaces that matter to him, like his favorite chair or workspace.

5. Encourage and Uplift Him

• Speak words of encouragement, recognize his strengths, and affirm his leadership. Avoid criticism, and let your words be a source of strength and comfort.

6. Show Physical Affection and Care

• Express love through small gestures, a gentle touch, or quality time. Physical closeness helps strengthen your emotional connection.

7. Practice Patience and Forgiveness

• Be quick to forgive mistakes and approach disagreements with patience and grace. Reflect Christ’s love by prioritizing unity over proving a point.

8. Welcome Him Home Warmly

• Greet him warmly, showing excitement to see him. This simple gesture helps set a peaceful and positive tone for his evening.

9. Support His Work and Hobbies

• Show interest in his work or hobbies, offering encouragement and helping when you can. Your support reinforces his value to you.

10. Align with His Vision and Decisions

• Seek to understand and support his vision for the family, discussing decisions in a way that respects his role as head of the household.

11. Run Errands or Handle Tasks He Dislikes

• Take on errands or tasks he dislikes, such as grocery shopping or car maintenance, to lighten his load and show you’re thinking of him.

12. Cultivate a Cheerful Heart and Gratitude

• Approach marriage with joy and gratitude for your partnership. Let thankfulness be evident in your actions and attitude.

13. Be Intentional in Physical Affection

• Give hugs, a kiss on the cheek, or a back rub after a long day to make him feel valued and appreciated. Regular lovemaking is also recommended!

14. Model Christ’s Love and Kindness

• Be a daily example of Christ’s love through kindness, patience, and compassion. Build him up with gentle words and actions.

15. Stay Rooted in God’s Word Together

• Study the Bible together to grow spiritually and strengthen your marriage. When both partners are aligned with God’s Word, you share a foundation for love and purpose.

16. Take Care of Household Chores Thoughtfully

• Handle regular household tasks that he appreciates, like laundry, dishes, or organizing, to create a peaceful and comfortable home environment.

17. Celebrate His Accomplishments

• Acknowledge his achievements, big or small, and celebrate them together. This helps him feel seen and appreciated.

18. Encourage His Relationship with God

• Pray for him and encourage his spiritual growth. This support strengthens both his faith and your bond.

19. Express Appreciation Through Notes or Texts

• Leave thoughtful notes in his lunch or send an encouraging text during the day. Simple reminders of love brighten his day.

20. Plan Date Nights and Special Moments

• Plan date nights or small surprises, even at home, to keep the romance alive and show your commitment to nurturing your relationship.

21. Cook Meals that Support His Health

• Prepare healthy, balanced meals that align with his dietary needs or preferences, showing care for his well-being.

22. Offer to Pray for His Specific Needs

• Ask if there’s anything specific you can pray for and take time each day to lift those needs up.

23. Be Available for Quality Time

• Dedicate time to him free from distractions. Whether it’s watching a show, taking a walk, or just listening, be present and engaged.

By serving, supporting, and loving your husband in these ways, you’ll contribute to a marriage that reflects Christ’s love and builds a joyful, nurturing partnership. 🌷

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seat-safety-switch · 1 month ago

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Many of my friends are race car drivers. The life of a race car driver is exciting indeed: danger, thrills, and the opportunity to get up at 3am and then drive as fast as possible around a loop. What could it possibly be missing? Daily drivers. Boring, everyday automobiles that get you from point A to point B.

Yes, race car drivers need regular cars, too. They have to drive to the track, and that means that they need something incredibly boring that can hold a couple sets of tires. And ideally, it shouldn't require too much maintenance, because race car drivers have better things to do, like driving race cars (and putting their name on luxury watches.) You ever see Our Saviour, Ayrton Senna replace the transmission pan gasket on a Ford Excursion? Of course not.

You might think this is somewhat unexpected. Why would a race car driver, who loves fast cars, want a slow car? With further thought, the answer emerges. Why aren't you excited to get home from doing your regular job to do the exact same job, but much slower, for free, and now with a bunch of assholes stuck with you in traffic? No. If anything, you want an easier job (drink beer, eat barbecue, sponsor luxury watches) with as few people as possible involved. Boring cars: that's the secret of race car drivers.

So what does this mean for the rest of us dorky schlubs? It means we gotta get rid of our boring cars. Race car drivers need them, and they're the backbone of our economy. If we all go out and trade in a dumpy-looking silver crossover for a fire-spitting sports car right now, there will be lots left for the future Pettys and Inoues to drive to their jobs. Go buy an exciting car. Do it for them.

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baby-tini · 7 months ago

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Hello Beautiful. Finally your requests are open, God I've been waiting for this!!

all versions of Mikey, how would they react if their girlfriend was a very gentle and sweet girl who loves him like crazy and is literally addicted to him. She will always take care of him and spread her legs for him, allowing him to fuck her the way he wants. And yes, she wants children from him. Her dream is to have children with him and build a family with him. The idea of having 5 children with Mikey is so good for her. she would be a loving kind mother!

This request is so soft and cute!!! Also, thank you so much for the compliment love~

Toman\OG Timeline- He thinks it's cute that you're so sweet and loving with him, willing too have a family with him. He also heavily appreciates that you take care of him, because we all know this man, does not look after himself correctly. He likes the idea of having a big family with you, he's always wanted a family of his own, growing up with siblings and having Shinichiro take care of him. He's always admired Shinichiro so he'd want too do for his kids, what his oldest brother did for him. He appreciates that you're always willing too have sex with him, whenever, however, because of his job being so high-maintenance, he gets stressed a lot. He loves his sweet girl, that's willing too do anything for him.

Manila- You guys have sex constantly, like all the time. Like I've said many, many times before, Manila!Mikey doesn't have much too do, he doesn't run a gang, or have a job. While he still makes money, you don't know where he gets it, but he always has it. So, sex is something he uses a lot, too release his boredom and pent up energy. He likes too watch you do all the domestic things for him. Like cooking, cleaning, he just likes too have you in his arms while he watches you be all cute and domestic. He doesn't mind you wanting a big family, especially when you want it with him. But, he is a criminal on the run, so you would all have too keep a low profile.

Kanto- He's always busy, so, sex isn't the most common thing in your guys relationship, but he'll still fuck you if you want it, you'll just.. be the one doing most of the work. Especially if he comes home and he's tired, you'll have too ride him, he'll help slightly if you're struggling too take him or if you are lacking in stamina, but you're the one doing most of it. He likes that you're so sweet and docile, it makes everything easier for the both of you. He doesn't really care about the children aspect, but if you want one, he'll give it to you.. after a lot of pleading from you of course. He likes too watch you do things around the base, and he really appreciates that you take care of him with all the meetings he has and all the idiots that he has too deal with you on a daily basis.

Bonten- Sex with Bonten!Mikey is even more rare then with Kanto!Mikey. This man needs too be the most taken care of because he doesn't eat, or even take care of himself. So with you constantly cooking for him and taking care of him, he won't tell you, but he genuinely appreciates it. He does get annoyed if you nag at him for it, but he understands that it comes from a place a care. He'd also want kids, he doesn't really have anyone close too him, none of his friends from childhood so he'd be pretty happy if you got pregnant and gave him a family. Like I stated, he doesn't eat, so you'll have too bring him food, in his office. It would just be so cute, if he had his kid on his lap as he fills out paperwork in his office. Or taking his children for rides in his expensive ass cars.

Street Racer- It was his idea too have a huge family, he's always wanted children and he wants a lot of them. He bought them little helmets so he could take on rides, on his motorcycle. He doesn't work as often as his counterparts but it's quite often nonetheless. So he appreciates the domesticity of the whole thing. He always has this huge grin when he comes home, his kids jumping in his arms as he walks into the kitchen and sees you making dinner for the family and he's so in awe when he sees your kids help you make dinner. He buys them all little motorcycles with matching helmets, obviously safe for the mids, little mini bikes so he can ride around with them. He is definitely a family man and would love a partner like this.

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silence-ofthe-llamas · 2 months ago

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More of the Mecha AU-AU goop whilst I studiously ignore that I have to go back to work tomorrow when I have spent the last week doing fuck all. More Prowl!

Prowl didn’t notice it immediately, but once he did the pieces all snapped together very quickly.

He was very careful to not use ‘we’ when he spoke about his mech. He was very careful to not reveal any kind of deeper connection than pilot and AI. He spoke about Jazz like the other pilots spoke about their mechs - like he was his car.

First Aid did not.

First Aid always said ‘we’ without any hesitation or a second of thought - he didn’t even stop and correct himself after speaking. He spoke as if Vortex were a colleague, a friend, and he’d visit it daily doing god knows what in the cockpit - when asked, he said he was decompressing as the hangar was quieter and nobody came near. On the days he didn’t eat in the cafeteria, he was sat by his mech. Sometimes he’d see him eating whilst watching them scrub the gore of off his mech, seemingly unfazed at seeing alien innards being extracted from joints or at the smell of decomposing organs.

Something wasn’t right. It couldn’t have been that he wasn’t a trained pilot, so he was assigning emotions to it - even the other staff at the facility spoke about the mechs as if they were non-sentient beings. Shit, even the public did. They had trading cards like tanks did. They had merch. They weren’t seen as being alive, because they shouldn’t be.

Jazz hadn’t mentioned anyone else being subject to the same experiment that he had. As far as he knew, Jazz was the only one, or the only one to survive - maybe a prototype, maybe the culmination of decades of research. But the fact remained - if Jazz didn’t mention it, he didn’t know that anyone else like him existed.

And Vortex may have been more sentient than they realised.

They thought its AI was just faulty. The going theory in engineering was that it was misidentifying targets because it was being overzealous in its ‘protect the pilot’ objective, and the rumours on base said it was haunted. That it only killed people so it wouldn’t be alone. Prowl wasn’t convinced it was an issue with an AI any more.

Prowl felt his stomach tighten as fear gripped his chest when he saw First Aid happily grab his lunch to go and trapeze down to the hangar to eat with his mech. Did he know? Did he know that it wasn’t an AI, not quite a ghost? Was he in danger? Was the AI going to misidentify him as a target one day too?

All the weird things Vortex did, everything out of character for First Aid, suddenly made sense. It wasn’t the sweet medic with slightly-too-cold hands and the kind demeanour. That wasn’t anything he was capable of, it couldn’t be. No; it had to be Vortex.

So what the hell was he? Who the hell was he? What kind of person did he have to be to be capable of that? To even have those kinds of ideas, to trick the maintenance droids into giving him upgrades he wasn’t scheduled for, to give him internal limbs the mechs weren’t even supposed to have – for what means? What ends? And, worst of all, if he were human – how did he end up there?

Jazz didn’t know. He had never heard of anyone with that call-sign, he didn’t know anyone who fought like he did, he didn’t see or hear of anyone else whilst he was in the facility or whilst he was first being set up. If they were military, they never crossed paths.

He promised to look into it as much as he could.

Prowl promised that he would do the same.

The opportunity came in an unguarded laptop. Nobody was looking, and the area was devoid of cameras. Where the cameras came back in were so busy it was impossible to tell who had been where. Borrowing it on an extended term with assumed permission, it slipped neatly into his bag, and he walked with purpose back to his room.

Jazz had showed him how to cover his tracks before - he’d been very insistent that he had learned how. Prowl wasn’t very good at it, but it would be enough for now. Thinking back hard to his lessons and staring at the password protected screen, he got to work.

There was a name. Svastjan Vasylvych Lomachenko.

All documents and files relating to him were password protected - classified. Apparently he had caused them quite a headache back in the day - he looked to have been on a few payrolls that had them on edge. He couldn’t crack any of them – Jazz hadn’t quite gotten to teaching him any of that and he’d never had any reason at all to break into anywhere. Sleuthing and gathering intel was more Jazz’s speed – Prowl was much better secluded away filtering through it all for what they needed. He chewed his bottom lip and wondered if there was a way to make Jazz more portable. Maybe Wheeljack would do it without asking many questions…?

A little more digging, and spades of patience, earned him more information.

A number. 004. This one seemed to be attached to Svastjan. Another name: Combaticon. The numbers 001 through to 005 were pinned to the name.

Prowl drummed his fingers on the desk. What was the connection between Svastjan, 004, and Vortex? Training material? Had they captured his movements to programme them into the mech? Had he been bought out and loaned his services and expertise to them?

A photograph caught his eye. Five men looking directly at the camera, all crammed into a car. Prowl couldn’t tell what model - he could only see the cabin inside - but he saw the glass in the windows was shattered and the interior pockmarked by bullet holes.

Prowl felt like they were all poised to leap through at him and slash his throat if he looked away. The tallest man to the left was the only one who wasn’t smiling, too busy drawing from his cigarette and looking so above it all. His hand was bandaged and blood was starting to bloom around his knuckles, his dark hair smoothed back and light stubble speckled his jaw. He had his other hand on the steering wheel - he was driving. The man next to him was grinning widely, smeared with soot and missing a front tooth. His right arm was in a sling, his left out the window, probably grabbing the roof. His hair was cropped short and full of dust.

In the back seats, a tall man was having his cigarette lit by a shorter one in a gaudy golden jacket, an expensive watch on his wrist. His face was obscured by what looked like a smear on the lens. The taller man had broad shoulders, and seemed to have one hand on the back of the drivers seat.

There was another man in the photo, but Prowl didn’t notice them.

He was too busy looking at the watch.

Frowning, he zoomed in. That watch was familiar, he’d seen it before. Prowl was not the type to go for designer watches, he liked a good CASIO and that was about as far as his tastes went, so he knew he wasn’t staring at something he’d been browsing for himself. It was analogue, and Jazz had only worn digital.

Where had he seen that watch before?

He felt his eyes droop over breakfast the next morning. He’d been up way too late – and then the alarm had gone off in the middle of the night signalling an attack, and then he’d been deployed, and then he’d had to go to medical for treatment after a particularly harsh whack had him slamming his head on the cockpit and then the list of things he had to do just kept growing and growing until he'd given up on getting any sleep and had gone down to get breakfast.

All in all, he felt a bit shit. He held his coffee tightly in his hands, almost worshipping it. His stomach turned at the thought of eating anything, but he knew that he’d be suffering for it later if he didn’t get something in him. Two slices of bread topped with cheese stared up at him mockingly from his plate. He narrowed his eyes at it. If he had to eat, he wanted lohikeitto – something that would send him into the coma he so desperately wanted to be in.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” A voice shouted. Prowl almost leaped out of his skin. A man in purple rimmed sunglasses marched over to him, leaning dramatically against the table. “I was worried I missed you, I heard you got injured and you weren’t in medical.”

“Swindle.” Prowl greeted him with an incline of his head. “What can I help you with?”

“You’re still a security guy, right?”

“I suppose so.” When he wasn’t busy piloting and assisting tactical, security pinched him. He had straddled tactical and security before - the two often went hand in hand so it helped to be on both sides.

“Perfect.” He slumped down into the chair opposite him and sighed with his head in his hand. “We’ve been having some weird traffic on our servers. It’s like something- or should I say someone- is managing to access places that should be under heavy locks and keys.”

“So there’s been a security breech?”

“If there were, it would trigger the correct procedure and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. We’d be having a very different one. It’s like they’re just bypassing it all, or the protections aren’t there anymore.”

“Are you suggesting it’s me?” Prowl knitted his fingers together and leaned forwards. “That’s quite a steep accusation to make.”

“If anyone knew how to do it, it would be you.” Swindle snidely replied. “So forgive the caution. Unfortunately for us, the data that’s been accessed is something wildly unrelated to you or your known interests.”

“What data is it? Out of interest?”

“Files on a man called Svastjan.”

Prowl fought hard to school his expression. He knew this would be coming. Luckily, it didn’t take much effort for him to carefully maintain his blank expression.

“Ah. Yes. I see. Unfortunately I cannot help you there - the name means nothing to me, and so I cannot advise who would be best to go to.”

“We’ve already gone to the people of interest.” Swindle chewed his nails. “One’s a total dumbass who I’m amazed can tie his own shoelaces. Not a single bone in his body capable of using the intranet. We’re struggling to track the device that did it, too. Are you able to help?”

Prowl pursed his lips. “Aren’t you able to ask anyone else? Someone who’s actually in security?”

“The data is… sensitive. I need an individual who is already of a like mind, so to say.” Swindle was giving him a strange look. “Understand?”

Of a like mind? His brow knitted together in confusion. What on Earth did he have in common with Swindle? What-

Oh. Of course. His face dropped in realisation. Swindle knew about Jazz, and he knew that Prowl had found out too. They were both in on the same terrible secret. And he was revealing that the secret got bigger: there was another one.

“Are you sure you should be telling me this? I could be a whistleblower.”

“Oh, Prowl, you sweetheart. Didn’t you know? The scum rises to the top. You’re not a whistleblower - you’re an accomplice. You’ve already been very quiet.”

The message was clear. If we go down, you’re coming with us.

He thought of Jazz. If the operation were to shut down, Jasper would be lost forever. His jaw tightened. God damn you, Swindle.

“If I’m sticking my neck out for you, I want two things.” Prowl raised two fingers. “One, I want a raise. A significant one. If I’m at this much risk I want a salary that reflects it. Two, you’re going to tell me which one Svastjan is.”

“Done.” Swindle slapped the table. “You’ll get a bigger room, too. Make the deal sweeter. Second is a bit harder.” He adjusted his collar, pulling away the silk shirt as he swallowed hard. “You see…” he glanced to the rest of the room.

On their own they were two rather unremarkable men. Nobody paid them too much mind unless they had any reason to - otherwise, they were left quite alone.

And people were starting to stare. Watching them closely, leaning in to whisper to friends as they speculated what they were talking about with such intensity.

Prowl leaned back.

“I’ll be on the bridge inspecting Jazz in two hours.” He picked up his abandoned spoon. His soup was probably arctic now. Swindle grinned at him.

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

Jazz was almost vibrating when Prowl walked down the catwalk to him. Prowl couldn’t help but smile at him, the corners of his eyes creasing.

[I HEAR YOU CRACKED A BIG EGG, PROWLER <3]

“I got Swindles attention.” Prowl sighed as he sat down neatly in the pilots chair. “We’re blackmailing each other now. So much for a quiet life.”

[I NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D BE CAPABLE OF ONE]

“I’m being punished.” Prowl leaned in. “Swindle’s coming to give me the last piece of info. I have a name, an id number, and the squad name. I’m fairly certain I know which mech they are, but I want to be absolutely certain before I make my next move.”

[YOU’VE BEEN WORKING HARD]

[DOES SWINDLE KNOW ABOUT ME?]

“I think he’s one of the people who orchestrated it.” Prowl pressed his lips together. “We can safely assume the entirety of high command are complicit, and a few other individuals also.”

[CAN I SQUISH HIM?]

“Once my raise comes through.” Prowl linked his fingers together, rubbing his thumbs against each other in a soothing motion. “Did you manage to find anything?”

[I DID, HOWEVER IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT - SWINDLE IS HERE]

“Shit, already?!”

Jazz trembled with a laugh, the sound of it mechanically melodious. [WHY THE STRESS? IT’S GONNA BE FINE]

“I wanted more time to debrief with you.” Prowl ran his hand through his hair. “By design, huh?”

[IT’S RUDE TO KEEP HIM WAITING, PROWLER <3 SEE YOU SOON]

Prowl hopped down out of the cockpit onto the catwalk, and walked over to Swindle. The man met him with a wave and a wink.

“Let’s get to it then, shall we? There’s no point to the pleasantries when we both know we’ve been naughty.” Swindle leaned against the railing and looked out over the hangar, beckoning Prowl forwards conspiratorially. Prowl stood next to him.

Swindle nodded forwards. “There’s your mech.”

Prowl glanced up at the hangar.

The mechs between his bay and bay 11 were empty – the mechs inside were off for repairs. In bay 11 stood Vortex, a red-headed man was stood next to it. They were too far to see both who it was and what they were doing, but Prowl could take a guess at the former.

“Vortex?” Prowl quietly said. Swindle nodded.

“Yup.” He popped the P.

“Thank you. That might help the investigation some.” He paused for a beat. “What makes you think it’s not him looking himself up?”

“Two reasons. One, he’s not that vain. Two, his style of infiltrating is… different. You can tell when it’s him.”

“I suppose it’s no guessing for you who’s messing with the morning memos, then.”

“Yeah, I’m happy to give that one away for free. It’s him.”

“I wonder why?”

“He’s really bored. Desperately hard to entertain.”

“You seem to know him quite well.”

“I was there from when he was admitted until he was interred into that metal machine.” Swindle quickly replied. “I saw enough to know.”

“Right.”

“Well, that’s everything then. I’ll pass on the details of your pay rise and your room transfer later today, after you’ve had a nap. You look terrible.” Swindle pushed himself back off the railing with a huff and held his hand out to him. His sleeve pulled back, revealing his watch.

A very, very familiar watch. Prowl felt his stomach hit the floor. Swindle had the same watch as the mystery man in the photograph.

Prowl took it and quickly shook it, keen to get him moving so he could process it and debrief Jazz.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Swindle smiled at him. Prowl mutely nodded. Swindle narrowed his eyes at him.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Your watch, it’s very familiar. I’m trying to think of where I’ve seen it before.”

“Oh, this old thing? It was a gift from my Commander back in the day, you know. I’m sure it’s just some cheap thing off the shelf.”

“I didn’t take you for the type to wear cheap watches.”

“I’m a nostalgic guy.”

Stiffly, Prowl stepped back. “I wont keep you any longer, I’m sure you’re a very busy man.”

“Extremely so! Thank you, Prowl, you’ve really saved my backside.”

“Thank me when I’ve found the culprit.”

Swindle grinned.

Back in Jazz, he paced.

“Swindle is the man in the photograph - I know it. His watch is very distinct. I checked - they’re very rare, they were made by one gentleman in London, - and Swindles watch is exactly the same. He knew Svastjan. What I don’t get is why he’d lie about its value, he’s not the type to be modest.”

[WHO KNOWS ABOUT THE WATCH – SWINDLE’S A MYSTERY. SO HE KNOWS VORTEX? NO WONDER HE WONT GO NEAR HIM]

“You’d think old friends would be keen for a reunion.”

[I’VE FOUND COMPELLING EVIDENCE THAT SWINDLE SOLD THEM OUT – KNOWING THAT HE KNEW VORTEX, I IMAGINE IT WAS TO SAVE HIMSELF]

“He sold them out?”

[THE COMBATICONS, TO BE PRECISE. RECORDS HAVE NUMBERS 001 THROUGH TO 005, BUT 005 IS MARKED AS REDUNDANT. THIS MUST HAVE BEEN SWINDLES NUMBER. VORTEX IS 004, AND HE SEEMS TO BE A PROTOTYPE - BUT THE WAY HE FIGHTS ISN’T A SIDE EFFECT, IT’S WHY HE WAS CHOSEN.] the text rolled across the screen, Prowls eyes darting as he raced to keep up with him. [I’VE FOUND FOOTAGE AND REPORTS ABOUT HIM WHILE HE WAS STILL ALIVE AND HE’S JUST AS BRUTAL. THE GROUP WAS CAPTURED ON AN ANONYMOUS TIP, WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE SWINDLE. HE KNEW THEIR JIG WAS UP, AND HE WANTED LENIENCY.]

“And leniency he got, fuck me. He sold them all out for this?” Prowl felt disgusted. “No wonder he steers well clear of Vortex.”

[EVEN WEIRDER THOUGH - 001 TO 003 HAVE NEVER BEEN ACTIVATED. THEY’RE STILL ON ICE]

“Maybe Vortex was too much? They thought the rest of the team would be like that?”

[WHO KNOWS? THE BIGGER QUESTION IS WHY THEY DIDN’T START AT 001.]

“Who is 001?”

[CALL-SIGN ONSLAUGHT. A MAN CALLED OSCAR DEN KONING, HE WAS THEIR COMMANDER. I MET HIM A FEW TIMES, ACTUALLY. STERN, SCARY, BUT FAIR.]

“Did you ever meet the others?” Prowl sat up straighter.

[NO - HE WAS QUITE CAREFUL TO KEEP ME AWAY FROM THEM, SO I DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM. I WAS ONE OF HIS INFORMATION BROKERS, HE DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE ME GETTING ALL MIXED UP WITH HIS TEAM. SEEING VORTEX NOW, I DON’T BLAME HIM.]

“He sure chose his moments to be a gentleman.” Prowl grumbled. “So.” He pressed the tips of his fingers together. “Vortex is Svastjan, and for whatever reason First Aid is the first person he hasn’t killed or mentally broken. Swindle is the reason he is in a mech. They were both previously colleagues working together under Onslaught – do we have names for the other two?”

[I’LL NEED A LITTLE MORE TIME]

“Thank you, love. You’ve done a lot already.”

[SO HAVE YOU! <3 WHAT’S THE PLAN?]

“I suppose we find out exactly what’s going on here.” Prowl pressed his fingers together. “I’m not letting this happen to anyone else.”

Swindle sure chose his moments to be a gentleman too.

Not long after their little chat, he received a placement notice. He was on loan to the American Shatterdome – apparently, they’d had a surge of new recruits following an uptick in funding after their extremely rough winter, and they were in need of a few extra teachers. Prowl had been put forwards as a candidate.

He was willing to bet that Swindle had a hand in that choice, bastard. He’d played him like a fucking fiddle, made him spill his guts without even realising that he’d done it. Prowl was notorious for his teaching methods – they didn’t like to show him off to their allies as he wasn’t the nicest, that often fell to people like Hot Rod and Arcee, when they still had her. So no, he hadn’t been chosen for his sunny disposition – he had been chosen because he was a liability and he was starting to get a bit too close to something.

Removing him from the sanctity of his home base and throwing him into the deep end of a task he hadn’t done since he’d started getting greys was certain to keep him much, much too busy to even think about trying to dig deeper.

Prowl stared out over the ocean, resting against the railing. Ice cold metal bit into his hands through his thin woollen gloves, the soft down in his sleeves protecting his arms. Spring hadn’t come in yet, and there was still a harsh bite to the air. His breath condensed in clouds around him, making him look like a dragon.

Jazz would have liked it.

The thought didn’t pull as hard at his chest as it used to.

#tf mecha universe #llama writes #tf prowl #tf jazz #prowljazz #tf swindle

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chrollosbm · 1 year ago

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Ten

art cr: umbra3terna on x

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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Choso was bored. It was Friday night and he was currently laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how much he missed you. Granted, he had just seen you two days ago, but who’s counting? He only wanted to be around you at all times, making sure you were safe and sound, always within eyeview and in his protection.

The man began to genuinely worry when you wouldn’t message him back during a certain timeframe (after a half hour, Choso’s mind would reel,) or when you would fall asleep before his nightly ‘goodnight’ text, not responding until the next morning, with a ‘sorry, fell asleep,'' as if he didn’t stay up half the night, contemplating driving past your house to make sure everything was okay.

You kept your promise and stayed with him until you were able to go back to work in person, with you insisting on going back to your own apartment when you had to return to the office. Something about wanting to keep your daily routine. Ugh, whatever.

As part of the agreement though, Choso had to be the one to take you to and from work, with no exceptions. Because he had finally convinced (forced) you to let him take care of your car repairs, it was now in the shop for a couple weeks. He didn’t understand why you had gotten so worked up about him simply wanting to pay for the repairs, it really wasn’t that much of a hassle for him. In all honesty, he really wanted to buy you a new car, but seeing your reaction to him offering to get maintenance done on it, he made the right call.

You thankfully seemed to be more receptive to him wanting to take care of you now as each day passed, with him doing little things to make your days easier. Starting off, he woke up extra early to get your signature caramel latte and chocolate croissant every morning from your favorite cafe for you to start the day, knowing you never wanted to show your face in the establishment anymore thanks to the public spat between you and that horrible ex-boyfriend of yours. The simple gesture seemed to ease your usual morning tension, bringing that bright smile to your face, so he decided to make it a habit to do for you every day.

You had also briefly mentioned wanting to get beauty maintenance done for your upcoming birthday weekend (whatever that meant,) and that it was going to be more on the expensive side, so Choso did the obvious thing and proceeded to send you a hefty balance via apple pay. He really had no idea how much all this stuff costs, but he knew it sounded pricey, so he wanted to be more on the safe side.

You, of course, didn’t take it willingly at first, throwing a fit, causing another argument, claiming that paying for vehicle maintenance was more than enough. You really didn’t get it, he could buy you the entire world, the entire universe, and it still wouldn’t be enough for him. After a tense back and forth between the two of you (and a few aggressive taps on the ass from Choso,) you accepted it, gratefully. He knew it would be a huge help and that you would eventually give up anyways, but he really wanted to drill it in your head that you would never have to want for anything when you were his.

You already were his, he just hadn’t made it official, yet. The timing never seemed right with everything going on. From drama with your ex to your upcoming birthday celebration, he just didn’t know when to ask you. It was going to be very soon, he knew that, he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity and the best way to pop the question. He really wanted to jump several steps and make you his wife already, but that wasn’t the socially acceptable way to do it. Boring.

He wanted to be your husband and the father of your kids already, to hell with societal norms. You were the most beautiful being in the world to him, he knew there was no other person on this planet that could turn his head or excite him in the way that you did. Your impulsive and vibrant personality always kept him on his toes and he loved it. Being with you brought him out of his shell, with him slowly becoming more expressive with his emotions and talkative because of you.

Anyway, as he lay in bed thinking of you, he couldn’t help but wish you were still home with him, where you belonged. Every day you were at his place, he had something to look forward to when he got back from work. Coming home to the smell of grilled cheese and freshly brewed coffee was something he had grown accustomed to. He would come home to see you in his clothes that were too large for you, bare faced, with that head full of curls, looking so fucking pretty. He especially loved the couple days he would come back to see you hanging out with Yuji, either watching television or listening to his youngest brother talk your gorgeous little head off about something you very clearly had no clue what he was going on about. You just listened, pitching in every now and then, asking questions to encourage the conversation.

God, he missed you so fucking much.

One thing he really missed though? The incredible, mind shattering, groundbreaking sex the two of you had been having. You two were at it like rabbits, going round after round, lasting until one of you passed out (it was always you falling asleep right after asking for another round.) Choso had learned you were a borderline nymphomaniac, wanting to fuck every chance the two of you were behind closed doors. He wasn’t complaining though, he was finally glad he found someone who could keep up with him, he’d just underestimated how much of a sex fiend you were, and how much stamina you really had.

“Cho’, fuck- I’m gonna cum again. Please.” You were stuttering on Choso’s rigid cock, your hands fisted in your own hair of shiny curls, head leaned back as you rocked your hips back and forth on top of him, incomplete sentences coming from your mouth.

Choso was staring at you from below in awe, lip caught in his teeth, your perfect body grinding on his impossibly hard dick, with your nipples harder than rocks. He could see the goosebumps on your body as you moaned out, trying to remain as quiet as possible in the house, even though the stereo from up above in Yuji’s bedroom had been blasting for hours now.

“Please what, baby?” Choso’s voice was husky and deep, louder than yours, knowing his brother couldn’t hear you two going at it like animals. His arms were resting behind his head, a proud smile on his face, body sat up halfway as he watched you fuck yourself on top of him, sitting on your rightful throne like the queen you were. He was only a peasant compared to you, watching as you ruled his world. “You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Fuck-” He paused mid sentence, feeling the pulse of your wet cunt, causing an electric bolt to shoot up his body. “Keep using me. Ride this fucking dick.” He continued after a brief second, pants filling his breath.

He’d noticed your body reacted to the dirty words he oh so loved muttering as he was inside of you, so he’d made a habit of speaking filthily to you, as well as giving you the words of praise he always did.

Your pretty eyes snapped to his, tears brimming in those brown irises as he felt your soft walls tighten around him and your movements stopped briefly as you let out a closed mouthed whimper, entire body twitching as you did so, causing Choso to let out a shiver at the sudden tight, hot hug your cunt was giving him. He felt your arousal drip out of you and down his shaft, the blend of both of your cum mixing together again, not knowing whose liquid was whose.

“That’s a good girl…” Choso spoke, trying to compose himself, voice trailing off as he lifted his hips to meet yours, selfishly wanting to have another orgasm too. Your eyes almost bulged out your head at the sudden movement and sultry moans came out of that pretty mouth, forming an ‘o.’ “Can I cum inside you again, baby? Keep filling you up? Please?” He asked all at once, eagerly, knowing you would say yes anyway, he was just showing a little consideration.

You simply nodded, facial expression remaining the same, seemingly unable to speak as you were still riding out your intense orgasm that was currently dripping down Choso’s left thigh. That’s all it took for Choso to use his large hands to grip your asscheeks and use its plumpness to glide you up and down his wet cock, causing you to snap out of your daze, with your pretty moans to fill the large room again.

His hips were snapping up at the perfect speed, going deep enough to reach your g-spot, your soft cunt warming the entirety of his length with each thrust. He wasn’t going to last long, he knew that already as he had been cumming fast all night (and week.) He had already emptied his load into you twice already during the past hour, with both you and he not wanting to end this incredible session you were having.

He wasn’t complaining though. Why would he? He had the best view right now. Your incredible body on top of his, using him for your pleasure, brown skin glistening with light sweat, dark hair sticking to your face and neck, fucking crying and panting on his soaking dick. If he could live in this moment forever he would, pleasuring you infinitely.

Your pretty face was twisted up again, eyebrows furrowing as you looked down at him with tears now running down your face, and Choso knew what that meant. His rams got progressively rougher and he knew he was close again, too. He had to get another orgasm out of you before he finished though. He needed to feel you milking his seed out of him and into you, then he would be done for the night. Maybe.

He spit on his thumb before quickly attaching the digit to your clit, still using one arm to wrap around your waist to guide you on his cock, your clapping ass bouncing on him roughly, and began rubbing soft circles on the sensitive bud. You were panting again, more tears streaming from your eyes and onto your glistening neck. Choso was beginning to lose it just as you clenched on his length again, your tight, sopping pussy sliding up and down, up and down, and fuck.

Right on queue, the two of you were cumming at the same time, Choso’s rough, rhythmic, movements stuttering, hot seed spilling into you, as he groaned out, head resting back onto the headboard as he released into you. You were still a mess on top of him, your orgasm running through you with your wet lips quivering, looking absolutely delectable.

Choso spoke lowly and out of breath, almost wincing from the overstimulation of your tight cunt still squeezing around him. “That’s right, baby. Cum on this dick, it’s all fucking yours.” His arm around your waist was guiding you to grind on him, riding him as his thumb still abused your swollen button. You were a sobbing, gorgeous mess on top of him, those pretty sounds coming out those precious, full lips of yours, as more of your juices soaked his sheets, creating a huge mess he loved seeing.

His swollen cock was still twitching inside you, extremely over sensitive when you asked him if he could keep going, that pretty voice filling his ears, making it impossible for him to say no.

Choso’s dick was in his hand at the memory, swollen and ready to erupt as he heard the ping of his cell phone causing him to let out a loud groan. He reached over to the bedside table and his heart skipped a couple beats as he saw your name next to the messages icon on his lock screen. A smile spread across his lips upon seeing that, forgetting all about his aching cock.

He opened the message to see that you sent multiple photos of yourself, all showing your new look. His throat dried up as he swiped through each photo, soon having to clear his throat or he would begin dry heaving.

You were sporting a new hairstyle, your natural hair flat ironed, and cascading down your back, thick and shiny. Your dark, sultry eyes had long lashes on them that flattered your eye shape, making you look impossibly more beautiful. Your hand was displayed in the photo, showing a new set of nails that were long and painted a cream color with extravagant gems on a few of your fingers.

He quickly loved every image, and texted you back, “Are you trying to make my dick hard? If so, mission accomplished.” He wasn’t lying, he was still hard, somehow impossibly more than before as he stared at the photos. You were looking straight into the camera, giving the lens a seductive look.

Your text back came in fairly quickly after that, a notification indicating you loved his message and a sly response of “Don’t I always do that?”

Choso laughed out loud at that, knowing you were right. He decided to give you an actually compliment in response, one with words consisting of “beautiful,” “sunflower,” and fucking your brains out the second the two of you were alone.” Very romantic.

He knew you were going out tonight, with your sisters visiting from out of town since the day before. Andrea had apparently made it clear that the first half of your birthday weekend was for “the girls,” a message Kento had relayed over to him during their lunch break one day at the office.

Because your birthday fell on a Sunday, you wanted to celebrate with your sisters and best friend Thursday-Saturday night. Choso rolled his eyes at that. He was happy you were making time to spend time with your sisters and Andrea, but he fucking missed you. He was incredibly selfish and wanted you all to himself, wanting to spend the entirety of your birthday weekend together so he could spoil you all three days, not just the day as planned.

It was okay though, considering Andrea had planned a surprise party at her and Kento’s apartment on Saturday, and Choso was invited. Tonight was apparently a “girls only clubbing night.” Choso tensed up at that thought. The last time you went out, it didn’t go too well for you. He, in fact, had no idea where you were that entire night. The worry and anxiety he felt was something he never wanted to feel again, the emotions he was currently feeling right now..

He trusted you, but he didn’t trust other people. What if someone tried to hit on you? What if they tried to hurt you? You were nothing but his weak little baby who could barely protect yourself. Yeah, you had a mouth on you for sure, but Choso had no idea if you could handle a situation where a physical altercation ensued. The thought of you needing him and him not being there was driving his mind crazy, the idea causing the clench of his jaw and heavy breathing at the moment. What if a man-

Another text ping drove Choso away from his sinister thoughts and he was grateful this time, before picking it up and seeing another message from you, letting him know you were on your way out and to “not wait up.” He rolled his eyes at your message, knowing damn well he had half a mind to show up to the club and keep an eye on you from afar.

Should he? Shouldn’t he be there, closeby, just to be sure no one would lay a finger on you?

Those were the thoughts going through his head, as he began getting dressed, mind already made up on what he was going to do, anyway.

Chapter Eleven is Posted

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innercreationenemy · 3 months ago

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Our family story: A journey of pain and hope 💔🌟

We are a that contains 8 people of different ages, and we have different dreams and great ambitions. For example, Aya (25 years old) graduated from university as a translator and English teacher, got married and went to the south with her husband to search safety. Ahmed (23 years old) graduated from automotive electrical engineering, but he did not work in it because the war came and destroyed all his dreams of building a large garage for car maintenance. As for Amer (22 years old), he dreamed of owning all kinds of cars and renting them, but his dreams did not last.... because the war stole our dreams and destroyed our home over our heads 🏚️💥.

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hybeana · 5 months ago

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ABOUT ME

Hi there! I'm @hybeana! I'm a trans and disabled artist that could really use some help!

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This is a piece I did for my bestie @spearohero of her character Cecelia! The lineart is rough, but unfocused. If there is color, it is extremely minimal (if at all). I clean it up a little bit at the end so that it isn't a complete mess.

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hi! since i've really leaned into witchcraft and spirituality, i became much more appreciative of the earth and i've been talking to her lots but i want to also become more sustainable in my daily life to help the environment even in small ways. do you have any ideas for simple things to do or habits to change to be more sustainable?

I do indeed!!

I think some the best things you can do for sustainable living is develop sustainable skills:

Learning to sew allows you to:

- fix holes in clothes

- adjust the height/seams/etc of clothes

- crop or add to items of clothing

Which means that clothes have a longer lifespan in general!

Learning to garden (even if its windowsill gardening!) helps you:

- spend less on certain herbs or plants (an easy way to start is regrowing spring onions in water)

- grow more native plants in your area

- encourage more insects into your garden

Learning to cook and bake can actually be super helpful because:

- you don't rely on takeaways or ready meals as often

- you can have more control over where your food is sourced and what you're eating

- you can meal plan and prep which saves time and money

- you can learn how to make your own jams, pickles, syrups etc! And you can get pretty creative with it!

Learning simple diy skills is super beneficial as you can:

- make things unqiue and suited to yourself (I.e. perfect sized shelves or a cabinet that fits perfectly in that gap between your bed and wall)

- restore thrifted furniture (staining to a preferred colour, cutting off legs to shorten it, fix the wobbly door etc)

- recycle old furniture, cabinets or similiar unused items into something else (I've turned a old cabinet into a small outdoor storage unit) rather than throwing them away

Learning basic maintenance for things you own is a money saver and:

- means you can fix your bike chain or replace your car's oil and filter without needing to call anyone or spend extra money

- can keep you safe and at a lower risk of motor accident (knowing how to do basic maintenance checks can help you see warning signs for damage)

- means that simpler things like clogged drains, non-flushing toilets, leaky taps etc no longer require calling and paying for a plumber

Of course you don't need to be an expert in any of these, I'm certainly not! But I can cook myself a decent meal, sew some new buttons on an old shirt or fix a hole in my jeans and restore an old wardrobe into something usable.

I love Pete Seeger's quote:

"If it can’t be reduced, reused, repaired, rebuilt, refurbished, refinished, resold, recycled or composted, then it should be restricted, redesigned or removed from production."

Basically it's so important to be aware of your consumption - avoid overconsumption, buy quality over quantity, thrift and reuse things, trade with people. Throwing things away should be a last resort or a necessity, rather than a "I don't know what else to do with it".

And, while recycling isn't quite the saviour people think it is, it is so important to get into the habit of sorting your rubbish correctly!!

Other important sustainable habits include:

Changing your eating habits. If it's feasible for you, try:

- reduce meat and dairy consumption (including fish, as they're massively overharvested)

- prioritise locally and ethically sourced animal produce (local butchers can be a great place to start for this)

- eat more seasonally (its not really feasible to only eat seasonal foods, but try to learn about them and incorporate them more)

- reduce food waste with composting, food donations, meal planning/prepping and learn to love leftovers

- invest in a tap filter and reusable water bottle (drinking tap water is not always safe depending on where you live so research first!!!)

- use public transport (or walk) where possible!

- connect with other people near you who also care about sustainable living: trade services and items and knowledge!

- learn about your local area and ecology!! I sound like a broken record saying this, but the BEST way to start living with nature, is to understand it. You can't help your local wildlife if you don't know it, you can't take steps to protect your environment if you don't know the threats.

All of these are just a few tips and ideas, they may not be feasible for everyone for numerous reasons but it's important to remember that it's not about being perfect, it's about *trying* and doing what you can.

There's so much more I could get into here, from foraging to activism to how and what to thrift vs when to splurge on new items but I think this post is long enough! Let me know if there's anything you want expanding or going into more depth on!!!

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