#struts maintenance

[swissautoservice1]

How to Keep Your Suspension System in Top Shape

The suspension system is the unsung hero of your car, responsible for providing a smooth ride and maintaining control on the road. Proper maintenance ensures not only a comfortable driving experience but also enhances your vehicle’s safety and performance. Here’s a comprehensive guide to keeping your suspension system in top shape.

Understand the Suspension System

The suspension system comprises components like shock absorbers, struts, springs, and control arms. These parts work together to absorb road impacts, maintain tire contact with the road, and provide stability during turns.

Regular Inspections Are Key

Conduct regular visual inspections of the suspension system. Look for signs of wear and tear, such as:

Leaking shock absorbers

Uneven tire wear

Cracked or broken springs

Worn bushings or control arms

Early detection of issues can save you from costly repairs later.

Monitor Tire Health and Alignment

Tires play a crucial role in suspension performance. Ensure proper tire pressure and rotate them regularly to avoid uneven wear. Additionally, check the wheel alignment periodically. Misaligned wheels put extra stress on suspension components and can cause handling issues.

Avoid Overloading Your Vehicle

Every vehicle has a specific load capacity. Overloading can strain the suspension system, causing premature wear of springs and shocks. Stick to the manufacturer’s recommended load limit to prolong the life of your suspension.

Drive Cautiously on Rough Roads

Potholes and uneven terrains can wreak havoc on your suspension system. To minimize damage:

Slow down on rough roads

Avoid driving over speed bumps too quickly

Steer clear of deep potholes whenever possible

Replace Worn-Out Components Promptly

If you notice a decrease in ride quality, excessive bouncing, or difficulty steering, it might be time to replace certain suspension parts. Worn shocks or struts can compromise vehicle stability and should be replaced immediately.

Lubricate Moving Parts

Proper lubrication reduces friction and prevents wear in suspension components such as control arms and bushings. Make sure to use the recommended lubricant during routine maintenance.

Schedule Professional Maintenance

While DIY inspections are helpful, nothing beats a professional touch. Schedule regular maintenance at a trusted car service center. Professional technicians can perform a thorough check-up and address any hidden issues.

Listen for Warning Signs

Your car often signals suspension problems through:

Strange noises like clunking or squeaking

Difficulty in steering or poor handling

A bumpy or uneven ride

Ignoring these signs can lead to serious damage, so address them immediately.

Use Quality Replacement Parts

When replacing suspension components, always opt for high-quality or OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) parts. Cheap alternatives may not provide the same durability and can lead to recurring issues.

Maintaining your suspension system is crucial for ensuring a safe, smooth, and enjoyable driving experience. By following these tips and staying proactive with inspections and maintenance, you can extend the life of your suspension system and avoid costly repairs.

Trust only experienced professionals for any suspension repair. At Royal Swiss Auto Services, we specialize in top-notch car care, ensuring your vehicle’s suspension system remains in peak condition. Drive safely and smoothly with our expert services!

[chiprewington]

peeled

[famewolf]

I took my car into the mechanic to get it's yearly check up and it passed with flying colors! had two different mechanics tell me they were impressed at how good it's looking for its age

[jandsautomotiveusa]

A Step-by-Step Guide to Suspension Repair: How to Keep Your Ride Smooth and Safe

Your vehicle’s suspension system plays a crucial role in maintaining ride comfort and handling stability, especially on uneven or rough roads. However, over time, components in the suspension can wear out or become damaged, leading to issues that affect your vehicle's performance. Addressing these problems early with proper suspension repair not only ensures a smoother ride but also enhances safety.

This how-to guide will walk you through the basics of diagnosing common suspension issues, performing repairs, and maintaining your suspension system to extend its lifespan.

Why Suspension Repair is Important

The suspension system is designed to absorb shock and provide a smooth ride by keeping your tires in contact with the road. A worn or damaged suspension can lead to poor handling, uneven tire wear, and decreased stopping power. Without timely suspension repair, these problems can worsen, affecting both the comfort and safety of your vehicle.

Common Signs of Suspension Problems

Before diving into suspension repair, it’s essential to know the signs that indicate your suspension may need attention. Here are some common symptoms:

Bumpy or rough ride: If you feel every bump on the road, your shocks or struts may be worn out.

Uneven tire wear: Poor alignment or faulty suspension can cause your tires to wear unevenly.

Leaning or pulling to one side: This may indicate a suspension imbalance or alignment issue.

Excessive bouncing: After hitting a bump, if your car bounces more than a couple of times, your suspension might need repair.

Difficulty steering: A loose or stiff steering wheel can be a sign of suspension damage.

Nose diving when braking: If the front of your vehicle dips when you brake, your shocks may need replacing.

If you notice any of these signs, it’s time to inspect your suspension system and consider repairs.

Tools and Materials Needed for Suspension Repair

Before starting any repair work, gather the necessary tools and materials:

Jack and jack stands

Lug wrench

Socket set and wrench set

Screwdrivers

Suspension components (e.g., shocks, struts, bushings, control arms)

Torque wrench

Penetrating oil (for rusted parts)

Safety gloves and goggles

Step-by-Step Guide to Basic Suspension Repair

Let’s dive into the basic steps of suspension repair, focusing on replacing common components like shocks and struts, which are often the culprits behind poor ride quality.

Step 1: Ensure Safety and Lift the Vehicle

Start by parking your car on a level surface and engaging the parking brake. Use a jack to lift the vehicle and secure it with jack stands. Always double-check the stability of your car before working underneath it. Remove the wheel using a lug wrench to access the suspension components.

Step 2: Inspect the Suspension System

Once the wheel is removed, take a close look at the suspension parts. Check for any visible damage, such as cracks or leaks from the shocks or struts. Examine the bushings, control arms, and ball joints for signs of wear. If any component shows damage or excessive wear, it’s time to replace it.

Step 3: Remove the Old Shocks or Struts

If you’re replacing worn shocks or struts, follow these steps:

Loosen the bolts: Use your socket set to remove the bolts securing the shock or strut to the suspension system. You may need penetrating oil to loosen rusted or stubborn bolts.

Remove the component: Carefully pull the old shock or strut out of place, being mindful not to damage any surrounding parts.

Inspect the mounting points: Before installing the new part, inspect the mounting points for rust or damage. Clean the area if needed.

Step 4: Install the New Shocks or Struts

Now that the old components are removed, it’s time to install the new parts.

Position the new shock or strut: Align the new component with the mounting points. Make sure it fits properly before securing it.

Tighten the bolts: Using a torque wrench, tighten the bolts to the manufacturer’s recommended specifications. Be sure not to overtighten, as this can cause damage.

Repeat for the other side: It’s essential to replace shocks or struts on both sides of the vehicle to ensure balanced handling and performance.

Step 5: Inspect and Replace Other Suspension Components (if necessary)

While you have access to the suspension system, check other components such as control arms, bushings, and ball joints. If these parts show signs of wear or damage, now is the time to replace them. Worn bushings, for example, can lead to vibrations and poor handling, while damaged control arms may affect the vehicle’s alignment.

Step 6: Reassemble and Lower the Vehicle

After replacing the necessary suspension parts, reinstall the wheels and tighten the lug nuts. Carefully lower the vehicle using the jack and remove the jack stands.

Step 7: Test Drive and Check Alignment

Once your suspension repair is complete, take the car for a test drive to ensure everything feels smooth and stable. Pay attention to the ride quality, steering responsiveness, and whether the vehicle pulls to one side. If you notice any alignment issues, it’s a good idea to get a professional alignment to ensure your tires are properly aligned with the suspension system.

When to Seek Professional Help

While many basic suspension repairs can be done at home, some issues are more complex and may require professional assistance. If you’re dealing with significant suspension damage or aren’t comfortable performing the repairs yourself, it’s best to consult a mechanic.

Here are some situations where professional help is recommended:

Major suspension damage: If your vehicle has been in an accident or shows signs of severe suspension failure, leave the repairs to a professional.

Complex components: Parts like coil springs or control arms may require specialized tools and expertise to replace safely.

Unusual noises or vibrations: If your suspension is making strange noises or you feel unusual vibrations after repair, it’s best to get a mechanic’s opinion to ensure everything is properly installed.

Tips for Maintaining Your Suspension System

To avoid frequent suspension repair, consider these tips for keeping your system in top shape:

Drive cautiously on rough roads: Avoid hitting potholes and speed bumps at high speeds, as these can strain your suspension.

Regularly check tire pressure: Properly inflated tires reduce stress on the suspension system.

Get regular alignments: Misaligned wheels can cause uneven tire wear and put extra pressure on suspension components.

Replace parts in pairs: Always replace shocks, struts, or other suspension parts in pairs to maintain balance and performance.

Conclusion: Keep Your Suspension in Top Shape with Regular Repairs

Your vehicle’s suspension system is key to both comfort and safety. By staying proactive with suspension repair and addressing issues early, you can prevent larger problems and ensure a smooth, stable ride. Whether you’re tackling basic repairs like replacing shocks or consulting a professional for more complex issues, maintaining your suspension will extend the life of your vehicle and keep you safe on the road.

[steves-auto-repair-va]

Drivers typically visit an auto repair shop if they notice a problem, such as leaks, driveability issues, warning lights, or noises.

They will also see a mechanic when it’s time for routine maintenance.

However, your car needs more than just the occasional oil change or a new battery. It also requires flushes, suspension repair, and the replacing of components that wear out from daily use.

If you choose to take care of one or certain parts of your car, you’re only doing a portion of the work. It’s like updating the antivirus on your computer but not performing the Windows updates.

Preventative car maintenance keeps various systems running smoothly and can help travelers avoid unsightly bills.

[ez-garage-door-repair]

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[smallestapplin]

Let me help you

This was commissioned by @bellafragolina

Warnings : overstim, sub!Ratchet, oral, squirting, cybertronians have both a valve and a spike, gn!Cybertronian reader.

🔞Mdni! Adults only, please!🔞

Word count : 1,248

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Ratchet eyes you suspiciously, after the offer you just made him why wouldn’t he? Sucking his spike while he works, are you mad? Though he finds it hard to deny you, when you look up at him, pleading with him with a smile.

“Pleeease? You’re always so busy, I miss my Conjunx.”

Oh you know just how to play him, and he knows it too, he knows what you’re doing and he hates that it’s working. Ratchet sighs, grumbling under his breath as he moves his chair back making room for you to crawl underneath. Your optics brighten with pure joy as you dive under his work table, making yourself comfortable before turning your attention back to him.

Even just his thighs are so thick, you can’t help but drag your servos across them taking in every dip and curve. You chuckle feeling him tense under your touch, knowing just what your beloved likes. And like it he does as you kiss his modesty plating, making him let out a shaky sigh. Looking down at you, his cheeks flushed blue with energon, you’re looking back up at him waiting.

“You certainly are one needy bot.”

You smile up at him as his words ring true, but that doesn’t stop you from placing another messy kiss to his plating. Your optics gleam when it begins to pull back, showing you his pressurized spike, leaking transfluid already. He has been so busy you two never have time aside from a few teasing touches, it seems Ratchet is just as needy as you are.

“Primus above, I love your spike.”

Ratchet trembles feelings your glossa lick up his shaft, cleaning it of any leaking transfluid not wanting any of his spent to go to waste. His spike is so thick, perfect for filling out your valve, but today is about him. Ratchet tries to focus on his work, typing out any new injuries on the autobots he needs to check on, or keep an optic out on, or maintenance on the ground bridge, but it’s near impossible to focus.

Your dermas kissing up his throbbing shaft up to the tip, just to wrap your dermas around it and take him deep within your intake, it’s so sudden Ratchet’s back strut arches as a servo flies up to cover his intake, muffling any sound he could make.

“Wait ... .wait wait if you do that- mm!! Scrap, that’s so….ohhh..!!” His voice begins to turn into garbled static, his optics flickering and fluttering.

You chuckle around his spike while your thumb rubs circles around his node making his valve clench around nothing and leaking more slick. Reports sit on his desk long forgotten, as he doubles over his helm laying on his desk with his servos on your helm. He’s going crazy, his helm feeling heavy foggy with lust, his systems screaming he’s overheating, but it just feels so good, too good, oh Primus he’s- Ratchet can barely warn you, barely managing a pathetic whine before he overloads suddenly with a mute scream.

His transfluid filling your intake, his spike throbbing and valve clenching wildly around nothing. You help your lover ride his high, drinking down his hot transfluid, milking his spike gently until he begins to sit up, but you aren’t done, you can’t be.

You slowly pull yourself off his spike, giggling when Ratchet flops back in his chair, his body shaking, sharply ex-venting with his fans running high to cool himself off. You kiss his inner thigh before nuzzling into it.

“Oh, my big handsome bot, you certainly are quite the sight. My pretty mech.” You lavish his thighs with kisses, your servos gently rubbing up and down them helping soothe him, easing him down from his overload. You know just how to run his charge, he swears he sparkbonded with a menace.

Lazily he manages to lift his helm backup to look at you, you look so sexy sat between his legs like this, your own spike pressurized and leaking yet you seem to ignore it, from this angle he can see your valve dripping, begging to be filled, but you stop his train of thought.

“How do you feel, pretty?”

Ratchet huffs at the endearing name, despite how much he likes it.

“I’m fine, you did so good….haaa…give me a moment and I can return the favor.”

You try not to laugh as he clearly doesn’t know your plan, but ever the giving lover he is, how did you get so lucky? You lean your helm against his thigh one last time.

“I love you, Ratchet.” You coo at him far too sweetly, but he can’t stop from giving you a soft expression.

He sighs playfully, small smile gracing his dermas as he answers.

“I love you t-mm! Frag! T-too much…!” Optics wide feeling his valve getting stretched open. His intake dropping open, drool leaking down his chin.

You stuff two of your digits into his valve, thrusting them in and curling them to rub against his sweet spot, your dermas on his node sloppily kissing and sucking on it while your servo strokes his sensitive spike. His legs thrash for a moment before snapping shut around your helm, his servos pressed to your helm, unsure if he wants to pull you impossibly closer or push you away.

Every thought is pouring out of his helm, not a single one left in his brain module leaving the poor medic dumb and drunk off the pleasure you keep giving him. You moan into his valve, your spike twitching and leaking as you find yourself addicted to his taste, his heady heavy scent makes your helm spin.

You buck your hips humping the air, desperate for any friction or anything to shove into your needy valve.

“Frag, frag fraag! M’gonna…gonna overload, I can’t- scrap!” Ratchet squeals, his voice box giving out a broken version of your name, pleading with you, for what even he isn’t sure. His hips rutting against your face plate as he cries out, his overload hitting him hard.

His valve gushes all over your digits and face plate, coating you in his transfluid as he squirts. His spike throbbing and weakly pumping out more of his seed that you love so much.

Your beloved falls limp, blacking out as his frame near violently shaking, ex-venting hard. His body covered in coolant, you can hear his fans working overtime to cool him down. You slide up from under the table, pulling a cloth from your chassis to clean him up until his systems are back online.

…Which doesn’t seem to be happening, you check him over making sure he isn’t hurt or nothing is wrong with his systems.

Everything is coming back normal, until you jump at the sound of a soft snore, you sucked him dry and right into unconsciousness. You snort, smiling at your sleeping Conjunx, he needed this, he’s been working so hard, too hard, he forgets to take care of himself.

You try not to jostle him too much, picking up the thick bot with ease and taking him back to your shared habsuite to lay him on your berth. You’ll pamper him more ince his status cycle is complete, but right now you’ll finish yourself off before cuddling up to him and get some rest yourself.

Though you might have to explain why Ratchet still hasn’t woken up once it's midday, it seems he needed more rest than you thought, whoops.

[agbpaints]

The founder of your blood house banzai charged a bunch of people with a samurai sword and came from a program that trained with mechs hardened for melee but never thought maybe that'd work in a highlander too.

It took the Inner Sphere 300 years to reinvent a stick? - Melissa, c.3025, after her first encounter with a Hatchetman

(meme by u/MagnanimousTaco)

[alluringwaves]

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ summer!roberts!reader & jason are barbie & ken.

summer!roberts!reader x jason grace

“Barbie has a great day everyday. But Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.”

He had saved the world. He had fought monsters, led armies, and defied gods. But none of that—not the lightning, not the storms, not even literal death—had ever prepared Jason Grace for the hurricane that was you.

You were Camp Half-Blood’s princess, the It-Girl of Olympus, and everyone knew it.

Your perfume— Sol de Janeiro 40—was a warning sign and a trademark. You walked through camp like you owned it, and honestly? You might as well have. Tanned, glowing, and dressed in a cute little Juicy Couture set, you were the closest thing to divine he had ever seen.

And Jason Grace? He was just the Ken to your Barbie.

Not that he minded.

“Jason!” Your voice rang through the camp like a royal decree, and immediately, Jason—who had been talking to Percy—turned on instinct.

Percy snorted. “Man, you’re so whipped.”

Jason didn’t even bother denying it.

You appeared in all your high-maintenance, sun-kissed, perfectly accessorized glory, oversized sunglasses perched on top of your head as you strutted towards him like you were about to demand something.

(You probably were.)

You stopped in front of him, crossed your arms, and huffed. “I’m bored.”

Jason blinked. “Okay?”

“Well, do something about it.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Like what?”

“I don’t know! You’re supposed to be my boyfriend, figure it out.” You rolled your eyes, then added a dramatic sigh, “Honestly, what’s the point of having a boyfriend if he’s not going to entertain me?”

Jason just smiled, utterly unfazed. “Shopping trip?”

You gasped like he had just proposed. “Jason!” You gripped his arm. “That is literally the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”

Percy whispered “whipped” under his breath. Jason ignored him.

“Drew!” You spun around, spotting your partner-in-crime lounging nearby. “We’re going shopping.”

Drew raised an eyebrow. “Took him long enough to suggest it.”

Jason just accepted his fate. He wasn’t leading this relationship—he was just along for the ride.

And honestly? He loved it.

Three hours, too many stores, and several confused satyrs later, Jason found himself carrying way too many bags from Victoria’s Secret, Bath & Body Works, and literally every other store you deemed worthy.

You, meanwhile, were thriving.

“Oh my gods,” you gushed, holding up the tiniest pink bikini known to man. “Jase, look. Isn’t this so cute?”

Jason—who had long since stopped trying to pretend he had opinions on fashion—just smiled. “Yeah, babe. It’s great.”

You beamed. “I know!”

Drew sighed, looking at Jason with something like pity. “You’re a trophy boyfriend at this point.”

Jason just shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with the kind of adoration that made the entire shopping trip worth it. “That’s because you love me and you know I love you.”

Jason kissed the top of your head. “Yeah. I do.”

Because really, what was he if not yours?

[actuallyhisangel]

FirefighterChief!David who was understandably confused when (after years of funding being cut and funds being diverted from his team by the official Fire and Rescue Department) the newly appointed Commissioner was dead set determined to make the Station of Dalia the best one in California.

FirefighterChief!David who was understandably confused when said newly appointed Commissioner knocked upon his office door with a bright, beautiful smile and asked the not so simple question, "How can I help?".

FirefighterChief!David who was understandably concerned when his Station fell head-over-heals in love with the new commissioner after they had been wronged by authority time and time again.

FirefighterChief!David who watched his crew grow to see the commissioner as part of their little family. The one who would show up on Sundays and help out with maintenance, or help meal-prep for the long nights, or the one who would help sort out paperwork on faulty equipment.

FirefighterChief!David who began to look forward to the days that his boss would swing by and check on how everything was going. who began to look forward to seeing his boss strut into his office, wearing tight little button up shirts and tight dress pants. the same one who would swing their hair over their shoulder and flutter their eyelashes at him while they seemed to solve all of his problems.

FirefighterChief!David who looked forward to the monthly council meetings just so they could make eyes at each other from across the crowded room.

FirefighterChief!David who claimed that an angel came into his life at a very specific time. And that as long as he walked upon this earth he would praise the heavens for gracing him the pleasure of knowing them. Needing them. Loving them.

[dreamgrlarchive]

My Collection of Beauty Standard Inspo 💗

#PrettyHeiressDiaries

video vixens ❤︎︎

video vixens are the quintessential sexy girl that you either wanted to be or wanted to get. they’re almost always hyper girly and there’s a natural beauty to them that’s less prominent as of late. they ooze effortless sex appeal. not to mention the mystery they held. i mean they literally were just there to look good, be pursued, and look good some more. they weren’t talking, let alone telling their business.

thin brows

frosty lip gloss

jet black or honey blonde long hair

millennium/logomania designer pieces

very blingy detailz

revealing cuts + sexy silhouettes

vintage glam black women ❤︎︎

appearing effortlessly beautiful while giving high maintenance class. these women are EXPEN$IVE! striking personalities and body language that commanded respect and attracted the best treatments only. a very overt glamorous brand of femininity.

voluminous hair and curls

opulent accessories

fur coats + shawls

metallic, shimmery eyes

pendant jewelry

ultrafeminine bougie women ❤︎︎

women like kimora lee simmons, mariah carey, and nicki minaj (and fictional characters like hilary banks, dionne davenport and toni childs) all carry themselves with a super girly aura. they don’t mind the “diva” or “gold digger” label; embrace it even. they love pink and being the most sparkly in the room and are often very successful and headstrong!

pink, pink, pink

tweed, tartan, + plaid

natural glam makeup

silk presses and sew ins

blouses + skirts

crop tops, tube tops, + turtlenecks

iconic early 90s supermodels ❤︎︎

the golden age of fashion. these women walked in the most influential fashion shows for me; chanel ss95, chanel fw92, azzedine alaia fw91, versace 92, lanvin a/w 91. the epitome of untouchable glamour. the circle of the most beautiful, most hardworking women ever.

silk, tulle, chiffon

statement pieces

designer purses

houndstooth and cheetah prints

form-fitting silhouettes

an amazing strut

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Continuity Error 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you are the resident tech and fly on the wall, until you’re not. (short!reader)

Characters: Thor, this reader is known as Stormie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The floor is quiet. The leadership meeting typically offers a respite from the usual buzz. You go through your task list, checking off each, checking in on those of other techs you're waiting on. Always a delay, always an excuse.

As you weave through your work, the conference room lets out. You check the clock, surprised at how early it is. It's usually at least forty minutes longer. Too bad.

There's a murmur across the room and you can't help but be irked by the low baritone creeping through the air. You glance over as Mr. Odinson speaks with a woman who used to work a few desks down. She looks agitated as he can barely look at her.

To your chagrin, he's watching you. She pulls his attention back before you can react. You quickly turn back to your screen. He probably wasn't looking at you.

His voice continues to pervade the space as it so often does. You peer over at two figures looming around the conference room door. One you know, Odinson's brother. A gloomy man without much consideration for others.

You get up and cross the space. You're overwhelmed by all the sudden activity and people who don't belong. There's still a ruckus sounding from the meeting room. Of course those in charge don't abide a tight schedule. You don't envy the PAs and their babysitting jobs.

You go into the break room. You have your thermos but you just need space. You're relieved to find it empty and exhale. You could do your job from home, for the most part. No one listens. No one hears.

"Ah, there she is. The woman I'm in need of," Odinson's voice has you spinning to face him.

You give a tight-lipped expression as you resist an all out scowl, "sir, I was just going back to my desk--"

"I've a more important task at hand," he interjects. You're not much of a talker, but you're not overly fond of being spoken over.

"Oh, sir, I have a task list--"

"Bah, some intern can see to maintenance," he waves off with his large hand. "This is much more intriguing."

You're not interested. Excitement is not for you. You keep things orderly, predictable, safe. You don't show your agitation and merely nod.

"Alright, but I do have some projects--"

"Not buts. Come. Get your bag."

You hesitate. "My bag?"

"Yes, we must hurry," he claps his hands and you flinch. "I'm already behind. Those meetings always do go overly long."

He bounces on his heel and turns, strutting out without further argument. Oh boy. This can't be good. Most days, you rarely leave your desk. A bathroom break here or there, maybe to get some water, but you avoid anything more. Even when there are donuts in the breakroom. The sugar just makes you sleepy.

You cautiously go back out to your desk and sit. You're a bit shocked. Can't he find someone else? There are a dozen techs who would be slathering to be his lap dog. You're certain whatever he has in mind hardly requires IT. One of his manager buddies could sort him out.

You calmly shut down your computer and tuck your thermos in your bag. It doesn't feel right. Packing up this early. It makes your ears itchy. This isn't how it goes. This isn't what you were ready for today.

"Come, let us go," Odinson reappears as he checks his watch.

"Sir," you stand and take your jacket, folded neatly over the back of your chair. You hook your bag over your other shoulder. "How long--"

"So curious. Let's face our adventure head on," he insists as he ushers you ahead of him.

You're glad your back is to him as you lead him between the other desks, though you aren't happy for the prying glances. The flirty temps and the gossipy seniors are all watching. From the outside, this must look rather strange. You doubt any of these people even recognise you.

You step into the elevator and as he gets on, you swear he makes it dip before the doors close. He turns to stand side by side with you, close even as no one else joins you. A man his size must make most spaces seem cramped. He taps the button down to the parking garage. You scrunch up your mouth.

"Sir, is this the Harriford office again? I thought Scott--"

"Ah, you have so many questions. Consider it a special assignment," he explains. "I will be sure a premium is added to your next cheque."

"Sir," you begin.

"Please, Thor, as I prefer it. It is only just us, after all."

How could you forget? Just you and him. You sink into resignation with the descent of the elevator.

As the compartment stops at the bottom, he waves you out first. You stop just outside the doors as you are disoriented by the large garage. He brushes your lower back and points across the lot. You shift away from his touch.

He leads you over to his car. A luxury car in a regal red. He opens the door for you and you chew down your anxiety. You get in the seat and search for the belt, finding it at an awkward angle that has you twist to reach it it. He gets in the driver's side and sighs. His legs are too long even as his seat is pushed much further back than your own.

"Ah, little one," he says as he starts the engine with the push of a button, "did I mention that blouse is rather... pretty."

You frown and look down. Beige and brown stripes. Not exactly Vogue material. Thrifted and unstained. Your standard.

Your shoulders rise and inch, "thank you, sir."

He grips the wheel and backs out, so fast you grip the door, hugging your bag in your other arm. He swoops around and redirects, speeding through the rows and slamming his brakes as he swerves around. He's an awful driver.

He comes to the ramp and you're pushed into the seat as he revs up into the sunlight. You suppress a groan. He's just as reckless as you would expect.

"Never fear, little one, I would not let you get hurt," he assures you and chuckles. "Isn't it nice to get out of the office?"

No. You just breathe and keep a tight hold on the door. The few responses you can think of aren't appropriate. You can only hope that this is a quick job.

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Part 1 of the many more rewrites to come, This will allow me to make them the very best that they can be. Word count:1.5K

It's official !! You walked out of the DMV as proud as you can, you had officially gotten your license to drive. Your dad was super duper proud of you. He knew you would ace it after a few goes. Soon the day after your 16th birthday, he kept a deal with you, If you managed to get good grades before the summer started. He would help you get your first car.

You made it to the used car dealership. God, there are so many options to choose from. What do you pick first?

"Hello welcome to mirage automotives !!" The dealer greeted you and your dad.

"Hi, What would be the best starter car for a kiddo that had just gotten their license ??" He smirked at you playfully.

"Dad" You grumbled, turning slight pink.

"That's perfect. We do have some very good Toyota Corolla's..." The dealer tried to sweeten the deal.

But they didn't quite scream take me home, They were all pretty av. But as you walked by, you came across a bright yellow colour. It pierced the side of your eye. Looking over your eyes were in a little state of wonder, A 1977 Chevrolet Camaro.

You went over and got a proper look on the inside, this was almost practically in mint condition, How long has it been in here ??

Your dad saw you and slightly grimaced, he would know these types of cars would be super expensive.

"Y/n ?? You sure you don't want to look at some of the Ford's ??"

"Could we take a look at this ??" You looked up at him with soft pleading eyes.

"You sure ?? I know you kids want cool cars but... Don't you want something sturdy ??"

"I know But it's just a look"

So he let you do your own thing, Wow the being inside the car was even better than the outside. Oh this was talking your language.

The dealer saw you two and strutted over. "She's a beaut ain't it ??"

"She is" You smiled

"Tell you what, cause you gotten your license, $2000" He offered.

You looked at the dealer and your dad, Please !!!!!!

Your dad could only chuckle, oh alright, for his kiddo.

Once the paperwork was all sorted, he happily handed you the keys and you were officially on your way.

"Thank you Dad... thank you so much !!" You had a beaming smile.

"You better not ding this car up" He playfully chuckled and ruffled your head.

"I won't"

You soon began the drive out of the parking lot, making your way back home. The drive was as smooth as butter. You then reached over and tried to turn on the radio, but it started to act strange... it whirred and scratched, jumping stations.

"Weird" You turned it off.

"If that guy ripped me off..." Your dad frowned slightly.

"I'm sure he didn't, It might just need to be upgraded. Besides the car works is what matters the most" You smiled, trying to reassure him.

He smiled a little. "You're right, it is, thank goodness for that"

And so over the summer, you began to perform various upgrades and much-needed maintenance to the car. It was honestly so much fun. Your whole summer was practically this car, and soon you put the final piece to the puzzle. A brand new radio, hopefully, it'll work... But even when school finally started, you were puzzled by the radio still scratching and whirring all over the place. Not only that, new problems started to arise, The pedals would sometimes not work, gears would change, and even the speedometer was all over the place.

So before school, you took it back to the dealership to ask some questions.

"Hey hi, umm I bought this car last summer and I've done a good amount of upgrades to it, but it seems to be having some issues ??"

"What seems to be the issue ??" The mechanic wiped his hand and looked over the car.

"The radio is just jumping without me turning the dial, The pedals get stuck, Gears change and the speedometer just goes..." You mimicked how it went.

"I'll take a look at it"

You handed him the keys and waited outside the shop, about half an hour later he came back to you with your car.

"Everything looks fine on our end." he handed you back the keys.

Over time, you were just getting more and more frustrated, more problems were starting to arise and you were on the brink, One afternoon, you came back to the car after school and turned the ignition to start it. Nothing... again... nothing, third times a charm, it worked but the speedometer was wonky yet again.

You groaned and began to bang on the dashboard in frustration. "What's wrong with you !!!" You shouted at the top of your lungs.

But then... the engine stopped.

Wait... hang on... cars were not meant to do that.

You frowned as you watched the radio begin to flick a few stations before playing a snippet of a song. "It's nothing wrong with me..."

"What the..." Your car was haunted.

The radio scratched again, playing more strung-together dialogue. Was it... Trying to talk to you ??

Not bad kid..." It said once you figured it out.

You tried to calm yourself and looked around, before back at the radio. "What are you ??" You spoke hesitantly.

"I am... from space !!" It scratched again.

"An alien ??"

An audio of applause was playing. Holy shit... an alien car.

"Why are you here..."

But before the alien car could answer that, you jolted at the sound of something hitting the windscreen, a cup of not-so-nice liquid. Courtesy of your bully.

"Missed a spot L/n" He laughed as he fist bumped his friends.

You growled and flipped him off before the radio began to scratch and play an audio from over the summer, it was your voice telling them off... what in the Ai is this !!

But this riled the bully up, and he walked over to try and get you out, before the car soon began to start and drive on its own, revving out of the parking lot and on the road.

"Shit shit !!!!!!" You tried to hang on from all the drifts and turns as the bully and his friends chased you. Ok, you were gonna be sick. Soon you arrived at an abandoned building after making a different turn, hopefully, they wouldn't find you... oh, come on !!

His friends quickly got you out before you could do anything and sealed off any exits. "You think you're a tough one aren't you l/n ??" Your bully smirked before punching you in the gut.

This went on for a little while, and the alien car saw this time after time after time since school started, he was saddened that no one stood up for you, hence why he did what he did earlier.

So It revved its engine super loudly, scaring the bullies. He went over to the car and ripped the door open, only to find no one inside it... then how...

Suddenly the door slammed shut on his fingers, making him scream out. "Goddamn it !!"

You watched as his friends tried to get his fingers out of the door but it didn't seem to budge until the door swung open knocking them back. But then came the most strange thing of all. The car soon began to shift and transform, massive hands pushing against the ground, it's body rearranging and coupling to stand tall in a new format.

Your bullies friends soon bolted, fuck this shit, they didn't sign up for it.

The alien soon then shifted his arm into what looked like an arm canon. Aiming it at the bully who was now crying.

"Leave... them... alone..." It talked through the radio.

"Screw you !!" It yelled at the alien before it revved up, the arm cannon soon began to hum and glow. "Alright alright !! I'll leave them alone !!"

The arm cannon soon stopped and shifted back into a hand, But just for good measure, you saw the oil filter lid open up and pop out, soon spraying oil all over your bully. He had enough, soon he ran back to his car and drove off.

"Hasta lavista baby" The radio scratched the familiar Arnie dialogue.

You got up slowly and looked up at it... this was crazy... and it stood up for you... It soon looked at you, making you stand back... but it was a more soft look, like it was happy to see you.

"Who are you ??"

It's radio scratched. "My name... is... bumblebee" He whirred softly after.

"Bumblebee..." You started to twitch a smile.

He then did a few boxing punches while the radio scratched "I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee" He smiled at you again.

"Thank you..."

You reached out your hand, to which he responded by placing his palm over your hand, In this moment... a friendship was secured.

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[whereslynx]

R is a lil spoiled brat, but that doesnt keep Oscar from spoiling her a lil more 😌

a/n: what a cutie patootie idea, i loved writing this😭

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You’re a spoiled brat, and you know it—and Oscar’s got a weakness for that spark in you, no matter how much he acts unbothered.

You have that bratty charm down to a science, always wanting what you want, exactly when you want it.

And Oscar? He’s right there, playing along, spoiling you with a lazy smirk that says he’s wrapped around your finger—though he’d never admit it.

Fancy gifts, midnight food runs, the keys to his impala—he makes sure you have it all, no complaints.

You push, he indulges; you pout, he melts, all the while pretending he’s not just as hooked as you are.

All it takes is one little whine to leave your lips, and he’s already counting the cash for that slutty little dress you’d been eyeing, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, “I got you, baby.”

“You don’t need that,” he’ll say with a raised brow, but somehow, you end up with it anyway.

The way he spoils you isn’t just about gifts or getting what you want—it’s about how he’ll stop mid-conversation, softening, if he sees you wanting something. How he’ll brush off any complaints or remarks, like he’d give you the world if you asked.

It’s in his low chuckle when you grumble about not getting something fast enough, and the way his arm wraps around you as if to say, When have I ever disappointed you?

You’re not just spoiled—you’re the Santos’ spoiled little princess. Everyone knows it, and honestly, you lean into it.

The gang might be rough around the edges, but when it comes to you, they’re soft. You get the respect that’s usually reserved for Oscar, and it’s no secret why.

Whether it’s you strutting in like you own the place or dropping hints about something you want, everyone knows there’s no denying you.

Oscar’s gaze hardens whenever anyone challenges it; it’s like he’s daring anyone to treat his girl with anything less than royalty.

Sometimes, the boys tease you for it, throwing smirks and jokes about how you’re the boss’s little queen. But you’ve got your comeback ready—and Oscar’s quick to shut down anyone who takes it too far.

You’ve even caught Cesar rolling his eyes, muttering, “spoiled,” when you walk away with something new in hand. But even he doesn’t stand a chance; he’s as guilty of giving in to your wants as anyone else.

Oscar’s favorite moments? When you play into it, giving him that smug look that says, Yeah, I’m spoiled. And what are you gonna do about it?

When you walk into a room, the Santos straighten up. Not because you’re intimidating, but because you’re his spoiled princess—and they know if anything happens to you, Oscar won’t take it lightly.

Sometimes, you playfully test Oscar’s patience, insisting on the finest things. He sighs, rolling his eyes with a smirk, “Anything else, princess?” But you can tell he enjoys watching you light up.

You’ve got a habit of sitting on Oscar’s lap during meetings, throwing around that bratty charm, and while he pretends to be exasperated, he lets you stay there, whispering little comments in his ear just to get that rare smile out of him.

No matter how high-maintenance you get, Oscar can’t help but soften. You’re his spoiled brat, his little reminder that he’s more than just the leader of the Santos—you’re his girl, and he’s not about to let anyone forget it.