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Greasy Hands - Spencer Reid (smut)
Written by @playboysbunny and little-diable (that’s me - in case you were wondering). Thank you for writing the fluff and letting me have my fun with the smutty part. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: a soft drabble about a broken down car, a confused Spencer and some lovemaking in a garage
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
“You don’t understand,” she complained, “my dad used to fix everything! Dishwashers, washing machines, radios - anything that broke, my dad could fix!”
Spencer nodded, trying to calm her.
“I just don’t see the issue in sending it to the mechanic.”
She threw her arms in the air, releasing a frustrated sigh.
“It just doesn’t feel right!”
Spencer let her emotions settle. (Y/n) paced her apartment, back and forth, his eyes watching her from his leather reading chair in the corner. He kept his eyes on her with a patient expression, as she slowed eventually she stopped in front of the window. (Y/n) held a hand at her jaw as she watched the sunset; she didn’t want to admit what Spencer clearly already knew.
He didn’t push her, waiting for (y/n) to come to her own conclusion. She spoke in a whisper without turning to him.
“It just feels like he’s really gone,” she said. “He’s not here to fix my car and now it’s real. He’s really gone.”
(Y/n) didn’t cry as she had through the months. Her father had passed in the fall and the green of the trees now brought her some sort of hope and solace; things would get better. It wasn’t the changing of the seasons that brought her peace, though. No, that was Spencer.
She turned to him then and sighed, his expression was understanding and sympathetic.
“We’ll figure something out,” Spencer said, getting up from his chair. He walked across the room and took her in his arms, placing his chin on the top of (y/n)’s head.
They spent the evening together, since she was lucky enough to have him home for a rare occasion. He unfolded the team’s latest case for her over a bottle of red wine, sparing the gorey details, but giving them to her bit by bit as she begged for them. They made dinner together, danced to music she liked, but Spencer detested, but he went along with it anyway, spinning her around the kitchen and reciting all the words to her as he memorized them instantaneously.
Over dinner, she told him the downfall of her day; on the way home from work, her car suddenly started overheating and she ended up in a strange neighborhood she’d never ventured into before. It was an industrial area without a lot of foot traffic. Every window had a set of accompanying bars. (Y/n) felt oddly isolated and out of place. She was uncomfortable and nervous and then she had to walk away from her car to get a signal to call a tow truck.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Spencer scolded her from across the table. “If something had happened to you…” he couldn’t finish the thought.
“What choice did I have?” (Y/n) countered. “Should I have stayed there and waited for you to come and rescue me?”
“I would have,” he replied. “I will always find you.”
He looked at her over the candlelight, his eyes glistening with truth. His words filled her with exultant joy.
They went to bed together, finally reuniting after weeks apart. Spencer fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the case he’d just returned from. He held her in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.
(Y/n) woke up alone and felt the coldness of his absence, frantically searching for a note; he’d always leave a note if he was called to a case and she was still asleep. She patted her hands around in the dim morning light, finding nothing.
She launched herself out of the bed and threw on whatever she could find. (Y/n) ran into the living room in his boxers and his button down from the night before.
“Spencer?”
The hollow echo of the empty apartment made her heart drop. She scanned the room quickly, looking for him. His go-bag was still sitting by the door, his keys and badge on the table beside it. A cup of cold coffee was resting there too, under the faint light from the floor lamp that Spencer had left on. In his leather armchair, there was a thick book she hadn’t seen before.
(Y/n) picked it up and read the cover aloud. “Haynes Repair Manual based on a complete teardown and rebuild?”
It was for her 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, though she was positive she didn’t own the manual. Why would she? She had no idea how to fix anything.
(Y/n) grabbed the only pair of shoes she had left at the door - an old pair of tall, yellow, rubber rain boots - and ran into the hallway of her apartment building. She rushed down the stairs with the manual still in-hand. (Y/n) ran out to the back alley, where her car and others were in a long string of garages; of course, her garage door was already open.
“Damn!” Spencer yelled, clattering around under her car.
The hood was propped up and the car was up on jackstands. Spencer’s legs dangled out from underneath and tools and parts were scattered about the garage floor.
“Where did you get all this?” (Y/n) shouted.
Spencer rolled out from under the car and propped himself up on his elbow. He was in ratty blue jeans she’d never seen before and a plain white t-shirt. He was covered with splotches of black grease like a child that had been dabbling in finger paints.
“All of what?” he said, incredulously.
(Y/n) waved the manual in the air above her head.
“Spencer!” she laughed, “What are you doing?”
He stood up then, tossing the bolts he held in his hand to the floor. He ran a hand through his messy hair, stopping to pull on the roots.
“You need your car fixed and that’s what I’m going to do! It shouldn’t be this hard, really,” he huffed. “It’s simple mechanics and mathematics, you’d think someone with a Ph.D in both would be able to do it!”
He continued rambling on, kicking the bolts he had scattered, waving his hands as he struggled to explain to her how his brain and his hands seemed to have a disconnect. Spencer carried on like that for a while and she knew best to let him have his soliloquies. But (y/n) didn’t miss a single drop of sweat that ran down his slightly heated skin.
She couldn’t help but stare, forcing herself to stay calm, trying to drown out the needy longing for her man.
There was something about the way the frustration spurred him on that made her lose her focus. His intensity and passion had (y/n) biting her lip in anticipation. She couldn’t control the feeling that arose in the pit of her stomach.
He moved back to the car and attempted to refocus himself, reciting the steps of the manual he had memorized as he got back to work. How easy - she thought - it would be to let him bend her over the car, to allow Spencer to run his oil covered hands all over her body.
“You’re staring.”
The change in Spencer’s tone recaptured her attention, though he didn’t lift his head to make his remark; his eyes were focused on his task, his expression strained from stopping his smirk from spreading.
For a profiler, Spencer had never been very aware of her advances, to the sly glances she’d cast his direction. But now - with her thighs pressed together, her teeth pierced into her lower lip, the soft humming that she trilled while she was lost in her fantasies of him - he knew all about the heat that took over her senses.
He didn’t need to be a genius to understand her, to know the arousal that was dripping from her folds, about the way her nipples were beginning to harden, uncomfortably rubbing against the material of his button down shirt hung over her body.
She stumbled over her words, nervously pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.
A small “sorry” left her slightly parted lips, coaxing a chuckle out of him. Spencer rose from his kneeling position, hand reaching for hers, pulling (y/n) in for a messy kiss, tongues meeting, teeth clashing - clearly projecting the lust that kept them both distracted.
He pulled her in close, resting himself on the side of the car.
“Maybe I should get cleaned up first,” Spencer said, putting some distance between them, very well knowing that he’d lose control soon.
But the pleading whine that escaped her held him frozen and gaping as she fell to her knees in front of him, reaching for his belt loops. He braced himself on the car behind him. His usually busy psyche suddenly emptied, thoughts instantly leaving his mind as his tongue wet his lips, enjoying the feeling of her warm hands on his clothed bulge as she rubbed him through the fabric.
“Somebody's excited,” (y/n) teased.
He turned down to her, a wide smile on his pretty face, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy. Slowly - teasingly - she undid his trousers, kissing up his thighs as she toyed with the elastics of his boxers. Her touches burned on his skin, pushing the genius into a dangerous headstate; the blood was quickly rushing down to his hard cock.
He couldn’t remember his own name, and best yet, he didn’t care.
As her hands grasped his length, Spencer gasped her name - relieved to finally feel her soft skin pressed against his sensitive one. (Y/n)’s thumb circled his tip, smearing the drops of precum that bearded his skin. She couldn’t help but have a taste, lips parted, allowing him to thrust forward, cock disappearing down her throat.
Every moan that left her vibrated on his skin, pushing him closer to his release - but it was much too soon for Spencer's liking. He wanted to fill her up, claiming her, his lover, in the most sinful way, with his seed spilling out of her as she’d cry out for him.
“(Y/n), I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll-” he moaned, she cut his rambling short as she added more pressure to her movements.
She couldn’t deny the effect his words had on her. (Y/n) loved to hear his dirty talk and the promises he’d make as waves of euphoria would clash upon him.
It was no secret that he was close, tightening his grip on her hair, unevenly panting her name. She was eager to push him over the edge - oh, so eager to please him - but he pushed her away before he could reach his peak.
A few moments of silence engulfed them both, the only sound echoing through the air came from the heavy breaths spilling from his lips as he tried to calm himself.
As if he had heard her thoughts, he reached down, yanked her up by her biceps and turned (y/n) so that she could rest where he had been on the side of the car. His hungry lips grazed her neck, leaving wet trails on her skin as he snapped the hood of the car down with a forceful crash.
Wordlessly she positioned herself for him, ripping the boxers she had thrown on down her legs, exposing her glistening wetness to his wide eyes. She leaned back as he lifted her onto the car’s hood.
(Y/n) pledged to take him on a wild ride as she’d beg for her release.
Spencer took in every word, “let me taste you first. I bet you made quite a mess, didn’t you?”
Two fingers of his ran through her slit, spreading her slick on her folds, on her clit. She was addicted to his touch, completely at his mercy.
(Y/n) was putty in his hands, would do anything he’d asked of her if it meant that she could cum on his fingers. He enjoyed watching her moan for him - she was begging for more, so lost in the fantasy that her words became nonsense.
As he pushed his fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her tightness, her head fell back against the hood as she arched herself off the metal. She was so close, too close, plagued with the wish that this moment and feeling would last forever.
“Feels so good Spence’,” she cried, slurring his name, eyes squeezed shut, her breaths falling short.
Though just as she wanted to let go, he stopped, smirking at her with the special glint in his eyes. He was toying with her, using her body for his pleasure. Watching her beg for him turned him into a touch-starved, hungry man.
“I will fuck you so good, you won’t remember your own name,” Spencer moaned.
His words sounded more like a command than a promise, cock ready to rip her in half, to fuck her till she’d cry heavy tears of pleasure.
Her lips met his in a rather passionate way, tongues fighting, teasing one another, distracting her from the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance. As their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible, she called out his name, pulling him close, holding onto him for dear life.
Spencer kept his gaze focused on her heat, watching his length split her in half, glistening with her arousal clinging to his skin. She was losing herself in waves of pleasures, slowly forgetting about the world outside, only caring about their love and the pleasure that ran through their bodies.
His pace was ruthless, bruising, keeping her lungs from letting any air flood through them. She was too distracted by the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her. Sounds of praises left them both as they felt themselves climbing higher and higher, ready to reach their peaks.
“I’m so close.”
Her words didn’t get a reply. He was focused on making her cum, adding more pressure to the speed of his thrusts as her body moved against the hood. Sweat dripped down her skin, pooling on the small of (y/n)’s back. Their lips connected once again all while she tumbled over the edge, fingernails piercing into his shoulders, as she cried out his name.
The way she looked - sweaty, hair in tangles, makeup smudged - pushed him into the arms of his own orgasm. His release spilled out of him, painting her walls white, claiming (y/n) as his.
She laid her head down and let her body collapse onto the hood of the car as he bent himself over her to rest. Forehead to forehead, they gazed into each other’s eyes as they struggled to catch their breaths. They both shared sloppy, quick kisses and murmurs of “I love you’s” as they laughed breathlessly together in the afterglow.
Spencer pushed himself off the car and straightened his pants again before handing her the boxers she’d stolen. She hopped off the hood and redressed herself as they heard nearing footsteps.
”Hey, pretty boy,” Derek chanted, announcing himself before he walked through the wide open door of the garage.
(Y/n) covered her mouth to hide her wide smile, admired Spencer as he struggled to keep himself composed.
“Hey, Derek, thanks for coming,” Spencer answered, still struggling to breathe evenly.
“(Y/n), you can go back to bed and rest easy little girl,” Derek laughed. “I’m here now, I’ll take care of you.”
Derek’s taunt was entirely directed at the difficulties Spencer faced with fixing her car, but she couldn’t let the moment pass.
She smiled brightly in Derek’s direction as she walked past him on her way out of the garage, “Oh, Dr. Reid has already taken care of me, Derek. Don’t you worry.”
(Y/n) heard Spencer laugh as she sauntered off. She imagined the look on Derek’s face as the realization hit, but she didn’t look back to see it.
“Pretty boy!” Derek yelled in surprise.
She basked in the sound of Spencer’s laughter.
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Part 1 - Chapter 9: Panic
Summary: You’re running for your life when you cross paths with an ex-bounty hunter and his small, green companion. You never thought you’d find someone throughout the whole galaxy who was as lost as you.
Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader
Word Count: 4,229
Rating/Warnings: M for mature content. Swearing, violence, [eventual smut], etc.
Chapter 8 | Chapter 10
Note: (Slight AU - Slow Burn) I hope you enjoy this one! ❤
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As it turned out, it wasn’t safer for the three of you out in space than it was on land. It hadn’t been more than a day after you had acquired the comlinks that the Razor Crest was accosted by a bounty hunter. The shootout that ensued caused a lot of external damage that you weren’t skilled enough to repair on your own.
Thanks to Din’s clever maneuvering, he was able to get rid of the hunter, and safely land the Crest in a spaceport bay on a desert planet. As he lowered the back ramp and you helped the child settle into his satchel, three little pit droids ran up to assess the ship’s damage. Din quickly whipped out his blaster and fired a warning shot at their feet, surprising you. You wondered for a second if he was jumpier after this encounter than he was letting on, but, as if sensing your questioning gaze, he glanced over his shoulder and said, “I don’t like droids.”
The mechanic on hand approached you, berating Din for firing at her droids. Her name turned out to be Peli, and as the three of you walked around the ship-- the child tagging along in the satchel against your hip-- she relayed her observations of the repairs needed, and the money it would cost. You could tell it was more than Din had by the set of his shoulders. You were tempted to remind him of the “communal fund”, but knew it would be useless. He was just as stubborn as you were about that money.
Besides, the two of you had just discussed this the day before. Din needed to find work, and you weren’t going to be able to go with him this time. He promised Peli he’d get her the money, told you he’d be back in a bit to prepare for whatever job he found, then took off.
He was only gone for about thirty minutes, in which time you watched Peli work and asked questions. You were used to working on engines and the electrical parts of these ships, but nothing as large scale as the damage caused by an attack from another ship. You helped Peli with a lot of the rewiring needed, though, as she normally left stuff like that to her droids. At least this would help lower the cost a little, as she begrudgingly admitted she wouldn’t charge Din for any work she didn’t do.
When Din returned, the two of you had already made a lot of progress, and you were hopeful that the Crest would be back in flying shape by the following evening.
“Did you find anything?” you asked as Din came striding over to you. He nodded.
“There’s a kid trying to get into the Guild. He’s got his first mark and said he’d give me the pay if I helped. He just wants the reputation to get in.”
You frowned. “Is it such a good idea to work on something this close to the Guild?”
“The job pool is dry otherwise,” he said while having the audacity to shrug nonchalantly. He watched as your frown grew, so he tilted his head, body language sobering.
“He isn’t a part of the Guild yet, or else he’d know that my bounty or the kid’s are much more appealing to him than the one he’s got.”
“Who’s the target?”
“Fennec Shand. She’s a high profile mercenary.”
“Is she dangerous?”
“Very.”
You sighed through your nose, holding his eyes through the visor of his helmet. You had to remind yourself that this sort of thing was his profession, his livelihood. You’d seen him take on raiders and a walker firsthand, and have heard about some of his past hunts that he had been willing to share. You knew there were jobs he had taken that were unsavory compared to the ones he had been doing in recent years. He never said so, but you could just tell that, like you, he had a story he wasn’t keen on sharing.
The point, though, was that Din had been doing jobs like this for a long time before you and the kid came along. So you weren’t going to stop him from taking them, despite the strong suspicion you had that he wouldn’t take this one if you pushed.
No. This is what he hired you to do. You were to watch over the kid and the ship, giving him the opportunity to make a living the only way he knew how.
As if it was just a reflex now, you reached out and clasped his forearm.
“Just be careful, okay? Don’t get yourself killed because some hotshot wants to take on a tough bounty to get into the Guild.” You almost stopped yourself from saying the next few words. But you swallowed the fear of how much of yourself you were putting into them, and said them anyway.
“Come back to us.”
Din pulled his arm back, and for a fraction of a second, your heart clenched, thinking he was rejecting your sentiment. But he only moved so that he could clasp your fingers in his gloved ones. He gave your fingers a light squeeze.
“I will.”
It was such a short, Din answer, you couldn’t help but laugh a little.
You followed him out of the hangar so you and the child could see him off. He hounded you with reminders the whole way.
“Do you have your blaster?”
“What about your knife?”
“Do you remember all the things Cara and I taught you?”
It reminded you of when you were eleven, and had tried your hand at babysitting for some extra pocket money. It took several minutes for the parents to even walk out the door as they showed you where the emergency numbers were and how to set the security system, asking you again and again if you remembered everything. Only this time you smiled warmly as you assured him that if anything happened, you’d be able to tell him right away with the comlinks, and you’d be able to hold your own until he got back.
Because, in this case, Din wasn’t a fretting parent, worried about leaving his child with a stranger for the first time. He was someone that cared about your wellbeing as much as the child’s. And that thought made your heart and your stomach take up each other’s hands and waltz around your insides.
The three of you met the rookie outside as he lounged against one of two speeder bikes.
“Hey, Mando, what do you think? Not too shabby, huh?” he said, sounding proud of himself. Apparently, it had been his job to find the bikes. He introduced himself to you as Toro as Din inspected them. His eyes briefly landed on the child, and he gave him a slightly bemused look before turning his attention back to the Mandalorian. Din didn’t look too impressed with the bikes.
“What’d you expect? This ain’t Corellia,” he said in his defense.
Din cast you a sidelong glance, and deliberately showed you when he lifted his vambrace and pressed a button, causing your earpiece to crackle as his came to life. Then, he swung a leg over the bike, and they both took off.
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Again, you passed the time with Peli working on the Crest. You let the child wander, always keeping him in sight and making sure he kept away from the observing droids. You knew Din wouldn’t like the child near them. You wondered why he didn’t like droids. It was kind of a shame, really. They seemed pleasant enough, and you had always liked working with the ones in Thasar’s personal bay.
While you kept an eye on the kid, you kept an ear on Din. For the longest time, all you could hear was the sound of the bike racing across the sand. At one point, he had stopped to negotiate with some locals. At least, that was what you had assumed. The bargaining itself was rather silent. You were able to barely pick up Toro’s protest, however, when Din handed his binocs over to the locals.
“Those were brand new!”
“Yeah? They were,” Din deadpanned, and you laughed.
They found their target shortly after that… and by found, you were referring to the fact that Din was hit twice by sniper bolts while inspecting a downed hunter still tied up on a dewback’s saddle. He’d gotten back to Toro and cover well enough though, assuring you as you panicked that he was fine.
“Covered in beskar, remember?” he’d said, as if that should calm you.
It didn’t even calm Toro, who must have thought Din was reassuring him and said, “Wait, I don’t wear any beskar.”
“Nope,” was Din’s reply.
He decided to wait until nightfall to make their next move. When that time finally came, you anxiously listened as Peli entertained the child. The plan didn’t go over too well from what you could tell. Din was shot at again, and you were certain he was hit at least once. But you heard the telltale twang of the shot hitting beskar, so you remained quiet, knowing he was fine and not wanting to distract him. After a few more minutes, though, it seemed Toro was able to distract their target long enough for Din to sneak up and get the upper hand. They captured Fennec.
You released a shaky breath and slumped down to sit on the back ramp of the Crest.
“I don’t think I can listen to you out on jobs anymore,” you said, hand clutching your chest over your racing heart. “That was terrifying.”
Din chuckled quietly so only you could hear, then set to work on figuring out how to transport Fennec Shand back across the desert. The problem now was that Din’s bike was out of commission, as it had fallen prey to one of Fennec’s sniper bolts.
In the end, Din left Toro with Fennec to go find the dewback they had seen earlier.
You were able to focus on the ship again for a while, now that you were sure Din was safe and would be making his way back soon. You still talked to him through the night, though, perhaps to assure yourself that he really was fine, or simply because you really, really liked the sound of his voice, modulated or not. However, as the two suns rose and Din made his way back with the dewback to where he had left Toro and Fennec, he cursed as he found the scene not as he had left it.
“Y/N,” he said, tone wary.
“Hmm?”
“Fennec’s dead.”
“What? H-how? Is Toro-”
“He’s gone. Speeder bike is gone too. He must have killed Fennec and taken off.”
“But why would he do that? He needed to bring her in alive in order to get into the Guild.”
Din was silent for a moment, thinking this through, just as you were. He must have come to the same conclusion just as you did, as he said, “He’s got a head start on me. Hide the kid, and prepare yourself. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”
“You think he’s caught on to a higher profile bounty than Fennec?”
“Yes,” Din said curtly. “And I doubt he’ll leave without both parts of it.”
“Okay,” you said, tone resolute. “I’ll keep him busy until the second half of his Guild ticket gets here.”
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Fortunately, Din told you that you had a little time. It would take Toro most of the day to ride back to town. You told Peli what was going on, and the two of you rushed to finish the repairs on the Crest. You wanted it to be ready for escape once Din got back and handled Toro. As night fell, Peli hid herself somewhere in the hangar, backup in case you needed it. But you didn’t want to give Toro anymore ammunition to use as leverage against you, like a hostage.
You bustled the child into the hidden compartment that was Din’s cot, apologizing for leaving him in there alone while you reasoned with him to be still and quiet. He seemed to understand the gravity of your mood and did as he was told. Then, you started stacking the bins at the back end of the ship wide enough and tall enough so you could hide behind them without being seen. Toro was going to come onto the ship looking for the kid, and this was your trap for him.
Something Zekir had always impressed upon you was that others would underestimate you, and that was possibly your greatest weapon. As much as you hated anyone agreeing with him, Cara had said the same. You weren’t large and strong like she was, or a skilled, longtime combatant like her or Din. But you could hold your own in short bursts that surprised your opponents long enough to gain the upper hand, so that’s what you were going to do with Toro.
You kept your blaster holstered and your knife within reach. You couldn’t afford both you and Toro firing at each other within the confined space of the Razor Crest, nor were you skilled enough with a blade yet to be confident in fighting him with anything other than your bare hands. You stood there behind the bins, anticipating his approach, knowing that he would most definitely have his blaster out, ready to threaten you or the child with it.
Din kept asking for check-ins, but you only hummed to him quietly, assuring him nothing had happened yet. You didn’t want to risk Toro hearing you, not knowing when he’d be sneaking into the hangar. But you heard him soon enough.
His quiet footfalls shifted in the sand, then quietly padded up the ramp of the Crest. You waited, holding your breath as he drew closer, not daring to move until you saw the tip of his blaster or his boot. You steeled every last nerve inside of you, focusing all of your concentration on the next few seconds.
You saw his blaster first. You quickly shot your left hand out and grabbed the barrel of the blaster. Thankfully, he wasn’t a complete trigger happy idiot, as his finger hadn’t been on the trigger. You yanked the barrel down, and twisted in front of him, bringing the heel of your right palm up to crash against his nose.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t with enough force to break his pretty face, but you knew sure as hell how painful it was to take a direct hit to the nose. Toro cried out, head snapping back. You brought that same hand down on his right shoulder—the other hand still holding his blaster down—grabbed a fistful of his jacket and pulled him towards you. You met him halfway, hitting him with your signature knee to his gut, twice.
Toro gasped and curled in on himself. You dragged your right hand down to meet your left one and pulled back, dragging him forward onto the ground by his arm, then twisted it, turning yourself so that you could stand over his back, his arm wrenched at an angle so uncomfortable, it would hurt him to move. It was easy then to break the hold he had on the blaster. You wrest it from him before dropping his arm and pointing the blaster at his back.
This all happened in a matter of seconds, and Toro groaned as the whirlwind subsided.
“You’ve made a mistake,” he breathed, turning his head back to look at you. “I’m Mando’s partner, remember? We got separated, and I came back to look for him.”
Came looking for him with a blaster raised? I don’t think so, you thought, but you actually said, “Actually, I’m Mando’s partner, and he warned me about what you really came back for.”
“What the hell,” Toro moaned, obviously still feeling the pain in his nose, stomach, and arm. “Fennec said you were just some Earthling slave girl.”
“Well, she wasn’t wrong. But that doesn’t make me any less capable of kicking your ass.”
A chuckle tickled your ear, and Din said, so quietly you were sure you weren’t meant to hear it, “That’s my girl.”
If this had been any other moment, you knew your heart would have swelled with pride and affection. Well, of course it did, but you had a job to do, and you weren’t going to be distracted from protecting that kid… until that kid came waddling towards you, curiously eyeing the situation. You quickly glanced towards the hidden compartment, and found the door open. How had he gotten out? How had you not noticed?
“Stop!” you barked, panicked. He startled to a halt, gazing up at you in confusion. You had never spoken to him like that before. But he was dangerously close to Toro, and even if you had a blaster trained on him, you didn’t trust that he wouldn’t reach out and snatch the kid, using him against you to make you back down.
You heard Din call your name over the comlink, asking what was going on, but you ignored him.
“I’m sorry, baby,” you said, tone pleading. “I’m so sorry, but you need to stay back. It’s too dangerous for you here.”
The child took a slow step back, brow bone still bunched in confusion. You nodded at him encouragingly, smiling to make up for your harsh tone before. You opened your mouth to tell him that was good, to keep moving back-
But then an electrifying pain coursed through you, originating from your ankle, and channeling through every nerve ending in your body. You gasped, then gritted your teeth, trying like hell not to scream. You couldn’t scream. You knew pain. You knew how to pace yourself through it. But the scream eventually ripped out of you as the agonizing current of electricity surged through you over, and over, and-
You heard the child’s terrified wailing, and Din’s panicked shouting in your ear, but all you knew was pain...and then nothing.
Toro pulled the small, taser-like weapon back and watched you collapse, blaster clattering beside you. He grabbed for it and scrambled up, then stared down at you, nudging you with the toe of his boot to make sure you were really out. When you didn’t stir, he huffed a slightly victorious laugh, and kicked you over the lip of the ramp. You rolled down it, landing in a heap at the bottom. He kind of hoped he hadn’t killed you with that shock-- it wasn’t exactly a low voltage device-- as there were a lot of things he could do with an Earthling.
As Toro turned towards the child, who was still babbling with frightened concern, he noticed something move out of the corner of his eye. Sure that it was Mando, he quickly turned the blaster on you, expecting that threat to give him the advantage. It did make the intruder freeze, but it wasn’t Mando.
Toro assumed it was the mechanic that managed the hangar. The corners of his lips twitched as he met her terrified eyes. She was holding a blaster on him, but her conviction fell when she saw him aiming at you.
“I’m curious as to who the faster shot would be. Me?” He waggled his blaster tauntingly in your direction. “Or you?”
The mechanic resignedly lowered her blaster.
“That’s a good girl,” Toro hummed, giving her a megawatt smile. “Now, come on over here. We’ll all wait for Mando together.”
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Panic. This was what raw, unadulterated panic felt like. Din had only felt it at this magnitude one other time in his life. The day when he had lost everything.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed for sixth or seventh time since he’d heard your terrible scream pierce through the earpiece. But you weren’t responding.
Din’s mind kept racing through the worst possible conclusions. What happened to you? What was happening to the kid? What if he had just lost everything once again?
He was thankful for how close he had been when he heard that sound come tearing out of you. Close enough to slide off the dewback and sprint the last gap into the town limits as night fully fell. He slowed to a sneaking gate and pulled out his blaster as he slipped into the hangar, hoping to catch Toro by surprise. But Toro had been waiting, and he spotted Din quickly enough.
“Took you long enough, Mando,” he said, standing on the back ramp of the Razor Crest, the child in one hand, a blaster in the other. He held it on Peli as she stood in front of them. “Looks like I’m calling the shots now. Huh, partner?”
Din’s racing heart galloped even harder when he spotted you, crumpled at the bottom of the ramp. You lay curled on your side, back facing him, unmoving. Toro seemed to comprehend where Din’s gaze had gone, and he gave a falsely sad shake of his head, moving towards you. Din’s body had already been taught with turmoil and anticipation, but still his muscles seized as Toro inched closer to your prone form.
Said man reached his foot out, catching your shoulder and nudging you hard enough to push you onto your back. Your head lolled limply to the side, and Din could see the mask of pain still touching your brows, and the grimace on your lips. His fingers tightened on his raised blaster, jaw clenching, vision reddening.
“I really hope I didn’t kill her,” Toro said. “I think she’s breathing, but I didn’t have time to check.” He gave a passive sort of shrug. “Did you know you were toting around a slave that had killed her master, Mando? Setting aside the fact that she’s also an Earthling for a moment, someone had the Guild put a pretty heavy price on her head. With Fennec, I didn’t care about the bounty money. But considering that the amount of credits I can get for this Earthling is upwards to five or six times as much as Fennec’s bounty, I’d say I’ve changed my mind on the matter.”
Din said nothing, and Toro smirked.
“That said, I’ve decided I’ll be turning in a Guild traitor, the target he helped escape, and an exotic murderer for my first job.”
Din was absolutely vibrating with his desire to end this kid. But he had to repress such a reckless impulse and remind himself that the child’s life was still on the line, even if… even if yours wasn’t. And lest he forget poor, innocent Peli, who he had inadvertently roped into all this.
Toro ordered Din to drop his blaster. He did so, and raised his hands over his head as Toro instructed Peli to head over and cuff him. She made her way over to Din, coming to a stop behind him... and noticed the flash charge in his raised hand.
“You’re smarter than you look,” she whispered.
“Fennec was right,” Toro concluded, unsuspecting. “Bringing you in won’t just make me a member of the Guild, it’ll make me legendary.”
Din activated the charge, causing a whirlwind of commotion. He and Peli dove out of the way as Toro started blindly firing at them. Din rushed behind some equipment and came up on the left side of the ramp. Toro spun to take aim at him, but Din was faster. He shot the Guild wannabe, and he toppled off the ramp, dead before he hit the ground.
As everything died down, he and Peli ran forward, looking for where Toro would have dropped the child. When Peli spotted him and scooped him up, she pushed Din back, “He’s fine. He’s fine. Go check on your girl over there.”
With the knowledge that the kid was good enough for now, Din spun back around in your direction. Without really considering the rush of thoughts and emotions storming through him, he yanked off his gloves as he knelt beside you. Gingerly, he brought his hands up to cup your face, lightly brushing back a few strands of your hair that were haphazardly covering your features. His right hand came to rest on your neck, allowing him to release a breath he hadn’t known he was holding when he felt your strong pulse fighting against the pads of his fingers. The thumb of his other hand lightly traced across your cheekbone, over and over.
“Y/L,” he murmured, quietly but firmly, urging you to wake. There was a short moment of resurging panic when you didn’t stir right away, but after a little more coaxing, your eyes fluttered open.
“Din?” Your waking sigh was a bemused, but contented one. But then your thoughts shifted towards the child and you bolted upright, wincing, but on high alert.
“He’s okay,” Din said softly. “Peli’s got him.”
You sagged in relief, collapsing against Din’s side.
“He’s okay,” you repeated in a whisper, eyes closing in what he could only assume was exhaustion. Hesitantly, he placed his bare hand against the small of your back, holding you there against him.
“You both are,” he said, finally allowing the tension of the last several hours to dissipate. Everything he cared about was safe.
For now.
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Pairing: Jimin x OC
Genre: Fluff; Almost Smut
Warning: Suggestive Scenes
Word Count: 3,840
Synopsis: When nudity is the norm, what would it take for Jimin to feel flustered? Her.
The screeching of an alarm did nothing more than irritate Jimin. With eyes tightly shut and a heavy sigh, he slammed his hand on the bedside table, somehow managing to silence his phone. Releasing himself from the grip of grogginess, he dragged himself out of bed and over to his closet.
“Not like it matters,” he mumbled to himself, haphazardly sifting through his clothes before selecting a pair of light-wash skinny jeans and a white button-up shirt. His ears perked up at the sound of his roommate’s door opening, with the rest of him following suit as he threw his clothes on the bed and bolted for the bathroom. He slid past the younger male and grabbed the door handle, much to the boy’s dismay. “You snooze, you lose, Kid.”
With a click of his teeth, the boy whined, “C’mon, Jimin. I gotta take a piss!”
“And I got morning wood to chop before my first class. I’ll need an extra ten minutes, so piss outside, Niagara,” Jimin laughed, closing the door behind himself. Turning to face the shower, he took a deep breath and leaned down to turn it on. Soon after, his clothing was tossed into a nearby hamper and he stepped under the comfortable warmth of the water. He let some fall onto his face in the hopes of it waking him up fully, though that didn’t quite work. “Well, here goes nothin’,” he mentally trailed off and bit his lip, one hand gliding from his face and down his torso to wrap around his length.
“Off to whore yourself out for cash again today?” the younger male asked, watching Jimin enter the living room, steam wafting around him.
He stopped in his tracks, holding onto the towel around his waist indignantly. “I am not a whore, Jungkook. I’m a model. An artist. A-”
“Sex worker?” Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow, propping his feet on the coffee table.
“I’m not a sex worker, though that is a completely valid line of work,” he replied, walking over to push his roommate’s feet off the table before heading back to his room to get dressed.
The brisk April breeze caressed Jimin’s face as he sat on the park bench watching people pass by—kids on their way to school, morning joggers, and a host of folks making their morning commute. He glanced down at his watch while taking a sip of lukewarm caramel macchiato. “7:30…She should be here by now,” he thought to himself, scanning the area one more time. His eyes landed on a very familiar head of hair. Bright turquoise, tightly coiled hair, to be exact. Hair that you could see from a mile away. He couldn’t help but smile as he observed her observe everyone else, bottom lip caught between her teeth as her pencil danced across the page in her sketchbook, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
This was a part of his morning routine now—drinking coffee in the park and admiring the curly-haired artist before work. She’d sit on a blanket under the same oak tree every day, hoping her subjects wouldn’t catch her drawing them and becoming adorably embarrassed whenever they did. So as not to deter her, her pretended not to notice her gaze lingering on him, assuming she was immortalizing him within the book’s pages.
At 7:45, Jimin decided it would be best to get to the studio early. After tossing his cup in a nearby bin, he got up and finished his walk to work.
“Ah, you must be Jimin!” a middle-aged woman with waist-length, bone-straight black hair greeted him at the door.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he smiled, offering to shake her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jamison.”
“And you, as well. Just follow me this way to the storage room so you can change and grab a robe. The students should start filing in any minute now. I have a few early birds,” she chuckled, leading him out of the studio space. “Let me know if you need anything, and feel free to come out when you’re ready!”
He nodded with a smile as she closed the door behind herself. Then, he began to undress, calmly pulling off each item of clothing and folding it before placing everything on a stool. He grabbed one of the robes from a nearby hook and slid it on, making sure to tie it tightly. As he exited the storage room, he heard the woman’s voice again.
“Just a few reminders before I introduce you to today’s model. First, all electronic devices must be put away. No photography is allowed. You are to respect the model at all times, which means you must keep your hands and comments to yourself. We’re all adults here; I’m sure I don’t have to teach you how to behave.”
He figured that was his cue to come in, so he stepped into the bright light of the studio and shyly smiled at the students, all of whom seemed to be around his age.
“This is Jimin, and you all will have the honor of painting him today.”
“I think I’ll have the honor of being painted by all these talented artists. From the work I’ve seen, you guys’ll make me look ten times better,” he laughed, feeling relief as the class responded positively.
“Well, then, up you go,” Miss Jamison beamed, gesturing toward the platform in the center of the room.
Jimin confidently hopped onto the platform and untied the robe, letting it fall from his shoulders before stretching himself into a graceful pose. The sound of the fabric hitting the ground was drowned out by the creaking of the studio’s door.
A light, airy voice chimed, “Sorry I’m-,” before quickly becoming silent. Knowing that only one person had been missing, the rest of the class continued working. Jimin, on the other hand, completely froze, as his eyes met those of the tardy student and trailed up to the bright turquoise, tightly coiled hair that could be seen from a mile away.
“Late…,” she finished, hastening to her chair and easel.
“Lost track of time at the park again, I assume?” Miss Jamison inquired, walking behind her and plucking a leaf from her curls before presenting it to her.
The girl giggled and took it from the older woman. “Yeah, sorry, Miss J.”
“Well, get started before the boy cramps up. We’ll be taking our first break in about twenty minutes.”
Jimin watched her get settled, suddenly feeling even more vulnerable. He noticed her eyes skim across his body, her cheeks blushing at the sight of his lower region. He could almost hear her internal monologue as she reminded herself that she’s an adult and an artist, so nudity shouldn’t be a big deal. Seeing her so flustered caused him to smirk, which he failed to conceal.
“Alright, class! That’s it for today. Jimin, thank you again for joining us.”
“Thank you for having me!” he chirped in response, tugging the robe back on as he stretched his limbs. “Is it okay if I take a look at everyone’s work?” The class gave an affirmative response, each student eager to show him their paintings and secretly hoping that he would favor theirs. His fingers tugged at the tie around his waist as he made his way around the room, admiring all the different interpretations of his appearance. He did have a favorite, of course. The one that looked the most like him happened to be hers, though he knew that was because she’d had the advantage of observing him every morning for the last two weeks. “How much do you want for it?”
“What?” she inquired in disbelief.
“How much?” he grinned, watching her brown orbs widen.
“No, I heard you, I just—it’s not even that good!”
“Nonsense. If I set it as my Tinder profile picture, I’ll be married by next week,” he laughed.
“I couldn’t charge you anyth-”
“Would $200 cover it? I’d offer more, but I’m low on cash. Actually, wait here.” He began to walk backwards towards the storage room and pointed at her. “Don’t move,” he challenged playfully, one eyebrow raised with a finger pointed in her direction.
The girl looked over at Miss Jamison who smiled with a shrug. “It is a really good painting.”
When he returned, fully clothed, everyone else had left. “I’m Jimin, by the way,” he said, holding out the money.
“Hazel, and I can’t take your money.”
“Sure, you can. You just open up your hand and-”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” she rolled her eyes, amusement clear in her tone and expression. “$200 is a lot.”
“This painting is worth $400, easy, and if I could, I’d give you every last cent.”
She swiped a curl from in front of her face before answering. “Well, thank you, but-”
“I know, I know. You obviously can’t be swayed…,” he raised his hands in defense. “So how about I give you $100 and take you out to lunch tomorrow?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“What, I take it I’m not your type? Or is it that I haven’t left much to the imagination?” he teased.
She laughed and shook her head, figuring he’d be persistent. “Why?”
“So I can see the other drawings of me in your sketchbook,” he replied, head tilted.
“How’d you--…You’ve been watching me in the park,” she spoke her realization, crossing her arms in amusement.
“Which means we’re even. Meet me under your oak tree tomorrow at noon,” he smiled, carefully picking up the painting and leaving the money in its place before leaving.
“So, you spent $100 of our rent money…on a painting?” Jungkook asked, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s not just any painting, and I’ll make the money back by the end of the week,” Jimin replied, setting the painting down against the kitchen counter.
Jungkook stood up from the couch and walked over to take a look at it, immediately releasing an obnoxious laugh. “You spent $100 of our rent money for an ego boost; there’s no way your dick is that big.”
The older boy punched his roommate in the shoulder, initiating a bicker and banter session that lasted until they tired each other out.
The next day, Jimin sat alone beneath the oak tree on a navy-blue blanket at ten after twelve. Checking his phone for the third time in the last five minutes, he reminded himself that “she’s probably just running late”.
“Sorry I’m late,” Hazel breathed, plopping herself in front of him on the blanket.
“Judging by what I saw yesterday, late is your on-time,” he chuckled in response.
“And smug must be your friendly. Maybe I should’ve made you wait a little longer,” she playfully chided, opening her large bag.
“Well, then you would’ve missed out on this incredible lunch I packed for us,” his grin glowed with pride as he pulled a basket from behind himself and sat it between them.
After fishing around a bit, she found her sketchbook. “Ah, let me guess…tarte flambée? Perhaps a crudité platter,” she spoke in an exaggerated French accent.
“I don’t think I could afford to even google those things….but I hope you still like what I got,” he replied, opening the basket and laying out the food he had prepared. She looked at the spread and couldn’t help but giggle. An assortment of mini sandwiches, pasta salad, fresh fruit, and sparkling lemonade.
“It’s perfect,” she smiled softly. Before she could reach for anything, he placed his hand over the food, palm upward.
“Not so fast. Sketchbook.”
“A deal’s a deal,” she shrugged, handing it over before picking up a sandwich and taking a bite. She watched him carefully, taking note of the time he spent lingering on each page and each of his reactions and expressions. He was about halfway through the book by the time she had eaten her third mini sandwich. “You gonna eat?” she asked almost sarcastically.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I just….You’re really talented, you know that right?”
The sincerity in his voice made the tips of her ears turn red, and she inwardly thanked her hair for covering them. “Thanks, but I just draw what I see.”
“I don’t even see this when I look in the mirror,” he muttered more so to himself, as his fingers grazed his image on a page.
“Well, that picture is from two or three weeks ago. You’ve changed a lot since then,” she thought aloud, gently lifting his chin without thinking much of it. He watched as her eyes explored his facial features, feeling a bit lightheaded. “The sun’s been out quite a bit recently, and I’m sure you tan pretty easily. And if I’m not mistaken, you have a bit of stubble coming in,” she giggled.
He lightly brushed her hand aside. “You’re very observant.”
“And you’re blushing.”
“It’s allergy season,” he offered a fake cough in defense, causing her to laugh.
“You’ve been out almost every night for the last three weeks. You must really like this girl.”
“She’s amazing, Kook,” Jimin gushed, falling onto the couch beside his roommate. “She’s---she’s beautiful, and funny, and so incredibly talented, and smart, and sweet, and I could listen to her talk for hours--- about anything! Everything she has to say about culture, or art, or politics---it’s all just so interesting and insightful and oh my god, what is happening to me?” he spoke hurriedly, giddy laughter punctuating his rambling.
“You’re in deep,” the younger male simpered, offering a half-finished beer.
“Shit…I think you might be right,” he deadpanned, taking the drink and chugging it.
Jimin followed the directions on his phone as he clumsily paced through the unfamiliar neighborhood. He came to an abrupt stop as a shabby apartment complex that you’d miss if you blinked. “Second floor…Room 221,” he mumbled, entering and heading for the elevator. After wandering around for a few minutes, he found the correct room and used his foot to tap the door since his hands were full.
Hazel quickly opened it, giggling a bit as Jimin greeted her as best he could with a paper bag from a local bakery between his teeth. “You know you didn’t have to, right?” she politely inquired, grabbing the bag as well as one of the coffee cups in his hand and inviting him in.
“I know, but I wanted to. The bakery near my place makes those things you liked so much when you studied abroad. Canelés, right?” He wasn’t sure if he was reading her expression correctly, but she seemed surprised.
“You remembered.” She opened the bag and looked inside, already catching the scent of vanilla. “Thank you, Jimin. This was really sweet.”
His free hand flew to the back of his neck, nails scratching nervously. “Don’t mention it.” He finally ripped his eyes from her to take a look around the apartment for the first time. “Nice place,” he smiled, taking in all of the colorful décor.
“Thanks. I have to show you the studio, though!” she replied, taking his hand and leading him to the biggest room. The wide windows allowed the sun to illuminate the entire room. Paintings lined the walls and occupied every corner and paint splattered shelving housed more art supplies than he could count.
“It’s amazing.”
“I know right! The overall apartment is shit, but my studio has such a great view and the natural light around golden hour? Ugh, it’s like a dream,” she sighed before taking a sip of her iced coffee.
“I can imagine…”
“Well, if you say yes to my proposition, you won’t have to,” she hesitantly added, fingers tapping the cup.
“Proposition?”
“I’m supposed to be working on a piece for a gallery showing next month, but I wasn’t inspired to paint anything until recently.”
“What inspired you?”
“Well…you,” she blushed. “Don’t get a big head about it, but I wanted to ask you to model for me, personally. I can pay you, and it’ll be more than what you got last time. $40 per session, with a total of four sessions.”
“That’s-”
“I know it’s not much, but it’s all I can afford right now. You know, starving artist and all that. But, if I sell it, I can promise you a sizeable cut.”
“Hazel, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know. But I want to,” she parroted with a playful shrug.
“This is usually just for when friends and family visit,” Hazel explained, pulling out an air mattress. “But for the next four sessions, it’ll be part of our setup. Now if you wouldn’t mind disrobing.”
Jimin nodded and began to undress. “Are you going to paint me like one of your French girls?”
She chuckled and answered, “Something like that,” as she unfolded a white sheet. “Do you consent to me occasionally touching you to adjust things like hair or the sheet?”
As much as he wanted to make a suggestive joke, he knew that this was important to establish and that she took it seriously as a professional. “Yes, you have my consent.”
“Thank you. Now, lay down here and position yourself comfortably. I want the finished painting to be…intimate. Not vulgar or sexual at all. But intimate, and gentle, and warm.”
He nodded again to affirm that he understood and laid down on the mattress, resting his head on his arm and stretching out his legs.
“Okay, now face me just slightly,” she directed, draping the sheet over him organically. “And I just need a soft facial expression. Like one of innocent adoration. Of love, y’know?” She placed her knuckle under his chin to tilt his face upward a bit and their eyes met. With a soft smile, she gently brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “Yeah, kinda like that,” she remarked, eyes breaking from his to momentarily examine him.
“You know somethin’, Hazel?” Jimin asked, voice low and gaze lingering on her. She hummed in response and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “I’ve been naked in front of dozens of people…and I’ve never felt nearly as vulnerable as I do right now.”
“I’m sorry--” she began, unsure of what she might’ve done to make him feel uncomfortable.
“Don’t be,” he smiled softly, eyes lidded.
By the time she had finished her sketch and first layer of paint, the sun had filled the room with golden light, bouncing from surface to surface. He nearly purred in delight, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth embrace him, and she stopped momentarily to observe. He was stunning; every beige turned gold and every brown turned bronze. Sculpted and sunlit, pouty lips pressed into a crescent of contentment and lashes casting mile long shadows over flushed cheeks.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he interrupted her train of thought.
“Very,” she offered, setting her paintbrush down. “We’re about due for a break. Wanna take a look outside the window?”
He nodded eagerly and sat up, wrapping the sheet around his waist before sitting on the windowsill and patting the spot beside him. She granted his silent request and sat there, looking through the glass. “It’s like it goes on forever,” he said of the cityscape. “Like this town isn’t nearly as small as it seems.”
“And it seems pretty small, especially when you’ve been here your whole life.”
He bit back a grin and replied, “Yeah, well, at least you got to travel abroad, even if only for a few months. It must suck seeing and experiencing so many amazing things and then coming back home.”
Her gaze shifted to him as he took in the view and she couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know,” she pondered for a moment. “I think that I’ve learned how to find the magic in the mundane. With a keen enough eye and adventurous spirit, you’ll find that anywhere can be as amazing as Paris. Dans une grande âme tout est grand. Blaise Pascal.”
“English, please?” he probed with a light chuckle, turning to face her.
“In a great mind everything is great.”
Jimin turned his back toward the window, leaning his head against it with a heavy sigh. “God..I could listen to you talk forever.”
She giggled and shook her head. “I sincerely doubt that. And why would you want to?”
He tilted his head slightly in her direction. “You know, as brilliant as you are, you’re incredibly dense.”
“Or maybe I just wanted you to be a little more straightforward,” she countered, one eyebrow slightly higher than the other.
He sat forward, mimicking her expression. “Then maybe you should’ve taken the initiative to lead by example.”
“Fine. Embrasse moi,” she nearly whispered, eyes peering into his. “Need me to translate?”
Feeling heat rush to his face, he leaned in closer, eyes darting to her lips. “No…I think I got the gist of it.”
Within mere seconds, their lips collided, though it felt like hours, if not days. Time was both ever-present and nonexistent whenever Jimin was with Hazel. Frozen, yet fleeting, keeping them suspended in a haze that he had grown quite fond of. Her hand traveled from his face down his torso, setting his skin ablaze. Though he felt frantic, wanting to release all he had been feeling over the last month or so, she was calm, her movements soothing the ache he felt for her. Pulling her onto his sheet-shrouded lap, he made quick work of unbuttoning her top and latching onto her neck to leave bright purple paint splatters across her brown canvas. Just as her bare shoulders adjusted to the temperature, they were pressed into the mattress. He loomed over her, legs tangled in the white cotton, and admired her blissful demeanor—lips full and parted, breath heavy, skin flushed, eyes low.
“Je te veux,” she murmured, tracing his lips with her thumb as she gently grasped his face.
He shut his eyes tightly, a groan caught deep in his throat. “F-fuck, that sounded so good…,” he stuttered, fingers struggling to loosen her belt.
The two basked in an afterglow that put the sun’s rays to shame. He leaned over to kiss her once more before speaking. “I read somewhere that many of the greats slept with their muses: Picasso, Dalí, like everyone during the Renaissance, and don’t even get me started on the Greeks,” Jimin explained, absentmindedly running a hand up and down her arm.
“Oh yeah, well everyone was fuckin’ everybody back then. The Greeks were old school freaky,” she laughed. “But don’t get too used to this. I still need to finish this painting, so we can’t get carried away every session. As a matter of fact, I should probably start on layer two.”
Before Hazel could reach for her clothes, Jimin grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “One request?”
“Anything…within reason,” she warned teasingly.
He let out a light laugh and bit the corner of his bottom lip. “Paint in the nude.”
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reylo smut, by request
The door irises shut behind him and he strips off the gloves with a curse. The belt follows, hitting the far wall with a clatter. The heavy overtunic is easy, the tabs are meant to release when he pulls but fuck the shirt, he’s not dealing with it. Grabs over his shoulder and just hauls it off, buttons pinging everywhere in protest. He scatters all of it like morbidly dark leaves as he stalks across the room to the fresher.
He’s smeared with blood, the slash still oozing groggily where it cut the deepest.
There’s many reasons for black clothing and this is not the least of them.
“Reflect,” he hisses and the wall obligingly switches to echo. He inspects the damage. He earned this one, no question, too distracted with his own thoughts to notice when his sparring droids executed an attack sequence they had definitely not been programmed with and he wasn’t prepared to defend against. One had actually slipped through to mark him. No doubt somebody’s amateur assassination attempt and the fact that it actually scored has him in a foul mood.
The slice runs diagonally, a thin start skipping over his ribs under one nipple but starting to gouge on the downward stroke to end in a vicious hook at his hip. The heavy tunic had hidden the damage as he’d walked here so whoever was watching would know they’d failed but his pants are wet and sticky with the aftermath.
Kylo prods at it and growls.
He wipes off the worst of the blood, scrubbing where it’s already dried. Every flex jabs at him. He should probably get the lower few inches stitched but then it won’t hurt as much and what would be the point? Pain instructs. This is something he needs to remember for awhile.
Stripped to the waist, he walks back into the main room with a bacta gel pack in his hands though because regardless of what he’d prefer to do, it can’t stay like this. He has too many other things to do today to be bleeding everywhere while he does it.
With a grimace Kylo peels the slashed material of his pants farther down his hip to fully expose the wound. The gel is cool on his fingers as he starts to swipe it on in long strokes, starting from the bottom. The prickle starts to work its way under the skin, pins and needles and artificial antiseptic calm.
The room echoes with unexpected susurration. Contracts and then painfully expands. He looks up.
She’s sitting on something high, one leg pulled up to her chest in a casually loose clasp, the other dangling. That’s as far as he gets though before her head jerks back and her eyes widen. Color hits her cheeks like a slap.
He freezes at the look on her face.
Her mouth opens. She fixates on his chest and he can feel the touch of it like a hand, it’s so heavy. Her gaze jerks to his eyes for a heartbeat and then raggedly jumps to his shoulders, his arms, before raking down to stab at the exposed flesh of his stomach, lower still. Caught. Fascinated.
His heart hammers sickeningly hard in his chest. He’s aware suddenly that she’s staring at the curl of dark hair leading down to his groin, peeking out from where he’d shoved the material out of his way, the narrow line of muscle that pulls there.
Her tongue flashes out, wetting her lower lip and he feels that as if she’d kissed him where her eyes are.
He straightens, as caught out as she is. He’s already half hard from that alone, the curl of lust tightening as his body reacts even before he can.
She stares at his cock swelling and only then yanks her eyes away.
“Rey,” he purrs. She says nothing, giving him only a blushing profile. Clutches her knee to her chest. “Rey. Look at me.”
She takes a deep breath then another and then grudgingly swivels her head in his general direction, aiming her gaze somewhere to the far right of his shoulder. Beyond that, she doesn’t move.
Curious, he takes a step forward. She flinches nearly imperceptibly but still doesn’t move to escape like he expected she would. Doesn’t shift back or away or even reply. The last time she’d snapped at him to put something on but this time, nothing.
He looks over his shoulder but of course there’s nothing there but his own black wall. He turns back.
“Where are you?” he asks. “Somewhere you can’t leave?”
She tries to school her face but she’s terrible at it. Keeps staring off to his right as if there’s something infinitely fascinating there. Her breath is shallow, he can see her chest rising and falling in helpless reaction.
“Is the General there? Your friends?”
She shakes her head a tiny bit but the color on her cheeks heightens.
“Yes,” he smiles. “You’re with your friends. Possibly my mother. The Resistance version of High Command? And you can’t leave without people asking questions you can’t answer, so... a meeting?”
Her eyes flick up to his face, very obviously not looking any lower than his chin. She scowls, shifting. Tries to smooth out her expression again with slightly better success this time.
“I can feel you,” he breathes. “That hit you hard. Seeing me. Seeing me open. Do you remember the first time?”
The flicker of her eyelashes is his only answer but that’s all he needs.
He looks again at where she’s looking, trying to figure it out. “I remember the first time too,” he says. “You were angry. So angry with me.” He steps backwards until he impacts the wall, slides over until he’s positioned near where she's staring so determinedly. The front of the room, her commanding officer, a projector for all he knows. The mutinous, panicked expression on her face is worth everything.
He sets his shoulders against the cold metal, widening his stance a little. “I like it when you’re angry,” he confesses to the air. He coats his fingers again with more of the healing gel and tosses the rest of the pack onto the floor to skitter away.
He looks down and starts to smear the bacta again, moving his hand over the wound, stroking higher and higher over his stomach, navel, to his ribs. Her breathing hitches and she’s trying, he can see her trying but her gaze keeps coming back, over and over again to watch. He takes his time, running his fingers over skin, smearing both shine and blood traces along the length of the slash.
He shivers, flesh pebbling, and it has nothing to do with the sting.
“I like it when it looks like you want to fight,” he continues as if he hadn’t stopped. “To argue with me. I think sometimes of you biting me. And I think of biting you back.”
It’s foregone. She fixates again, this time on his mouth. He tenses his stomach and is rewarded twice when teeth indent into the corner of her lip and the pain of the pulled wound flushes over his senses, hardening his nipples.
“Did you want to then, Rey? Do you want to now? Sink your teeth into me, make me bleed a little more?”
Her eyes cut right, startled. “S...sorry? Oh. Uh. Just seventeen. So far,” she says, her tone a little too high, definitely too fast. “Three more by tomorrow. That’s… that’s really all I can guarantee. For now." She nods once, and then again. "Yes. Yes, of course.”
“Well done,” he says after a moment when it appears whatever she’s been asked was enough of an answer. “I wonder what you’re talking about. Speeders? People? Droid repair? No matter.” He wipes the excess bacta on his pants. “I don’t actually care.”
She looks at him helplessly, the urge to bolt writ large on her face. Her fingers are so tight, clutching at her bent leg. He wonders what anyone else would see other than the discomfort. The blush still lingers and he doesn’t think it’s going to go away anytime soon.
“I think about you all the time, you know,” he continues conversationally. “Biting you. Sucking bruises into you, fucking you. My fingers sliding into you, kissing you senseless. The way you’ll move under me. The sounds I want to hear you to make.” He half closes his eyes, staring at her as he slides his hand into his pants. The gel traces on his fingers tingle sharply on the sensitive flesh as he wraps his grip around the head of his cock, pulling it away from the painful position it was in. “The way you’ll feel, convulsing around me. Are you sure you can’t leave?”
He can see the breath she takes, trembling as it is. But she shakes her head and for the first time, deliberately locks her gaze with his. Fuck, that’s hot. He tightens even more, balls drawing up, and the groan he makes is half unwilling.
Fine. Okay. He can do better than this. He shoves the other side of his pants down so he can free himself properly, spreading his legs even more, elongating his body for her. Presses his shoulders hard into the wall.
“Do you see what you do to me, Rey,” he whispers. “And you’re not even here.” He smears the palm of his hand over the head, coating it with himself and then strokes himself down, long and slow. He drops his head back against the wall, hips shifting in reflex because it feels so damned good. She’s watching, she’s watching and it’s all he can do not to speed up.
“Sometimes I think about taking you hard. Up against a wall while you’re angry, while you tell me that you’ll never be with me, never want this from me. And I take you and take you and take you because I can’t help myself.” The words pour out as his hand strokes. “Those damnably long legs of yours wrapped around my waist. Nails in my shoulders, in my back. Teeth in my ear, in my throat.” He watches her face, wondering if that’s something she’s ever thought about. Maybe. Maybe not. “Look, Rey. Look at how hard I am for you.”
Her eyes cut over again, looking at whatever is in her world but she look back guiltily, watching his fingers as they flash up and down. She shifts once, and then again, her hips moving in a tiny, fretful circle. He can feel it hit her again, the deep sweet that has no answer but touch and motion and frantic heat.
At least he can indulge.
“Sometimes. Sometimes I think about taking it slow.” And he does, slipping the head of his cock between his fingers, teasing at himself. “I think about kissing you. I think about your mouth on me, so desperate. I think about hearing my name as you tremble under me, over me. As you thrash and fall apart for me. Just for me.” His voice drops even lower without thinking about it and he hunches forward with the restlessness that his own words are painting. The sting of his injury just adds to it. She’d be so sweet. Her eyes are perfect as they touch him everywhere, drink up his face, drop again to where he’s eager for her. “I think about what it would feel like to drive into you, again and again and again when you’re not angry. When you’re anything but angry.”
He can see her other hand clench at her side and he swallows and she mirrors him, shifting hard in place. Her gaze slips down his chest, watches his hand as it moves inexorably. He’s hard enough to drill through the wall behind him it feels like. The ache under his heart is no better.
“Drop your leg, Rey. Open yourself, even just a little for me. Let me think about what we’re never going to have.”
He wonders if that’s too far, too much. But she does. Oh, fuck, she does, slides her leg tentatively down from the death clutch against her chest, her eyes wide and hesitant and black. Leans back just a little bit on her hands and she looks away as if she can’t watch him while she makes this decision. Her legs twitch, and then hesitantly move apart the tiniest of spaces.
And there’s nothing to see, absolutely nothing at all, not even if her breasts are tight and aching for his hands because there’s just so much cloth between them, but her body has shifted because he asked her to. He can imagine surging up, three steps, four to shove himself between her legs, put his hands on her waist, pull her into him, onto him rough fast sweet slow and either way he knows, he knows she'll take him to the hilt if she’s feeling even half of what he feels.
So wet. So tight. So fucking ready for him.
He closes his eyes and strains. Tightens his hand at the base of his cock because he could come like this, right now, just thinking about it and not yet, please, not yet. He can feel the hair falling in his face as he pants. Spreads his free hand on the wall, fingers wide as if that can help him stay together.
“Fuck, Rey,” he shudders. “You could ask me for anything right now and it’s yours.”
He opens his eyes just in time to catch the sudden twist of longing and an odd, tangled fury on her face and he throws his head back and laughs. “Okay, not that,” he manages to garble out. “Anything else though.”
And that, suddenly, makes her angry. She sits upright and jerks her knees together, snapping her attention away as if she can deny him, deny them both the deep abiding urge to make this real.
He can see her trying to erase the last few seconds, color again stained like rose on her cheeks. Her fingers bite into whatever she’s sitting on, whitening the flesh of her fingertips as she looks around, desperately trying to drag herself back there instead of here.
He resumes stroking himself. “Still, maybe I would,” he croons, surprising himself. “Want me to turn up on the Resistance doorstep and surrender? They’ll stick a few dozen needles of suppressants in me every couple of hours like clockwork so everyone feels safe enough to spit at my feet, but you can fuck me as much as you like in a jail cell before the execution.”
She still doesn’t look but he can see the shudder, some hard emotion moving like a storm over her delicate features. Her lip curls back.
“Think about it. At your mercy. Chained down, forced to serve. There just for you, and only for you.”
He has no idea what he’s saying, spinning it out between them but then the sense of it hits him, the way it would be, could be, the taste of her above him, riding him, knowing that all that’s left is fucking her and death and he makes a noise of low excitement and his hand strokes mercilessly hard.
“Rey,” he demands breathlessly. “Rey. Look. For you. Just for you. Always.”
The end hits him like a nova and he arches his shoulders against the wall, digging his heels down, everything flexing as he comes. It splashes on his chest hard once, twice and he digs his other hand into his hair to pull, another pain, imagining it's her, that she’s pleased, that the hurt he feels is her nails raking down his chest in encouragement. He milks himself dry, gasping.
Finally he opens his eyes and fuck yes, she’s riveted on him, shocked. He runs his hand down his cock a few more times for echo before straightening lazily, feeling the aftershocks in his legs, the wired tremble of release so deep in his belly. His hair is sticking to his face, his lips and he shakes it away. Looks down and he’s made a mess of himself.
There’s come on the back of his hand and he brings it to his mouth. Sucks it off and watches her.
Her legs are squeezed together so tightly that he aches in sympathy.
“Good luck with the rest of your meeting,” he finally manages to get out.
It takes all he’s got left to turn and walk back to the fresher. He’s bleeding again and he can’t even care.
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Bench’s Application for NASA Planetary Protection Officer/#StonerTech
NASA Headquarters
300 E Street SW:Suite 5R30
Washington DC 20546
ATTN:Human Resources
Job Listing: HQ17S0010
Planetary Protection Officer
Deart NASA
I am announcing my candidacy for the Planet Protection Officer job that was most recently sent to media circulation. My background is Exercise Physiology, Gender Studies, And Sports Medicine. I have privately studied theoretical astrophysics for a goal of creating worm hole travel by energizing the vapor cloud of a Prandtl-Glauert
Singularity surrounding a supersonic craft. I feel this can be achieved not at the speed of light but instead supersonically by exploiting a rift in space time of sound and its mechanical source.
Masters Sci Exercise Physiology. University of Oregon 2001
Grad Cert Gender Studies University of Oregon 2001
Bach Sci. Movement Studies East Stroudsburg University 1998
NATABOC Certified. <Inactive Status> 1999
Identified OSHA is a deadbeat federal agency endangering 2007
the well being of employee minors and public
Identified New York State Labor Department Incompetent in 2012
absent regulation of idealized anorexia in fashion.
Authored: The Narcissocracy V2 2014
This Device of Reason 2017
Recommended the update of the sapien taxonomic identity to the
Nobel Committee and International Council for Science.
"Hom Hetero Technologia
Recognized the FBI put discrimination before national security when since 2014 rejected potential cyber security employees because their vast hacking skills were shunned for choice of vice. The united states government has no authority to intervene a Citizens use of, cultivation of Cannabis or other Natural PsyActives. Grounds of racism and warmongering will have no footing for policy. I am greater than thee federal nuisance of party gridlock.
My skills/interests are skeletal muscular triage and conditioning
Design of function first ergonomic sports equipment
Animal intelligence
Evaluation of science fiction set design.
Self generating energy mechanisms.
We are addressing my qualification to the Planetary Protection Officer position and I will address needs as I see them at this time.
Kind Regards,
Michael Bench, MEP GCERT
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1.Equipment.
Materials
Pollen and air particle identification system
Vacu- pipette sample auto distributor.
Remote microscope photography/videography and sample purge.
Remote tissue biopsy darts
Vital signs registry implant
Walk thru 2door Airlock
Discussion
Each interaction with exogenous material will be recorded from each perspective of active crew. Staff showing signs of distress will have video tabulated and assembled as to build an evidence log of their symptoms. When a staff does collect exogenous materials they will be disassembled in the survey craft. The exploratory craft, quarantine cellblock, and walk thru airlocks will have redundant lab materials
If lifeforms were found, a donor will be selected in capture or free range to be shot with a biopsy dart. The biopsy dart will be retracted by a strong magnet on a flight drone. If a small study station will be constructed on the planet, all life forms will be mandated to receive an RFID chip.
Disassembling samples will be done by an automated arm/laser assembly. Inactive samples will be put under microscope and saved at 500k dpi. The samples themselves might be stored or expelled. Active samples colonies such as lake water, exogenous plant cells, alien blood will be put in a petri dish. The petridish will be fed into a Vacu-Pipette Auto- Distributor (VPAD).
The role of VPAD is to separate all similar life forms into individual andcataloged containers. Additionally, groups of organism types will be divided into multiple combinations. If there are 4 varieties of organism in a sample, VPAD will choose among organism A,B,C,D and put concentrations of only organism A&D,C&B,A&C,B&D,A&B,C&D together. Changes in behavior and sample chemistry will be recorded. If a sample containing all organisms is docile, separating them might trigger one organism's wastes to activate anotherorganism's protective defenses. Smaller concentrations or symbiotic relationships might not distinguish one organism's metabolic activity without the accumulation of biproducts . Microclimates in an (aquatic) environment must be considered.
Pollen and airparticle identification should be completed in the Pre-Survey and Survey phases. All exploratory crew must wear helmets even when the atmosphere is reported breathable. Crew will accomplish only tasks on the schedule and not venture into open ended tours. These are the pre survey , and survey craft roles. Inclusive of Vacupipette and living air particles; all samples will be recorded in various tests for their reactivity and then ejected. No living organism must board a rescue craft outside the atmosphere.
2.Ship Design
Airlocks:
Airlocks are of two types:
Hull Edge
Low level Central Walkthru:
Hull edge airlocks are well documented in science fiction movies they allow exit into space or docking to larger stations or to home planet space/ airports/ hangers.
Low Level Central WalkThru Airlocks are located on the lowest level of a spacecraft. When in inactive position, staff/crew may walk through the airlock and the two sets of doors on each side of the airlock. The airlock is connected to an arm on its roof. When activated, the airlock will close one or both door pairs sealing the ship air away from its own. The Airlock may be used to capture free roaming contaminations or hostile piracy constituents. When the airlock is sealed on both sides; with the hostile agent trapped inside; the connect arm lowers the airlock out of the hull of the ship, rotates 90degrees horizontally, and its contents are set free to freeze in the void of space. The arm may also opt to release the airlock, remaining sealed, as to be picked up at another time. A beacon will be activated. View ports or cameras will enable passing ships to see its contents per 'tune in' signal
Capture drones
Capture Equipment
Region Locks.
The most famous scene of an alien serpent bursting out of a crew's chest cavity is Ridley Scott's 1979 Alien movie. The contamination that resulted could have easily be stopped if the crew knew to seal off the dining hall from the remainder of the ship. Ducts and electric shafts were also far too numerous and far too available to floor level. A crew must be ready at all times to seal a region of ship if a contamination occurs.If the first officer is injured, the second officer hits a single button offered in redundancy all around the room. If the second officer is injured, the third officer or those nearest the region lock button should know without instruction to seal the area.
At such time, the crew take no delay to abandon the victim and immediately inoculate the threat. In times of greater technology, a surgical bot on a track could enter the area, contain both victim and parasite and attend to both in an airlock. At this time we have technology that could sent a "Roomba-type" floor robot (of larger stature) to corner the alien and sweep it up.
Staff confidence in handling aggressive creatures like Brown snake, Philippine Cobra, and Tiger snake is mandatory. At this time technology also exists for realistic simulations and materials to resist envenomation. Spiders and snakes are among the most feared creatures so similarly constructed creatures off planet are likely to cause anxiety that impairs optimal problem solving performance, If it has a mouth: duct tape it shut. If it has a stinger,chop it off. Materials like Kevlar could be fashioned in multiple layer gloves. Crew drills on parasite capture are necessary all year long.
Contagion recovery Team Drones.
Not all disasters and infestations can be forseen. For creatures smaller than 7ft tall/long, a drone team of a containment bot and a capture bot are piloted by the staff through the ship. Unless there is some reason the creature cannot be damaged, determine its source of intelligence and "crush its head". The capture bot will have a small profile to fit into any duct work yet heavy enough not to be offset by a thrashing hostile creature. On an easy schedule capture the capture bot grasps the creature at the front and rear, gives it a good crush and places it in the containment bot. A containment bot will self seal and report promptly to the nearest hull airlock. The containment bot will disengage from its container, exit the airlock and flush. Once the operational plan is complete the containment bot will furnish the crew with an uploaded analysis of the creature's goop
On a difficult capture of a creature, the capture bot will alert the server it intends to 'bolt down the contamination". Capture bots will one at a time clamp onto the creature, exit their bases from the area. The ship's computer will initiate a strong magnetic pulse specific to the capture bot limbs that draw the 'intrusive species' to a particular wall. A larger capture bot will enter the area, seal itself against the wall around the intruder.The main computer will allow the wall skin to detach with the capture bot. and the entirety of bot, wall and intruder will report to the nearest hull airlock. The airlock will open, the creature will be released, the wall will be magnetically retrieved ,and the system reset.
I find the magnetic apprehension and unmanned vessels to be applicable methods of containment also on Earth bases. If the samples are breaching containment and of air circulation risk, its vessel may be insulated inside a magnetically active liquid metal bath/ nano electroplating to confine its movement. Should the species not be able of electroplating, it will certainly be electrocuted.
3.Pre-Survey, Surveillance, and Exploration of Unexplored Planets
Craft with the express purpose of rescue and investigation of distress signals may respond to unknown distress signals. All other craft will be forbidden predisposing ill suited missions from extraneous risks they were not designed for. In the case a rescue craft is met with a rescue signal, they must proceed first as a military envoy, second as an ambulation team, and thirdly as an exploratory survey. If crew attempt to override mission roles they will be stripped of rank and apprehended/tranquilized/executed if furthering their effort.
PRESURVEY:
If the planet or region has never been explored, sample drones aboard an unmanned craft will be piloted to the surface. Such delivery craft should be temporary and expendable. The sample drones may eject from its delivery ship when low enough in the atmosphere.
Roles: 1;Video collection and identification of repeated types
of species, vegetation, rock types and general formal
composition of the landing areas.
2.Species evaluation: air evaluation, pollen filter collection,
pollen microbe sample tubules with human, fish, aviary , viral
and bacteria samples as to test reactivity. Species evaluation
drones should be of hovering and terrestrial motion as to
purposely disturb the environment so passive
characters can be triggered.
3.Rescue region survey. A particular unmanned craft seeks the
feature of the exploration and suitable region to land a craft if
necessary.
SURVEY
An unmanned craft departs the ship and sets down upon the planet. In the time from presurvey to survey phases new forms of life expose themselves or the presurvey mission was attacked, the unmanned ship will be monitoring the ground for nefarious characters with visual, thermal and other sensors. The unmanned survey craft will be weaponized. The role of the weaponized function is to clear hostile natives from the area of expected touch down or extraction.
A rescue attempt will rely on a hover drone to find the crew members and land the survey ship as nearby as possible in a coordinated fashion. If the beacon is found to be a hoax, an addition explosives drone type will set charges and demolish the signal source.
Should rescued persons be able to board the survey craft, their containment will be in a fixed region of the craft that docks outside the main vessel and deposites the containment vessel to a quarantine area separate from the ship. It is the crews duty among the rescued to assure injured persons are put on the stretcher for medlab. Elsewise a terrestrial drone will do such labors. If the rescue crew is combative, they will be tranquilized and immediately set in hypersleep in the trailing quarantine "cellblock". People aboard the quarantine cellblock will have no physical contact with the rescue crew. Each will be asked report to a hypersleep tube to be individually interviewed.
EXPLORATION
Retreat policies from hostile inhabited planets
In a case of immediate retraction from an area, an injured crew member may only be retrieved if movement is TOWARD the rescue craft. Undue delay predisposes other crew to contamination,injury or death.Staff are forbidden to rescue another crew member if the injury is other than physical and contained inside the suit.
Rescue of Victims by unmanned craft
A victim on a planet surface is to retrieved by a drone or craft isolating their body and the containment cell of their body from the pilot. The containment cell will have an automated surgical station and care unit to initiate first aid and contain any unknown organisms. The medlab must be activated and sealed. A sealed medlab may not be opened earlier than 6 hours.
Each medlab will have two sections and be ejectable from the exploration and survey vessels. Should more members of the crew be injured, the medlab will seal the first victim in stasis, seal the entry to the entire facility, and open the inner medlab door so they can be treated.The capacity for three patients should be alotted. The only time the medlab will not open for additional patients beyond 1 is that contagion is loose or airborne.
Rescue of Casualties by unmanned craft
A death of crew shall be deemed an immediate contagionThey will be frozen immediately in a containment tube and dissected in the quarantine cellblock medlab by remote surgeon link.
Quarantine Cellblocks
Quarantine Cellblocks and hulls of outer atmosphere ships shall not ever pass into foreign atmosphere space. If such an event happens, they may not return to Earth Atmosphere without thorough hull scrub and due measures effectively 'sterilizing' the hull of contaminants.
Colonizing
On planets considered devoid of life after 4 separate surveys in a span of 150years, NASA may opt to colonize those planets with species of any type believed to flourish best in its environment. Mammals and limbed creatures would need a predatory tree of inhabitants. For this case I call the ' ancient astronaut theory' misguided. Its infact our role to colonize a planet with our own microbes, spores, viruses, bacteria to fester an evolutionary chain to unfold. A planet like Venus who's climate is outright hostile to mammals, may be the appropriate haven for a bacteria to benefit in pH friendly zones.
Eco Tree
The importance of our eco tree is so vast that all movies presuming spaceships would only transport humans are foolish and self centered. The Earth's eco tree is as important to us as sapiens must be to it. Its sustainance is our important task. The eco tree is our medicine chest. Should a ship become infested, its not only humans gene lines that risk mutation. Preserving the eco tree will be a goal of most all starcraft and this is why missions must not be quickly detoured for blind altruism.
I must remind all of you that after some time in space, all travelers are a form of mutation. Radiation is always hitting them. It would not be unreasonable for adaptations toward amphibian/ reptilian protections to occur such as skin scales and hermaphrodism. The show American Dad with a character Roger is quite on point to have a gay'ish/ efeminent voice and manner. Lack of gravity could cause other vital organ systems to change in efficiency of energy. An astronaut simply returning to earth might be radiated enough to cause a mutation from procreation even if it wasn't noticed by testing. The change in his families gene line could be as invisible as an undocumented chimeric pattern.
By these statements my qualifications are many. There are application advantages for molecular biologists, chemists, and geneticists. Since there are lifeforms they have never seen nor understand physiological makeup, their expertise is rather moot except for comparisons and lexicon. I hope you will recognize my trained values in Physiology and Gender Anthropology.. In parts Psychology, have their own merited elitism among those fields named. All conditions for mitigating my qualification I call to be beneath the needs of NASA. A mission cannot be completed in tuxedos. The people that want to work it must be dependable of their own accord. As of this letter , I already have worked toward the needs and safety of our public.
Michael Bench
Exercise Physiologist
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55 years ago, Seiko introduced its, and Japan’s, first-ever diver’s watch. With an automatic movement and water resistance to 150m, it proved its reliability when it was used by members of the Japanese Antarctic Research Expedition from 1966 to 1969. In the years that followed, Seiko created many other diver’s watches that found favour with professional divers and adventurers alike, thanks to their high quality and reliability. Seiko launched three re-creations that combine heritage and evolution – Seiko Prospex SLA037, SLA039, SLA041 & SPB149.
Three re-creations that combine heritage and evolution
Three of the most important landmarks from Seiko’s first decade as a maker of diver’s watches are now re-created in celebration of the 55th anniversary of that first achievement. They are offered in the Prospex collection which is today synonymous with excellence in watches for use in all types of sports and challenging environments.
Pushing back the boundaries in diver’s watches, 1965-1975.
Although proud that their watch had proved itself in the Antarctic, Seiko’s engineers continued their development work to better meet the needs of the professional diver. This is why, in 1968, Seiko’s first diver’s watch with 300m water resistance and a 10-beat automatic movement was created. It was used successfully by the first person from Japan to climb Mt. Everest but this achievement was, at least partially, eclipsed by the receipt that same year of a letter from a professional diver who quietly asserted that no diver’s watch yet created could withstand the conditions that were his everyday reality in his job as a saturation diver. The Seiko team realized that nothing less than a technical step-change was needed to create a diver’s watch that could truly be called ‘professional’. It took seven years but, at last, in 1975, Seiko produced a 600m diver’s watch that pushed back the boundaries further than perhaps any other diver’s watch in history. It had a titanium one-piece case and an outer case protector. It used a specially developed L-shaped gasket to make it impervious to helium without the need for an escape valve. It had an accordion-style strap that made the watch secure on the wrist whatever the ambient pressure. This unique watch changed forever the world’s expectation of what a diver’s watch could deliver and its unique construction and popularity led to it being given the name “Tuna” by watch fans across the world.
Three Seiko diver’s watches that made history:
1968 Hi-beat Diver’s 300m, 1965 62MAS 150m, 1975 Professional Diver’s 600m
Seiko’s Ever-Brilliant Steel: the world’s most corrosion resistant steel, perfectly suited for a diver’s watch for deep sea use.
While faithful to the original designs, all three watches are fully up to date in their specifications and execution. The greatest advance is in the grade of stainless steel used in the construction of the three watches. To be known as Seiko’s “Ever-Brilliant Steel,” thanks to the brilliant white hue that gives this trilogy of watches its unique look, this grade of steel is more corrosion resistant than that which is used in most high-end watches today.* It is used for the first time** in the watch industry for the cases of the 1965 and 1968 re-creations and the bezel of the 1975 re-creation whose case is, like the original, in titanium. This material is used extensively in the surfaces, linings, bolts and other components of marine structures and vessels so as to avoid corrosion in a chloride-rich environment such as sea water. It presents many challenges in the manufacture of watch cases but, thanks to the experience and innovative techniques of the Seiko team, these challenges were overcome and Ever-Brilliant Steel is now set to bring a new level of durability to the diver’s watch.
The watch case of the 1965 re-creation utilizes a new grade of stainless steel
The 1965 and 1968 re-creations are powered by the high beat 8L55 movement and the 1975 re-creation carries Caliber 8L35, both developed and assembled expressly for diver’s watches at the Shizukuishi Watch Studio. All three have sapphire crystals, and the 1975 re-creation has an increased anti-magnetic resistance of 40,000 a/m thanks to the dial made of pure iron.
* This stainless steel has a PREN (Pitting Resistance Equivalent Number) value 1.7 times higher than that of the grade of steel used in most high-end watches. PREN is a widely accepted standard used to measure corrosion resistance.
** as of December 2019, based on Seiko’s research.
Designs that capture the beauty and mystery of the deep sea
All three re-creations share the same blue-gray dial that reflects the beauty of the sea but also hints at their ability to perform at depths which dim the intensity of the oceans’ blue. In particular, the subtle gradation of the dial color on the 1965 and 1968 re-creations dramatizes the way that light gradually fades as one dives deeper into the dark, mysterious world of the ocean.
The dials celebrate the beauty and mystery of the ocean depths
The straps also pay homage to the originals while being modern in both the material used and their color. The rubber strap with a fabric-like texture of the 62MAS from 1965 is reproduced in silicone for greater strength and comfort. The strap on the 1968 re-creation is also in silicone and has the same pyramid pattern as its predecessor and the 1975 professional diver’s re-creation comes with the signature accordion-type strap.
A special commemorative box with all three re-creations with additional black straps will be available in May 2020. Just 100 sets will be released.
All three watches will be made available as limited editions of 1,100 at Seiko boutiques and selected retailers worldwide. The 1965, 1968, and 1975 re-creations will be introduced in June, July, and August 2020 respectively.
A new contemporary version of the 62MAS
In addition to the limited edition trilogy, the 55th anniversary of Seiko’s first diver’s watch is also celebrated with an all-stainless steel modern re-interpretation. This new version is characterized by its slim profile and a lowered center of gravity that makes it comfortable to wear on even a smaller wrist. It features the same special 55th anniversary blue-gray dial as graces the trilogy and comes with both a stainless steel bracelet and a silicone strap. It is powered by Caliber 6R35 that delivers a power reserve of 70 hours. It will be available in a limited edition of 5,500 at Seiko boutiques and selected retailers worldwide from June 2020.
Seiko Diver’s Watch 55th Anniversary Limited Editions
The 1965 Diver’s Re-creation
Seiko Prospex SLA037
Calibre 8L55
Driving system: Automatic
Vibrations: 36,000 vibrations per hour (10 beats per second)
Power reserve: 55 hours
Number of jewels: 37
Specifications
Ever-Brilliant Steel case
Box shape sapphire crystal with anti-reflective coating on the inner surface
Screw-down crown, screw case back
LumiBrite on hands and indexes
Water resistance: 200m diver’s
Magnetic resistance: 4,800 A/m
Diameter 39.9mm, Thickness: 14.7mm
Silicone strap
Approximate recommended retail price in Europe: €6,500
Limited Edition of 1,100
The 1968 Professional Diver’s 300m Re-creation
Seiko Prospex SLA039
Calibre 8L55
Driving system: Automatic
Vibrations: 36,000 vibrations per hour (10 beats per second)
Power reserve: 55 hours
Number of jewels: 37
Specifications
Ever-Brilliant Steel case
Dual-curved sapphire crystal with anti-reflective coating on the inner surface
LumiBrite on hands and indexes
Water resistance: 300m saturation diver’s
Magnetic resistance: 4,800 A/m
Diameter: 44.8mm, Thickness: 15.7mm
Silicone strap
Approximate recommended retail price in Europe: €7,000
Limited edition of 1,100
The 1975 Professional Diver’s 600m Re-creation
Seiko Prospex SLA041
Calibre 8L35
Driving system: Automatic
Vibrations: 28,800 vibrations per hour (8 beats per second)
Power reserve: 50 hours
Number of jewels: 26
Specifications
Titanium inner case (super hard coating) with Ever-Brilliant Steel bezel
Sapphire crystal
LumiBrite on hands and indexes
Water resistance: 1000m saturation diver’s
Magnetic resistance: 40,000 A/m
Diameter 52.4mm, Thickness: 17.2mm
Silicone strap
Approximate recommended retail price in Europe: €4,500
Limited edition of 1,100
1965 Diver’s Modern Re-interpretation
Seiko Prospex SPB149
Calibre 6R35
Driving system: Automatic
Vibrations: 21,600 vibrations per hour (6 beats per second)
Power reserve: 70 hours
Number of jewels: 24
Specifications
Stainless steel case and bracelet with super-hard coating
Curved sapphire crystal with anti-reflective coating
Screw-down crown, screw case back
Lumibrite on hands and indexes
Water resistance: 200m diver’s
Magnetic resistance: 4,800 A/m
Diameter 40.5mm, Thickness: 13.2mm
Stainless steel bracelet with three-fold clasp with push-button release, secure lock and extender, with a silicone strap included
Approximate recommended retail price in Europe: €1,350
Limited edition of 5,500
Three Seiko diver’s watches that made history: 1968 Hi-beat Diver’s 300m, 1965 62MAS 150m, 1975 Professional Diver’s 600m
Three re-creations that combine heritage and evolution
A special commemorative box with all three re-creations with additional black straps will be available in May 2020. Just 100 sets will be released.
The watch case of the 1965 re-creation utilizes a new grade of stainless steel
Celebrating 55 years of Seiko diver’s watches, three legends are re-born in Prospex 55 years ago, Seiko introduced its, and Japan’s, first-ever diver’s watch. With an automatic movement and water resistance to 150m, it proved its reliability when it was used by members of the Japanese Antarctic Research Expedition from 1966 to 1969.
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Brawl Stars replace: New Brawler Bibi steps as much as the plate in Retropolis replace
Welcome to our Brawl Stars replace hub! We’ll be accumulating all the official steadiness adjustments and updates for Brawl Stars as they’re launched by Finnish large Supercell.
For those who can’t get sufficient Brawl Stars, remember to bookmark this web page to remain up-to-date on the most recent buffs, nerfs, new sport modes, and new brawlers added to the sport. Beneath you’ll discover the newest replace, adopted by an inventory of latest brawlers as they’re launched. Earlier Brawl Stars updates will be discovered on the finish of the web page.
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Brawl Stars Could replace overview
Launch date: Could 21, 2019
The Could Brawl Stars replace brings a brand new Brawler, new map theme, and a number of other new skins to Supercell’s hit sport. Rosa was on the receiving finish of yet one more spherical of nerfs, however in return she received a brand new voice over.
Retropolis is the title of the brand new cyberpunk map theme, and there at the moment are a number of maps that match this theme. A brand new leather-based jacket-wearing Brawler named Bibi is the primary official Brawler to return from this new space, though it seems that Bull and Crow origin tales can be retconned to affix her.
Brawl Stars Could replace patch notes
New Brawler – Bibi
Epic Brawler.
Foremost assault: Three Strikes.
Bibi’s major assault knocks again enemies when her Dwelling Run bar is charged.
The Dwelling Run bar costs whereas having all three swings on the prepared.
Tremendous Assault: Spitball.
Bibi bats a bouncing ball of bubble gum that offers injury and might hit the enemy a number of instances.
Star Energy: Dwelling Run.
Bibi’s motion velocity is elevated whereas her Dwelling Run bar is absolutely charged.
New Skins
Scorching Rod Brock.
Bake Sale Barley.
Street Rage Carl.
Maple Barley (Canada tender launch anniversary pores and skin).
Different
Rosa Voice Over.
Potential to ship in-game mail to Membership members (out there for leaders & co-leaders).
Supercell ID 2.0 (Will roll out to nations over the subsequent week).
New Occasion – Retropolis
New Battle Location – Retropolis.
New Menu Music.
New Menu Background.
New In-Recreation Music.
Maps
A number of maps at the moment are “Retrofied”:
Gem Seize – Cell Division, 4 Squared, Escape Velocity, Spring Lure, Double Swoosh.
Heist – Rolling Rumble, Bridge Too Far.
Bounty – Layer Cake, Dry Season.
Maps Eliminated:
Gem Seize – Bouncing Echo.
Heist – Cut up Second, Nook Case.
Maps Added:
Gem Seize – Cross Reduce.
Heist – Pit Cease, Facet Story.
Character Steadiness
Rosa
Decreased Tremendous length from 4.Zero sec to three.Zero sec.
Decreased Star energy therapeutic from 300 per sec to 200 per sec.
Wants now 10 hits as a substitute of 9 to completely cost up Tremendous.
Foremost assault impact now higher matches the world the place injury is dealt.
Frank
Carl
Carl can now pre-aim his major assault whereas utilizing Tremendous.
Carl now has a a lot shorter cooldown for the principle assault (can use the principle assault extra quickly when the Pickaxe returns after a wall hit).
Bug Fixes
Mounted a number of UI points.
Mounted a bug that gave entry to locked skins within the Coaching Cave.
Mounted a problem with character well being bars being displayed incorrectly after being revealed from stealth.
Mounted points associated to participant standing show in groups.
Mounted partially underwater launch pads on Showdown map Flying Fantasies.
New Brawlers in Brawl Stars
Like new troops in Conflict of Clans and new playing cards in Conflict Royale, Supercell releases new brawlers in Brawl Stars once in a while. Beneath you’ll discover all the new brawlers launched for the reason that sport’s world launch in reverse chronological order.
New Brawler — Bibi
Batter up! Bibi’s received a candy swing that may knock again enemies when her Dwelling Run bar is charged. Her Tremendous is a bouncing ball of gum that offers injury.
Launch date: Could 22, 2019
Epic Brawler introduced within the Could “Retropolis” replace.
First Brawler to function an assault cost mechanic.
Foremost assault – Three Strikes
Bibi’s major assault knocks again enemies when her Dwelling Run bar is charged.
The Dwelling Run bar costs whereas having all three swings on the prepared.
Tremendous Assault – Spitball
Bibi bats a bouncing ball of bubble gum that offers injury and might hit the enemy a number of instances.
Star Energy – Dwelling Run
Bibi’s motion velocity is elevated whereas her Dwelling Run bar is absolutely charged.
New Brawler — Rosa
This boxing botanist will plant her ft and go toe to toe! Her Tremendous provides her robust, vegan protecting gear.
Launch date: April 26, 2019
Uncommon Brawler introduced within the April replace.
Related play fashion as Primo.
Foremost assault – Palms of Stone
Rosa releases a flurry of punches.
Shut vary solely.
Tremendous – Robust Stuff
Rosa creates a troublesome second pores and skin of vines,
Prevents 80% of incoming injury (later lowered to 70%).
Lasts 6 seconds (later lowered to Four seconds).
Star Energy – Plant Life
Rosa regains well being whereas inside bushes.
New Brawler — Carl
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Carl is a pickaxe wielding miner that drives round in a mining cart. He solely has one ammo, and his tremendous sends him flying into enemies!
Launch date: March 22, 2019
Tremendous Uncommon Brawler introduced in February replace.
Quick vary Brawler with only one ammo.
Foremost Assault – Pickaxe
Carl throws his Pickaxe, consuming his solely ammo.
Pickaxe bounces off obstacles, returning to Carl after bouncing.
Upon returning, ammo is restored.
Can hit enemies twice per shot.
Tremendous Assault – Tailspin
Carl spins round in his mine cart, damaging close by enemies.
New Brawler — Gene
Gene makes use of his magic lamp to shoot a splitting projectile. His tremendous is a magical hand that grabs and pulls enemies shut!
Launch date: February 15, 2019
Lengthy vary supportive Brawler.
Foremost assault – Smoke Blast
Shoots a ball of smoke from his lamp.
If it doesn’t hit, it splits and spreads in a cone.
Tremendous – Magic Hand
Launches a magic hand from his lamp.
Pulls first enemy hit again to Gene.
Brawl Stars Replace Historical past
Rosa Steadiness replace overview
Launch date: April 30, 2019
Lower than per week after her launch, the most recent melee Brawler Rosa is being taken down a peg. Her tremendous has proved to be too highly effective, so this Brawl Stars replace hits each its length and injury discount.
Rosa Steadiness replace patch notes
Rosa
Tremendous Protect injury discount lowered to 70% (down from 80%).
Tremendous Protect length lowered to Four seconds (from 6 seconds).
Mounted a bug with Enemy Rosa’s defend impact not being displayed accurately.
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Brawl Stars April replace overview
Launch date: April 15, 2019
This Brawl Stars replace brings some lengthy overdue adjustments to aggressive rating system, together with adjustments focused particularly at teamers in Showdown. This could enhance gameplay expertise throughout all sport modes.
There’s additionally a brand new melee Brawler on the town: Rosa! She’s just like Primo, however with a brand new defend mechanic for her Tremendous. She ought to give gamers who wish to rise up shut and private one other nice possibility for battle. Search for her to be launched quickly after the patch hits.
Brawl Stars April replace patch notes
New Uncommon Brawler – Rosa (launched April 26)
Foremost assault – Palms of Stone
Flurry of punches.
Tremendous – Robust Stuff
Rosa creates a troublesome second pores and skin of vines, stopping 80% of incoming injury for six seconds.
Star Energy – Plant Life
Rosa regains well being whereas inside bushes.
New Skins
Rejoice Easter with Bunny Penny.
Rejoice Golden Week with Shiba Nita.
New Maps & Dynamic Map Component
Gem Seize: Minecart Insanity.
Carts journey on the railroads on sure intervals.
Carts block pictures, deal injury and push again Brawlers when hit.
Showdown: Flying Fantasies(with Launch Pads!), Royal Runway.
Brawl Ball: Heart Stage.
Siege: Junk Park, Sparring Match, Straight Shot, Meeting Assault.
Boss Struggle: Hazard Zone.
Showdown
Modifications to discourage teaming in Showdown:
Meteors now goal grouped gamers with higher logic and the Meteor explosion radius is larger.
Therapeutic mushrooms and Power Drinks at the moment are extra prone to spawn farther from grouped gamers.
Siege
Bolts now spawn nearer to the center.
Frank’s stun solely works for a break up second on the IKE.
IKE not creates space injury with its projectile.
IKE projectile now houses to the goal (however not in opposition to flying items).
Different
Some homescreen Buttons Moved into Menu.
Watch high-level gameplay reside on Brawl TV.
Preview and check new brawlers within the Coaching Cave.
Added Polish and Hebrew languages.
Identify Change for Gems – First is free! Then 60, 90, 120, 150 Gems for every consecutive change.
New Menu background and music for Golden Week occasion (coming quickly).
Barely harder matchmaking for groups.
Assist for colour tags eliminated (colour codes will be eliminated with one free title change) Gamers have an possibility to choose a colour from their profile display screen.
Tutorial enhancements.
Improved poor connection image show throughout battle.
Elevated Tremendous button’s tappable space.
Spawn the second Gem in Gem Seize later.
Reveals Star Icon beneath Pets if they’re affected by Star Energy.
Character Sounds & Visuals
Bo
In-game mannequin rework, New Results and Projectiles.
Carl
Audio Voice Overs.
Leon
New assault projectile.
Penny
New results and projectiles for Little Helper Penny pores and skin.
Brock
New animation for Boombox Brock pores and skin.
Spike
Results polished.
Primo
New major assault impact.
Barley
New projectile for Golden Barley pores and skin.
Bug Fixes
Robo Rumble: Mounted a problem in Robo Rumble the place the enraged melee robots weren’t hitting the protected.
Brawl Ball: Mounted a problem that brought about Ball to bounce from partitions that had been destroyed whereas the ball was transferring after a kick.
Brawl Ball: Personal aim is attributed to the final participant from the opposing group to the touch the ball.
Brawl Ball: When Penny’s Star Powered Mortar explodes after a aim it not shoots out cannon balls.
Mounted a problem that prevented spectating whereas prepared in a sport room.
Mounted double rank up token reward not being visualized accurately within the battle finish display screen.
Mounted a problem that brought about a participant to be unable to reject/settle for Recreation Room be a part of requests.
Mounted a problem that brought about on-line time for brand new Membership members to be proven as “< 1 month ago>”.
Mounted a problem that brought about Membership member statuses to not replace immediately.
Matchmaking hints are not displayed for unreleased Brawlers.
Season finish trophy decay dealing with improved.
Mounted a bug the place you might find yourself having the tremendous button caught down when you shot your tremendous the very same time whenever you received hit by a pushback.
Pet spawning will happen even when the Brawler dies whereas activating Tremendous.
Character Steadiness & Bug Fixes
Crow
Elevated major assault injury from 280 to 300.
Elevated tremendous injury from 280 to 300.
Elevated poison injury per second from 70 to 75.
Carl
Elevated boomerang velocity by 25%.
Elevated Tremendous length from 2.5 sec to three.Zero sec.
Stuns, pushbacks and pulls now interrupt Carl’s Tremendous means.
Mounted a bug inflicting Carl to not reload when the boomerang returned.
Carl not has a reload animation when he spawns.
Carl’s Pickaxe now returns even when Carl dies when the Pickaxe is flying in direction of the goal.
Darryl
Shelly
Elevated major assault vary from 7.33 tiles to 7.67 tiles.
Elevated major assault projectile velocity by 5%.
Piper
Elevated the variety of Bombs dropped from Tremendous from three to 4.
Elevated Tremendous Bomb injury from 800 to 900.
Bombs now unfold on a bit bit bigger space (+10% diameter).
Gene
Mounted a bug that allowed Gene to drag the Robotic boss in order that it received caught in Boss Struggle.
Mounted a bug that brought about Gene’s pull to stay enemies inside partitions when pulling near an indestructible wall.
Mounted a bug that didn’t permit Gene to drag enemies along with his Magic Hand whereas being poisoned by a lvl 10 Crow.
When a pulled enemy dies throughout the pull the hand not destroys the surroundings.
When Gene is pulling a goal along with his Magic Hand the goal can’t be pulled by one other Gene.
Quickfire now takes into consideration the added vary from the projectile splitting.
Pam
Decreased major assault injury from 260 to 240.
Decreased well being from 4400 to 4300.
When Nita and her Bear and Pam assault Pam’s Therapeutic Stations they now obtain the star energy therapeutic impact.
Leon
Spike
Poco
That’s all for our Brawl Stars replace hub! You should definitely bookmark this text, as we’ll replace it over the subsequent few weeks and months with the most recent releases! Completely happy brawling!
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Jean Aiton’s 1992 Fox-Body LX is Basically an 8-Second Renegade Street Car
The Mustang has been around for over five continuous decades, so when it comes to building that dream car, the possibilities are seemingly endless. For Jean Aiton, that dream car was built into an 8-second Fox-body street car. “I’ve been told it’s a Renegade car that I force on the street,” Jean says. “I built the car keeping the NMRA True Street class in mind, but more than anything I built it for my enjoyment and to remain a street car.
Jean, a Sergeant at the Huntsville Police Department, left no stone unturned in his search for his perfect Mustang build. Having owned different Mustangs along with several Fox-body Mustangs over the years, he researched many different generations and drivetrain combinations, but he kept coming back to that familiar Fox-body platform.
Jean stumbled across this 1992 Mustang LX on a local Craigslist ad back in 2011. The car was powered by a stock-block 347ci engine with a Vortech V-7 YS supercharger, Lunati Voodoo cam, 170cc Dart Pro 1 heads, a T5 transmission, and 3.73 gears. Exhaust flowed through 1-5/8 shorty headers, a 2.5-inch off-road mid-pipe, Dynomax mufflers and stock tailpipes.
He met the owner at Huntsville Dragway where he watched it make a 6.88-second run at 105 mph in the eighth-mile with easy launching and granny shifting. He knew the car made decent power and had potential despite its stock computer, Super FMU, heavy wheels, stock chassis and all factory suspension.
Jean Aiton, Sergeant at the Huntsville Police Department, built his dream car, a killer 8-second Fox-body street car. After searching different Mustang platforms and combinations for his build, he knew he had to build a mean Fox-body, and he left no stone unturned. Jeans says everyone tells him its a Renegade car he forces on the street. “To each their own, but for me, nothing delivers that feeling of a sledgehammer to the face like a nasty Fox-body.”
Originally the car was painted Deep Emerald Green but is now slathered in Jewel Green Metallic after the body shop used the wrong paint code for a 1993 Bronco. Heath Terry, owner of Southside Rods and Resto in Arab, Alabama, spent 50 hours wet-sanding and fixing the mistakes made by the previous painter.
Jean’s Fox is now powered by a Ford Racing A4 302-based 8.2-inch deck block bored and stroked to a 349ci with a compression ratio of 10:1. An Eagle 5.4 crank works in conjunction with Diamond pistons via Eagle H-rods and a custom grind on a Comp hydraulic-roller camshaft. The engine was built by Dale Meers Racing Engines in Buffalo, Kentucky.
Built by Ron Sharpe of Advanced Airflow Engineering, Trick Flow Specialties heads sit atop the engine with Twisted Wedge 225cc intake runners, and a Holley Systemax ported upper and lower manifold that was previously installed on Alton Clements’ championship NMRA Renegade car. Feeding the thirst are Holley 120 lb/hr fuel injectors. Titanium intake and exhaust valves that measure 2.08 and 1.60, and he installed Crower shaft mount rocker arms. Oil is pumped through a Melling oil pump, and a Milodon 7-quart rear sump pan seals the bottom end.
“The heads were ported for the NMRA Renegade class. They were formerly on Mike Post’s Renegade car,” Jean tells us. Extensive work on both the intake, exhaust ports and bowl work with a lot of attention paid to mid-lift flow. It features titanium retainers with 8-degree keepers and locks, 1.550-inch diameter dual springs on intake and exhaust with a damper. The Seat pressure is 150 lbs. and 440 lbs. open at .600-inch lift.
To really amp up the power, a Vortech V-7 YSi with a max of 28 psi is mated to a custom throttle-body and features a Vortech 50mm cog crank pulley; the upper cog pulley varies depending on running a street or race tune. A standalone Speed Density MAF helps keep things in check, and a Blowzilla blow off valve is mounted on the 4-inch intake pipe. With the Meziere 55gpm water pump, custom radiator and twin fans pushing 3,412 cfm, keeping cool in Alabama hasn’t been an issue.
“I stayed with a supercharger rather than a turbo for a couple of reasons. I have always enjoyed the sound of the supercharger and the exhaust with the more aggressive cam profile than a turbo combo. I enjoy the car being so aggressive sounding and that also fits the look of the car,” Jean explains.
Powering Jean’s Fox-body is a Vortech supercharged Ford Racing A4 302-based 8.2-inch deck bored and stroked to a 349ci with a compression ratio of 11:1. It also features Trick Flow Specialties heads (ported for Mike Post’s NMRA Renegade car) with Twisted Wedge 220cc intake runners, and a Holley Systemax ported upper and lower manifold that was previously installed on Alton Clements’ championship Renegade car. Eagle crank and H-rods and Diamond pistons help make up the rotating assembly with the help of a custom grind hydraulic-roller Comp cam. Holley 120 lb/hr fuel injectors help feed the fuel thirst.
Adding to the orchestra are 1 7/8-inch powder coated Hooker headers that flow down to a modified 3-inch X-pipe and Spintech Super Pro Street 9000 series mufflers.
Huges Performance from Phoenix, Arizona, built the Extreme Duty 4L80E with a fully manual valvebody and transbrake. It also features a PST steel driveshaft complete with a Stifflers safety loop, and a Derale cooler with a fan keeps everything at temp. The 4,000-stall helps launch the car along with a Custom PTC Billet lockable converter. “With the 4L80E I can enjoy even highway speeds because of the overdrive. With the ability to lock my converter, at 70mph in overdrive with the converter locked I’m only at 1,200 rpm’s,” Jean says. Shifting power is provided by a Kilduff Machine shifter with polished sticks, a powder coated knobs, and transbrake switch.
Ignition components consist of an MSD 7531 Digital 7 ignition box and billet low profile distributor with crank trigger, Ford Racing wires, HVC II race coil, and NGK plugs. The 200-amp one-wire alternator was previously used in Brian Mitchell’s championship NMRA Renegade car.
The suspension is backed Strange 10-way shocks in the front and rear, front 14-150 with coilovers, and rear QA1 10-350 springs. The Ford 8.8 rearend is stuffed with Ford Performance 3.73 gears and Moser 31-spline axles. Wolfe Racecraft adjustable rear upper and extensively modified lower control arms, with a Wolfe anti-roll bar and UPR k-member, and Wolfe travel limiters. The car also has Wolfe through the floor subframes, mini tubs, solid spherical bushings, and Wolfe adjustable spring perches welded in place to fine tune the ride height.
The H.O. Fibertrends 3-inch fiberglass cowl hood is held by MRT bolt-in hood struts. Scott Rod fab inner fender and frontend panels and strut tower panels are specially made in aluminum and smoked one-piece headlights grace the front.
Weld Magnum 15×3.5 wrapped with Mickey Thompson 26x6R15 Sportsman radial rubber grace the front, and 15×9.25-inch wheels sporting Mickey Thompson 275/60-15 ET Street Street Radial Pro’s on the rear used on both the street and track. Stopping power is provided by front Aerospace Components street brakes and rear Strange Race vented disc brakes.
The cabin features all the factory interior enjoyments except for air conditioning and power steering, but a Flaming River manual rack makes steering a breeze. It still has the factory LX seats, but the back seats have been narrowed to clear the Wolfe mini tubs while still retaining the rear folding function. For safety, an 8.50 certified Wolfe 10-point Chromoly cage is tig welded inside. Jean modified the center console to fit around the Kildruff Machine shifter while still featuring two cup holders. Because street car.
The interior features stock LX cloth seats but the back seats have been narrowed to clear the Wolfe mini tubs but still fold functionally. For safety, an 8.50 certified Wolfe 10-point Chromoly cage is tig welded inside. Other safety equipment includes a Simpson 5-point harness with quick release and Stroud window net. The interior also features a Scott Rod Fabrication center console that Jean modified to fit around the Kildruff Machine shifter. He also installed custom-made billet LED laser etched buttons for the engine fan, transmission fan, water pump, converter lockup, line lock and transbrake that were made in Australia. Let’s not forget the two cup holders in the center console, well, because street car. A Wolfe parachute mount with a Simpson parachute really help to halt things with a quickness.
“The main intention of this car is to remain a streetable 8-second car. The car has good street manners considering how extensive the modifications are,” Jean tells us. “Not many cars at this level anywhere can you reach in and turn the key to start it and it stays running. Chris Terry of CTR Race Cars has done an amazing job keeping the street manners in check without any surging or bucking.
A big thanks goes to Jean’s wife Emile, and his twins Hailey and Hunter, Chris Terry for all the tuning and suspension details, Heath Terry of Southside Resto and Rods for paint and body details, Pet Herron of Pro-Tech for chassis work, Scott Rod Fab, Jason Meador of Fastang Custom Fab, Dale Meers of Dale Meers Racing Engines, UPR, and Wolfe Racecraft. Another Thanks goes out to Alton Clements and Brian Mitchell.
The new setup has yet to be tested. “We are expecting four-digit power numbers and running at our 8.50 certification won’t be a problem.”
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JP Enterprises talks shop! (shot 2018)
JP ENTERPRISES is known for their Quality AR parts. JP discusses their new 224 valkyrie rifle barrels, Variable mass buffered bolt carriers, as well as their new drop in triggers! A few of their most popular parts are listed below!
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JP Low Mass Buffer for AR-15
3 Gun and Competition shooters looking to reduce the felt recoil look no further than the JP Low Mass Buffer
Recommended for use with JP Low Mass Carriers or any other conventional mil-spec carrier where reduced mass is desired.
Requires full-length extension tube.
Not for use with AR-10-type rifles.
Finish: Red Anodized
Weight: 3oz
Made in the USA
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Gen 2 Silent Captured Spring (patented) for AR-15-type rifles – Heavy
Running a suppressor and \want the quietest Ar-15 you can get? Look no further than JP’s Silent captured buffer spring.
Heavy version with Tungsten Weights
H2 Buffer Version
Includes spacer to allow for installation in both carbine- and rifle-length buffer tubes.
Recommended Use:
Short-barreled rifles (SBRs)
Suppressed weapons
Rifles recommended to use an H2 buffer
Select-fire rifles
Piston-operated rifles
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JP EZ Trigger Fire Control Package
This complete kit for .154 small pin receivers consists of a JP trigger with engagement and overtravel screws and disconnector spring installed as an assembly, disconnector, instructional video, and our standard array of springs: yellow reduced power trigger spring both yellow and red reduced power hammer springs.
Spring Selection Guide:
Competition
The yellow/yellow combination may be used for competition and various recreational applications with hand loads or domestic-manufactured, non-military ammunition. It will result in a release weight in the 3.0-3.5 lb. range on most receivers.
Enhanced Reliability Competition/Recreation
The yellow trigger spring combined with the red hammer spring will yield a release weight of 3.5-4.0 lbs. on most receivers and offers increased reliability for (5.56 NATO) or foreign-manufactured ammo with low sensitivity primers. The yellow-red springs must be used for any large-frame AR installation to ensure 100% ignition reliability. This is also the minimum acceptable combination for tactical duty (LE) installations and should be used only with domestic-manufactured ammo in this application.
Duty/Defense
The tactical spring set includes a full powers (grey) hammer spring (purchased separately) and yellow trigger spring. It may be required for agencies that mandate a trigger release weight of over 4 lbs. This set up also insures 100% ignition reliability on both AR-15 and AR-10 type rifles.
CMP
To meet NRA Service Rifle Competition rules of a 4.5 lb. release weight, the CMP spring set (purchased separately) includes the full-power hammer spring and a custom trigger return spring, which will allow you to tune to a release weight just over 4.5 pounds to lift the NRA weights.
JP Speed Hammer
.154 Small pin version
JP Oversize Anti-Walk Pins, .156 small pins (set of 2) and includes four (4) button head screws for a clean appearance, easy service and removal. Finish is black oxide.
Be aware that the JP Anti-Walk Pins are oversized and may require the pin holes in the trigger and hammer to be reamed with a carbide reamer. No modification to the lower receiver is necessary.
JP adjustable safety, reversible, including extra low profile ambi lever for AR-15 receiver. Can be used to eliminate the safety fitting process for the JPFC kits and provide perfect safety fit for many other aftermarket trigger systems.
Notice: Replacing any original JP fire control components with non-JP aftermarket components may render the JP adjustable safety nonfunctional by allowing the rifle to fire on safe. For example, some two-stage triggers will not interface with the JP adjustable safety, which will not fully block the trigger in the safe position and allow the trigger to function even with the safety engaged. If you install a non-JP trigger system in the JP adjustable safety, it is imperative to verify its function.
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2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual
The Toyota 86 is a series of 2+2 seater sports cars jointly developed by Toyota and Subaru and solely manufactured by Subaru. Toyota also referenced to its first sports car, the Sports 800, given that both this car and the 86 share a boxer engine layout, as widely used by project partner and 86 manufacturer, Subaru.
Long hood. Short rear deck. The classic sports car profile. 86 brings this design to the modern era with each surface sculpted to help give this ride a wind-cheating drag coefficient of just .29 Cd. And best of all, this aggressive style helps optimize overall performance, too. The large chin spoiler and integrated canards help keep the front end planted firmly to the ground for sharpened turn-in and response. The restyled rear diffuser improves airflow and reduces turbulent air exiting from under the car, adding function to its street-ready attitude.
Brighter light. More efficiency. Striking design. A full complement of LED lighting accentuates the cutting-edge style of 86. Up front, LED lighting is used for the high- and low-beam headlights, integrated Daytime Running Lights (DRL) and turn signals, helping to ensure this sports car won’t be ignored. In the rear, LED lighting is used for the taillights, brake lights and rear turn signals, further taking 86 to a new level of cool. Now “show ‘em your taillights” can take on a whole new meaning.
Available fog lights seamlessly integrate into the refreshed front bumper of 86. Designed exclusively for 86, these fog lights fit inside the aerodynamic canards, ensuring a perfect fit. Not only do these help provide more light when the weather gets foul, they take the sporty look of 86 to a whole new level.
New vortex generators on the fenders help control turbulent airflow, enhancing the stability of 86. These also work to keep the front end planted firmly to the ground, so you can stay connected to the road.
When you got it, flaunt it. 86 shows off its performance cred with a chrome-tipped dual exhaust. Constructed from high-grade, corrosion-resistant stainless steel, this cat-back exhaust system features mandrel bends for smoother airflow, helping optimize the performance of 86.
86 features an ergonomic, leather-wrapped steering wheel that feels great in your hands and, thanks to the smaller diameter and quick-ratio steering, feels amazing in the corners. And that’s not all—with new integrated audio controls, you get easier access to your music, helping you can stay in control of it all.
Deeply bolstered front seats bring comfort to those long drives, and they hold you in place when the roads get twisty. Granlux trim on the upper side bolsters provide extra grip and an added sense of luxury. And silver-like accent stitching further enhances the premium feel of 86.
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Exterior
Special Edition rear wing in matte black with aero end plates in metallic black : Standard
Special Edition 17-in. twisted spoke magnetic-gray satin finish alloy wheels : Standard
LED projector low- and high-beam headlights and turn signals with embossed “86” lens : Standard
LED Daytime Running Lights (DRL) : Standard
Special Edition LED fog lights : Standard
Rear combination lights with all-LED lighting (brake and turn signal indicators) : Standard
Color-keyed power outside mirrors : Standard
Special Edition black heated power outside mirrors : Standard
Variable intermittent windshield wipers : Standard
“86” front fender badge : Standard
Rear bumper with Special Edition “86” black applique : Standard
Rear window defogger : Standard
Dual chrome-tipped exhaust : Standard
Special Edition black body stripes : Standard
Aerodynamic lower diffuser on rear bumper : Standard
Special Edition aerodynamic underbody panel : Standard
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Interior
Special Edition dual zone air conditioning with individual temperature settings for the driver and front passenger : Standard
Backup camera30 : Standard
Power windows with driver and front passenger auto up/down and jam protection : Standard
Power door locks : Standard
Special Edition Smart Key System25 on driver and passenger doors with Push Button Start, remote keyless entry system with lock, two-stage unlock, panic and trunk release : Standard
Engine immobilizer34 : Standard
Special Edition 4.2-in. TFT Multi-Information Display (MID) with vehicle data screens including G-force friction circle with digital readout, rpm and hp/torque curves, stopwatch, engine coolant/oil temperatures, voltmeter, fuel consumption and other vehicle data …More : Standard
Digital clock : Standard
Digital speedometer : Standard
Dual analog and digital speedometer : Standard
Analog tachometer with programmable Rev Indicator : Standard
Tripmeter : Standard
Special Edition leather-trimmed tilt/telescopic steering wheel with orange thread stitching, “86” center cap logo, audio and MID controls : Standard
Special Edition parking brake and leather cover with orange stitching : Standard
Cruise control : Standard
Sport front bucket seats with Black shoulder pads : Standard
Special Edition leather and heated front sport seats with contrast orange stitching : Standard
Height-adjustable driver’s seat : Standard
Center console “860 Special Edition” placard : Standard
Knee support cushions for spirited driving : Standard
Special Edition Granlux suede-like trim covering the top of the instrument cluster hood, orange contrast stitching throughout interior and embroidered “86” logo on passenger-side instrument panel fascia : Standard
Special Edition leather gearshift boot with orange stitching : Standard
One-piece folding rear seatback : Standard
Dual sun visors with vanity mirrors : Standard
Four-piece carpeted floor mats14 : Standard
86 Display Audio — 7-in. touch-screen display, AM/FM player, Aha Radio™17 app with over 100,000 stations, eight speakers, auxiliary audio jack, USB 2.0 port13 with iPod®12 connectivity and control, voice recognition with voice training,27 hands-free phone capability, phone book access and music streaming20 via Bluetooth®35 wireless technology, HD Radio™21 Technology, Gracenote® album cover art, integrated backup camera30 display, and steering wheel audio controls …More : Standard
Roof-mounted color-keyed shark-fin AM/FM antenna : Standard
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Safety/Convenience
Star Safety System™ — includes Vehicle Stability Control (VSC),24 Traction Control (TRAC), Anti-lock Brake System (ABS), Electronic Brake-force Distribution (EBD), Brake Assist (BA),23 and Smart Stop Technology® (SST).18 : Standard
Vehicle Stability Control (VSC)24 with Track Mode : Standard
Hill Start Assist Control (HAC)33 : Standard
Six airbags32 – includes driver and front passenger Advanced Airbag System, driver and front passenger outboard seat-mounted side airbags, and front and rear side curtain airbags : Standard
Three-point seatbelts for all seating positions; driver-side Emergency Locking Retractor (ELR) and Automatic/Emergency Locking Retractor (ALR/ELR) on all passenger belts : Standard
LATCH (Lower Anchors and Tethers for CHildren) includes lower anchors on outboard rear seats and tether anchors on all rear seats : Standard
Tire Pressure Monitor System (TPMS)19 : Standard
ToyotaCare11 featuring a no cost maintenance plan with roadside assistance31 : Standard
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Mechanical/Performance
Engine
2.0-Liter 4-Cylinder Horizontally Opposed Engine with DOHC 16-Valve Cylinder Heads and Dual Variable Valve Timing; 205 hp @ 7000 rpm (SAE Net); 156 lb.-ft. of torque @ 6400-6600 rpm : Standard
Direct Ignition System : Standard
Bore x Stroke, mm. (in.) : 86.0 x 86.0 (3.39 x 3.39)
Compression ratio : 12.5 : 1
Fuel Octane Rating29 : Premium unleaded fuel recommended
Engine oil type, grade and weight : Toyota Genuine Motor Oil, SAE 0W-20, ILSAC GF-5 engine oil
Engine oil capacity : 5.7 US qt.
Transmission
6-speed close-ratio manual transmission : Standard
Short-throw 6-speed close-ratio manual transmission with triple-cone syncromesh on 1st/2nd/3rd gears, ball-bearing mounted shift linkage, and Reverse gear lockout protection : Standard
Fuel Injection System
Toyota D-4S Dual Injection System (Direct and Sequential Port Injection) : Standard
Drivetrain
Front-mid engine, Rear-Wheel Drive : Standard
Torsen®16 limited-slip differential : Standard
Body Construction
Reinforced unibody construction with lightweight, low center of gravity design : Standard
Coefficient of drag (Cd) : 0.27
Suspension
Sport-tuned independent MacPherson® strut front suspension with strut tower bars and reinforced mounting brackets : Standard
Sport-tuned independent double wishbone rear suspension with reinforcement bracing : Standard
Solid front and rear stabilizer bars : Standard
Stabilizer bar diameter, front / rear (mm) : 18.0 / 15.0
Steering
Sport-calibrated Electric Power Steering (EPS); power-assisted rack-and-pinion : Standard
Steering wheel turns (lock-to-lock) : 2.48
Turning diameter (ft.) – curb to curb : 36.1
Brakes
Power-assisted ventilated 11.58-in. front disc brakes; ventilated 11.42-in. rear disc brakes : Standard
Front rotor size, diameter x thickness, mm (in.) : 294.0 x 24.0 (11.58 x 0.95)
Rear rotor size, diameter x thickness, mm (in.) : 290.0 x 18.0 (11.42 x 0.71)
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Dimensions
Exterior dimensions (in.)
Length (in.) : 166.7
Width (in.) : 69.9
Height (in.) : 50.6
Ground clearance (in.) : 4.9
Wheelbase (in.) : 101.2
Tread (front/rear) (in.) : 59.8 / 60.6
Wheel diameter x width (in.), bolt pattern (mm), inset/offset (mm) : 17-in. x 7.0-in. alloys, 5 x 100 mm bolt pattern, +48 mm inset
Interior dimensions (in.)
Head room — front/rear (in.) : 37.1 / 35.0
Shoulder room — front/rear (in.) : 54.5 / 51.7
Leg room — front/rear mm (in.) : 41.9 / 29.9
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Weights/Capacities
Power to weight ratio (curb weight lb./hp) : 13.5
Curb weight (lb.) : 2774
Gross Vehicle Weight Rating (GVWR) (lb.) : 3682
Seating capacity : 4
Passenger volume (cu.ft.) : 76.5
Cargo volume (rear seats up) (cu.ft.)15 : 6.9
Fuel capacity (gal.) : 13.2
Transmission fluid type, weight (capacity) : Toyota Genuine Gear Oil, SAE 75W-90, API GL-3 (2.3 US qt.)
Differential fluid type, weight (capacity) : Toyota Genuine Differential Gear Oil LX, SAE 75W-85, API GL-5 (1.22 US qt.)
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Tires
Type
215/45R17 87W : Standard
Spare
Temporary : Standard
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual MPG/Other/Price
Mileage estimates (mpg city/highway/combined)3 : 21/28/24
Price
starting msrp1 : $29,155
2017 Toyota 860 Special Edition 2-Door 6-Speed Manual Options
All-season tires26 : Optional
86 Display Audio with Navigation22 – 7-in. touch-screen display, Integrated Navigation,22 Aha Radio™17 app with over 100,000 stations, AM/FM player, eight speakers, auxiliary audio jack, USB 2.0 port13 with iPod®12 connectivity and control, voice recognition,27 hands-free phone capability, phone book access and music streaming20 via Bluetooth®35 wireless technology, HD Radio™21 Technology, Gracenote® album cover art, integrated backup camera30 display, and steering wheel audio controls …More : Optional
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