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typewritingyip · 4 months ago

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The Arcturus Missions

Part Twenty Four - Closer to Home

Part Twenty Three

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There are projected to be at least seventeen planets or planetoids that have oceans or internal oceans, most of which are covered in ice. There are fifty four that are orbiting their star close enough that could facilitate liquid water instead of frozen.

Earth’s surface is around seventy-one percent water, where oceans hold around ninety-six and a half percent of all the planet's water. The water also exists in water vapor, through rivers and lakes, as well as in frozen form such as that of glaciers and icebergs. Further, water exists in the ground both in soil moisture and aquifers.

Lastly, humans are made up of roughly sixty percent water along with other materials.

It is possible that years before, Cybertron had non-acidic water both on the surface of the planet and the undersurface, though now most if not all water that exists on the planet is acidic.

All the rainfall and snowfall on Cybertron is acidic and harmful to cybertronian life. It has been lost to time whether the water on the planet has always been this acidic or not.

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Shuttle trips usually happened early in the morning, before night turns to day, so that everyone can get some rest on the trip before any potential fight. More than half the mecha aboard were asleep, but Sunstreaker and Bluestreak were still talking over a private comm.

Bluestreak was hiding his smile, eyes closed but still viewing the visual feed that Sunstreaker was sending him, head leaned back against the headrest of the seat, “I don’t mean offense, but life on your planet sounds so hectic.” Sunstreaker smiled, shrugged a bit while finishing off his food, “I think that’s just because our lives are so short comparatively.” He sighed a bit, brushed a hand through his curls.

Bluestreak onlined his optics briefly to look at Sunny’s, well, mech before offlining them again, “Don’t talk about that, please.” His voice almost wavered and Sunstreaker held his hands up, nodding a bit, “RIght, right. No talks about my impending doom.” He chuckled lightly but shook his head.

“Blue, you know what organic life is like. You’ve seen more of it than I ever could, it’s not a topic we can simply avoid.” Sunny sat back on his cot, rubbing at his jaw a bit, and Bluestreak sighed deeply, “Please, just any other topic.” Nodding, Sunny looked down for a moment.

Nodding again, Sunny looked back to the camera, “Why on Earth, sorry, uh, just why does everyone seem to be in on some inside joke about us?” Blue sat silently for a moment, a long moment, one which started to concern Sunny if he was being perfectly honest, “Blue?” Bluestreak cleared his throat a bit, “Sunny, I think we're landing, uh, you might want to get hooked back up.” “Ah.” Nodding some, Sunstreaker goes over and turns off the camera, “Talk to you in a minute then.” Before disconnections from the comm.

Blue sat there in silence, optics still offline even as his face burned with embarrassment.

It took a moment for Sunstreaker to get around his suit, frowning down at it, “This is what’s going to kill me Blue, and there is nothing you can do about it.” So he started to pull on his assistance suit, wincing as it pinched and pulled.

The suits themselves weren’t terribly light, light enough to walk around in, even outside the mech but heavier than normal clothes. It was more similar to wearing kevlar head to toe, plus a riot helmet. The bottom half was always the easiest part to go on, it didn’t have any connection. Everything after that was another story.

With the chest section next, it was hard to maneuver into, a solid piece that was designed to protect the vital organs and spine. Sunstreaker winced as the magnets activated against his shoulders, pulling lightly as the suit found the connectors under his skin. Those were his least favorite, the ones he couldn’t see, couldn’t scratch, and would never be removed.

Next was the arms, which only became a different component in later iterations of drift tech, like what he and his brother had. Hound and Breakdown’s top sections were chests with light sleeves, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had armored sleeves. He got the left side on first, not wincing as the magnets found the connections in his shoulder and upper arm. Wincing when the physical connectors shocked him.

”Damnit.” It was rare when there would be a shock or a misconception like that.

Unclipping the arm, he adjusted the position and connected it again, not wincing this time before doing the same with the right arm.

Last was the helmet, which had a connection to the upper part of his chest, reinforcing the spinal connection throughout.

This was both the easiest and hardest part. Easiest for it was what truly connected you to your mech, made it to where you’d forget you were piloting a several ton machine around instead of being the machine. Hardest for it had the most connections, the external implants, the things that ooze and bleed when fighting overuse and the most painful connection point.

He slipped the helmet on and headed over towards his chair as the magnets found the connectors, sealing to the implants with a sickening squelching sound from the discharge. A shock ran through Sunny’s system as he got into the chair, grabbing several wires and cords to connect to his shoulders along with the base of his helmet.

Not every suit required the hard wire in, some people were able to have just their connections to the assistance suit and the piloting chair, but some people needed that little bit extra help. Usually the people that didn’t last long as pilots. Sighing, he brought up his visual feed and reactivated his audial processing.

Most mecha were still asleep, though it was clear that they were descending now. Bluestreak sat forward, holding his rifle and staring at the ground, probably waiting for Sunstreaker to be back in his seat. Smiling a bit, Sunny shifted and looked to Blue, “Do you know what planet this is?” Blue glanced over and smiled a bit, barely.

”Unfortunately, I think the only mech that knows that is Ironhide and Skyfire. It’s gotta be some place significant though.” Shaking his head slightly, Sunstreaker sits back, “Why?” Bluestreak smiled now and rolled his eyes, “Cause Skyfire is a pacifist. Less Starscream kicked him out of his own hab, again, he’s probably here to collect samples.” Sunny nodded and sighed.

Over the loudspeakers came a voice with a thicker accent than Sunny was used to among Cybertronian’s, “Alright mechs, this is your commander speaking. We are going to land on, whatever the pit this planet is called, in a few klicks. Enemy is already visible on the horizon so we’re probably going to come out of this guns blazing. We’ll set up camp later. Be ready.” When the audio cut people started to move.

Sunstreaker stayed seated, only adjusting the position of the blades on his bracers with a slight sigh, glancing out the corner of his eye at Bluestreak as he was adjusting the scope on his rifle. Holding the absurdly large gun with such ease that it brought a slight smile to Sunny’s face.

The landing was touch, they hit the surface and bounced twice, the mechs around them swearing loudly, “You know just cause he’s a shuttle doesn’t mean he knows how to fly a freight shuttle!” Someone across from Blue and Sunny shouted at the front. It got only a few chuckles as the shuttle finally settled on the surface.

Ironhide came out of the cockpit, waving his hand, “Oh shut up, everyone listen up. The surface of this planet is not great, it’s granular so I’d recommend adjusting your seams if you can. If you’ve ever been to New Kaon, it’s like that but well, you’ll see.” Many mecha groaned and started to adjust. Sunstreaker ran a diagnostic to check his seams before looking up at Ironhide, “Civi, you’re with me.” Sunstreaker stared at Ironhide and muted his mic, “Fuck.” before standing.

Although he stood taller than Ironhide, the mech was still intimidating. They moved over to the large door and Ironhide looked to Sunstreaker, “Go ahead and open the door Civi, you get to be the bearer of bad news.”Nodding, Sunny moved to hit the big red button, “Yes sir.” It was going to be at the very least, a long day.

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Sideswipe, Breakdown, and Jazz were the last ones left in Iacon. Prowl was away doing only god knows what for the Prime, and they were all getting rest before they’d have to ship out.

To put it nicely, Sideswipe was pouting, his arm in a sling to ensure that his shoulder would heal properly and not further injure itself. With Sunstreaker gone now, he was left with the two people who wouldn’t help him weasel his way back out of the apartment. Breakdown, who was still on bed rest so was of no help, and Jazz who was worrying like a mother hen.

When Jazz had gone through overuse, he hadn’t had a way to try and alleviate it. So he was reinforcing the need to not be in the suit, mostly trying to keep Sideswipe occupied now. Sideswipe was staring at the ceiling while Jazz was telling him the story of one of the many battles he’d been in when first arriving here.

It was unbearable, at least for Sideswipe.

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The big door slowly lowered to the sand, revealing an oddly familiar sight to Sunstreaker, who was staring open mouthed at it. Ironhide sighs, resting his hands on his hips, “Well, tell them the bad news Civi.” Nodding a bit, Sunstreaker looks back at the mecha who were still getting up, “Uh, right. So, it appears we're on a planet with a lot of water.” Every bot groaned loudly and several swore again.

“Oh my primus, that is a lot of water.” Bluestreak was staring out the now open door, frowning at the expansive horizon, glancing at Sunstreaker, “Have you ever been to a place like this before?” Nodding again, Sunstreaker smiles sadly, “Yeah, something like that.” He sighed slowly and started down the ramp.

Ironhide was still standing at the top of it, “Civi, where do you think you’re going?” Glancing back, Sunstreaker gestured at the water, “To the ocean, sir. If you don’t mind?” But he didn’t stop moving even while Ironhide started to follow, “Actually, I do mind kid. Now stop fragging around.” Sunstreaker reached down and ran his hand through the water, collecting some for a sample. Ironhide swore and grabbed his shoulder, “Kid, stop that! I’m serious.”

Looking over his shoulder, for a moment Sunny really wanted to hit Ironhide in the face with the water before the diagnostic report popped up and he sighed. Standing and shaking off his hand, “It’s salt water. Only thing it’s good for is surfing and swimming.” Ironhide stared at him, “What?” With a shrug, he flicks what little water was left on his hand at him.

The look Ironhide gave was enough to make Sunstreaker take a half step back and Bluestreak to come over, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Right, so, water planet. Not great, so why are we here?” Diverting the topic would only get them so far.

With a deep sigh, Ironhide looks out across the water, “We don’t know why the Quintessons are here, what they want, or why they are staying above the water. For now, we’re supposed to watch and protect the shore line if we can.” Sunstreaker stared at the horizon, at where a scout ship was just hovering above the water.

It looked straight out of the pictures, just like the graining news feed, the moment that his planet had been invaded.

He couldn’t just stand there and let it happen to another planet, “When are we going out there to kill them?” His voice was gruff, hands flexing with anger, “We’re not, Civi. It’s too dangerous plus the water is corrosive.” Ironhide was staring out that way too, frowning, “But I don’t know why they aren’t attacking us yet.” Sunstreaker glances at him, shaking his head and moving to help the others with unloading the shuttle.

Though it was obvious to him, it wouldn’t be to any of these people, none of them had grown up watching the broadcast in schools. None of them had grown up watching the pilot program grow and heroes arise from nothing. Not a single one of the mecha around him knew this is what it looked like when the Quintessons were planning an invasion of a planet.

Sunstreaker had studied it, every pilot did, trying to find the tells of these alien invaders. He’d studied it before his parents died, for a research project on modern history, he’d built a damned diagram of these things for a grade.

Setting down the crate, he was breathing heavily, his blood boiling. They were standing around doing nothing for a planet that looked so much like his own. Standing on the coastline for a moment he could remember the feeling of sun and a breeze on his skin, surfboard in hand while Sideswipe flirted with some of the girls on the beach. Board shorts instead of assistance suits, open air instead of his cockpit confinement.

The entire shuttle was nearly unpacked when he started to come out of his angered stupor, having just been moving crates from the ship to the sand, on autopilot and stewing darkly.

Earth or this planet, he wasn’t going to let it happen again, he adjusted the oxygen levels in his suit and adjusted the seams before starting towards the water.

It was as soon as the water hit his feet that he adjusted his stance, his cadence to wade out into the ocean as he’d done hundreds of times before. He could hardly hear the murmuring of mecha behind him, eyes focused on the ship in the distance, this was not a mistake he’d let his species make again.

“What are you doing Sunstreaker?” Ironhide was standing at the shoreline shouting as Sunstreaker was around waist deep in the water now, moving deeper and activating a certain setting. Sunny turned on his comm, glow of the visor shifting, “I was designed to fight in these specific conditions Commander, sir. I’m originally from a place called Florida back home, I was designed to be not only in the ocean but to fight in it.” He glanced back at the shoreline, where everyone was watching him like he was insane.

Good, he’d rather be considered crazy than not be considered at all.

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The waves were washing up over Sunny’s shoulders and his cockpit had cooled down significantly the further out he got, running scans to show all the nearby organic life. Ironhide was still shouting in his ear, but he was focused.

It was too much like home, it was too much like the past he hadn’t been around to stop. If he could stop it from happening here, then it would give him some sense of peace in this crazy life. The ship wasn’t far now and that was made very clear when a laser light hit his shoulder, “Oh shit.” The ocean around him exploded as he dived under the water.

Too much like Earth, so much like the news footage they watched in school, it was bringing back the strongest memories that were trying to drag Sunstreaker to the ocean floor.

Most explosions were around him and he was just barely avoiding them, kicking at the water to get closer to the ship, to hopefully mess with its tracking. His comm was muffled from the water, the voices on the shore garbled and unclear. Though it was clear at least one voice was in fact screaming.

Sunstreaker’s helm broke the surface, cockpit still submerged but dry, though he still took deep gasping breaths as if he’d actually been underwater. It took Sunny a second to reorient himself, finding the ship significantly closer than before and it was easy to smile, “Not much further, come on Sunny.” His voice was quiet, comm still garbled as water was pooling.

A single scout fell from the opening hatch of the ship, it probably was one of maybe two on board, and it hit the water a few yards from Sunstreaker who stared for a single moment before starting to kick his way over, nearly growling.

One of the blades on his arm connected with the things beak, slashing through part of its face and spraying green gore across Sunny’s yellow plating, turning it a sickly brown but it didn’t matter. It dove at Sunstreaker and they both went under the waves.

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Bluestreak had his scope trained on the horizon while Ironhide paced at the shore line, everyone else had been ordered back and kept at a distance, “He’s reckless.” Ironhide glanced at Bluestreak, who was watching through his scope, “As you’ve said, he’s a civilian. This is probably what he did back home.” Blue winced when he saw a large splash and a yellow ped appear over the waves.

Sighing deeply, Ironhide turned back to the fight in the distance, frown deepening, “What’s a Florida?” Bluestreak laughed, lowering his gun to look at Ironhide, “That’s been eating you alive, hasn’t it sir?” Ironhide harrumphed.

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Tentacles were wrapping around Sunstreaker as he fought the Quintesson, one arm pinned to his side but the other still slashing at the damned thing. It was bleeding everywhere like a person stabbed and turning the water green from its stunning clear blue.

Sunstreaker was struggling a bit, his cameras were starting to blur from the water and blood mixing together, his foot coming up to try and catch the side of the alien. Getting one tentacle caught in the crease of his knee, he pulled till the appendage came off. The Quintesson scout screamed.

It was trying to drag him deeper into the water, keeping one arm pinned even as Sunny was tearing it apart, blades cutting into its skin, leaking blood like it didn’t need it. It was almost funny when it wrapped a tentacle around the neck of his mech.

His blade and arm went into the alien with a screeching of metal, and all Sunny could do was grab whatever was there then pull.

It exploded, not literally but just about, its internals splattered across Sunstreaker and the ship above them as the thing screamed and thrashed. Grabbing hold of it the best that he could, Sunstreaker hauled himself up and out of the water, looking up at the ship before turning to look at shore.

Though Sunny couldn’t see him, he knew Blue was watching out for him so he gestures to the ship above before shifting his stance the best he could to jump. A series of gunshots hit the hull of the ship which lowered towards the sea out of defence, just enough for Sunstreaker to jump and grab the edge of the opening, pulling himself in. Disappearing from sight.

“Who’d have thought the inside would be as ugly as the outside.” Sunny mumbled, moving through the space carefully, arms up and ready for an attack. The ship wouldn’t have moved if the Quint dead in the water was the only one.

The cockpit didn’t really have a visual of the outside, but it did have a Quintesson to kill. So, Sunny dragged one of his blades along the wall, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard before he grinned as the thing turned, “Hello ugly, do you regret coming here yet?” And he dove on the thing.

It died quickly, cleaved in half, splatting the space in green and its tentacles curled tight. Sunstreaker was caked in gore, it stuck in his seams and stuck to his plating. Then the ship listed and Sunny slammed into the wall, grunting as he hit it and it jarred him in his chair. That moment brought him back to reality, back to clarity and he stared down at his gore covered hands.

Or well, his suit's gore covered hands. He wasn’t on Earth, they had been sent to observe and he had completely violated that order and handled the threat single handedly, mostly, “Shit.” He wasn’t even sure when he went from thinking clearly to thinking like, like…

It wasn’t even worth mentioning, “Shit.” And the ship hit the water.

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A/N

So, I’m sick. I wanted to post this chapter hours ago but I just finished it. It really isn’t beta read, I might come back through and fix it when I feel better, but I really wanted to post my Sunny chapter.

But yeah, I am sick. I thought I might be better but I simply am not. I found out the hard way people with pots can’t take Sudafed without feeling like dying and having a resting heart rate of like.. 100. It was miserable today.

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loganwritesprobably · 4 months ago

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Birthday

Tags/Warnings: Ace/GN!Reader, pre-relationship, reader's birthday, spade pirate!reader Word count: 649 Happy birthday @possiblyelven

There was one day a year that you were allowed to sleep in late, and that was your birthday. Usually you’d need to wake up early to do chores, being a pirate may be all about freedom but it certainly didn’t feel like it when you dragged yourself out of bed at 7am to mop the deck after sailing through heavy rainfall during the night. Not on your birthday though, that was true for all crew members, no spade was to wake up early on their special day. Captain had mainly decided that for his own sake when being pulled out of bed on his own birthday, but you were all happy to take advantage of that. You weren’t expecting all that much, really. For most birthdays, you’d all get together at the end of the night and make sure you shared a huge meal, as a special treat, usually the favourite of the birthday person. Otherwise, a normal day.

So, when you finally pulled yourself out of bed, roughly two hours after you usually would, you felt pretty pleased with your lot for the day. You bathed, making the most of your late rising to have the bathroom to yourself for as long as you wanted, then finally made your way to the main deck to join the rest of the crew, and start on whatever you needed to do. Your hair was still slightly damp as you stepped foot on the deck, and when you looked up from your nails that you’d been inspecting, you found the crew all staring at you, grinning, a cake on a small table.

“Happy birthday!” They called in unison, startling you. You rested a hand over your heart as you laughed, making your way to join them, wrapping each of them in a hug in thanks.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said, turning to look down at the cake, which was messily iced and piped, but it looked good regardless, and it was clear that it’d been done with love.

“It was Captain’s idea.” Deuce said with a small smirk, nudging Ace gently with his elbow. Ace rolled his eyes, a light flush on his cheeks, but nodded.

“Just thought we should say thanks for everything, and congratulations for surviving another year, or whatever.” He said, waving vaguely as if to separate himself from the sentiment of the action.

“Thank you, Captain.” You said, approaching him with a smile. You gently grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to you to press a kiss to his cheek, before turning back to the others as if you’d done nothing at all.

“Cake for breakfast?” You suggested, answered by a knife already cutting into the sponge and the laughter and cheering of the others, all eager to get a taste of the cake that had been prepared for you. It was your favourite flavour too, someone let you know, which only made you smile wider.

The others slowly trickled away, heading back to what they’d been doing or starting new tasks, leaving you alone with Ace as you continued eating the large slice you’d cut for yourself.

“I uh.. I made the cake.” Ace said, stepping up to stand beside you, though he didn’t look at you as he spoke.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wanted to do something nice for you.” You nodded at his words, smiling down at the slice on your plate, considering what your next words would be.

“You know, someone might say you were giving me special treatment.” You gently teased, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

“Me? Never.” He replied, finally looking down at you with a matching expression on his face, which made both of you laugh. Still, it would ultimately be a normal day once the cake was finished, but you’d carry the feeling it gave you in your heart for years to come.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 6 months ago

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Writing Reference: Weather

Bombogenesis and bomb cyclone - A bombogenesis is “the process that occurs during a 24-hour period when the atmospheric pressure of an extratropical cyclone drops with enough intensity to produce explosive cyclogenesis.” The central barometric pressure drops quickly, producing hurricane-force winds and heavy snow or rainfall—like 77 inches worth of snow in one day. Nor’easters often undergo bombogenesis as cold winds from the north mix with warmer ocean water from the south, creating a big temperature range. These “weather bombs” or bomb cyclones can become blizzards when the conditions are just right. These bombs happen mostly in the fall and winter, but they aren’t unheard of during other times of the year.

Crepuscular ray - A twilight ray of sunlight shining through breaks in high clouds and illuminating dust particles in the air.

Derecho - A widespread and severe windstorm that moves rapidly along a fairly straight path, and it is associated with bands of rapidly moving thunderstorms. In some instances, the media will refer to derechos as "inland hurricanes".

Frazil - “Ice crystals formed in turbulent water, as in swift streams or rough seas.” However, frazil can also form in lakes and oceans; it is the start of sea ice. Frazil usually forms on very clear nights with very low temperatures.

Gloriole - “A halo, nimbus, or aureole.” When ice crystals are suspended in the atmosphere, light catches them causing a bright halo or even a rainbow around the sun or moon. The gloriole forms 22 degrees away from the center of the object, but this phenomenon can often be confused with coronas that form due to water droplets.

Graupel - A type of precipitation that is formed when really cold water droplets collect, freeze, and fall on snowflakes. This creates what is known as a ball of rime, which is “an opaque coating of tiny, white, granular ice particles.”

Haboob - “A thick dust storm or sandstorm that blows in the deserts of North Africa and Arabia or on the plains of India.” Haboob’s dust-storm cousin also hits the United States—just ask anyone who lives in Phoenix. These dust storms usually occur during or as a result of a thunderstorm.

Hunch weather - This term dates back to the 1700s; drizzle or winds that are strong enough to make you hunch over when you walk.

Monkey's wedding - Sunshine and rain at the same time; also known to be called sun showers. However, in South Africa, a “sun shower” is also known as a monkey’s wedding.

Moonbroch - A large halo around the moon; it is a sign of an approaching storm. A broch is an old term for a Scottish circular stone tower.

Petrichor - The distinct scent of rain in the air. More precisely, it’s the name of an oil that’s released from the earth into the air before rain begins to fall.

Polar vortex - A massive whirlpool of cold air that hovers above Earth’s North and South poles. During the warm months, the vortex shrinks toward the poles and generally stays out of our hair, which is nice. During the winter though, the vortex’s boundary—a narrow band of fast air called the polar front jet stream—expands, dipping toward the equator and dumping frigid weather onto any unsuspecting towns (or commuters) in its path.

Sastruga - (Sastrugi in the plural form) means “ridges of snow formed on a snowfield by the action of the wind.”

Smuir - “A thick atmosphere, a dense enveloping cloud or swirl of smoke, snow, rain, or mist.” Alternatively, a blind smuir is merely a snowdrift.

Snow - The partially frozen water vapor which falls in flakes.

Snow eater - When there’s snow everywhere. But, all of a sudden, a nice warm breeze blows over the snow and melts it all away. This usually happens in the Rockies.

Snow flurries - Light, intermittent snowfall without significant accumulation; tend to come from stratiform clouds.

Snow showers - A short period of light-to-moderate snowfall, also characterized by a sudden beginning and ending. There is some accumulation with snow showers, and they fall from convective or cumuliform clouds.

Snow squall - A heavy snow shower with strong winds.

Sugar weather - In Canada, when they have nice warm days but chilly nights, that’s known as sugar weather. That type of weather is just right for getting the maple syrup running in the maple trees.

Swullocking - Hot, sticky, humid weather during the summer; humid weather.

Thundersnow - When snow is the primary form of precipitation in a thunderstorm (instead of rain).

Virga - The virga phenomenon is when you can see that it is raining, but it evaporates on the way to the ground and ends up changing back to water vapor before you can feel it. When it rains and the rain actually makes it to the ground, there’s a meteorological word for that, too: praecipitatio.

Williwaw - A violent squall that blows in near-polar latitudes, as in the Strait of Magellan, Alaska, and the Aleutian Islands.

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spencerreidsreads · 10 months ago

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I’d take 100 bad days for this

Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Summary: A bad day turned good by a stranger giving you his sweater

Genre: Fluff!

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Spencer is probably slightly out of character. I’m still learning and this is my first time writing for him so please forgive me.

AN: Once again not proof read as I’m still too embarrassed to read my own works. Please let me know if there’s any mistakes.

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With tears streaming down your face, you continue your walk through the streets. The barley there light flickering from the questionable lamppost above casts a slither of light to shine over your soaking wet form. Your tears mix with the raindrops to coat your skin and add to your already terrible mood.

Everything that could’ve gone wrong today, did. First of all, you’d had a terrible nights sleep. Coffee was the first thing on your mind when you woke up in the morning, but instead of starting your day with a warm vanilla latte like you had planned, you found yourself out of coffee. This was strike one.

Then, as you started your journey to work, hoping to stop off at your favourite coffee shop to try get your fix in, your favourite jacket that you had been wearing got caught on god knows what and ripped. The hole that now sat in the sleeve of your jacket mocked you as you lost the energy to detour for your morning caffeine.

Other small things continued to happen throughout the day to add to your sour mood. Someone shut the door on you as you were walking into the building, you realised you had forgotten your lunch and a colleague of yours spilled her coffee onto your recently completed paperwork.

The final straw, however, was when your boss called you into her office. This was never a good sign, you don’t get called into your bosses office unless it’s bad news. The eyes of the rest of your colleagues followed as you trudged into the room that was your idea of personal hell. As soon as you sat down opposite your boss, she explained that the design for a project you had presented had been turned down. They had gone with someone else’s.

This in particular broke your heart. You had been so passionate about it. So confident in your ability to make it work, so why did no one else see that? Add this to all the other small things that had happened that day, and it’s enough to open the floodgates.

As you exit your office and enter the street below ready to walk home, the sky matches your mood. Grey clouds and heavy rainfall are all you can see and hear. Well, you thought, at least it matches your mood.

You decide to take the train home, the quicker you get home the quicker you can drown your sorrows in ice cream. Once you get to the station with tears still spilling from your eyes, you’re happy to note the platform is completely empty. Except for one other individual, a tall man with longish hair, who looked just as soaked as you were. He stood, clutching onto the strap of his brown satchel as he looked around the platform.

His eyes locked onto you and he gave you an awkward smile. You reciprocated the smile and looked away. He didn’t look like the type of guy who would cause you any trouble, but you certainly weren’t in the mood to find out. Avoiding any more contact was the best option, you thought.

Though no matter how hard you avoided looking in his direction, you didn’t anticipate that he would initiate the contact with you.

“Excuse me?” you heard his voice. It sounded unsure and soft, yet friendly in it’s tone.

You turned to look back at the man with the satchel, your eyes asking the question you didn’t need to vocalise, “what?”

You look down and see he’s holding some sort of fabric in his hands.

“I just - uh, you looked cold and I have a spare sweater… if you’d like to put it on. Don’t think you have to! I just thought I would offer since you’re wet and well if you’re wet and cold for a prolonged period of time, it may negatively affect your immune system, making you more likely to get a cold” - he didn’t look in your eyes once whilst saying this - “so… yeah, I just wanted to offer”. You struggled to hold back your smirk, already feeling slightly better. He was a rambler for sure, you knew this much already. He also seemed terrified as he waited for your response. You got the idea he wasn’t the most confident guy in the world.

“Are you sure?” you asked the man. You were very aware of stranger danger and knew you most likely shouldn’t be taking this from him, but honestly you were absolutely freezing. The rain had completely soaked through your clothes at this point and had left your skin feeling the cold. Not to mention, the guy was cute and the idea of wearing his sweater made you feel slightly warmer already.

“Oh absolutely! I don’t need it, it’s just a spare I had in my bag. Actually you should probably take off your shirt before putting the sweater on. Wearing wet clothing in cold temperatures significantly increases the risk of hypothermia, as it rapidly removes heat from the body. The water in wet clothing quickly evaporates, taking heat away from the body therefore reducing the body's ability to maintain a normal temperature.”

You raise an eyebrow at his suggestion that you take off your shirt. He looked confused for a second before realising what he’d said. The man’s eyes widened in surprise and he began to stutter out an apology.

“N-no I didn’t mean that. Well, I did but not like that. I’m not asking you to take your shirt off. I- uh, I’m sure you’ll be totally fine if you keep your shirt on. In fact-“

You cut off his panic induced ramble with a laugh, he is absolutely adorable, you thought to yourself.

The stranger looked at you, his cheeks flushed, most likely out of embarrassment and slightly biting his lip. Like he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what. You decided you’d help him out.

“That’s certainly the most creative way a guys ever hit on me. Asking me to strip on a train platform is a new one for me” you said with a smirk.

The man’s eyes widened in horror. “No, no - that’s not.. I didn’t..”

You once again cut him off with a laugh, louder this time. “I’m just messing with you, I know you didn’t mean it like that. Thank you, for the sweater. I really appreciate it. And your concern for my well being too, that’s very sweet of you” you spoke as you slipped the sweater over your head. You couldn’t help but softly inhale the light smell on the sweater, it smelt clean with a hint of warmth.

“Oh, yeah you’re welcome” he replied, still not making eye contact with you. He didn’t say anything else so you decided to try and continue the conversation whilst you wait for your train.

“So, do I get to know the name of my knight in shining armour who protected me from freezing to death on the train platform?” you asked, you’d made the decision that this man didn’t want to hurt you, so you wanted to get to know him a bit better.

“Oh I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid” he replied, finally looking at you.

“Well Spencer, Spencer Reid. I’m (y/n), I assume you’re waiting for this train?” and you pointed to the empty tracks where your train should be showing up within the next few minutes.

“Yeah, just heading home for the day” Spencer told you. “I’ve been out of town for the past couple of days so I’m excited to just get home and relax with a book”

At the mention of his idea of relaxing being a book, your eyes lit up. You’ve always loved reading, ever since you were a child. Anything you could get your hands on and you were grateful. Fantasy, romance, thriller, historical fiction - anything. You were an absolute bookworm at heart.

“What book are you planning on reading?” you asked.

“I haven’t decided yet. Though I’ll probably go for some light reading since it’s late, I have a few chemistry textbooks I’ve been meaning to read so maybe I’ll get started on those”

You laughed at his mention of chemistry textbooks being light reading, so he’s pretty and funny, you thought.

Until you looked at his face and he seemed utterly confused as to why you were laughing. Was he serious when he said that?

You halted your laughter and decided to get back on track with the conversation. “Well that sounds interesting, I tend to read romance or fantasy books when I’m feeling tired. They keep me engaged enough that I don’t fall asleep straight away. Though I’m currently rereading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Housseini. I haven’t read it in years but came across it in the library recently and decided I wanted to read it again. It’s just as good and moving a second time”

Just as you finished saying this, your train started to pull up. The both of you moved together and approached the doors that were waiting to open. Once they did, Spencer signalled for you to enter first, thanking him you stepped onto the train and headed to find a seat. One sat, you saw Spencer who looked unsure. You guessed he wasn’t sure if you’d want him sitting with you, but just in the short conversation you’d had, he already decided he wanted to talk to you more.

Luckily you sensed his worry and patted the chair next to you; inviting him to sit. Spencer slowly approached and dropped down next to you, taking his satchel off of his shoulders and placing it on his lap. He turned to you and continued your previous conversation.

“You like to read?” he asked “that’s great, I love reading, I can actually read twenty thousand words per minute so I get through book’s extremely fast so I’d love to hear any recommendations if you have any”

Since he again, looked completely serious when he said this, you assumed he maybe wasn’t joking. A guy who can read 20,000 words per minute and enjoys chemistry textbooks in his spare time, what is he some sort of genius?

“Wow” you blinked. “ I’m lucky if I get through one book per month, I get distracted too easily. No matter how much I love a book I just can’t get through it in one go” you admit. Though not out of shame, you read for pleasure and getting through one book a month is working just fine for you.

Spencer smiled slightly at your words,

“but I’d love if we could trade book recommendations” you add on. “Though I’d prefer if you didn’t recommend anything to do with chemistry. Or biology for that matter, or physics. You know what, anything science based is just not my cup of tea.”

He laughed slightly at your request. “Deal” he said. “Are you more of a fiction fan?”

“Absolutely” you responded, “I’m good with any genre but it has to be fiction”

“Ok. I can do that, I’ve read plenty of fiction” he smiled through his words.

“I bet you have Mr twenty thousand words per minute” you giggled.

Spencer laughed along with you, he could tell you weren’t teasing him, it actually almost felt flirty. If he knew for sure Spencer might flirt back, or attempt to at least. But he doesn’t want to have got the wrong impression and make a fool out of himself. He was currently fighting an internal battle with himself.

Either act like this is just a normal, totally none flirtatious conversation and leave the train with a few book recommendations for books he’s probably already read and nothing else. Or, be brave and ask you out. Not only had the conversation you had been fun to him, but Spencer couldn’t deny, you were absolutely beautiful. Even soaking wet from the rain, your hair in ringlets and makeup smudged slightly on your face, Spencer thought you looked breathtaking.

Unfortunately for him, he would have to hurry up and make his decision. Because whilst he was in his own head, he hadn’t realised the train was slowing down.

“Well” you said as you begin to stand, “this is my stop”. You hadn’t even had the chance to exchange book recommendations. You were seriously hoping he would ask for your number. It was almost like your bad day hadn’t happened at all when you spoke with Spencer. He made you smile for the first time since yesterday and you really would love to see him again.

And Spencer was thinking the same thing. It wasn’t often he had to chance to have normal conversation like this. Especially about books. He mainly spoke with his team about serial murders and cases they were working on. It felt nice to leave work behind for a while and have a conversation about an interest of his.

Once he saw you stepping towards the doors of the train, he jumped out of his seat after you.

“Wait, uh (y/n)” he seemed nervous again. “We didn’t get to recommend books to each other.”

He seemed genuinely upset about this.

“You’re right” you replied. It seemed he may need a little push to say what he wanted to say. So you decided to help him again, you couldn’t wait all day, you needed to get off the train any minute now. “I wonder what we could do about that?” you posed like a question, giving Spencer the option to offer a solution.

And in an act of courage that he didn’t normally have around women, he offered one.

“Would you like to get a coffee sometime? With me, I mean”. You could almost hear his heart pounding with how nervous he seemed.

“You mean like a date?” You asked.

“If you’d like, I’d love to take you on a date. We can discuss books and drink coffee and hopefully we’ll be more dry and comfortable than we are now” he reminded you that you both were still currently soaked from the rain.

Your face showed a small smile, but on the inside you were ecstatic. You couldn’t believe after your terrible day that this gorgeous, sweet man was asking YOU on a date.

“I’d love that Spencer” you said earnestly.

You noticed the train doors were about to open, you needed to be quick as you had no way of contacting each other but you needed to get off if you wanted to get home any time soon.

“Uh, do you have a pen? Or your phone. I need to give you my number” you began to panic that you wouldn’t have time to exchange numbers. The doors had just opened.

“Just tell me it.” He stated.

“What?” You responded.

“Trust me” he replied, “I’ll remember it”

How could he remember a full phone number that quickly, after just hearing it once. But you didn’t have time to question it, you quickly relayed your number to him and went to step off the train.

“(Y/n)!” Spencer called your name.

Now on the platform, you turned to look at him, he stood there, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“I’ll call you. It was-“

Spencer was cut off my the doors of the train closing. You watched as the train pulled away, taking the handsome man with it. He awkwardly waved at you as he left.

You felt like a fool, of course he wouldn’t remember your number. Was he just playing you this whole time? Why did he ask you out if he had no intentions of actually wanting to do it?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. This was just a coincidence. It was probably someone wanting to give you more bad news to finish off your day. You signed and started to walk whilst pulling your phone out of your purse.

“Hello?” You said into the phone, not even looking at who called.

“So when are you free for coffee? I can’t wait to hear those recommendations.”

You had to pause your steps you were so surprised. It was actually him, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face.

You looked down at the sweater hugging your fame, the sweater that belonged to him. The man who was taking you on a date.

You’d take a hundred bad days, if it meant your evenings would end like this. Softly conversing with a gorgeous man on the phone, wearing his sweater and discussing when you were going to see each other again.

“Ah, Mr twenty thousand words per minute, it’s so nice to hear from you…”

Maybe your day wasn’t so bad after all.

#spencer reid fics #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #cm #criminal minds imagine #fluff #callie writes

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years ago

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𝐀 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

Haha...so...I wrote this in one sitting on my phone, which is unlike me. I prefer working on my computer but oh well, I couldn't stop. I'm insatiable and there was not enough Tom in season 2.

Summary: You and Tom take a nice walk through the park...until the rain starts pouring.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), public sex, rough oral (m!receiving), kinda mean!dom Tom, implied subspace, teasing, dacryphilia, slapping, daddy kink, degradation, orgasm denial/control, and fluff cause I couldn't help myself🤷🏻‍♀️

word count | 2.2k🤙🏻

It had been a few weeks since Tom came back home. Tears of joy rarely seemed to leave your eyes, as Tom rarely ever let you leave his bed. But today, you decided it was too lovely outside to stay indoors all day, even though it would’ve been enjoyed regardless. The weather was predicted to be sunny with a nice breeze all afternoon, so you couldn’t possibly let yourself waste such a day.

You managed to convince Tom of the idea, after what seemed like hours of complaining and trying to get you to change your mind. But you weren’t having it, no matter how many times Tom said he’d bring you to a breathtaking release if you’d just allow yourselves to stay home.

You both walked to a local park, hand in hand, basking in the warm glow the sun offered, hearing the birds chirp happily, and glancing around at all the other people who must've had the same idea as you. And Tom, albeit reluctantly, started allowing himself to enjoy it and your company. Although, seeing a kid drop their ice cream cone and immediately bursting into fitful wails brought him enough joy that he started to think it was worth it.

It wasn't until the skies suddenly darkened, the sun almost disappearing into oblivion, that you and Tom started regretting your decisions.

It was slow at first, just a few droplets hitting the tops of your heads, then a few droplets turned into an absolute downpour.

You squealed as you, Tom, and everyone else at the park started to get drenched, most scurrying to their vehicles or shutting themselves in their homes that were somewhat nearby. You and Tom didn't have such luck, as you both walked miles to get to this destination. What a great choice on your part. So all you really could do was take cover along the treeline of the woods that aesthetically encircled the park.

As you watched the rain come down harder, you heard Tom sigh heavily and you rolled your eyes, already knowing you were about to get an earful...but it never came. You looked up at him in slight curiosity, seeing that a content expression was plastered over his visage, not an annoyed wrinkle or frown in sight.

Tom glanced towards you, seeing your confused expression. "What?"

You shook your head, jutting your bottom lip out slightly and shrugging your shoulders. "Thought you'd be...less calm than you are right now. More...mad."

Tom furrowed his brows, going back to watching the rainfall. "Why would I be mad?"

You chuckled weakly. "Well, you didn't really wanna come out here in the first place."

He smirked, gently bumping your shoulder with his. "Ah, I was just pulling your leg, luv. I was happy to come out here, with you. I'm still happy to be here with you...never thought I'd get the chance again."

You'd think your whole body would turn into a puddle right then and there, mixing with the rain and seeping into the damp soil. But alas, all it did was ignite a burning, consuming fire in the pit of your belly, almost disappointed Tom said such a thing and didn't do anything afterwards.

You looked at your surroundings. Not a soul in sight, nobody but the two of you. The scarce playground equipment shook and swings swung violently with the wind, creaking and groaning from the force. If you were to scream, most likely no one would be able to hear you through the small storm. Why did the thought turn you on even more? And Tom, he looked so peaceful, the ever permanent curve in his lips deepening every time thunder shook the earth.

Before you could overthink it, you started to lower yourself to the ground, the muddiness of the dirt that started to stick to your knees and ends of your dress doing nothing to quell the desire that kept on building inside you.

Gaining his attention immediately, Tom looked down at you in dark intrigue, watching as you settled yourself on your knees. "And what do you think you're doing, sweet girl?" You didn't reply as you reached your hands up to palm his cock through his trousers, hearing him let out a barely audible grunt at your ministrations. "You do realize we're in public?"

"You want me to stop?" You looked up at him with wide doe eyes, putting on an innocent expression even though you and Tom both knew fully well how debaucherous you really could be.

You gasped as Tom reached down, grabbing you by the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. "You're a fuckin' vixen, you know that? A whore is what you've turned into since I've been gone, is that it?"

"Yes...but I'm your whore."

And with that response, you crossed the point of no return, which is exactly where you wanted to be.

Tom smirked, his cock instantly responding to your words and actions. "Yeah, you are, baby." He brought you into another passionate kiss, biting your bottom lip before pulling away, making you whimper. "Let's see how your whore mouth can be put to use, hm?" He growled, leaning back and relaxing against a tree, a smug aura surrounding him as he watched and waited for your next move.

You smiled as you took his cock out, hard and pulsing warmly beneath the weight of your hand, a gush of slick pooling at your entrance at the breathy moan Tom made as you ran your tongue along him from base to tip, weakly suckling on the head to tease him. And you repeated those motions a few times before he stopped you, grabbing onto your hair with a growl. "Fuckin' tease. You gonna suck my cock like a good little slut, or do I have to force you? 'Cause I can force you, luv, you know I can." You involuntarily let out a whimpery moan, clenching your thighs together at his low, threatening voice. "Ah, I see. That's what you want, huh? You want me to use you like the whore you are? I can fuckin' do that."

"Tom-" You yelped when he slapped you with his cockhead, making you widen your eyes up at him.

"Nah, sweetheart, whores don't get to use my real name. So, I'm only gonna ask you once: who am I?"

Your heart hammered in your ribcage, never having felt so frightened and aroused at the same time. "...Daddy."

Tom grinned evilly, and in pride. "That's my good girl. Now, beg Daddy to fuck your mouth, go on."

"Daddy," you let out with another pathetic whimper, "please, fuck my mouth. I need to feel your big cock."

"Open." He prodded the tip of his cock at your lips, coaxing them to part. "Wider. Yeah, that's it." He groaned loudly as he rammed himself inside your hot, wet mouth, hitting the back of your throat immediately and making you gag around him. "Fuck, so good for me." He pulled back and thrusted back in roughly, over and over again, until tears ran down your cheeks and your drool spilt down your chin copiously. "See what happens when you tease your Daddy, hm? You brought this on yourself."

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan loudly, the still pouring rain drowning at any noise. No one would be able to hear you gagging on his dick, or his moans, nor the wet squelching of your cunt as you started to finger yourself to relieve some of the tension building in you. But Tom could hear it. "You better not be touching yourself, girl. Only I get to abuse that pretty pussy of yours." Tom pulled you up from the ground, your lips releasing his dick with a wet pop, your fingers retreating from your quivering form in the process.

Your eyes were glazed over in a haze, mad with lust and pleasure, unable to focus as Tom brought up your hand by the wrist. He lightly slapped you, bringing your vision back into focus. "Were you touching yourself?"

He asked so lowly, you were scared, so you mewled out a soft, "No."

Your response only made him smirk. "Hm. So, if I were to stick your fingers in my mouth, I wouldn't be able to taste you, right?" You didn't even have the chance to respond before he wrapped his lips around your fingers, his tongue swirling around the digits before releasing them with another hum. "A whore and a liar? What am I to do with you?"

And before you knew it, Tom had you pinned up against the same tree he was leaning on previously, the bark digging into your back uncomfortably. "You know what I do with whores, but what do you think I should do with liars? Surely, I shouldn't reward them for their behavior, right?"

You stuttered, unable to form words in your lust driven mind. "Tom-" You started to sob out, being interrupted with another slap, much harsher than the last.

"What did I tell you?" He growled. "Whores aren't allowed to use my real name. Why can't you just do as you're told? You've grown so wild and rebellious since I've been away. I think I need to put you back in your place."

Tom turned you around, lifting up your dress to reveal your underwear already pushed to the side, giving him access to your needy cunt. "Just a slut." You cried out loudly as he pushed two fingers inside you roughly. "That's all you are." He spat in your ear, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot, tears springing to your ears as pleasure overtook you all too easily. "So worked up, aren't you? You gonna come so quickly?"

"Yes!" You sobbed, practically shaking from the cold of the atmosphere and the pleasure Tom was giving you. And he wouldn't fuckin' stop, bringing you right to the precipice before pulling away completely and landing a painful slap to your clit. "Ow!" You whined.

"What? You think I was gonna let you come that easily? No, you have to earn it, girl."

"Please...please..." You cried softly, completely leaning onto the tree in quiet exhaustion, so desperate for a release that you couldn't possibly notice or care about the wood scratching up your delicate skin.

"You sound so pretty for me, luv. And using your manners. It's almost enough to make me wanna show you mercy."

Your body thrummed with hopefulness, your mind going into tunnel vision at the prospect of getting off. "Daddy, please. I'll be a good girl. I won't touch myself, I won't tease you, I promise. I'll behave, Daddy, I swear it." You sobbed, soft hiccups escaping your lips.

"Hey, hey," Tom cooed, running his hands over your skin gently, gooseflesh rising along where his fingers made their path. "You are a good girl. My good, sweet girl." You preened at his praise, letting out a shuddering sigh as he finally pushed his cock into you. "I believe you've learned your lesson, luv. Now, all you have to do is come for me." He whispered in your ear, a strangled moan brushing past your ears as he sped up his thrusts. "Think you can do that for me?"

You cried out softly as the tip of his cock kept bullying the rough patch along the front of your walls, your climax already building back up with brutal force. "Yes, Daddy."

"Tom." He corrected, and you grinned.

You moaned as Tom reached around to run circles on your clit, pleasure dizzying your senses, making you lightheaded. You were right there. "Please..." You wailed.

"Say my name when you come, sweet girl. Come for me."

"Tom!" You chanted his name like a prayer, your velvety walls squeezing around him tightly as your orgasm washed over you in tidal waves, Tom's grip on you the only thing keeping you standing on your own two feet.

"Fuck, baby!" Tom cursed, rutting against like a wild animal until he came with a loud grunt, almost collapsing against you until he remembered there was only a tree there that couldn't keep the both of you upright in the position you both were in.

A calming beat until Tom broke the silence first. "I love you."

And just like that, the skies cleared and the rain stopped. The sun shined brightly once again, the fresh smell of watered earth covering up the stench of sex and sweat.

"We should, uh, probably be getting home, huh?" Tom smirked, putting his softening cock back inside his pants and helping you fix your dress. To anyone none the wiser, it just looked like you both were drenched with rain water. You were of course, but it mixed with sweat from exertion. "And if anyone asks, you slipped and fell because you're atrociously clumsy."

You faked offense, playfully shoving him off the sidewalk as you walked back home, an easy grin on both your faces.

You grabbed ahold of Tom's hand, squeezing it gently before leaning to kiss his cheek, the innocent gesture making him blush harder than any sex driven act could.

"I love you too, Tom Bennett, more than you could ever know.”

sorry it's a bit shorter but i legit don't have time to write long fics all the time anymore. sadge. hope y'all enjoyed regardless. hashtag justice for Tom Bennett.

#world on fire #world on fire bbc #tom bennett #tom bennett smut #tom bennett x fem!reader #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett x f!reader #tom bennett imagine

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stormwept · 1 day ago

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"Y'think SO low of me, Eileen! I ain' gonna do nothin'." The last thing he needed was to piss off the residents of Cyber City. Drake is a guest here, and he's exploring his options... although the problem is he didn't have any money to give to these people which is why an intrusive thought came to mind of wanting to grab more than he needed to. His tail dragged behind him as he tailed besides Eileen, his head craned to explore the little market with various foods and snacks. Usually he didn't really eat a WHOLE ton of sugary things or 'take out' cause Undyne wanted him to stay healthy and fit, but other than that... he won't tell Undyne if she doesn't.

"I won' go too crazy... jus' I don't get t'have any really sugary stuff back home." Meaning back in the town AND back at home in the Big City. Mostly because they both don't want him to become unhealthy. One in a positive way to make sure he didn't get sick, and the other for maintaining their image to make sure their son wasn't seen as a slob. Drake just wanted two or three snacks to take with him.

@stormwept liked for a starter ! - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

❝ Look , all I'm sayin' is to put it in the cart . ❞ ❝ If you want them that's fine , but don't be stupid in trying to smuggle them out . ❞

Maybe she should've prepared him ahead of time , after all when was the last time Drake legally set foot in a grocery store ? Considering how long he'd been camping out at her apartment she figured maybe it was a good excuse to go out , enjoy the weather and so forth . She didn't mind buying treats , though the flavor was less than appealing . Chalk it up to Drake being a kid and lured by the colorful packaging .

#AGAINST ALL ODDS (DELTARUNE / V8)#DECIDES TO USE MY DR VERSE CAUSE BRAINROT ASJQDF #STARTED THE RAINFALL (IC)#hxzelwallflower #plus drake would be like: im tempted but im not going to :L

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shenglingyuan · 1 year ago

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title: first time he kissed me, he but only kissed (ao3) pairing: togame jo/sakura haruka summary: togasaku first kiss ;3;

The tunnel under the rail tracks became a common meeting spot for both Togame and Sakura. It was perfect and convenient – Togame would only need to walk a few blocks from the Shishitoren headquarters, Sakura could cover the patrol of the surrounding area then end right in front of the Shishitoren and Bofurin boundary, and the street itself wasn’t busy if the sun was still out.

The first few times, trouble came to their spot, what with smaller gangs from out of town escaping through the tunnel to get to the pub street. Needless to say, Togame and Sakura took care of it with no issues. After a while, word got around that monsters from Shishitoren and Bofurin were guarding the narrow street, and no one with intent to cause trouble dared to cross that path anymore.

Usually, Sakura would bring with him lots of food. Rewards from the community, he said. The people don’t seem to run out of food to give Bofurin, but even Sakura’s voracious appetite could only hold so much. Even if he was usually possessive of the food he received, he didn’t want it going bad. Fortunately, Togame shared the same stomach. He didn’t win all those eating challenges for nothing. In return, he would bring the drinks. Mostly ice-cold ramune, of course.

It’s been a month since the festival, and today was one of those usual days they would hang out under the rail tracks. Togame already finished his portion and was sipping his strawberry ramune leisurely. It was warm earlier in the day, but the summer humidity brought down a late afternoon thunderstorm. The surroundings were cascaded with heavy rainfall, and neither of them had an umbrella. There was no choice but to wait out the rain.

“This rain doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon,” Togame noted, peeking at the dark sky overhead, “I could ask Choji to bring us an extra umbrella so you can go home.”

“It’s fine, I can wait with you,” Sakura replied, staring up from his phone. He was leaning against the wall, holding a still half-full grape ramune in his other hand. “There’s nothing to do back home anyway. Here’s better.”

“Yeah?” Togame smiled as he walked back to his spot next to Sakura, swiping the ramune bottle off his hand and taking a swig out of it. “Ahh, that’s so good. I really like this flavor more – Won’t your Bofurin friends look for you?”

“Hey, you already had yours!” Sakura quickly stole the bottle back, staking his claim by drinking the remaining contents all at once. He didn’t even let at least one drop go. Then when all the drink was gone, he answered with a slight burp, “I told them I was meeting you today. They know anyway, so…”

This surprised Togame. Togame hadn’t asked if Sakura told his friends about them. He didn’t care, but knowing that Sakura did made him feel oddly satisfied.

Rain continued to pour as silence fell between the two of them. Togame glanced at Sakura. He seemed to be frozen in thought, the empty ramune bottle still lingering on his mouth. In fact, Sakura did seem like he has been occupied by something ever since they met this afternoon. Even the light sparring they did when the rain just started didn’t seem to wash away whatever it was that he was thinking about.

Concerned, Togame finally asked, “Is something bothering you?”

“…K…kiss.”

“…Huh?” Did he hear that right?

“I…I want to try it.”

Togame looked at Sakura’s face, trying to see any trace of mischief on his face. Sakura’s not the type to tease, after all. They’ve been dating for a month now, yes, and within that time they have gotten to know each other better. They both enjoy a good fight and good food. Their private moments under the rail tracks were simple but meaningful. But within that period, Sakura didn’t strike him to be a proactive type when it came to physical affection. So why was he bringing this up now?

Sakura’s forehead was crumpled into a frown, his eyes averted, but his mouth was curled into a pout and the entirety of his neck up to the tip of his ears were red. For someone asking for a kiss, he looked very conflicted about it.

Togame lets out a laugh. “You’re note being dared to do this, are you?”

“You think I’m not serious?”

“Of course not,” Togame stepped closer then, making Sakura back into the wall. In reflex, Sakura’s arms raised as if getting ready to fight, much to Togame’s amusement. Togame raised his right hand and held the back of Sakura’s head, his thumb ever so slightly caressing the tip of his ear. “But if you want to be kissed, you probably shouldn’t act like you’re about to hit me.”

Sakura froze under his touch, the bottle on his hand falling onto the ground and rolling away. Despite this, it didn’t look like he was regretting his request either.

Togame then leaned in…

And kissed Sakura’s forehead.

“How’s that for a start?”

Sakura draws in a frustrated breath, his eyes widening and his cheeks gaining another shade of red. “Are you messing with me?”

Togame laughed as he avoided a punch of protest from Sakura. “I’d never. Just didn’t want to overwhelm you, that’s all.”

“Stop playing around.”

Then without warning, Sakura took the initiative and pulled Togame down by the collar of his jacket –––

“Ow!”

Teeth smacked with lips, and in the next moment, Togame tasted something metallic. Sakura, on the other hand, suddenly squatted on the ground with a hand over his own mouth; it was his blood that Togame tasted.

“Sakura! Are you okay?”

“What the hell, all those articles are wrong!”

“You were…reading about how to kiss? Was that why you keep looking at your phone today?”

“Shuttup!” Sakura looked away, his hand still covering his mouth. It was all Togame needed to confirm his question. No wonder Sakura had been looking so distracted since earlier. He must have been thinking how to ask for a kiss and how to do it properly.

The spot where Sakura hit against was still throbbing a bit from the pain, so Togame could imagine the impact was worse for Sakura.

“Let me see,” Togame worriedly squatted down in front of Sakura and lightly grabbed his chin, making Sakura face him so he could see the wound on his mouth. Upon inspection, it didn’t seem something to be concerned about. As for the other matter… “Why do you want this so bad anyway?”

“Should there be a reason? I just feel like I want to…kiss you, that’s all.” The last part he whispered almost inaudibly. Then he stood up, roughly rubbing at the spot where his lips smacked against Togame’s teeth. “But if you don’t want to, then just forget about it.”

“I want to, though.” Togame reached for Sakura’s hand, weaving their fingers together as he slowly stood up. “Since the festival, really. But I wanted to take our time until you’re completely comfortable.”

Togame was the type to love deeply, that he knew of himself. And when he attaches himself to something, or someone, he tends to be territorial about it. Sakura’s one of the strongest people he knew, but Togame also recognizes that Sakura had a fragile side, particularly when it came to his relationships with people. Though he trusted that Sakura would overcome that difficulty, he was still careful in treading his own relationship with him. The last thing he wanted was to push Sakura away.

“I am comfortable. Especially since it’s you.” Sakura looked down at their entwined hands, and a small smile lined his lips. “It’s just that…whenever I see…romantic things, I get flustered for no reason…I feel like even if I get to…kiss you…I’d be too shaken to like it.”

Sakura’s answer brings a smile to Togame’s face. It was useless to worry, after all.

“What if you closed your eyes?”

“Close my eyes?”

“So, you don’t see the kiss coming.”

Sakura pondered on the idea a bit, but after a while, he did as he was told without any more protest. His face was still full of nervousness, but at least this way, he would neither freeze up at the sight of Togame closing in, nor feel overwhelmed from the view of an incoming kiss. A bit of blood still stained the edge of his mouth. Togame reached out with his free hand and cleaned it up, tracing the outline of Sakura’s lower lip as he did so. Sakura’s lips were smooth against his thumb, parting ever so slightly in response to his touch. The warm and shaky breath against his finger tells of Sakura’s eagerness for what comes next.

Finally, Togame closed the distance, and this time, he carefully planted a light kiss on Sakura’s mouth, like a butterfly carefully hovering over the blooms of a cherry blossom tree.

Neither of them has done this before, so who knows what’s a good or a bad kiss. Was it awkward? Not at all. Amateur? Maybe. But it seemed that for the right person, it didn’t matter. The body would respond in kind without needing to have prior knowledge of how to do this or that. It’s just a matter of listening to one another’s desires as delivered by the lips, much like how a good fight is a fruitful conversation between fists.

Sakura’s mouth opened even more as it met Togame’s, instinctively deepening the kiss himself. Togame could still taste a bit of rustiness from the blood, but also the sweetness of the grape ramune they shared. He drinks it all in, drowning in the unhurriedness of the moment. Sakura let out a small sound against Togame’s mouth, making Togame greedier, pulling Sakura even closer to reduce the very small distance between them into nothing.

Togame lost track of how long it had been, or if he had even come up for breath. Before he completely lost himself in their kiss, he grasped at the small mindfulness that graced his mind to pull away. Yet, Sakura followed him and leaned forward, unwilling to end the moment, attempting to continue the kiss. At this point, Togame was already prepared and shifted his face a bit, only the edges of their mouths meeting. It broke Sakura away from the trance of the kiss, his eyes shot up wide open. They’re both in a state of wanting more; one of them should at least hold the fort and be rational.

“So, did you like it?”

The steady patter of the pouring rain fell in rhythm with their heavy breaths. Sakura’s eyes seemed to have lost all their intensity, staring dazedly into the air. He blinked a few times, perhaps confused as to why they stopped, and when he finally turned a hazy gaze to Togame, his glazed eyes seemed to say, More, more, more…

Ah, this is a bit dangerous.

But contrary to Togame’s expectations, Sakura resorted to wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his own face against Togame’s chest.

“Yeah, I liked it.” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against Togame’s hammering heart, “The other one, too.”

“Which one?”

“Forehead.”

Togame couldn’t see Sakura’s face, but the tip of his ears was still bright red. Alas, a first kiss like that must have been too much for someone like Sakura. As for Togame, it was everything he could have hoped for. He returned Sakura’s embrace with a smile and held the other boy tightly. Sakura shifted his weight, completely leaning onto him, that if Togame lets go, he would fall to the ground. But that won’t happen. Togame didn’t plan on letting go.

“I liked them both, too.”

Not now. Not ever.

#togasaku #kamesaku #i write sometimes #winbre

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 22: Running Low on A Ninja's Greatest Weapon

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

Including a short blurb also written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Food is slopped into a meager bowl and tossed into the cage. Mikey flinches at the clattering sound, and how the mushed-up, mashed-up slimy brown gloop splashes onto his arm and foot.

"Mealtime, beastie," the worker says.

Mikey retches at the smell and consistency. But he won't get anything else. He drags himself over to the bowl and starts licking it up like the animal he is.

The food makes him gag, he almost vomits. Mikey starts to cry. He doesn't want to eat this disgusting slop, it makes him sick. But if he doesn't eat it... he'll starve. Mikey sobs as he forces himself to choke the gruel down. He manages to finish half the bowl before he feels the bile start to rise up his throat.

No more. Can't do any more. Can't eat anymore.

Mikey pushes the bowl as far away from him as he can. He has to lie down now. Has to stop the awful sick feeling in his stomach.

Mikey curls into himself and cries silently. If he makes too much noise while the humans are in here, they will hurt him. With the ice gun, with the cattle prod, with their boots or bare hands. Mikey can't cry too loudly. But he cries all the same, silent tears trickling down his cheeks.

He wants to leave. He wants to go home.

“…Please… when can I go home?”

“My poor, delusional creature… this is your home, now.”

Raph smacks the back of Donnie’s head.

“Stop messing with Mikey! He’s already hurtin' enough with his teeth!”

Donnie rubs his head and grumbles.

“All of you made me think I was a bird with mine! I knocked over everything in my lab!”

“Mikey is way too sensitive, you know you can’t-”

“Home,” Mikey interrupts Leo, making grabby hands towards Donnie.

Donnie’s heart squeezes.

“….Okay. That got me. Sorry, Michael.” He walks over.

Mikey pulls him into a hug and presses his swollen cheek against Donnie’s.

“Home.”

The memory washes over Donatello like rainfall, soft and slow and sad.

He's playing a few of the videos of Mikey's wisdom teeth removal from before the Shredder's attack last year. They'd discovered a clinic in the Hidden City that would do it for them, using mystic anesthetics to numb the face and put them into a comfortable sleeping spell. The spells were basically exactly the same as a medical anesthetic, just without the shot or the fact that they had to not eat for 8 hours before. But the after effects were hilarious and lasted most of the day.

Raph had gone first, and his reaction caused him to be clingy and cuddle everyone he saw, refusing to let go. After he'd recovered, Leon went next, and that was how they discovered Leo was a crier when under the influence. He sobbed all day, blubbering at the littlest things -- like when Mikey gave him soup, or Raph tripped and stubbed his toe in front of him, or while watching a Lou Jitsu movie with his family, etc. Once Leo could eat solid foods again, Donnie had his wisdom teeth removed. He'd been on the moon, wild and boisterous and incredibly susceptible; apparently his brothers had taken advantage of this and pranked him into believing that he'd been transformed into a majestic bird. Mikey's reaction was somewhat similar, he'd been very loopy but didn't talk as much. He hallucinated a few things, and was incredibly invested in everything that he was handed, everything felt like a new discovery.

Donnie smirks at the video playing, where Mikey is holding him loosely and rubbing his cheek across Donnie's face.

Tears start dripping off of his chin. He sniffles, rubbing his nose to keep the snot from getting on his keypad.

He needs to get back to work. He needs to make the fix for Michael...

It's been a rough couple of days for him. He feels like he's been neglecting poor Angelo, but this is for him! It's... it'll all be worth it in the end...

It was a huge step for him to admit that he couldn't figure it out on his own and needed help from Draxum. After all, he was the original mutator, he'd have some advice on the process, wouldn't he?

He'd taken a look at Donnie's samples and analysis of Mike's DNA, and had noted that the formulas they used to initiate the mutations were eerily similar to Draxum's oozesquitos. But they were missing key ingredients, specifically some mystic components and a certain action star's DNA remnants that helped to create the humanoid features and keep their sanity.

Which explained a few traits Mikey had been showing.

But Draxum gave some... rather disappointing insights as well. And Donnie has been considering these insights...

...He needs a quick break. Donnie walks out and grabs another coffee mixed with energy drink. The over-caffeinated beverage was outlawed by Splinter and Raph years ago, but Donnie busts out the contraband on special occasions where sleep must be avoided at all costs.

He roams aimlessly through the halls... well, that's not true. He has aim. He just feels lost as he walks to Mikey's room. He takes the jar of glowing purple slime and starts rubbing Mikey's head with it. Mikey moans in his sleep, saying something or other about a 'test'. Dee's not sure, he doesn't really hear it... he wanders out once the glow vanishes and Mikey absorbs the salve.

Donnie stumbles out of the room and past Raph and Leo's traincars. Raph sounds like he's doing something in his own room. Leo's traincar still hasn't been repaired yet, despite Dee's promises to fix the giant hole punched there by Raph months ago. The curtain is half-open, and he can see Leon pulling his striped pajama bottoms up as he gets ready for bed.

Donnie half wants to talk about what happened the other night. He knows they did 'art therapy' or something, but no one has told him what said therapy entailed. He doesn't like being kept out of the loop...

He takes a deep swig of his unholy caffeinated beverage and hisses from how it burns his throat. Ah well, he can ask them later. He has work to do.

Donnie meanders back into his labs, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 is waiting for him.

"Yo, dude! You got more of that sludge, huh?" he says as he hovers over Dee's shoulders.

"It's not 'sludge', S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., it's my life-giving antidote," Donnie corrects.

"Whatever you say, Donnie," the robot says with an eyeroll. "I guess this means another all-nighter?"

"...I have to find the cure," Donnie grumbles, plopping himself down in his chair with a slouch.

"That's three nights in a row, Dee," S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. nervously informs. "That's not exactly healthy, bro..."

"I'll be fine," Donnie argues impatiently. "I just... need to find... the fix..."

Raph went to check on Mikey after he realized that he forgot to administer the memory-sauce-thing.

He quickly goes into Mikey's room and starts massaging the purple goo onto Mikey's head. The little brother murmurs something in his sleep, his brow furrows softly. Mikey's grip on his blanket tautens. Raph wonders what memory Mikey is seeing now... he shrugs it off, giving Mikey a quick kiss goodnight and sauntering away. Raph doesn't usually wake up this late, but several days of stress have caused a grueling sleep schedule.

He takes up an old habit he started a few years ago, of checking in on his brothers when they sleep.

Mikey is fine. A bit tense in his sleep, but otherwise cucumber cool.

He looks in on Leo. His insomnia is as cruel as ever, and he's laying in bed reading comics.

Next is Donnie, and though Raph hopes for the best, he knows that the self-proclaimed genius is probably in his labs. He peeks into his room. The bed hasn't been slept in for days.

Dang it, Donnie.

"Don? Donnie? Yo, Dee, wake up."

Donnie wasn't asleep. Was he? His eyes were open, but... he wasn't paying attention.

Raph is shaking him by the shoulders. He looks concerned.

"Oh. Raphala. When, uh... when'd you get here?"

"A minute ago," he says softly as he examines Donnie's eyes. "You okay? You look like a vampire."

"I will be... I am fine," he groans, rubbing his fingers between his brows. "Just... you don't have to stay, you can leave..."

"Donnie, when was the last time you got any sleep?" Raph questions.

Shoot. Frick. Dang it. All the cuss words he's not allowed to say. Of course Raph would ask, and Donnie can't lie to save his life. It's even worse when he's sleep deprived.

"...Come back tomorrow, and we'll try to get to you at our earliest convenience..."

"Donnie. That isn't an answer."

"Okay, uh... I don't... I don't remember... I slept a little this morning."

Raph's Raph-Chasm furrows exponentially.

"Dee. Maybe we should take a break and give it a rest for tonight?"

"I can't," he says quickly, returning his focus to his work. "I have to finish this line of data..."

"It'll still be there tomorrow. But for now you're going to bed, mister."

"I CAN'T," Donnie hisses at him. "I have to fix this... and..."

"You can and you will," Raph says, pulling Donnie's chair away from the desk as a warning. The next threat is he will physically carry him over his shoulder to bed like a disobedient toddler. "Bedtime. Now."

"No, Raph, you don't understand, I-I can't do it..."

"Sure ya can, all ya do is lie down horizontally on a comfortable surface, preferably with a pillow and blanket --"

"I CAN'T DO IT!" Donnie suddenly explodes, slamming his fists down and smashing the keyboard, keys and buttons flying in all directions.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0. makes a digital yipe and flies under a desk to hide from his creator's tantrum. Raph takes a step back as Donnie's pale face goes red with anger and he continues to yell.

"I CAN'T DO IT, OKAY?! I've tried and tried, and I can't figure it out! I don't know how to cure him! I don't know how to fix Mikey!! Okay?! Is that what you want me to hear?! I can't do it, and I've been trying for days to understand it!!"

Raph pauses. He... he doesn't know what to say...

"...Oh, Donnie..."

"I'm... I'm trying," he whimpers, dejectedly resting his head against Raph's chest. "I've looked at it from every angle, and... it's just not possible..."

"What... whaddya mean?" Raph asks, hushed terror in his voice. "It has to be possible... right?"

"...It's merged with his DNA," Donnie explains tiredly. "The alternate genes have reconfigured his entire system to fit it. He's... evolved, for lack of a better term."

"Can't ya just... take it apart, piece by piece?"

"That's... that's not how DNA works," Donnie says, a little baffled by his brother's lack of knowledge. "DNA is so minute, so microscopic... trying to put something in is one thing, but taking something out? And something like genetic coding? That's... that's scientifically impossible... I can't just go into one cell and take it apart like a puzzle and then rearrange it again, it doesn't work like that. It wouldn't fix the whole body, it would just fix the one cell, in the best case scenario. Most likely scenario, it would destroy the cell. Worst case --"

"I don't wanna know worst case," Raph mumbles nervously. "Thanks, though. But... isn't there anything you can do?"

"...No... the one foreign DNA I think I could eradicate would be krang, but... that would kill him."

"Kill...?"

"Assuming he could survive the insurmountable pain of destroying parts of him like that, the krang DNA is the catalyst of the mutations. It's... like glue that holds the other mutations together properly. If I remove it... his DNA could fall apart. And, well, I won't tell you the ramifications of that happening, but it's bad. Really bad."

Raph steps back and sits on the floor. Donnie slumps into his chair, though he goes limp and slides down to the floor as well.

"I showed Draxum everything when he visited. He... he basically confirmed my suspicions. There's... nothing we can do to reverse the mutations. Maybe if we'd been able to get to him sooner, or... I dunno. I don't know. But... anything I try to do now... I can't."

Raph and Donnie sit in silence for a while.

Raph doesn't move. He watches Donnie, who sits and twiddles his thumbs.

Raph opens his mouth to say something --

Donnie bursts into tears. He just starts crying, still fidgeting with his hands as his shoulders shake and his eyes water and the tears drip down messily and slip off his scrunched-up face and plop against his knees.

Raph reaches over and pulls him in for a hug. Donnie doesn't object. In fact, he does the opposite and starts to climb into his brothers lap as he sobs. He wraps his arms around Raph, who gently starts stroking circles onto his shell.

"It's okay, Raph's got ya..."

"I-I tried so hard," Donnie whines. "I did everything I could t-to... I-I did, I did, I worked s-so haaaarrdd, Raaaph...."

"I know, Donnie, I know..."

"But nothing works! I failed him, I f-failed Mikey, I failed, failed, failed..."

"You didn't fail."

"I-I can't make the fix.... I can't fix it... I... I'm so sorry..."

Raph shushes him, resting his chin against his head.

"H-how am I gonna tell him?" Donnie whimpers. "Or Leo? Or Papa, or April... how can I face them? I promised him... I gave him my word, Raph, that I would fix him... and I can't. W-what am I gonna do?"

Raph sighs.

"...I dunno, Donnie. I don't know... but... for now... I think you need to give yourself a rest. You'll find a way to help him, I know you will. Even if it's small, even if you can't undo the trauma or the physical changes. You'll help him. But you can't do that if you don't let yourself have a break for sleep."

Raph hoists Donnie up and carries him out.

"I'll help you out in any way you need. We'll figure it out together."

Donnie gives a measly nod in response, allowing Raphael to carry him to bed.

Leo gets bored of just sitting in bed and reading comics. He tries watching videos on his phone. It palls after an hour.

Wait, did he give Mikey the memory salve?

Leo might as well give it to him now...

He quickly heads over and splashes some of the glowing goo on him. Mikey squirms and moans, his tail thrashes a few times. He looks uncomfortable... hang on...

Leo takes out his phone and texts the group chat.

LEO: HEY, DID ANYONE REMEMEMEMBER TO GIVE MIKEY THE BRAIN SLIME?

DONNIE: I DID.

RAPH: I DID

RAPH: WAIT WUT

CASEY: I GAVE IT TO HIM EARLIER WHEN HE WENT TO BED...

LEO: =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) AH GEEZ OK (ᵕ•_•)

RAPH: SO WAIT DID WE ALL JUST GIVE MIKEY HIS MEMORY SAUCE????????????????????!?

LEO: ...UH I PLEAD THE FIFTH

Leo looks down at his brother as he squirms uncomfortably in his hammock.

This... this'll be fine, right?

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