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hey queen i’m gonna ask politely for a part two of “high school rivals” i just need it in my life that was one of the best hawk fics i’ve read so mrs gorl do me a solid and write a part two! i will forever be in your debt!!!! anyways love you and all the stuff you’ve written!❤️❤️

highschool rivals, part two. eli moskowitz x reader

summary 📣: in which reader believes hawk is fucking with her when saying he does karate, but he won’t prove otherwise, no matter how much she begs.

warnings 🚫: swearing, drinking , also reader and miguel are only friends (i swear it’s not flirting), uhh

slater’s note 🗯: yuh, finally updated, sorry it took so long i’ve literally had no MOTIVATION but hey(love you bae thank you for giving me motivation to update)

part one, part two

the weekend reached faster than you thought it would, giving you no time to think out a plan on how to set hawk off.

maybe you should’ve just gotten over it, but the urge to egg him on, to watch him snap kept a provoking feeling in the inside of your stomach to keep planning.

you didn’t understand why, but something about hawk just fascinated you, made you obsessed with thoughts of him and what he could do to you.

and maybe the thought setting him off into a rage set you off into excitement of what he would do to you.

pinning you down, overpowering your strength just so he could win, anything and everything to show the dominance he had over you.

oh it was wrong, but so so fun to think about.

saturday morning hit you hard from a rough hangover resonating from the night before with mia and harper, a lot of drinking taking place due to it being harper’s birthday and all she wanted to do was watch old movies and drink till she blacked out.

and oh boy did she really black out.

and so did mia, leaving you up and alone with edward scissor hands playing in the background as your newly drunken mind searched through your phone for something entertaining.

someone entertaining.

your first choice, miguel, him being the first one to pop up on your recently snapped on snap chat.

y/n: i’m bored, come hang out w me

miguel: u drinking yet?

y/n: ye

miguel: i’d come but i’m w people

y/n: uh fuk yow

miguel: aren’t we hanging out tomorrow anyways

y/n: yeh but everyone’s aslep now

miguel: oh facts

eli wants to talk to you

your drunken self had rolled your eyes, sliding out of the chat and into hawk’s snap user who was already typing.

hawk: can i come over?

y/n: no

hawk: awh, why not princess

y/n: shut up

people who lie about being in karate don’t get to come to drinking parties

hawk: oh?

y/n: yeah now leve me alone

...

hawk: miss me yet?

it was like he knew how to play the game perfectly, a game that wasn’t even really a game. just teasing being held between two hormonal teens who made out a couple of times.

he knew exactly how to get into your mind which is why it didn’t take long before he had convinced you to allow him to sneak over to harper’s house, wearing a black hoodie that was draped over his head with miguel following right behind with glasses you had never seen on him before.

“you said you were with people,” you had narrowed your brows, looking over hawk’s shoulder at miguel who was still outside due to you blocking the way in through the sliding door.

his eyes connected to yours after slowly analyzing his surroundings as if something would pop out of the dark at any moment.

“yeah,” he jerked his head a bit, “i’m with lover boy here who convinced me to drive him five miles to a drunk birthday party at two in the morning.”

you studied miguel a bit more better, realizing he had slightly smears of acne cream on his cheeks and forehead, pulling together the glasses and pajama pants look. he seemed annoyed and tired, which made sense since it actually was two in the morning.

“hi,” your eyes drew away from miguel to hawk who smiled smoothly, his red hair peaking out from underneath his hood, dipping down into a form you had never seen it; flat.

“hi,” you replied, slightly shocked before being pulled in closer to him, his cold hands rubbing up and down your waist before peaking underneath your own hoodie.

his cool finger tips pressed into your hipbones, his fingernails slightly curving and breaking into your skin as he tried to get an even tighter hold on you. the pads of his thumbs rubbed up and down against the dips of your stomach as he continued to stare straight into your eyes, calmly.

“so, can we get this train moving or are we gonna stand in the doorway for the rest of the night?”

you couldn’t recall if you had gone anywhere farther than rubbing skin against skin with the boy or his lips pressing against your forehead biding you sweet dreams as he left before the rest of the morning could catch him. the alcohol eating away at all memories and events that had happened between two and five.

y/n: hey, can i head over?

miguel: yeah, eli should be there to let you in

the weekend had entailed a lot of hanging out, saturday implying drinking and just general talking in miguel’s apartment with robby, hawk, harper, and mia.

you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good idea to be drinking day after day but it was your teenage years, whats the worst that could happen?

“you’re early.”

you frowned watching the door open to only see hawk, his expression dead, almost like he was annoyed but he still let you in, leaving the apartment door wide open.

“where’s miguel?” you asked, stepping into the cool apartment from the roasting air, a feeling of relief settling on your skin as you were no longer cooking into a chicken in the hot sun.

“what do you mean?”

“well this is his apartment... right?” you looked around analyzing the small space. it was neat but there was some kind of atmosphere filling the air making the whole area dark.

you sat on the couch watching eli as he seemed to be rummaging around the kitchen, seemingly ignoring you by not answering your question.

“what’re you doing?”

“nothing.”

“wanna spar?”

he looks up, his eyes meeting dead in yours, “shut up.”

“okay...”

the apartment soon seems to fill with a silence quickly and rather awkwardly as you sat there, patting your lap with your hands, switching between each thigh as your mind raced.

do something.

but you didn’t think it was a good idea to do something, it had only been a minute into your arrival and he already seemed snappy.

it was then did you really wish you could remember everything that had happened the night before and as to why it was so suddenly awkward.

it didn’t make sense, he would always find something to talk about, that was one of the first things you had picked up on about him.

“you mad at me?”

“no,” he said it slowly, glancing over to you as you were already looking at him, how shifting your position on the couch.

“why’re you being weird.”

he laughed.

and then... ignored your question.

“what happened last night?”

he looked up from the counter again, you had noticed he was writing something down, making you guess he was doing his homework or something.

he also seemed annoyed, looking over once again to your doubtful state.

“you were drunk.”

“yeah, the killer headache i had this morning told me.”

“yeah...”

“why’re you being to fucking weird?”

“i’m not, jesus,” he snapped at you, his face screwing up with annoyance as well as slight confusion as to wondering why you were being so anxious.

“you seem mad, man.”

“well maybe if you shut-“

“i got the alc!” the sudden noise of the apartment door opened caused eli to cut himself off, looking over to the white chipped door open, revealing miguel and robby.

you clenched your jaw, looking away from the two boys and to the floor, thinking about the sentence hawk was about to spat in front of your face before interrupted.

shut up.

“you two good?”

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one day...

Hi, y’all! Sorry there’s been such a delay for Chapter 2. I’ve been super busy with school and dance and other activities and all that. Also, I decided about halfway through my original Chapter 2 that I was going to alternate between Virgil and Roman’s perspectives so I had to start a new chapter from scratch. But that means that now-Chapter 3 has already been started, so hopefully I’ll have it done by Friday this week!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: Some cursing and quick mentions of a possible fight/hospital. If you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 1,919

anyway, here it is!

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CHAPTER TWO

Roman Princeford is absolutely, completely, terribly humiliated. 

He can’t stop blushing in embarrassment, and it only makes it worse when the classes are boring and he can't stop his mind from drifting to that morning. Like now, for example. 

Stupid, stupid Roman, he chastises himself. Why didn’t you notice him there, you oblivious dumbass? 

He groans and buries his head in his hands. 

“Is something wrong, Roman?” the math teacher asks. “Do you need help?” Yes, but not the help you can give me, Roman thinks. He takes a breath and fixes a dazzling smile on. 

“No, Mrs. Perry, I’m doing fine! Thank you for your offer of assistance, however!” he exclaims in his usual lyrical way. Roman always makes an effort to seem like he’s reading off a script, especially one where there’s a heroic prince he can play. It always makes him feel better when he plays a part. Then, Roman can imagine that he is the character. The same qualities, traits, life, everything. 

He can ignore how stupid he is and pretend he’s a brave, dashing prince. The princes in stories would never have the problems Roman’s been having. 

Mrs. Perry walks off, rolling her eyes, not without fondness, and Roman turns back to his math. Shoving his mind out of fantasy, he tries to solve the problems. It seems like he’s gotten nowhere by the time the bell rings. Throwing his paper into his bag, he hurries out of the room. 

“Heya, Roman!” Patton Hart, his best friend, calls through the throng of people. Roman slows down so Patton can catch up. “How ya doing?”

“Uhh, Patton, I am a disaster!” Roman proclaims. “You’ll never guess what happened this morning!”

“Oh no! What did you do this time?” Patton asks jokingly as they enter the classroom. History is one of the few classes they have together, so they always walk from fifth period there. 

“I was telling a story, a great one, mind you, and knocked over a poor, innocent student!” Roman throws down his bag next to his seat and plops into the hard plastic chair. “I didn’t mean to, I swear. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was who I hit!” Pausing for dramatic effect, Roman finishes, “It was Virgil! I knocked over Virgil Tempest!”

Patton’s mouth forms a small ‘o’. He starts to laugh, but after seeing how embarrassed Roman is, he stops and places a hand on his shoulder. “What did he say?”

“Nothing much. Just some mumble-jumble. But now I can’t stop thinking about him! I didn’t get a single thing done in math! It’s terrible, Patton. My entire life is all going to go downhill from here! I’ll become ineligible for the play because I’m failing all my classes! I won’t be able to graduate, and then I’ll have to work.” He shudders. “That’s it! I’m done for. I’ll never accomplish anything!” He collapses back against the chair for dramatic effect. He knows he’s being very extra, but honestly, what else does anyone expect at this point? He’s Roman Princeford, after all. 

If only I were the brave, loud, daring person the whole school thinks I am.

“Woah, woah, woah there buddy!” Patton comforts. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You aren’t going to fail high school. You just gotta tell him how you feel! Then you won’t have to worry about it anymore!”

Roman looks at Patton in shock.

“Tell him how I feel?” Patton nods, encouraging. Roman sits back up. “And make a fool of myself yet again? No thank you! He hates me, you know that! I’d be better off flunking high school! How could I look into those beautiful brown eyes in that beautiful face and tell him I had a crush on him! Impossible, I say! Impossible!” He throws out his hands, but then remembers that the exact same movement started this whole thing. Quickly, his hands fall back to his sides.

Patton chuckles. “It’s not as hard as you think, Ro-ro! You’ll do great. And I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.” Roman sighs. “Hey, why don’t you—”

“Boys in the back,” the history teacher says, shooting a look at Roman and Patton, “it’s time for class. Pay attention please.” They both nod at turn away from each other and towards the board. 

Roman doesn’t pay attention to a single word of the lecture. All he can think about is Virgil’s freckles and his eyes and his lips and his laugh, which Roman had only heard briefly while walking past him but loved nonetheless. How come I’ve never noticed that Virgil had freckles before? he wonders. Goddammit, is that boy just going to keep getting more and more amazing? 

Roman chuckles to himself, thinking, Oh my god, I’m so gay. Deciding he should probably start listening to what the teacher is saying, he shoves any and all thoughts of Virgil from his mind and fills the gaps with information about the buildup to World War 1.  

After class, Patton rushes up to him. He pulls Roman to the side of the hallway in a little nook where the row of lockers end. 

“After school, you should come with me to this coffee shop,” Patton says, a little smile on his face. Roman knows that smile. He’s up to no good. 

“Why?” His voice rises with suspicion at the end of the word. 

“My lab partner, Logan Wise, you know him, said that we should meet up to work on our project after school.” A blush rises to Patton’s cheeks causing Roman to smirk as he figures it out. 

“Someone’s got a cru-ush,” Roman teases, voice sing-songy and laughing. 

“That’s not the point,” Patton says, blushing even harder. 

“Fine.” Roman lowers his voice to a whisper. “But you can’t hide it from me. I’m the love whisperer, remember?” Throughout their years of high school, Roman had been responsible for setting up many couples. It’s gotten to a point where almost every day, he has someone walk up to him, asking him to help set them up with whoever their crush happens to be. 

“Well, maybe I have a crush, but so do you. And you do know who Logan’s best friend is, right?” Patton responds, that same mischievous smile. Roman chuckles, looking around in a fond mix of exasperation and amusement. 

“Virgil,” he finally says. Patton’s smile grows wider. “Look, I told you. I can’t talk to him. I’ll just make a fool of myself!”

“Fine,” Patton says. “Suit yourself.” He pats Roman on the shoulder and starts to walk away. Before he’s completely out of sight, he turns and yells, “Just think about it, okay?” Roman rolls his eyes at his friend’s shameless attempts to set him up and heads to choir. 

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Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Roman shuts his locker with a bang. He joins the flood of people heading towards the front doors. He spills out of the school and heads towards his car. Once he’s only a few yards away, he unlocks the doors and dumps his things inside the passenger door. After waving to a few other kids on their way out that he knows, he gets into the driver’s side.

Alone, finally, Roman allows himself to drop the fake smile. Ugh, you goddamn idiot. How did you not notice him there? Now he hates you even more. Good going, Roman! Love whisperer, yeah right.

If only I could just talk to him…

Shoving his embarrassment and frustration aside, he starts the car and pulls out of the school, heading home. His route home winds its way through the downtown streets. Roman is so used to driving the same streets, he’s startled to notice something unordinary. 

A few cars ahead of him is Patton’s silver car. What is he doing over here? Patton lives on the opposite side of downtown as Roman, and while the town is relatively small, it’s still strange. Roman is sure he’s never seen Patton drive this way home before. 

Turning onto 4th Street, Roman watches Patton, now directly ahead of him, park in an open spot in front of one of the little shops lining the street. The sign above says “The Sanders Cafe” in swirly cursive lettering. A decal of a little cupcake sitting next to a cup of coffee accompanies it. 

Oh, right, Roman remembers. Patton and Logan were meeting up to work on their chemistry thingy. 

And Virgil is probably going to be there. No matter how much he tries to block the thought, it still shows up. Roman has tried to get Virgil out of his mind, but it never works. He always pops up when Roman least expects it. Frankly, Roman finds it quite frustrating. 

Lost in thought, Roman turns one intersection too early. “I guess I’ll just go around the block,” he sighs. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to crashing when he got home. The detour would only cost about 5 minutes but still. Annoying.

Roman’s phone buzzes in the center console while he’s waiting to turn back onto 4th Street, the one with the cafe on it. One quick glance down at it tells Roman it’s from Patton. Checking the road to make sure he has the time, he looks back to read what it says. 

“Patton…” he groans. 

“I think you should come to the cafe with me. I’m waiting outside. Just give it a chance, kiddo!” reads the text message. However much Roman would like to deny it, he does want to go with Patton. On impulse, he finds a parking spot and pulls in. Patton is parked a few spots down, still sitting in his car. He hasn’t noticed Roman yet, and Roman’s glad for that. 

“Come on, Roman,” he says, trying to give himself a pep talk. “Think about what a prince would do. He’d charge in there without a second thought. It wouldn’t matter what would happen because it would be in the name of love. You got this. What’s the worst that could happen, besides Virgil hating the sight of you so much he instantly fights you the second he sees you and you lose and have to go to the hospital and become the laughing stock of the school because while under anesthesia you admit your feelings for Virgil and now everyone knows and—”

A knock on the driver’s side window cuts Roman’s worrying off. When Roman looks up, he sees Patton’s grinning face. The other boy waves enthusiastically and gives him a thumbs up. 

You got this. Be a prince, Roman. It’s in your name, after all. Taking a deep breath and clenching his fists in determination, Roman grabs his phone off the console and double checks to make sure he has his wallet. 

Patton practically assaults him the moment he steps outside the car, talking in a rapid stream of words, but Roman can’t hear anything over the ever-increasing beating of his heart. They walk up to the front door, Patton ahead of Roman, still rambling about something from foods class. 

The moment they walk in, the little silver bell dinging above them, Roman forgets all his worries because there Virgil is, sitting in a booth with another boy, — Logan, probably — his hair falling in front of his face, teeth gnawing on his lip in concentration and Oh god, that boy is beautiful. 

And then Virgil looks up at them, and Roman swears he can feel his heart drop all the way to the ground.

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PRIDE DRABBLES

Be me: Get bored and then write a bunch of drabbles trying to get over writers block and make them all gay cause Pride.

Summary: A collection of BNHA drabbles revolving around Izuku and various sexualities or gender identities. Various pairings.

Asexual

 It’s nothing. Or well it’s nothing he likes to talk about. He and Fumikage have been dating for about three months, and it’s amazing. They cuddle and watch movies and have great dates together. It’s wonderful and perfect for both of them.

 The only thing is when people (mostly the guys) bring up sex. They’re curious. Super curious. Izuku gets it- or well he gets the questions about kissing. 

 “Can you guys kiss?” Kaminari asked when they had been dating for a week. “I mean he’s got a bird head.”

 “No, but we’re fine with other means.” Izuku has said and left it at that. Fumikage could run his hands through his hair or nuzzle him and Izuku could do similar things. They didn’t care that they couldn’t kiss.

 But well there was the fact they wouldn’t stop asking. About sex that was. 

 “Bet you two get wild.”

 “Is it like a threesome with Dark Shadow?”

 “How far have you gone?” 

 It made Izuku want to scream. 

 He cuddled closer to Fumikage, trying to get the thoughts out of his head, placing his head right under his boyfriend’s chin. He felt exhausted after training yesterday and just wanted to nap.

 “Getting lucky tonight?” Teased a voice and Izuku wanted to groan as he burrowed into Fumikage a bit tighter. Damn it why did it have to be Kaminari? He wouldn’t let it go. “All cuddly and shit?”

 “No,” Fumikage said bluntly. 

 “To sore? Yesterday sucked.”

 “No,” Fumikage said in reply.

 “What?! But neither of you are girls and insisting on waiting for it!” Kaminari said, earning a slap from Jirou. The rest of the class had slowly started looking over to them, drawn by the commotion. Some looked curious while one of two just looked annoyed.

 “It’s none of your business,” Fumikage said shortly. 

 “He is most certainly right!” Iida spoke up stiffly. “Kindly leave them alone!” They did but they still got some looks. Izuku didn’t mind. 

 He’d known he was asexual for a while. It just wasn’t something he wanted to bring up to others just yet. Especially since Fumikage wasn’t asexual and Izuku didn’t want to deal with personal questions about that. 

 Izuku loved Fumikage. He really did, it was just sex made him go: NOPE. And back off. Fumikage acknowledged it and moved on. He told Izuku that while he was interested, sex to him wasn’t an actual need in a relationship. He compared it to a second helping of dessert. You didn’t need it but you would like it. 

 Izuku smiled, cuddling into his boyfriend. 

 He had a great one. 

Bisexual

 When Ochako and Izuku broke up no one really thought much of it. Sure they were upset a bit because it seemed like they were a great couple but no one thought much. It was high school. People broke up all the time. 

 It was only when Ochako got caught making out with Tsu and Izuku was caught kissing Tenya that people started talking.

 “Are they gay and just figuring it out?” Asked Mina as she watched Ochako and Tsu cuddle while Izuku blushed like a fire truck as Tenya actually picked him up to stop him from going out and training again after he’d worked out that morning. 

 “Were they each other’s beards?” Muttered Hanata, also watching.

 “Or it could be because we’re both bisexual!” Ochako called out to them. Both blushed.

 Okay yeah, could be that.

Trans

 He didn’t want to change in the locker room. Not in front of everyone.

 It was stupid. It was so stupid. He had been on puberty blockers and hormones for years. He had no chest really and wore a binder mostly for his own benefit. 

 But he stood there and didn’t want to change. His hands shook a bit as he tried to breathe and tried to think. Okay, if he faced away from everyone they wouldn’t notice but he did have to take off his binder and that could lead to questions about why he had one… 

 “Hey,” a voice said and he jumped, turning to see the blonde with the black lightning bolt in his hair. The boy pointed further into the locker room. “Change rooms are that way if you want.” Izuku froze. Oh shit, was he not passing? How did- “whoa, hey it’s okay. Just thought you looked uncomfortable. I am to with getting changed in front of others.”  The boy grinned and nodded, leaving Izuku to stare after him before a grin spread across his face.

 That was… really nice of him. Izuku felt his face heat up a bit and quickly went to get changed.

 Whatever their teacher wanted had to be important.

Gay

 Izuku coughed as Uraraka looked at him hopefully. He could tell half the class was watching as he tried to react to her confession. 

 “Uh…” he felt really awkward and by the look on her face, she knew it. “Uraraka… you’re a great friend. I do care about you but…” he looked even more awkward as he tried to politely say it. She was shaking her head, looking accepting when the classroom door opened and a purple-haired boy stepped in. 

 “Babe,” Hitoshi called out. “You’re late.” 

 “One second Hitoshi-“ Izuku began but stopped and then coughed as Uraraka jumped in surprise. “Sorry… but I’m…” he motioned to Hitoshi who looked confused.

 “Oh… so uhhh… no chance at all?” Izuku shook his head.

 “None. Even if I wasn’t dating him sorry…”

 “No, no it’s fine.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’m… probably going to go eat a bunch of ice cream so… have fun?”

 “Uhh yeah sorry.” Izuku quickly went to grab his boyfriend’s hand and drag him out of there, blushing. Hitoshi blinked.

 “She asked you out? Izuku you’re gayer than I am.”

 “Apparently I don’t look it,” Izuku shrugged before Hitoshi suddenly smiled. A smile that sent shivers down Izuku.

 “Well let’s fix that…” 

 It was going to be a very nice date.

Genderfluid 

 One thing about Bakugou that Izuku actually liked was that the first time she had worn the girl uniform at middle school he’d punched someone in the face who called her a slur. Those sort of thoughts had mostly died out with Quirks. After all- when someone could breathe fire or turn into a giant or anything who cared if your neighbour was kissing the same gender or about what was going on down there.

 Still, it was common enough that Izuku had been nervous. At least until the guy was punched in the face. 

 Bakugou may have stopped being her friend years ago but he did not stand for that crap. 

 Izuku had been genderfluid for years it was just only in teenage years was the draw to a girl’s skirt was something the green teen felt. As a kid, it was more fun to run around and get dirty. She had worn the skirt plenty of times on girl days and even on occasion on a boy day.

 But… she hadn’t yet worn it to UA. It was stupid, she knew that. The grape asshole had been thrown out of UA after the third day, and she knew one of her classmates was trans. No one cared but…

 Well, it was stupid.

 “Ah! Mademoiselle-“ a voice said and she turned to see Aoyoma standing there. He blinked. “Ah! Midoriya… what perchance are your pronouns for the day?” She felt something in her heat ease.

 “She her.” She explained, smiling. He bowed and reached for her hand, she let him take it, feeling her cheeks flush as he kissed it, grinning at her in an attempt to make her smile. It worked as her smile grew more.

 “Allow me to escort you to class!” He bowed and she giggled, taking his arm and letting him walk her to their class. Everyone did look up and saw them walk in but no one really reacted other than blinking and shrugging. Iida did ask for pronouns but other then that life went on. 

 Mostly. 

 Izuku did find herself often hanging around a blonde French-Japanese teen after that…

Lesbian

 Izuku did not react to seeing Uncle Shou being the one teaching him. He managed to contain his surprise mostly. (Mostly) He was lucky that Bakugou didn’t say a single thing though he figured it was from the verbal lashing he’d gotten when they were ten and Izuku’s mom had started dating her girlfriend who had brought various pro-heroes into their lives and who had all ganged up to give a very firm discussing to the boy about his actions. 

 Izuku firmly did not react when he glanced at the syllabus and saw his mama would be teaching them. He firmly did not react to Tenya awkwardly trying not to react himself to the various names and people they knew. 

 He would not let it get out his mama was a pro hero and he had uncles who were and that he knew the entire UA staff who had all learned about One for All and had roasted the fuck out of All Might. He wanted a normal school life!

 And then the door opened and his moms came into the classroom.

 Izuku let his head drop into the desk, groaning while Bakugou groaned and Tenya winced in sympathy.

 “Midnight-“ Uncle Shou began but Kayama interrupted him.

 “SHOUTA I AM ENGAGED!” That got Izuku’s head snapping up.

 “WHAT? MOM?!? MAMA?!?” Both women turned and beamed before Inko rushed over to hug him. 

 “I’m getting married honey!” Kayama ran over to hug him to, the three smiling.

 “Congrats. We’re in the middle of-“ Uncle Shou tried but Kayama snorted.

 “Please Shouta, it’s the first day and usually they’re gone in thirty minutes. We’re kidnapping our son to go to the courthouse.” 

 “Courthouse?” Izuku asked. Inko snorted.

 “I tried the fancy wedding and then your father decided to run off after I nearly threw him through a window for hitting me and trying to hit you. No fancy wedding needed here!”

 “You are also super gay and your parents forced you into it as a Quirk marriage.” Kayama pointed out. Inko gave a shrug, acknowledging her point. 

“Well, whatever the reason- come on honey! We got Hizashi as a witness and need to grab someone else…”

 “I think Thirteen-“ Kayama began in a taunting voice but Shouta snapped the book he’d been reading from closed. 

“Class dismissed for the day.” 

 Izuku snorted while his moms laughed, happy his mom was getting her happy ending.

Aromantic

 He’d never thought about getting married and having a family. It was always hero course, being a hero, being the best her could be. Romance had never factored into his thoughts. Sure he found people attractive and he supposed he’d always assumed that the feelings would turn romantic or whatever but he’d never… thought about t.

 Izuku had always been a little put off by all the romance in everything. Why did a cartoon about All Might punching people need a romance subplot between side characters? Why were papers focused on heroes’ love lives? Why did people care who was kissing who? There were more important things than romance!

 It followed him through his high school career. He just didn’t get it even as people began dating. It was just… so weird and confusing. Sure he found people attractive and had some… thoughts about some of them but he just didn’t see the point of dating.

 It eventually came to him researching. It always did. He dug into various sexualities and romantic statuses. That was how he discovered what he was.

 Aromantic. He still felt sexual desire but the actual romantic part didn’t do anything for him. He felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and had focused more on his studies. He even found that while excessive romance made him gag he didn’t mind romantic stories that were done well. Even if he felt sometimes there was no need for them.  

 He didn’t pay much attention to the change of time and didn’t see much point in telling people until one day he went to class and found students all wearing pins. 

 “Deku!” Ochako chirped. “Happy Pride!” Izuku blinked and looked around to see people wearing pins showing various sexualities or gender identities. “Want a pin?” Something about how she said it made Izuku blink but in a split second he smiled and turned to Momo who was waiting. 

 “Hey, can I get an aromantic pin?” Momo blinked but smiled and nodded. Izuku didn’t notice some faces as he pinned the pin to his jacket, a half-smile on his face as others cheered.

 It was nice. 

 Better then romance any day.

#bnha #my hero academia #tokodeku #shindeku #aoyodeku #i don't know the ship name #iideku #ochadeku #midnight/inko #pride #pride 2020 #transgender #trans #trans character #genderfluid character #drabbles #my writing #bnha au

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 3 Repeating the Past - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Sunlight shown through the slit of your curtain. You groggily opened your eyes, still a little sore and hazy from your deep sleep. You pressed the button to open your curtains, looking out onto the ship dock. Early morning. You looked over to your clock. 6:43 am. You wanted to go back to sleep so badly. But you had to start your day now or you’ll never leave Mars today. You were going to wait a little bit for Faye. You’ll just put her in the back of your mind until the time is right. 

You threw the covers back and sat up. You looked down and realized that you were still in your clothes from the night before. Even your shoes were on. 

“Ew..” you said. You quickly took off your shoes and socks, becoming incredibly uncomfortable about how hot and sweaty your feet were. As you walked to the bathroom, you saw in the mirror that even your makeup was still on. You groaned in disgust. 

Was I really that tired last night? You thought. You grabbed some towels and turned the shower head on. As you waited for the water to warm up, you began to replay the events of last night. For a minute, you forgot about Faye, and thought only about your conversation with Mr. Spiegel. It felt odd for you to still remember your conversation. You remembered every single thing you said. You cringed. What if you said something stupid? It was definitely not your intention to be edgy, but god, it all came out that way. You physically began to cringe, biting your lip and scrunching your face. 

Okay, okay but what if..you thought, He was trying to be edgy too? Oh. You haven’t thought of that. Maybe he was trying to impress you. That could be the case. You waved away your thoughts and hopped into the shower. You’ll wait until later to go back and cringe some more. 

- 

Three weeks later on Mars, you finally caught someone. The reward was definitely not as big as Faye, but enough for two weeks. The criminal in mind was wanted for the murder of his family, and some other unfortunate souls who got caught up in his mess. But it was so easy to catch him, he was practically wearing a “catch me” on his head. 

After you collected the money, you decided to get something to eat. You were starving from not eating all day, and started to feel cranky. You were thankful that you were hangry but with money this time. You looked around for places to eat, and found a diner right next to the ship dock. This could be your little hangout anytime you wanted to come back, you thought. The diner reminded you of the one back in your neighborhood. A little shady, a little scary, but for you, your happy place. You remembered the owner Lou, who took you in and at least tried to straighten you out. But you’re not going to go down that dark road now. 

A few people sat inside, talking and reading the newspaper. You took a seat at the bar, swirling around on the chair. One of the waitresses stopped mid conversation and came over to you. 

“What can I get you to drink?” she asked, her fingertips already tapping in front of you impatiently. 

“Coffee, please.” you replied. Before you could finish, she was off to get you your cup. You sighed in annoyance. It wouldn’t hurt to be nice for a minute. You peeked around the diner, looking at the patrons exchange curious glances at you. You turned back, taking a sip from your recently poured cup. You weren’t offended or surprised by their stares. Some people haven’t seen anybody that looked like you, since some barely leave their home planet. 

The waitress finally came back. “Have you decided what you wanted?” 

You picked up the menu, still looking at it. “Umm.. let me get the-” 

Before you could get your order out, a loud commotion was taking place outside. You shot a look to see a familiar face was causing all that noise. Fists flying, newspapers and trash thrown all over the place. Spike grabbed the man and squished his face against the glass in an attempt to restrain him. Surprised patrons moved away from the window, backing up towards the bar. For you, it was the complete opposite. You chuckled and flashed Spike a smile. He looked up, and gave a small wave. Huge mistake. The man turned around and punched Spike straight in the jaw. It was a good enough hit to send the fluffy haired bounty hunter to fly back and land on his ass. The man bolted down the street, cash trailing behind him. Spike quickly got onto his feet and followed suit. You threw a few coins down on the counter. 

“Thanks for the coffee!” you said as you headed towards the door. 

“But what about my tip?!” the waitress griped at you. 

“Fuck you and your tip!” you replied. Guess you won’t make this place your hangout. 

You managed to catch Spike chasing the man around the block. You started that way, weaving through people to catch up. People flew by, shouting obscenities at you for shoving past them. It seemed like forever until you caught sight of them again at a no end alley. You gasped as you saw the man and Spike pointing their gun at each other. 

“Y-you don’t have the b-b-balls.” the man shakily sputtered out, his gun rattling in his hand. 

“Try me. I guess you had some, but not for long.” Spike smirked, “Times up, Lee. It ends here.” 

“N-no it doesn’t! You think y-you’re so clever, I-I’ll prove you wrong!” Lee sobbed, shoving his gun in Spike’s face. He didn’t flinch, which you weren’t all that surprised at. 

“I-i’m not playing, shithead!” Lee wailed, pointing his gun to the air. A single gunshot rang out, scaring off the birds on top of the building. Spike’s smirk turned into a fine line. He looked more annoyed than scared. 

“I’m not either.” He shrugged, ”Kill me and you’ll be in the pen for life.” Spike said, his gaze unwavering. 

You got the butt of your gun and smacked him on the back of his head. You watched him fall over, and then back up at Spike. His eyes were squinty. He was not happy. 

“What? I did you a favor. You should be happy.” you said as you stepped over Lee’s body.  

“But I’m the one who should get the satisfaction to do that!” he retorted, his hands on his hips, tapping his toe. You giggled, covering your mouth. 

“Oh, so what’s so funny?” he muttered, putting his gun into his holster. 

“Hands on your hips, tapping your abnormally large feet. I would say you look very much like someone’s mother.” you replied. Spike rolled his eyes, bending over to inspect the unconscious outlaw. 

“Speaking of which,” you cleared your throat, “you know what they say about large.. nevermind.” 

Spike glanced up at you, biting his lip. “No, no. By all means, tell me.” he smirked. 

You started out so confident, now look at you. 

“You see, uhh.. I mean, it means..” you caught Spike’s gaze and laughed. 

Spike felt his cheeks starting to warm up, but he immediately put his head down so you couldn’t see. 

“Alright, alright.” he smiled, tying Lee’s hands behind his back. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” Heavy footsteps ran up behind you. You turned to see a large man with a distinctive scar over his eye. 

“Proud of you, Spike.” the man called out. “No damage this time, which means?” 

“No damage cost, so we can keep every bit of the bounty!” Spike smiled. 

Jet nodded his head, grunting in agreement. “And it's going to be a good one too. If we play it right, It will last us a month.” 

“We’re going to be eating good tonight.” Spike said, lifting Lee over his shoulder. 

“Excuse me ma’am.” Jet smiled, turning towards you, extending his hand, “I’ve seem to have lost my manners. My name is Jet, and you are?” 

“Y/N, no-” you started. 

“No last name, Spike had told me. Matter of fact, he has been talking about you non-stop.” Jet grinned. 

You glanced at Spike, who had now turned around, shooting glares at Jet. “That’s not true.” 

“Oh please! Anytime we head out for anything, poor thing is looking for your ship.” Jet replied. 

All you could do is smile and just shake your head, but inside, your heart was jumping around your ribcage like a bouncy ball. By now, Spike was already out of the alley way, huffing and puffing on the sidewalk. 

“Is he always like this?” you asked Jet, trying to keep up with his normal walking speed. 

“Moody? Yes. But actually..” he glanced at Spike, who continued walking, and leaned over, “I’ve never seen him moody about a girl before.” 

“I’m sure there were some other girls before?” you spoke quietly. 

“There was one. But he only told me once and told me to never speak of her again. I just think he’s trying to forget, or he doesn’t want the past to repeat itself, you know?” he replied. 

“Yeah.” you said curtly. “I do have a question though?” 

“Tell me, little lady.” Jet half-smiled, his arms crossed. 

“Will Faye be joining us?”  

- 

AN: nothing really to say this week but that I’m working on some new chapters and that life is calming down. Stay safe! 

#spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #90s anime #spike spiegel x reader #jet black #faye valentine #ein #radical edward #adult swim #toonami #life is but a dream

[dweetwise]

Jeff ADOPTING THE LEGION! Like the glitch of 4 killers spawning and 1 survivor. The legion gets to have races and be stupid(er) for a match. Frank shows off how to totally do a gen!

[anon gets it. this was super fun to write, hope you enjoy!]

just legion being brats and jeff being a dad. some references to this ask!

Jeff babysits the Legion: ficlet

Jeff is in the middle of rolling up some bandages for his med-kit, waiting for the others to arrive at the pre-trial campfire. When the familiar smoky tendrils start creeping up his legs, he looks around with a frown on his face; nope, still just him. He’s reminded of the last time the Entity decided to start a trial with less than four survivors, and he groans in annoyance, hoping he doesn’t have to put up with three grizzlys this time.

When Jeff opens his eyes, he’s in the middle of Mt. Ormond's snowy grounds and predictably, he’s alone; not the most promising start. He reluctantly makes his way to the lodge, keeping a lookout for angry bears. With no heartbeat in earshot, Jeff crouches by the generator and gets to work, but as soon as the first piston starts moving, he realizes he has company.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here!” one of the Legion, he thinks Julie, sneers at him from the second floor, leaning cockily against the railing. “Man oh man, you came to the wrooong place,” a man in a skull mask comes up beside her, spinning his knife in a threatening manner. That must be Joey. “We’re gonna gut you like a pig,” Julie says, spitting out the word as she starts making her way down the stairs, sliding down the banister like an unruly child.

Jeff sighs and gets up on his feet. One of the Legion brats he can deal with, but two? Better to just get this over with.

“How are you both here?” Jeff asks, undisturbed by Julie getting right up in his face. “Not a very fair match, if you ask me.” “'Both’? You don’t know the half of it,” Joey snickers, probably sharing a knowing look with Julie; it’s hard to tell with the masks. Jeff is about to ask him to elaborate, when a sharp pain flares up his shoulder. “Oops, sorry!” a third member of the Legion--Susie, the one with braces, says from behind him, retracting the knife from his shoulder. “What’s a little stabby-stab between old friends, huh?” “I preferred when you paid me with beer, not stabs,” Jeff grits out through the pain, glancing at the faded mural he made for the group’s hangout what feels like a lifetime ago. “Ooh, he’s funny!” Julie mocks, gripping her knife better. “Don’t worry, you’ll scream soon enough,” she says, raising her hand. “That’s enough,” a familiar voice interrupts them and Julie lowers her hand without hesitation. Jeff sees Frank walk down the stairs with an annoying cocky swagger, Joey not far behind him. “How nice of you to intervene,” Jeff says to the group’s leader, trying to tone down his sarcasm. 

He’s always thought the Legion kids were nice enough on their own, becoming sort of an annoying hive mind when together, but Frank is by far the worst offender, turning into an insufferable asshole when he is with his little gang.

“Fatty,” Frank acknowledges him, making Julie snort. Jeff rolls his eyes at the juvenile humor. “Dude, what are you doing?” Joey questions. “Just kill him.” “One,” Frank begins, lifting his index finger. “This one’s the least dipshit survivor--not that that’s saying much. Two, as long as he’s alive, we can keep hanging out in the trial. And three--” Frank surges towards Joey, slamming him against a pillar and holding his knife against the other’s throat. “Don’t you dare fucking question me again or I’ll throw you on a hook and leave you to rot.”

Joey holds up his arms in surrender and Frank eventually lowers the knife, still leaning over the other teen menacingly. The air is tense with the threat of violence, and even Julie shifts awkwardly on her feet.

“Oooh!” Susie suddenly exclaims. “Was he the one who helped you when you were a baby survivor?” she asks cheerily, pointing at Jeff and innocently cocking her head.

As Frank sputters something unintelligible, clearly embarrassed, and Julie and Joey snicker to themselves, Jeff feels the tension fade and he can’t help but let out an amused huff of his own.

“I saved him! From a--from a fucking bear!” Frank eventually manages to stammer out. Jeff just smiles knowingly, and feels Frank’s stare digging holes into him as if daring him to bring up the events of their last trial together.

As it turns out, the Legion aren’t too bothered by keeping Jeff around so they can stay in the trial to fuck around. At first, they have a race along the long wall of the cabin, with Joey winning each one, until Jeff comes up with an idea.

“Why don’t I throw down some pallets and mark a couple windows, make an obstacle course for you guys?” “That sounds like fun!” Susie beams, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands in excitement. “Whatever, I’ll still kick all your asses!” Joey boasts.

Jeff throws together a makeshift obstacle track around the shack side of the map, before giving a countdown to the bunch of unusually focused teens standing in a neat row. On his command, they take off in a frenzy, sprinting to the first window. It takes approximately five seconds for the fighting to start.

“You’re blocking me, asshole!” “Frank broke the pallet!” “Cheater!” “JUUDGE!!” Julie’s annoyed whine has Jeff make his way over to the commotion. He sees Frank on the ground, laughing hysterically while Susie is on top of him and is slapping him with his own mask, with Joey standing next to them, sulking. Julie turns to Jeff and angrily points at the remains of a pallet and Frank’s iridescent button on his jacket. “Frank, you’re disqualified,” Jeff says. “It was just a prank, bro!” Frank laughs while shielding himself from Susie’s wrath.

The three remaining Legion members redo the race, with Julie winning by a landslide. She’s in the middle of boasting to an annoyed Joey, when Frank’s face, now maskless, lights up.

“Bet you guys don’t know how to repair a gen!” “Uhh, yeah, ‘cause we’re not a bunch of pussy survivors?” Joey says, not eager at the idea. “I think someone’s scared of losing. Again,” Frank eggs on. “Oh you’re on.”

Jeff ends up teaching the other three how to repair the machine while Frank just shows off and gives obnoxious comments at the others’ failures. Surprisingly, Susie eventually comes out on top, seeming to be the best mechanic out of the four.

“How are you so good at this?” Julie asks, zapping herself on the wires again. “It’s like a puzzle! Super easy!” Susie beams. “Yeah?? Well try to do it when a bear is on its way to eat you!” Frank argues, clearly annoyed at having been bested.

When the group leaves the generator, the four teens stop dead in their tracks and turn to look at something between two rocks. Jeff hears the familiar sound of echoing winds before he sees the hatch. Huh, he hadn’t even considered the fact it would have been open from the very start of the trial, seeing as he’s the only survivor. He could jump in right now and leave, or one of the killers could kick it shut, starting the two-minute endgame timer. Either way, the Legion’s time together (and his time with them, he reluctantly admits) would be cut short.

“You guys want to make a bonfire?” Jeff suggests, pretending not to notice the collective relief in the kids’ postures at his suggestion. “I doubt the hatch is going anywhere for a while.” “I saw some marshmallows in the lodge!” Susie exclaims.

Frank gathers some rubble for the fire, while Joey helps Jeff carry two couches up on a small hill and Susie and Julie find some marshmallows and blankets in the lodge.

“This is nice,” Susie says later, huddled up in a blanket, sitting between Joey and Jeff and looking up dreamily at the starry sky, fire crackling in front of her with four discarded masks next to it. “These taste like shit and the stars are fake as fuck,” Frank says, spitting out the roasted marshmallow and leaning back on the couch in annoyance. “Well, it’s the nicest we’ve had since we got here,” Susie says quietly, nibbling on her own marshmallow and pulling the blanket tighter around herself. “Susie’s right, lighten up,” Julie says, seemingly elbowing Frank under their shared blanket. “It’s been a fun day.” “Yeah, uh. Thanks, man,” Joey mumbles, and it takes Jeff a second to realize the man is addressing him. “Yess! Thanks for this awesome day Jeff!” Susie says, smile back on her face and actually leaning over to give Jeff a cute half-hug. “And, uh... sorry for stabbing you.” “Nothing a few bandages couldn’t fix,” Jeff says and gives the girl an encouraging pat on her back. “Feel free to come hang out whenever,” Julie says. “Yeah, Frank was right. You’re pretty cool,” Joey says. “I never said that!” Frank, predictably, denies. “But. You know. What she said. About hanging out,” he mutters, awkwardly looking away and gesturing at Julie. “Sure. This has been a nice change of pace. Maybe next time we can spray paint more of the lodge,” Jeff suggests with a small smile. “That would be so cool!” Susie beams. “You do realize we’re still gonna kill you in trials though?” Joey points out. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”

When Jeff finally, and a little reluctantly, makes his way out through the hatch, he finds an obscene amount of bloodpoints waiting for him outside of the trial. There’s also a note, with messy symbols scrawled in an unintelligible language that he can inexplicably read--ah, a note from the Entity. He barks out a hearty laugh as he makes out the contents of the note: “Babysitting bonus: +100 000 BP”.

#jeff johansen #dbd legion #frank morrison #julie kostenko #dbd susie #dbd joey #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #request #dweetwrites

[shewhoridesonrainbows]

Words Upon Your Skin - Ch. 4

Edit: A lot of people were confused about the ASL part so I added a mini explanation.

AO3

Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 *

As they approached the manor Damian swore Todd to secrecy again. He didn’t want the rest of his family’s opinions on the matter until he’d figured out how he even felt about having a person out in the world that was bonded to him. Todd was the only other person to have spent any extended time with the League so he was the only one that understood the mindset Damian was raised with. And he didn’t feel like reliving that aspect of his childhood at the moment.

The cave should’ve been cool but Damian was burning up. He’d thought the sweat building on the back of his neck was from the afternoon sun beating down on his dark clothing but, as the bike pulled to a stop inside the air conditioned area of the Batcave, Damian knew he was most likely experiencing a side effect of what he was drugged with. 

Damian jumped off the bike and quickly checked his arm to make sure his soulmate’s message had faded before practically ripping his hoodie off. Left in just a T-shirt, Damian tossed the jacket on the ground at his feet.

“What’s wrong, Baby Bird?” Todd was still sitting on his bike though his helmet was perched in front of him. Damian glared at the offending garment he’d just thrown to the ground before answering.

“I was drugged today, Todd. Apparently, whatever it was causes hot flashes.” He was halfway towards the computer when he heard the door between the cave and the manor open.  The sound of Todd’s boots followed him.

Three sets of footsteps were making their way down the stairs. As the got closer Damian whipped around to remind Todd of their agreement and when he faced his brother the man was staring wide eyed at Damian’s right arm. He glanced down just in time to see more French as the rest of his family got close enough to see it as well.

It was Grayson that spoke first.

“Why did you write French on your arm?”

“Uhh,” Damian’s mind was drawing a blank. The migraine is really affecting my cognitive skills.

It was Todd that came to the rescue, “He was practicing languages other than English and Arabic, duh.”

Goddammit Todd.

“Jason,” Drake piped up from behind Grayson, “the rest of us understand French. And why would Damian need to practice writing,” he twisted his head to get a better look at Damian’s arm. “Why would he need to write ‘Sorry for writing so much in one go. My friends say I ramble too much. I’ll wait for you-’” Damian cut off the translating by hiding his arm behind his back. He glared at everyone in front of him.

Everyone waited for someone else to break the silence.

“Alright,” Todd clapped his hands together, “I’m gonna bite the bullet and say it. Kid, you’re in a room with the best detectives in the world, everyone has already figured it out.” Grayson winced.

“He’s right but he shouldn’t have said it,” Bruce finally spoke. The man looked at his son carefully before continuing, “When were you going to tell us that you have a soulmate?”

“Were you going to tell us?” Grayson asked when Damian didn’t answer.

“I-” the youngest started, “I don’t know.”

In a rare act of brotherly love, Todd moved in front of Damian to stop anymore questions. 

“Look guys, Baby Bird has only been with us for about seven years. He was raised by the League ‘til he was ten,” Todd took a breath before continuing. “After I was brought back, I spent time with the League, barely anything compared to Damian, but it was just enough to find out what they thought of soulmates.” Everyone started to look guilty when the League was brought up. They all knew how messed up that organization was. And how it messed up a good kid.

“Soulmate’s were a weakness. Nobody could join the League if they had one,” Damian’s voice was weak from behind To- No, Jason, I can at least call him Jason in my mind after this.  “So I never wrote on myself as a child.”

“And you’ve almost always worn long sleeves so you never saw their messages,” Drake supplied and Damian nodded.

Before anyone could say anything else Alfred appeared beside the group.

“I believe Master Damian hasn’t read the newest message yet and, until he deems otherwise, it’s something between the two of them.”

And, since Alfred’s word was law, everyone scattered in opposite directions, leaving Damian by himself. After making sure no one was looking his way, he pulled his arm in front of himself and read.

‘Sorry for writing so much in one go. My friends say I ramble too much. I’ll wait for you to write back before sending another message. I hope you have a nice night…or day. I don’t know what time zone you’re in.’

The words took up all of his forearm and part of his hand. Damian could already tell that whoever they are, his soulmate would talk a lot. And normally that would annoy him but for some reason, reading the long winded messages sparked a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with his hot flash. That warmth was urging him to write something back…but what?

After so long of radio silence his soulmate was probably even more surprised by this turn of events than he was. What do you say to someone that everyone else in the world would’ve grown up talking to? ‘Hey, sorry it took so long, my mother and grandfather hated the idea of soulmates and I just never thought about the possibility that you existed after I went to live with my father. How are you?’ No, that was ridiculous. Do I even want to bring them into my life at all? It’s not like being Robin is any safer than being the heir to the League of Assassins. 

Damian was about to go into another downward spiral when his father coughed behind him.

“Damian, I’m sorry you had to go through what you did as a child. And I’m sorry you faced an inquisition here when you’re still figuring this out yourself.” His father awkwardly patted his shoulder then smiled gently. “If you have any questions, I’m here for you.”

“Father, I-” It went against the instincts forced into him as a child, but the last couple years of being surrounded by an annoying but loving family had softened those instincts. So Damian continued, “I don’t know what to say to someone I should’ve known since I could hold a pen.”

“Just introduce yourself. Ask them about their interests. If they’re your soulmate they’re probably smart enough to guess that something in your childhood prevented you from making contact. And I don’t think the universe would pair you with someone that wouldn’t understand that.”

Damian snorted, “I don’t know Father, Lady Luck hasn’t been smiling down at me lately.”

“Well, whatever you do, just know we’re here for you. I can’t say your brothers won’t tease you after everything has settled but just remember that it’s not meant to actually hurt you. If they go too far, tell them and they’ll back off.”

“Thanks, Father,” Damian smiled weakly, “I’ll try to come up with something to say.”

A single nod from his father before he walked towards Drake at the computer.

“What have you found so far?” The eldest Wayne asked. 

Drake sat back in his chair and grabbed for his mug sitting on the console. He took a sip then started reading from his files.

“Based on the info that Damian was able to gather, these guys are bringing in more girls through this dock,” Drake circled Pier 5 on a map of Gotham’s bay area, “tonight. Whatever pre-drugged Damian found out told him to bring Titus so there’ll probably be security measures to keep out thermal imaging. And lastly, the time Damian wrote down was 11 pm,” he looked at Bruce, “if it were me I’d want to be there sooner.”

Bruce nodded, “So, we’ll shoot for the whole team to be there at ten, but I want someone down there now to stake out the area.” He stepped back to look at all of his sons gathered around. “I’m sending Nightwing for now, the rest of you be ready. We leave in three hours.”

Everyone agreed. Grayson bounded off towards the suits to gear up and head out while Jason went to his guns to get them ready. Bruce glared at the weapons before sighing.

“Jason-”

“Don’t worry, Bats,” Jason interrupted with his back still turned towards them, “I’m loading up rubber bullets. They’ll leave a hell of a bruise but they won’t kill.”

Bruce sighed again, shook his head, then walked back upstairs to the manor, muttering about ‘too many kids’ along the way.

With a quick glance to make sure nobody was looking (Grayson suiting up, Jason cleaning his guns, and Drake pouting at his now empty mug) Damian grabbed a pen and walked to a chair sitting in the darkest part of the cave. There was barely enough light to see with as he put the tip of the pen to his skin.

‘Hello, thank you for not asking why this is just starting now. My father suggested I ask what your interests are…’ Damian’s cheeks flamed up. Why did I say that my father told me to ask? I’m embarrassing myself in my first intentional message. He was about to wipe it off and hope that his soulmate had not seen the message yet when ink started welling up from beneath his skin.

‘I like fashion and video games. What about you?’

He was surprised again. They messaged back very quickly and, since the bond could tell that he’d already read the message, the ink faded just as quickly. 

He tried to wipe away his writing but it only smudged. Damian jerked his head up in search of a towel or wet cloth to aid him only to see Alfred already holding one towards him. Damian grabbed it with a ‘thank you’.

“Don’t worry, Master Damian, I won’t tell your brothers,” Alfred said as he turned and walked away. Damian sent a silent ‘thank you’ at the butler’s retreating back.

After carefully cleaning the spot, Damian had to think of a safe interest of his to talk about. He was drawing a blank until Titus bounded down the stairs into the Batcave. 

Damian smiled as he wrote.

‘I like animals.’

He didn’t have to wait long before his arm was full of a block of French.

‘Really? I’ve always wanted a pet of my own but my parents run a bakery so I was never able to get one. After I move I might get a dog or a cat. I used to want a hamster a couple years ago but I’ve realized it wouldn’t work out very well. I might lose them. Do you have any pets?’

He stared, wide eyed, at the paragraph. His ink on his arm hadn’t dried yet so wiping it away was significantly easier this time.

‘Yes, I have a Great Dane named Titus.’ From there the two soulmates went back and forth for a couple minutes, answering back as soon as the other’s message was read.

‘My friend looked it up and Great Danes are HUGE dogs. He even teased me that yours would be bigger than I am… my friend also told me to ask you something called ASL, do you know what that means?’

‘Titus is bigger than some grown men so I wouldn’t doubt that other Great Danes are bigger than a teenager.’ Damian’s face screwed up into a displeased expression at the end of his soulmate’s message unsure on how he felt about it. Before he could continue, another message from his soulmate came through.

‘Nevermind, he told me. He’s grounded from food from the bakery for the rest of the night for making me ask for your "age, sex, location". And, to answer my own question, I’m 16, a girl, and I live in Paris.’ 

‘I’m a year older, male, and I live in America’ Damian didn’t want to get too specific on his location. Getting a surprise soulmate was bad enough, I do NOT need her showing up in Gotham with so many villains running around. He just hoped his soulmate didn’t feel offended about his vagueness and, if his father was right about the universe, she would understand him.

‘Well,’ the word appeared on his arm followed closely with, ‘it was great talking to you. I have to go to bed now, my parents got on to me for staying up until almost 3 playing video games. Oh! I haven’t told them about you yet. The only reason my friend knows is because he’s the one that noticed the first message. Do you mind if I tell them?’ 

Damian’s heart stuttered. She waited to tell anyone until she checked if I wanted others to know.

 ‘I’m fine if you tell the people in your life about me. Most people are very excited to have a soulmate and I’m honestly surprised you didn’t immediately tell anyone, my family already knows so it would only be fair if yours did as well. I know my brothers are just waiting to be able to tease me.’

Great, now I’m rambling. My soulmate has already rubbed off on me. 

‘How should we address each other since the bond blocks our names?’ He asked. The wait between this question and her answer was the longest gap in conversation on her end since they’d first began. 

‘I think it should come naturally, don’t you think?’ 

‘Okay,’ he agreed. ‘I’ll let you get to sleep now, good night.’

He waited until she replied ‘good night’ back then stood. With the soulmate drama taken care of, it was time to suit up and be ready to leave. 

As his soulmate slept, Robin had a job to do.

NEXT

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SE4SON: Chapter 18

[*Meanwhile, in the modern world*]

A sleep deprived, messy Judy Neutron was screaming at the RPD (Retroville Police Department) through the phone, accompanied by a sane, and frightened, Mrs. Dean.

"What do you mean there's still no lead?! I don't care how early in the morning it is! Shouldn't you boys be doing your job?! Whatever happened to serve and protect?! It's been a week since I've lost my Jamie!" "Jimmy." Mrs. Dean corrected. "Jimmy, I mean! My son Jimmy! For being gone that long, who knows what has happened to him?! He's got a gourd shaped head, and an ice cream cowlick hairdo! How is that hard for you to miss?! Yeah? Well then, search around the globe if you have to-"

The RPD then hung up. Poor Judy. It was 5:00 in the morning. She literally won't rest until she finds her son in one piece. She hasn't bathed in five days, and tried using perfume instead. Sleep meant nothing to her no more, so she drinks at least three cups of coffee a day. Possibly more. She hasn't cooked in awhile, either. Just ordering takeout and reheating frozen foods. It isn't like Judy to not prepare a home cooked meal for more than one day. She's been pulling all nighters, circling the whole town, or country, in her car, stapling posters everywhere, and searching for her Jimmy. She's like a detective on a stakeout. All this lack of rest has turned her mind loopy. For some unknown reason, she keeps accidentally addressing "Jimmy" as "Jamie." Apart from the fact that Nick is gone too, Mrs. Dean is also there as Judy's emotional support.

"Judy, you need to calm down. Here, have some warm tea." "Calm down? Calm down! There's no time to calm down, now that I know that the RPD isn't any help!" "There's always time to calm down. Wherever your son is, he's probably fine for now! He's smart enough to take care of himself." "How would you know?! Your son isn't lost!" "Technically, he is." "Oh... But are you even making an effort to find him?" "I'm doing what I can to find him! The reason I came up to you to begin with was to figure out what my son has in connection with yours!" "Shouldn't you be able to know that yourself? You are his mother, right? A mother always knows her child best!" "If I could! Nick is easy to read as a closed book. We don't communicate so often. I think it has something to do with his father being so unpleasant." "You can save me the sob story for later! I gotta phone the next police department!" "No! Stop!" "I must find Jamie!" "Jimmy!" "My name is Judy, dammit!"

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[*That morning*]

Jimmy fell asleep with the diary laying on his face. While both him and Nick usually wake up by the rooster's cry, Nick removed the diary and shook him awake.

"Nick? Is it breakfast time?" "No, not yet. You gotta help me." "*Looks at the broom in his hands* You need help cleaning?" "I need you to help me from HER."

Nick was then surprised by a hard smack on the back, by a mop. Sally was trying to fight with him, in hopes to help the "Silver Knight" regain his memory. All Nick has done so far was block out her attacks. Not that he would make a lousy swordsman, he just can't bring himself to hit someone much younger than him. Instead of actual swords, their using cleaning implements. The battle begun when Sally woke Nick up with a smack on the chest. No matter what he told her, she just wouldn't believe him.

"Fight back, Nick! Trying knocking the weapon out of my hand! It might give you some nostalgia!" "Little girl, we're not a pair of enchanted cartoon characters! We're just two lost boys from the future! I'll prove it to you! Cageflix! Ramen Bowl! Internet!" "Stop making up excuses to back out and fight me!" "You're four years younger than me!"

Jimmy then broke up the fight.

"Hey, Sally?" Asked Jimmy. "Yes?" Replied Sally. "Wouldn't you like to meet our friends? You know, the ones who illegally inherit this ranch?" "But we're in the middle of something!" "You must meet them now, cuz if you don't, they might think we're holding a hostage captive." "Yeah. And we already have this mean Christian fanatic who thinks we're the devil's spawns." Said Nick.

Rolling her eyes, Sally then put down her mop, and decided to let Jimmy and Nick lead her into the hut. To make a good impression for keeping a stranger, Nick began to make breakfast: Moose sandwiches, blueberry strudels, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He also put on some coffee. Sally began to drool from looking at Nick's fine art.

"It looks great! Guess you learned something while under amnesia! Although, it'd really be fun to see Jimmy, here, turn a morsel of meat into a whole cured ham before my eyes." Said Sally, clutching a knife and fork.

Jimmy got annoyed by her comment, since he doesn't exactly believe in magic. Just in time, a weary Diana, Rodent Girl, and Benson entered the kitchen. Sally was intrigued by Diana's appearance. She has never seen a woman that large before. Rodent Girl went over to the cupboard to fetch her coffee mug. Being so drowsy, she spoke in her usual, monotone morning voice, and greeted Sally like she was a regular to them. Diana and Benson were both shocked to see a little girl, they've never seen before, in their kitchen. The two stood in silence for a few seconds, and frankly so did Jimmy, Nick, and Sally.

"Morning, Jimmy. Morning, Nick. Morning, kid I don't even know." Greeted a tired Rodent Girl. "Uhhhhhh, Miss Oona... Aren't you the slightest surprised at the unexpected guest?" Asked Benson. "I'm too tired to emote."

Diana looked Sally straight in the eye. Sally was frozen from the buff lady's eye contact, despite that she didn't look ominous.

"Hello?" Asked Diana. "H-hi?" Replied Sally. "HOLY, MACARONI! THERE'S A KID WE DON'T KNOW SITTING RIGHT HERE IN OUR KITCHEN!" Screamed Rodent Girl, after drinking her coffee.

Jimmy then decided to explain the whole thing, and Nick served as his second voice. The two boys told them about how this little girl followed them due to some misidentification for a Wise Wizard and Silver Knight ("It's not a misidentification! It's true!"), how they welcomed her into their hospitality since her parents were caught victim of a penalty, and how she's under no one's care because it's illustrated by king's law that orphans must serve their entire youth in laborism. Diana was so moved by Sally's backstory. She started sobbing, her eyes watered, and she swept the little girl off the ground.

"*Weeping* How can any man be so cruel, as to separate a child away from their family?! They may never experience the warm embrace of a mother or father ever again! That is so INHUMAN!" Said Diana. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss, young lady." Benson spoke casually. "I second that." And so did Rodent Girl. "That's it?! What on Earth is wrong with you two?! This child's parents have been hanged, all for the greater good! Could you try showing at least a small dose of your sympathy?!" "I find that very difficult, since my parents have always neglected me." Benson replied casually. "And I was abandoned at birth." And SO did Rodent Girl. "You heartless brutes!"

Diana then put Sally down.

"Little girl...!" Said Diana. "This little girl has a name, you know." Replied Sally. "...I don't care if I have to steal overtime to feed another mouth around here! Consider us your new family!" "Uhh, thanks! Very much! (That's neat! A buff mom, a mousy older sister, and a girly uncle!)" "Let me introduce everyone! I'm Diana! This is Rodent Girl, Benson, *Points out the window* Butterscotch, and there's Mitzi, but she's currently at work right now. You can meet her later! She's real nice! She may be even nicer to you. You've already met Jimmy and Nick!" "The legendary Wise Wizard and Silver Knight!" "What now?" Asked Rodent Girl. "No, we're not! It's just a coincidence! I don't even believe in magic!" Exclaimed Jimmy. "The Wise Wizard and Silver Knight. I thought their warm, loving relationship reminded me of some pair." Quote Benson. "HA! See?" Bragged Sally. "Wait a minute. You mean to tell me they were real?" Asked Nick. "Mm! I was just a tiny lad at that time. Although I've never really met them, I did follow them around among tall crowds, trying to get their autograph, since they were quite popular to the youngsters. I had no success, however. But witnessing the Silver Knight in battle, and the Wise Wizard with his gifted sorcery, that was about the happiest memory of my childhood." "You can meet them officially when I help them regain their memories back!" Suggested Sally. "Oh, these two young gentlemen can't possibly be them!" "I know it's hard to believe by first glance, but trust me! What you see here is a spell gone wrong! Heck, it's probably the cause of their amnesia!" "Nonsense! Besides, if that were them, why would they want to return here?" "They're here to rid us of our pain once again! Although they can't remember anything, they still hold their heroic instincts within their hearts, and their brains!" "We're not here to relieve anyone of their pain! Just Diana and her crew! (Minus Mitzi)" Said Jimmy. "And the reason we're risking our butts out there is because they were kind enough to offer us food and a roof to sleep under while other Middle Age folks just wanted to burn us at the stake!" Nick spoke through gritted teeth.

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[*Back in the modern ages*]

Carl looked through his magic supplies one last time. He doesn't feel like performing again since Jimmy is still gone. Jimmy would've been the only person who would sit down to watch him, since he wasn't a very good magician. At all. He hasn't even found that darn rabbit yet. The guys on TV sure make it look easy. Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. As Carl went to answer it, he found it was Sheen, holding a pink paper box, with a grin on his face. Sheen was just about the second last person he wanted to see right now.

"What do you want?" Carl asked in displease. "Well, I just happened to walk by a local bakery downtown, and my sweet tooth just urged me to walk right in! While looking through the selections, I started thinking about you. So, I picked up your favorite pastry!" Replied Sheen. "Goat milk matcha pound cake?" "Nope! Cwaaaaaaaasonts!"

Sheen opened the box to reveal a baker's dozen of golden croissants. Carl was still unamused, and just decided to close the door. Sheen, however, stopped the door by sticking his foot out!

"Wait, Carl! I've spent $30.95 for the baker's dozen! I was gonna use that money to purchase a VespaGirl body pillow online!" "You think you can just buy my friendship back with some baked, buttery, crispy, delectable... *Mouth starts to water* But you can't! What you had said broke my heart! Jimmy is important to my life just as you were!" "I am important to your life?" "I said 'were!' Now get off my doorstep!"

Carl then went to close the door again, but with all strength this time to keep Sheen from getting in, since he was holding a box. Sheen had to drop the croissants to force the door open.

"Carl! Carl! At least let me tell you something!" "I've heard about enough from you!" "But I came here to say I'm sorry!" "What?"

Carl opened the door wide.

"I'm sorry. Taking back everything I've ever said to you. I didn't know Jimmy meant that much to your life. You two were very close together more than any pair I knew. Possibly even the romantic ones. Also, I miss you, buddy. I'm lonely. I have Libby, but I can't be disgusting and foolish around her now, can't I? Look; Just because Jimmy can't be my friend, doesn't mean he can't be yours. We could still hang as pals, even with Jimmy around. I mean, we never liked Cindy, but we still tolerated her presence. *Gets down on his knees* Please, take me back. All those degrading words were just my invalid opinion. Nothing I say is even true."

Carl hesitated for a bit, while Sheen looked up at him, sweating. The allergy boy just closed the door. Sheen, being so heartbroken, hung his head down. Way before Jimmy came into their lives, him and Carl were the best of friends. Although Carl didn't like Ultralord, and Sheen thought llamas were too weak and soft, they both spoke to each other on the same mindset. The two were goofy and idiotic. Carl became friends with Jimmy after feeling sorry for the big haired misfit. A few months later, Sheen also became Jimmy's friend after he helped him pass the math test his grade depended on. The boy genius was more generous and considerate back then. Also, he discovered the cool gadgets he built. As they officially formed a trio, Carl and Sheen were more closer than ever. Jimmy was a bonus addition. That didn't mean he loved Jimmy less. Except maybe right now.

What's he gonna do without Carl in his life? He loves Libby, but he feels he doesn't have that much in common with her. She dedicates her life to fashion and music. Sheen dedicates his life to Ultralord and gross stuff. Around Carl, he feels that he can truly be himself with. Who else could want Sheen as a friend? Sheen seems to annoy everyone. That kid with the shades kinda admires him? Nah! He was probably just being polite. There's his dad. Awww, who is he kidding? You can't have your own father as a friend! Just then, Sheen heard the door reopen. Carl was back, but now clutching an old llama plush, that's missing an eye.

"If you're truly sorry, then how 'bout apologizing to Lucy the Llama as well?" "C'mon, Carl! That was five years ago!" "Well. I guess you're not sorry at all-" "Wait! I was only kidding! I love Lucy!"

Sheen then seized the plush toy out of Carl's hand.

"Lucy; I'm sorry for ripping your left eye out. My Triclops figurine needed it so badly, and it would've been embarrassing to face off Ultralord with only two eyes."

Then, Sheen planted a kiss on the toy's forehead. Carl was quite astounded. He didn't think Sheen would go that far. Sheen hates Lucy the Llama. As Sheen gave Carl his plush back, the allergy boy embraced his friend into a hug. Sheen returned it by folding his arms around him.

"Apology accepted. But you can't say anything mean about Jimmy no more!" "Promise! Now let's go find that whippy dip head son of a gun together! Sorry, that wasn't suppose to sound mean." "Right on!"

Just as they were about to leave the Wheezer doorstep, Carl picked up as many croissants he could hold. Even though they've been on the dirty ground, Carl didn't mind taking a bite out of them. He thought they were still good. Sheen cringed in disgust. A kid named Creg suddenly rolls by on his skateboard, gets himself into an accident, then breaks his leg.

"Why are so many of these kids breaking their legs?!" Screamed Sheen. "Probably because Nick's not here to do it?" Replied Carl.

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[*At the Neutron household*]

Mrs. Dean finally got Judy to calm down. All she had to do was request her to tell her stories about her son, as many as she wants. She figured she would get Judy to relax with anything Jimmy related. She even managed to get her to drink the tea she made. For the last two hours, Mrs. Dean grew bored listening to Judy's stories all day, about Jimmy's tangled situations. If she listens to any more, she fears she'll also go insane in this mad house.

"So on that Sunday, I was there doing my weekend cleaning. Jimmy was watching his favorite philosophy program. He suddenly got hungry, and asked me, a woman with her hands full at that moment, to fetch him a snack. I said, 'Well, there must be something wrong with your arms if you can't get it yourself.' He then pulled out one of his wacky inventions from under the sofa, a robotic arm of some sort, and attempted to reach for his needed snack. Unfortunately for him, the controls were infirm, resulting in reckless steering. He knocked down potted plants, china, Hugh's duck collection, etc. My perfectly clean house. Then there was this night, that happened two years ago. Mr. Vortex, I know his forename I just don't care, delivered me my son, wrapped in a toilet paper cocoon. His daughter also brought back one of his invention, some cannon that launches TP rolls, and she claimed he used it to foil her slumber party. I can't believe I punished him for it. I never even liked that Cindy. Jimmy sure had the right idea breaking things off with her. What did he even see in that ungrateful witch anyways? Why were they even dating at such a young age?! They're not even in middle school yet!" "There was this other time-" "Hugh, get back down!" "Okay!"

Mrs. Dean was finally put into relieve as Libby ran straight into the house, with news. Carl and Sheen were behind her.

"MRS. NEUTRON! MRS. NEUTRON! Hello, Mrs. Dean. MRS. NEUTRON!" Libby came in screaming. "Not now, Libby. Can't you see the grown ups are talking?" Said Judy. "It's about Jimmy!" "MY JIMMY?!" "And Nick!" "HUH-?!" Mrs. Dean fell off from her seat. "I can't take the credit though! I owe it to these two companions! Especially you, Sheen. *Blows kiss*" "What did we ever do? We see the famous pop star, Rioona, pull up in her limo to cut the ribbon for the new RnB themed cafe. Libby starts getting jumpy, squealing 'OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! IT'S RIOONA! PULLING UP JUST WHEN WE WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IMPORTANT INVESTIGATION! I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! I WANNA STAY FOR A MINUTE! MAYBE A FEW HOURS!' And then I said, 'Why not just take a picture? It lasts longer.'" Said Carl. "By just those words alone, that gave me a brain blast of my own! (Oooooooh, I just rhymed) By the way, I've got about 164 shots of Rioona opening the cafe! I even got myself in some of the shots! Look!"

Judy just slapped the phone out of Libby's hand. Everyone was intimidated, except Carl, who was in love with her more. What a woman.

"Just tell me where my baby is!" "Okay... You see, by just the sheer mention of 'picture,' that's when it hit me! I forgot, we all forgot, Jimmy had his security cams activated, and they were still working by the time I revisited the lab! ...which looked like either a tornado hit it or Cindy got her revenge again. I managed to extract the footage onto my hard drive! Look!"

Libby opened up her laptop, then inserted the hard drive. The footage began to play on media player. There was Jimmy and Nick, handcuffed together, trying to find a solution to undo the chain. Nick touched the keyboard, despite Jimmy's warning. The security breach got triggered, weapons engaged, and the two boys ran into a police box, which is supposedly the boy genius's time machine. The machine vanished, and all was history. We searched all around Retroville for nothing?

"So... It was your son's fault that my Jimmy is gone." Said Judy. "What?! I'm pretty sure Nick didn't know about this installed security system! If only Jimmy took the liberty to tell him!" Replied Mrs. Dean. "Oh, so you're saying it is Jimmy's fault?!" "WHO CARES ABOUT WHOSE FAULT IT IS?! We've lost them both and there's possibly no way to get them back. None of us is a secondary Einstein, and it's not like you could purchase a time machine on the web!" "Apparently, yes you can." Said Libby. "What?!" Both mothers.

While Judy and Mrs. Dean were arguing, Libby pulled up Cbae.com on her laptop and searched "time machine." You can surprisingly buy anything off of Cbae. But, just their luck, it costs $500,000,000, plus $100,000 for shipping. No use in trying to search a cheaper deal, because that's the only one available.

"But none of us have that kind of money!" Said Judy. "Maybe if we put together all of our money, we could make it work! *Starts digging into his pockets* I have $16, 42¢, a wrapper from a Chuckles bar, some bobby pins, lint, hey, it's the key to the handcuffs!" Spoke Carl, trying to help. "Oh, like that's gonna help us now!" Whined Sheen. "Calm down, y'all. I know where we can get that money. But, it may involve something we're going to regret." Said Libby. "*Gasp* You don't mean..."

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[*Elsewhere, in Eustace Strych's living room*]

"So you want me, formal enemy of Jimmy Neutron, to lend you a total amount of $500,100,000?" Said Eustace. "So none of us is selling our bodies? What a relief!" Sheen blurted. "I think you should stay off the internet for awhile." Libby suggested. "What's the catch?" Eustace continued to question the adults. "You see, it's for a very, very, important cause, young man." Judy answered. "And how important may that be? Hmmmmmm?" "Well-" "My son, Nick, needs an operation! He's broken his legs numerous times, but eventually both of them have ripped out from their sockets! Gruesomely! Blood everywhere! The hospital is charging me that much to reattach his legs back, plus to get him out of his coma! The prices are so high because of the evil greediness of capitalism! They don't even care about children! Please have a heart! He's Jimmy's friend, too!" Mrs. Dean butted in. "Ha-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, what makes you think I'd even care to support a charity cause for some washed up has-been? Like anybody would care anymore. I don't support any charity cause, for that matter. Giving to the needy means less for me. Besides, me and Neutron don't exactly have the best history together. On second thought, if you want that money so badly, you're gonna have to bring Neutron right here, have him beg to me, and apologize for underestimating my superiority to his genius!" "We can't!" "Why not?" "Because, h-he's trying to invent a new life saving device!" "Well, No Neutron, no money! Guess I'll have to buy myself a third water park!"

The squad then went to the hall to talk.

"What are we gonna do now?" Asked Judy. "Does he know Jimmy is missing?" Also, asked Mrs. Dean. "Frankly, not. But if he ever does, we may never get that money." Replied Libby. "We're not gonna get that cash anyways. How are we gonna bring Jimmy out here?" Carl whined. "WAIT! There was something useful Jimmy actually taught me, a long time ago!" Sheen had an idea.

He then requested Goddard to project a life-like hologram of Jimmy, just like what happened at his tenth birthday party. Judy felt like crying, seeing that the hologram looks exactly like her son. She even wanted to touch it. Sheen then told her to stay focused, and handed her a voice moduling microphone. Goddard ejected a hand sized camera drone and displayed his teleprompter. He then got the hologram to march to Eustace's location. It then met with him in the living room.

"Ah, Neutron! I thought you'd show here eventually. What's wrong? Did that lifesaver of yours turn out to be a failure?" "Yes, indeed. I don't know what could've happen, but maybe I'm not as smart as I used to." "Like you ever were." "You're right. And I'm here to say I am sorry for getting in the way of your plans. I'm sorry for looking through your integrity. You have showed me that it's not about the brains. It's about what you can buy. I am selfish. I'm a loser. I suck and you rule." "The sweet sound of music!" "I'm not worthy of friends and that's probably why Cindy broke up with me for." "Didn't know you two were actually dating. You don't strike me as a boy who has a way with the ladies." "You're absolutely right! Now, will you please, please, lend me the money, so I can help my poor, hurt, dying reject of a friend?" "Well, I suppose you have amused me enough." "*Judy accidentally whispers into the microphone* What a spoiled little brat." "Excuse me?!" "I said I soiled my pants cuz I'm a brat." "Oh. Hurry up and take your money before you start leaking onto my carpet!"

Eustace ordered his butler to fetch the money. He then came back with a huge sack of cash. The hologram wouldn't be able to hold it, so Judy and Mrs. Dean quickly entered the scene to grab the sack.

"Thank you very much, kind sir! *Looks at the hologram* Jimmy, I am both proud and disappointed in you, my son! C'mon, we have a has-been to save!" Said Judy, then they took a run for it.

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Carl Wheezer #Sheen Estevez #Season 4 #fanfic #romance #adventure #TVverse #TVEE

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Burns (Peter Parker x Reader) - Part 7 of 12 Days of Christmas

Notes: Part 7 for Peter Parker’s version of 12 Days of Christmas! I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I am so far! Tag lists are always open and the part 8 for both versions will be up sometime tomorrow! 

Summary: You get asked to homecoming by someone and Peter confronts you about it which leads him to discovery.

Burns

Peter Parker x Reader

12 Days of Christmas Series

Word Count: 1,721

Warnings: uhh...angst and burns.

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It’s the next day and you’re feeling much better. You have a slight headache, but it’s nothing too worrying. Oh, and also some burns extending from the inside of your wrist all the way to your shoulder.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Peter starts to walk next to you. The headache increases in pain.

“Hey, Pete. You excited for Homecoming?” You murmur, rolling your eyes.

“Very. Do you think you’ll get asked?” Peter asks, not noticing her sour mood.

“Probably not, if I’m being honest. I’m new, after all.” You shrug, not really in the mood to talk about your love life, considering the person you wanted to be with is currently already taken.

“Oh, come on. Any guy would be lucky to have you.” He nudges you with his shoulder, trying to make you feel better. It doesn’t work.

“Thanks, Parker.” You give him a fake smile as you sit down between him and MJ for your first class.

~+~

It’s finally time for lunch. You grab your tray and sit down next to MJ, across from Peter and Ned.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” You hear a voice behind you. Groaning, you turn around to see Flash slowly getting closer to you. You turn back around, wishing he’d go away.

“What does he want?” Peter seems annoyed.

“Does it matter? I just want him to be gone.” You growl. Then, you feel Flash sit down next to you.

“Hello, darling.” Flash purrs, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. It takes everything in you not to vomit right then and there.

“Flash.” You nod curtly, taking your hand from his grasp.

“What are you doing sitting here with these losers when you could be sitting with me and my crew?” Flash sneers, slinging an arm around your shoulders. You roll your eyes.

“Please, Flash, as if I’d sit with you if I ever had the chance.” You scoff, trying to shrug his arm off your shoulders, to no avail.

“Oh come on, baby. How about a deal, huh? You and I go to homecoming together, as a date.” Flash grins at you, making you stop cold. Then an idea comes into your head. Homecoming, with Peter’s greatest enemy? Perfect revenge for him going to homecoming with yours.

“Alright. It’s a date, then.” You smile cruelly, looking over at a surprised Flash. He quickly recovers, though.

“Okay, then. I’ll pick you up at six.” Flash presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, making you want to throw up again. You refrain, though, and send him a smirk. Flash walks away.

“What the heck was that?” Peter growls, grabbing your wrist to gain your attention.

“What on earth do you mean, Parker?” You smile knowingly at him, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“You’re hating him one second then accepting his offer to homecoming the next? He bullies me, (Y/n), you know that.” Peter frowns, hurt that you’d go with Flash of all people.

“Maybe I can get him to stop bullying you.” You shrug.

“If anything, you’d join him and his posse.” Peter scowls.

“Do you think me weak-minded, Parker,” You hiss at him, leaning in to whisper the next part, “You of all people should know I am not. With my father being who he is, of course.”

“Whatever.” He gets up and throws his tray away. The bell rings shortly after and you get up, not bothering to run after him. True, you had hurt his feelings, but it’s a small price to pay after he so dearly crushed yours.

~+~

There’s a knock on your bedroom door, interrupting your quiet reading.

“Come in.” You answer. Your door slides open and Peter steps in, a frown on his face.

“(Y/n).” Peter stops at the foot of your bed. You get off your bed and stand to face him.

“Peter. To what do I owe this pleasure?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“I want to know why you said yes to Flash today at lunch. Knowing you, knowing your father, there has to be some ulterior motive you’re not telling me about.” Peter sighs, wanting so desperately to know why you said yes to his enemy.

“I told you the ulterior motive, Parker. To get him to stop bullying you.” You answer simply, picking up the book you were previously looking at. You stare at it, finding this conversation pointless.

“We both know that’s not it.” Peter steps toward you, now only a couple of feet away.

“Oh, but it is.” You look up at Peter through your lashes, only to realize he’s much closer than you thought. You take a step back and set your book down on your side table, your back grazing the wall as you do so.

“Tell me the truth, (Y/n).” Peter grabs your wrist, stepping forward again. He has trapped you between him and the wall, his hand seizing one of your wrists.

“I have told you the truth. Repeatedly. You just refuse to accept it.” You seethe, watching as he takes the last step forward, his body practically pressing yours against the wall.

“The truth.” He demands, his face so close to yours you can feel his breath hit you.

“You already have it.” You breathe out, forcing yourself not to glance down at his lips.

“You’re lying to me. Don’t do that again, (Y/n), you’ve already tried lying to me once.” Peter chuckles and you feel his thumb ghost over the inside of your wrist, making you gasp as he brushes over your burn. Well, that and the fact that this is a seriously compromising situation and he’s not helping.

“My ulterior motive was to get a date to homecoming and to not look like a loser, standing there alone.” You hiss, bringing your face as close as you dare, never actually touching him. Peter releases you, finally happy with your answer, and you immediately clutch your wrist close to your chest, pain written all over your face.

“I didn’t hold your wrist that tight, did I?” Peter is suddenly very concerned.

“No, it’s not--” You try to console him but he’s already taking your wrist. He pulls up your sleeve to see the burns there.

“What is this from?” Peter gasps, staring at them as he traces them with his eyes. You tear your arm from his grasp.

“None of your business.” You snap at him.

“None of my business? (Y/n), I’m your best friend, I think I deserve to know!” He furrows his brows in frustration.

“Freak cooking accident.” You lie, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Bull. That’s a bad burn, plus you don’t like to cook that often.” Peter points out.

“I don’t know what to tell you, then.” You shrug, sitting back down on your bed. Peter catches sight of the door leading to your lab and looks at you quickly before making a break for it.

You jump to grab him but he narrowly escapes you and runs into the lab, coming face to face with your ice chamber.

“You have powers. Fire powers.” Peter whispers, looking at your ice chamber.

“No, I don’t! You’re delusional, Pete.” You hiss, rolling your sleeve back down.

“You wish. I’m right, aren’t I? You have fire powers and that’s how you burned yourself.” He narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms.

“Just drop it, Parker.” You growl, feeling your hands grow hot.

“I thought there were no more secrets between us. I told you I was Spider-Man. I thought we had finally gotten past hiding things from each other.” He scoffs, shaking his head.

“I said drop it.” You close your eyes, feeling fire lick at your fingertips. You want to stop it so badly but you can’t.

“You can’t stop hiding things from me. What’s it gonna be next? MJ’s your sister?” He rubs a hand through his hair. A tear slides down your face but it quickly evaporates from the heat.

“Please, Peter, get out of here. I need to get to my ice chamber.” You start to walk slowly toward your ice chamber.

“No, I want answers, (Y/n).” Peter stands in front of the ice chamber, blocking you from it.

“Peter, please. Get out of my way. I’m begging you.” Your voice breaks as you struggle to get to it.

“Answer me and I’ll let you through.” He begs, not moving. You feel yourself about to combust.

“Get out of the way!” You scream. Peter looks visibly shaken by your outburst but stands his ground.

“(Y/n), tell me what’s going on.” He looks concerned more than angry now, realizing that you’re in pain and that this is more serious than just an argument.

Confused and angry, you grab his arm and quickly pull him out of the way, slipping into your ice chamber and slamming your hand onto the ice button.

You feel the cold air flow over you and everything calms down. You look through the glass of your chamber to see Peter on the ground, observing his now burned arm.

“Oh my gosh, Peter.” You gasp, putting a hand on the glass. He looks up at you, eyes wide. You feel the glass burn at your touch, causing you to recoil from it.

“(Y/n)--” He gets up, reaching out to you. You hit the lock button on your chamber, determined to not let him get close to you again. You can’t hurt him again.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You sink to your knees, your tears turning into ice on your face.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n), I’m not mad. You just have an unstable power. Let me help you.” He puts his hand on the outer side of the glass. You look up into his puppy dog eyes, shaking your head lightly.

“I can’t have you get close to me only to get hurt again. I’m sorry Peter.” You whisper, pushing yourself as far away from his side of the glass as possible.

“I’m not leaving here.” Peter insists, sitting down in front of your chamber.

“Then I will.” You press a few more buttons on your keypad and your chamber shoots up to the roof. You tumble out of it and sink to the floor of the roof, sobbing into your hands.

Peter won’t get hurt again.

Not if you can help it.

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[emma-nation]

In My Veins - KamilahxMC Fanfiction (Chapter 1)

Summary: Inspired by Lovestruck’s “Havenfall is For Lovers” (Antonio). Amy is a regular, small-town girl looking for her first job in New York City. When she gets kidnapped by the powerful CEO, Kamilah Sayeed, she’ll have to discover her true goals… before it’s too late.

Genre: Romance

Rating: M

Notes: - English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes - This fanfic is slightly inspired by Lovestruck's story Havenfall Is For Lovers - Antonio, but I intend to make it more interesting and steamier too :P

- I hope you enjoy it, your likes and reviews are always appreciated.

"Do I look good?" Amy asked, examining herself in the mirror. "Amy, please..." Lily complained. "You've asked a million times! You DO look good." She had to be. She used her last savings to buy an appropriate suit for that interview. Rumors said Kamilah Sayeed, Ahmanet Financial's CEO, was hard to impress. "I just want to look professional, you know? I don't want her to think I have zero-experience." "You have zero-experience." "Thanks for reminding me of that," Amy gave her an annoyed look. "Don't worry, Amy," Lily laughed. "You're gonna rock, you'll see." "I hope so, I don't want to return to my hometown." "Yeah, it's about time you start paying rent." "Lily!" Amy turned around to check her outfit one more time. Lily grabbed the magazine she left open on her bed. "So, Kamilah Sayeed?" "Yes. I've been doing a little research about her, you know... To be ready for my interview." Lily examined the article. "Hmmm... She's an influent, powerful CEO and... hot! Really hot!" Amy looked at the picture again. Kamilah didn't reveal anything about her personal life. It was all about her company, Ahmanet Financial, and her career. She was gorgeous, it was true. Something in her eyes, a sparkle of mystery, made her desire that job to get to know more about her. "Well, I better go or I'm going to be late." "Dude, who schedules a job interview at 9 PM? This is so weird." "They said it was the only time Kamilah would be available." Amy prepared to leave the apartment when Lily called her back. "Good luck, Amy," she wrapped her in a tight, long hug. "And be safe." "Thank you, Lil." The subway was scary at night, especially with the recent attacks going on around the city. This is all people would comment about. Amy nervously sat next to a couple in the train wondering if they were regular people, like her, or cold-blooded murderers. In the present days, it was impossible to know. You couldn't trust literally anyone. She accidentally eavesdropped part of their conversation. "There was another attack last night," the young man commented. "Yes, the police said it was caused by a big animal or something," his girlfriend added. "They'll never admit it. They'll never reveal the truth." "Come on, it's only a theory people talk about in the Dark Web." The last part attracted Amy's interest. She approached a little bit more to listen, as they started to whisper. "It's not a theory, okay? They have evidences... Evidences that vampires are secretly running New York City! They're also behind these attacks." Vampires. Amy gasped. She thought they only existed in fiction. At some point, during her teenage years, she secretly wished they were real. Every girl did. They were always portrayed as sexy, compelling characters. Even a little bit romantic sometimes. The train stopped and as she left the station she couldn't help feeling she was being watched. She put her earphones on and tried to distract her mind, focusing her thoughts on the interview. She was just too impressed by the whole vampire conversation, that was it. She finally arrived at Ahmanet Financial's building. "Hi," she walked to the front desk, "I have an interview with Ms. Sayeed. 9 PM." "Ms. Amy Parker?" The receptionist asked. She nodded in confirmation. "Can you wait for a moment? Ms. Sayeed will be ready for you in a few minutes." "Of course." Amy sat on a couch and looked around, examining the Egyptian artifacts on the walls. They somehow fascinated her. Ancient Egypt was her favorite class in college. She tried to remember the meaning behind those symbols. She could use it as an advantage to impress Kamilah. Her mind traveled far away and when she looked at the clock, forty minutes had passed. "Ms. Parker?" The receptionist called. "Yes?" "Ms. Sayeed had an emergency meeting but she'll see you soon." "Okay, I can wait." "Would you like some coffee?" "Please." Slowly sipping her coffee, she recapitulated everything she had read about Kamilah Sayeed and the answers she had prepared for her interview. Suddenly, her eyes started to get heavy and she yawned. "Whoa, this couch is really comfortable," Amy thought. "Maybe I should rest my head a little bit..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amy eyes went wide, she didn't know for how long she had been sleeping. She sat on the bed, her head was spinning and she felt nauseous. She studied the room. That certainly wasn't her bedroom or even her bed. She had no idea where she was. She tried to reach for her cell phone in her pocket but it wasn't there.  She stopped breathing.

"I’ve been kidnapped,” she concluded. “I’m going to die.” 

She wouldn't even have the chance to say goodbye to her parents or Lily. She was about to start crying when: "Finally," someone opened the door, "I was starting to think you were dead." That was Kamilah Sayeed. The elegant, sexy and rich CEO that was supposed to interview Amy. "W-what am I doing here?" She asked, confused. "Where am I?" Amy tried to get up but Kamilah prevented her. "Calm down, darling. You're at my place." "Oh, I'm sorry. But why? Did I pass out or something..." "Sort of," she said. For the first time their eyes met. Kamilah had the most beautiful brown eyes Amy had ever seen. They looked so deep... hypnotizing... "Uhh... I... I should go home," Amy moved away from her. "It must be late. My roommate..." "Darling, wait," Kamilah requested. "Follow me to my office, would you?" "Y-yeah, of course." Still stumbling a little, she followed Kamilah outside the bedroom. Her eyes examined every detail of her mansion in astonishment. It was enormous and well-decorated with luxurious, modern-styled furniture and objects. Kamilah led her to a door near the living room and introduced it as her home office. "Whoa," Amy exclaimed, looking at the garden outside. "This is so amazing!" "It's a nocturnal garden," Kamilah explained. "It's a garden planted entirely with night-blooming flowers. Everything you see opens only at night." "It's beautiful. Do you have any special reasons..." "I'm a botany enthusiast but I can only appreciate it at night." "Right... because you spend most of the day in your company." Kamilah gave her a small smirk in response. "Sit down, please." Amy sat in a comfortable chair in front of her desk, paying attention on her extensive book shelf. Books from many different periods and genres, in at least five different idioms. Her admiration for Kamilah grew a little wider. "Whoa... you..." she opened her mouth in surprise. "Drink?" Kamilah interrupted, pouring some liquor in a glass. "N-no, thanks. I'm still kinda nauseous." Amy looked around expectantly. Everytime her eyes met Kamilah's she felt a funny feeling in her stomach. After a moment in absolute silence, Kamilah handed her some papers and a pen. "What is that?" Amy wanted to know. "A contract." "But... what about my interview?" "Read carefully, please." Amy studied the first few paragraphs of the contract. It had nothing to do with Ahmanet Financial or her job as assistant. One of the lines clearly stated she voluntarily agreed to give all her blood to Kamilah Sayeed. "Ms. Sayeed? There's something wrong with this contract..." she spoke. "It says that by signing it I'm giving you total ownership over my blood!" "For research purposes, yes." "I don't understand. What does it have to do with the assistant position?" "Nothing, darling. I don't really need you, I need your blood." "H-How much?" Amy stiffened a little bit. "All of it." "Okay, I'm getting out of here!" Amy got up, running as fast as she could directly to the front door. Suddently, a shadow passed right through her, blocking her path. "You're not going anywhere," Kamilah held her with an impressive strength. "I-I..." Amy looked up and something had changed in her face. Her gorgeous brown eyes had been replaced by a red and cold gaze. "You're not going anywhere!" Amy noticed two sharp, pointed teeth showing behind her lips. "Y-you're a..." "It didn't take long for you to figure out, huh?!" "P-please... don't kill me..." Amy cried. "I have family, you know?" "I know and if you had finished reading my contract you'd see I'm willing to provide them everything they need." "You're monster!" Amy struggled to escape from her arms but she couldn't. Kamilah was too strong. "You don't understand..." she complained. For a second, Amy could swear there was some sadness in her words. "Please... let me go..." Amy begged as Kamilah dragged her by the arm through her mansion. "I can't," Kamilah placed inside the bedroom again. "You'll stay here until you decide to sign my contract." She slammed the door. A click suggested she also locked it. "No! Wait!" Amy desperately knocked, sobbing and screaming. She insisted for hours, until her all strength was gone and she fell down on her knees. Lily was her only hope now. How long would take for her to notice her disappearance and inform the police?

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[uruhabuns]

Sickie

Genre: fluff Pairing: girl!reader x jaeyoon, suggestions of reader x other sf9 members Word Count: ~3000 words a/n: i’ve been in a v v jaeyoon mood recently and i know how shitty it feels to miss out on performances you’ve practiced hard for when you’re sick, and that there’s not much writing centred around our precious honey boy :( so here’s a fluffy scenario no one asked for <3

__________

It was another chilly day spent studying at the university library. Atop the table sat your laptop, textbooks, and thermos filled with hot chocolate, ready for a day of powering through a knowingly procrastinated assignment that was due in two days.

After a few hours of typing up your essay, you decided to take a short break. You took a sip of hot chocolate as you scrolled through your Twitter feed. A single tweet then caught your eye: “Jaeyoon to not participate in SFDay due to illness”. You couldn’t help but sigh. You knew this was going to happen. Late night practices and gymming, dieting, and not to mention the freezing weather, had finally taken a toll on his health. It didn’t help that he was as stubborn as most guys were when they deny their deadly sickness in order to do something they wanted that they knew that was bad for them.

Irritated, you opened Kakaotalk to see the red notification to show that you had 300 new messages. You rolled your eyes, opening the app to message the group chat you and the boys put together (which you had on mute, because of how rowdy they could get, even in their chats). The messages kept coming, to which you assumed that they were in the middle of a conversation about something else, but you decided to interrupt for the sake of worrying.

[ _______ ] : Hey, is everyone okay? Have y’all gotten enough sleep? Eaten enough?

Not even moments later, one of them replied.

[ younggyun ] : yes mom, we have ㅎㅎㅎ

[ hyukie ] : ________!!!!! YOU’RE HERE!!!!!

[ taeyang ] : __________!!! We missed you ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

A chuckle escaped your lips at how cute they were, no matter how annoying they could be. You could never stay mad at them.

[ _______ ] : Come on I haven’t been dead for that long ㅋㅋㅋ

[ hyukie ] : Yeah you have

[ hyukie ] : FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS

[ ________ ] : I WAS WRITING MY ESSAY YOU LITTLE SHIT

[ hyukie ] : R U D E

[ hyukie ] : HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO YOUR BEST FRIEND

[ seongseong~ ] : Stop procrastinating, _______!!

[ _________ ] : Oppaaaa~ help me with my assignment ;_____;;;; I’m not as smart as you

[ seongseong~ ] : I would if we had the day off ㅋ

[ ________ ] : Speaking of days off how’s yoonie-oppa doing? I heard he got sick ㅠ WHY DIDN’T Y’ALL TELL ME??

[ jjuongie ] : uhh...because we didn’t want you to worry?

[ ________ ] : HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME, JUHO?! I WOULD FIND OUT WHETHER YOU’D TELL ME OR NOT!!

[ jaeyoon ] : I feel like I could sink into the arms of sweet, sweet death

[ ________ ] : NOOOOO!!!!

[ jaeyoon ] : uggggghghsjklfgdjlf;d

[ ________ ] : Will you be okay? ;_;;;;

[ youngbin ] : OF COURSE NOT HE’S DYING, _______

[ ________ ] : Oh my god...

[ ________ ] : Boys...😒😒😒

[ chanhee~ ] : Noona, I think Jaeyoon-hyung might need some looking-after...

[ youngbin ] : Chan, she needs to concentrate on her assignment. Don’t distract her 😑

[ ________ ] : No, he’s right; I’m gonna head over to your place rn since y’all need some home-made food in your life anyways

[ seokwoo ] : Did you forget that my cooking exists?

[ _______ ] : 😉😉 love u too~

[ taeyang ] : OMG MAKE SOME FOR ME TOO I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!

[ younggyun ] : Pls noona we love your food

[ jaeyoon ] : ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, ________?? Don’t come here, you’ll get sick too!!

[ _______ ] : 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Figuring that you had enough of the chatroom for the day, you locked your phone, and placed it in your bag. You then packed up your things, and headed out of the library to catch a bus to the boys’ apartment. Though the essay was due in two days, you figured you could do it at their place, since they weren’t around until late at night anyway. Thoughts of worry flooded your mind throughout the bus journey. You wished they didn’t work their bodies so hard. You wished they didn’t agree to multiple comebacks within months of each other. And above all, you wished they would listen to you, and look after themselves.

The bus then came to a halt at the bus stop in front of the apartment block. You tapped your travel card before stepping out, and rushing inside the building. Once you reached the door of the boys’ unit, you took out the extra key card they gave you in case you wanted to visit, and tapped it at the doorknob. You quietly opened the heavy door, careful not to wake Jaeyoon up in case he was sleeping. You entered the apartment as silently as you could, closing the door slowly. You slid your shoes off before placing your bag, thermos, and slipped off your two coats to put onto the coffee table.

You then headed into the kitchen to salvage whatever ingredients available to make chicken soup. While you were waiting for the water to boil in the pot, you felt a presence coming closer from behind you.

“_______?”

You jumped in surprise at the hoarse voice. You turned around to see a tall,  sleepy, fluffy pink-haired man pouting at you.

“Oppa, you shouldn’t be up!” you exclaimed, grabbing his wrist, and dragging him back into his bedroom. “Nope, nope, nope.”

“But, _______,” he whined with his sore, stuffy voice that was usually cute. You ignored his pleas, and pushed him back into bed. You then threw his quilt and blankets over him, despite his whining.

“Shush, I’m gonna make you soup and tea. I’ll call you out when it’s done, okay? You are not leaving this bed. That’s what you get for overworking during winter! Gosh. Why do you guys like to stress me out?”

Jaeyoon only continued to pout and sulk in response. How you got along with these man-babies, you had no idea. But you didn’t mind; they brought you happiness, and always seemed to bring a smile to your face no matter how shitty your day was, or how busy theirs were. In a way, you were thankful you had them in your life. You guessed meeting and pulling through with your noisy best friend Dawon since high school had paid off.

When you finished making the soup, you turned off the stove, and poured some into a ceramic bowl. You then placed the bowl onto the kitchen counter along with a spoon and pair of chopsticks. You then quietly made your way into Jaeyoon’s room to see that he was fast asleep again. A small smile curled on your lips at his sleeping figure. You couldn’t help but softly stroke his pink hair with the back of your fingers. He looked so peaceful.

“Oppa,” you whispered, gently shaking his shoulders. “Wake up, soup’s ready.”

After a few nudges, a sleepy grumble sounded from him as he finally woke. You giggled softly as you slowly helped him sit up.

“I’ll go and make the tea. Come out when you’re ready, but don’t take too long, ‘cause the soup is gonna get cold, okay?”

You knew coming over was cutting down precious time that could be used to write your essay, but you decided that you would only need coffee, good bullshitting skills, and at least eight references that you could pretend to have read.

Jaeyoon, however, used this as time he could spend with you alone. It was probably the only time he could.

“_______, wait,” he said, making you stop in your tracks and turn around.

“Yes?” you replied and made your way over to him again.

Once you were close enough, Jaeyoon hugged you around your waist abruptly. You gasped, holding up your hands next to your head as you stood in between his legs. A blush began to burn on your cheeks as you were caught in surprise at his actions. The proximity between the two of you caused your heart to race, and that you shouldn’t be this close to him when he’s this sick. “O-oppa-”

“Please don’t leave me,” he said, and coughed a few times as he rested the side of his head on your chest.

“I-I’m not going to leave,” you stuttered, placing your hands on his shoulders. “W-what are you talking about?”

Jaeyoon only sighed. “I...I don’t know if you know but...” he trailed off.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But what?”

He hesitated slightly, breathing in once before saying, “I really like you.”

You froze. “You...what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Jaeyoon said, “I like you, _______.”

You bit down on your lower lip, not knowing what to do with the information. You didn’t know how to react. “Oppa...”

“Please, _______,” he begged, holding onto you tighter, “I wanted to tell you before any of them could.”

You blinked in shock. “Oppa, w-what are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you seen the way they look at you? And the way they look when we talk about you?”

“W-wh-”

“If it weren’t for you coming over today, I would’ve thought Inseong or Taeyang would confess to you first if they had the chance.”

You inhaled in attempt to calm yourself down at the amount of information that was fired at you. Your heart raced as your hands trembled on Jaeyoon’s shoulders. How could this happen? You always thought no one would take any interest in you. But this whole group proved you wrong. It didn’t seem possible.

“Jaeyoon...”

“Please accept my feelings for you, _______,” he said, gripping onto your shirt, and closing his eyes in hope that you would. “I don’t want anyone to confess before I do.”

“Jaeyoon...” you said again. You took another deep breath before finishing your answer. You then wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your hand behind his head, and gently stroking his hair. You had to prepare him for your answer, as you knew it would break his heart. “I love you, and I do accept your feelings...but...”

He looked up at you with his hopeful, puppy eyes that made you melt inside.

“I can’t be in love with you,” you said softly. You saw his face fall, making your heart clench. It hurt you as much as it hurt him to say that. “Not if the others feel the same way. I can’t let this ruin your relationship with them. I don’t want to destroy what we have. I’m so sorry.”

Jaeyoon let out a sad sigh. “What if they didn’t have feelings for you?”

“I don’t know...” you said, resting your chin on top of his head. “I want to be selfish and say yes and give us a chance, but I don’t know what consequences there would be if I do.”

“...I guess you’re right...” Jaeyoon mumbled, loosening his grip on your waist. “That’s what I love about you; you’re so considerate and thoughtful.”

You chuckled, pulling back to face him and cup the sides of his face with your hands. “Hey, I still love you, okay? I don’t want our relationship to change,” you assured, tapping his nose gently, “And besides, I now know that you like me. It’ll be our little secret. The other guys don’t have to know.”

“Yeah, I guess. At least you’ve accepted my feelings...”

You leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. He blinked in surprise.

“That’s for being brave enough to tell me that you like me,” you said. You then did something you’ve never done before with any of the boys: you moved down to place another kiss on his cheek, leaving your lips there a little longer than usual. “And that’s for being understanding about my feelings about it.”

Jaeyoon felt his face burning up. “Th-thanks.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips. “We should head out. Your soup is getting cold,” you told him as he let go of you.

“Okay, mom.”

You laughed softly as you made your way out of the room to make some green tea for Jaeyoon. As you were doing so, he sat on one of the high chairs at the counter and began to sip the soup.

“It’s still warm,” he said, the pain in his throat still present.

“Shh, don’t talk,” you replied, pouring the boiling water into the mug with the tea bag inside. “Just eat.”

He only pouted. “Okay...”

You giggled softly as Jaeyoon ate, pushing the mug in front of his bowl. “I’ll be in the living room. I gotta do this assignment, but let me know when you need anything, okay?”

“Alright.”

You went over to his side to give him a side hug, and another kiss on his cheek before you skipped off to the living room. Another blush crept on the poor boy’s cheeks as he took a sip of the tea. You took your laptop out of its bag, and unpacked your notes and textbook from your backpack to continue working on the essay.

About another 500 words in, you felt the couch dip beside you.

“Why haven’t you gone to bed?” you asked, your eyes not leaving the laptop screen. “You should be resting at every chance you get.”

Jaeyoon took another sip of the tea before resting his head on your shoulder. “I wanna spend some time with you before the others come back.”

Sighing, you decided that having Jaeyoon around would not help you with concentrating on your assignment. You closed your laptop shut, placing it back on the coffee table with the rest of your things. You couldn’t resist those puppy eyes of his, and you hated it when he used it against you to get what he wanted. You only needed another 1000 words to write anyway. It could be easily done in a day.

“Okay, come here, you big baby,” you said, rolling your eyes, and spreading your arms out.

A happy smile spread across Jaeyoon’s face as he put the mug on the coffee table, and practically flew into your arms. You giggled as you pulled him down to lie on the couch with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, resting his head on your chest. To be fair, you were quite sleepy, since you had to wake up early that morning for a 9am lecture. A nap at the boys’ dorms wouldn’t hurt. You felt your eyes becoming more droopy before you blacked out completely.

A few hours later, you heard a click that sounded like the doorknob opening. Consciousness came back to your brain when the door opened up, and the sound of chatter followed.

“What the- JAEYOON, WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SLEEP WITH HER?!”

The both of you jolted awake at Youngbin’s yelling. You then looked down to see your legs tangled with Jaeyoon’s as you two were snuggled up against each other.

“Oh my god, Chani, don’t look,” you heard Rowoon say in the background.

“Wait, wha-”

“HYUNG, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!” Dawon screamed before ripping a confused Jaeyoon out of your grip. You were now fully awake to see the rest of the boys chasing after Jaeyoon.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING WITH HER, LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Shocked, you got up and ran after them just to see Dawon and Zuho beating Jaeyoon up with his giant Ryan plushies.

“Hey, leave him alone!” you exclaimed, “He’s still sick, you know?!”

Dawon stopped harassing Jaeyoon to glare at you. You kept your firm glare at him before he stormed up to you and dragged you out to the living room by your arm, leaving the rest of the boys to do his job.

“What the hell, _______? Are you crazy?!”

“If you’re asking, no, we didn’t do anything inappropriate!”

Dawon pressed his lips together and grumbled before saying, “Okay, that’s one thing. But why did you come over when you’re gonna catch his cold?!”

“You guys can’t even take care of yourselves when you’re not sick, so I had to do something, geez...” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

“Okay, fine. But if you get sick after today, you’re not allowed to look after us when we get sick ever again, got it?”

You sighed, reluctantly agreeing to his compromise. “Fine.”

“Also, I think you can go home to do your assignment. It won’t be easy with those us around.”

“Yeah, whatever. I have tomorrow off, anyways.”

Dawon offered to drive you home, which you gladly accepted. During the car ride back, he told you about what happened that day, how it was SFDay, and that they had a special food event with the fans. You thought it was cute, but your concentration was on messaging Jaeyoon.

[ ________ ] : Get well soon~ don’t let the boys torture you too much >.< if they aren’t gonna let you live it down, tell me and I’ll beat some sense into them ㅋㅋㅋ

[ jaeyoon ] : I’ll do my best ㅠㅠ btw, the soup was really good~ I’ll make sure to spit in the pot so the others won’t touch it ;)

[ _______ ] : ...gross

[ jaeyoon ] : I’m kidding! Though, I still won’t share it with them...it’s still my recovery food

[ _______ ] : ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ you better hide it well so they won’t find it!

[ jaeyoon ] : I’ll try e_e

You chuckled before locking the phone screen, looking up to see that Dawon had just pulled over to your place.

“Thanks, Hyukie,” you said as you grabbed your bag, ready to leave.

“It’s okay. If I catch you sleeping with one of the guys, or any guy for that matter, I’m not gonna let you hang out with us again.”

You rolled your eyes. “Pfft, you’re crazy. You know I’m not like that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and get out; you need to finish your assignment, you lazy butt.”

“Whatever, loser,” you replied with a cheeky smile. You gave Dawon a quick hug before getting out of the car.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, and felt like you were in a sauna. From past experiences with colds, you knew this was bad.

Oh SHIT! You thought violently.

On the other side, the boys were busy getting their hair and makeup done for the music show’s pre-recording when their phones lit up to see a new message in the group chat.

[ ________ ] : ...

[ ________ ] : I hate you, Jaeyoon!!!!!

#sf9 #sf9 scenarios #mine. #jaeyoon #jaeyoon scenarios #sf9 writing #i hope you guys like it :'))) #please like or reblog if you've read it!!

[elementalheroneos]

Why do u care so much about killing stalking if u don't like it tho? Why don't u just ignore it? Not being mean just wondering

Ok so this is going to be long bc the whole “Don’t like it? Ignore it.” shtick has annoyed and frustrated me for months and I’m just going to vent it out now. I’m sorry anon if this comes off as angry bc it’s not directed at you, but again, this has bothered me for months now and I feel like more people are just going to say this until I put all this out there.

Also if this ends up in the main tag bc tumblr is a broken website: I don’t care what any of you nasties think and I don’t want to interact with you, so why don’t you all help me ignore it by blocking me and moving on.

TLDR tho: Ki////ing Sta///king makes me extremely uncomfortable and seeing people support it and the abuse in it scares me. I’d love more than anything to be able to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist, but because of its popularity, it is impossible to avoid unless I completely change my life. So because I have to be exposed to it against my will, I’m going to grit my teeth and express discomfort with vent posts on the internet and involve myself with people who also dislike it.

If I were to try and ignore it tho, I would pretty much have to delete all social media and avoid most of the internet.  Tumblr has recommended blogs about it to me, the main tag trends when it updates, i’ve gone into tags completely unrelated to the manhwa and seen crossover stuff, when it came out I had to unfollow 15 people who posted it, just a week ago someone who posted it followed me (despite me having it in my byf to not follow me if you enjoy it), people have interacted with my posts with icons of the characters, and so on and so forth.  As far as I remember I’ve only directly gone looking at the main fandom/character tags on tumblr/instagram about 6 or 7 times since it became popular.  One was when I first heard about it and was looking through the tag to see wtf it was. 2 or 3 were because I got into such a distressed state that I was trying to block as many people who supported it as I could so that they would never interact with me. 1 or 2 were to actually know what was going on to have an informed opinion. And the last one was bc y00bum-in//drag was saying that no one said anything like my vent post so I searched keywords to get screenshots. Beside that the only time I willingly look at it is also if someone’s blog pops up on a post on my dash who is a fan I might look at it for a moment because it’s already there in my face.

I really don’t actively look for that shit tbh it’s more it finds me. And the same goes for instagram and facebook and even I think I saw someone with a character dragon/icon on flight rising??? And uhh instagram allows you to block zero tags so guess how many times it’s come up there with cosplayers (and guess how many had self harm sfx makeup that freaked me out :) ) I’ve also had people message me/my friends about cosplay advice and commissions and saw posts about it on their blogs. 

I cannot avoid it at all on the internet, and to an extent the same thing goes for irl. I enjoy cosplaying and want to use as a springboard for my dream career in costume design and construction. I also work for an anime vendor booth and go to almost every con in my state and even some out of states.  My boss knows zero about k////s and tbh he wouldn’t care about what it was/if me and my friends who also work for him were made uncomfortable by it.  So when cosplayers show up to our booth, we can’t just leave to avoid them. We can’t tell them to leave because were extremely uncomfortable either. It’s basically a retail job so we have to smile and help sell things to them. One con for 2 days straight a pair of sang///woo and yoon////bum couple cosplayers kept coming back to our booth every 2-3 hours and hanging out for 20 minutes straight because we were the only booth at that convention selling yoi merchandise. Our boss even encouraged us to keep trying to get them to come back and buy more since they spent so much money. It was honest to god awful??? Like all three of us just kept praying they’d leave and not come back every time they showed up cause we did not want to see them. Esp when they would also loiter by our booth to talk to friends and do shippy things and joke about the abuse in the comic. 

I also was talking to a really popular cosplayer once who also is uncomfortable with k////s and he told me that a yoon//////bum cosplayer ran and tackled him at a con and damaged his cosplay. Or I had the scare of my life when I was going under a table to sort through the boxes and I came up to a yoon////bum cosplayer right there with wrist bandages and felt uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

And also umm going off that and onto a semi tangent: do you have any idea how many k/////s cosplayers love using self harm as a prop????? Ever since the chapter with self harm came out I have yet to see a yoon////bum cosplayer without wrist bandages (bloody or not) including that one that kept coming back for 2 days which is god awful. Esp considering one of my friends who works at the booth is extremely triggered by that stuff.  Anytime we see yoon////bum cosplayers now we have to go out of our ways to avoid our friend seeing it by either getting them to switch tables or trying to distract them all while WORKING and helping customers. And ofc one with bloody wrist bandages went right up to their booth one time when they weren’t looking and when my friend looked back bc they realized a customer was there they had to sit and help them purchase something before going to the bathroom because they were having a panic attack and needed to get away from that. And ofc the rest of us had to cover for them and pretend to our boss they were just taking a bathroom break. So uh yeah not fond and if you think I can ignore that….. what world do you live in???? It’s in my face on the internet and at cons I attend to enjoy and at my job.

Even though this has gotten super long I’m going to say this one thing before someone jumps on my dick for it: “But Ceili, why do you follow/interact with anti k////s blogs???? Lmao you secretly enjoy it/want to see it” Bc like I’ve said above, I have zero way to completely ignore it. If I’m going to be forced to see it against my will, I want to see it through people who also hate it bc its a huge comfort to know that some people don’t get off to the abuse and torture of a gay man and think its disgusting as well. I’m not going to just internalize and try to pretend I’m not disgusted and uncomfortable for the sake of protecting poor k//////s fans’ feelings. I’m going to vent about it and I’m going to talk to other people about why I hate it because it helps make me feel safer and allows me to get shit out. Anti blogs also talk about the contents of the manwha so that I can stay informed without reading it/having to see posts about it because if you dare try to criticize it and say you dislike it without reading it every fan jumps down your throat with “Youre making assumptions!!!!! You don’t actually know anything!!!!! Stop lying about my favs!!!!!” I also sometimes like reading anti’s posts bc there are times where I have problems articulating my feeling so seeing someone else write it out more cohesively than I can helps me sort things out so that I’m not thinking as much about how I feel and what I’m trying to say about this garbage bc someone already said it. And also if a fan is saying something extremely nasty, yes I’m going to sometimes jump in bc I’m at that point already upset and angry.

So yeah again: I legit cannot ignore it and once I see it I can’t stop thinking about it until my discomfort passes which can either be for a few minutes or a few hours depending on the situation. Unless all fans go and keep their content super private and dont put it out there which yall will never do, we’re at a stand still and if you want me to not continue to talk about this block me and dont interact bc I want to move on with this and be done already.

#ceili speaks #killing stalking // #self harm // #long post #sorry if anything is unclear/confusing I wrote this mostly rushing

[megamanxfanfics]

S.IV - Ep 6: The Mysterious Mushroom

Written by Metal Man X

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EXT. BIO LABORATORY – NIGHT

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X stares at the Bio Laboratory Entrance with a determined gaze.

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Broken Computer Room – NIGHT

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Split Mushroom spots X from his monitor.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Ahhh, so it appears that I have a visitor…  It was only a matter of time, I suppose.

He types in commands on his keyboard.  We see his large computer monitor split into multiple windows that display activity from his whole Bio Laboratory.  From his display windows, we see all of his Mechaniloids come to life.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Heheheee.  By all means.  Come in!  Come iiin!!

[Insert Title Card: The Mysterious Mushroom]

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INT. LAYE LABS – Testing Room – NIGHT

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Infinity Flea and all of his clones finish building a Giant Mech, before the rest of his associates.

INFINITY FLEA(S): There!  Finished!!

The clones all morph themselves back into him.  His colleagues stare at his giant creation, aghast at the sight.

ALLEN: Uhh. Sirr??  Wh-what in the World is that???

INFINITY FLEA: Hehehehe.  Behold!  The great Elucida!!

VICTOR: Elucida??

INFINITY FLEA: Yes!!  She will bring Clarity to the World when everyone witnesses her great power.

VICTOR: How in the world did you create that so fast?  One second, I’m finishing the Vaporizer Cannon like you asked; the next, there’s a Giant… Elucida in the room.

INFINITY FLEA: Hehehehe, that’s just how I operate, boys.  My photoconductive body can analyze and process data akin to that of several super computers.  I thought you all knew that!

They all shake their heads in shock.

GLEN: I remember you making guns faster than us, but… this is Ridiculous!!

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Entry Stairwell – NIGHT

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X runs into a green room with a long spiraling staircase.

X: Alright!  Here we go.

He begins his climbing ascent up the stairs.  Instantly, he is greeted by a guardian mechaniloid with a green shield that flies directly into him.

X: Hih!

X dashes back down a couple of stairs, points his X-Buster cannon and charges up.  The guardian mechaniloid lifts up it’s shield covering to fire, but X blasts it away to nothingness.

He climbs up a few steps to be greeted by another guardian mechaniloid, to which he destroys in the same fashion, after finding his opening to attack.

He dashes higher up the spiraling staircase as 3 Batton Bones fly down to him with missiles in their feet.

X: You’re not gonna get me!

X fires quick level 1 shots at the bats and the missiles, as he continues to run up the stairs.  They all explode, just above him as another guardian attempts to push him down the stairs.

X stops and pushes back against the guardian’s shield.  When it opens up to fire, X shoots rapid fire at the mechaniloid at close range, causing it to explode.

After that, two little dejira mechaniloids fly after X, which he’s never seen before.  They’re tiny V-shaped, robotic jets, which zip around and fire minor pellets.  X stops and carefully aims at the two.  They are both blown off with level 1 shots.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Good job, sir!  That was quite impressive.  According to my screen, there’s a teleporter just up ahead.

X: (surprised) Really?

DOUBLE: Mhm.

X looks ahead and can spot the teleporter at the end of the staircase, but a guardian is in his way.  As he runs and dashes on, he decides to jump over it and blast it with a charge shot from behind.  Then he makes his way over to the teleporter.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Nice one.

Once he hops on the platform, an eerie green light flashes at his feet.  Then more light surrounds him in a cylindrical fashion until he is fully covered, and teleported out of there.

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X steps off of the teleporter and finds himself in a green and blue tiled room with teal walls and purple lights illuminating the path on both sides.

X: Wow.  Boy, it sure is dark in here…

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Heh. I’ll say.

X walks through the corridor and analyzes the terrain.

X: A few floor traps and raised levels..  Nothing I haven’t seen before.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Hm?

X: (teaching) Always lay out your terrain before you run in, Double.  You always want to know what to expect.

DOUBLE: (o.s, flitered) Huh!  Thanks, boss.

X smiles and runs along.  He hops over the floor traps and dashes beyond the obstacles of the raised ground as he takes out a small wave of dejiras and blast rasters, which cling to the ceilings and short walls nearby.

At the end of the corridor, a wall is blocking X from advancing further and there is a floor trap directly below him.  He is forced to drop into the floor trap and air-dash to over to the floor on the other side.  He does this without even flinching.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Whoa sir, you weren’t kidding!  You really have done this before!!

X smiles.

X: Heh.

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Infinity Flea’s colleagues look at him and his Giant Mech - ELUCIDA, astounded and concerned.

RON: (concerned) Sir…  I don’t understand.  What do you mean when you say that Elucida will bring ‘Clarity’ to the World.

INFINITY FLEA: This Great Repliforce War…  is meaningless.  And Elucida is going to show everyone that, when she kills the Repliforce General!!

RON: What the-!?  Sir, you can’t!!

INFINITY FLEA: I absolutely can, and I will!!!

He flies up past the freshly built Mech’s pelvis, beyond it’s bust and enters the very small cockpit.

From the ground, Elucida is activated.  He quickly raises her up on her feet, causing the room to shake greatly in the process.  So much so, that he almost topples over in their direction.

ALLEN: Whoa-oaa!!

GLEN: GET Ouutt!!

RON: Move Move!!!

Elucida stumbles as Infinity Flea controls it’s arms.  They swing and flail around, struggling to achieve balance.  They nearly take out Victor in the process as Elucida finally regains her balance.

At last, she is standing fully upright, as the rest of the group look up at their Leader in disbelief.

VICTOR: (annoyed) Director, what the Hell!!!

INFINITY FLEA: (cackling) Heeheheeheehaahaa!!  Sorry…

His associates all look up at him, quite upset.  Then Dr. Laye enters the room along with her group of Researchers.

DR. LAYE: (gasping) What is the meaning of this!?

MALEK: Oh my God.

ZACHARY: This is too much, ma’am.

TERRANCE: We need to do something about this.

DR. LAYE: Don’t worry boys… We will.

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As X enters the room, he looks around and spots a lot of ladders amidst a damaged wall with many large holes in it.  He can feel the cold draft coming through against his armor, and he slightly shivers.

X: Jeez…  What’s with this place? I wonder what happened here.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Well…  I can’t say why, but all we know is that the Lab was decommissioned a long time ago.  It’s possible that Split Mushroom performed… questionable experiments on this Planet’s Biological creatures.

X scowls at the thought.

X: Hmm…

X begins his climb up the ladders and platforms.  

Once he is up on the first platform, a tentoroid mechaniloid flies down to him.  X narrows his eyes and shoots it down with a charge shot.

He climbs a second ladder to the second platform, where he spots a togeric flower at the far wall.

X: Ooh, that’s pretty.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered, informing) No, X.  That’s at Togeric mechaniplant.  They can be very lethal and dangerous if you’re not careful.

X: (nodding, surprised) Okay!

He immediately looks at his buster and decides to switch settings.

X: Ya know what?  I think I’ll try out this Twin Slasher chip that Zero gave me…

His armor instantly recolors itself into an ominous black and yellow.  Then, he fires a purple blast that splits into two fireballs at a vertical V-shaped 45 degree angle.  Upwards and downwards, the shots go.  After two blasts, the togeric is destroyed.

X: Hmmm.  Interesting move.  Double, another good tip is to always test your weapons before you go into the field…

X looks ahead and spots a small opening to the next floor.  He kick-jumps upwards when suddenly a brown gate shuts right at his feet, locking him up there.

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X: Huh!  What the Hell?  I’m stuck here.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) We can always teleport you out, if need be.

X: I know, but..!  Jeez.  This Mushroom really means business!

DOUBLE: Yes… I think, he does.

X looks up and notices that there are two paths ahead of him, separated by a wall.  The one on the right features a series of tentoroids that are flying down towards him, and the one on the left feature a couple of togeric flowers awaiting him at the walls.

X decides to walk over to the togerics and take them out from far away, as he kick-jumps up to the 4th floor.

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Two short platforms are above X, along with two togerics on both walls, ahead and behind him.

X: It’s starting to get harder, Double. Do you see that?  I must be getting closer to Split Mushroom.

He takes out the togerics and jumps onto a third short platform, where a tentoroid floats down to his position.  He blasts it away with the twin slasher and notices the spiked vines that are wrapped around the tower walls, along the cracks.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Quite on the contrary, sir.  According to my readings, you’re at about… the mid-way point of Split Mushroom’s lab.

X: (surprised) Man!  Okay.

He climbs up a ladder, takes out another tentoroid with two twin slashers, and stays away from the walls, which are lined with deadly spiked vines.  He carefully hops up to a short platform and climbs up to the next ladder.  As climbs the ladder, a tentoroid attempts to attack him, but he blasts them with the twin slasher.  At the top of the room, two more tentoroids disperse and fly past him, and X decides to leave them be, as he hops into the next gate, which locks him into the 5th floor.

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DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) WHOA, X LOOKOUT!!!

X: Huh!?  /Ahh!

Two hovering spiked tentoroids immediately come after X with their tops pointed at X from both sides.  He /jumps and grabs onto a short ladder as they ram into each other.

DOUBLE: That almost took you out…  Be careful, there are two more tentoroids like that right above you.

X narrows his eyes.

X: I see them.

He quickly climbs up the ladder, dashes to the next one and jumps as the spiked tentoroids ram into each other.

X: Agh! Damn!!  Mushroom’s giving me a run for my money.

DOUBLE: (chuckling, nervously) H-He sure is, heh heh..

X climbs the ladder in good spirits as he dashes to the far end of the next platform, just as the tentoroids go after him again.

X: mmMAN!!

X jumps up just in time, to get locked into the next floor-gate, as he can hear the spikers below him ram against each other.

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X destroys a normal, red tentoroid and looks above only to find that he still has a whole stretch of wall to climb before reaching the top.  He wipes some sweat off his brow and lets out a short pant.

X: …boh… How much further until I get to the top of this thing?

DOUBLE: …For this tower?  You’re almost there…

X: Ohh boy...

He looks up and kick-jumps to a far platform, where a tentoroid and a togeric await him.  He blasts them away with his twin slashers, then kick-jumps up to the next platform as another tentoroid floats down right after him.

X: Ahh!

He is struck by the mechaniloid, but he takes it out easily with the aid of twin slasher.

Then, he continues to kick-jump until he finally makes it to the top of the tower.

DOUBLE: There!  You made it!!

X: Phew!!  Yeah.

X takes some deep breaths as he walks along the top platform.

DOUBLE: You okay?

X: Ohh yeah.  I’m just getting warmed up, believe me.

He walks through the next corridor.

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Dr. Laye, Malek, Liam, Zach and Terrance all stand by Ron, Glen, Allen and Victor.  They look at Infinity Flea with disapproval, while he sits inside Elucida.

DR. LAYE: (calling out) Mijinion!  I demand that you eject from that Mechaniloid at once!!

INFINTIY FLEA: No way!!  Just look at this massive thing!  I can take on the World Now!!!

DR. LAYE: (firm) That is NOT your job!!!

INFINITY FLEA: Hmph.  Well, maybe it should be.  What good is creating all these weapons going to do, if we never get to use ‘em.

DR. LAYE: Quite frankly, I’m not fond of weapons production at all.  I’m only entertaining it for now, because I gave Gate and your branch sanctuary from Berkana’s toxic environment.  But so far, I can see that this isn’t working out���

Immediately, Infinity Flea’s associates start to grovel and plea to her.

ALLEN: Oh no.. please don’t.

GLEN: We need this job.  Please don’t lose us…

INFINITY FLEA: QUIET, you fools!  You embarass me.  You should all be in my corner, here.  The Repliforce attacked our friend!

MALEK: No, you fool.  He crash-landed by accident.

LIAM: Remember how he needed maintenance on his jetpack, before he left?

Infinity Flea stands before them in his giant mech, feeling a little foolish.

INFINITY FLEA: Ughhh.  Gaaaah. Well, he still died in their territory.  That’s enough for me.

ZACH: You’re an idiot.

INFINITY FLEA: If it weren’t for the War, he would never have investigated the area!!

LIAM: AND HE STILL WOULD’A DIED!!!!  It just would’ve happened somewhere else!!!

INFINITY FLEA: Rrrrrrrgh!!!! I can’t accept that!!!!

He starts throwing a fit within the mech, slamming Elucida’s arms against the walls.

ALLEN: Noooo!  Sir, what are you doing!??

GLEN: Please, sir.  This isn’t the answer!!!

GATE: STOOOOOOOP!!!!!

Infinity Flea immediately stops his temper tantrum at the sound of his Creator’s voice. Everyone looks up at him in fear, save for Gate who is simply disappointed.

GATE: …are you kidding me????  This isn’t how we act.  And you know better!

Alia, Blizzard Wolfang and Blaze Phoenix join the group to witness the commotion after Gate walks in.  

GATE: I am appalled!  What in the World do you think you’re doing!??   I vouched for you.  I believed in you; I trusted you!  Because I know your specs.  I know you have incredible weapons-building expertise.  But this!?  What is this…?  Throwing a tantrum, because you don’t get your way???

INFINITY FLEA: (quiet, regretful) Sorry…

DR. LAYE: Sorry!?  Sorry!!??  

GATE: Please..

DR. LAYE: Is ‘Sorry’ gonna fix my walls?  Is ‘Sorry’ going to pay for all the excess electricity your branch wastes every month!!?  

GATE: Hey wait…

DR. LAYE: No!  I can’t do this… I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to have you around any more.  Your branch is going to have to leave.

Everyone gasps and jeers.

ALIA: (sad) Noooo!

GATE: Lana, wait.

DR. LAYE: I said-

GATE: -at least let him test it first…!

The room quiets down.

DR. LAYE: What…?

GATE: …Let him test the program.  In a safe, contained environment.  We can build a whole obstacle course for him outside and everything.  I’ll pay for the damages done to the Testing Room, okay??

DR. LAYE: Hmph…  With my money…  I’m going to dock your pay until reparations are complete.

GATE: (annoyed) Fine!  Weapons Development, you have a new project.  Create a safe obstacle course outside of this Laboratory for Infinity Flea to test his new Mech.  Go off location if you have to.

DR. LAYE: But now this becomes a publicity stunt.  I don’t like this. /What are the higher implications of testing this creation?  /We’re going to join the War??  Whose side are we on?  No good can come of this!

At the first dash, Gate starts to walk away from her. At the second dash, she follows him out of the room.

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The two walk in the nearby corridor as Gate responds.

GATE: I lost a good man today for no reason.  As far as I’m concerned… we’re already at War.  And we have to be ready to defend ourselves.  …I know you have a big problem with advanced weaponry in your compound, but you’re gonna have to get over it!  …Would’ve been mighty nice to have Turtloid around now, Wouldn’t it!!?

She stops dead in her tracks and looks at him walk away, feeling stunned and somewhat guilty.

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Amidst a broken corridor, X fights against a large Tentoroid Mechaniloid.  Half the floor tiling is broken apart to reveal deadly spiked vines underneath.

X charges up.

X: Damn!  Whatever this thing is, it just won’t quit.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) I think it’s sort of like the Mother Tentoroid of the bunch that you’ve been dealing with.

X: Oh yeah??

X dashes away as the large, purple spiked tentoroid bashes through another tile.  He fires at it, which causes it to outwardly spark.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Yes.  There seem to be red ones which fly and shoot lasers, spiked-black ones, which attack in pairs and now this giant Purple, Papa-Tentoroid.

X dashes back and waits for the Tentoroid to attack again.

X: (smiling) Well, which one is it?  The Mama or the Papa??

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) I guess we’ll never know.  Hahaha!

X jumps up as the Tentoroid attacks.  He smashes it with a close-range X-Buster and the whole thing finally explodes.

X: Hahaha YES!!

Not only does the tentoroid explode, but so does the platform and the vines below him on the floor.

X: Whoaa.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) You okay?

X: Yeah..  I’m fine. The explosion must’ve cleared the spiked vines away. Heh.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Good.

X runs on and leaves the room, as he starts to make his way towards another staircase.

X: Ya know, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually having fun..!

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Mid-Level Stairwell – NIGHT

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In a purple room, X climbs a very familiar spiral staircase.

X: (continuing) You can be my Navigator any day of the week, Double.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered, gasping) Really sir?  It’s an honor!

X smiles as he begins his ascent. He can’t help it, but there’s something about this new kid that he really likes.  Making him laugh during missions helps to ease the tension too.

X: Up.. Incoming…

X prepares himself as a set of fives advanced Spiky mechaniloids jump after him down the stairs.

He carefully dashes, shoots, waits and attacks the next ones in that sequence until they are all destroyed.  Then he comes upon two hover gunners, which he also destroys easily with his X-buster shots.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Look out, behind you sir.  There’s a Death Guardian Mechaniloid comin’ for you, and I don’t think this one is going to stop to say ‘Hello’.

X: Whoa!  I think you’re right…

X dashes away more and more as he bumps into short waves of Spikys.  First he takes on 2, then 3 and 4, as the death guardian continually chases after him. Two more spikys throw X off when they stop and land to their side.

X: Huh?

DOUBLE: Lookoouutt!

X: No time!! Ahhh.

X blasts them with rapid fire and quickly runs after that teleporter at the end of the stair case.

X dash-hops onto the teleporter and is transferred out of there as the Death Guardian smashes into the platform.

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – 7th Floor Tunnel - NIGHT

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X steps out from the next teleport station and begins to run amidst the indigo and orange corridor.  He notices that there are purple and blue lights now along the walls this time.

X: Oooh, look at how colorful and nicely lit this place is. Split Mushroom must’ve cared about preserving this area more.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Be careful, sir.  I see more Spiked Tentoroids lined up on the outside wall, just above you.

X: Huh?

Double gasps over the coms as part of the room shakes and seemingly collapses.

X gasps as well, as he quickly jumps at the orange tiled floor slightly above and ahead of him.

DOUBLE: (o.s, flitered) Ooh, wait sir.  There's an item of interest outside!

X: (curious) What?

He quickly hops up to the mossy outside wall as the partition of the broken corridor continues to sink.

The drill spike attempts to crush X as he passes it by, which gives him a startle.  But then he sees the item that Double had mentioned and it gives him a smile.

X: Whoa!  Good job Double!!

X air dashes over to the mossy, outside wall of the corridor and grabs a jagged purple and gray block.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) What is it, sir?

X: (smiling, proud, thankful) This, my fine friend, is a heart fragment.  Without a doubt.  Good find, Kid!  I owe you an Energen-Soda.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Hahaha. What’s a heart fragment, my liege?

X looks fondly at the slightly glowing object.

X: It’s a special item created by my Original Master, Dr. Light.  If I collect all 8 fragments, I can create a heart tank, which attaches to my core system and gives me an immense power up.

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered, Interested) Rrrrreally!?

X: Ohhh yeah.

X hops down, back inside the corridor, from the broken partition.

X: I haven’t spotted one of these in a while!  Thank you so much, D!!

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) Heheheh, anytime X. But we can celebrate later.

X runs along the rest of the empty corridor with a smile on his face.  It fades once he feels the room shaking again.

X: Hm?

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) There’s more black tentoroids above you and they mean business!!

X runs on as the room separates into partitions again and again and again.

X: Damn it! Whoever this Split Mushroom guy is, he really has it in for me!!

X runs, jumps and dashes through what becomes an obstacle of walls in a race against time to get to the end of the corridor. The tentoroids break away six partitions of the room, before X makes it to the end of the corridor, panting and sweating.

He turns around.

X: Damn, Double. That was crazy!

DOUBLE: (o.s, filtered) It most certainly was…

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Common Room – NIGHT

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Zero sits on the couch, watching the news with a scowl.

ZERO: Agh, damn it!  This is crazy!!

Daiske, Bahena and Takuma, from his Unit turn around from their pool game with STONE ROOK from the Armored Air Cavalry.

DAISKE: What is it, Sensei?

ZERO: …tune in. We’re on the news…

They all take a look at the screen as an Anchor reports the latest details of The Great Repliforce War.

ANCHOR: (filtered) …we have absolute confirmation that the Maverick Hunter Maritime Unit has been wiped out by the United States Repli-Sea-Force.  The Maverick Hunters retaliated with an attack on the Repliforce Army’s supply route in Colorado, which has weakened the Army greatly.  While this may seem like a victory to some, the American people are in question of their safety again. And some are even beginning to wonder how things got this far in the first place.  Reports of protests and riots along the streets of Washington D.C. have been occurring near Memorial Park.  John Zumiefa has the story.

The screen cuts to the Reporter, in the streets of Washington D.C.

REPORTER: (filtered) …In an age, where Mechanized Warfare is commonplace, the people have had enough.  

Picket signs are raised by a crowd of angry civilians.  A sign reads: “One was enough!  No Room for two.” The R is designed in the Repliforce logo with a no sign around it.  Another sign reads. “Out with the Old. In with the New. Long Live the Repliforce”.

REPORTER: (filtered) They are literally divided, while some still don’t know what to think.  What makes this moment so important is that we are all actually witnessing… the Civil War of our time.  If neither side can come to a compromise at this rate, they will either obliterate each other, or one force will inevitably dominate the other, depicting a new paradigm for our time.  We can only hope that the Reploids all make the right choice, sometime soon.

Zero turns the news coverage off with an annoyed grimace.

ZERO: They hate us, man!  They’re making us out to be the bad guys.

DAISKE: I don’t think it’s that simple…

BAHENA: You are… kind of attacking the United States Government…

Zero narrows his eyes at Bahena.

ZERO: I am Stopping a War from getting any Worse!!!  Why is NO one with me on this!?

STONE ROOK: Hey man.  I’m with you…

TAKUMA: I support you too…  It’s just…  This is a real gray area.  I mean..  The Repliforce is in the wrong, but… how far do we push back too, before we look bad?

ZERO: That’s what I’m getting at. There is no other form of push back.  We can’t protect ourselves without diminishing our view in the public eye.  We can’t have it both ways.

STONE ROOK: Well, the people seemed to forget that Jet Stingray laid out a fucking City in Australia.  So let’s just settle that one.

ZERO: (nodding) Hah.  You’re right!  That’s where I wanted to go first, but X wouldn’t let me.  So I tried to play it his way.  But I just can’t anymore!  I can’t ignore it!!  These guys need to be punished!  An example needs to be made of them.  Maybe if they see what we’re capable of, they’ll finally stop…

BAHENA: Hmph. Prevention by Intimidation?  Count me out.

DIASKE: (nervous) M-me too…

ZERO: Hurrrgh, fine!!  I don’t need you there anyway!

BAHENA: FINE.

Bahena walks out on Zero, and Daiske joins her with a worried face.

STONE ROOK: Uh.  What just happened?

Zero rubs his wrinkled brow with his hands across his face.

ZERO: (exhausted) Ohhh, I don’t know…  I think Bahena just quit on me…

TAKUMA: Nah, she’s just blowin’ off some steam.  She’ll come around… I think.

ZERO: Ughh..

STONE ROOK: Hey, man. Listen.  You’ve got my support, but right now my team needs to keep an eye on the sky.  That’s the bigger picture right there.  You’re talkin’ about Naval ground attacks.  I’m worried about Air strikes.

ZERO: That’s fair.  Thanks man.

Zero shakes his hand.

STONE ROOK: No problem, dude.  I gotta head back, but you have a good night man.  Try to get some sleep.

ZERO: Thanks…

TAKUMA: So what do you want to do??

ZERO: I'm going to bed.  …and tomorrow morning, I'm going to attack their Naval Base.  With or without you!

Zero points at Takuma.

TAKUMA: I’m going, man. Relax.  I’ll get Tau and Venzo on board too.

ZERO: (smiling) Hm.  Okay…

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Mossy Elevator – NIGHT

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Amidst a large green elevator, X looks up toward the high ceiling.

X: Hmmm.

X attempts to kick-jump along the wall, but he can’t get a good grip.

X: Eww, the walls are all mossy. I can’t get a good grip!

Just then, a short togeric root pops out from the wall. Then another from the other side.

X: Huh?

X fires at them both from a distant 45 degree angle.

A third togeric pops out just from above him.

X: Whoa!

X charges up and destroys that one.

X: Damn, Double…  This is becoming a bit much, eh?

X can’t hear anything on the receiving end of the coms though.

X: Double?  …Double?

As the elevator ascends, 2 more togeric roots pop out from the wall as X fires at them.

X clicks on his coms one more time and this time he hears static on the other end.

X: Shoot, the coms are down…  I guess I've gotta do this alone…

X charges up, prepared for 2 more togeric roots.  Then, 2 hover gunners rain down rapid fire upon him.

X: (guarding himself) Ahhh.

His armor turns black and yellow as he fires Twin Slashers at the hover gunners.

Upon his ascent, He can spot three raised platforms.

X: Nice.

When he hops onto the bottom platform, He notices that the elevator below him is not stopping.

X: Wait! Not nice. Not nice!

The elevator crushes the platform he is standing on, then the one before him.

X: (scared) Holy shit!!  I'm gonna get cruuuushed.

A third large platform gets crushed as he looks at a 4th floor in fear.  He quickly dashes to a small opening before the Elevator can catch him.

Then a long togeric root juts out above him and yet again he is in a bind.

X: Aaaah!!!

As the floor ahead of X is crushed, He has little time and room to dash into a short clearing, past the spiky togeric root.

With his opening, he jumps onto a platform, before it can become crushed. Then another.

After both are crushed, X tries to high jump and use his hover thrusters to ascend, but he only remains still in the air.  Before long, the elevator catches up to him, and his feet are grounded again.

He ascends and two more togeric roots attempt to catch him from both sides.

X: /Nah! /Yah!!

X /blows one off with a charged shot. The other he /punches with a glowing fist.

At last, X notices that the moss on the walls clear up just past a short platform above him.

X: (v.o, thinking) There!

He air-dashes at a 45 degree angle and climbs up the platform.  Then, he air-dashes up the brown walls towards the top of the laboratory.

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X climbs to the top of the broken lab as the gate closes at his feet.

He notices an energen capsule sitting on a raised platform and he decides to grab it.

He looks at the ceiling through the opening of a final short gate. He can actually see the moon in the night sky from this angle.  He has absolutely reached the top of this Laboratory.

X: (v.o, thinking) That’s gotta be it.

He kick jumps up the wall toward the gate.

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Broken Computer Room - NIGHT

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The moment the gate closes at his feet, a loud Siren horns.  The word: 'WARNING' is etched in red on a computer screen before him.

Then, the mysterious Split Mushroom flip jumps down into the room from the ceiling on his other side.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: /Yeah! /Yeah!!

He //bounces on the ground as he makes his grand entrance. Then, he lets out a small burst of poisonous mist that dissipates into the night air, slightly intimidating X.

X takes a step back and guards his face for a moment, until the Maverick starts talking.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Are you X? I'm under orders to terminate you.

X: Who's orders?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Take a wild guess.

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INT. Undisclosed Location – NIGHT

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In a dark room, Isoc watches his monitors with an annoyed scowl, while in a video call with his partner, Sigma.

ISOC: Damn it, Sigma!  This is exactly what I was talking about!!  

SIGMA: (filtered, amused) Hmm?

ISOC: X is engaged in battle with Split Mushroom right now, as we speak!  And you don’t even care!!

SIGMA: (filtered) Hehehehe.  Hahahaha!!

ISOC: Why are you laughing?  X has found us out.  Aren’t you even worried that he might find you???

SIGMA: (filtered) Not at all.  In fact, I would welcome it.  But in the mean time, I’m enjoying the show.  You should too…

ISOC: (frustrated) Grr..aghhhk.  I don’t.. Understand it!  How can you be so calm at a time like this?  

SIGMA: Because, my simple friend…  You’re forgetting that we have a plant at Maverick Hunter Base.  Interrupting their communications network right now…

ISOC: Hm?

SIGMA: …If anything happens to Split Mushroom… Whom is of little consequence to me, by the way…  

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INT. CYBER SPACE – Maverick Hunter Mainframe – NIGHT

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SIGMA: (v.o, narrating) Then… That’s what Cyber Peacock is for…

A huge Firewall with the Maverick Hunter logo has been destroyed, by Cyber Peacock, who walks further inside their database with a smile.

CYBER PEACOCK: Oooh, yeeeeeah!  I’m gonna like it here!!

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INT. BIO LABORATORY – Wrecked Computer Room - NIGHT

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Split Mushroom high jumps above X and clings to the wall behind him.

X: Huh?

X turns around.

Standing upright on the wall, Split Mushroom puts his hand out and creates a powerful duplicate of himself shrouded in a colorful rainbow-like aura.

He creates five more rainbow bodies of light, which proceed to flip and hop around in place excitedly.

X: (nervous) What in the World..??

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hehehe, are you just gonna stand there? Or are you ever gonna attack!

He sends the 6 bodies of light after X, which all proceed to flip and jump after X, acrobatically.

X: Ah, oh. Whoa! //Gahh!

X dodges three bodies, but is caught by two.  The last one misses him by a margin and dissipates, while Split Mushroom's host body laughs.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Gyahhaahha! You’re proving to be very entertaining!

Split Mushroom runs after him and fearlessly dives into his chest with two fists out.

X: Guhh..

He charges up as Split Mushroom passes him by and high-kick jumps off of the wall behind him.

Sparkles seem to rain down from his body and keep him floating in mid-air, while Split Mushroom continuously flips.

X: (v.o, thinking) What the Hell is he doing?  Now's my chance.

X blasts him with a charge shot that completely catches Split Mushroom.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Gaaah!

X charges up, kick jumps to his position and fires another one at close range.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Aaaaah!!  Damn it.. Just you wait.

X: Haha! What are you doing?/

At the dash he fires a third charge shot from directly below.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hurrrruaaaah! /This!!

After getting hit a third time, he truly /splits himself into two Mushroom bodies and drops to the ground at both sides of X.

X: What the-

SPLIT MUSHROOM(S): Hahaha. Hahahahaha!

They playfully run into X and knock into him as they pass him by.

X: Ahh. Ugh..

X grits his teeth through a frown and charges up.

They turn back and jump over him one after another.

SPLIT MUSHROOM(S): Yea-Yeah!!

X fires at a body, but the Charge Shot goes through him.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Whoopsie! Wrong me.

The other one smashes into him from behind, knocking X to the ground.

X: Gaahd.. Damn it.  What do you think this is, a game..?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Ohohoho no.  Quite the opposite.  You’re trespassing.  And I'm going to destroy you!

The Mushrooms proceed to double team X by flip jumping into him from both walls.  Back and forth, they both flip bounce off the walls and switch sides, confusing X even further.

X charges up.

X: Aaaaah, /no!!

X fires his charge shot at Split Mushroom and actually catches the host body this time.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Aagh!

A purple gust of mist shoots out from his Mushroom head as he falls to the ground. He gets up quickly and angrily rushes after X.  The clone body, follows after, but now the rhythm of their attacks is out of sync.  X is easily able to keep his eye on the original host as he charges up once again.

X jumps over both of them and fires at their backs.  The X-Buster goes through the clone's back and rams against the host.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Nnnooo!!

More mist and sparkles emanate from his body upon getting hit.

He gets faster and faster as they both try to run and jump over him from the other direction.

X: (v.o, thinking) This guy's attacks are a joke…  Once you get past the whole ‘duplicate form’ thing.

Split Mushroom and his clone become so fast that X cannot keep up. He is eventually unable to dodge in time before they both manage knock him down to the floor again.  And again!

X: Aghhh. No… (v.o, thinking) Spoke to soon..

He begins to get trampled on by the two as they continuously stomp on him and kick him while he's down.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hahahah! Yeah, yeah!!  How's that for ya, X??

X: (v.o, thinking) Gah… Damn it.  I need to slow this guy down.  Then I'll have a better chance….  /Wait!

A bright idea /comes to X as his armor flashes to yellow and black.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Huh??

X: Try this, Mushroom!

He shoots out a yellow Lightning Web, which shocks Split Mushroom and his clone directly to their cores.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Yah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-Ahhh!

Both of them shake off the pain and jump over him.

X: Gotcha!

He turns around and fires another lightning web at the host.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Yaaa-aaa-aaah!!  Grrrrr!!!

The two rush over to X from both sides and flip jump right above him.  Then they abruptly stop into a dropping headbutt as they both fearlessly dive into him.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Weee!

X gets hit and dashes behind him toward the far wall.  Split Mushroom and his clone regain their rhythm and begin to chase after X once again.  

X: (v.o, thinking) Oh no…  Not this again.

X kick-jumps up the wall behind him and takes advantage of his thrusters.  Floating in mid-air, X has a moment to regroup and analyze Split Mushroom's movements.

Split Mushroom and his clone acrobatically flip up to X who charges up and fires another Z-Buster at him.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Yuaaagh!

Split Mushroom is knocked down to the ground from the Charge Shot as X's thrusters run out.

X lands to his feet and shoots another lightning web at Split Mushroom.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Kauauauggghhh…

He becomes so weakened that his clone body becomes ghost-like and fades back inside the host body.

X: You’re done Mushroom.  Now talk…

SPLIT MUSHROOM: N-never…

X: Why did you build those Mechaniloids? Why go after the Repliforce? What’s your game??

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Hahahahahahaha..

X: What’s so funny!?

X holds out his buster.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Its not about the Repliforce, you fool……  I'm just here to test your limits…  And by now… the damage has probably already been done…

X: Huh?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Oh, nothing.  Good luck getting home…

X: Huh!?? Double! Can you h-

X attempts to use his com-link once again but hears only static on his end.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Buahahaahahh!!!

X: (shocked, v.o, thinking) Servers are down… Which means translocation satellites are down. (gasp) I can’t teleport!  Shit!!

X fires another shocking web at him.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: Gyaaaauuurrrghhh…

X: (irate) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: GAAAHhahahahaha!!!  I may be dying…  But I get the last laugh.  

X: What!?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (taunting, mocking) You looooose Maverick Hunter…  Enjoy your Great War!

X clenches a fist and is so upset that a blue aura glows around it.

X: NO!!

He smashes his fist against Split Mushroom's small chest and breaks a hole through his core.

He pulls out a weapon chip with a Maverick logo on it and stares at it in awe as the rest of Split Mushroom's body explodes.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (reacting, dying) Geeeeyaaaarrrrrgggfffhhhh!!!!!

When the dust clears X is left with his thoughts as he holds onto his new chip. It is labelled “Soul Body”.

X: …What the Hell..?  I can’t get out of here.  I came here for answers, but instead, I'm just getting more questions.

He thinks back to what Split Mushroom first said when they met.

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (v.o) I'm under orders to terminate you.

X: (v.o) Who's orders?

SPLIT MUSHROOM: (v.o) Take a wild guess.

X: Hmph…

He frowns and closes his eyes.

X: (v.o) I don’t want to...  But it would make the most sense..  Only he is capable of screwing me over this much…  

He winces as he holds back a tear in his right eye.  Then he shakes his head.

X: I have to focus on getting home.  I'll have plenty of time to think about this on the way...

NARRATOR: (v.o, narrating) On the night that Zero weakened the Repliforce Armed Forces, Maverick Hunter X has taken a different path and investigated a mysterious Bio Laboratory that was suspected to be the source of recent Mechaniloid Activity.

X looks up to the open sky and kick jumps his way out of the laboratory and stands at the broken rooftop.

NARRATOR: (v.o, narrating) With these findings accurate, X has found and destroyed his target, but now he is stranded!  

X: (v.o, thinking) Shoot… I have No idea where I am…

- Freeze frame on a worried X, gazing at the sea –

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NARRATOR: (v.o, narrating) With no way to communicate to his Headquarters, he can only wonder what’s going on at home. While in the bigger picture, I wonder if X will ever be able to reveal the true cause of this Great Repliforce War.  At this point, even if he did, I fear they would not believe him.  Have the Repliforce become so immersed in their war that they simply do not care?  Or is their still hope yet?

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#MMX Fanfics #Season IV #Episode 6 #The Mysterious Mushroom #X vs. Split Mushroom #Infinity Flea #Zero #War Planning

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I’m Your Sword and I’m Your Shield Ch. 9

"Is... that it?" "We're at the right address..." "How has this place not collapsed by now?" You say, eyeing the house/shack before you and the others. "It looks like one of those places in the movies where the bad guy hides the girl..."

"Yeah." Ryuji agrees. "The door plate does say 'Madarame.'" Ann says. "Uhh... You ring the bell." You turn to look at Ryuji, "Talking to me or Ann?" "Ann." "What!? Why me?" "Cause we're not sending (Y/N) to ring the bell." Ryuji pulls you close, practically smushing your face into his shoulder. "The house might collapse in them." "I'm such a delicate wittle fwower." You add in with your best timid voice. "You're just as bad as Ryuji." Ann huffs and looks back towards the shack, "The walls won't collapse when I do, will they...?" Morgana meows as he pokes his head out of Akira's bag, for a second you actually think the black and white cat said something. You and the others walk up to the door and Ann rings the bell. Kitagawa's voice filters through the intercom. "Who is it? Sensei is currently-"   Ann interrupts him, "Um, it's Takamaki." "And (L/N)" You add. "I'll be right out!" 'Talk about a mood whiplash.' You think. Ryuji scratches the back of his head, "People really do live here..." "You know," You mutter with a tilt of your head. "if Madarame's so famous, you'd think he could afford to keep his house in better shape." Suddenly, the door slides open and Kitagawa is standing in the doorway. "(L/N)-san. Takamaki-sa-" He stops upon seeing Ryuji and Akira behind you and Ann. "...You two are here as well?" Kitagawa sounds annoyed as he says this. "Hey." Ryuji gives a cheeky grin and you can't help but stare at him. You zone out for a couple of seconds, too caught up in seeing that grin. You almost miss what Ryuji says about Madarame plagiarism and abuse. That would explain why you felt so restless being near the old artist. Kitagawa answers out of disbelief and irritation as Ryuji shows him something on his phone. Kitagawa approaches to look the device and you're half expecting him grab it out of Ryuji's hands. You weren't expecting him to laugh and shoot down the idea of Madarame's abuse. "Money is a very big facter..." You mutter under your breath at what Kitagawa had said. You remember reading somewhere about foster parents taking in foster kids for the money and putting them in terrible living conditions that was bordering on abuse. You miss the look Ryuji gives you as Kitagawa continues with his rant. Knowing that the artist is being abused puts you on edge and you get the feeling of protecting Yusuke like you did with Ryuji all those years ago. "You might be lyin' about it!" Ryuji snaps back. Kitagawa stumbles a bit before snapping back at Ryuji. You pull the blond back slightly and Ann backs up as well. The commotion has brought Madarame to the door, the anxious feeling returns as you glare at the old man. Kitagawa explains himself and Madarame shakes it off with a smile. You can tell how fake it is and it angers you down to your core. You block out the rest of the conversation, too upset to pay attention until Kitagawa pulls out his phone and shows the others the picture he pulled up. "Sayuri..." You quietly say, making Ryuji jump slightly at your voice. You give him small apology as you continue to stare at the photo. "We have this hanging up in our house. My mom says that it makes her feel warm and happy, like being wrapped in Grandma's embrace again." Kitagawa smiles, "This was the painting that inspired me to become an artist." "It's so beautiful..." Ann says, transfixed by the painting. "I don't know all this fine-art stuff, but even I can tell that this is impressive..." Kitagawa puts his phone away, "When I first saw you and Takamaki, I felt the same emotion as when I saw this painting..." "Us?" Ann asks in disbelief while you make a noise of amazement. "I wish to pursue beauty like this." Kitagawa bows slightly to you and Ann, "And I believe drawing you both will be part of that pursuit. I implore you both: seriously consider my offer." "Kitagawa." You say, gaining the blue-haired teens attention as well as the others. "I'm.... curious to hear more, but not here." The artist blinks in confusion, "Why not?" 'I can think of a number of reasons, all of them starting with Madarame.' You mentally grimace before speaking, "I'm working this whole week, or however long it takes for my mother to find a replacement." You write down something really quick before tearing it out and giving it to Kitagawa. "That's the address of where my mom's work is. Stop by and ask for me, alright?" The artist took the paper quietly, "Understood." "Alright." You smile and turn to leave, "Sorry I can't stay longer, but I have to go. See ya!" "See ya!" Ryuji calls back as the others say bye. You walk a few feet away before puling out your phone and texting Ryuji: I don't like Madarame. If you and the others go back to the shack, be careful... The house feels cold, unfriendly, and dark.

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Honey and Rain (Part One)

A/N: I had to post it twice since the Continue reading button wasn’t working for mobile, but hopefully it’s up and running by now. 

Warnings: Mild swearing, blood

Next Chapter: Part Two

You had never asked for this to happen to you.

You weren't a believer of God or angels and demons and that sort of stuff. You thought it was all crap. That is, until you were rudely awoken by a pair of muscular arms holding you down, another hand keeping your mouth open while somebody brought a container holding some sort of bright white light towards your face.

The pastoral fragrance filled your nose, practically hitting you in the face with a mixture of honey, pine needles and rain. Was that from the light? No, that's impossible.  

You kicked and thrashed against the men's holds, but it was as if they had you tied down. Your arms could barely move an inch. Screaming out for help only seemed to make them angrier, causing one of them to get a few punches into your stomach.

The men shoved the light into your mouth, finally releasing your struggling limbs once you had swallowed it. The light had left a lingering taste of honey behind. Maybe it is possible? Soon after, they vanished into thin air. Did they really vanish into thin air or were you going insane?

Seconds after they had left you could feel a sharp pain running from your head all the way to the bottom of your spine, as if somebody was running a blade deep into your flesh and pouring some sort of burning substance into the wound. Running to the joint bathroom, you stared into the mirror and watched as something black and feathery sprouted from your back. You screamed in pain, wishing your roommate was here to help you, but she had left to Hawaii a week ago. "What the hell!?" You growled.

You fell to the floor on your knees, the cold tiles sending chills up your legs. Your arms being the only limps cooperating with you, keeping you from falling face first into the floor. "Those ba-" You screamed out again, watching something that looked like a wing stretch out from your back. "Bastards!" You yelled.

Ever since that night, you hated angels. You couldn't explain what happened to you and your friends only thought you were insane. After three days of constant talking about wings and weird abilities, they sent you to a physiatric ward. That's when you figured out how to teleport.

A day later, you had orders from angels to protect and watch over a child named Liam. That didn't go as planned. You were supposed to make sure nothing happened to him, he was important. A prophet.

You had found Liam's body hanging from his living room's ceiling fan, his neck purple and bruised from the tight rope and his eyes open with tears. His parents were out on a family business trip to Texas and the babysitter had chosen to not do her job. You remember the horrible smell of expired Chinese food filling the house, the soda cans littered everywhere, but you remembered the look on Liam's lifeless face the most. Complete and utter sadness.

After that, you had enough. You hated angels with a passion. You killed any angel you found, whether they tried to persuade you they "weren't like the others" or not. You hated angels for making you into this monster and forcing you to go through the pain of watching a child's body hang from his own ceiling.

Within days, you killed nearly a decade worth of angels. They had tried to boss you around, giving you complicated orders on who to follow or who to protect, but you eventually blocked them out of your head. Until today.

"Y/n." You heard the familiar voice of the angel that was bossing you around from day one. You still didn't know his name but you decided one for him. Bastard. He never showed his face to you, but that never stopped him from talking to you in your head.

Scowling at his voice, you gripped tighter to the blade in your hands. "What do you want, Bastard?"

He chuckled. "Still have that silly name for me? Anyways...I have your next human's name for you."

"No." You growled. You swore.

"Yes."

"NO." You shouted, placing the blade into the back of your pants and punching the closest wall towards you.

Bastard's voice got deeper. "Yes. You will protect this human, otherwise I will kill your brothers. Do you hear me? I have them in my sights right now, and don't even try to warn them." Fearing you'd never be able to see your brothers again, you agreed.

"Fine." Your voice was strained. Great, just great. Typical, threats from an angel.

"His name is Castiel. His last location was Sunshine Road motel, hurry."

With that, you flew to the motel, forgetting about the angel you were hunting down at the warehouse. They'd probably manage to find you anyways.

Angels only ever asked you to protect humans that were important, or ones they could eventually use for powerful vessels, so what was up with this Castiel guy? Was he supposed to be a vessel?

You glanced around the run-down motel, noticing water stains in the corners of the ceiling. This only has a few years left. Taking a step towards the desk, you stepped on a newspaper lying on the brown patterned carpet. Picking it up, you saw the headline read "Two females dead, hearts missing." You would do anything to go back before you knew what that meant. Warewolfs.

With an uninterested stance, you threw the paper back to the ground and walked to the cream coloured front desk. "Excuse me, has somebody named Castiel checked in here lately?" You walked up to the lady at the front desk. Violet, her name tag read.

She rolled her eyes. "I can't give that information out." Violet loudly chewed on a piece of gum, wishing you could just smite her for being annoying.

"I'm the boss's niece." You sassed back, you didn't have time for this rubbish. "He needs it."

She gave you a questioning look and reached for the phone. "My boss is a woman,"

Without hesitating, you pressed two fingers to her forehead and knocked her unconscious, listening to the satisfying sound of her body falling to the floor. You wiped her memory of this encounter while she was out, before moving behind the desk and looking over the security tapes.

There had been three people that came in last night. Two were obviously a couple, that probably couldn't afford a better motel.

But the third had caught your attention. A scruffy looking man wearing a dark blue hoodie was clutching onto his side. You zoomed in, barely able to recognise the red liquid from the pixelated image on the screen. His knuckles looked as red and bloody as his clothes, you were unsure whether he was the attacker or the victim. In this line of work, he was probably both.

Following the man through the cameras, you found his room. Retracing his steps, you tried to think of a way to introduced yourself to him. Finally reaching the eleventh door on the left, you knocked on the wood and listened closely. Nothing.

You flew yourself inside of his room, too impatient to try the handle. You were being hurried, after all. Bed sheets were messily placed, hanging off the near side towards the window. Looking even closer, a trail of items lead to the window.

A chilly breeze flew into the room, causing the thin fabric hanging above the window to sway back and forth before finally resting once again. Stepping in front of the open window, you placed your hand on the sill, leaning out and taking a look around. He was no where to be found. As your hand retreated back to your side, you felt something different. Exposing your palm upwards, you saw blood smeared across your palm to your fingertips.

"In a rush?" You asked yourself, looking back to the window sill. Blood was smeared across the wood but you could make out a hand print, the white paint peaked out underneath telling you it was beginning to dry.

This was definitely Castiel. You just had to find him now, and fast. If any of the angels find out you've already lost him, you're dead. Luckily for you, you learnt how to find locations of people by thinking of their name.

Castiel.

Nothing. It was as if he vanished from the face of earth. You prayed- no. Hoped. You hoped he wasn't dead, for yours and his own sake.

Whoever this Castiel guy was, he must be important so you had to make sure he stayed alive unlike Liam. You couldn't see another one of your humans die because of you or your actions.

Thinking hard, you managed to remember a witches name you met a while ago.

"Circe," you whispered to yourself. Flying yourself to her apartment complex, you were met with a strong familiar scent. Herbs, a lot of them, too.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled, crossing her arms. "Fuck sake, Y/n!"

"Sorry," You mumbled, trying to neaten up the paper stack you had blown all over the place. "Uhm- I'll just...place these here..." You said, placing a heavy box full of animal bones on a shelf, only for it to fall to the floor along with even more herbs.

"Oh my-" She frustratingly growled, slapping you in the back of the head. "Just leave it alone you damn angel."

Rubbing the back of your head, you took a step away from the mess and awkwardly sat at the table with bowls full of blood and other witch stuff. "I uhm- I should have called." You mumbled, finally looking into her brown eyes.

"Yeah, you should have." She growled, crossing her arms like a mother. "What do you need this time?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, allowing her brown curls to cover one eye.

For a witch, Circe wasn't that bad. She only used her spells on people who deserve them. Criminals. "Uhh, I need a guys location, names Castiel." You said, gnawing on your finger nervously. Sure, you were an angel and probably could smite her with a flick of the wrist, but Circe scared you. She was more human than witch, at least her personality was, and that scared you. After you had swallowed that light, you basically lost all humanity that was ever inside of you. Who wouldn't be afraid of Circe after everything she's done, she can still act and feel like a human?

Circe understood your panic and hurry and removed the bowls from the table immediately, replacing it with a map of Kansas. You watched impatiently, listening to her chant something and light the map on fire. Within seconds, the map had burnt to ashes besides a spot in the left hand corner. "He's there," She said, tapping on the street name. "Most likely in that motel," She tapped on the closest motel.

Smiling gratefully, you nodded your head as a thank you and quickly flew to the motel she had mentioned. Just like the other, this motel was on its few last years. Wallpaper looked as if it had been slowly torn day by day, while the furniture's mould was bent in and looked incredibly unclean.

Without bothering to check-in at the front desk, you went from door to door trying to find this dang human. After the fifth door, you finally saw the face from the video cameras. "Hello?" He asked wearily, hiding behind the door.

You squinted at his behaviour, wondering what he was hiding behind the panel of wood separating the two of you. Remembering you had strict orders from heaven, you came up with a lame excuse. "I'm Y/n. I saw you outside earlier and was wondering if you'd like to go out for drinks later tonight?" You smiled, pretending to act as normal as possible.

He smiled warmly and moved something around behind his back before stepping away from the door. "I'd really like that, Y/n,"

"Can I uhm- know your name?" Like you needed it.

"Steve,"

Ooh, he is important isn't he?

"Nice to meet you Steve,"

"You too," He shifted on his feet and glanced around before finally opening his mouth to speak once again. "What time do we leave?"

Perfect.

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