#maaaaaaaaaaaaybe

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

Jonalot Week Day 1

Affection

SUMMARY: Something that Jonah definitely did not expect was how affectionate Lancelot was.

Something that Jonah definitely did not expect was how affectionate Lancelot was.

Before their relationship, Lancelot had seemed almost a deity to Jonah. He was cold, stern, and awe-inspiring, someone who Jonah can proudly call his King but hesitate to even dare wish for something more. Even before Lancelot had become King, the distance between them seemed too vast to cross. Jonah would’ve never imagined that one day he’d wake up with strong arms around him, but there he was, under the thick red canopy, gazing upon his King’s sleepy face.

Months after the fall of Amon, Cradle began to slowly repair itself, and to Jonah’s joy, Lancelot did the same. He was as diligent in his work as ever, but something about him felt softer, and almost happier. The blood was back in his cheeks, and Jonah’s heart swelled whenever he looked at him.

But even with all these new changes, Lancelot’s confession, three months later, still came as a complete shock. Jonah had stood there, gaping, while Lancelot looked him in the eyes and poured out his heart. Years upon years of stolen glances, small touches, gentle words, all laid bare. He couldn’t speak for the longest time. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. And yet—

Lancelot’s soft snores caught, and Jonah knew his lover had woken up. He couldn’t stop a silly grin from splitting his face when Lancelot nuzzled into his hair.

“Good morning,” Jonah murmured.

“You could’ve woken me up,” Lancelot croaked, voice raspy from his slumber.

“I need to train the new recruits in an hour,” Jonah reminds him, regretfully extracting himself from Lancelot’s arms and sitting up. “You should rest, my King. Your meeting with the Red businessmen is not until 9.”

Slender fingers encircled his wrist before he could move to pull back the curtains of the canopy bed, and Jonah suddenly found himself to be within mere inches of Lancelot’s face. No words were necessary as Jonah leaned in and brushed his lip against Lancelot’s. He couldn’t help but let out a small breath of laughter as Lancelot huffed in frustration and tangled his fingers in Jonah’s hair, bringing him in for a proper kiss.

For a moment, Jonah basked in the attention of his King. The crimson curtains dimmed the shine of the sun, and the last vestiges of sleep urged Jonah to return to Lancelot’s arms. However, he broke off the kiss, all too soon, and smiled as the King chased his lips.

“Join me for lunch today, my King?” And we can continue then.

Jonah knew what the answer would be before Lancelot even opened his mouth, but he still swelled with happiness when Lancelot assented.

After taking one more look at Lancelot, at ruffled hair and lazy eyes, Jonah pulled back the curtains and faced the new day.

.

Jonah knocked thrice on the heavy doors, and pushed it open after hearing Lancelot’s voice, telling him to come in. His King’s brows were furrowed, as they often did when he was concentrating, but they relaxed after seeing the familiar figure of his Queen, standing in the doorway.

“Pardon me,” Jonah spoke as he walked towards the desk, glancing at the pile of documents sitting beside the King. “But I was wondering if I could accompany you to lunch.”

Lancelot leaned across the table and took Jonah’s hand in his, before looking up with keen eyes, “I thought I told you that you didn’t need to bother with the pleasantries.”

Jonah opened his mouth to apologize on instinct, but caught himself just in time. The transition from Queen to lover hadn’t been easy. In the first few months, Jonah had apologized for every word out of turn, fearful of stepping too far. But Lancelot had been patient, and eventually, Jonah stopped shying away from any form of intimacy with his King. Now, in fact, he has begun to crave it. “Is that a no, then?” he asked, looking at Lancelot through his eyelashes.

Lancelot’s lips curved, “Of course not.”

He placed his quill down, and released Jonah’s hand to stand and walk around the desk. Biting his lips, Jonah waited until Lancelot was next to him to reach out and take his hand again.

Lancelot stared down at their intertwined fingers, pleasantly surprised, and Jonah flushed but didn’t let go. He led his King to the dining room like this, grateful for the lack of soldiers in the hallways at this time to see them like this. The soldiers had a separate mess hall from the Chosen 13, and Jonah fully expected an empty dining room. But, of course—

“My, this is certainly a delightful sight,” a familiar, far-too-amused voice came from the corner of the room. Jonah scowled at the Jack, who had a plate of cake sitting before him. Now that they had an audience, Jonah attempted to free his fingers from Lancelot’s, but Lancelot held on tight.

“I didn’t expect you two to be here,” Lancelot said, taking a seat gracefully. Jonah did the same, albeit still glaring at Edgar.

“My dear protégé asked me to spar with him, and I simply couldn’t refuse,” Edgar told them, taking a bite from his cake. “We were a tad late coming back.”

“Where’s Zero, then?” Jonah asked with a frown. “He hasn’t been missing meals, has he?”

“He finished his only moments before your arrival,” Edgar said. “But I’ll certainly tell him how worried you were for him.”

Jonah sniffed. “I wasn’t worried.”

“Naturally,” Edgar smirked. He placed his fork down and stood up. “Well, if I weren’t full before this delicious display of affection, I certainly am now. I’ll see you two tonight for the meeting.”

With that, Edgar left the dining room, leaving the King behind to calm the indignant Queen.

.

To Jonah’s surprise, as he stumbled, exhausted, from the bathroom and into his bedroom at night, he found Lancelot sitting on his armchair, with a book open on his lap and a macaron in his hand.

Lancelot glanced up, and the concern is apparent in his eyes. He set the book and macaron down onto the table, and beckoned Jonah over. Jonah squared his shoulders, and blinked the fatigue away as he walked over to his King. Lancelot looped an arm around his waist, and pulled him forward. Startled, Jonah’s hands shot out to grip Lancelot’s shoulder as he straddled Lancelot’s lap.

From this angle, Jonah has to look down to see his King. It was strange, because Jonah always had to tilt his head up slightly to look Lancelot in the eyes, but he didn’t dislike it.

“Tired?” Lancelot asked.

Jonah nodded, fingers toying with strands of golden hair at the nape of his neck.

Lancelot’s hands moved from his waist to his thighs as he stood up, carrying Jonah with him. He set Jonah down gently on the white sheets before climbing on the bed with him, pulling the sheets over them both. With a flash of red eyes, the magic stones in the lamps turned off, leaving the room in utter darkness.

As he felt strong arms wrap around him and a warm body press against his back, Jonah couldn’t help it—he let out a small breath of laughter.

“What do you find so funny?” Lancelot asked. Jonah didn’t need to see him to see the bemused smile on his lips.

Jonah shrugged, “It’s just that…I would’ve never imagined you to be so affectionate, my King.”

He felt Lancelot’s arms tighten around his middle briefly, and Lancelot fell silent, as if he was thinking about how to say something. Jonah let the silence settle in around them, waiting patiently for Lancelot to gather his thoughts.

“I didn’t want to give you any hope,” Lancelot whispered at last. “I knew that you loved me, but before I became King I thought that it would be impossible for two men of our station to be intimate, and after Amon, I didn’t want you to be put into danger. But when I defeated Amon, after being under his control for so long, I realized something. I realized that if I could stand against Amon to protect what I love, then I can stand against the world if it means having you.”

Jonah twisted around in Lancelot’s arms. The moonlight, peeking through the cracks of his curtains, allowed him to meet Lancelot’s glistening blue eyes.  He didn’t say anything. There was nothing that needed to be said. He only kissed Lancelot gently once. Then again. And again.

“I love you,” Jonah murmured, somewhere in between.

“I love you, too,” Lancelot breathed back.

And Jonah smiled, and tangled his fingers in golden locks as he basked in the affection of his King.

FIN.

[thetooncrew]

i want to do like a KND villains heroes swap SO BAD but i know i wouldnt do anything interesting with the OG sector v + i dont know what villains to put in swap sector v...

[dorkousloris]

just coming in to say that.

beardnita aka beard!anita aka this version of neets is now canon in their late 30s-40s designs now. (and maybe in early 30s in other AUs)

which meant, watch out that their happy ending au self and their oc verse future self is gonna knock that beard because. uh.

anita looks at me and told me they loved this look of theirs now and i am also. genuinely happy drawing them with that so-

[thisgodwontforgiveyou]

i might buy oni hmm

[meatholf]

This took forever but

I finally finished @sleepyjuniper 's DITY!!!

My over worker brain decided to make it way more detail than it needed and maaaaaaaaaaaaybe changed it from the original image

like a lot

anywho I like the coloring and pretty proud of the small perspective I managed

[awesomeuchuu]

Am I pondering a HSR verse?

maaaaaaaaaaaaybe

Eichi, Kanata or Rinne as eminators? or Madara??? I am not sure

Eichi's from Belobog for sure

Kanata... Luofu. Probably.

Rinne is PENACONY that one's EASY

SUBARU AND HIIRO? HMMMMM

twins? Tatsumi???

CHIAKI??? Maybe he's a Nameless...

[blueflare7pkmn]

fware? do u wahnt huggies?

maaaaaaaaaaaaybe

[sparklyeyedhimbo]

Please tell me they are for real related brothers very clearly from minute 1 in double savage I can’t take another one of these

On this episode of are they real brothers or nah? We got Parkorn and Pawin from Double Savage

I know we all are still reeling from midnight museum and their "he looks like your little brother/nong" bullcrap. And are all 100% sure that the gmmtv writer can't write a brotherly relationship between REAL brothers.

And you get feed from the get go that pakron the first born is seen as this "jinks", as if he is the only reason his dads and moms life is going downhill. And that his father really REALLY hates him. He treats his other children completely different.

And the more info you see the more your brain is going to. What if the "jinks" has some OTHER meaning, like this boy is not MY son and thats why he is not getting any love kinda meaning? So with that mindset you go into the scene, where pawin is asking his mother if their dad really is korns dad and she gives us this

and you sit there like

.....maybe we will get more glimpses of this in the next episodes. Because it feels as if there is somethingelse going on there or happend there and we all will lose your wigs, shits, hopes and will when they drop it on us. Or maybe not it's a gmmtv show it's really is a 50/50 here.

In conclusion:

For now they are real brothers maaaaaaaaaaaaybe halfbrothers let me get more info in the next episodes.

[fanonical]

judge: sir, we are accusing you and your fellow animorphs of war crimes

jake: okay

jake: i'm, like, 14

judge: did you do war crimes?

jake: ...maaaaaaaaaaaaybe

[slaanxsh]

would you ship slaanesh?

Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe? If I did, it would only be with other gods/entities. Slaanesh has no interest in mortals.

[meglyfer]

Some character info of my UT AU

Alhpys

Lost her tail as a child because of the last human before Frisk, and replaced it with a robotic one She's not a fan of humans, and is an absolute asshole to Frisk in all three routes. Every single challenged in Hotland has been put there by her to piss off the human and feed her own entertainment (She says this the first time they met) She is the Royal Scientist, the Regional Commander of Hotland (More on what are Regional Commanders and Peace Keepers at the end of the post), and the main provider of safety to monsters, making her the fourth most politically powerful person in the Underground Her personality is mostly the same to that of the original Alphys, but more secure about her abilities and sarcasting (And an absolute bitch towards humans, god I love her)

Sans

Some real nice human who was passing by Snowdin gifted him a good 'ol nice bullet (He got shot in the fucking head) ("Meg, how did Sans survive if he only has 1hp" For plot reasons, let's say he has more than 1hp, either way you're gonna kill him with one hit on the genocide route) As you may imagine, being shot in the head does not bring you any health benefits, quite the opposite actually. He may have miraculously survived, but now he has vestibular dysfunction, which brings him a bunch of struggles:

This is also why most of the time Sans is seen using a cane, walking sometimes gets a bit difficult for him, so he uses a cane for support. Because of all this people sometimes treat him like he's made out of glass and may break at any time. He understands their worries and where they come from, but he doesn't like people babying him all the time, it makes him feel like a rag people carry around rather than a person. He has like a thousand jobs and only gets paid on one. He is: · Alhpys' laboratory partner (Part time job, payed) · Casual comedian at Grillby's (Sometimes gets tipped by customers) · Honorary Peace Keeper (Works only when available and refuses to accept any payment) · Sentinel for humans (Payed with Toriel's jokes) · Sometimes offers himself as babysitter (Refuses to accept payment) · Ocationally sells hotdogs · Probably forgetting another job (Yes, he partly does all this to prove that he doesn't need people constantly taking care of him and that he can do stuff on his own) He hates humans (How could he not), but is a fair man, plus he made a promise. He is not to kill any humans that may fall in the Underground unless they are proven to be a threat to monsters Is more passive-agressive towards Frisk than the original Sans

Papyrus

The nice human that gifted Sans a bullet also gifted him a bullet! (His left tibia is gone. Now he's got a piece of metal in replacement) Unlike his brother, he actually has some hope in humanity. He believes all humans deserve a chance, and a second chance, and maaaaaaaaaaaaybe a third chance. But once the limit is passed, he will kick your ass. Sorry man, but there's a point where even the Great Papyrus can't trust in you anymore He works as a Peace Keeper full time (Payed) Since I love putting my problems into characters, Paps sometimes has trouble speaking. It could be taking ages to say a word (Either new word or one he already knows and usually has no trouble with), randombly starting to stutter, arranging a sentence in a weird way, or just forgetting to say a whole word or sentence while speaking. It's not like this all the time, of course, most of the time he speaks just fine, but sometimes mouth not be mouthing, you know?

Gaster

He is (Or rather was) just a guy He used to be the Royal Scientist before Alphys, and good friends with Asgore and Toriel. He was kind, smart, and a bit clumsy. One of the best people to have as a friend He was a boss monster that has been around since even before the human monster war happened (He's old af) After a long time in the Underground, he realised he felt a bit lonely and decided to have children, Sans and Papyrus (How the hell did he have two sons without having a partner nor reproductive organs you ask? I don't fucking know, asexual reproduction or some shit). Just as he was an excelent friend, he was an amazing dad He was Alphys' and Sans' tutor when they started studying science and stuff Such a shame he died thought. Like, eight years before Frisk arrived. And such a shame Sans, his son, was the one who found him melting in his lab. Such a shame really, everyone missed the guy (Unlike in UT, people still remembers him)

PKD

The Peace Keepers Division (Or PKD) is a sub group of the Royal Guard, with a department on each region of the Underground, that acts as if they were the human police, and the Peace Keepers are the officers. Not only do they protect monster from any external threat, but they also solve conflicts between monsters (That's why they're the "Peace Keepers Division" and not something like the "Underground Defense Forces") Each region has a leader, or a "Regional Commander", to which all Peace Keepers report to. At the same time, all Regional Commanders report to the "Head Commander", aka the leader of the Royal Guard, aka Undyne. Regional Commanders must give her a daily report of what happened in each region and if there's been any incidents The commanders are: · Ruins - Toriel · Snowdin - Grillby ("Meg, didn't you mention that he still has his bar?" Yeah, well, he's both a bar owner and a police man) · Waterfall - Gerson · Hotland - Alphys There is no PKD department in New Home as the Royal Guard does that job (Also, fun fact, after building the whole system of PKD and the Royal Guard, because of some details that I skipped in this explenation, because of her position as Head Commander, Undyne can do a coup with little to no room for failure, she is so fucking powerful, and this is jusr politically speaking. What have I done)

[alazyparallelworld]

maaaaaaaaaaaaybe weeeee were loooooooooooverrrs inn a past life

[squidsavior]

ooc: The moment I queue this reply uh.... uh I'm going to maaaaaaaaaaaaybe work on setting up a multimuse.

[kmp78]

vallavg Things are never quite as scary when you've got a friend. 🤔 Who is that?😂

Aaaah, the 2nd stringer Val from years gone by... 🤭

Her name was Valeriya Goncharova and she was... waaaaaait for it... have a 🪑 so you won't pass out and fall down from sheer shock...

A DAINTY RUSSIAN TWEENIE MODELITA.

JL's type, you think?

Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe a little? 🤷🏼‍♀️

She popped up around him once in a blue moon...

... and naturally trolled heavily whenever she could. 🤭🙌

Her love story with Lord Leto never went anywhere tho cos that other Valeriya swooped in and...

Well, the rest is history. 😛

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 13: Set Up

I woke up the next day to a text from Kitty, inviting me over for breakfast. I couldn’t help but shake my head – I knew I was going to be asked some questions about last night if I went. But I figured how good their food tend to be outweighed the embarrassment I would have to go through. So, I took her up on the offer.

When I got to their apartment, the table was already set. I took a seat next to Craig, who was seated across from Scott and Kitty. I saw the knowing smiles on their faces. But they had the decency to wait until we started eating. With some prodding from Kitty, I told them everything – how MJ and I were just walking for a bit, about how I got the idea to go to Red Hook to get Big E Style chopped cheeses, how we went to Brooklyn Bridge Park to eat, and how MJ basically read me like a book as I lay my head on her shoulder.

“I told you it was a date,” Kitty teased with a smug look on her face.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I still wasn’t sold on it being a date. After all, friends could go on little adventures and take a moment to be real with each other, right? But whether it was a date or a hangout between friends, it was a memory that I was going to cherish forever.

So, semantics, I suppose.

“I’m happy you had a great time last night,” Scott remarked. “So does this mean you’re going to pursue MJ again? I think it’s pretty clear that there is mutual affection there.”

I grinned. “Do you think so?”

“My dude,” Craig cut in, giving me a look of slight exasperation. “You convinced her to go all the way to Red Hook with you for a food adventure. Y’all had dinner in a park underneath the night sky. She had you laying your head on her shoulder while she played with your hair. And she wants you to open up more to her so she can take care of you.” He brought his hands up as he turned away slightly. “Now maybe, MAAAAAAAAAAAAYBE, she wants to be good friends with you.” He then turned his head towards me as he lowered his arms and smiled. “But I think there’s a good chance that Scott is right.”

“I second all of that,” Kitty said. She then wrinkled her nose. “A girl has to be really interested in you if you convinced her to go all the way to Red Hook for that monstrosity. Seriously, Peter. Chopped Cheese with Booty O’s in it?”

“Oh don’t you dare be sour!” Craig and I exclaimed in unison. We looked at each other then laughed. Kitty rolled her eyes at us. Meanwhile, Scott smiled in amusement as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, I wish you luck,” Scott said after he lowered his mug. He then paused. “…But there’s also the matter of… you know.”

I nodded. “I know,” I said. “…I decided I’m going to tell them. I don’t know when, where, or how yet. But I’m going to tell them. They deserve to know. And if there’s even the slightest chance of MJ and I being together again, she needs to know the truth.” Scott looked at me for a moment. Briefly, just briefly, I saw a flash of red behind his glasses. He then smiled slightly.

“You’re growing, Peter,” he said. He chuckled quietly. “If you need any help with that, just let us know, and we’ll help you think of something." I nodded at him. There was a good chance I’d take him up on the offer.

After that, I turned towards Craig. “So, are you still down to go suit shopping? Ned won’t be available this weekend, but he’s open next weekend.”

“Probably for the best,” Craig replied. “I got to handle something on Saturday night before I head off to work.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just got tipped off to a stash house in Vinegar Hill. It’s this old warehouse. From what I was told, a big time Fentanyl pusher from Harlem is keeping his stuff there. So I’m going to scope it out and see if I can destroy any drugs there, as well as take any cash that might be there.”

“You need any back up?”

Craig paused for a moment. He then shrugged. “I’m never opposed to Spider-Man having my back. I’ll hit you up and give you the location when I’m on my way, a’ight?”

“Sounds good.”

The rest of the day went by as normal for the most part. I checked e-mails for assignments from The Daily Bugle. I went to class and took notes. And then I headed over to Peter Pan.

I hung out with MJ and Ned in the coffee shop until it was time for us to head to St. James Theatre to watch American Idiot. We met Betty, Kitty, and Craig over there and ended up with the same seats as before. Fortunately, there were no criminals rushing in during intermission. Speaking of intermission, I didn’t have to go to the lobby to pull myself together. When Boulevard of Broken Dreams was being performed, I did start to unravel. Much to my surprise, however, MJ grabbed hold of my hand. I looked at her. She kept on looking forward, singing along. After a few moments, I smiled and gave her hand a subtle squeeze before I brought my attention back on the show, singing along without the lyrics getting to me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Kitty and Craig smiling at me like a brother and sister proud of their younger sibling.

After the show, we went to get ice cream and just shot the breeze. Then we all squeezed together into Kitty’s car before we were all dropped off home. During the car ride, everyone teased MJ and I about our date. It went on like that for a while before MJ slyly asked about Kitty’s and Craig’s dating life. Both of them agreed that a change in subject was in order.

When I got home, I took some time to chat with my fellow American Idiots about random things. Eventually, I called it a night before I went out on patrol. As swung through the city, I had a huge smile underneath mask. Things were looking up.

That should have been a sign that things were about to take a downturn.

Saturday night rolled around. I started my nightly patrol early to get myself warmed up for tonight. As I waited for Craig’s call, I stopped a few robberies and got a cat out of a tree. I know the latter act didn’t seem like much, but being a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man meant helping out with the little neighborhood problems. Once I got the call from Craig, and after he sent me his location, I swung over to Brooklyn. As I moved through Brooklyn, I looked down at Brooklyn Bridge Park and smiled fondly.

“That night was awesome,” I said to myself.

Sometime later, I saw Craig standing in an alleyway. I cut my line and landed on the dumpster next to him, startling him a bit.

“You sure know how to make an entrance, Spidey,” Craig said after taking a deep breath to calm himself.

“When your main mode of travel consists of swinging around like an Uncharted multiplayer character, making an entrance is practically required,” I quipped.

Craig nodded as he put his hood up. “You’re not wrong.” He pulled his mask down. I looked at his outfit, seeing that he was in all black. He then looked at me as I dismounted the dumpster. “You know, I been thinking… you might need a quick change outfit of your own.”

“It crossed my mind a few times.” I looked down at my suit. “I probably could’ve used it in Europe when Mysterio popped up.” I was reminded of when I had to grab this half mask to disguise myself when I thought I was helping Mysterio fight off a water monster. Looking back on it, it was a stupid disguise. I was still wearing my civilian clothes. It was a good thing my classmates ran for it.

“Yeah,” Craig said in agreement. He then jerked his head in a direction, prompting me look across the street at a grey warehouse. “This is what we’re hitting. According to my source, this is the stash house I was telling you about the day before.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“We break in and search the place. Any drugs we find, we destroy it. And if there’s any cash, we walk away with it. We’ll keep half of it, and give the rest to F.E.A.S.T.” I looked at him when he said that. He looked back at me, and I had a feeling he was smiling. “I think your aunt would have appreciated it.”

“You’re right,” I said. “…Thanks.”

“Hey man, it’s what we do, right?” He looked out towards the warehouse. “Okay, we’re doing codenames from here on out. Let me work on the door. Be my look out. Once I get the door open, we’ll head inside and start looking. Sounds good?”

“Yeah it does.”

“A’ight – let’s do this.”

He walked out of the alleyway and crossed the street, making sure to look both ways for any incoming cars. During this, I walked to the nearest wall before I climbed it. I quickly made my way up to the roof. After that, I walked up to the edge of the roof closest to the warehouse. I shot a strand of webbing towards the wall of the warehouse before I used it to pull me towards it. I zipped through the air before I landed on the wall. I crawled up onto the roof and stood perched on the corner, keeping my head on a swivel. During this, Frictor was working on the door, picking the lock with a pair of tools. After about half a minute, he managed to get the door unlocked before he opened the door. He looked up at me and beckoned me to come down. I nodded before I jumped on the roof and landed in a three point stance.

“That don’t hurt your knees?” he asked.

“Surprisingly no,” I responded with a shrug. “Shall we go in?”

Frictor nodded as he stepped aside, allowing me to go first. Once I entered, he stepped right in and closed the door behind him. As he did so, I looked around the spot. Frictor walked up to my left side.

“…What the heck?” he muttered out.

The place was empty. As a matter of fact, the place looked sterile. The air smelled of cleaning chemicals. I looked towards the right at the loading/parking bay. There wasn’t even an oil stain on the ground. Frictor walked deeper in the warehouse, looking around. I walked after him. I grabbed the bottom of my mask and pulled it up just enough to expose my nose. I took in a deep breath. I smelled more chemicals – bleach, ammonia, amongst other things. The floors were not only clean, but polished to the point where I was sure I could see a fuzzy reflection of myself if the lights were on. They must’ve been waxed.

“…Was my source wrong?” Frictor asked as he looked around.

“No,” I replied. “I think whoever this stash house belongs to was tipped off. This place was scrubbed down before we got here.” I pulled down my mask. “The whole place smells of cleaning chemicals. It looks like everything’s been scrubbed. Even the floor is buffed and waxed.”

“Dang it.” Frictor shook his head before he turned towards me. “It looks like we got bad luck tonight. I’m sorry, Spider-Man.”

“Hey, no worries. No one bats a thousand, right?”

“Right.” Frictor sighed. He looked around the place once more, as if he hoped that, by some miracle, something would stick out to him that would made breaking in worth it. “A’ight, well let’s head out before we get caught.”

The two of us walked out of the warehouse. Frictor had the courtesy to pick the lock to relock the door. He sighed and shook his head. “So much for that.” He then turned and began to walk across the street. I was about to follow him until I heard the sound of an approaching helicopter. I ignored it at first. But then the sound became gradually louder. I looked up at the sky to see the chopper gradually coming to a stop overhead. Frictor was halfway across the street when he stopped in his tracks. The helicopter being there was already odd enough. But then I read the words on the side of it.

Daily Bugle.

It was at this moment I felt an intense feeling up my spine and had a buzz in my head that just as intense. I felt my skin tighten – I knew that I had goosebumps all over my body. There was a major threat. But I couldn’t figure out why my powers would go off with the Daily Bugle chopper…

Underneath my mask, my eyes went wide as I remembered the press conference earlier in the week.

“Three days’ time,” I muttered in realization. I then looked towards Frictor and yelled. “FRICTOR, GET OUT OF THERE!!!”

He looked towards me and tilted his head in confusion.

And that was when it happened.

The pavement behind Frictor erupted. Frictor himself stumbled forward before he turned around and backpedaled quickly. I quickly moved to his side. I was going to check to see if he was okay until I saw what was coming out of the hole.

“What the fuck?!” Frictor and I said in unison.

Out from underground was a tall muscular man that had to be at least seven feet. He was wearing a green and black armored suit that covered most of his body. Over his head was a green domed helmet that only left his mouth exposed, as he even his chin seemed to have some bit of armor covering it. The helmet also had orange lenses for his eyes. His hands seemed to each have two fingers and a thumb, each of the digits clawed. His feet each had two clawed toes. But the most striking thing about him was a metallic tail that curved above his head and ended with a large stinger. Much like…

“A scorpion,” I muttered out. Frictor glanced at me briefly before looking back at him.

“…I was really banking on Justin Hammer bluffing,” he groaned. “I was set up and I dragged you into this trap. Can this night get any worse?”

“Good evening, you two,” the tall man said in a voice that sounded very familiar.

“Hello,” I greeted, waving casually at him. “I see you were going for a stroll underground. How’s the weather down there?”

“…Really, Spidey?” Frictor deadpanned.

“What? I like to be polite.”

“Oh now you want to be polite?” the scorpion-like man spat. “Justin Hammer gave you three days to submit to The Accords or retire, and how do you respond? You can continue with your unlawful vigilante activities with no remorse. That’s far from polite. If nothing else, it’s blatant disrespect.”

“And what’s it to you?”

“I’m the scorpion that Justin Hammer warned you about.” The man stepped forward. I dropped into a three point stance as Frictor brought his hands up, ready to fight. “And I’m also acting under the authority of The Sokovia Accords. But I’m giving you two one last chance to either surrender to The Accords or quit right now. If not, I’ll be forced to take you down.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Scorpion, sir, but I’m going to have to warn you that this is not the fight you want,” I replied in a very serious tone. “There’s two of us and one of you, and I sincerely don’t like your odds.

“Scorpion” sighed as he shook his head. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” That was when he quickly leaned forward and the stinger of the tail short downward towards us. Frictor and I parted as we jumped away from our previous spots in opposite directions at the last second. The stinger came down on the spot that we were previously occupying, turning it into a small crater.

“Well, looks tonight is about to be fun,” Frictor quipped as he cracked his neck. “You ready, Spidey?”

“I’m ready,” I replied. As the scorpion man with drew his tail, I moved into a crouch as Frictor took up a fighting stance.

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Will Bash and Scorch become good friends (like in the anime) or have a good/romantic relationship together?😐🤨

They are good friends. As for romantic... maaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Is that something you folks would like to see?