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Scott leaned over building's rooftop's during the nighttime as it lasted, standing inside the hero base, observing the new room that was built, probably for Pix.

"Scott, what are you doing?" Fwhip asked, behind Scott on another building rooftop, "Oh, Fwhip! I'm just . . . observing Pix's new place, since now he's a superhero, he lives here now, with the other superheroes." Scott informed the ginger, Fwhip hesitantly nodding. The two watched and hurriedly hid when a hero with a mushroom cap left the building summoning big mushrooms while jumping on their caps, another hero, following behind as she used vines to swift herself across the buildings, both gleefully laughing with warmth in both of their voices as the trekked along the city.

"Heroes, they're pretty weird, huh?" Scott laughed softly, one hand on his hip once they stood up when the heroes were out of sight, "Definitely." Fwhip softly chuckled in return, shrugging when observing the hero's base. "Well, I think that they have less rumours being spread about them, which is lucky." Scott sighed, looking at the ground with sadness, "Scott, what do you mean?" Fwhip asked, although, he knew exactly what he meant.

"Rumours, you know? About me? They're fairly popular, both with heroes and civilians, maybe even villains, like us." Scott sighed, fiddling with his outfit softly, tucking one of his loose cyan locks behind his ear. "

"Alright . . . You don't plan on becoming a superhero, right?" Fwhip asked the cyanette, who shook his head hurriedly, "No! Of course not!" He responded, bewildered. "I'm glad, also, I heard rumours about you, but, I know they're all fake." Fwhip sighed, Scott nodding, "I was informed by a particular superhero about those rumours, maybe one is true but, not now." Scott sighed, Fwhip tilting his head with confusion.

"Which one?" He asked, Scott sighing and shrugging, "If I ever do get with someone, it's the pregnancy one, I would like to try that with someone, once I love them and we're married or something." Scott sighed, resting his head on his hand. "Sure, I'm not that good with kids, but I would love to have one." Scott softly chuckled, slight blush creeping up on his face, Fwhip nodded, thinking slightly, "I think that you'd be a good father." Fwhip smiled warmly towards the cyanette, who's lips brought out a warm smile towards the ginger.

"Thanks, Fwhip, you're so kind." Scott smiled, which made Fwhip slightly smirk, "Am I now?" Fwhip chuckled, gently brushing his lips against Scott's, who backed away and flushed at the contact, "Oh fuck off, you're a villain." Scott muttered the last part under his breath, but Fwhip could still pick it up, "I know, isn't that odd, a villain, kind?" Fwhip asked, grabbing Scott's wrists and pushing the other against a wall and pinning his hands high above his head. "Fwhip . . ." Scott breathily muttered, throwing his head back and softly grunting when Fwhip gently kissed his neck, it was odd, to say the least, it didn't make the cyanette uncomfortable, though.

"Wait, Fwhip, stop, we're just friends." Scott muttered, pushing the ginger off, looking away and feeling shame heat up when Fwhip let out a chuckle. "You enjoyed that, be honest." Fwhip muttered gently, playing with Scott's cyan hair and gently trailing his hand down, hovering it over Scott's crotch, to which the cyanette flinched away. "Fwhip, as much as I love you, platonically, please, continue." Scott whined when Fwhip started gently playing with Scott's crotch, making the other whine out, but Fwhip stopped and retracted his hand back.

"Scott, beg." He growled, Scott flinched but shook his head, he was getting confused, if he loved Fwhip platonically, why was he asking for more? Why would he be experiencing intimacy with his ex and not hate it? Fwhip was his ex for a reason, not just to be Scott's seventh ex or achieve some imaginary medal of being Scott's seventh ex!

Is it because I'm hypersexual? He asked himself, trying to try and ignore it, but it was most likely true, damn his past abusive and unhealthy relationships.

He stared at Fwhip and forced the other to stare back at him, grabbing his chin roughly and tilting it up, the other then passed out on Scott's chest, slumping his body weight on Scott, Scott groaning to try and push the other off him, making the other fall to the ground with a thud, soft metal sounds clinking against the roof-top. "Oh Fwhip." He sighed softly, gently rubbing the others forehead.

"Fwhip, I do not want you to ever be the father to my kids, though, I like someone else." He hissed softly to himself and Fwhip, if they other could listen. He picked up the mechanic and headed to the villain base quickly.

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However, he felt an arrow pierce his ankle, causing him to cry out in pain, looking at Fwhip with golden eyes, the other woke up immediately and stood up, looking at the blood that was on the ground, he growled and shot his head up to spot Hotguy, alone. "Come on, you two, one-v-two!" He yelled, throwing his arrow in the air that was lit with fire and shot and Fwhip, who dodged, but hit Scott in the back, making the other yell out with pain.

Shaking, the cyanette stood up and growled, "Of course when I talk about kids you're here!" He yelled towards Scar, running up to the brunette and kicking him in the stomach while jumping, then punching the other in the face, making Scar groan out softly but punch Scott in the stomach, sending the other staggering back, Fwhip by his said and blowing fire at the brunette, who dodged and lit one of his arrows with the fire and shot and Fwhip, straight in the stomach, Scott kicked the other to the ground and look3d at him with purple eyes, the other then passing out.

Scott stood back, panting, whipping around to Fwhip who was clutching onto his stomach wanting to rip out the arrow, but knowing it would just cause him more pain, maybe even kill him from blood loss. "Fwhip!" Scott cried, running up to the ginger and gently hugging him, who let out a groan of pain.

"Scott, please help . . ." He groaned softly, his breaths getting raspy as blood pooled down his hand, "Scott, get Sausage . . . Pearl . . . Anyone." Fwhip moaned in pain, slumping against Scott, who blushed but shook it off. He nodded, lying Fwhip down and quickly running to the villains base, calling Pearl and Sausage to come and help Fwhip, he wasn't going to die, Fwhip's strong, but if it didn't get treated well, he'd probably get an infection or be really hurt and not do "villain activities".

However, once Sausage and Pearl left, he spotted Joey trembling and softly hugging a blanket, slight tears damping it, he sat next to Joey who perked up when spotting Scott. "Scott!" He cried out, hugging the other around his waist, causing Scott to blush but force a smile. "Joey, what's up?" He gently asked, "Can I vent to you?" Joey softly asked, Scott nodding, while Joey was venting, he, most likely on accident, touched Scott's thigh and his thumb brushing over Scott's crotch, making Scott blush and force himself to enclose a moan.

He's your friend now, act like his. Scott told himself firmly.

But god, I hate being hypersexual . . .

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