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flying-nightwing · 4 years ago

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Night Adventures in an Unlikely Maze of Blue and Yellow

Hiiiii guys. This is for @batwngs, the MVP of leaving the best comments ever and being generally an amazing person. I still have trouble closing my imagines so nevermind the underwhelming ending. Anyway enjoy the probably sweetest thing I’ve ever written, it’s really really really freakin’ cute.

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Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Word count: 3174

Warnings: none beside mentions of doing the do and one (1) innuendo

Summary: While most people would qualify married life as boring, having Dick Grayson for a husband turns the most mudane task into an adventure. This is the story of one shopping trip turned into a teenage dream (Katy Perry can suck it up)

You were making breakfast when you heard it.

The sound of the coffee brewing and the sizzling pan were singing the beginning of a new day, harmonizing with your soft humming of a song you had heard on the radio the day before. The sun basked the whole kitchen in golden sun and warmed your back through your fluffy robe, so much you never wanted to leave this spot. You closed your eyes, taking in the peace you had long seeked. But then, it was interrupted by a loud crash and a high pitched scream.

You perked up, turning down the stovetops and rushing to the bathroom. Luckily, your husband never kept the door locked. In fact, it was wide open when you came in. You reached the shower handle and pulled it open with all the concern in the world, only to see Dick with a pout on his pretty face.

“Dick” You frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“This is the worst thing that happened to me” He almost sobbed. Your concern spiked.

“What happened?” You asked. “Are you hurt?”

“My toes...” His pout intensified as he pointed behind him. “The rack broke and all the bottles fell on my feet”

The sudden stress and concern fell, only to be replaced by your incredulous expression. You shouldn’t have been surprised by his blown out of proportion reaction, but again, Dick was probably the most dramatic person you knew. Punch him, shoot him, beat him up to an inch of his life, the guy will shake it off and get back on his feet. Minorly inconvenience him? You’ll never hear the end of it.

“You big baby” You rolled your eyes. “You’ll be fine”

“You won’t join me and make it better?” He now gave you his puppy eyes, opening his arms. You had to admit, it was hard not to cave in and go hug the giant toddler. “I’m hurt”

“You’ll get over it” You tried to say sternly, but a small smile still made it past you. “I’m going to finish breakfast now”

“Don’t forget--”

“Your cereals yes I know”

“You’re the best” He yelled after you as you closed the shower door. “I love you!”

“I love you too!”

You went back to the kitchen and turned on the stove tops again, taking care of the hashbrowns and bacon awaiting for your return in their pans. While they cooked, you cut oranges and melons, poured Dick’s favourite cereals in a bowl and put a cup of oat milk right beside. You started the eggs when you heard Dick come out of the bathroom, and managed to have everything ready on the table seconds before he came walking in in his own matching robe, his hair all damp and face shaved.

“Smells amazing in here” He announced loudly.

You walked to him and kissed him on the cheek. He smelled of aftershave and jasmine shower gel. “Just in time”

Dick paused in his steps and stared at the full table with childish wonder. Then, his beautiful, almost sparkling eyes found yours. “What did I do to deserve you? And most importantly what would I do without you?”

“You were very handsome and convincing” You answered the first question with a sly smirk. “And probably dead in a ditch”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but closed his mouth when nothing came out. “Probably dead in a ditch, yeah” He admitted, before his gorgeous smile graced his features again. “Thank you for breakfast babe”

“You’re very welcome” You gladly accepted the quick peck on your lips, and laughed as he hurried to the table. You followed him and sat in front of him, watching as he piled food on his plate, unimpressed. You had been caught short handed when you first started dating, foolishly making food for two people like the boy didn’t eat enough to match a small village. But now you knew the trick and would never make that mistake again; you had to cook for a family of four. It was of utter most importance at breakfast, because he always woke up hungry. You didn’t mind though, because nobody appreciated your food more than him. You’d always get a ‘thank you’ before and after each meal, and he’d usually drop positive comments while he ate as well.

Cooking for Dick Grayson was gratifying, to say the least.

“What?” He asked right after he shoved a spoonful of cereals on his mouth. “Why you shtaring?”

“Don’t worry about it” Your smile widened as you shook your head.

“It makes me shelf conschious”

“Aw baby” You let out a small laugh. “Don’t be. You’re cute when you eat cereals”

He smiled wide, chewed cereal and milk pouring out of his mouth and onto his chin. You averted your eyes from the disaster and sighed.

“I walked into that one” You mumbled, looking up at the ceiling. “Should have known. That’s on me”

“Sorry” He half heartedly apologized, the laughter in his voice evident. “You can look again now, I swallowed”

You slowly trailed your glance on him, sending him a silent warning not to add a sexual joke to it. He visibly wanted to, but instead chose the prudent way and held his hands in defense of his innocence. You nodded slightly in satisfaction and served yourself breakfast, or what was remaining of each plate. You had enough however, since Dick knew exactly how much you needed and took care of leaving your preferred quantity. How thoughtful of him.

“So, I guess we’ll need to go to Ikea to replace that shower rack” You spoke up once you knew his hunger rush had calmed down. “We can go this afternoon if you’ve got nothing to do”

“Oooh, I wanted to buy candles for the living room” He nodded. “Heard they got new ones. Yeah, we can go this afternoon”

“Cool” You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. “There’s always less people near closing anyway, so that way we’ll avoid the crowds”

“Brilliant” He pointed, nodding along. “I hate when they’re all gathered around the Rättviken and you can’t even see your Pilkån”

You laughed at his exaggerated mannerism and his pretentious eye roll over his botched swedish accent, then finished your breakfast in comfortable silence. Whoever tried to scare you about married life when you were younger was clearly missing on something amazing, or was dead wrong, because you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Some might say going to Ikea in disguise might be a little excessive.

But you and Dick knew better. The number of times you were accosted by either journalists raising to the opportunity to grab a quick interview taped on their phones or nosy citizens looking for a peek of Gotham’s finest son to show off on their instagram feed was enough for you to take measures to ensure your privacy. You didn’t exactly mind, in fact, you thought it was kind of funny. However, sometimes you wanted to be left alone to your candle and shower rack shopping.

Today was one of these days.

Hence, the baseball caps and sunglasses that would follow you even inside away from the sun rays, and away from unwanted attention. Dick suggested he wore his fake mustache, but you deemed it unnecessary for this not so delicate operation. Arms linked together, you entered the swedish domestic heaven and began snooping around the showrooms, pointing out what you liked better and styles you would definitely consider if your house hadn’t been entirely redecorated when you bought it some years ago.

“We should buy an apartment just so we can recreate those rooms” You said as you paused in front of a beautiful study. “That would be fun”

“How about we just buy the show rooms so we can go whenever we want?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, good point” You grinned, then let it fall. “If only we had more than negative ten dollars in between us both”

“But then,” He began, glancing at you. “The same problem arises for the apartment option. We’d still be broke”

You blinked a few times, then sighed. “Then we’ve got no choice” You stared at him through his sunglasses. “We gotta steal the showrooms and make a run for it”

You held for two more seconds before you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. The few people in the store looked at you like you were crazy, but you cared very little for them and their opinions. The facts were you had fun and they didn’t. You moved along to the bedrooms, where the big fluffy beds just called your name. Like your minds were connected, you and Dick both launched yourself on the king sized mattress in the orange tinted room. You bounced like you weighed a feather, then sank into the memory foam that would guarantee a good night of sleep to anyone bringing the mattress home.

“I’m comfy here” Dick scooted closer to you, reaching for your waist to cuddle and burying his face in your neck. “Don’t wanna leave”

“Babe” You giggled, half heartedly pushing him away from you. You knew it was impossible to move him if he didn’t want to be moved. “We’re gonna get kicked out of the store if we get caught cuddling”

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes, and before you could strategize to stop whatever plan he acted in his mind, he somehow pulled you from the middle of the bed and used his vigilante stealth to carry you inside a closet, shutting the door behind him. Your face was flushed at the sudden rolling and spinning, and he only had a shit eating grin you could see all too well even in the dark.

“What the hell?” You whisper-screamed. “We could have been seen!”

“Nope” He seemed so proud of himself. “Made sure of it”

“Cameras?”

“Blind spot” He replied. “I checked everything. I’m a pro, babe”

You kept glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “I hate you”

“Uh huh” He gave you a small, unconvinced nod, knowing all too well it wasn’t even close to be true. “That’s why you stormed off the closet the second after I brought you here… Oh wait”

“Smart ass” You lightly slapped his chest, a small smile creeping on your lips. You kind of enjoyed the thrill of hiding out somewhere anybody could burst in at any moment, and you definitely didn’t dislike the proximity to your husband. Even if you were married, his close presence still made your heart do backflips.

“Your smart ass” He corrected, giving you once again his puppy eyes. Well, you couldn’t actually see his eyes, but the tilt of his head and the slight jut of his lower lip all pointed to his famous facial expression that got him virtually anything. And you were far from immune to it. So naturally, you leaned in for a kiss, knowing it was what he was begging for this time.

And just like that, you were making out like two teenagers in the janitor closet.

It was messy, teeth clashed and giggles interrupted the motions more than not. Dick bumped his head at least twice on the bar above him and you almost fell down on your ass if it hadn’t been from Dick holding you. Hands got grabby and before you knew it, the temptation to make articles of clothing fly like fireworks brought you back to reality. You reluctantly broke the kiss, still giggling as he definitely didn’t want to leave your lips just yet. He whined when he realized you weren’t coming back.

“Hey, hold on cowboy” You chuckled, holding his shoulder. “If we keep going on like that, we’ll end up making a baby inside this closet”

The playful expression came back, along with a dash of flirting. His hand caressed your arm. “Would it be so bad?”

“Yes” You deadpanned. “Because you would name the baby like, Songesand or something”

He gasped. “I would never name my child after Ikea furniture”

You raised an eyebrow. “We’re not naming our baby Björn either”

He paused, caught in the headlights. You knew him so well he was becoming predictable. “But then how will people know he was conceived in swedish furniture?”

“You dork” You poked his chest, making the grin return on his face. “Obviously we let people know by having an ABBA reference in his middle name”

He laughed loudly, but you didn’t care whether or not you got caught. You were having too much fun. “Please marry me now”

“Sorry, already taken” You tsked, showing your ring. The one he put on your finger on your wedding day. “But he’s a cool guy, maybe I could talk to him about us seeing each other”

“Nah, he’s a jerk” He brushed off. “I’d rather have you all to myself”

He was about to kiss you again when you heard the lights going off. It was already dark in the closet, but there was no doubt, the main lights had been shut down. Your eyes widened as you stared at each other for a moment in surprise, until Dick grabbed his phone in his back pocket and checked the time. He turned the phone to you, letting you read the clock screaming 17:45 at you.

“Uh oh” You bit your lip. Fifteen minutes after closing. “They’re closing already? Shouldn’t they do a check up before?”

He shrugged. “Maybe the employees got some places to be?”

“Who’s got places to be on a Tuesday night?”

“Nightwing?”

“So the employees are all vigilantes?”

“Maybe, we can’t know for sure”

“Sure, okay. So we’re locked in?”

“Yup”

You took off your cap and sunglasses. “Guess we won’t need these anymore”

“Come on” He said as he also took off his semi disguise. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about getting locked in an Ikea for the night?”

“I have actually” You pointed out. “It’s both my dream and my nightmare depending on who I’m there with”

“And I’m..?”

“Oh definitely nightmare” You replied in a serious tone, and his eyebrows raised. “Just kidding, being locked in here with you was on my bucket list”

“Attagirl!” He laughed, pushing open the closet like he realized you didn’t need to be hiding in there anymore. The store now had an eerie feeling, something on the other side of the vibe spectrum than it would usually be. It felt like you had crossed in another dimension narnia style. “This is gonna be fun”

“Where do we start?” You asked, stretching your legs. You had gotten a cramp from being all folded up in the closet. “Bathrooms? Living rooms?”

“Guards’ round” The mischief in his eyes returned, and just like that you were remembered you also would have to evade a guard. “We find out where he starts, how fast he makes his round, where he’s looking more carefully. Then we begin the cat and mouse game”

“Sounds like a plan” You nodded, then watched him perk up at something above your shoulder.

He put a finger against his lips and stared down the hallway until you heard the shuffling of keys. How he managed to hear it long before you did would forever remain a mystery to you. In a blink, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun around behind the very wardrobe you were hiding in minutes ago. You put a hand against your mouth to hold back the giggle that threatened to reveal your presence, and it didn’t help that you could feel Dick’s grin on the skin of your neck. He only turned you around in his arms when he was sure the guard was far enough.

“All clear” He confirmed, a boyish expression gracing his features. Yup, you definitely felt like a teenager sneaking around where you shouldn’t. The thrill was a refreshing spin to your routine. “Where to?”

“Hmm” You hummed, tilting your head. “Cap on the living rooms?”

Without warning, he grabbed your hand and took off running in the opposite direction from the security guard and toward the beginning of the Ikea maze. You almost let out a squeal of surprise, but managed to keep it down for the sake of your stealth operation. He only slowed down once you reached the area, letting go of your hand to jump on a couch. He threw his arm over his head and adopted a dramatic pause.

“My love, thee life shall be intertwined withet mine for the ends of times”

“Oh my dearest Eleanor” You joined in, adopting a much lower tone to match his higher one. You kneeled in front of him. “I taketh the oath to love you forever”

“Even if my corset is not made of real lace?”

You gasped. “How could you lieth to me such way?”

Dick was about to reply something even stupider when you were interrupted.

“Who’s there?”

“Oh shit” You hissed, grabbing Dick’s wrist and sprinting away. You were just getting to the good part of your goofing.

“The English, they’re invading!” He yelled loud enough to be sure the guard chasing you heard. “Ring the bell, wake the men, hide the tea!”

“Hey come back!” The guard, well, a different one, chased after you. You didn’t plan on having two of them making rounds. “You can’t be here!”

“You’ll never take us alive!” You added before you took a shortcut through the living room appliances to try and gain ground, then glanced at Dick. “If you have any vigilante disappearance act, now would be the time honey”

“I’m trying to spot an exit point--oh there”

You were yanked through an employees only zone, from where you easily found the door for the outside smoking zone. You could hear the security guard behind, but you were too fast. You came to a halt in front of the fence, hesitating. You were able to more or less follow Dick at a running pace, but you were in no way an acrobat or parkour expert. Dick, knowing this, didn’t waste time grabbing your waist and lifting you above it and jumping suit. You then ran straight back to Dick’s car and drove quickly out of the parking lot towards your home.

“Oh my god” You laughed in disbelief. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done”

He laughed heartily. “You’ve always wanted to see what patrol was like as Nightwing, this is as close as it gets without doing the real thing”

“I mean, beside the role play probably”

“Hmm no, it happens more often than you would think” He nodded. You kept staring at him for a moment, but he was serious. Well, after a small reflexion, and knowing his family, the surprise kind of fell apart. It made sense.

“We should do this every week” You declared. “It was fun!”

“Told ya it would” He winked.

“With all of this though,” You began, suddenly thoughtful. “We did forget the shower rack”

“And the candles!” He gasped. “Not the candles!”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson

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transboygenius · 6 years ago

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SE4SON: Chapter 11

[*Morning*]

Like a young child on a Saturday morning, Jimmy slept in. Nick wasn't present in the barn, which means he had gotten up early before Jimmy. The boy genius was still warm and cozy under his friend's leather jacket. Nick originally planned to retrieve his jacket back and replace it with the blanket he no longer needed, but he just couldn't wake his crush up from his slumber. Right down to the rooster's cry, Jimmy's eyelids reopened. The first thing he saw from his awakening was, to his surprise, some fluffy cotton ball resting between his eyes. Not only that, but he felt like something heavy was weighing down on his forehead. He picked up the unknown object with both hands. It appeared to be a small, white bunny rabbit.

"Where did you come from?"

The rabbit responded by twitching their little pink nose. Then, the mammal began to struggle in Jimmy's grip. After a kick in the face, the boy genius released the rabbit and it ran free once more. As if on perfect cue, Nick opened the barn just as the rabbit was making their exit. Nick didn't expect what was coming to him, so he almost tripped. The tall boy was wearing Benson's frilly apron yet again, while holding a plate with, what looks to be, toast. Breakfast in bed, what a treat. Nick just can't get enough of fulfilling these good deeds for Jimmy.

"I made cinnamon toast. Thought you'd like some." Said Nick. "Oh. Thanks! I love cinnamon toast." That was all Jimmy could say.

Jimmy reached out his hand towards the plate, only to have Nick withhold it.

"Wha--?" "You can eat, unless you tell me." "Tell you what?" "Why would you even care about who's been hurting me in my life? Why did you even ask at all? I could've sworn I told you it's not always okay to poke your nose into other people's family affairs."

Oh, so he's not serving him breakfast. He's blackmailing him. That's new.

"You knew how personal that is to me, Jimmy. Just why?" "That shouldn't be hard to answer. And that shouldn't be hard for you to understand, either. Ever since you stood up for me, about what Cindy is doing to my life, you told me out in a perspective I actually understood! You've actually shown you cared about me, and what I might get myself into! Look, unlike whatever lecture my friends have put me through, they never have any substantial reason to back up their claims. No one, and I do mean no one, has ever helped me with a psychological issue, mainly due to the fact I've never done such for them. And I've been friends with Carl and Sheen for years! I started to think I didn't need any common sense, because, well, I'm a genius. But after hearing it from you, and we were like friends for just a day, I needed it more than I realized. You actually gave out some pretty good logical advice there." "Yeah, but how does that answer my question?" "Open your eyes, you big idiot. I was returning concern for you, the same way you did for me! And other than that, you held your belief in me. You have been nothing but generous to me, despite our history together. Both of us were beginning to communicate like how friends are suppose to! Gosh, after so much neglect, I forgot what it actually felt like. I thought, if you told me, I would find a way to help you! My arrogance have been in the way of my friendships for too long, and now for once, I wanna try to use that common sense to help a friend in need! Stuff best friends conventionally do for each other! Besides; It makes for good practice to rejuvenate my relationship with Carl and Sheen."

Nick's face flushed red again. It's just like he thought. Jimmy did have concern for him. He didn't mean to pry of Nick's past like that, but he only wanted to help. If he felt that in his gut that it is right, then it is right. Jimmy has proven that he cares for Nick just like he cares for him. Nick always thought it'd just be one-sided. Him and the boy genius speak to each other on the same level. Jimmy and Cindy are too much alike, which makes it difficult for their sentiments to compute. The two boys' aspects are more balanced. Nick then handed Jimmy the plate, with a grin.

"To tell you the truth, I'm now honestly glad I told you. Nobody has ever asserted for me." "Probably because you have yourself a real buddy now. Oh! By the way, have you made up your mind yet?" "Hmmmmm... I'm still mulling it over." "Okay! Take your time! I guess." "It might be soon, eventually. You are a cool guy to be around with." "Wow, Nick. I don't believe I ever heard that before. Heh-hehheh."

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Elsewhere, a certain someone was peeping out from the kitchen window, behind a curtain.

"I'm telling you, Diana. I smell a rat." Said Mitzi.

Her comment had left Rodent Girl offended. Everybody was just going about their day, except for the skeptical Mitzi. Rodent Girl was playing poker with Butterscotch, betting with oats and cheese. Benson was dusting the house. He didn't really feel like cleaning, he just wanted to eavesdrop on whatever Mitzi might be thinking. Diana was doing bicep curls.

"Uh-What now?" Asked Diana. "Diana, was it really a good idea to bring these two abnormal boys from the outside world into our hut and then agree to let then stay, as well as let them touch our supplies?" "Why, yes! They're just a couple of lost souls who want to get back home! And, why wouldn't I allow them into our house? They're well-behaved gents!" "Too well-behaved, if you ask me. C'mon, think for a moment! You rescued them from a stake burning! You found them on shackles! They don the most repulsive sense of fashion I have yet laid eyes on. The fudgy haired one bears an insignia on his top we're unfamiliar with! What could that even represent?" "Hey! I've seen a lot of witches! I've sniffed a lot of witches! I've poked a lot of witches with a stick! These boys are no way, in Sam Hill, witches!" "I did not say they were witches! I'm saying I'm not sure we can trust them! They're weird. Very, very, diabolically weird." "I guess that makes Rodent Girl and Benson any different! *Looks over to them* No offense. I'm sorry." "Oh, they're much weirder than that! They're not like any of us at all! From the future? Please. Time machine? Ha! If you ask me, sounds like they're planning a cult sorcery." "What is with you and men?!" "This has nothing to do with men! I tolerate Benson, right?" "You don't know them! What gives you the right to accuse them?" "You don't know them, either."

Diana stomped her foot on the ground, which caused the entire hut to shake. Rodent Girl and Butterscotch stopped playing. Benson stopped dusting. They all looked at their leader with fear in their eyes. To them, nothing's more scarier than seeing Diana angry. She has enough raw power to break you in half like a twig. That earthquake was all she needed to shut Mitzi up.

"Enough!! We are the Faithful Five, and whenever there's an unfortunate mortal on the breadline, we help them back onto their feet, no matter how uncanny they be! Perhaps if you spoke with them more, the picture may come out clearer! They even cooked us the most delectable cuisine to ever please our tastebuds! *Sigh* If I didn't have such a good heart--"

Nick walked in, carrying the empty plate, with a straight expression on his face. It has been implied that he heard every word of Di and Mitzi's conversation.

"Pardon me. I was just about to bring this China inside to clean, when I overheard you talking about something. But I really shouldn't be involved." Said Nick. "They were just talking about you and your friend!" Shouted Rodent Girl across the room. "Thanks for RATting me out, Oona." Mitzi whispered under her breath. "There you go again, you rat-ist!"

Nick tried to pretend that he didn't care, and said everybody is entitled to their opinion. Wanting to avoid Mitzi as quickly as possible, he set the plate down on the counter, and just headed his way out, before Diana grabbed the back of his shirt. Thankfully, she wasn't upset.

"Didn't you mention a minute ago that you'd clean it yourself?" Asked Diana. "Yeaaaaah, but now I just remembered." Nick replied. "'Remembered...'" "...that you have Benson for that job. Here's one of his aprons back, by the way."

Nick removed the apron and walked outside.

"See! They even think like us, too!" Diana said. "When will you ever learn." Mitzi whispered again.

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[*Back in modern times*]

Carl decided it was best to cancel a magic show for today, and maybe the next, and help Hugh attach Have You Seen Me flyers all around Retroville. Their current location right now is The Candy Bar. Hugh taped the flyers, while Carl held the stack.

"Shake a tail feather, Carl! How are people in this blasted town suppose to recognize a missing child if they don't know what he looks like?! Or even remember what he looks like?!"

Then Sam butted in.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure everybody took that mental picture quite perfectly."

Hugh has overdid himself. There were flyers everywhere. On the floor, on the ceiling, the walls covered in every inch, in the restrooms, and even on the customers as well. Jimmy's face was hard to ignore.

"Look at what you've done to the place! You're disturbing my costumers! You've vandalized my eatery! You're disturbing my costumers!!" "Do you mind repeating that first and third phrase? I wasn't paying attention."

Sam eventually threw Hugh, Carl, and all of his paper flyers out.

"Get out! Take you, and your 'sons' someplace else! Yeah!"

While Hugh got back on his feet, Carl tried to pick up as many flyers as he could. With such luck, he only grabbed hold of three. The rest of them got carried off by the wind. Well, it's not like he needed those, anyways. Just like The Candy Bar, Jimmy's face practically polluted the whole town. Cars, stores, windows, people, a twonkie, you name it. The amount of flyers in sight was extremely compulsive. And dangerous, you might add. A lot of civilians tend to get themselves too distracted from them.

"Mr. Neutron? I think we should take all these down before we get charged for littering." "Littering?! Now you listen to me, young man! This is merely a social justice movement to help a poor lost child make it back home to his loving family! I don't see any littering around here!"

Carl then tugged at Hugh's shirt and pointed at Miss Fowl, who was covered from head to toe in flyers, resembling some bird-like creature. She was squawking and flapping her arms while being chased by a dozen kindergartners holding bats, shouting Pinata! Pinata! Hugh still forebears.

"THAT right there isn't littering! That's decorating! Either way of what you think of it, I will not rest until I have found my little Jimbo! For all we know, he could be anywhere! Lost, confused, and all alone! Without the comfort of a parent to warm him! If anything ever happens to him, I would dare take responsibility- Hello, what is this?"

As Hugh turned towards the lamppost, he found that another Have You Seen Me flyer was placed over his son's flyers. There was another on a mailbox, a store window, and on a parking meter.

"Could it be that my eyes deceive me? Who is this kid? I don't believe we ever met! What are these even doing here when we already have a missing child at hand?" "Mr. Neutron, that's N-" "Is some evil mastermind trying to pull everybody off track? To make sure nobody bothers to come looking for Jimmy, and instead search for this random photo of a child we don't even know?! I bet this boy probably isn't even lost at all!" "(Okay, you're making less sense as usual.)" "Jimbo was quite popular at making more enemies than friends! But who? Who?! Who would be cruel enough to bring our quest into a dead-end?!"

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The authorities were no help to find Nick, so Mrs. Dean tried her own solution. Searching Retroville left and right, and stapling Missing flyers in every location. She saw that some other kid was missing, too. By sheer coincidence, it's the same boy Nick happens to keep a picture of. Many questions come to mind as to why both of them are lost. What is Nick's relationship with this boy? Whatever it is, I'm sure it can't be love.

"OW! I broke my leg!"

Mrs. Dean turned around as soon as she heard that. Could it be?

"Stupid posters. Got me distracted!"

No, she said. It's not Nick. Just some other kid she doesn't know. Then suddenly, Hugh got up in her face, holding one of her flyers.

"So, it was YOU! Trying to set the people of Retroville into a wild goose chase to prevent anyone from ever rescuing said boy genius! Welllll, I'll have you know, you can't throw me off, from my own flesh and blood! Ya know, I'm starting to think YOU have something to do with his disappearance!" "What are you talking about? You're making no sens- Wait, are you that other kid's father?" "A-ha! If you weren't really my son's enemy, you wouldn't have known that! And whose this child, anyways?" "He's mine." "Ohhhhhh, really? What's his name, then?" "Nicholas Dean. Nick Dean. He goes to the same school with Jimmy. Don't you recognize him?"

Hugh took a better look at the flyer he was holding.

"Oh yeaaaaaaah. Isn't that the same kid who keeps breaking his leg?" "*Sigh* Yes, that's him."

Embarrassment washed all over Hugh.

"I'm sorry for that. I tend to get a little coo-coo when I lose something dear to me for quite very long. My son. My memories. My 3rd place Duck-a-thon trophy. *Sniffs, sobs* Oh no, it's coming back to me again." "Apology accepted. You weren't really that threatening, anyways." "Us, lonely parents of lost children should stick together! You have my sympathy!" "I sure gained it fast." "Say! That gives me an idea! Since both of our sons are missing, why don't we make a pact and conjoin? It'll probably make our job much easier! We could maybe even find both at the same time!" "I should be shouting for the nearest police officer right now, being that we just met and you already want us to take league together. What's more is that you're creeping me out a bit. But, I'm curious of what connection my son has with yours. Fine. Let me in on the party." "WOO-HOOO! And while we're working together, we could also make friends of ourselves to make this experience more fun! Like, exchange phone numbers, talk about 166 species of ducks, eat many pies until we blow chunks!" "Are we searching for our sons, or are you inviting me to a slumber party?"

Hugh and Mrs. Dean walked off together, leaving Carl in the back trying to catch up with them. Sometime later, he stopped following them when he met up with Sheen.

"Heyyyyyyyy, Carl!" "Hoh, thank goodness! Sheen! I thought you were lost, too! I haven't seen you since yesterday afternoon! I was beginning to worry when you didn't return my calls! Where were you?" "Oh, we got warped into a galaxy far, far away. Then the McSpanky's ship ran out of fuel. After that, we got tangled into a war with the nebulous tentagon people! In case you don't believe me, I brought back a souvenir!"

Sheen withdrew an object from behind his back. It was a severed tentacle, with its own set of mini tentacles. The disembodied limb was still dripping green fluids, which is presumably blood.

"Zix said I can keep it as long as I never set foot on his ship again!" "Have you found Jimmy?" "No." "Then what am I doing talking to you?! There's a lot of work to be done!"

As if he's in a hurry, Carl began attaching his three remaining flyers on whatever he could stick them onto. A wall, fire hydrant, and a preteen boy's face. Afterwards, the boy removed the flyer and crumbled it up.

"Sorry, Benny!" Said Carl. "It's kinda weird how you keep running into a different guy with the same name." Replied Sheen. "Sheen, why aren't you doing any effort to help?! Don't you know our friend needs us?!"

Sheen froze in silence. He wish Carl didn't bring up the subject. If he told the truth, he would not only hurt him, but himself as well.

"Carl; I've like to come clean with you."

Carl took out two bottles of hand sanitizer, which is the normal Wheezer thing to do.

"Lemon, or ocean scented?" "Not that kinda clean! I meant you oughta learn the truth." "Is Jimmy dead?" "No! Well, I don't really know. Nobody knows. But I'll tell you what I knows!" "What?" "Do you think Jimmy would ever appreciate us if we went looking for him?" "Of course! He's our friend!" "Or is he?" "Sheen, whatever you're implying, please don't go on! You're starting to scare me!" "You might as well hear it! It's for your own good!"

Sheen took Carl to sit on a nearby bench.

"Jimmy, how do I put it, wasn't very nice to us lately." "Are you saying he's mean as Cindy?!" "No, Carl. Jimmy is just mean. Cindy is plain ol' evil." "H-how could you say that about him?!" "Take a moment to look back at everything! He's been mean, narcissistic, inconsiderate, and pushy! He doesn't even care about what we're feeling! Whenever we're having a psychological crisis, he only turns to his precious science! And if there's no precious science to turn to, 'man-up' is his only option. 'Get over it.' 'Just wait another day.' Remember that time I tried to save him from the clutches of the League of Villains? He could've at least shown some appreciation to a friend for trying! He's not as fun like he used to be anymore. It's like he's trying to be an adult! Always serious! Talks down to us, even with his short structure! Thinks games are only fun if we're playing his! Just because we don't have much IQ to function, that doesn't excuse him for making us feel more stupid! No wonder he's made so much enemies!" "C'mon, Sheen! Try looking at the positives! He has saved our lives a couple of times!" "Pffffffffft, that was probably out of hero's instinct. Look at Ultralord! No matter how many attempts Robofiend had almost destroyed his home, Ultralord continues to spare his life cuz of his 'no killing rule.' What is it with heroes and 'no killing?!'" "What about the old times-?" "Yeah, those were OLD TIMES! He's changed, Carl. He's not the same Jimmy from our past. In a world where one is for all, he's just all for one. Years of standing by his side, and years of a cherished 'friendship,' we have become blind towards his insufferable behavior. What I'm trying to say, we thought he was a good friend now, just because he was a good friend then. His head may be big, but there's no room for us. It's just him and him alone. And the reason why he keeps us as his friends is because nobody else would wanna be with him. We're his tools, Carl. He doesn't view us as his friends anymore. Just his tools! Nobody is stupid enough to kneel before him but us. I know what a best friend is, and Jimmy is no best friend!"

Sheen was making a heartbreaking, but very good point. Carl refuses to accept that. Yes, Jimmy can be hostile, ill-mannered, and un-empathetic. At times he's harsh towards Carl like a strict teacher, even while acknowledging his low self-esteem. His greed for superiority has brought damage upon his friendships. On top of all that, he can be a big party pooper. Whether there's a scary story, or a cutesy little fairytale, Jimmy loves to ruin it all with his scientific beliefs. And he's hardly any relatable with his serious attitude.

Jimmy wasn't always like this. Back then, when he actually showed he cared for his friends. Back when he had empathy. Every time Carl got concerned or scared, Jimmy put in whatever encouragement he could to convince him that everything will be alright. He shared his rewards and accomplishments with his friends to make them feel like winners. He rarely ever yelled at them, or degraded them. Like any sane person, he would accept that he's imperfect, and wasn't afraid to make an apology. He doesn't take criticism well, but he at least tries to become the better person everyone deserves. Back then, he cared for once. Jimmy Neutron was a friend you must have.

How did Jimmy get to where he is today? It's complicated, but his background sure tells a story. Despite being the smartest kid in school, his peers felt like he wasn't enough. He wasn't very talented either. Cindy could cook, do art, sing, perform, and write. Jimmy could only do smart-stuff. The poor boy genius was just too nerdy for his own good. He was also too short for his age, physically weak, and hung out with one of the biggest losers in school. He was at the bottom of the food chain. All of his inventions were an effort to prove to them that he had potential, but they only end up hating him more cuz his gadgets usually cause more trouble than help. It's not just other kids he gets spite from, but other adults and grownups too. Even his own relatives weren't too fond of him.

Jimmy was always insecure with himself. This drove him into pushing himself to do better, such as studying hard and focusing on his experiments more. Due to how hard he's been pushing himself, his brain has completely shut off from common sense. He was now isolated from reality. That's all he's been thinking of ever since: Doing better and being mature. However, occasionally, Jimmy still holds a little common sense with him. An example would be breaking up with Cindy. Carl is convinced that Jimmy still loves his friends, but is too stubborn to show it, or he probably isn't ready yet.

"Ya know, Sheen, this is getting pretty scary, cuz that's possibly the smartest thing you ever said." "Glad you're starting to see- What? I said something smart?! ME?! Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! I talked intellectual! *Breathes deeply* I'm a man, now. I GOTTA TELL LIBBY! No, I'll recite the whole thing for her! mAyBe ShE'lL fINaLly AgReE tO hOlD hAnDs WiTh Me In PuBlIc!"

Without saying goodbye, Sheen just beat and ran. Carl remained seated. He didn't have the energy anymore after what Sheen told him, yet he didn't want to believe it was true.

#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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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? There are so many reasons why that’s an absolute NOPE.

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Hell nah

3. Have you taken someone’s virginity? Supposedly

4. Is trust a big issue for you? If anything I am TOO trusting. So it’s an issue for me, just not in the conventional sense.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? We live together & spend almost every waking/non-working moment together. And surprisingly never get sick of each other!

6. What are you excited for? Mexican & margs tonight with my ladies! Also, I’m getting my latest Starbucks addiction when I get out of work: iced oat milk brown sugar shaken espresso. SO GOOD!

7. What happened tonight? Tonight hasn’t happened yet. But see above for my plans^

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I’d be the biggest hypocrite of all hypocrites if I thought that...HA

9. Is confidence cute? Absolutely. But sometimes I find it off-putting just because I’m salty & jealous that *I* can’t feel that way about myself.

10. What is the last beverage you had? Ginger & turmeric tea

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 2-3ish

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? It’s what I’m wearing right now

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? That’s tonight

14. What are you going to spend money on next? Food & drinks tonight 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Sure am

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Yeah

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Glenn, my sisters, my best friends

18. The last time you felt broken? I had a really bad depressive episode a month or so ago. It was awful.

19. Have you had sex today? Nope

20. Are you starting to realize anything? Uhh... 21. Are you in a good mood? Yeah, all things considered. I don’t have much to complain about!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? No thank you

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yes, although his are more blue and mine are more green.

24. What do you want right this second? My Starbucks drink! And maybe a breakfast sammy while I’m at it.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Oh I would LOSE MY ENTIRE MIND. Good thing that’ll never happen.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Nah, I dye it significantly lighter.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Nah

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? A Tiktok that Nat just sent me

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Most of the time, yes.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Considering I live with him & am engaged to him, I’d hope not!

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Ha see above

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Nah, I wish though. I love sugary drinks.

34. Listening to? Just my desk fan

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Never

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? He’s home

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Not really

38. Who did you last call? Kathleen

39. Who was the last person you danced with? Glenn

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? 'Cause I was leaving for the morning & saying goodbye

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? It’s been a minute. I’m not much of a cupcake person.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No, I won’t see them

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? I embarrass myself in front of EVERYONE

44. Do you tan in the nude? I don’t tan, period.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? No way

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No, I went in the bedroom hours earlier than Glenn & just passed out cold.

47. Who was the last person to call you? Grubhub, lol

48. Do you sing in the shower? Mhm

49. Do you dance in the car? Totally

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes actually

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? It’s been awhile. But HOPEFULLY we will take our engagement pics soon.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? They can be, but it’s part of the fun.

53. Is Christmas stressful? It is but it’s an acceptable kind of stress. For me, anyways.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? BITCH DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or dutch apple

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Author & illustrator

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Mhm

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Frequently

59. Take a vitamin daily? Yep

60. Wear slippers? Sometimes, but most of the time I prefer to just be barefoot

61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes. I have a few really cute ones that I should wear more.

62. What do you wear to bed? Usually just an oversized tee shirt or night-gown. No pants

63. First concert? Teddy Geiger

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? I guess I’d choose Target but I’m not gonna lie. I love walking around a Walmart. Everyone makes fun of me but I don’t care! Plus, you can get some really great deals.

65. Nike or Adidas? No preference

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos ALL DAY

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I really like the song Paper Rings from Lover. 69. Ever take dance lessons? Nope

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? He’s an acupuncturist

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yep

72. Ever won a spelling bee? I’ve never been in one. I feel like I should’ve been though? So that’s kinda bogus!

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Oh OFTEN!

74. What is your favorite book? I couldn’t possibly just choose one.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without. Or maybe occasionally something instrumental but even that can distract me

76. Regularly burn incense? Nah, I hate the scent & all incense smells the same to me.

77. Ever been in love? Yep, currently

78. Who would you like to see in concert? The Killers (again)

79. What was the last concert you saw? Mat Kearney

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Hot

81. Tea or coffee? Both!

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip or oatmeal! (NO raisins, though)

83. Can you swim well? Decently. I kinda wanna take lessons to learn some actual strokes though

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yep

85. Are you patient? Quite the opposite 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? We are leaning towards a DJ just for cost’s sake but I’d LOVE a live band. I’d actually love to have Janine’s band play my reception but she will have too many bridesmaid duties that day- dang it!

87. Ever won a contest? Mhm

88. Ever have plastic surgery? No but I have a list of work I’d like done if I could ever afford it

89. Which are better black or green olives? I don’t like either

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Do you boo!

91. Best room for a fireplace? The living room.

92. Do you want to get married? We intend to :)

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