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Hazmothy Scenarios [2024 Edition]

Hey there! Long time, no post :,))

So I was feeling nostalgic and went through some of the old writing I used to have on here from middle school. In my search, I found some short scenarios between Hazel and Timothy that I wrote using prompts from a generator. I thought it would be fun to rewrite some of them, so here's some cuteness if you want to read it~

(Also if you're unfamiliar with Hazel, she's one of my TMNT 2012 OCs! There's more info about her in my OC book)

Also also, here's the link to the generator I used if you want to try it for yourself: http://creativichee.tumblr.com/miniscenario

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Prompt: Hazel and Timothy wearing each others' clothes.

Hazel spreads her arms out to her sides, snorting as the sleeves of Timothy's Space Heroes t-shirt immediately droop several inches from them. It's huge on her, as expected, but it's admittedly pretty comfy and she likes that it smells like him. His pants, however, are a completely different beast. She'd had to wriggle them over her own jeans, and even with the combined effort of his belt and hers, they're still so big on her they feel like they're about to fall down.

"Tim, I'm done," she calls. "You ready?"

"Yep!" comes the cheerful reply from just outside the room. A moment later, her boyfriend walks in. To Hazel's surprise, he hasn't changed, and he's holding a wad of...her clothing?

"What gives?" She asks, brows furrowing. "I thought we were trying on each others' clothes."

"Well, yeah, that was the plan," Timothy responds sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink. "Buuuut...I might have ripped your sweater the moment I tried to put it on. Sorry." He grins at her. "You look cute in my stuff, at least. How'd you manage to get my pants on?"

"Modern problems, modern solutions." She smirks, gesturing to the double layer of belts. "Don't worry about the sweater. It was an old one anyway."

"Whew, good." He closes the distance between them, cupping his girlfriend's face in his hands as he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Okay, but seriously, you look adorable in my clothes."

She giggles, face flaring with the smallest bit of heat. "Your shirt is pretty comfortable," she admits. "I don't know, I think it's a look."

"You wanna keep it? You'll probably need something to wear now that you're out of a sweater."

"Thanks. I'll give it back to you at school tomorrow."

"Nah, keep it. I think it suits you." Timothy grins at her. "Just like the double belts."

The laugh his comment gets out of her is music to his ears.

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Prompt: Timothy is Hazel's hired bodyguard.

Hazel grips the strap of her handbag as she walks the city streets, heading for her apartment. Timothy runs a few paces ahead of her, eyes narrowed in concentration as he spins, ducks, and jumps around, throwing punches and kicks at the air. Her eyes widen as he abruptly drops to the ground, tumbling into an awkward forward roll.

"Punch punch!" he shouts, stumbling back to his feet and hitting the air with another flurry of fists."HI-YAH!"

Hazel has to stifle a giggle before she speaks. "I don't think all this is necessary, Tim."