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."

"Oh no?" Her boyfriend rounds on her with a determined expression. "This city is full of danger, Hazel. Something could be lurking around every corner, just waiting to jump out at you." He strikes a heroic hands-on-his-hips pose and puffs out his chest. "That's why you need a fearless bodyguard like myself to look out for you."

A rat scampers by his feet and he jumps back, squeaking in fright.

Hazel smirks and crosses her arms. "What, you think I can't handle myself?"

"W-well, sure, but—"

"Uh oh, you hesitated," she keeps teasing, giggling at the increasing redness of his face. "You think I'm weak, is that it?"

"Hazel!" He laughs and jostles her with his shoulder. "You know I don't think that. You're, like, one of the toughest, bravest people I know."

"Not you getting all mushy on me..."

"It's true," he says simply. "Still, it doesn't hurt to have a little protection, right?"

"I guess you're right." She smiles and grasps his hand. "Thanks, Tim."

He squeezes her hand a little tighter.

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Prompt: Hazel and Timothy are at a wild party. Hazel doesn't want to be there.

When Casey first invited her and Timothy to that stupid house party, Hazel should've gone with her gut and said no.

"Come on you guys, it'll be totally wicked!" he'd insisted, flashing a gap-toothed grin."April's going with me. You two can join us!"

"I've never been to a real party before," Timothy admitted, sounding thoughtful. "Wait, do my mom's birthday parties count?"

"No," Casey responded flatly. "So come out this weekend! You both need to live a little."

Under normal circumstances, the words "party" and "Hazel" would not be found in the same sentence. The thought of being crammed into someone's place surrounded by rowdy teenagers sounded anything but appealing to her, but Timothy had begged her to go with him, and he was so ridiculously adorable about it that she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

So now here she is, fighting for her life just to stand in one place as a horde of drunk high schoolers rage around her. The air in the townhouse is suffocating, reeking of smoke, body odor, and probably other substances she doesn't want to think about. Music with lyrics she'd be ashamed to repeat in front of anyone blares, the bass seeming to shake the entire room, and the only light in the dim room is the harsh glow of phone screens. She'd long since lost April and Timothy in the madness, and the last she saw of Casey he was crowd surfing while screaming "GOONGALA!" at the top of his lungs. Her dad would have a heart attack if he knew where she was right now, but fortunately he thinks she's spending the night at April's place.

I'd rather be there than here, she thinks sullenly, biting her lip as someone shoves her for the umpteenth time that night.

The crowd roars as a new song comes on, the energy in the room instantly becoming ten times more chaotic as everyone starts to scream the lyrics and jump up and down to the beat. Hazel yelps as she's jostled and tossed around like a ragdoll, struggling to stand as the ground trembles like an earthquake.

Okay, forget this. I'm getting out of here.

She starts to push back against the crowd, trying to make her way toward the front door, only for everyone to stop moving as the music grinds to a sudden halt. Murmurs of disappointment and confusion fill the air, only to be drowned out by a much louder noise: the wailing of sirens.

"The cops are here!" somebody hollers. "EVERYBODY RUN!"

The room erupts into chaos. The partygoers scatter, scrambling for whatever exits they can find—doors, windows, and even through the bathroom where Hazel is sure people were doing goodness-knows-what. The curly-haired girl shrieks as she's caught up in the stampede of frantic drunk teenagers. Someone knocks into her and she stumbles forward, then falls. Her face nears the floor and she braces herself for impact, only for a strong pair of arms to catch her before she can hit the ground.

"There you are," Timothy gasps as he pulls her to her feet. "Quick, let's take the fire escape!"

Hazel doesn't object, letting him lead her along. Thanks to her boyfriend's larger size and strength, he's like a bull plowing through a china shop, clearing a path for them by force. They slip out onto the fire escape and clamber down it, shielding their eyes from the police cars' harsh red and blue lights as they go. The moment their feet hit the pavement, they're running, running, running, not daring to stop until the sounds of shouting high schoolers and sirens have long faded behind them.

"You okay?" Hazel asks her boyfriend as he doubles over to catch his breath.

"All good," Timothy breathes, wiping sweat from his brow. "You?"

"Fine." She crosses her arms, lips pursing. "I'm sorry things ended like this. I know how excited you were about that party."

"Eh, it wasn't that much fun. I thought it was gonna be like parties in movies—you know, cool lights, everyone dancing, ABBA playing—but it was nothing like that." He looks at her, face flushed from running but still smiling, and Hazel can't help but feel like he's the cutest person in the world. "Thanks for coming with me, though. This'll be one heck of a secret to keep from our parents."

"Anything for you."

"So...wanna hit up Antonio's? I think it should still be open."

Hazel grins. "Say less."

As they head off toward the pizza place, Hazel's phone buzzes, causing her to startle. She pulls it from her pocket and checks it: a text from Casey.

C > hey did u and tim get out ok?

She types a quick response.

H > yeah we did, getting pizza now

C > when ur done u guys should come to this other party that's happening tn

H > you're going out again after what just happened?

C > no cop is gonna deny casey jones of his right to party

H > blocked.