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Burnpile Anatomy
TEXAS!!!
Send my way.
Ed Edd n Eddy Fanfics.
KevEdd Fanfiction/Fanart about Kevin+FemEdd.
Motorcity Fanfics.
Mike+Chuck+Taxes+Julie+Dutch+PolyBurners, where Chuck is the main love interest.
ms kane and her guard dogs
motorcity + screenshots of despair (2/?)
Are you pro “Mike❤️Chuck” & “PolyBerners”?💚💙💛💜❤️
Yea, I tend to prefer Mike and Chuck as bros but I totally get why people ship them so much and enjoy reading the occasional fanfic about this pairing. As for poly burners: absolutely, I like it a lot and they’re already basically a queer platonic pod, romance fits pretty well with their dynamics
The Burners are discussing Mayhem Night. Texas has so far suggested Chuck should dress up as a broom or a street light, because he's skinny, Julie should dress up like Kane because it'd be really funny and she's got the right color hair, and Dutch should go as a painting, which actually made Dutch look thoughtful for a minute. No one else has been as appreciative. Chuck is glaring at Texas and Julie has on a tight smile that no one is supposed to notice is uncomfortable. Mike notices, because Mike pays closer attention than Texas… not that it takes much.
He sighs to himself and interrupts Texas going on about how Chuck's hair could be the light from the street lamp. “Hey, what about me, Tex? What should I go as?”
Texas grins and looks him over, squinting, then nods in satisfaction. “You should go as a cadet! You already got the costume and everything! Heck, I bet folks would be totally scared if they thought Kane had you working for him again!”
Mike's smile kind of freezes on his face. Chuck gives him a dismayed look and glares at Texas with renewed vigor.
“Well!” Dutch says loudly. “Now we've got that all worked out, why don't you come tell me where to put the lasers in your T-Rex costume.”
"Awesome!” Texas whoops, bouncing to his feet, and charges out with Dutch following.
There's a moment of silence. Chuck and Julie are both looking at Mike, who's avoiding their eyes.
"One of these days,” Julie says thoughtfully, “I'm going to put together a really convincing hologram of a mutant rat about Chuck's height, walking on its hind paws, and I'm going to wear it, and we'll see just how loud Texas yells when I step out of a dark corner.”
Mike can't help but smile, shaking his head at her, and Chuck snorts with laughter like it caught him by surprise. “Yes!” Chuck says. “God yes, can we do that tonight? I wanna see it!”
"Nope,” Julie says. “Tonight I am the cutest kitty.” She triggers a hologram and abruptly has cat ears, whiskers, a little black nose and big green cat eyes. And paws, Mike realizes. It's… kind of weird, the halfway effect? But definitely cute.
"Come on!” Chuck says. “You could at least get Dutch to paint your face!”
“It's my costume,” Julie says, “I had to make it myself! You cheat and make Dutch help you, if you want!”
"I don't need Dutch's help,” Chuck says smugly, “my costume is awesome.”
“We'll see,” Julie says, narrowing her eyes at him. “Mike! What are you going as?”
"It's a secret,” Mike says, grinning, and is soundly booed. They try to wrangle it out of him, but he refuses to give way, snickering at Chuck's threats and looking innocent.
"It better be really good!” Chuck says finally, arms crossed. “Don't embarrass me like this loser, Mikey!” He jerks his head at Julie, who makes an offended noise and reaches across from her armchair to poke him until he squeaks. Then she sits back, satisfied.
Mike slings an arm across Chuck's shoulders. “Aw, Chuckles,” he says with mock injury, “would I do that?”
“Last year you dressed up as a pizza box,” Chuck says flatly. “Yes. Yes you would.”
"Well, not this year,” Mike says, but he's pretty sure Chuck doesn't believe him. Maybe because he can't stop grinning.
That evening they gather in the garage before heading out. Everyone has to admit that Texas's T-Rex with laser-eyes and -claws is pretty cool, although Chuck is heard to say doubtfully that he doesn't think they had feather crests like giant mohawks. Dutch shushes him before Texas hears.
Dutch admires the fur detailing on Julie's paws and ears, which seems to please her. He's looking pretty good himself, body paint splashed on his face and arms to mimic the abstract shapes on the rectangular “canvas” he's wearing over his torso.
Chuck's costume is just as amazing as he said, and even Texas is impressed. He's dressed as the hero from one of the Burner’s new favorite movies, and his replication of the shoulder and body armor is excellent.
When they're all done exclaiming and being impressed, he turns to Mike with narrowed eyes. “I don't see a costume, bro.”
"Oh right!” Mike says, grinning innocently, and reaches into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a pair of puppy ears on a headband, he slides it onto his head. He reaches into the other pocket and pulls out a black leather collar, staring directly into Chuck's eyes while he buckles it around his neck. Chuck slowly flushes red. Julie makes an intrigued little hum, cat eyes fixed on Mike.
Last of all, Mike reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small sign which he hangs from the collar, and grins. Pat me, I'm a Good Boy.
“Dude,” Texas says in disgust as Dutch bursts out laughing. “Lame!”
Dutch shakes his head, still grinning. “You're a good boy, huh?” he says, and ruffles Mike's hair. “I dunno, man, looks more like you're bein’ naughty to me!”
Mike blinks big eyes at him and points to the sign, which sets Dutch off again.
“Didn't Check tell you specifically to wear a good costume, Mike?” Julie asks, eyes half-lidded, her smile small and sleek.
"It has to be good, it says so!” Mike tells her, grinning.
“Is that so,” Chuck says, and raises a hand as Mike's breath catches in anticipation. Before he can grab Mike's collar, though, Texas barges between them, dino head turning from one side to the other as he looks out of its mouth at them.
"Okay, Texas is all for crazy sex games, but right now we got an appointment with a bunch of candy and folks who’ll think Texas's costume is awesome! Go out and party first, get candy, come home and have hot Burner sex! 'Kay? 'Kay, good! Texas out!” He turns and heads for Stronghorn.
“You know, sometimes he makes sense,” Dutch says with a shrug, and takes his canvas off before climbing into Whiptail with it.
Chuck looks at Julie, who looks thoughtfully at Mike, then at Chuck. “They're right,” she says, “but you know, if we have to look at him wearing a collar for the next few hours, I think it's only fair we keep him equally distracted.”
"Good point,” Chuck says, and they smile at each other. “You first,” he adds politely.
Julie steps forward and at first Mike thinks she's just going for a hug. Then she grabs his butt with both hands and gropes, squeezing and rubbing. Mike swallows, swaying towards her.
"You're gonna be sore when I'm done with you,” she says casually. “You better hope Chuck's gonna go easy.”
"Yeah, no, that's not happening,” Chuck says, bright-eyed. “He was warned! And he did it anyway, so he gets to pay for it.”
"I guess puppy's getting a spanking,” Julie says, smiling, and raises a hand to tug on his collar. Mike lets out a shaky breath.
Julie lets go of him and steps back. “Have a nice drive!” she says to Chuck, and moves off to Nine Lives.
"Any regrets, Mikey?” Chuck asks, grabbing Mike's collar and pulling him forward by it, heat spiking through him.
“What, are you kidding?” Mike says, half-laughing. “Like I'm gonna complain?”
Chuck eyes him a moment and snorts. “And I thought Texas was attention-hungry,” he says, and kisses Mike hard. When he pulls back, he grabs the collar again and drags Mike over to Mutt, shoving him towards the driver's seat. Mike climbs in with his skin humming, eager for more touch.
“You know,” Chuck says, buckling in, “some of the Terras wear collars. If you wanted to incorporate that into a costume that wasn't incredibly lazy for next year.”
"I dunno, buddy,” Mike says, pulling out of the garage, “where’s my motivation?”
“Oh, you want motivation!” Chuck says, flaring up, and spends the rest of the drive describing exactly what he's going to do to Mike when they get home. It definitely is gonna make spending the next couple of hours in public slightly more tricky than Mike had planned for, but on the other hand, god is getting home gonna be worth it.
Mike is definitely gonna have to reuse this same costume next year.
Polyburners: everyone ganging up on Chuck!
GOD I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH YOU ASK ME FOR THE THINGS I WANTED TO MAKE BUT DIDN’T HAVE AN EXCUSE FOR
Gotta make that boy feel loved yessir. #suggestive
Omg you're so right, sorry that was wayyy too general vague... I didnt realize how much that would actually be whoops, What about Each of the burners/Chuck relationships?
Okay! Well I am Real Tired so this is going to meander and ramble kinda but I WILL DO MY BEST. Apologies in advance, you didn’t give a specific question RE: the couples in question so I’m just gonna………talk……
Let’s start with the obvious one.
