The Acolyte's Collection

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This is @the-acolytes-collection

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hEY

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I found this in the family photo album.

It’s u

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It may be >:)) The federal crime part is definitely right

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This is @the-acolytes-collection

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hEY

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Me

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Day you’re lactose intolerant

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bloody painter x reader first date ?

Helen didn’t really know what to expect from this ‘date’. In his former life, he hadn’t had much of a positive experience with others, definitely not enough to warrant a first date. But with you, everything was different.

You had come into his life unexpectedly, and he appreciated the company that you brought. You talked to him even if all he would give in return was a nod. He could listen to you for hours, even if you talked about things that he didn’t fully understand. You were quiet when he needed it and could appreciate his art when he showed you some of his smaller pieces. 

When you had suggested to him to have an official ‘first date’, he had been a little confused. Hadn’t the times you and him had been together been dates? You just nudged his shoulder and told him not to worry about it. 

You had messaged Helen yesterday, telling him to meet at your favourite spot in the park at eleven-thirty. When he asked what you were planning, you told him to wait and see.

The spot you had given to him was a quiet, secluded space off the beaten trail. As the trail went over the stream and further towards the pond, a side-path that was used more by deer than people. It led to an outcropping of flat rocks that served as a great space to get away from people. He had shown you it when you both went on a walk. 

Arriving at the space, Helen was taken slightly aback. Set out on the rocks were a few blankets and a trash bag. On top of the blankets were snacks the both of you enjoyed, and on top of the trash bag were two already finished paintings and palettes at the ready. And of course, there was you.

You were dressed comfortably, though he could see the jewelry and makeup you wore to ‘dress up’. You beamed at him and stood to meet him.

“You made it!” You held out your hand, and he placed his gloved one in it. You cupped his hand with both of yours now, and he squeezed affectionately. Helen didn’t always want physical affection, and you respected that.

He nodded. “What do you have planned?”

You got a mischievous glint in your eyes and led him to the scene you had set up. You sat down on the blanket and he followed suit. Helen took the snacks and drink you offered, setting them aside for now. 

“Well,” you began, gesturing to the canvases. On one, there was a simple scene of a creek in autumn, surrounded by birch trees. The other was a residential street in spring, white houses and pastel flowers. 

“I found this idea online and have always wanted to try it. We take a painting and breathe new life into it, so to speak. I’ll let you choose first.” You smiled at him, waiting for him to take one. 

Helen looked at you for a moment, before gesturing to the paintings. “You choose first.” 

You gave him a surprised expression, regarding him curiously. “Are you sure?”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile dancing on his lips. He gestured again.

You picked the autumn creek painting, settling down into mixing your paints and changing the scene. He watched you for a moment, following your tentative brush strokes before picking up the other canvas. He regarded it, focusing on the larger pieces he wanted to change before he could work at the details. So he began to work as well.

You and Helen painted without a word between you. The silence was filled by the bubbling creek and the trees shifting in the wind. He could hear you humming softly sometimes, tunes and songs he didn’t recognize. He stopped sometimes, to watch you work at the painting. Sometimes, while he was focusing on getting a detail just right, he could feel your eyes on him. He felt a little proud when he would catch you staring, your cheeks flushing that beautiful red and turning back to your painting. The sun had travelled across the sky, and by the time you both had slowed to a stop, it was around one-fifteen. 

You broke into your snacks and drink and laid down against the blankets. Helen observed the way your back almost arched and your peaceful expression. He watched you for a few minutes before you turned your face to him.

“All done?” You asked softly.

He nodded and leaned over to snatch your painting from your feet. He ignored your protest as he looked at what you had created.

You had refreshed the colours, the yellow leaves standing out against the blue of the creek and fluffy white clouds. Two figured stood by the creek, one matching the colours you sported and the other with black hair and a blue jacket. 

His breath caught a little, and a smile graced his features. Though it wasn’t perfect, there was a kind of soul in the painting that made him pause. 

“I know it isn’t perfect, and definitely not up to your skill level, but I-” Helen interrupted you by grabbing your hand and kissing the top of it. Blood rushed to your face to match your shocked expression, and he admired it for a moment. He set your painting down and grabbed his, holding it in his lap.

Regaining your senses, you grabbed it from his hands. Bringing it up to your face, you were in awe of what he had accomplished. The shadows and light were much harsher and defined. The houses looked run-down, covered with vines and small flowers. Cracks had appeared in the road and sidewalk, and weeds grew up between them.

“Wow!” You exclaimed. “It looks like an entirely different painting.” 

Helen’s chest puffed out in pride as he took in your compliments. Setting his painting down, you turned to him and took his gloved hand.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this, Helen.” Your gaze dropped to your intertwined hands. “I know this isn’t what you’re used to, but I wanted to do something I know you’d enjoy as well.”

Helen shifted onto his knees and leaned over, brushing a feather-light kiss on your forehead. Your eyes snapped up to meet his as he settled back.

“I always like spending time with you, dove.” He moved his thumb over the back of your hand. 

You smiled at him, eyes sparkling with admiration and maybe even a touch of love. Helen realized in that moment that he would do anything to keep that expression on your face and that he needed to keep you around for as long as possible. You were his dove, and nothing could take you from him.

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👀 soulmate au with hoodie ?

The day was mostly cloudy, the sun struggling to peek through. Hoodie preferred this weather, the kind of day where people preferred to stay inside and out of his way. It also felt more real, in a sense. As a person without a soulmate, he couldn’t see colour at all. Everything was a shade between black and white. Considering his line of work, he never really believed that he had a person that was meant for him. And he preferred it this way. But of course, something had to come along and pull him out of the safety of his normalcy. He had been walking down the street, his hood pulled low and his head down when he felt his sturdy body collide with someone else, sending Hoodie stumbling back and the stranger to the cement. He shook his head, rubbing his chest where he received the impact. Turning to the person on the ground, he went to growl out a threat and walk away. But what he saw glued him to his spot. At first, it was their eyes. So brilliant, almost sparkling. Wide with astonishment, he noted. No doubt he looked the same. He took in the colour of their hair and skin, the clothes they were wearing. His gaze went to the street, seeing bright signs on storefronts and the vibrant green of the trees that lined the road. The sky he could see between the clouds was pale, same as the sun, but he could see the difference between the blue and the yellow now. He looked down at his own hands, seeing the colour of his own skin and clothes for the first time. “O-oh, wow. This is-this is really it, isn’t it?” A shaky voice drew him to the stranger. When he actually focused on them and not just the colour, he found them to be attractive, stunning even. They had pulled themselves up from the ground, looking around in amazement. Returning to him, they looked up into his dark eyes. “Hi.” They smiled, sticking out their hand. “My name is (y/n). It’s great to finally meet you.” “I’m Brian.” He said slowly, grabbing their hand lightly. The two looked at each other for a while, reacting to the other and the new world around them. His alter hadn’t spoken up either, though they were present in his mind. The stunned silence was ruined be his phone, ringing from his pocket, startling them both. Snatching it, he answered the call. It was Masky, grumbling about some new orders he had received from their boss. They needed to meet immediately. Brian grumbled out an affirmative before hanging up. He went to step around them, but was stopped once again by their beautiful eyes. They looked up at him, a little confused but still amazed. He couldn’t help how his heart clenched. All Brian wanted to do was take them home and keep them safe. But at the moment, home wasn’t safe. Nowhere with him was. “Do you need to go?” They asked, unable to keep the sadness creeping into their voice. Brian nodded solemnly. They looked down at their feet. Knowing he needed to do something, he pulled out a pen and notepad from his pocket. He was used to carrying one on him when he didn’t want to speak but needed to be understood. Tapping it, he held it out to them. “Oh!” They exclaimed, lighting up. “Did you want my number?” He nodded, quicker this time, taking a small bit of joy in the way they smiled as they scribbled down the digits. He took the objects back and tucked them away for safe-keeping. “I guess this is goodbye.” They spoke, then added on. “For now, I mean!” In an uncharacteristic move, he grabbed their hand and held it close to him, squeezing it lightly. Blood rushed to their cheeks, and Brian found himself loving the colour. “For now.” He repeated, slowly letting go of their hand and stepping around them. He pulled his hood around his head as he headed in the direction of the park. He tried not to let himself get too distracted by the new colours the world had taken on or the memory of how soft and small their hand had been in his. He pulled his mask on, noticing the crimson stood out a lot more from the black now, and found Masky, ready to begin their new assignment. As Hoodie took control, Brian made a promise to himself. He would see them again, no matter the risks. He would be by their side until his last breath, as much and as often as he could. They were his, damn it. And nothing was going to take them from him.

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Y’all Really Wanted Crab Cakes Huh

Ok ok!! Here it is finally! I can drop my grandpa’s recipe if y’all like crab cakes, I know they’re one of my faves 😌💫

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YOU DISAPPEARED FROM MY ENTIRE TUMBLR FOR LIKE A MONTB AND I COULDNT FIND YOU BUT HAHA MOTHERFUCKER YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME

oH NO I’VE BEEN FOUND

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You need to turn the volume up

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@emotobix

Canon. 😤

This is also @the-acolytes-collection with fucking teeth I stfg—

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U🦷U ✨✨My inclination towards teefs is completely valid✨✨ U🦷U

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I can’t believe people are supporting you, this whole fandom is racist af. ACAB, fuck the military and silence =violence

Hey, first of all, I don’t understand what I did?

Also, how is someone supporting me as an individual racist? If anything you seem to be a bit rash.

I stand with you on two of the mentioned statements, but the military isn’t as affiliated with the head of state as you think. Please at least research stuff before you attack blindly.

If this is in reference to the protests and the National Guard’s presence there, please know they act on the orders of the governer’s of the state they reside in, not on military orders.

Also, if you’re going to attack anyone, it’s me. Don’t you dare bring anyone else into this. It shows that you’re a coward and can’t even decide where to place blame.

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I don’t understand why they’re attacking you at all. You’ve already said elsewhere that you support ACAB, BLM, and have stated several times that silence=violence.

If this person is too much of a coward to come off anon and/or too much of an idiot to realize that the military =/= the national guard AND that you support all the things listed above, then they can go try to bother someone else.

And if this anon ends up reading this, come on man. Find something productive to do. Your asks are nothing but fodder and aren’t doing anything

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Rainy Days

My first ever commission!! 

@poweranon here’s your Cody fluff!

Warnings: thunderstorms, cursing, mind rotting fluff

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Habit s/o microwaves those canned hotdogs and he just walks in offended like how dare my s/o eat trash “it's good trash gremlin man”, safe to say gremlin man makes his s/o food regardless if they want it or not

Gremlin man also can’t cook. So you’re eating what’s basically burned dog food

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c-canned hotdogs??

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May I carry out the execution of rake fuckers??? -sneaky

The honor is yours 😌

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Honour*

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Okay, i had a dumb idea where the creeps have a s/o that will like, make a pillow/blanket nest in a closet and hide there when they're overwhelmed/scared and now i gotta see it with big demon boy EJ and maybe Helen -Mothman anon

What the FUCK is up moth!!! THANK U for always supplying me with prime EJ content 😤😤😤👌👌👌💖💖💖

@the-cryptids-way just one case 😌💫

Jack

- I mean yeah this poor boy had some anxiety problems as a human that only got worse when he became a demon

- He doesn’t get overwhelmed by physical people or things as much as he does by noise

- But he does know different things trigger different people, so he tries to learn your triggers as quickly as possible to make sure he doesn’t accidentally drag you into situations that will overwhelm you

- He always really like the concept of a literal safe closet, when he’s overwhelmed he climbs trees out in the woods and just kinda sits there for a while

- He lends you ALL of his comfiest blankets and pillows from his bed, maybe a hoodie or two if they’re not bloodied

- He doesn’t even realize that they all have his scent on them, which is so much more calming to you, so he just thinks it’s flattering that he helps you feel better

- He would never, NEVER go into your closet or open doors to where you were hiding if you’re overwhelmed. He won’t even text you

- His kind of panic attacks are ones where he doesn’t want to talk or interact with anyone, so he takes the safe route and lowkey avoids you at first

- He also gets VERY skeptical if you ever ask him to check in on you or come cuddle with you, but he gets used to it

- Hear me out,,,, you know how therapy dogs and even cats will lay their heads on you/even lick you if they sense you’re tense

- :)

- Jack thank you for trying to help but please don’t lick me

Helen

- As a painter this man knows ALL about calming colors or cool color schemes

- So as soon as you introduce him to your little space he’s IMMEDIATELY like “this has to go. This is too bright. This color is just ugly. Neons?? During a panic attack?? What are you thinking! More blue here. Green on the ceiling. NO, not puke green, Monet green. Yes. Do you want a lovely Van Gogh in here”

- Like… babe.… it’s about the Softness. The Textures. It’s usually dark in here anyway

- While he does have minor anxiety issues, he doesn’t really need a dedicated or decorated space to cam down, he just needs some peace and quiet for a second

- He sees your space as more of a cute little hang out so he WON’T hesitate to just knock, say “yoo-hoo!” and just walk in

- Ofc if you’re like “Helen please don’t do that” he’ll stop, but he is gonna sit outside the door the whole time and be worried about you

- He eventually learns that all your senses have to be soothed, not just your vision, so he starts buying little tapestries or blankets with his favorite paintings on them to give to you

- He’s learning little by little, at first he just brought back stuff he thought was fun, like those sequin pillows or some cow skin-esque stuff or suede

- He wears gloves a lot so he doesn’t know that those textures can be Icky to some people, but he’s more than happy to throw them in his own little pillow corner and try again to find something you like

- He has memorized a ton of locations where you said “this is nice” or “oh this is so pretty and calming” and gone back to paint them for you to hang up :,)

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Ooh, may I request the proxies walking in on S/O and another pasta having a rap battle in the living room (and S/O is totally killing it)? Bonus points if they're rapping to Epic Rap Battles of History. Thank you~!

i listened to erb for the first time and honestly, this request was lots of fun, even though i might have gotten a bit sidetracked

pure crackhead energy - i sincerely hope you enjoy it

+ ticci toby 

+ if he ever did walk in on his s/o having a rap battle with someone, he’d be a bit upset that they went ahead and did it without him

+ but that all melts away when the theatrics start

+ haha thats funny because that would never happen

+ BEN and toby are most likely to organize these re-enactments so it’s bold of you to assume toby wouldn’t already be there to do one with you

+ that’s how you found yourself in a surprisingly elaborate costume, next to toby, in a similar attire, who is fixing a blond wig on

+ across from you stand clockwork, as clyde, and a jane who ended up in the role of bonnie against her own will - nat’s tipping her hat, grinning, while jane twirls a toy pistol in her hands

+ you fix the small tiara on his head and that’s when the shows start

+ BEN drops the beat and clockwork steps in front of her jane

+ “i’ll handle this darlin’, i’m known to fire off some bars”

+ the two gals are surprisingly good and their accents are on point

+ but you and toby have been practicing too

+ you have to bite back a laugh as you face him and start your verse “my love, your face is beauty to behold, i will protect thine honour”

+ all the sass the brunet has comes out as he raps to juliet’s lines

+ jane and clockwork watch you prancing around behind him, trying to keep their shocked expressions from crumbling into a fit of laughter

+ nat then points a finger at him

+ “hey partner, you better put a muzzle on your missus” she growls playfully as you hold your juliet close protectively

+ jane pulls out the toy pistol and pretends to shoot at toby

+ you never knew his voice could go so high

+ “then i shall kill myself, on my stomach i shall lie,” you weep as you dramatically pull out a waterbottle and gobble it down

+ “oops nevermind! my flesh was merely grazed!” your boyfriend happily announces. “where’s romeo? oh nOMEO there’s poison on your face!”

+ he takes a knife, sticks it under his armpits so to make it seem as if it was planted in his heart and collapses onto the floor again

+ the show is unable to go on as “clyde” bursts into loud laughter at toby’s fake-spasming on the floor

[romeo and juliet vs bonnie and clyde]

+ hoodie

+ the beat was what caught his attention

+ he walks into the living room just as you “step right in”, dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans

+ then he watches as toby borderline twerks behind you as you diss jeff who is supposedly bill gates [with a shabby wig]

+ he lost a bet okay ?

+ cue money being rained on everyone by toby while jeff tries to rap the aids donation part

+ then you get slapped with an iphone

+ but that doesn’t throw you off your game, not even slightly

+ he has no idea what’s happening but he goes along with it

+ so under his mask, he’s smirking, amused

+ he thinks the peak of crachead energy is when you’re picked up by toby and carried away, acting out your ascent to heaven

+ he is wrong

+ jeff really gets into the next bit, spitting out the verse with incredible aggressiveness

+ “fine, you wanna be like that? dIE THEN”

+ just as hoodie expects the little show to end

+ the lights dim

+ BEN floats over to the center, his arms full stretched out

+ his voice is distorted as he looks at jeff, eyes glowing red, a condescending smirk on his face

+ “i’m sorry bill, i’m afraid i can’t let you do that”

[steve jobs vs bill gates]

+ masky

+ masky immediately backs out of the room and closes the door

+ but then toby comes through the door, pushing him in

+ so your boyfriend just crosses his arms and watches as you put on an itchy-looking beard and as BEN steps out dressed like that kid from pokemon

+ the blond boy starts, throwing a pokeball at your feet

+ masky: ???

+ he is about to leave again when you jump in

+ “you’re so ineffective, you couldn’t even turn 11″ you retort in a gruff voice

+ masky chokes back on a laugh as the elf looks at you, overdramatically shocked

+ BEN’s comeback has more intensity in it as he floats up, circling around you

+ you look unfazed and your boyfriend has to admit, he’s getting quite the kick out of this

+ he thinks the lines are so clever

+ “i am dar-winning”, “TB and scarlet fever, gotta catch em all!”, “it was hard losing my daughters and their brother, as hard as the wood that oak gave your mother”

+ he’s doubled over, shoulders shaking as he holds onto a chair to keep his balance

+ you see him wipe away a tear as you finished

+ he’ll never let you live it down though. except teasing for years to come

[ash ketchum vs charles darwin]

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Reading your head cannons for biker Jeff made me want to send him so much love omg- How would our boy react to a soft S/O who is always giving him so much love and makes sure he's doing ok? They even pack little lunches for him.

+ jeff would have a really hard time with someone like that

+ his first instinct is to drive them away, no matter what it takes. this could be from making them really uncomfortable or scaring them until they leave

+ he doesn’t understand why they’re so nice and caring to someone like him

+ he’ll reluctantly warm up to them and let them hang around him

+ once the two get in a relationship

+ well

+ let’s just hope his s/o has a lot of patience. biker jeff wouldn’t be as toxic as normal jeff, but dating him is still not ideal

+ he’s reckless, borderline manic depressive and he deals with it in less than healthy ways

+ he’ll start to get nicer as time goes by - after all, this is someone he’s beginning to care for - but it’ll always be behind closed doors

+ he definitely feels embarrassed about displaying affection publicly so he’ll be quick to brush them off after a kiss

+ jeff will also make sure he’s not around others when he eats the lunch they packed him

+ he doesn’t want to lose face in front of his crew

+ because he wants to be his s/o’s man [i.e. protect them, take care of them, play the traditional male role in the relationship], he’ll start to be more careful when he ride his motorcycle

+ just for the sake of his partner

+ he’ll take them for late-night rides to abandoned buildings outside of them and cuddle with them in peace, away from prying eyes

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*Read at 4:45pm*

hhfhgfh i’ve never written a fanfic and shared it like this go easy on meEEE  Just some habit porn for @creepy-bi-day as well as @the-violet-acolyte @fekst-fucker 

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Fluff with the roger brothers, like cody's birthday is being celebrated for the first time with toby and they go out and splurge plz??? Thank you!!! -sneaky anon 😊🖤🖤🖤

This took the longest. BUT! it was a blast to write. Sorry it’s a bit rushed though, I just wanted to finish it.

Birthday

Honestly? You couldn’t blame yourself.

He didn’t like talking about himself much, always changing the topic to you or something around you.

So when Cody’s brother had burst into your small apartment, yelling something along the lines of happy birthday and you’re old, you instantly felt horrible.

You had just moved in with the man, but you had been dating for what was it now? Six months? Eight? Gods, you didn’t even know.

You sat in a state of slight shock as the two began to argue about Toby’s sudden visit, you chewed your bottom lip, walking into the small kitchen you shared with your boyfriend. You suddenly felt exposed in the pair of black boxers and the (f/c) tank top.

“Hey, (y/n),” Toby began, causing you to turn slightly. The brunette offered a grin and moved around his brother to look at you. “Nice to- Nice to see someone can put up-can put up with this dick.”

Cody glared and pushed his brother out of the apartment, cheeks turning a light pink as he realized what you were wearing. He muttered under his breath about how stupid the younger sibling was, closing the door with his foot and running a hand through his inky black hair.

“Fucker annoys the shit out of me,” he muttered, glancing at you with a sheepish smile. “Twenty-three isn’t old, is it?”

You shook your head, crossing your arms and rubbing your arms.

“Cody, have you ever celebrated your birthday before?” The words flew out of your mouth before they could stop. He blinked twice in surprise, glancing at the ceiling before humming in thought.

“Once,” he stated, crossing his arms and shifting his weight onto one leg. “I think I was like, ah, six? There was a thing at the orphanage. Like a baseball tournament and I got some cake.”

Your jaw dropped.

He had spent seventeen years without a birthday celebration?

Your jaw set as you sped past him, walking into your shared bedroom. You heard Cody call out from behind you, worried he did something wrong.

You stripped the tank top from your body, kicking off the boxers as you dug through your drawers. Cody froze in the doorway, eyeing your figure.

“If you wanted to fuck-“

“Get dressed, asswipe,” you said, tugging out a pair of black jeans and a deep blue short sleeve tee. Cody scrunched his nose.

“That doesn’t match.”

You heaved a sigh and dropped the shirt, tugging the jeans on. Instead of the dark blue, you opted for a white shirt with (favorite band)’s logo on it. Cody opted for his usual shredded black jeans with a dark red hoodie.

He spread his arms, flashing you a smirk.

“Look good enough, dollface?” He asked, winking and sticking his tongue out at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The man was insufferable sometimes.

“If a street rat is good enough,” you teased, causing him to feign shock and grasp at his heart dramatically. “What did Toby want to do, anyway?”

Cody shrugged, bending down to pick up a pair of black docs out of the small collection he had of them. Settling on a pair with blue laces, he looked at you over his shoulder as he tugged them on.

“Something about birthdays being for family or some other sappy ass shit,” he said flippantly, shrugging and standing again. You slid on a pair of your (f/c) chucks, glaring half heartedly at him.

“You never told me your birthday was today, Rogers.”

“You never asked, (L/n),” he smirked leaned over to kiss your forehead. “Now, let’s go before that dumbass actually breaks the fucking door down.”

“You love him and you know it.”

“Love is such a strong word, though,” he sighed, smile tugging at his lips. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, drama queen,” you pushed past him gently, walking towards the front door again. When you swung it open, you almost jumped.

Toby all but fell into the room, having been leaning against the door. He offered a cheeky grin and ran his hand though his brunette curls.

“I, um, got excited?” He tried, earning a scoff from his older brother.

“Impatient more like,” Cody pushed through the doorway, walking down the hall while the two of you followed.

 By the time he decided where to eat, you were starved. Toby didn’t seem phased, though.

The three of you walked into a small restaurant, Cody leading the way. The hostess offered an empty smile, taking your little entourage to your seats.

The meal passed by easily enough, and you even got to see your tough, punk, murderous boyfriend blushing when the waiters came to sing him Happy Birthday.

Following your meal, you and Toby had decided to take the awkward man to a movie. The two of you spent the whole day spoiling Cody, not letting him pay for anything.

At the end of the day, Cody was done with interaction. He all but slammed the door in his brother’s face as he tried to follow you two into the shared apartment, saying he knew that the brunette had a hotel room if he was in the city.

 He sighed and leaned his back against the door, shooting a glare at you.

“That was a lot, babe,” he seethed. The bags under his eyes were more prominent, now.

He loved his brother, but the younger Rogers boy could be a lot to deal with for his introverted self.

You smiled, tilting your head as you kicked off your shoes as you dropped the numerous bags from your arms.

“You had fun, though,” you said softly, walking closer to cup his cheek. “It’s the first time in a while we’ve done something like that.”

Cody hummed and leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. He sighed deeply, placing his hand over yours and relaxing his tense shoulders.

“Yeah, I did,” he muttered. “Hate it when you’re right, y’know.”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips. Leaning close, you placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips, the feeling of the familiar metal a comfort at this point.

“I know you do, fucking know it all,” you teased, causing him to shoot his eyes open to glare at you half heartedly. “Now, lets go take a shower. I think we have some popcorn left in the cabinet, too.”

He grinned down at you, green eyes almost shining in his excitement.

“Movie night?”

“Movie night.”

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