#greaser!Au

[batwynn]

Greaser wolf pack

[radsee]

Does Greasers Hair glow in the dark?!

Im so curious on how his hair works is it like strands of hair or is it just a blob ive seen people draw them both ways.

his hair does glow and have some blob/gelatin like properties, but it feels and acts more like real hair (albeit a bit wispy and ghost-like). it's a kind of magical manifestation of how he views himself, or what he subconsciously wants to look like.

[pepperpopstar]

Im going to explode him with my mind guys

Greaser sans is by Radsee!!

[princepv]

if it's romance, then only this one

[temmmry]

Sillies🤔🤔🤔

[delicatebarness]

cry baby | prologue

Summary: Meet The Avengers, the infamous friendship group. Known for causing trouble all around town, and being feared by all. Expect the youngest member of the group, she was different and she was protected.

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol. Crying.

Word Count: 1179

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A/N: The final results of the poll were 68.4% in favor of posting this now so here you go. I really hope I did this idea justice and you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think <3

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The bar hummed with music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional roar of a motorcycle outside. In the corner booth, among the haze of cigarette smoke and the dim glow of neon lights, sat a group of friends, claimed as The Avengers. 

Bucky Barnes leaned back in the booth, his eyes constantly scanning the room with a gaze as piercing as the edge of his knife. His presence commanded respect anywhere he went, without raising his voice. He was an enigma wrapped in leather.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he observed the scene at the bar. Your presence was a stark contrast to the rough ambiance of the bar. Dressed in a delicate flowing dress, out of place amidst the leather and tattoos, you were the embodiment of vulnerability in a world that praised itself on toughness. Your gaze darted nervously around the room as you waited for your drink. 

Bucky’s grip tightened around the beer bottle he had been nursing as he watched the bartender lean close to you. His jaw clenched with a quiet intensity, some instinct urged him to intervene, to protect you from whatever the guy was trying to do. But, before he could make a move he noticed Steve, your older brother and his best friend, standing closer to you. It was obvious from Steve’s expression and assertive stance that he was telling the bartender to step back.

Turning back his attention to the booth, he caught Natasha’s knowing smirk and Sam’s amused glance. They also had been watching the scene at the bar and offered small nods of approval toward Steve as you both made your way to the booth with the drinks. You were a tight-knit group, and there was an unspoken understanding that you would always protect one another. Mostly, it was you that they were protecting.

Your emotions began to bubble to the surface, tears threatened to spill over. The reasons for them, you were unsure of. Was it the presence of the new bartender? Perhaps Steve’s protective demeanor had caused them. Or maybe it was simply the atmosphere of smoke and dust. Regardless, as you settled back into the booth, the sight of Bucky’s eye-rolling toward you only worsened the urge to cry.

“Spill the beans, crybaby,” Bucky’s voice cut through the chatter of your friends around you. “What’s the verdict today? Tears of joy or sadness?” his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned forward.

Your cheeks flushed, and you tilted your head up hoping gravity will stop the tears from spilling. “I, I don’t know,” you mumbled softly, your voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

As the night wore on, the bar grew increasingly rowdy and you found yourself retreating into the safety of your thoughts. No matter how hard you tried to hide your teary eyes, you couldn’t escape Bucky’s watchful gaze. 

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As closing time drew near, there was a subtle shift that settled over the group, a silent acknowledgment that their night was coming to an end. With reluctant sighs, you began to gather your belongings. The rest of your friends picked up their packets of cigarettes and leather jackets, as you picked up your sketchbook and pencil. Preparing to leave the warmth of the bar for the cold embrace of the night, you begin to make your way to the exit. 

Bucky remained rooted in his spot in the booth, his gaze fixed on some unseen point around the bar. “Hey, Buck, you coming?” Steve called out, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced back at his friend. 

You could almost see the cogs working in his mind as he hesitated, clenching his jaw. “I think I’ll stay a bit longer,” he finally replied, his voice low. 

Wanda arched an eyebrow, confusion took over her features as Natasha spoke for you all, “Everything okay, Barnes?” she asked, her tone laced with curiosity. 

He offered you all a tight-lipped smile, a silent reassurance that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah I’m fine,” he beamed at you all with an uncharacteristic glee. His gaze flickered over to you for a brief moment before returning to your friends. “I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” 

With reluctant nods and murmured goodbyes, you and the rest of The Avengers made your way out of the bar, leaving Bucky alone. As the door swung shut behind you, Bucky let out a heavy sigh before making his way over to the bar.

~

With a heavy sigh, Bucky climbed the stairs to your apartment door, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways. An hour must have passed since you would have gotten home. As he reached the familiar door, he hesitated for a moment, his already grazed knuckles hovering over the wood before finally summoning the courage to knock. 

The door swung open, revealing your concerned expression as you took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep, a black eye already began to form. 

“Bucky? What happened?” you exclaimed, your voice filled the air with concern as you ushered him inside.

He offered you a weary smile, his gaze met yours with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion. “You should have seen the other guy,” he replied, his smile turning into a playful smirk. 

You arched an eyebrow skeptically, as you gestured for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. “Let’s just get you patched up,” you sent him a reassuring smile as you moved around your kitchen to fetch the first aid kit. 

As you began cleaning and dressing his wounds, he couldn’t help but marvel at the tenderness of your touch. Your hands moved with practiced precision while you stood in between his tights. Despite his attempts to downplay his injuries, he winced slightly as the antiseptic stung, his jaw clenching. 

A wave of emotion washed over you, and tears began to well up in your eyes, a silent testament to the guilt you carried from causing him more pain and discomfort. 

Bucky’s heart clenched at the sight of your tears, forgetting about his own pain momentarily as he reached out to gently cup your cheeks, wiping away the evidence of her distress. A gesture as gentle as it was instinctual. “Hey, what’s wrong?”  he asked softly, his hand never leaving your cheek.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering away from his as you struggled to find the words you wanted to say, “I, I don’t like when you’re hurt,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A pang of guilt twisted in his chest as he realized the hurt he was causing. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with regret as he felt your tears dampen his skin. “I’m sorry,” 

In the warmth of his embrace, you found comfort, and the weight of your worries subsided by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, calming your emotions with every passing second.

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[sharkjellot]

Commission I did for @pepperpopstar <33

[radicalrainbow]

My Greaser & Fresh designs <3

Obviously yes, the characters aren’t mine but these designs are, and these designs have their own LORE to them lol

Should probably call this Au of sorts like... Radicalverse or somethin'

Greaser wears a pin, specifically one from his old gang he was in as a teenager called “Bad to the Bone”, the name also appears on the back of his jacket with a special design that I'll make later <3

My Fresh is TRANS!! He isn't all over the place open about it, not even Greaser knew till he was long into his relationship with him!

Fresh' story is different in my version, which will get its own post later on once Geno's design is done

Fresh wears gloves with paws on them! And uses it to his advantage to fool around, gently bapping someone with his palm in a way to "boop" them like a cat would

Instead of Fresh having a gold tooth, Greaser does! Greaser got a gold tooth after getting into a physical fight with his brother years ago

Fresh still has his parasite, but my version of Fresh isn't the parasite itself. <3

And the last... THEY'RE MARRIED!! :D Fresh and Greaser got married, a small backyard wedding with only family and close friends. YET they don't wear rings to show it

I have so much more I can go off about my silly versions of these characters I adore so much, but no one wants to hear thaattt lol

BUT if you are interested- then YIPPEE

[zu-is-here]

Hey dear Zu if you possibly take requests could you perhaps draw Fresh if you haven't yet? Love your work!

Clink <3

[4/20] Fresh by loverofpiggies

Greaser by rodsee

[notartisticdraw]

stupid idiot #1 getting kissed

ngl im so tired but i wanted to sketch them kissing before I passed out. please don't look at Grease's hand dude idk

Greaser - @radsee

Fresh - @loverofpiggies

[shaykai]

I’ve been rambling about different UTMV ships over on Tik Tok, have some doodles from that

[frillsand]

I’m obsessed with silly drawings and artists

This guy belongs to Royal Au by @krasytoonz

I’m realizing nothing is stopping me from drawing other AUs

[radsee]

Hello.. drop some greaser lore?? 🥺🙏

this is some greaser au specific lore

greaser sans is not in any sort of gang, as you may have guessed. but if asked, he would say he's in a two man gang with his brother papyrus.

his brother HEAVILY disagrees with the label because, in his words, "YOU NEED MORE THAN TWO CATS TO FORM A GANG!!" sans, of course, would only reply, "but we're skeletons, not cats" which would piss his brother off even more.

but it's really the only way he's able to encourage his brother in his endeavor in becoming ONE OF THE COOLEST CATS after being rejected by THE coolest cat in the underground: Undyne.

not that he really wants papyrus to join her gang. i mean, she's pretty vicious. that gal is always playing some type of dangerous game. but is she really just trying to keep up with her reputation or is she trying to get someone's attention?

[pepperpopstar]

Greaser x Fresh RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Greaser Sans belongs to @radsee

Me and a other of folks have agreed for thier ship name to be Retro Rock

[princepv]

a brief example of how easy it is to ruin hours of styling

[vanglaggle]

greaser but in my comfort zone (fat bitches)

greaser belongs to @/radsee