#implied cuteguy

[myeoomski]

ddvau grian i guess

i like messing w colors

alt/boring one under cut

[oh-snapperss]

so indebted to you for cuteguy etho god bless

just for u.... i give u the accidental beginning of a cute guy fic in my drafts. it's pure crack and unedited btw

words: 1169

warnings: none

has like one line of implied shipping lol

“Etho, Etho!” Bdubs waves frantically, as if the two were greeting each other after a long few weeks apart, rather than a single day. 

“Oh, hey Bdubs!” Etho walks over, barely noticing when the door slams shut behind him. There’s plenty of other customers around, most wearing headphones and sitting at the tables, lost in their work. This morning, there’s no line, and Etho heaves a sigh of relief. He’d been up way too late, and he’s ready for a pick me up. 

“Have you seen the news?” Bdubs asks as soon as he’s at the counter. Over by one of the cabinets, a muted television plays, showing a broken window at one of the museums. Etho tears his eyes from it quickly. 

“Ah, you know me! I never do!”

“Someone broke into Cub’s museum last night!” Bdubs’ eyes are wide, gesturing at the TV anyways. 

Etho blinks, pushing down his rising horror. “No way.” He doesn’t know…surely….

“Yes way!” Bdubs leaned in conspiratorially. “They say that the Cute Guy outfit was stolen!” 

Etho’s grip on the strap of his backpack tightens. “That so?” 

“Yeah! I mean, who would do that, right?” Bdubs pushed back from the counter. “You want your usual, right?” 

“Yes please.” Etho draws out the ‘please’, as always. “Don’t forget the heavy whipping cream.”

“You know you’re the only reason I keep this in stock, right?” Bdubs rolls his eyes, bustling around the coffee shop. It’s a quaint place, smelling so strongly of coffee Etho is sure that he’ll be smelling it the rest of the day. Nonetheless, it was the best coffee shop in the whole city! Least, that was what Bdubs said. And if Etho ever said otherwise, he’d have his head gone by morning, probably. 

“Ah, come on! Best part of the whole coffee!” Etho protests, flicking parts of his napkin at Bdubs whenever his back is turned. 

“You’re disgu–stop flicking the napkin at me–you’re the worst! Don’t even know why I serve this to you, it’s gonna give you diabetes, you’re gonna die at the ripe age of however old you are, and then what’s ol’ Bdubs gonna do?” Throughout his ramble Bdubs flits around the coffeeshop, making Etho’s coffee regardless. It’s a simple enough order, just black coffee. 

…okay, and just as much heavy whipping cream. 

“I’m not gonna die! Takes a lot more than that to kill me!” Etho giggles, although he shifts from foot to foot. What does it take to kill him? He’s tempted to check and make sure his backpack is securely zipped up. 

“It does not take a lot more to kill you.” Bdubs glares at him, sliding the cheap disposable cup across the counter towards him. “Four dollars.” 

“Wh–it’s three-fifty!” 

“Yeah, but I need financial compensation for when this kills you.” Bdubs says smugly. “Pay up, sweetheart.” 

Etho’s not blushing at the endearment. No sirree. He would never, especially since he’s ninety percent sure Bdubs calls everyone that. 

“Etho?” Bdubs stares at him, unimpressed. “Just cause you’re my favorite customer doesn’t mean you get out of paying for your coffee.” 

“Ohhh, favorite customer, you say?” Etho grins, all thoughts abandoned in favor of teasing. “If I’m your favorite customer, can I get a disco-”

“No.” 

“Okay.” Etho laughs, and finally pulls his usual wad of cash from his pocket. “How much again?” 

“Three fifty. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the–”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Etho slides the money over, before hiking his backpack up his shoulder again. “Thanks, ‘dubs. See you around?” 

Bdubs barely even glances at him. “Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Or maybe at the grocery store? Oh wait, you’re too short–”

“Get out!” Bdubs flicks another napkin at him. “You’re the worst!”

His grin says otherwise, and Etho matches it with his own clear out of the shop. Once out, though… 

The streets are crowded, the sky overcast with light grey clouds. Shoot, he should have checked the weather before he left–if he gets stuck in a drizzle without a jacket, he’ll never hear the end of it from Scar, or Bdubs, or anyone else. 

He walks down the street, glancing around. iBuy seems particularly busy, and so does False’s fashion shop. He slips through the crowd, trying not to bring too much attention to himself. It’s a miracle no one has noticed his routine yet–get coffee, walk down street, duck into the alleyway entirely non suspiciously, and slip in the back door to his new job at HotGuy HQ. 

Insane, right? 

The second he’s through the backdoor, the alarms go off, as usual. It’s a simple matter of yanking a wire from the alarm system to turn it off, and then he continues forward as normal. 

“Scar?” He calls out, glancing around. The HQ is quiet today, not even a receptionist at the front desk. 

“You mean Hot Guy?” 

Etho spins around on his heel, to discover Scar standing at the top of the stairs. He’s fully decked out in his superhero outfit, each muscle outlined and complemented by his shirt. 

“Scar, it’s just us. Do we really need to call each other–”

“Never call each other by real names, Cute Guy. You never know who could be listening.” Scar lowers his head, so that the light shining behind it outlines each impeccable feature in shadow perfectly. “Our identities… must be kept secret. Forever.” 

“Ooookay.” Etho sighs. “Why’d you call me Cute Guy?” 

The light behind Scar goes out, leaving Scar blinking at Etho in confusion. “Because that’s… who you are?”

“What do you mean by that…?” Etho stares back, horror swirling in his gut. “Sca-Hot Guy, I just did you a favor by breaking into that museum. I’m not becoming Cute Guy, that’s someone else’s job–”

“What do you mean?” Scar grins. “That was your final test! To prove your strength, your valor, your bravery!”

“I’m pretty sure those last two words mean the same thi-”

“Did you get it?” Scar descends the steps, his bow clutched desperately in one hand. “Have you succeeded?” 

Etho sighs. When he’d signed up for Hot Guy lessons, he’d thought maybe it would help him pick up some flirting tips, not this! “Yes, S-Hot Guy, I got it.” He slings the backpack off his shoulder, tossing it to Scar without much fanfare. “I’m not wearing that.” 

The bag is caught easily, although Etho doesn’t miss the look of horror when it’s thrown. “You can’t just throw the Cute Guy outfit!”

“Sorry.”

Scar ignores his apology, unzipping the bag eagerly. Each part of the costume is pulled out eagerly, before being dropped on the floor in favor of the next piece. Pink skirt, pink jacket, fishnet tights, pink crop top and are those cat ears?

Etho decides not to point out the irony of half the costume being tossed to the floor after being scolded for throwing the backpack. Besides, he really needs to head on out anyways, he’s running late for work at the redstone department of iBuy–

“Try it on.” 

“What?”

[asketho]

Oh snappers! Go get your snacks!

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[too-much-sunshine]

Hihi I was reading your wonderful fic Watch Out and lemme tell ya it's one of my favorite Hotguy/Cuteguy fics EVER. You're so amazing and I think you're so cool for deciding to share your story and talent with all of us <3 /pos

I do have one question on something that confused me a little bit- in the chapter (15) where some of the Council break into Grian and Scar's rooms, they said "let's try the Lucky one's room" or something, implying they know about his powers, but later in the story we learn they don't know about his Luck powers, that Scar had managed to hide that information from anyone who wasn't Boatem. Was that on purpose? Did some of the council know and Grian had forgotten that or overlooked that?

Anyway as I said I really love your story and the creativity you put into it is chefs kiss. The final battle scene in ch 25 in particular was one of my favorite parts of the whole fic, and I love how you wrote the codependency of Grian and Scar and how them clinging to each other was part of how they got so far in the end, how they managed to win. I love that they're in therapy now, and I love that Boatem is back and how they're all still codependent with each other even if it's not the most healthy thing in the world. I loved the arc where they learned to let other villains and heroes help them and to trust them. I LOVE Dadsuma and Evil X. My beloveds <3 I love everything about Keralis he's so underrated in your fic, Iskall too, I care about them so much. I also love Grian and Scar's characterizations (and in particular I really love reading about Scar's kind of insecurity/imposter syndrome when it comes to Boatem but also how much he loves them).

I hope you are having a an excellent day/night and taking care of yourself and are well /All pos

and I hope this ask didn't bother you (I get nervous sending asks :P)

Hello hi! Hi Helloo!!! Thank you so much for reading and loving my fic!!! And thank you for the question!!

The Council did not know about Scars power, if was more of a lucky guess on their part. When Scar "got away/overlooked" during the whole mess with Boatem, the Council wasn't happy even if they didn't know he was there. Scar was the beautiful face they needed to keep the public calm, but truthfully they wouldve wanted Scar gone to! So, when calling him lucky, it wasnt cause they really knew of his power, they were just saying he was lucky to be alive still.

Grian made the connection to his power, since Grian knew it at that point!!

Thank you so much for reading and talking the time to leave such nice compliments TwT And thank you again for asking a question!!! Never feel worried to ask me things!! I love talking and also talking about this fic!! <3<3<3

[cielcreations]

Handmade Canary (Ch. 1)

TRIGGER WARNING: implied torture , implied medical torture , implied non-consensual body modifications , branding , implied PTSD , referenced self harm/suicide , more tags to come I'm sure

The dirty blonde screamed, struggling in the chains. He sobbed hysterically as he tried to pull away from the pole he was chained to, but then screamed and leaned into it, trying to escape the burning sensation in his back.

When the pain died down, he panted drool falling down his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. He heard the door open and looked up, seeing his master staring down at him.

"Little birdie..." He cooed, kneeling down, wiping his eyes, "You need to grow out your wings."

The dirty blonde whimpered.

"I know it hurts, but the faster you do it, the quicker you get to come home with me! Don't you want that?"

He didn't, but he nodded anyways.

"Good birdie." His master stood up, calling out to the scientists, "Give him a second dose."

"N-No please-"

"Hush now birdie, you need your strength to spread your wings."

He watched as his master left and the scientists came back in, he tried to pull away from them, but was quickly stabbed in the back, injected with the same thing they have been giving him for the past week. Once they finished, they left and closed the door. 

The dirty blonde's breath began to quicken, his back starting to burn. He screamed in pain as it started again.

***

"How is he?" The hero asked as he walked beside the doctor.

"Physical health wise? Stable. We manage to bandage all the wounds and stop all the blood. Mental health wise? A psychologist has been visiting him every day and he hasn't said a word." The doctor explained, "He's also tried to take his own life three different times."

"Wouldn't it be better if Hotguy or even Cuteguy is here instead of me?"

"That's the thing, Pyrolisk, we offered that." They stopped walking, the doctor staring at the blue haired hero, "We offered to bring in Hotguy or Cuteguy. But he declined. He wrote this."

The doctor handed the other a paper, the hero taking it and reading it. Want Pyrolisk. He saved me. Trust him.

"He wanted me?" Pyro asked.

"It was the first time he's communicated with us. He hasn't said a single word since he's been here, nor has he wrote anything before that. It's why we called you." The doctor turned, offering the door.

Pyro hesitated before taking the doorknob into his hand. He slowly turned it and walked inside, seeing the patient on the bed. He had long dirty blonde hair that fell just a bit past his shoulders, light blue eyes, wearing the typical hospital gown. He had bandages around his arms, chest, neck, and he was sure his legs too, but his legs were covered by the hospital blanket.

On his back were two large wings, the feathers a golden yellow, like a canary.

"Hey..." Pyro smiled softly, walking over, "I'm Pyrolisk, but you can call me Pyro. The doctors said you wanted to see me?"

The dirty blonde looked up from staring at his bed, eyes widening. He tapped the bed, turning to reach over for a chair.

"T-Take it easy!" Pyro quickly walked over, sitting down with a chuckle. The dirty blonde stared at him in amazement, "You're still healinng. Doctors told me you took quite the beating."

The dirty blonde grabbed Pyro's wrist.

"W-Woah, hey! Take it- HEY!" Pyro yelled.

The dirty blonde ignored him as he removed Pyro's glove.

"LET GO!"

On the inside of his wrist was a branded mark.  Hells Exp. 5

Pyro yanked his arm back and grabbed his glove, pulling it back on, "Listen, I know you've been through a lot, but-"

"Me too!"

Pyro stopped, staring at the other, confused.

The dirty blonde pulled down the bandages from his wrist.

Hells Exp. 7

Pyro's eyes widened, "...You..."

"O-Others died... Others killed..." He smiled, "But me and you! We lived! Only ones!"

Pyro looked at him, tears forming in his eyes, "...You..."

"Last one! Only wanted me! Lucky number 7!"

The hero stared, "...You're... You didn't deserve that. I thought I..."

The dirty blonde stared, confused.

"I... I need to go."

"W-Wait!" He quickly caught the hero's arm, "I... I see you again?"

Pyro hesitated before smiling, "Yeah, you'll see me again."

The dirty blonde smiled brightly before nodding, letting him go.

[spacedustmantis]

current album ideas for the witnesses au:

turf war. grian is in fact present but he's not mother spore... explicitly (he totally is and it's lowkey implied, but he vehemently denies it). scar's there

life series. it's not multiple seasons, instead mechanical elements and particularly heart wrenching moments are taken from all seasons and sort of, mashed together. not every single event that canonically happens is present in the album bc that's how world building works

asmp? maybe? idk i haven't watched it yet

for sure some empires stuff, but again, i haven't watched any

i'm still undecided on dsmp. on one hand it's impact on the wider minecraft community and culture is undeniable and also there's some juicy stuff in there that i could easily turn into a mechs album, but on the other hand. that's a whole can of beans i'm not fond of trying to dissect into parts i'm comfortable with and parts i'm not comfortable with. maybe they just have one single song from the dsmp and it's about michael_b. or something

ttbt 1: moon big (mumbo's origin song), soup group (partially ren origin but focusing mainly on the soup group), bsmp sunshipduo, evo/watchers (grian origin), pearl double life, deepfrost citadel (tango origin)

ttbt 2: zombie virus (cleo origin), flight sim war thing with skizz (impulse origin), empires/hc crossover (time travel) (false origin mentioned but not elaborated upon), hotguy cuteguy thing (maybe swan song esque?), potato war (this one's real epic. also i guess technoblade is now canon to witnesses), bdub's weird king thing (always an angel never a god etc etc)

feel free to like. expand upon these, or come up with new ideas to add to this list. and on the off chance that someone actually would like to write something for this au i give you full permission to be inspired by this list or whatever. i also would've liked to include like, actual mcyt legends, as in like old school smps and stuff, but alas i wasn't around back then so idk anything.

[raichett]

Bullseye

Enough with heroes Hotguy and Cuteguy, let’s get some villains in here. 

Content warnings: transphobia, minor character death, implied/referenced sexual assault, foul language including suggestive language. The plot of this can be summed up as “Scar kills a predatory transphobe”, so make of that what you will.

This flash fic can also be found on AO3.

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BULLSEYE

Since leaving heroism – and the hero industry’s root-deep corruption, disregard, exploitation and every other nasty thing they hide under their sleek façade and tinted windows, forked tongues behind smiles and rust under the gold paint – behind, many things have changed for Grian and Scar. Some good, some bad, some just… change.

They haven’t bothered to change their call signs overmuch, however. Hotguy the Hero is now Hotguy the Villain, still in his same black costume with the blue and gold symbol, with his same bow, though he’s upgraded his repertoire of arrows.

Look what you did, look how we turned away – look how we’re still the same people, only now we don’t bow to you anymore.

Grian understands forging a new identity and how freeing it is, more than most, but he also likes the way that the media and heroes are forced to keep using those call signs, unable to sweep under the rug that two of their top heroes had chosen villainy out of their own free will. The public has been pressuring for more substantial answers than the excuses made by PR for months, and they’re even getting close, what with the rise of hacktivism and the way that the Hero Council can’t hide the cracks caused by rust that have been growing over the years.

A part of Grian can’t wait for the inevitable leak to hit the internet. He and Scar have already talked about it giddily, and decided that ordering too much pizza and getting wine drunk, the news channels and social media trending pages playing across several of their monitors, is going to be their own private celebration. In fact, Grian’s fairly certain that Scar has already picked out the wine, given the sudden appearance of a wine rack in their lair.

But none of that matters right now: here, it’s late at night, Grian is fleeing a pair of heroes that have been chasing him for several blocks, and the alleyway he’s ghosted down into using an old fire escape is occupied by what has to be one of the most obnoxious men Grian has ever met in his life.

“Don’t you get cold in that get-up, bitch?” the man asks, taunting. “S’all – pink and shit. But I guess you got legs for days even if you’re tiny, so flaunt ‘em I guess.”

“Look,” Grian says, annoyed, “just get out of my way. I’ve got bigger fish to fry tonight.” The last sentence is a lie – Grian’s bigger fish is the leftover pastry from the bakery that’s sitting in the fridge back home that he really wants to snack on before bed – but the man doesn’t seem to care that Grian is basically letting him go, despite the insult right to a villain’s face. No one understands mercy these days, honestly.

“I’ll show you something bigger,” the man says, leering. “It’s not like you’re packin’ anythin’, is it, Cutegirl?”

Grian flushes with anger and mortification, and, to his fury, he feels knocked off-centre. Damn it, it’s not the first time he’s had his old call sign spoken right to his face, it’s just –

It’s just been a long day, and Grian wants to go home, because he’s tired and cold and his ribs are still throbbing from that kick one of the hero pair had landed on him and he’s just not in the mood for this.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” comes a voice from above, one that makes Grian relax instantly. An arrow flies down from the rooftop and lands in the concrete between the man’s feet, the titanium tip embedded there, a warning shot fired as he stumbles back. Scar descends to stand by Grian’s side.

“Fucking bitch,” the man snarls, too offended and overconfident to accept that discretion is sometimes the better part of valour, and that he’s really not in a situation he can push. “Bet she spreads her legs for you every night! Maybe her mouth wraps arou-”

The man staggers back one step, then a second, as an arrow suddenly sprouts from his chest. He gurgles, blood dripping down his chin.

“Whoops!” Scar says, menacingly cheerful, still aiming his bow. “My hand must have slipped.”

Something clatters down as the man scrabbles at his chest. Scar seems to take pity on him and nocks another arrow. Grian watches as this one spears through the man’s eye and right into his brain, killing him instantly. The corpse falls to the filthy ground.

“Thanks,” Grian says, swallowing. It’s not that Scar killed a man – he’s killed before, and so has Grian – it’s that… fuck, Grian doesn’t know. Just – this whole night, really; Grian just wants it to be over.

“Welcome,” Scar answers. He puts away his bow, jerking his head up to the roof. “Heroes are a bit knocked around, but they’ll be fine once their backup gets here. We should go.” He puts his hand on Grian’s. “You okay, Cuteguy?”

“Yeah,” Grian replies, following Scar out onto the street as they jog for a different alleyway. “Yeah,” he repeats, this time stronger, “I’m fine, Hotguy. Long night, is all.”

Scar and Grian shoot their grappling hooks up and begin scaling the stained brick. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes back there,” Scar says quietly. “I know you’re capable of shutting down bastards like that yourself, but – you just looked really upset.”

“Can’t believe you actually killed him,” Grian murmurs back. “We don’t really – y’know. Not outside self-defence…”

“… Ah,” Scar says, understanding lighting his eyes. “Okay, yeah, different angle. Cutie, that guy had a taser behind his back. I think he might’ve – not taken no for an answer – and your armour still needs those upgrades for resisting and grounding electric shocks.”

Grian pales. “Hasn’t there been a whole load of assaults in this area recently? It was on the news.”

“Well,” Scar says, hauling his way over the top of the roof and retrieving his grapple, “looks like there won’t be any more, will there? That guy will never lie in wait for anyone ever again.”

Grian picks up his own grapple and stares back in the direction of the corpse they left behind. “Guess not,” he says, any lingering remains of guilt dissipating like smoke on the wind. He’s a villain, for goodness sake. He’s got a moral compass, sure, but one doesn’t make it this far into either heroism or villainy without it denting a little in some places, spinning loose in others. “You said you got the heroes? Good. Then let’s go home.”

[remyisme]

Chapter 5 for my Au is out

Stopwatch au part 1: do I know you? (4137 words) by Remyisme Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Katy | FalseSymmetry, GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Angst, Amnesia, Disabled Character, Paranoia, implied child abduction, Hospital scene Series: Part 1 of Stopwatch au Summary: Five years ago one of the greatest assets to the hero team, Stopwatch, died in battle. Five years ago False got caught up in a battle between two heroes and a villain. Three months later she woke up with no memories of anything or anyone. Five years ago HotGuy was told one of his closest allies had died. He’s spent the last five years hunting her killer. Even going as far as to bring his sidekick, CuteGuy into his revenge plans. Five years later the hero team hosts a memorial for the heroes that fell during the battle. False swears she recognizes one of the heroes on stage. Scar knows he saw a dead woman at her own memorial.

last one for this part (it’s not the end, just the end of part one).

also one of my favourite things I had planned for this au.

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[remyisme]

Chapter 4 of my au is out

Stopwatch au part 1: do I know you? (3389 words) by Remyisme Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Katy | FalseSymmetry, GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Angst, Amnesia, Disabled Character, Paranoia, implied child abduction, Hospital scene Series: Part 1 of Stopwatch au Summary: Five years ago one of the greatest assets to the hero team, Stopwatch, died in battle. Five years ago False got caught up in a battle between two heroes and a villain. Three months later she woke up with no memories of anything or anyone. Five years ago HotGuy was told one of his closest allies had died. He’s spent the last five years hunting her killer. Even going as far as to bring his sidekick, CuteGuy into his revenge plans. Five years later the hero team hosts a memorial for the heroes that fell during the battle. False swears she recognizes one of the heroes on stage. Scar knows he saw a dead woman at her own memorial.

If you were here for BettleJuice Joe come and get You’re Bettlejuice Joe!

also Cleo and X make some cameos as well.

[remyisme]

Chapter three is out for part one of my au

Stopwatch au part 1: do I know you? (2275 words) by Remyisme Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Katy | FalseSymmetry, GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF), Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Angst, Amnesia, Disabled Character, Paranoia, implied child abduction, Hospital scene Series: Part 1 of Stopwatch au Summary: Five years ago one of the greatest assets to the hero team, Stopwatch, died in battle. Five years ago False got caught up in a battle between two heroes and a villain. Three months later she woke up with no memories of anything or anyone. Five years ago HotGuy was told one of his closest allies had died. He’s spent the last five years hunting her killer. Even going as far as to bring his sidekick, CuteGuy into his revenge plans. Five years later the hero team hosts a memorial for the heroes that fell during the battle. False swears she recognizes one of the heroes on stage. Scar knows he saw a dead woman at her own memorial.

Content warnings: panic attack like symptoms (skip the first part) implied child abduction (skip the second part) hospitalization (skip the last part)

there’s a summary at the end if you want to skip this one but it is a very important lore chapter so I would at least read the summary.

also first person to break the code gets a cookie (I learned it in Brownies, so it shouldn’t be too hard)