MY FIRST BLAZE AND THE MONSTER MACHINES STORY! HELP ME, I'M OBSSESSED!

Also, here, AJ and Gabby are like... 13? It's been 5 years since Blaze and AJ became racers. Just to note out, you know.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE STORY! ENJOY!

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Crusher woke up with a yawn as he got up and drove his way out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

"Good morning, Crusher!" Pickle greeted as he set two plates of waffles down on the table.

"Good morning..." Crusher smiled and drove over to peck the green truck on the head. "You're up early,"

"Went to check the fridge for food, and wouldn't you know it? We're out of food!" Pickle laughed. "We're gonna have to go shopping before heading to the Monster Dome for the race!"

"Need me to make a list?"

"Nah, I've already made it!" Pickle took out a long list from behind the kitchen counter. "It's a long, LONG list,"

"At least we have a list," Crusher chuckled. "You do remember our excuse whenever someone sees us shopping together, right?"

"Sure do!" Pickle nodded. "I'm helping my best friend with shopping!"

"Great!" Crusher grinned and ate up his stack of waffles.

Pickle's smile slightly faltered as he set his cooking apron on the counter. He then turned back to the dark blue truck before sighing. Crusher was mid-way on eating his second waffle when he heard his sigh.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing! It's just..." Pickle fiddled with his tires before letting out another sigh. "Are you SURE that we can't tell anyone else about our relationship?"

"Pickle, we went over this," Crusher frowned. "Not everyone in Axel City likes homosexual stuff,"

"What about our racer friends?"

"YOUR racer friends," Crusher corrected. "And yes, same thing,"

"Aw, I'm sure that there are trucks out there who would accept us... like your Grammy and my family!" Pickle exclaimed.

"Pickle..." Crusher sighed and moved over to the other, a tire around the green truck. "I love your enthusiasm, really, I do, but... we can't always be sure. It's... It's hard to trust other trucks, these days. Remember what happened when I introduced you to my parents,"

Pickle shuddered. "That was... an awful experience,"

"The way they embarrassed you was definitely an awful experience," Crusher nodded in agreement. "And that's why I'm worried,"

"Okay, okay, Crusher," Pickle smiled and patted the other's free tire reassuringly. "I get it. I won't bring it up again,"

"Thank you," Crusher returned the smile. "Now, let's finish breakfast before heading out to shop, okay?"

"You got it!" Pickle grinned.

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"So... we need a loaf of bread and five more watermelons!" Pickle announced as he read the list.

"Five watermelons?!" Crusher stared at his secret boyfriend in disbelief. "What for?!"

"For fruit juggling!" Pickle then proceeded to juggle the fruits from the cart.

"Woah!" Crusher yelped as the fruits were tossed into the air and landed on his head. "Argh... you're so lucky that I love you..."

Suddenly, a familiar horn echoed through the supermarket. Both trucks turned to see a familiar red truck race over to them.

"Hey, Pickle! Hey Crusher!"

"Oh, hi, Blaze!" Pickle greeted with a wave.

"Blaze. AJ." Crusher grumbled, glaring at his rival. "What are you two doing in the supermarket?"

"Shopping for food," AJ replied from the driver seat.

"What a coincidence! We were just doing the same thing!" Pickle laughed.

"Out of food too? Wow!" Blaze grinned then he turned to his rival. "Anyway, good luck on the race later today, Crusher!"

"Pshh, I don't NEED luck," Crusher huffed. "I KNOW that I'll win,"

"Whatever you say," Blaze shrugged then he and AJ went off.

"Well, at least they weren't suspicious," Pickle pointed out.

"Thank goodness, they weren't," Crusher sighed in relief. "I bet they thought we were just roommates... like them,"

"Crusher..." Pickle turned to him. "I know I shouldn't because we both already know why we're hiding, but I feel guilty,"

"I know, I know, Pickle," Crusher patted the other comfortingly. "As much as I'd like to, I just... don't feel like we should. Hard to trust anyone and everyone... especially when everyone hates me,"

"Aw, Crusher..." Pickle frowned. "I don't hate you,"

"And I'm so lucky that you don't," Crusher smiled.

Pickle's eyes lit up, cheeks flushing. Crusher blinked at him strangely.

"W-What is it?"

"I... Your smile's just so... amazing," Pickle gave the dark blue truck a dazed smile. "It's just... so rare that whenever you laugh or smile, it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside,"

"R-Really?" Now it was Crusher's turn to blush as he spoke low for no one to hear. "T-Thanks, Pickle. I love you,"

"I love you too,"

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"AAAAAND THE WINNERS ARE... BLAZE AND AJ!"

The crowd cheered as Blaze and AJ got the trophy, waving their fans. Their friends surrounded them, congratulating them happily. Only Pickle didn't go to him. Instead, he drove towards his secret lover.

"Aw, sorry you lost the race, Crusher," he told him sympathetically.

"I REALLY wanted to win..." Crusher whined, but it didn't sound as babyish as it had been years ago. "And those were my best cheats too,"

"Maybe you'll win next race!" Pickle grinned as they turned to drive away from the crowd of racers. "Or the race after that! Or the race after that! Or the-"

"Okay, I get it, Pickle. I get it," Crusher rolled his eyes with a grin as he made his way out of the Monster Dome with his secret boyfriend.

They made their way through the city and to an ice cream parlor. Crusher got a vanilla and chocolate sundae with sprinkles and a cherry on top while Pickle got a banana split with the flavors mango, strawberry and vanilla, each with a cherry on top.

"This banana split is SO good!" Pickle licked his lips and used his spoon to take another bite.

"This ice cream idea after every losing race is actually a good idea, Pickle," Crusher happily said as he ate his sundae. "It's a win-win!"

"How?" Pickle asked through bites and bites of banana.

"I get to eat some DELICIOUS ice cream, AND we can go on a date without rousing suspicion," Crusher grinned.

"Oh! That's great!" Pickle laughed. "I love our ice cream dates!"

"Me too!" Crusher smiled, but it quickly faltered when he spotted familiar monster machines at the door. "Oh no, company, 8 o'clock!"

Pickle turned and gave the other a brief nod before waving at the group. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Pickle! Hey, Crusher!" Blaze greeted as he and the others took their places near the counter.

"You guys are here for ice cream too?" AJ asked, getting off the driver's seat with his helmet off, which showed off his lock of brown hair.

"Uh-huh!" Pickle nodded with a smile. "I took Crusher to get some ice cream for him to feel better from the race!"

"It was working GREAT until you guys came in," Crusher grumbled.

"We came to have some celebratory ice cream!" Stripes exclaimed. "In celebration for Blaze's victory!"

"Yay! Ice Cream!" Darington cried out, licking his lips.

"Zeg LOVE Ice Cream!" Zeg beamed.

"Well, who doesn't?" Starla grinned, which caused Watts and Gabby to hum and nod in agreement.

Crusher sighed and grabbed his sundae before rolling out. Pickle turned to give the group a quick goodbye then he grabbed the container of his banana split and drove out too. He soon caught up to the dark blue truck.

"Hey," he managed to drive beside him, nudging a tire to the other. "You okay?"

"M'fine," Crusher offered him a small smile. "Just... crowded, that's all,"

Pickle knew that there was more to it than that, but he nodded and took in the excuse as they drove back to their home. They had finished their ice cream by the time they actually got home. They washed the containers to return to the ice cream parlor the next day then they made their way to fix up some dinner.

While eating, Crusher was staring at his secret lover, mind buzzing with questions and insecurities. Pickle ignored his eyes until he realized that the dark blue truck was barely eating at all. He sighed and set down his spoon before looking up.

"Something wrong, sweetie?"

Crusher snapped out from his trance, a blush appearing on his face in reaction to the pet name before shrugging. "Just... thinking,"

"About what?"

"About... you," Crusher sighed and set down his spoon. "About me. About... us,"

"What about it?" Pickle tilted his head, already knowing where the conversation was heading off to.

"Pickle... you're a really great guy. You're amazing, you're wonderful, with the best family and the best of friends that anyone and everyone could ever ask for," Crusher then looked away. "And then... there's me. Rude, a cheater, so obsessed with winning, so full of himself... why do you bother to stick around with me when you deserve someone better?"

Yep, Pickle has definitely hear of those before. It wasn't their first conversation about this, it was a talk that came about every... two weeks? Every failed races? Since their relationship started, they started to have those conversations, and Crusher privately brought himself down while publicly bringing himself up, thinking Pickle wouldn't notice.

But of course, it was too obvious to ignore when the green truck practically lives and sleeps with the dark blue one.

"Crusher, we've been over this, every night you lose a race," Pickle shook his head. "Is it because of Blaze and the others?"

"I mean... you could be going out with them and hanging out with them," Crusher still didn't look at him. "You and Blaze are the best of friends, yet... you stick by me when you deserve better,"

"What could be better than you?" Pickle moved over and placed a tire on the other's cheek gently. "I stuck by you before because you were my best friend. I stick by you now because I love you. Sure, there are times that you take things too far, and I don't like how you cheat too much, but if that's who you are then I accept you, especially since I know the environment and family that you grew up in,"

"You... accept me?" Crusher finally looked up at him. "Are you sure? This isn't... This isn't fake?"

"Nope!" Pickle pressed his lips against the dark blue truck. "I love you for who you are, Crusher. Now and forever,"

Crusher blinked at him before smiling, which made Pickle's stomach flip happily. "Thank you, honey," He then moved closer and squeezed the green truck into a big hug, pecking him on the cheek. "I love you too,"