I swear I don't mean for all the Greens ficlets to keep getting posted first
But the Reds ones keep getting revisited and reworked or straight-up disappearing when I call upon them to show up and as for the Boomer one... well, I gotta get that one right for Philly's sake.
I managed to wrestle the fluff out, but let it be known, this is what I was struggling with last night -
Me: Fluff! We are here to write fluff!
Brain: Fluff! Okay! I can do that!
Brain: *blood*
Brain: *injuries*
Brain: *ANGST*
Me: This... is not fluff.
Brain: ... Not fluff?
Me: This is not fluff, we must start over.
Brain: *p...porn?*
Me: NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Alright well with that backstory out of the way, for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blue_aurora who requested TEF!Greens fluff. In truth, this is not truly TEF!Greens - I wanted to avoid writing them as teens again, so I decided to tackle an adult version of what could be considered their TEF!versions.
Celestial Navigation
***
“I thought I heard something up here.”
Butch blinked his eyes open, his vision fuzzing briefly before pulling Buttercup into focus. He grinned and managed, “Hey.” Then, after a moment, “Cute apron. Is that an order?”
“Shut up,” she said, the Kiss the Cook message emblazoned across it warping as she leaned in to inspect his injuries. He shifted, loosening a few shingles. “You’re fucking up my roof.”
He responded by picking up a shingle and tossing it onto the ground. “Oops.”
“Asshole. What happened to you? Or who?”
“Jealous?” He brushed a hand along the bruises on his face for emphasis, suppressing a wince.
She groaned and stood up, her silhouette striking a pretty chord against the sunset. “My family’s here.”
“For dinner? Yeah, I saw their cars in the driveway.”
“I can’t bring you in.”
He suppressed another wince. “Wasn’t planning on coming in.”
She stared a second, then sighed. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He shifted his legs; he couldn’t find a position that felt comfortable. “The X can handle it.”
“Seriously, what happened?”
“Go take care of your family.”
She stared a while longer. Butch closed his eyes. By the time he opened them again, she’d disappeared.
***
The next time he opened his eyes night had finished claiming the world and stars had been poured across the sky.
“Can’t believe you fell asleep up here.”
He looked to his right side, where Buttercup sat, carving chunks out of a peeled apple. She speared one with her paring knife and held it out to him; he grabbed it with his mouth.
“Fank you.”
“There’s dinner inside if you’re hungry.”
“What about your family?”
“They’re gone. It’s late.” She offered him another chunk. He took this one, too. “Why’d you come here?”
He swallowed and looked at her, moonlight outlining the profile of her face. “I like it here.”
“So why didn’t you come inside?”
“I told you, I saw their cars in the driveway.”
She scoffed and tossed him the last bit of apple. It bounced off his cheek and rolled down the roof.
“Shit aim.”
“Shit catch.” She tossed the apple core into her neighbor’s yard and lifted herself off the rooftop to float over him. “Let me see your face.”
It didn’t feel nearly as sore as it had earlier. He figured the bruises had to have faded by now. Even so, she straddled his stomach and let her hands ghost along his face, leaving his skin blazing in her wake.
“Come here,” he said, his hands inching up her thighs.
“Not now,” she said, but with a quiet affection that struck like a match in his chest.
“Please?” he whispered, and she paused, her eyes pulling to his.
She suddenly leaned in, and he closed his eyes and tilted his chin up to meet her open mouth with his. They kissed until he reached for the waist of her pants and she pushed herself off to lay next to him.
“We’re not fucking on my roof,” she said, a little breathless.
He curled into her side, his cheek settling on her shoulder. “We should put it to a vote.”
“House wins,” she said, and pulled him closer. “I told Bubbles.”
A little shot of something he couldn’t place ricocheted into him.
“But just Bubbles for now. I gotta… work up to the others.”
“You didn’t have to,” he said, his arm crawling along her midsection.
She stayed quiet.
“Did she get you the apron?”
Buttercup laughed. “How’d you guess?”
Quiet settled into the space surrounding them. They shifted closer, so it couldn’t squeeze into the spaces in between.
“I like it here,” he murmured, hypnotized by how his voice seemed to reverberate in her chest.
She brushed her lips against his forehead. “If you like it so much, you should move in.”
Another shot, right through him. He blinked in disbelief, his arms tightening involuntarily around her.
Her cell buzzed and they both jerked their heads toward it. Not its usual ring.
“Fucking hell,” he said, and pulled away so she could check it.
She swore under her breath. “Yeah, it’s my zone. I gotta go.” She floated up, dusting off her pants. “Hey. Go inside and eat your dinner. You need something in you.”
“You need something in you.”
“You’re a fucking riot. Go get cleaned up and eat and we’ll talk about it.”
“Ooh, sexy.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. Fuck, she was adorable. How could an adult woman be so fucking adorable?
Butch wanted to tell her so, but she took off before he could. He watched her sail away, one green star glittering. He sat up and crooked his arms across his knees as he waited for her to come home.
***
Thank you for your patience. ♥
I managed to wrestle the fluff out, but let it be known, this is what I was struggling with last night -
Me: Fluff! We are here to write fluff!
Brain: Fluff! Okay! I can do that!
Brain: *blood*
Brain: *injuries*
Brain: *ANGST*
Me: This... is not fluff.
Brain: ... Not fluff?
Me: This is not fluff, we must start over.
Brain: *p...porn?*
Me: NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING
Alright well with that backstory out of the way, for
blue_aurora who requested TEF!Greens fluff. In truth, this is not truly TEF!Greens - I wanted to avoid writing them as teens again, so I decided to tackle an adult version of what could be considered their TEF!versions.Celestial Navigation
***
“I thought I heard something up here.”
Butch blinked his eyes open, his vision fuzzing briefly before pulling Buttercup into focus. He grinned and managed, “Hey.” Then, after a moment, “Cute apron. Is that an order?”
“Shut up,” she said, the Kiss the Cook message emblazoned across it warping as she leaned in to inspect his injuries. He shifted, loosening a few shingles. “You’re fucking up my roof.”
He responded by picking up a shingle and tossing it onto the ground. “Oops.”
“Asshole. What happened to you? Or who?”
“Jealous?” He brushed a hand along the bruises on his face for emphasis, suppressing a wince.
She groaned and stood up, her silhouette striking a pretty chord against the sunset. “My family’s here.”
“For dinner? Yeah, I saw their cars in the driveway.”
“I can’t bring you in.”
He suppressed another wince. “Wasn’t planning on coming in.”
She stared a second, then sighed. “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He shifted his legs; he couldn’t find a position that felt comfortable. “The X can handle it.”
“Seriously, what happened?”
“Go take care of your family.”
She stared a while longer. Butch closed his eyes. By the time he opened them again, she’d disappeared.
***
The next time he opened his eyes night had finished claiming the world and stars had been poured across the sky.
“Can’t believe you fell asleep up here.”
He looked to his right side, where Buttercup sat, carving chunks out of a peeled apple. She speared one with her paring knife and held it out to him; he grabbed it with his mouth.
“Fank you.”
“There’s dinner inside if you’re hungry.”
“What about your family?”
“They’re gone. It’s late.” She offered him another chunk. He took this one, too. “Why’d you come here?”
He swallowed and looked at her, moonlight outlining the profile of her face. “I like it here.”
“So why didn’t you come inside?”
“I told you, I saw their cars in the driveway.”
She scoffed and tossed him the last bit of apple. It bounced off his cheek and rolled down the roof.
“Shit aim.”
“Shit catch.” She tossed the apple core into her neighbor’s yard and lifted herself off the rooftop to float over him. “Let me see your face.”
It didn’t feel nearly as sore as it had earlier. He figured the bruises had to have faded by now. Even so, she straddled his stomach and let her hands ghost along his face, leaving his skin blazing in her wake.
“Come here,” he said, his hands inching up her thighs.
“Not now,” she said, but with a quiet affection that struck like a match in his chest.
“Please?” he whispered, and she paused, her eyes pulling to his.
She suddenly leaned in, and he closed his eyes and tilted his chin up to meet her open mouth with his. They kissed until he reached for the waist of her pants and she pushed herself off to lay next to him.
“We’re not fucking on my roof,” she said, a little breathless.
He curled into her side, his cheek settling on her shoulder. “We should put it to a vote.”
“House wins,” she said, and pulled him closer. “I told Bubbles.”
A little shot of something he couldn’t place ricocheted into him.
“But just Bubbles for now. I gotta… work up to the others.”
“You didn’t have to,” he said, his arm crawling along her midsection.
She stayed quiet.
“Did she get you the apron?”
Buttercup laughed. “How’d you guess?”
Quiet settled into the space surrounding them. They shifted closer, so it couldn’t squeeze into the spaces in between.
“I like it here,” he murmured, hypnotized by how his voice seemed to reverberate in her chest.
She brushed her lips against his forehead. “If you like it so much, you should move in.”
Another shot, right through him. He blinked in disbelief, his arms tightening involuntarily around her.
Her cell buzzed and they both jerked their heads toward it. Not its usual ring.
“Fucking hell,” he said, and pulled away so she could check it.
She swore under her breath. “Yeah, it’s my zone. I gotta go.” She floated up, dusting off her pants. “Hey. Go inside and eat your dinner. You need something in you.”
“You need something in you.”
“You’re a fucking riot. Go get cleaned up and eat and we’ll talk about it.”
“Ooh, sexy.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. Fuck, she was adorable. How could an adult woman be so fucking adorable?
Butch wanted to tell her so, but she took off before he could. He watched her sail away, one green star glittering. He sat up and crooked his arms across his knees as he waited for her to come home.
***
Thank you for your patience. ♥
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