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BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RB!!! To celebrate, I am sharing a sfw preview of a nsfw fic being penned in rb's honor about everyone's favorite green ship đđ
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âHere.â She tosses Butch a spare towel, straight from the box conveniently marked Towels. âYou wanna brush your teeth, too? I donât have a spare toothbrush, so just use mine.â
âUh oh.â His eyes glitter, but heâs busy looking at the towel and not her. âYou sure you want my mouth germs on your mouth germs?â
âWhat, have you been jumping in dumpsters and licking toilets? Itâs fine.â She leads him down her hallway, which is laughable seeing as itâs only two feet long. At least the boxes in here were cleared. Nice to have friends to help unpack; they got through a lot of stuff last night. âIf you just toss your clothes out in the hall Iâll throw them in the wash.â She deliberately avoids mentioning that it is very unlikely the load will be done before he is out of the shower. It took a lot of cajoling to keep him from running back to Mojoâs for a change of clothes, and sheâs not sure what to do if he wants something to wear. All her stuff is in the wash, too, and he wouldnât fit in much of what she has, besides.
âSo you just gonna let me wander naked around your apartment?â
She tosses her head at him without looking. âI gave you a towel, didnât I?â She hesitates, then says, âSorry for making you do that.â
âYou didnât make me,â he says, and she looks at him. He adopts a thoughtful, pensive look, too exaggerated to be genuine, and chirps, âAlthough, to be fair, if I gotta be naked, you should be naked tooââ
âUgh.â She smacks his shoulder, pushes him into her bathroom, and shuts the door.
Soon enough she hears the shower sputter to life behind it and she backs away. After a moment it opens, just barely, and his hand slips through the crack and deposits the clothes he was wearing when he went dumpster diving. Then the door closes and she collects the pile and adds it to the washer, twisting the dial to start it up.
The apartment isnât huge by any stretch, but it feels bigger and emptier without four extra people taking up space. Last night was like old times, like high school, with everyone back in town. Buttercup having a fresh first apartment to move into gave them an easy reason to gather. The Professor had driven the truck over and the gang had helped her chuck all the boxes into her new digs, did some cleaning, then stuck around to catch up on everything that had happened in the past few months.
Mitch is in town to visit his mom for a bit, back after moving up near his dad. Harry and Lloyd are back from out of stateâsame coast, different campuses. Floydâs working at a coffeehouse that lets him play guitar at their Open Mic night every couple of weeks; Buttercup and Butch, still in Townsville themselves, have gone every time. Buttercupâs taking a year off and Butch is just around, being Butch.
Floydâs still in town, but really, Butch is the only friend sheâs been hanging with for a while now in the months since graduating Townsville High, both of them effortlessly filling all the space the others have vacated as everyone moves into the next stage of their lives. After her family, he was the first person she texted after she got the apartment. Heâs helped pick out half of her furniture. And when all the other guys have to go, heâs still here.
Buttercup floats back to the bathroom door and hovers. She means to continue unpacking. There are tables and shelves to assemble and she needs to get her mattress off the floor and into the cheap metal bedframe it came with. Instead she hovers just outside her bathroom door as Butch showers, thinking about how she carried him to that bed last night after he crashed around four in the morning.
Nothing happened. She didnât actually do anything besides doze off next to him. Not that she hasnât been hoping for something else for God knows how long now. Last night the rest of the guys had conked out in the living room, claiming various spots on the floor and sofa. So it had seemed like an easy thing to explain if he woke upâheâd fallen asleep, there was no more room on the sofa and all the extra cushions were already being slept on, and her mattress had plenty of space for two. So she put him in her new bed and then spent most of the time laying next to him and agonizing.
At one point it felt like his hand had brushed her hair as she laid with her back to him, but she hadnât turned to confirm it. Sheâd just pretended to be asleep and hoped he might do it again.
The memory of her cowardice now repulses her. She lowers herself to the ground and thinks about what to do when heâs finished with his shower.
Be brave, she thinks, and, before she can talk herself out of it, shucks her shirt. She tosses it through her open bedroom door, then undoes her pants and kicks those off. She thinks about taking off her sports bra, but somehow that seems a little too forward, and then the shower faucet is dying and she decides to just stop where she is because her brain is suddenly panicking as she blushes, feeling heat all the way down. For the first time in her life she wishes she had sexier underwear. God, sheâs terrible at this.
After a minute the doorknob turns and sends her heart rate spiking. She steels herself, but heâs only cracked the door open to let the steam disperse. He did it without looking, without seeing her. Through the sliver of space open to her she can see his back. The towel is wrapped around his waist.
Itâs almost like a test, a real test of courage. Buttercup swallows her heart as she stands in her underwear and waits for Butch to appear, unable to think about the possibility of him recoiling, of a rejection. She thinks maybe she should get her shit together and put her clothes back on. But then she hears him brushing his teeth and thinks about how thatâs her toothbrush in his mouth and she canât move. Aside from the Professor, the boy on the other side of the door has been the only constant in her life since she graduated. With her sisters and their friends all off at college or doing their own things, thereâs been nothing left for her and Butch to do except grow closer.
She thinks about her empty bed that he slept in last night, her bedroom with a door that locks, her apartment on the fourth floorâtopmost for this building. She thinks about how since graduation they havenât gone more than two days without seeing each other, without hanging out. He couldâve gone home when the rest of the guys did this morning. He couldâve left and said he needed sleep. But heâs here. Heâs here, and heâs with her, instead of anywhere else.
Be brave.
He spits, then rinses his mouth. She turns and gently braces either hand against the door frame, agonizing, agonizing.
âSo what am I supposed to do forââ He swings open the door and freezes. Buttercup meets his eyes and swallows, feeling every spot of her skin glowing, knowing how much he can see. His shocked gaze drops, then rockets back up to hers before going down and up again. This time when his eyes meet hers they hold, and she sees him swallow.
The apartment is so quiet when itâs empty, when itâs just the two of them. Not just the apartment. The city, the world. Everything goes quiet when Buttercup looks at Butch.
âButtercup?â A tiny voice, a whisper, a question. Up this close he smells like her toothpaste, like her soap and shampoo. He's here in her apartment. He slept in her bed last night and she agonized, the whole time, about his hand in her hair and how she had hoped he might stir awake when she first put him in bed. How she had locked her door, just in case. Just in case.
All night she had wanted to be tempted, had wanted an excuse.
âYeah?â she says, and reaches for his stomach. He doesnât retreat when her hand meets his abs, doesnât flinch back as it skims across his torso and drifts to the edge of his towel. Which is really her towel. Because everything in this apartment is hers.
She looks up at him, at his wide eyes and disbelieving expression.
Everything.
Buttercupâs fingers slip between the towel and Butchâs hip as she draws close to him, closing her eyes.
Mine.
Her lips meet his as she tugs, and then the towel hits the floor as she kisses him.
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If you read this much and enjoyed it you are obligated to go wish rb a happy birthday rn!!!
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âHere.â She tosses Butch a spare towel, straight from the box conveniently marked Towels. âYou wanna brush your teeth, too? I donât have a spare toothbrush, so just use mine.â
âUh oh.â His eyes glitter, but heâs busy looking at the towel and not her. âYou sure you want my mouth germs on your mouth germs?â
âWhat, have you been jumping in dumpsters and licking toilets? Itâs fine.â She leads him down her hallway, which is laughable seeing as itâs only two feet long. At least the boxes in here were cleared. Nice to have friends to help unpack; they got through a lot of stuff last night. âIf you just toss your clothes out in the hall Iâll throw them in the wash.â She deliberately avoids mentioning that it is very unlikely the load will be done before he is out of the shower. It took a lot of cajoling to keep him from running back to Mojoâs for a change of clothes, and sheâs not sure what to do if he wants something to wear. All her stuff is in the wash, too, and he wouldnât fit in much of what she has, besides.
âSo you just gonna let me wander naked around your apartment?â
She tosses her head at him without looking. âI gave you a towel, didnât I?â She hesitates, then says, âSorry for making you do that.â
âYou didnât make me,â he says, and she looks at him. He adopts a thoughtful, pensive look, too exaggerated to be genuine, and chirps, âAlthough, to be fair, if I gotta be naked, you should be naked tooââ
âUgh.â She smacks his shoulder, pushes him into her bathroom, and shuts the door.
Soon enough she hears the shower sputter to life behind it and she backs away. After a moment it opens, just barely, and his hand slips through the crack and deposits the clothes he was wearing when he went dumpster diving. Then the door closes and she collects the pile and adds it to the washer, twisting the dial to start it up.
The apartment isnât huge by any stretch, but it feels bigger and emptier without four extra people taking up space. Last night was like old times, like high school, with everyone back in town. Buttercup having a fresh first apartment to move into gave them an easy reason to gather. The Professor had driven the truck over and the gang had helped her chuck all the boxes into her new digs, did some cleaning, then stuck around to catch up on everything that had happened in the past few months.
Mitch is in town to visit his mom for a bit, back after moving up near his dad. Harry and Lloyd are back from out of stateâsame coast, different campuses. Floydâs working at a coffeehouse that lets him play guitar at their Open Mic night every couple of weeks; Buttercup and Butch, still in Townsville themselves, have gone every time. Buttercupâs taking a year off and Butch is just around, being Butch.
Floydâs still in town, but really, Butch is the only friend sheâs been hanging with for a while now in the months since graduating Townsville High, both of them effortlessly filling all the space the others have vacated as everyone moves into the next stage of their lives. After her family, he was the first person she texted after she got the apartment. Heâs helped pick out half of her furniture. And when all the other guys have to go, heâs still here.
Buttercup floats back to the bathroom door and hovers. She means to continue unpacking. There are tables and shelves to assemble and she needs to get her mattress off the floor and into the cheap metal bedframe it came with. Instead she hovers just outside her bathroom door as Butch showers, thinking about how she carried him to that bed last night after he crashed around four in the morning.
Nothing happened. She didnât actually do anything besides doze off next to him. Not that she hasnât been hoping for something else for God knows how long now. Last night the rest of the guys had conked out in the living room, claiming various spots on the floor and sofa. So it had seemed like an easy thing to explain if he woke upâheâd fallen asleep, there was no more room on the sofa and all the extra cushions were already being slept on, and her mattress had plenty of space for two. So she put him in her new bed and then spent most of the time laying next to him and agonizing.
At one point it felt like his hand had brushed her hair as she laid with her back to him, but she hadnât turned to confirm it. Sheâd just pretended to be asleep and hoped he might do it again.
The memory of her cowardice now repulses her. She lowers herself to the ground and thinks about what to do when heâs finished with his shower.
Be brave, she thinks, and, before she can talk herself out of it, shucks her shirt. She tosses it through her open bedroom door, then undoes her pants and kicks those off. She thinks about taking off her sports bra, but somehow that seems a little too forward, and then the shower faucet is dying and she decides to just stop where she is because her brain is suddenly panicking as she blushes, feeling heat all the way down. For the first time in her life she wishes she had sexier underwear. God, sheâs terrible at this.
After a minute the doorknob turns and sends her heart rate spiking. She steels herself, but heâs only cracked the door open to let the steam disperse. He did it without looking, without seeing her. Through the sliver of space open to her she can see his back. The towel is wrapped around his waist.
Itâs almost like a test, a real test of courage. Buttercup swallows her heart as she stands in her underwear and waits for Butch to appear, unable to think about the possibility of him recoiling, of a rejection. She thinks maybe she should get her shit together and put her clothes back on. But then she hears him brushing his teeth and thinks about how thatâs her toothbrush in his mouth and she canât move. Aside from the Professor, the boy on the other side of the door has been the only constant in her life since she graduated. With her sisters and their friends all off at college or doing their own things, thereâs been nothing left for her and Butch to do except grow closer.
She thinks about her empty bed that he slept in last night, her bedroom with a door that locks, her apartment on the fourth floorâtopmost for this building. She thinks about how since graduation they havenât gone more than two days without seeing each other, without hanging out. He couldâve gone home when the rest of the guys did this morning. He couldâve left and said he needed sleep. But heâs here. Heâs here, and heâs with her, instead of anywhere else.
Be brave.
He spits, then rinses his mouth. She turns and gently braces either hand against the door frame, agonizing, agonizing.
âSo what am I supposed to do forââ He swings open the door and freezes. Buttercup meets his eyes and swallows, feeling every spot of her skin glowing, knowing how much he can see. His shocked gaze drops, then rockets back up to hers before going down and up again. This time when his eyes meet hers they hold, and she sees him swallow.
The apartment is so quiet when itâs empty, when itâs just the two of them. Not just the apartment. The city, the world. Everything goes quiet when Buttercup looks at Butch.
âButtercup?â A tiny voice, a whisper, a question. Up this close he smells like her toothpaste, like her soap and shampoo. He's here in her apartment. He slept in her bed last night and she agonized, the whole time, about his hand in her hair and how she had hoped he might stir awake when she first put him in bed. How she had locked her door, just in case. Just in case.
All night she had wanted to be tempted, had wanted an excuse.
âYeah?â she says, and reaches for his stomach. He doesnât retreat when her hand meets his abs, doesnât flinch back as it skims across his torso and drifts to the edge of his towel. Which is really her towel. Because everything in this apartment is hers.
She looks up at him, at his wide eyes and disbelieving expression.
Everything.
Buttercupâs fingers slip between the towel and Butchâs hip as she draws close to him, closing her eyes.
Mine.
Her lips meet his as she tugs, and then the towel hits the floor as she kisses him.
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If you read this much and enjoyed it you are obligated to go wish rb a happy birthday rn!!!
JOYOUS (late) BIRTH MISS BALLZ