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THE ABSOLUTE SUCKAGE OF ME IS BOUNDLESS, APPARENTLY
working on the rest! hopefully they'll be out in time for the rrbz premiere on the anime this friday (ノ゜Д゜)ノ !!!!!!
HAHAHAHA. I LAUGH AT MYSELF, BECAUSE I'M FUNNY A LOT.
but okay! three more done! the holidays are good for me; i get lots of personal stuff done. personal stuff meaning NOTHING. and nothing is good for me -3-...
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cartoon_babe, who requested buttercup/butch/brick/boomer + tough love:
“So you understand I’ve got this…” Buttercup paused, twirling her hand and furrowing her brow as she searched for the right word. “…Dilemma.”
Boomer looked curious, Brick looked bored, and Butch just looked confused. “‘Dilemma?’ What are you talkin’ about?”
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, contemplating. “Ok. I’m with you, which I don’t have much of a problem with.”
Butch didn’t like that look. Too much thinking going on there. “That’s… good.”
She directed her attention at Boomer. “But you’re a lot more compliant than Butch, and I tend to like being in charge.”
Boomer shrugged, while Butch’s mouth dropped open in apoplectic shock. “WHAT?!”
“What can I say, I’m not a leader,” Boomer agreed, nodding. “A slave, on the other hand—”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’re going to stop talking right now,” Butch commanded his brother, a murderous glint in his eye.
“Yeah, see, you get really defensive, which turns me on a lot,” Buttercup observed thoughtfully.
“Excuse me!” Butch cried, indignant. “Thank you, but I think we have more important things to talk about right now, like why you are coming on to my brother?!”
Boomer raised a hand. “In her defense, I did tell her I liked her—”
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Butch interrupted.
“—And so did Brick,” Boomer finished loudly, issuing a pointed glare at the red-clad subject of discussion.
Brick shifted from one foot to the other, the same lax expression on his face, but cast his gaze on Buttercup.
Her eyes glazed over a little and she shivered. “And you…” she breathed, “You’re just hot.”
Boomer scoffed and Butch made horrific choking sounds as he goggled at Buttercup and tried to scream, “Traitor!”
The tiniest hint of a smile meandered into Brick’s expression.
“And I…” Buttercup continued, “I’d really, really, like to see you in a little less—”
“OK I’M PRETTY SURE WE ARE ALL SICK OF HEARING YOU—MY GIRLFRIEND, IF YOU’VE FORGOTTEN!!!—TALK RIGHT NOW!” Butch announced in a loud, thin voice.
“I’m not,” Boomer responded.
“Nor I,” Brick said in a dark voice, eyes never leaving Buttercup, and she shivered again.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop stripping my brother with your eyes, Buttercup,” Butch snarled, and she blinked out of her daze.
She seemed to take a moment to regain her composure, then continued. “Ahem. Right. So, my dilemma is, I kinda like all of you.”
“BUT YOU ARE WITH ME.”
“But I’m with Butch,” Buttercup sighed, making a flippant gesture with her hand.
“Thank you,” Butch muttered.
“So my solution is to have you guys fight to the death for my affection.”
This was met with a long pause, followed by another incensed “WHAT?!” from Butch.
“I mean, if you’re up for it,” she hastily added.
“The death?!” Butch clamored.
She took a moment to consider. “Maybe not to the death. Maybe until you scream mercy or something. You in particular, you’ve been screaming a lot today.”
“I think my screaming has been mostly justified,” Butch responded in a most offended tone. “And I think you’re crazy to think that we’d fight each other for youERFGH!—”
Butch was rudely interrupted by a singeing blast to his shoulder. He looked up in alarm at Brick, red steam issuing from his hand.
“You are so kidding me,” Butch said disbelievingly, just as Boomer pounced on him from behind.
They disappeared in a cloud of dust and embittered battle cries, while Buttercup floated in the air and watched with glee.
“Oh, boys! Stop, stop!” she said to no one in particular, grinning all the while.
***
forcagalli_chan, who requested boomer/bubbles + waking up:
Boomer comes to slowly, his mind barely registering the Masterpiece Theatre crap their English teacher has put on in class, and is momentarily dazed and confused by the blonde tendrils of hair feathering against his shirt. In the next moment he realizes Bubbles has fallen asleep against his chest.
He blinks in surprise and hastily looks up at the rest of the class, who seem about as into the movie as he is. Nobody, though, is looking their way, and Boomer turns his attention back down to the girl curled up along him on the class couch.
Bubbles’ hands are fisted in the fabric of his shirt, her breathing deep and her lips slightly parted. Boomer considers waking her up, but on considering that this is probably closer than he’ll ever get to her when she’s conscious, he reconsiders and lets her sleep, counting down the seconds before her eyes flutter open and her hands fly away from him as she frantically scootches back to her corner of the couch.
***
forsagibunu, who requested buttercup/butch + the arcade + ice skating = one weird first date:
“This date,” Buttercup started, “is probably the—”
“Most amazing. Most romantic. Most worthy of an after-dinner makeout session than all the others you’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing.”
“Weirdest,” Buttercup announced firmly, and punctuated it with a glare. “Most bizarre. Most… unconventional first date I’ve ever been on.” She took a moment to consider. “Not even just out of the first dates. Overall.”
Butch paused, lifting his gaze up from the ice skates he was lacing to narrow his eyes at Buttercup. “That’s a bit less positive than I’d hoped.” He motioned at her legs. “Now sit yourself down, I’ll help you lace up.”
She drew her bladed shoes away from his hand and scoffed, “I can tie my own shoes without any help, thanks.” But she didn’t object when he knelt, fitted one of her feet into the skates, and began tugging at the shoestrings.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said carefully, tightening the laces on her other skate, “I mean, the arcade trip, that wasn’t too weird, but ice skating?”
“You know how to do it,” Butch pointed out. “I’ve got enough bruises left over from our last hockey game to show, if you’d like a reminder.”
“The problem isn’t that I can’t.”
“‘Problem?’” Butch took a very offended tone and kind of meant it. “Now there’s a problem?”
“Wrong word, sorry,” Buttercup muttered apologetically. Butch, having finished with the laces, stood and helped her up. “It’s just… different. Not just as a first date, or any date, but because… I guess because I never heard of you treating girls to skating rinks before. I mean—”
And here she jerked her shoulders up in a helpless shrug. “It’s not even my scene, really. Not like the arcade.”
Butch didn’t answer. He didn’t quite know how to tell her that he didn’t want to show her ‘her scene’ or treat her to the things he’d treated other girls to before, because she wasn’t like other girls and deserved better things. Special, weird things. Like ice skating, for one.
Butch was never good with words. He could only smirk at her skeptical face and take her hand as he led her to the ice.
***
still taking requests :3 regular fic coming soon, too 0Д0!!!
HAHAHAHA. I LAUGH AT MYSELF, BECAUSE I'M FUNNY A LOT.
but okay! three more done! the holidays are good for me; i get lots of personal stuff done. personal stuff meaning NOTHING. and nothing is good for me -3-...
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cartoon_babe, who requested buttercup/butch/brick/boomer + tough love:“So you understand I’ve got this…” Buttercup paused, twirling her hand and furrowing her brow as she searched for the right word. “…Dilemma.”
Boomer looked curious, Brick looked bored, and Butch just looked confused. “‘Dilemma?’ What are you talkin’ about?”
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, contemplating. “Ok. I’m with you, which I don’t have much of a problem with.”
Butch didn’t like that look. Too much thinking going on there. “That’s… good.”
She directed her attention at Boomer. “But you’re a lot more compliant than Butch, and I tend to like being in charge.”
Boomer shrugged, while Butch’s mouth dropped open in apoplectic shock. “WHAT?!”
“What can I say, I’m not a leader,” Boomer agreed, nodding. “A slave, on the other hand—”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’re going to stop talking right now,” Butch commanded his brother, a murderous glint in his eye.
“Yeah, see, you get really defensive, which turns me on a lot,” Buttercup observed thoughtfully.
“Excuse me!” Butch cried, indignant. “Thank you, but I think we have more important things to talk about right now, like why you are coming on to my brother?!”
Boomer raised a hand. “In her defense, I did tell her I liked her—”
“I thought I told you to shut up,” Butch interrupted.
“—And so did Brick,” Boomer finished loudly, issuing a pointed glare at the red-clad subject of discussion.
Brick shifted from one foot to the other, the same lax expression on his face, but cast his gaze on Buttercup.
Her eyes glazed over a little and she shivered. “And you…” she breathed, “You’re just hot.”
Boomer scoffed and Butch made horrific choking sounds as he goggled at Buttercup and tried to scream, “Traitor!”
The tiniest hint of a smile meandered into Brick’s expression.
“And I…” Buttercup continued, “I’d really, really, like to see you in a little less—”
“OK I’M PRETTY SURE WE ARE ALL SICK OF HEARING YOU—MY GIRLFRIEND, IF YOU’VE FORGOTTEN!!!—TALK RIGHT NOW!” Butch announced in a loud, thin voice.
“I’m not,” Boomer responded.
“Nor I,” Brick said in a dark voice, eyes never leaving Buttercup, and she shivered again.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop stripping my brother with your eyes, Buttercup,” Butch snarled, and she blinked out of her daze.
She seemed to take a moment to regain her composure, then continued. “Ahem. Right. So, my dilemma is, I kinda like all of you.”
“BUT YOU ARE WITH ME.”
“But I’m with Butch,” Buttercup sighed, making a flippant gesture with her hand.
“Thank you,” Butch muttered.
“So my solution is to have you guys fight to the death for my affection.”
This was met with a long pause, followed by another incensed “WHAT?!” from Butch.
“I mean, if you’re up for it,” she hastily added.
“The death?!” Butch clamored.
She took a moment to consider. “Maybe not to the death. Maybe until you scream mercy or something. You in particular, you’ve been screaming a lot today.”
“I think my screaming has been mostly justified,” Butch responded in a most offended tone. “And I think you’re crazy to think that we’d fight each other for youERFGH!—”
Butch was rudely interrupted by a singeing blast to his shoulder. He looked up in alarm at Brick, red steam issuing from his hand.
“You are so kidding me,” Butch said disbelievingly, just as Boomer pounced on him from behind.
They disappeared in a cloud of dust and embittered battle cries, while Buttercup floated in the air and watched with glee.
“Oh, boys! Stop, stop!” she said to no one in particular, grinning all the while.
***
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cagalli_chan, who requested boomer/bubbles + waking up:Boomer comes to slowly, his mind barely registering the Masterpiece Theatre crap their English teacher has put on in class, and is momentarily dazed and confused by the blonde tendrils of hair feathering against his shirt. In the next moment he realizes Bubbles has fallen asleep against his chest.
He blinks in surprise and hastily looks up at the rest of the class, who seem about as into the movie as he is. Nobody, though, is looking their way, and Boomer turns his attention back down to the girl curled up along him on the class couch.
Bubbles’ hands are fisted in the fabric of his shirt, her breathing deep and her lips slightly parted. Boomer considers waking her up, but on considering that this is probably closer than he’ll ever get to her when she’s conscious, he reconsiders and lets her sleep, counting down the seconds before her eyes flutter open and her hands fly away from him as she frantically scootches back to her corner of the couch.
***
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sagibunu, who requested buttercup/butch + the arcade + ice skating = one weird first date:“This date,” Buttercup started, “is probably the—”
“Most amazing. Most romantic. Most worthy of an after-dinner makeout session than all the others you’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing.”
“Weirdest,” Buttercup announced firmly, and punctuated it with a glare. “Most bizarre. Most… unconventional first date I’ve ever been on.” She took a moment to consider. “Not even just out of the first dates. Overall.”
Butch paused, lifting his gaze up from the ice skates he was lacing to narrow his eyes at Buttercup. “That’s a bit less positive than I’d hoped.” He motioned at her legs. “Now sit yourself down, I’ll help you lace up.”
She drew her bladed shoes away from his hand and scoffed, “I can tie my own shoes without any help, thanks.” But she didn’t object when he knelt, fitted one of her feet into the skates, and began tugging at the shoestrings.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said carefully, tightening the laces on her other skate, “I mean, the arcade trip, that wasn’t too weird, but ice skating?”
“You know how to do it,” Butch pointed out. “I’ve got enough bruises left over from our last hockey game to show, if you’d like a reminder.”
“The problem isn’t that I can’t.”
“‘Problem?’” Butch took a very offended tone and kind of meant it. “Now there’s a problem?”
“Wrong word, sorry,” Buttercup muttered apologetically. Butch, having finished with the laces, stood and helped her up. “It’s just… different. Not just as a first date, or any date, but because… I guess because I never heard of you treating girls to skating rinks before. I mean—”
And here she jerked her shoulders up in a helpless shrug. “It’s not even my scene, really. Not like the arcade.”
Butch didn’t answer. He didn’t quite know how to tell her that he didn’t want to show her ‘her scene’ or treat her to the things he’d treated other girls to before, because she wasn’t like other girls and deserved better things. Special, weird things. Like ice skating, for one.
Butch was never good with words. He could only smirk at her skeptical face and take her hand as he led her to the ice.
***
still taking requests :3 regular fic coming soon, too 0Д0!!!
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Yes he is, Buttercup, yes he is 8D favorite line! So funny, and cleverly done, without making it seem too...sluttish, which I see too much nowadays @_@