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just three for now
three drabbles (sorry kujo! yours are coming D:) for now.
ALSO, PEOPLE. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. technically, they've been closed since christmas of last year, but since i didn't announce that the past few times i've posted i will be doing any requests i've had since, but for now i am no longer taking requests. that's not to say i won't open it up to requests again in the future :D it's been good exercise for me.
anyway, on to these next three requests!
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creamwhich, who requested butch/buttercup + chinese textbook:
“Here.”
Buttercup looked up from her Government notes and stared in surprise at the paper bouquet Butch was holding out to her.
“What’s this for?” she said, a dubious expression on her face.
“For good luck. I just took that stupid Government test this morning, and trust me, you’ll thank me for these.”
After a moment’s hesitation Buttercup reached for the flowers, resisting the inclination to sniff them. Not that boys gave her flowers all that often anyway for her to have sniffing inclinations in the first place.
“Um, thanks,” she said carefully, and shrewdly examined them. “Did… did you make these?”
He wrinkled his face. “You say that like I can’t do anything.”
“No, I just didn’t… think you were that good with your hands…” she trailed off, noting the mischievous glint that crept into his eyes.
Before he could say another word, she hastily said, “This is—the paper you used on these is kind of different. Where’d you get it?”
“Eh, off some old thing I found lying around,” Butch said flippantly.
Suddenly a shrill scream cut into the air, followed by Blossom’s voice, set to kill, shrieking, “Who did it?! Who tore apart my Chinese workbook?”
A moment of awkward silence passed between Buttercup and Butch as they stared at her paper bouquet, decorated in Blossom’s Chinese characters.
“You didn’t,” Buttercup said in a fatal tone.
“No givesies backsies,” Butch said instantly, and fled.
***
forthegreenpostit, who requested butch/buttercup + baseball:
“Swing, batter batter, swing—”
Buttercup whirled on Butch, jabbing her bat in his general direction. “Excuse me! I’m workin’ here!”
She turned back to her wide-eyed Little League team and waggled her bat at them. “Every now and again you get hecklers in the audience. And since my sister would throttle me if I told you otherwise, the best thing to do is ignore them.”
“Being responsible for once, huh? Talk about throwing a real curveball.” Butch smirked. “You kids should see the other curves she’s got—”
“Your stance is important in baseball,” Buttercup interrupted loudly, and planted her feet in the dirt. “You want to feel your weight in both feet, and bend a little at the knees—”
“I tell you kids, this girl’s good at bending—”
“Never take your eyes off the pitcher—”
“And talk about an ass that knocks it out of the park—”
Buttercup whipped up and thrust the bat at Butch again, eyes livid and twitching. “Watch your damn language, asshole!” she snapped.
With a growl, she turned back to her Little Leaguers and asked, “You guys remember what I told you about hecklers? Who can tell me?”
A few kids started to raise their hands when Butch yelled, “Forget that! How many of you would like to get to third base with her?”
“BUTCH!” she roared, flinging her bat to the ground and rolling up her sleeves.
“Watch out, Buttercup! Looks like you’ve got some takers there!’
The few kids that had raised their hands quickly withdrew them when Buttercup turned her scathing glare on them.
Unfortunately, that meant she missed the tell-tale sinister look that clouded Butch’s eyes right before he announced, “I can tell you who got there last night—”
Buttercup gaped in righteous horrification and turned bright red. The more educated of the boys turned around and commenced their snickering.
She took a deep breath and turned back to the gaggle of kids surrounding her. “You guys remember what I told you about hecklers, right?”
A healthy number of them nodded as Butch said loudly, “And assuming she doesn’t kill me, I might be lucky enough to score a home run tonight!”
The look on Buttercup’s face could’ve leveled five cities all by itself. At the same time.
“It’s good you remember, kids,” she muttered, setting her jaw. “Because I’m about to show you exactly what you shouldn’t do in this sort of situation. Repeatedly. Just so I know you get the message.”
***
for anonymous, who requested blossom/rrb + leading them on:
“She knows we’re here.”
“She does not.”
“She totally knows we’re here.”
“That’s impossible, if she knew we were out here I guarantee you the window would be shut.” After a thoughtful moment, Butch added, “Also, we’d be dead.”
“She’s gotta know we’re here,” Boomer said, at a loss. “I mean, she’s been laying like that for hours—”
“Weren’t we going to do more important things?” Brick said sourly. “Like, I dunno, rob that freakin’ bank we were talking about?”
“This was your idea,” his brothers responded simultaneously, eyes still locked on Blossom’s window, and Brick was decidedly quiet after that.
“Hey! What the hell are you kids doing in my tree?”
Butch tore an apple off a branch and hurled it with impressive force at the man who shook his fist below them. The silence that followed the loud THWACK sound was very satisfying.
The three of them turned their attention back to the house across the street, zeroing in on the top circular window at the far right. Perfectly framed in its center was Blossom, perched on the edge of her bed as she casually flipped the pages of a book that looked like her equal in body weight. One of her legs shifted against the other, disturbing the hem of her impressively short skirt, and all three boys let out a collective sigh.
Suddenly Blossom closed her book and stretched, her svelte figure forming a magnificent curved line against the sheets.
“Oh my God,” Boomer squeaked.
“I can’t breathe,” Brick gasped.
“I think I’m going to cry, it’s so beautiful,” Butch choked out through his misty eyes.
Their breathless admiration was instantly silenced when Blossom sat up and began to roll her stockings down, down, down, hitching briefly at the curves of her knees.
Without tearing his eyes away, Butch made haphazard gestures at his unresponsive brothers. “One of you needs to rip my eyes out, because the last thing I want to see for the rest of my life is that girl in as little clothing as is humanly possible.”
“If you continue to talk that way about my sister, you may get your wish sooner than you think,” Buttercup’s steely voice snarled, and before the boys could react they were knocked to the ground and surrounded by a pulsing orange light.
“Oh, fantastic,” Brick griped. “You guys and your friggin’ containment rays.”
“Trust me,” Buttercup responded darkly, tapping her gun against her thigh, “there’s plenty other things I’d rather be firing at you.”
“Geez, you did this to Mr. Smith with an apple?” Bubbles said incredulously, examining their neighbor.
“I don’t mean to stereotype here, but boys are so predictable.”
Three heads swiveled round to see Blossom (fully clothed and in jeans, much to their dismay) ambling towards them, a wry smile on her face. Though to her credit, she looked pretty good in jeans, too.
Boomer blinked. “So it was—”
“What are you doing dressed like that?” Butch looked a little put out, while Buttercup looked like she’d much rather be holding a weapon that could do actual harm to one’s body.
Brick noted the smirk on Blossom’s face and, after a moment of slow consideration, nodded appraisingly. “Clever girl.”
Blossom made a modest little shrug. “I try.”
***
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i love everyone today!
ALSO, PEOPLE. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. technically, they've been closed since christmas of last year, but since i didn't announce that the past few times i've posted i will be doing any requests i've had since, but for now i am no longer taking requests. that's not to say i won't open it up to requests again in the future :D it's been good exercise for me.
anyway, on to these next three requests!
for
creamwhich, who requested butch/buttercup + chinese textbook:“Here.”
Buttercup looked up from her Government notes and stared in surprise at the paper bouquet Butch was holding out to her.
“What’s this for?” she said, a dubious expression on her face.
“For good luck. I just took that stupid Government test this morning, and trust me, you’ll thank me for these.”
After a moment’s hesitation Buttercup reached for the flowers, resisting the inclination to sniff them. Not that boys gave her flowers all that often anyway for her to have sniffing inclinations in the first place.
“Um, thanks,” she said carefully, and shrewdly examined them. “Did… did you make these?”
He wrinkled his face. “You say that like I can’t do anything.”
“No, I just didn’t… think you were that good with your hands…” she trailed off, noting the mischievous glint that crept into his eyes.
Before he could say another word, she hastily said, “This is—the paper you used on these is kind of different. Where’d you get it?”
“Eh, off some old thing I found lying around,” Butch said flippantly.
Suddenly a shrill scream cut into the air, followed by Blossom’s voice, set to kill, shrieking, “Who did it?! Who tore apart my Chinese workbook?”
A moment of awkward silence passed between Buttercup and Butch as they stared at her paper bouquet, decorated in Blossom’s Chinese characters.
“You didn’t,” Buttercup said in a fatal tone.
“No givesies backsies,” Butch said instantly, and fled.
***
for
thegreenpostit, who requested butch/buttercup + baseball:“Swing, batter batter, swing—”
Buttercup whirled on Butch, jabbing her bat in his general direction. “Excuse me! I’m workin’ here!”
She turned back to her wide-eyed Little League team and waggled her bat at them. “Every now and again you get hecklers in the audience. And since my sister would throttle me if I told you otherwise, the best thing to do is ignore them.”
“Being responsible for once, huh? Talk about throwing a real curveball.” Butch smirked. “You kids should see the other curves she’s got—”
“Your stance is important in baseball,” Buttercup interrupted loudly, and planted her feet in the dirt. “You want to feel your weight in both feet, and bend a little at the knees—”
“I tell you kids, this girl’s good at bending—”
“Never take your eyes off the pitcher—”
“And talk about an ass that knocks it out of the park—”
Buttercup whipped up and thrust the bat at Butch again, eyes livid and twitching. “Watch your damn language, asshole!” she snapped.
With a growl, she turned back to her Little Leaguers and asked, “You guys remember what I told you about hecklers? Who can tell me?”
A few kids started to raise their hands when Butch yelled, “Forget that! How many of you would like to get to third base with her?”
“BUTCH!” she roared, flinging her bat to the ground and rolling up her sleeves.
“Watch out, Buttercup! Looks like you’ve got some takers there!’
The few kids that had raised their hands quickly withdrew them when Buttercup turned her scathing glare on them.
Unfortunately, that meant she missed the tell-tale sinister look that clouded Butch’s eyes right before he announced, “I can tell you who got there last night—”
Buttercup gaped in righteous horrification and turned bright red. The more educated of the boys turned around and commenced their snickering.
She took a deep breath and turned back to the gaggle of kids surrounding her. “You guys remember what I told you about hecklers, right?”
A healthy number of them nodded as Butch said loudly, “And assuming she doesn’t kill me, I might be lucky enough to score a home run tonight!”
The look on Buttercup’s face could’ve leveled five cities all by itself. At the same time.
“It’s good you remember, kids,” she muttered, setting her jaw. “Because I’m about to show you exactly what you shouldn’t do in this sort of situation. Repeatedly. Just so I know you get the message.”
***
for anonymous, who requested blossom/rrb + leading them on:
“She knows we’re here.”
“She does not.”
“She totally knows we’re here.”
“That’s impossible, if she knew we were out here I guarantee you the window would be shut.” After a thoughtful moment, Butch added, “Also, we’d be dead.”
“She’s gotta know we’re here,” Boomer said, at a loss. “I mean, she’s been laying like that for hours—”
“Weren’t we going to do more important things?” Brick said sourly. “Like, I dunno, rob that freakin’ bank we were talking about?”
“This was your idea,” his brothers responded simultaneously, eyes still locked on Blossom’s window, and Brick was decidedly quiet after that.
“Hey! What the hell are you kids doing in my tree?”
Butch tore an apple off a branch and hurled it with impressive force at the man who shook his fist below them. The silence that followed the loud THWACK sound was very satisfying.
The three of them turned their attention back to the house across the street, zeroing in on the top circular window at the far right. Perfectly framed in its center was Blossom, perched on the edge of her bed as she casually flipped the pages of a book that looked like her equal in body weight. One of her legs shifted against the other, disturbing the hem of her impressively short skirt, and all three boys let out a collective sigh.
Suddenly Blossom closed her book and stretched, her svelte figure forming a magnificent curved line against the sheets.
“Oh my God,” Boomer squeaked.
“I can’t breathe,” Brick gasped.
“I think I’m going to cry, it’s so beautiful,” Butch choked out through his misty eyes.
Their breathless admiration was instantly silenced when Blossom sat up and began to roll her stockings down, down, down, hitching briefly at the curves of her knees.
Without tearing his eyes away, Butch made haphazard gestures at his unresponsive brothers. “One of you needs to rip my eyes out, because the last thing I want to see for the rest of my life is that girl in as little clothing as is humanly possible.”
“If you continue to talk that way about my sister, you may get your wish sooner than you think,” Buttercup’s steely voice snarled, and before the boys could react they were knocked to the ground and surrounded by a pulsing orange light.
“Oh, fantastic,” Brick griped. “You guys and your friggin’ containment rays.”
“Trust me,” Buttercup responded darkly, tapping her gun against her thigh, “there’s plenty other things I’d rather be firing at you.”
“Geez, you did this to Mr. Smith with an apple?” Bubbles said incredulously, examining their neighbor.
“I don’t mean to stereotype here, but boys are so predictable.”
Three heads swiveled round to see Blossom (fully clothed and in jeans, much to their dismay) ambling towards them, a wry smile on her face. Though to her credit, she looked pretty good in jeans, too.
Boomer blinked. “So it was—”
“What are you doing dressed like that?” Butch looked a little put out, while Buttercup looked like she’d much rather be holding a weapon that could do actual harm to one’s body.
Brick noted the smirk on Blossom’s face and, after a moment of slow consideration, nodded appraisingly. “Clever girl.”
Blossom made a modest little shrug. “I try.”
***
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