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I wrote this greens fic back in February I think for one of the saftey prompts but for the life of me I can’t find the ask. If I do I’ll link it to this one later. Also, please mind the formatting I’m unfortunately posting on mobile 😅
✨Never Again✨
The change in Buttercup wasn’t super obvious at first. When she came home her answers to his questions were a bit shorter than usual and maybe she wasn’t as touchy as she used to be but honestly there could have been a million reasons why. Butch just chalks it all up to work being stressful and then it was getting close to her cycle as well. Not to mention she’d gotten into another fight with her pink eyed sister recently and that always tended to put her in a sour mood for a few days. He should have seen it coming much sooner. He knows her better than anyone. How could he ever have let this happen to her?
“You should have told me this was going on. I would have put a stop to it as soon as I heard about it!”
The nurse checking his girlfriend’s vitals gives him a dirty look. He feels bad for yelling especially with the way Buttercup shrinks even further into the hospital bed. Seeing her like this was off putting- small, injured, dare he say even oddly ashamed which stunned him the most because absolutely none of this was her fault. He wanted to find the weirdo who did this to her and handle him himself.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was just a fan. I get fans that come by the shop all the time. Honestly, it’s good for business.”
“Not when they overdose you with Anidote X. You almost died! You kind of have to be alive to do business ya know.”
The corner of her mouth lifts up in a small smile and Butch takes that as a win. As much as he’s trying to ignore it he’s scared shitless - has been since he got the call from Bubbles about Butters being in the hospital. Seeing her react to one of his dumb jokes makes him feel just a little bit better.
“Hey, not my fault the stalker was too dumb to get the dosage right.”
Her joke falls flat between them. As much as both of them would like to lighten the situation, reality was quite sobering. She’d almost died. Like really died. Her superpowers wouldn’t have been able to save her. Hell, the only reason she’s probably alive now was that her little sister had chosen that exact moment to come into the shop to pick Buttercup up for their planned lunch date. She’d seen Buttercup convulsing on the floor and flew her to the hospital after tying up the crazed fan in the back.
“Really, you should have told me. There’s no way that creep went from just checking out your bakery to attempted kidnapping without you noticing a change. We both know I have much more liberty than you to deal with these kinds of situations in a more permanent way.”
He was expecting her to continue arguing, to insist she could have handled it herself - and he knows she could have if that jerkwad hadn’t stuck up on her while she was closing up. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to break down into tears so suddenly.
Immediately he moved to perching on the edge of her bed so he could hold her better. The nurse had long since left them to their argument but Butch could see her disapproving look just as clearly in his minds eye.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m a terrible person coming in here and yelling at you like that.”
“No you’re not. Because you’re right and that’s what makes it so much worse,” she chokes out through her tears.
“What?”
“You’re right. I should have asked for you help. I should have let someone else know what was going on. I don’t know why I didn’t. I trust you with my whole heart and yet I guess admitting this to you would have been admitting to myself that I couldn’t do it.
“I let my pride stop me and it almost cost me my life. I almost died Butch. I never want to be in that position again.”
“And you won’t.” He says it with so much conviction that he startles himself for a moment.
He gently urges Buttercup to remove her face from where she’d buried it in his chest so he could look her in the eye. He needed her to know how serious he was about this.
“No one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”
“And what do you believe in?” She whispers
“You. Us. I believe in us. And I want you to believe in me. I know you trust me so let me help you. If you had died today… I don’t know what I would have done.”
“You would have been fine -“
“No,” he cuts her off, “I wouldn’t have been. You are my world. My sunshine. Without you everything is just darkness and I’m not strong enough to fight it on my own. You make me stronger, happier, you make me who I am. So I mean it when I say I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing ever harms you again.”
“Well,” she’s full on smiling now, “we both know you can’t stop everything. Occupational hazard and all.”
“I can sure as hell try. “
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I’d love you even more if you told me where everyone’s hiding the scumbag that put you in here to begin with.”
“You and I both know I can’t do that. If I tell you where he is you might actually kill him and I’m sure as hell not going to the security max prison once a month for conjugal visits.”
“Honestly I’m more hurt you’d only plan to see me once a month!”
#ppg#ppg greens#butchercup#ppg buttercup#ppg butch#ask me anything#my wiritng#I swear this was an ask but for the life of me idk what it was#hurt/comfort
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I just realized I’ve been writing dabbles for the prompts I’ve received and I… didn’t post them 🫢. I’ll be getting on that tomorrow
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Asks are open!
“i’ll keep you safe” prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱
⋆ “i can stay the night, y’know. if it’d make you feel better.”
⋆ “try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”
⋆ “you should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it.”
⋆ “no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”
⋆ “either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”
⋆ “you must be freezing- here, take my jacket.”
⋆ “this place is dicey at the best of times. just take my hand until we’re clear of it, yeah?”
⋆ “anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?”
⋆ “i’m not jealous. i just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”
⋆ “stay behind me, no matter what.”
⋆ "i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it."
⋆ “i like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”
⋆ “shut up and just let me take care of you!”
⋆ “this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”
⋆ “no one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”
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Hey
I hope you are doing well. Okay since you did ask. How about a short story where Claire comes back after the events from revelations 2 and Leon teases her about Neil that he was right about him all along. Just a fun little story, please?
Thanks for the kind words! So I guess this could be considered a continuation of the fic I wrote about Revelations 2. I hope I made it fluffy enough.
“You can say it, ya know.”
It’s dark in their room when she speaks. They’re in bed having finally turned in for the night after putting both of the children to bed. Isabel had been hardest to sleep in their room for the night - a habit she’d picked up while Claire was gone and had kept once she’d gotten back. Claire was loathe to take away this comfort from her daughter but it was a habit that did not need to be reinforced.
Not to mention this was the first time since she was discharged from the hospital about a month ago that she got to sleep in her own bed with her husband alone. Just the two of them. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying the comforting feeling of being held by him without another small body between them.
“Hmm?”
He seems so relaxed. One arm tucked behind his head, the other wrapped around her shoulders. She’s pressed so deeply into his side that she feels the rumble in his chest before she hears it.
“I told you so. I know you’ve probably been waiting to say it. I think I’m finally ready to admit you were right about Niel.”
“I don’t know what upsets me more, the fact that you think I’d say that or the fact that I can’t really say it.”
“What do you mean?” She shifts in his arms slightly so she could better see his face. He’s looking at the ceiling when he answers.
“I was totally convinced that Niel had a thing for you and I think past experiences proved me right there.” Claire snorts but Leon continues,
“Never would have guessed he was a money hungry, egotistical bastard that would quite literally sell out all of his employees to the very same people they were fighting against.”
They’re both silent and for a moment. Claire thinks maybe he’s fallen asleep. Finally taken over by the exhaustion of the day.
“Actually, what makes me the most angry is that I didn’t see it coming. I was so preoccupied with our dumb little dick measuring contest that I never realized what he was doing.”
“None of us did and we worked with him every day.” Claire traces her hands across his chest hoping that the small patterns would offer him more comfort than her words.
“No sense in dwelling on it now.”
Her hands still. She sits up slightly so she can look down at him, pleasant suprise written on her face.
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”
“I don’t know. All that time we spent not knowing where you were or if you were ok? I guess I just decided to stop worrying about things that don’t matter, that I don’t have control over. Life’s to short and we’re reminded of that everyday in our line of work.”
The arm he’d previously been using to hold her comes up to tuck a strand of her short hair behind her ears.
“I don’t want to spend all my time thinking about what I should have seen or done when it comes to that weasel,” he continues. Voice quiet and sincere in the dark,
“I’d rather think about you and our girls. All the ways I’m going to spoil you,” the hand in her had stills, fingers wrapped gently around a strand he’d been toying with.
“How beautiful you look with short hair.”
She smiles and hopes that he can see it in the dark. It’s the first time he’s directly acknowledged her new haircut. She’s shorn it off in their bathroom last week but had finally broken down yesterday and went to an actual salon to let someone fix the uneven ends.
She liked the new look and felt a small burst of appreciation that he did as well. It was a small bit of change that she could control after the island - cutting her hair. She knows Leon understands why as well. It’s one of the many things she loves about him.
“I love you,” she whispers as she settles back into the side of his body. Not wanting to speak too loudly for fear of ending this moment between them.
He plates a kiss on her hairline and returns the sentiments with his lips still on her skin.
“I don’t think I say that enough.”
“You say it everyday,” she giggles.
“Not enough.” She can feel the earnest love in his voice.
“Well, you have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”
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I haven’t posted any of my writing in a while and I’m currently inspired. Any suggestions/requests?
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I just finished Iron Flame… I have never been so thoroughly emotionally destroyed in my whole life 😭😭😭😭
#iron flame#rebecca yarros#she was so wrong for that ending and now I have to wait for god knows how long to see what happens 😭#I’ve never had 30 pages do that much damage to my psyche before
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I’ve fallen down the Fourth Wing rabbit hole and I don’t know how to get out…… I don’t think I want to get out?????
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AHHHHHHRGE - me @ that stupid ass character in the first couple of chapters
just thought and feelings as I read the Fourth Wing
Chapter 1 to ♾️: Fuck you jack~
Chapter 16: I’m full of rage b/c of this stupid stupid stupid character. I’m gonna fist fight a fictional character. Right now.
- Dain Aetos has had me in a rage since start. He’s going to be the reason she gets hurt. Cannot change my mind on that.
- also my favorite character is Garrick
- DONT ACT LIKE YOU DIDNT JUST TRY AND TAK HER OUT OF CHOOSING BOTH OF THEM DAIN
- not even two seconds after I started listening to the book again, DAIN FUCKING KISSED HER! FUCK YOU DAIN! I had to pause the book and take a moment of silence. Dain made me contemplate running the car off the road. That how much I don’t like him.
- I’m so glad there Violet and Dains kiss SUCKED ASS
- GET IT RHIANNON!! YOU GO GIRL
- Again, I love Garrick. Love him to death.
- Dain, my boy, you are stupid af. You don’t kiss a girl then TURN AROUND AND TELL HER YOU CANNOT BREAK THE RULE AND BE WITH HER YOU IDIOT
- I love you Imogen
- it’s me realizing that the dislike Tairn has for Dain is the same as my dislike for Dain
- Dain needs to calm the fuck down before he loses a fuckin life. He also needs to realize that Violet is nowhere near his property or EVEN HIS GIRLFRIEND and calm the fuck down. I want Tairn to burn him. Rn.
- No. don’t give that bitch boi ANY FUCKING SYMPATHY. You want to ‘help’ Dain? THEN FUCK THE FUCK OFF BITCH
-OOH POP OFF VIOLENCE GET EM DONT LET THAT MAN CHILD TELL YOU WHAT TO DO
- 1. I feel bad for Jeremiah (?) 2. Him reading Dains thoughts out loud is so fuckin funny
- not those kid’s attacking her in her sleep, she better kick their asses
- I need this child to hurry up and realize she’s wants to fuck this man cause god damn girl, he’s wants to eat you head to toe, and not in the cannibalistic way bestie
- I NEW GOLDIE WAS A BABY <3
- who the fuck unlocked the door?
- girl, thank god you finally admitted to wanting to fuck him 👏🏼👏🏼
- I FUCKING NEW IT! AMBER YOU FUCKING BITCH
- it’s the way Dain keeps showing his true self. She wanted Violet dead. Your best friend, Dain. I hate Dain so so so so very much
- I’m glad Jack is dead but I feel for Violet. Fuck Jack for stabbing Liam.
- YEA XADEN PUT DAIN IN HIS MF PLAcE
- I’m so goddamn glad they finally fucking but pls wording is killing me 😭
- NOT THEM BREAKING THE FUCKING DOOR IM DEAD
- 🫣🫢😧 - my face during this scene
- DID HER MOM HURT OUR BOY?
- OH LOL not the ‘don’t fall for me’
- “Should I get the Wingleader?” Tairn you’re stoooop
- I I I don’t I don’t know. She’s did NOT just say “loved” I’m gonna kick this girls ass. Ahhhhh
- Bitch, don’t be mad at the Dragons.
- her dad still helping her <3
-chapter 35 - did the gov set up the babies? Did they willing let them travel in a group larger than 3 because they are setting them up to kill them all? I’m heart can not handle this
- oh no.. oh no no no.. fuuuck
- Dain better fucking die.
- I’m cry 😭 those poor babies
- chapter 36- well why don’t you just rip my heart out and shove it in a shredder.
- 1. Violet need to understand, had Xaden told her, he would be risking a lot of lives. 2. Dain violated Violet, it was not her fault.
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I wrote a little prequel/add on to this little ditty a while back and just remembered that I never posted it so here y’all go!
He feels weird standing outside this stately house. He’s nervous and Butch Jojo is many things but nervous is not unusually found on that list. However in this case it made sense for him to be nervous. Butch was a high ranking member of the most notorious crime family in the city. He had a reputation and with such a reputation came loathing - usually from smaller gangs and wannabe criminals. However, no one in town hated him more than John Utonium. How unfortunate then that Butch somehow managed to fall in love with his daughter.
So here he was, nervous as he knocked on the door of the man who hated his guts more than anything. Here to… actually, Butch wasn’t exactly sure what he was here to do. Ask? Inform, maybe. At the base of everything he guess he was here for Buttercup.
He was still contemplating his reasons for visiting when the front door finally opened. The two men shared a look of disdain and for a moment, Butch thought the older man might slam the door in his face. The door stays open, but he doesn’t exactly invite him in either.
“What are you doing here?” He finally decides on.
“I’m here to speak with you sir. About your daughter,” Butch tries to sound as respectful as possible. He’s not a fan of the look of contempt on John’s face but showing his usual attitude back would only make things worse.
“Have you finally come to your senses? Are you here to tell me you’re going to keep my daughter out of the…business your family runs?” There is thinly veiled hope in the questions and Butch almost feels bad for the guy.
“Unfortunately, sir, you and I both know I’m not forcing Buttercup to do anything. She could leave me and my family at any point in time. She chooses to stay which actually brings me to why I’m here. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
“Absolutely not.” The response is quick. So quick Butch had barley gotten the words out.
“Excuse me?”
“If you’ve come here to ask me for my daughters hand in marriage the answer is a staunch no! I do not want my little girl anywhere near you or your dangerous life. The thought of her marrying you is laughable!”
“Well sir if you think I’m here to ask permission to marry your daughter then you are sorely mistaken.” Butch is trying to be respectful, he really is. This man is making it hard as hell though. Laughing in his face? Who does he think he is?
“I’m only here to inform you of my plans out of respect.” Butch continues, “wether or not the marriage occurs is up to one person and that’s Buttercup.”
“Well, I suppose shes an adult who can make her own decisions.” John doesn’t seem too happy at the prospect of said decision however.
“I hope that she will say yes. I also hope that if she does… you’ll be able to accept it. Buttercup’s family means a lot to her, you mean a lot to her and if what you said about choosing between me and you is true? Sir I don’t think you understand how much this is killing her.”
“And I don’t think you understand how much this is killing me, Mr. Jojo. She may be an adult but she is still my daughter, my little girl. I’m supposed to protect her from anything that could hurt her and the largest danger to her future is you. I cannot stand by and allow her to throw everything away on some puppy love. I doubt you’d understand. Maybe one day if you have children - a daughter of your own- you’ll get it. Hopefully those children will be of no relation to me.”
For a moment, Butch is stunned. It’s not something that happens often and John Utonium should be proud that he was able to leave Butch Jojo speechless.
John takes advantage of Butch’s lack of words and adds,
“If you love her as much as you claim, you wouldn’t drag her down with you. Please never come to my home again.”
And with that, the door closes in his face. Butch stands there for a moment before turning around and heading down the block to his car. He’d parked a few houses over so John wouldn’t see him pull up. It gave him the advantage of surprise as well as extra time to think through what he’d say.
He was disappointed to say the least. He’d hoped that maybe the old scientist would change his mind. That he wouldn’t really make his daughter pick. But he was stuck in his ways and selfish.
But so was Butch. John was right about one thing, his love for Buttercup should have lead to him pushing her away for her own good. But that’s what good men did and Butch was not a good man. He had many people’s blood on his hands and he was selfish too. So selfish that he was - no is - willing to risk Buttercups relationship with her family if it meant keeping her for himself.
In the end it didn’t matter if he was selfish or selfless. Both he and her father would be fools to think that either of them could decide BC’s future for her. Only she would do that. And Butch has a sinking suspicion that If pushed, she would choose him over her father any day. Butch had to admit that a small, sick part of himself took pride in that.
He hates that it had to come to this but it seems the old man couldn’t be swayed. At the very least it seemed her sisters were coming around to the idea of he and Buttercup being together. And if they didn’t, then he would be her family now and they’ll make a new life out there, together.
#my writing#ppg greens#butchercup#ppg butch#ppg buttercup#ppg fanfic#my asks are open#I’m posting this on mobile so I apologize in advance for the formatting
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Duke, after joining the family: Guys, I think I accidentally pissed off Batman.
Dick: What makes you say that?
Duke: Well, he was reviewing my last report, and when he was done he just sort of stared at me stone-faced for a minute and then grunted and went back to what he was doing.
Tim: Was it like a "hrrghn", or was it more of a "hurmmf"?
Duke: What?
Tim: The grunt.
Duke: Like a "hhrmn" I guess? Does it matter?
Jason, laughing: Oh, trust me, it matters.
Dick: Don't worry, he's not mad at you. He's actually impressed with your report, that was him giving you praise.
Duke: How could you possibly know that from a grunt?
Damian: Father often has trouble expressing himself in words, so we've all learned to discern between his different grunts to be able to understand him.
Duke: *snorts*
Everyone:
Duke: Oh, you guys are serious.
Jason: Dead.
Tim: You would be wise to start studying now, Batmanese has a lot of tonal indicators.
Dick: I'll go find you my old flash cards.
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I wanna write something… what should I write?
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like don’t you get it? by hunting ghosts you become a part of them. a presence that lingers. the memories you are making here right now is also what will survive of this place. it’s also what will haunt it.
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Hello! About your last post, you said you were reading some fanfics, so I wanted to ask: What are your favorite fanfics from the fandom??? Especially the green pls, because I'm obsessed and nothing can help me 😃 (Looking forward to the mafia story)
This is probably not an exhaustive list. If you can't tell I'm a very forgetful person and I'm probably forgetting some good ones. I'll include whether or not the fic is incomplete (NC) and if it contains sexual content (M). I'll also try to find links for all the fics I list. I will say to anyone who uses these recs leave comments and kudos but don't be that person who harasses for an update. Definitely show the author some love though!
More Than Human NC. A definite must-read for anyone getting into the fandom. It was the fic that sucked me in! A great High School fic. Anything from Sbj at all is a win. Make sure to check her out on Dreamwith and FanFiction.net. Some of her stuff is crossposted but not all of it is
Green Lights NC/M. My current obsession. Buttercup moonlights as an exotic dancer and meets a mysterious man (Butch) who captures her attention.
Lie in Lime NC/M. Butch is a fashion designer and Buttercup gets roped into being his model. Features a slight love triangle with Brick. Great fic!
Any of the fics in this series on Ao3. This author is just amazing and most of her works are complete and also pretty long. A win-win if you ask me! Don't shy away from the NC ones though. Lilys of Snow Valley is amazing!
The Good, The Bad, and the Rowdy NC. An old west au.
The Greens Way of Life NC/M. A wonderful collection of One-shots and short stories surrounding the greens
The Number 3 NC. A great High School fic with some mysteries going on in the background.
Lycan NC. SO GOOD! A 19th-century supernatural au that is so well written. I can't recommend it anymore!
Killer's Playground. Mafia au. One chapter for each of the color code parings. Kinda violent
93,000 miles. I don't want to say much and give it away but it's super touching.
In general, just check out Miss.RoseGold. She has amazing greens content (the last few recs were from here) and I'd be here all day if I try to list them all. She's on FanFic.net and Ao3 but I'm not 100% sure if all her works are crossposted.
Green Maiden NC. An interesting dragon au. I don't think this one will ever get completed but it's still worth reading what's written imo
XXY NC a great high school, combined team fic.
Watching Her Move M. Short and smutty from Butch's perspective
Favours Fortune NC/M. A different take on the mafia au.
Our Italian Resturant. A great secret baby au fic. IDK if that made sense but you should definitely read it though
i thank the oceans (for giving me you). The fluffy family feels. I revisit this fic A LOT
Leaving. Just super cute and fluffy (maybe with a tad pinch of sadness)
Re-Life. Has some time travel shenanigans and is so worth the read.
I think that's a pretty good starting point. Again, it's not an exhaustive list of all the fics I have enjoyed in the fandom. A great piece of advice is if you find an author you like, check their account for their other works as well as their bookmarks or favorite stories. You'll find a lot of good fics that way. And don't limit yourself to one site. With a fandom as old as ppg you can find some amazing gems on "older" sites like FanFiction (it grosses me out to consider that site old). net and even here on Tumblr. Here is my own Ao3 link as well if you'd like to check out my own writing. Happy reading!
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One Normal Night
I've finally done it. The Mafia AU that I talked so much about and then never posted. I hope it lives up to your expectations
He’s taking too long, she thinks. He must be up to no good. And on tonight of all nights. He’d promised! She scans the overly fancy restaurant and manages to flag a waiter down.
“Excuse me,” she says politely, “have you seen my husband?”.
The waiter pretends to not know who she’s referring to. She’s not surprised. He seems young - a good kid trying to keep himself out of trouble. Buttercup wasn’t falling for it though. Everyone knew the Jojo family in this town and she was going to get her answer.
“It’s ok,” she promises with a smile, “he’s just been gone a while and I wanted to check on him.”
The young man hesitates again before letting her know Butch has slipped out through the back door in the kitchen. For a moment, her face sours. She plasters her smile on quickly though, not wanting to send the wrong message to the waiter. She thanked him again before asking for the check. Buttercup made sure to leave him a generous tip.
The transition from the candle lighting of the dinning room to the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen was a bit jarring. Buttercup had to blink several times to adjust. She noticed several of the chefs looking up to see who’d joined them in the kitchen but no one said anything to her. They all know who she is, and wouldn't risk incurring the wrath of her family.
She makes her way to the back of the kitchen. There was a circular window on the back door most likely for those working in the kitchen to see who is trying to get in.
She silently curses her short stature as she tries to peer through the window then thanks whatever part of herself had the wherewithal to wear heels tonight. Without them she certainly wouldn’t have been able to reach. Even with the heels she has to stand on her tiptoes to see a decent portion of the alley outside. Sure enough, she sees her husband out in the dark. As well as a few other men who seemed to be holding something… or someone down.
She steps back from the window and pulls her cell phone out of her clutch. Buttercup sends a quick text to their driver to pull the car around in a few minutes and braces herself to head out into the cold night in just her short, black dress.
“Butch!” She yells as soon as the door is shut behind her.
The massive wall of a man she calls her husband pauses his wailing on the collapsed figure.
“I told you to wait for me inside,” he says without even bothering to look at her.
He sounds irritated and Buttercup isn’t particularly happy with his tone. She decides to remain civil though, play her cards wisely lest the night ends with them in a full screaming match. That’s not how she wanted tonight to end and Butch was in full Baron of Berserk mode.
“You promised me you wouldn’t do this tonight, that we could have one normal night!” She hates how whiny she sounds but Buttercup knows this is the fastest way to get the results she wants.
“Buttercup-“ his tone is warning but she doesn’t let him finish.
She crosses the alley quickly, throwing herself onto his arm.
“Clearly it’s handled. They don’t need you anymore. Just take me home, Butch. Please!”
He’s avoiding looking at her face. The guy on the ground has started moaning in pain but he’s smart enough to stay down.
“Let me-“ he tries to start again but Buttercup is having none of the excuses,
“No! No more ‘just wait for me’ or ‘let me finish’. You’ve already sent a message, let’s just go home!” She’s less whiny and more forceful this time.
He huffs and shakes her off. For a moment she’s scared that he’s going to ignore her and keep going. Instead, he walks over to retrieve his suit jacket he’d ditched earlier. He places it around her shoulders and suddenly Buttercup realizes she’d been shivering.
She wraps it around her closer and reveals in his forestry scent as it envelops her. He guides her to the opening of the alley and they walk around the front of the building to their awaiting car. He opens the door for her and helps her in. She tells the driver to take them home as he walks around the car to get in himself.
They’re both silent on the drive back, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Butch is typing away on his phone - most likely sending instructions for clean up as well as updating his brothers and fathers. She makes plans in her mind to send someone to the restaurant tomorrow to retrieve her jacket - a black fur coat that Butch had gifted her on their anniversary a year ago. It was her favorite and she wants to make sure she gets it back from the coat check undamaged.
Looking out the window she tries not to shed any tears at the mess this night had become.
When they get inside, he heads to the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink. She goes to the couch to take her shoes off.
“When we met I told you what being with me would look like,” his voice is quiet and they still aren’t looking at each other.
“You said you didn’t care. You said you understood, you accepted the risks and the sacrifices - “
“I still do,” she interrupts.
“Then what the fuck was that, Buttercup?”
“You don’t understand. I accept the risks I take on the sacrifices every day, Butch. I asked you for one night. One night! You promised me and you couldn’t even keep your word.” She’s yelling. This isn’t what she wanted at all.
Buttercup moves from the couch to look out the large, floor to ceiling windows. Their penthouse had a great view of the city and its people below. The Jojo family may have been at the top of the world as far as this city is concerned but Buttercup has never felt more alone. She hugs herself tightly and pulls Butch’s jacket closer. The tears fall and she doesn’t try to stop them.
“If I’m so clueless as you claim then please explain. Enlighten me on what’s so damn important that you had to pull a stunt like that in front of my men?” He’s yelling too.
She mumbles a response and he can’t hear her.
“What?”
He moves from behind the kitchen counter and crosses the room. He’s close enough that he could touch her if he reached out but he doesn’t. Instead he stands there and eggs her on until she’s had enough. She turns and, now facing him, she yells,
“I’m pregnant!”
Silence. His face is beyond shocked and Buttercup can’t stand watching him like that so she turns around again and looks out the window.
“You’re… I thought you said you never wanted kids?”
“I don’t- didn’t?” She says it like it’s a question. “I don’t know, okay? I didn’t want them before and you didn’t either and everything was perfect. Then your dumb work started taking you away more and my sisters are busy with their own lives and my dad won’t talk to me anymore because I chose you and I just… I don’t know.
“It was an accident. I guess maybe my birth control failed or something but I’ve just been so lonely and I thought that maybe this was a sign. That maybe this is what I need. And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we had a kid because just maybe it meant you’d spend more time with me - or us I guess. And I wanted one normal night tonight so I could tell you but you just had to go and ruin it and now I’m even more lost. I don’t know what to do.”
“Buttercup, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think… I mean I guess I got so wrapped up with everything I never realized. How can I make this right?”
“Be honest with me,” she tries drying her tears with the sleeve of his jacket until Butch gently turns her around and dries them for her, “do you still love me? Do you want to be with me, to have this family with me?” He looks genuinely surprised again.
“Of course I still love you. There is nothing that could ever stop me from loving you, not even death. Everything I do is for you. So I can give you the life you deserve. Make it worth you walking away from your family for me. I never meant for you to feel this way.
“Maybe it is time we started our own family. Make a fresh start. I’ll get my brothers to start taking up some of their own slack. I can’t promise you something like tonight won’t ever happen again but I can promise that I’m going to make an effort.”
“That’s all I want.”
“Good. Because all I want is you. Well, and this baby.” He places his hand over her stomach. “I didn’t even know this was something I wanted but now that I do… I’ll never let anything come between our family. I swear.”
When they finally kiss it’s with a reverence and love that Buttercup feels she’s been missing for so long.
“Let me take you to bed,” now it’s him who pleads, “I want to make up for everything. Show you how much I want you.”
She barely gets her response out before he lifts her into his arms. He spends the rest of the night worshiping her body. He spends extra time on top of her kissing the skin under which lays her womb, carrying a mix of both of them within.
When he’s finally done, they lay in bed together, her securely wrapped in his arms. He asks her questions and she patiently answers each one.
“How far along are you?”
“Almost three months but I’ve only known for one. I wanted to tell you sooner but I wasn’t sure of how I felt or what I was going to do and when I decided you were so busy…”
“Three months? I’m so stupid I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed sooner.”
“It’s ok,” and she means it, “I did a good job of hiding it. Besides, you’ve got six more to make it up to me.”
“And I will. I promise.”
They talk some more and share a few slow kisses in between questions.
“Who else knows?”
“No one other than my doctor. I wanted you to be the first. I might tell my sisters soon. They said they wanted to come visit in a few weeks.”
“When do you want to tell my family? I know you don’t get along with my dads the best but it is their first grandkid, they’ll probably want to spoil him.”
“Him?” She laughs.
“I don’t know. Call it a fatherly instinct.”
“Sure…” she trails off for a moment, “what if it’s a girl?”
“Then I’ll be just as happy getting to spoil a little princess.”
They laugh together. Throw around ideas of a family dinner to tell his brothers and fathers at the same time - no interruptions of course! The mood dips when Butch asks his next question,
“Are you going to tell your dad?”
“You know he doesn’t talk to me.”
“I do but… this is different. It’s a big
deal -“
“So was our wedding!” She’s sitting up in the bed now, “and he wouldn’t give me away. He wouldn’t even come! Brick had to walk me down the aisle. If my dad hates me so much I don’t even know if I want him in our child’s life.”
She’s crying again and Butch sits up too to comfort her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You don’t have to decide anything any time soon but maybe you should think about it. I mean, at the very least he’s going to hear about it from your sisters and I think it would be best if he heard it from you.”
“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right.”
He lies back down and pulls her with him so her head is resting on his chest.
The topic is changed to something lighter and they talk until Buttercup falls asleep. Lying there in the dark Butch looks at her features and thanks whatever god might be listening that he was lucky enough to find a woman like her and he prays that he’ll be worthy and strong enough to keep her.
#ppg greens#ppg fanfic#butchercup#ppg butch#ppg buttercup#my writing#mafia au#i have a mini prequel to this if ya'll wanna see that too
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Hey what ever happened to your mafia story and is it ppg related ?
So funny story… I was out and about when I posted that I would post it later and then when I got home some stuff happened and I may have kind of… forgot??? It is ppg related (greens as always) and I will post it soon!
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