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turmoilcity · 1 year

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i mite kill my ex

How do I celebrate really good greens fic? By shipping Butch with an original character because I am absolute ass.

And I get why people don't like it because I don't like it either. I don't want to read your stinkn' Mary Sue, self insert oc getting it on with my faves. Sue me.

But lemme tell you something

LEMME TE- LEMME TELL U SOMETHING-

I did it. :P

Bella isn't a self insert, she's a character from my Magum Opus I have valiantly tried throwing out there for like... ten years now. :)

This was written in the spur of the moment. No edits cause I'm cool like that. Enjoy my shitty, cringey writing.

Oh yeah. This is some MTH AU... idea of my character Bella actually befriending the gang (Buttercup, Mitch etc.)

Title: Pza Breath

There was a general rule about people who overstayed their welcome. Yadda, yadda, you shouldn’t let someone else alpha your territory bullshit- Whatever. Bella didn’t give a fuck that Butch of all people was staying late and just hanging out. She liked his company anyway.

“I can’t believe I have such an ass team,” his voice rumbles threateningly into the tiny black dot of a mic propped at his lips.

Her last Christmas gift. a new gaming headset and he was the one in love.

He’d joined about four tournaments since he put that shit on, and was on a nonstop roll. He didn’t even stop to eat the pizza Bella offered him, which was kinda rude since she spent allowance money on it.

“I said throw the ball to Mickey, not fucking P daddy.”

CD’s, bookbags and a textbook, littered Bella’s bed, along with her blankets messily strewn about. She lay across it, eating her pizza watching Butch talk in the headset. She was getting a little bored.

“The ball isn’t going to go in. We’re about to lose this shit. We’re about to-” He shoots up. So does Bella in defense of her gaming equipment.

“Woah, woah, woah,” she says, suddenly in front of him. His eyes are narrowed, bottom lip tucked in. She actually chuckles, “Butch it’s just a game-”

“I was on a record breaking streak and I lost it all to a swarmy dumbass.” He grumbles, eyes going sharper.

Bella holds back from laughing at her friend crying about a loss and instead focuses on the remote he tosses back, “Hey, big shit. Calm it down for a second.”

He waves her off nonchalantly, finally advancing the pizza box.

“Break this shit, and I’ll break your ass,” Bella mutters.

Butch frowns as he pulls out two slices and tilts his auburn head back. He gobbles it like a fish on a line, “Fyouh fhay the weirdesh shift.”

“Speak for yourself,” she grimmaces at uncanny, goblin Butch. She sighs and sets the headset down properly on the stand it comes with. A prideful trophy of hers. She will cherish it for eternity.

There’s a loud belch from Butch.

She laughs and pinches her nose, wafting the air. “Ugh, dude.”

“I’m bored as shit,” he smacks his lips. The cardboard of the pizza “shuffs” as his greasy big hands flips it open for another, “Let’s do something.”

“Butch it’s 11 o’clock,” Bella informs him with a look. “The only thing you need to be doing is getting rest for school tomorrow.

He feigned a yawn, airly tapping his mouth, “Boring.”

Bella snickers again, somewhat delighted he’s practically asking to stay. She flops on the bed, joining him, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Boring.” he says in the same tone he did before.

“Wannaaaaa… watch some youtube.”

“Bor- BELCH- riiiing.”

She laughs again, “Dude.”

He eats at the pizza some more, and says mouth somewhat full, “how come you never wanna do anything fun like… I don’t know make out or some shit.”

She’s chuckling and biting her lower lip from flat out howling, “After you did all that burping with your nasty pizza breath? I think not.”

“I’ve got some gum in here somewhere,” he says digging in his pockets with a thoughtful expression.

Bella’s still biting her lower lip, with a sly grin. She pushes his arm, “No need pizza breath. I wouldn’t make out with you if my life depended on it.”

That dropped the adorable pensive look right off of Butch’s face. His brows furrowed into a look that was a touch more serious, “Why?”

Well that was a curve ball and a half.

Once upon a time, it was true. Bella had developed the biggest crush on Butch he could have possibly ever imagined anyone having.

And it was weird. Overly, mushily weird. She thought about him every moment, lit up when someone said his name, she even had dreams about him.

It was the first time Bella had found herself truly smitten, and she didn’t know how to cope with it well.

She imagined, in his eyes, she was just a cool friend. How could she be anything but? When they met, they instantly clicked, sure, but the mapping of their friendship never came with a bump in the road. They had clicked platonically and nothing more.

She blinked furiously at him, “I- uh… it was a joke.” she chuckled trying to lighten the blow.

Butch looked the slightest convinced, “Huh… okay. Because I was going to bring up that we already kissed. That one time behind the mall for weed.”

He remembered!?

That day played like a movie she knew all too well every now and again. She figured Butch had long forgotten it. He did well on never bringing it up.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” she laughs, “Dude, you remember that?”

“Well, it happened like a day after we met. Can’t really forget it.” He rested back on her bed, hands behind his head and not second thinking what he just admitted aloud.

She looked back at him, green eyes low, hands braced behind his head and encouraging the fabrics of his jacket to pull up from his athletic, boxy abdomen. The dark cotton pulled just a bit above his navel, revealing another white article underneath. A trail of hair crept from the belt-clad waist of his denim jeans.

Her eyes lowered.

The bed bounced, squeaked, as she hopped up from her position and swung a leg bravely over his abdomen. He was taken aback.

She gripped his jacket inadvertently pulling his face close, “Kiss me,” she mocked, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

His voice was low, “U-uh. Could I take a mint check first?”

She flopped him down, crawling off, “Butch, you suck,”

“Wait!” he said getting up, face a little pink, “I didn’t think you would actually wanna mess around! “

“Do you wanna mess around?” her playful charade was dropped for a look of genuine curiosity.

There was a hint of unsureness in Butch’s gaze to her. He turned his green eyes to his knees. "I-I… I don’t know. If you want to I guess.”

Bella put her hands on her hips, readopting the less serious route as it seemed to do both of them better, “How many girls have you actually told ‘it was up to them?’”

“All.” he snapped up.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” he laughed giving her a puzzled look, “What do you take me for? A creep.”

“Okay, okay, so you’ve got morals at least. Thats a step in the right direction for a criminal like you.”

“Nice.”

“But on that topic, how many girls have you kissed?”

Butch tucked his chin in thought, then the fabrics of his jacket hissed as he went to scratch his chin with one hand and prop his elbow with the other. “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…” he began counting to himself.

“Oh come on. You don’t expect me to believe you kissed that many-”

“Shh. Shh. You’re throwing me off.” he furrowed a brow, marking the air, “6, 7... 8, 9…. 10…”

“10!?”

Butch smiled, “Oh! Yeah, only 3…4 counting you.”

She frowned, “What was that other counting for?”

“To see how you’d react.”

She pushed his knee.

He drew his eyes to this motion, “But since the count isn’t that bad, you wouldn’t mind climbing back on me right?” His eys suddenly widened, “After, I check my breath.”

Bella was not sold. “I mean it’s surprising you’ve only kissed 4 girls, coming from a guy like you, especially if I was the last of them-”

“Hell yeah, I’ve been going cold turkey.”

“But I’m still not going to kiss you just because you’re bored.”

Butch sighed and unraveled a stick of gum, “Sucks for you, then.”

She laughed, raising a brow, “Yeah. Sucks a bunch.”

The room was quiet save for Butch’s obnoxious chewing and the few cars and crickets outside. Her window was raised, so the cool autumns air was gently disturbing the curtains in her room, outside her window was darkness aside from a street life. Living far from the city was quiet at night, but having Butch over made it feel more relaxing.

The ceiling light was starting to feel obscenely bright as time passed. She let out a yawn and a stretch.

“Don’t get sleepy now, we still got some work to do.”

She smacked her lips and scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

“Someone’s chickening out.”

“Okay, pizza breath.”

“It’s minty breath now,” he said sticking the gum out between his teeth. She couldn’t help but to laugh,

It was a moment of silence again where all that happened was Butch chewing. Bella readjusted herself on the edge of the bed, so that her knee’s could be on the carpeted floor as she swept her hoodie-dressed arms on the bedside and lied her head on top. The faint lavender scent from her sheets was picking up and doing a number on her.

It seemed both of them were thinking of something to do, but were at a genuine lost, so all they were managing to do was waste time.

He blew a tiny bubble, and it popped, “Hey” he nudged her with his knee. She grunted. “I’m bored.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” he replied instantly, the weight of his body bouncing back against her dark blue sheets. His shoes clunk against the floor, as he kicks his converse’s off as hard as he can, they nearly sail to the ceiling. Fabrics protest against one another as he shuffles valiantly into her bed, pulling up the blankets.

“Hey! Hey! Not in my bed!” Bella barks.

“But you told me to go to sleep.”

She takes a moment, to take in Butch of all people in her bed, “Yeah at your house you dumb fuck. Atleast take your God damn jacket off before you lay in it.”

“You act like your bed is so perfect,” he rolled his eyes theatriacly while the zipper of his jacket hisses. He starts tugging his jacket off, it makes a heavy noise as it hits the ground beside the bed. Bella’s eyes take in his toned arms, the faint illusion of his torso slightly hunched in his oversized t-shirt. The chains on his belt rattles as he scoots his butt into the duvet, clattering Cd’s off the edge. He decidedly faces away from her, “Good night.”

A slight hint of gleefulness is in Bella’s narrowed expression, “You know I don’t trust your dirty jeans sleeping in my bed either?”

“God, what do you want me to sleep naked? One second you’re all over me, the next-”

“Blah, blah, get the hell out out of my bed.”

“Never,” he tucks more into himself.

“Butch, seriously. I need to sleep for school.”

He feigns a loud snore. The textbook is hurled at his head. This does not deter him.

“Butch.” Bella warns louder.

He throws in a few, “Me, me, me ,me, me’s” for good measure.

“Aww, are you really asleep?” Bella says in an overly sweet voice.

“...Yes.”

The side of the bed she’s leant on shifts against her weight leaving it, and then theres a short shuffle. The wall thumps as she hits the light switch off encapsulating them in darkness, the only light emitting is from the television that is black but not fully off since she’d only shut down the game. Also the street light shines vaguely through the window.

She walks around her large bed, light from outside barely grazing her frame, and makes it to Butch. Her eye’s catches his green eyes shutting quickly as he tucks his face in her blanket.

She grins.

When she’s finally standing in front of him, the light blocks most of his features, making him look like a lump. She punches it harshly. It shudders and moans.

“Aww, Butch,” she coo’s punching it again. “What’s wrong? (punch, punch)I thought you were tired.” She punches a few more times until hands reach out from under the blankets and wraps around her waist. He rolls her untop of him, inspiring a weird shout out of Bella.

"ACK-!"

“Shh,” he says, “Wouldn’t want to wake your dad up-ow, hey!”

She’d punch him again and now the bed hisses and creaks because two weighted teenagers are wrestling determinedly atop of it. Bella definitely has the upper hand, not being wrapped in a blanket. She puts him in a good choke hold and punches him in the face a few times while he’s there for good measure

But Butch hates losing a fight, so eventually he unravells from his armadillo huddle to pin her in a head lock across his lap.

“Uh oh,” he whispers, raising his arm high above his head, she kicks, inadvertently sticking her butt up.

Perfect.

His hand crashes down loud. Loud enough for someone walking on the side walk yards away outside to here.

“You mother fuck-”

More wrestling until Butch pins her down, hands and feet, propped up over her.

“Yeah! Victory is mine!” he whoops quietly, rattling the bed and Bella underneath him. She still squirms. “Give up,” he says.

She shakes her head, laugh threatening to spill.

“Give up, or else I’ll kiss you-”

“Okay, okay I give up!”

“Yay! I win again!”

He lets go of her wrists and arm slowly, making sure she doesn’t retaliate. The bed squeaks obscenely as they get up, causing Bella’s face to heat up.

When she sits all the way up, she slaps him.

“Ow. Bitch.”

“It’s time to go home Butch.”

“But I don’t wanna,” he whines,

And honestly, Bella doesn’t want him to as well. She already knows, once he leaves it’ll just be quiet, boring and then she’d really have to go to sleep in her boring room.

But Butch couldn’t stay, that wouldn’t be right. What would her dad say if he were actually here?

“Where am I gonna sleep if you’re in my bed.” she crosses her arms.

He looks at the other side as if it’s obvious.

She snorts, “Dude, I am not-”

“I’m not going to do anything weird, I swear to God.”

Bella chuckles, “It isn’t that, it’s just… What am I gonna wear? This isn’t my usual night wear.”

She looked down at her hoodie and sweatpants dressed body.

(Ending idea: Butch and Bella share a bed, platonically. Butch says “i love you” “goodnight Butch” Butch farts. Laffter. End scene)

In the end, could this just have been a greens drabble?

Absolutely.

But would it have worked better with the greens?

...

...Absolutely. No doubt.

#Bellutch #Butchla #Bella Jevasteen

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