Butchercup One Shorts

Harsh Truth

I had shortly just woke up from bed, it had been one of those one time things, and to my alarm, I had a visitor, about to intrude in my short vacation of nothing. Butch, a nobody who's after me, a mindset that whistled off  'probably getting off, for some dumb bet...' Which is already more interesting then the guy involved in it. Which knowing me, only focusing on the word used 'bet'. Harsh, but yes it's true, the notification of the name 'Butch' plastered on my phone, I sighed hopelessly and checked it out, I might as well entertain myself with this goof-ball.
'You busy?' How convenient, I never will be
'Considering im on my only day off ever, im assuming you have something interesting to tell'
'Do I look like a dollar sign to you?'
'Not that you can afford to be'
'Charming'
'As always."
'Would it be weird to say, if you can help me out?'
'Naming in what price?'
'Depends on your stamina.'
'A dog?'
'Sadly not. I'm good with them'
'...Oh Butch, that is definitely out of my comfort zone.'
'It's not mine.'
'A kid is a kid, I'm not good with them.'
'I wouldn't be making this phone-call, if you wasn't'
'Stalker.' Was instantly what came to mind, I don't ever like putting in my personal hobbies with friends, or family. Because they would all judge a tad too much, till someone gets hurt, especially when it comes to the fellas I known for ages, since I was 3, if I had remembered correctly. It's personal for a damn reason.
'Come on Butters. I've seen how you care for them' Buttercup cheeks instantly blushed rosy red, by the profound message, it's embarrassing enough that it's known to her family, she's a nursery caretaker, but being acknowledged to one of the most popular boys in school....Is something she hasn't got the words to describe.
'How did you gather that information.' I replied in a stone cold fashion style of confrontation, as if I had any guts to feel that way right now, I've always tried to hid that factor of my life, I didn't want anyone to use, or play to their advantage of my weak spots, it's humiliating.
'A friend told, but it's as if that actually matters'
'Yeah right. (lying, sinking my teeth, crashing deeply to the bottom lip of mine) But what does that have to do with me?'
'Well I was hoping you could help me out for a bit, no?'
'Well if you was to pay like £30, then we can arrange that, yes.'
'Ouch, I'm guessing I'm not your friend then?'
'Do you really need a discount?'
'That hurts, but touché I don't, alright come over to my place at 2:30pm, I'll text you the address in a bit'
I rolled my eyes back, forcing my head to pressure against the cushion, I'm not for one exactly excitable when coming over to another guy's house, it's like putting a chest peice in a unfamiliar area. It's a sense of a nativity, I don't feel comfortable putting myself into, but you know, I'm like 17, I should get over that fear right?. That's what maturing is all about, if my older sister caught eye about this, she would presumably snitch for the better of my own 'safety'. As if I don't exist with identified unique abilities, and the sudden forgetfulness of strength, I still currently posses by continuously training. But no one blinks a single eye, and assumes the greatest fails of mine, which that is, 'I don't do anything worth while' well that's what I think anyways.
Enough of that depressing nonsense, I might as well get ready, one of the less entertaining ways to start with, listed as one of my iconic dislikes. Grabbing my singular black (graffitied from way ages ago) top effortlessly, that's right I'm half nude in bed, so what? I workout nearly every hour to pass time, it's disgusting to have myself sweating on my clean clothes every so often.
Brushing out my raven inky waves, I then picked up my black distressed shorts to put on for myself, placing a silver dedicate chain around my neck. Gradually pulling on my jade like green zip-up hoodie. And finally to start looking like I haven't just woken up from bed, I shrugged, to then threw on my black laced boots, and that was about it, I could've done more, if I actually cared what Butch had planning.

I had now figured where his house was, and it's all thanks to google maps. And yeah, as expected his house is somewhat, pretty huge, but I won't let him know I acknowledge that, just to troll him around for a bit. I knocked on the red but also tall door, I let out a small "hello?'  To then kinda hear a faint "one second", to hurried opening of the door unlocking, strange timing,
"You know...You've could've just got changed before opening the door"
"What? Not enjoying the scene?"
"I already got enough of that, on the internet..."
"What are you trying to suggest~?"
"Not intentionally Jesus...and enough of the teasing, you can save that energy with whatever troublemakers, you plan making me suffer through"
"Aww chin up cup, they aren't a known troublemaker in this house"
"So why I'm I here?"
"Well- Um....I- Did you still want the £30, or not?"
"Avoiding the question, that's very unlike you, I'll keep a record of this"
"Well I am unlike anything I've seen, quoted by my mom"
"Complimentary or an insult?"
"I'm sure she meant it genuinely"
"Anyhow, where's the kid?" Butch spoke clearing his throat, clearly getting agitated by Buttercup's insensitive retorts, but his strong demeanour hold no bother to it, as buttercup eye rolled carelessly.
I then felt the creaking door close behind me, Butch randomly had pinned me close, I felt a flicker of that hunger in his eyes, my heart burnt rapidly, in the state of needing hazard control, I tried to relax my muscles and of course, mind.
"What are you doing?" As was I definitely looking pink by the end of my sentence, nor did it look like this horny asshole could give a fuck, from violating my body, like this. 
"Real question, is there a kid?" His eyes glinting a forest green, longing for this moment, I felt his hand slid through the narrow cracks of my hand, holding me down, with such tunnelled force, he definitely trains just as much as I do.
"You jerk, do you know disgusting it is, for a guy to lie about something to trap a venerable young woman?" Even my reasoning didn't get through to such a sadistic type of man, I don't know whether I was into it, but I knew my mind was red flagging this type of behaviour, urging me to push him off me.
"Women? I think your mistaken sour puss, I just want you"
"Your really coming strong aren't you?"
"Do you mind?"
"Quite a lot actually" Gaining the confidence to pull him away, he shrugged it off, assuming that he had planned to let me go, 'when getting to my head' hadn't work as expected. Though his look turned colder then ice, does this bastard have bipolar or something?
"Did you enjoy that, or something?" Giving him the evils
"You should ask that yourself, you were the only one smirking like a hyena"
"Whatever turns you on, sweetheart."
"You- ?!
"Shh my baby cousin is here."
I saw the small little but older then expected girl run in joyfully, a sweet brunette who of course looked to be quite close with her cousin, by the bright smile that appeared on her face, when she finally glanced his way.
"Butchie~. ? Who's this?"
"Not a clue, why don't you ask her?"
"Erm, miss your not interested in my Butch, right?"
"She's quite bold for an infant."
"Aha, I wonder where that came from" he said under his breath in a coy manner, I rolled my eyes, I bent down
"So...If you don't mind, what should I address you as miss?"
"....Connie " her shy pretty face darkened, it was getting hard to make her embrace the newly visitor, which was me, Buttercup of course, most likely due to how intimidating of a women I can be in person, it's natural for this to happen.
"That's such a pretty name Connie" I smiled kindly, gesturing my friendliness, I didn't want to frighten her, her eyes a lightened up a bit, tilting her small head.
"...thanks...And yours?"
"You can just nickname me Butters, no one really refers to my actual name, unless it's serious, Aha~.."
"Don't scare her now cup, she's only 4" He teased
"Nothing you can't handle."
I snarled by nature, but I think I've might've effectively made him turn his cheek with a spray of rosy pink, suits him right, Good riddance to his teasing, the girl tugged on my arm, my attention came to hers instantly.
"Did you see that?" My heart drop, she wasn't as oblivious as judged, I tried not to react too much, but I felt caught in, with that smile from, Connie's small yet bubbly face, I froze. She definitely had a way getting into other people's skins, just like Butch.
"My Butch definitely has a soft spot for you" aha- how do I react when such a young girl, proposes such an absurd idea?
"Enough of that Connie, go play barbie and Ken somewhere else"
Is he flustered?
"Why? I've got the whole set here."
"Out!" She finally hit his nerve, and she ran away giggling nonstop, my emerald eyes shifted to Butch, his hand stroke, to then comb his unkept jet black hair. It was clear, he was nervous or stressed about something....The silence shadowed hard with realisation we both just missed the door close from her.
"She can be so embarrassing..." frustrated, he hadn't looked my way since his cousin left him alone for once. Walking to the near end of the room, where the kitchen was founded, opening the cold fridge to find a monster, smiling to myself, not sure why? I walked over to him in the end.
"Well being with a mini female version of yourself, isn't considered easy for anyone" I chuckled light heartedly, though heard nothing on Butch's end, almost paralysed, to seeming productive with whatever he had on mind.
"Hmm.." I hummed, my hands swept away naturally, overlapping his waist, I was hugging this creep, this weirdo, yet it felt so right in this somewhat 'moment', Butch being surprised, was actually normal for once.
"What are you doing?" Whispering softly, I tucked my head onto his back, I didn't really know what to say, was it wrong to do this? My heart had always followed first, Blossom was usually good at listening to her brain, but that was never me, is this me not maturing? I can never say the right words, my actions showed otherwise, it was always the biggest weakness about myself.
"I don't know....Seemed right."
"...You weren't talking, so I supposed i just wanted this, to be less awkward" That wasn't necessarily true, but I didn't want to look like the biggest weirdo behind him, his eyes rolled back, and took a deep breath, it was getting hot in here.
"Oh that's nothing....I'm usually like this, when I start really thinking"
"Was that then, just a distraction?"
"If that's how you look at it."
"Your so cold...."
"Dislikable?"  This tone of voice, felt very bittersweet, my eyes rolled down to the floor, my nerves catch better to speak up to him, if I had to admit, yes he was attractive, but even so, he made me feel so uneasy about everything, especially being here, but I don't mind small, but gentle moments like these, even when it gets complicated.
"I erm...It's easier to understand"
"But do you like this more?" Turning my side to his front, he was more him, I don't really know how to feel with this side. I barely have any time to process, unless that's kinda the point, our faces slowly built connection, till he stopped leaving me convinced he was completely unstable.
"Haha Yeah, this isn't my thing"
"But it felt warm..."
"Chin up, you'll get plenty of moments of that, if you like"
"Who said I liked it?"
"That expression of yours." His smirk enlarges, knowingly I wouldn't really have any good comment against that, though I wonder is being this total goober persona, is all what he really is? Or just a distraction to what he really is thinking? Two sides of a blurry coin maybe....Still yet I don't really know him, to evolve our deeper connection towards each other.
I blushed, was i that obvious that time? That's embarrassing,
"Well until now it was."
"Manipulative prick..."suddenly hearing a creak of the door opening, I brought back my hands to myself, if I hadn't been clear before, I would be redder if someone was to see this. Butch didn't hesitate to smirk cockily, though expectingly hating it so much, I gave him the glare, flashing my green pupils at him aggressively, but it didn't seem to hold him back a bit.
"I got bored, so I ran back" she mumbled out, holding onto, what it seems like a Repunzel doll, dangling beside her with a cheeky grin, yeah it fits her perfectly, definitely the adventurous girly, Butch rolled his eyes effortlessly.
"Is that how you see us as?" He sneered, the little doll-like character didn't look amuse at all by that comment, she shrugged effortlessly, coming closer beside us.
"Well no...But it's definitely interesting"
"Did you teach her this?" I wondered, Butch placed his hands up, with an merciful look
"No. But she has a older sister" oh that makes a whole lot of sense now,
"Hey how about we play a bit of makeup on your face Butchie?"
"Huh? I did not agree to that?"
"And when did you disagree"
"Since the beginning of my life Sour Puss"
"You talk a lot a puss, when it comes to a little bit of makeup."
"Funny now, but you're still not catching me with any blush on."
"Oh come on Butchie! It will be fun!" The little girl exclames, as her bushy brown curls pass behind her shoulders, though her older cousin wasn't convinced.
"This is definitely one-sided"
"Come on, your toxic masculinity won't be completely dead after this"
"But my rep and dignity will be." And with that he attempted to run to his room, up the staggering wooden stairs, but he was no faster then me, when it comes to speed. Huddled on top of him, resting on his back, to hearing Connor climb up to his head, sitting right on it.
We both heard a soft grown come out, as us girls just giggled in victor
"Let me go...."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a never."
"Well you've gotten 4 hours of this, before your brothers come home."
"Not like they would help.."
"Suit yourself."
With a sneer appearing on his face, he spin his body around, causing Connie to flop down, picking me up like a baby.
"Why not play with your face?" I yelped in surprise, pulling away to escape his tight grasp on my legs, and waist, it failed miserably.

-End of this one shot :), it's okay to hate this chapter because I left it on a abrupt ending, but I felt like it was a necessary for this type of story, even so enjoy it, because I don't necessarily make chapters anymore, but I will get to writing whenever I have time or inspiration, who knows, I might make a new story. But even so, always remember to take care my dear readers x

Date: 6th June 2024c 💚🖤