𝐕𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, one shots & headcanons

Butch DeLoria

PART I.

"I can show you a real tunnel snake, Y/N." Butch winked as you walked passed him. He wasn't surrounded by the usual gang, but still held a stupid cocky smirk on his face, as he knew he could get you riled up without them.

The line sounded awfully familiar, then it clicked. You've heard him say that at least three other times with the other girls your age. You roll your eyes, not interested. "Can't come up with a new line, Butch?"

He scoffed, not expecting you to already know of that signature statement. "Whatever, Nosebleed. I'd like to see you come up with something better."

"I don't even have to try. You stare at my tits when you think I'm not looking, anyway. You would enjoy anything I say." You make your claim, seeing his cheeks instantly tint red.

"I— I do not! You're just— Well, you—" he was at a loss for words, stumbling over each and every one of them from the embarrassment over you calling him out. "It's not my fault, they're— they're right there!"

"Right here?" You ask innocently, pointing to your chest and letting out a laugh as he groaned.

"You're a fuckin' tease."