#teen beach movie butchy imagines

[heliads]

I’d like to request a Butchy x female reader one-shot. The reader is a biker and is dating Butchy. She has straight hair like Elena in season 1 of The Vampire Diaries and is dressed like Sandy in the “tell me about it, stud” scene from the movie Grease (black leather jacket, black shirt, black leather pants) but wears red boots instead of red sandals. In the musical number Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’, she sings the line “Two wheels and an open road. Wrapped in leather. Ready to go!”

have you ever wanted teen beach movie to be wandavision a horror movie? here you go :))

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Do you know what it is like to live inside a dream? One would not even know it was a fantasy if it was not called to their attention. The best part of a dream is that it feels so real you could die without ever knowing the truth. This is how it feels to live inside your story, but also why realizing that after all this time it was nothing but fiction was the rudest awakening you have ever been forced to witness.

You were never supposed to find out the truth. You’re certain of it now, days or perhaps years later when you look the same despite playing through the story an untold number of times. There are a thousand different showings before a thousand different audiences, all starting within minutes or hours of each other. It should be enough to keep your mind occupied long enough to forget every detail of how you are nothing but a character. It is not.

It has been all this time, however. At first, you’re not entirely sure what woke you from the story. It becomes apparent soon enough, but for the first time in what may be your entire life, or every one of your lives, you do not know the answer before the story ends. Perhaps it’s that feeling of uncertainty that makes you realize how little you know. The musical number outside your window has two extra dancers. Your boyfriend is not singing alone when he begins to mark the restaurant as his own. He always has been before.

You don’t have time to worry about that until after the song ends, though. Butchy is the leader of the bikers, he will always sing and you, as his girl, will always sing with him. You have never missed a step. He has never missed you.

What you miss is when the blond boy came into town. Staring at him is like looking out a window and belatedly realizing that the entire scene before you is clouded with rain. You do not know when the storm began, only that it is already over, and you have missed the entire thing. Something is wrong here, you think, and this boy may be the key to all of it.

Butchy does not miss your glance. He is only free to act on it, however, when the song ends, and he rushes to your side as soon as the plot allows. He takes your hand instinctively, for it has never belonged to anyone except him, not even for a mother or a father that your story didn’t make time to name.

“What’s with the new guy?” Butchy asks, eyes narrowed. He was written to be easily jealous a long time ago. He has never disappointed in his role.

You laugh, although you’re not sure that what he said was funny. “Who knows? Not sure I mind him being here, though. I’d love a fresh face.”

For the first time, you hear the sound of your own voice, truly hear it. Your words are shaped one way in your head, yet come out a different way, twanged into some sort of strong accent as if each sound were a guitar string plucked to perfection. You don’t know that you’ve ever heard an accent like that outside of your town, or specifically, outside of the bikers. It makes you feel like a caricature, some off shade of what could have been a perfectly normal character.

Butchy’s hand squeezes yours, making you focus again. You’re not sure if he’s dragging you back to reality or farther from it. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”

You nod quickly. “Perfectly perfect. Never been better.”

He smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You sure? My momma always said that I was a great listener, and I’d love to hear ya talk if you need it.”

You tilt your head at him. “Who is your momma? What’s her name, Butchy? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her before.”

Butchy’s smile falters. “What are you talking about?”

“When have any of us seen our parents outside of photographs?” You ask, voice trembling slightly. “Can you see her face in your mind? I can’t remember the color of my own mother’s hair.” 

That sort of detail was never in the story, and Butchy knows it. “Why would you ask that, Y/N?” He asks, keeping his voice careful. “Why are you asking it now?”

You tug at his hand. “Can we continue this conversation outside? Something about this place is messing with my head.”

It’s hard to focus inside Big Momma’s. You can sense that a song is about to start, but for the first time, you find that you can fight it, slip in between the chords and find a hiding place from the lyrics. Butchy follows you without question. He always has, even when not contained by the story.

Outside, the sky seems fractured, as if seen through broken glasses. One moment, you’re certain that it’s just as you left it when you went inside Big Momma’s for the bikers’ big song, around midday with the sunlight streaming down your shoulders. Then you squint and it’s dark again, getting ready for the next song. You’re caught in between moments, you realize, the break between chapters. You don’t know how long this will last, but you’ve never seen something like this before. Perhaps you were right, something truly has happened to wake you up.

Butchy seems to have realized it too. “What’s up with the town?” He asks, looking around him. There’s a surfer down the block who seems to have trouble putting his board up to dry. The boy raises it above his head to stack it on a picnic table only to drop it back to his side a moment later.

You feel your shoulders start to tense up. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.”

Your accent is slipping, the words less like a script and more like you.

Bucky finds time to smile in the midst of the madness. “Your voice sounds different. I like it.”

You smile back at him, and even if the action wasn’t written for you, it still feels right. “I like you, Butchy.”

He chuckles. “I should hope so, we’se been together for a long time.”

His voice drops as he mentions how long you two have been seeing each other. Butchy feels this too, you realize, the way that nothing has been real all this time.

You glance back towards the doors of Big Momma’s. “It’s those two new kids, isn’t it? The boy and the girl. They’re messing up our story.”

Butchy nods. “Think we can do anything about it?”

You shiver. “I don’t know that I want to. I haven’t said something for myself in a long time.” Perhaps never. You don’t know if you would remember a time before the story started holding your tongue.

Butchy pulls you close, and you can feel his heart hammering through his chest. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, but just in case they start changing things again, I want you to know something.”

You look at him, your foreheads pressed together. “What?”

Butchy opens his mouth to speak, but all of a sudden he’s gone. You stare at empty sand, his footprints already blowing away in the breeze. The story must be fighting to keep itself alive after all, forcing the town back on track. You’re supposed to be with your girls, he with his guys. You won’t see each other until the night falls for real and the dance begins.

When you open your eyes, Butchy’s little sister Lela is beaming at you. The only sign that she feels this too, this sudden disorder, is the single tear that falls from her eye before she turns to the new girl and starts to sing. After that, the music envelops her so deeply that Lela doesn’t have time to feel a thing. None of you do.

It is different, though, even with the story trying to reclaim all of you. There are slight missteps, moments in which the new girl, Mack, tries to tell you and your friends that boys don’t always have to be in charge. In those moments, you can feel the force of the story beating on your back, caving in your chest until you sing back that you know what boys like. It’s a song you’ve been singing for quite a while. You know all the words by heart.

It is worse after the dance. You do not realize why at first, until you start to remember more of the previous iterations of the story and compare all that went wrong. Lela should have been with a surfer, you think, but not the new surfer either. The story is changing. It does not like that, but it has no other choice. That, or to fold the newcomers into the story, and they like that even less.

You cannot escape the feeling now that something is wrong. It presses in on you like grease under your fingernails, begging to be named. Butchy does not leave your side. You are afraid that he will go and the story will take him so far away that he may never return.

In the end, it’s sort of fun to run along as the story fractures. You can sense it trying to heal itself, and you have no doubt that by carrying out the usual plot will allow the story to heal, but the road to get there is far longer and more treacherous than it has ever been before. That, and your map no longer seems to exist.

At last, though, Brady and Mack manage to find their way back through the water to their other world. You stand with Butchy just before it all falls apart. You have no doubt that the second Brady and Mack disappear back to their world, yours will revert back to normal, but for now you still have your free will. You’ve grown to like it, you realize. You don’t know if you’ll remember that when the story comes for you again.

You can feel the air start to pick up around you, the words rejoining into sentences that reorder the universe. As Brady and Mack draw further away, the story reknits itself, fragment by fragment. Soon, you won’t have much time left until it all begins again.

Butchy reaches for you as the last of your freedom falls apart. “This was fun,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re truly hearing the words or just feeling the vibration of his voice carry to you across the tumultuous sky. The wind is picking up, tearing disorderly plotlines apart and sticking them back into their proper places.

You smile back at him anyway. “It was,” you agree, “All I ever needed was you. This proved it.”

Butchy grins. You feel like you can see him clearly for the first time in a very long time, perhaps since the story first allowed you to meet during the first telling of your tale. His eyes are sharper than you remember, his smile broader. You can see him without edits, without changes. No decades have dulled his shine. You love him ceaselessly.

Some part of you is terrified that you will never be able to look at him the same way. The story has always forced a biker’s rose tinted shades over your eyes, but even the raw, harsh truth still paints Butchy in the loveliest colors to you. You can say it now, even after the next song begins. You love him. There is no plot compelling you to stay by him, but you hold on tight to his hand anyway.

Butchy must feel the same way, because even without his cues and stage directions, he’s only ever looking at you. This is love, you decide, that even after a thousand lifetimes of being forced together over and over again, he would still spend his last free moments by your side.

He shouts something to you, before it is all torn away. It is difficult to hear him through the whipping of the wind, the flipping of the pages back to the very start.

“I love you. Story or no story. I always will.”

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie

requested by @thornyrose463, hope you enjoy! no i cannot explain this either <3

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine being Lela’s best friend and Butchy having a crush on you

——— Requested by @natsugirl48 / Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“Butchy what are you still doing here?” Lela asked as she walked into the kitchen. Opening the cupboard, she pulled out two bags of chips before moving on to another one to look for a bowl. Once she found one, she moved on to the fridge where she got out a couple of bottles of pop. “I thought you were meeting with the Rodents at Big Momma’s.” 

“I’m going. I’m just waiting for Lugnut so we can head off. Why you in a hurry for me to leave?” Raising an eyebrow at her hurry for him to leave, he gave her a weird look. “Who’s coming over? I thought CheeChee and Struts weren’t free tonight.”

Letting out a scoff, she shot him a glare. “I have other friends outside of the Rodents. [Name] is coming over for a girl's night.”

Though they were the only people in the house, at the mention of his crush, Butchy stood up straighter and ran a hand through his hair. “[Name] is coming over?”

[1-a-b-1]

Teen Beach Movie? Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’?

In short, because I could go on a tangent, yes.

Milo = Butchy

Asher = Brady

David = the one person I imagine sitting in a darkly lit corner shaking his head at the absolute chaos ensuing.

[t0bey]

so i looked at your teen beach movie butchy mondo drawing and just imagined a surfer kiyotaka lmao

sad truth is that both biker AND surfers are too ooc for me to put taka in so hes just kinda not there

[griefbacon]

Childhood Movies Masterlist

Fluff - purple

Smut - red

Angst - orange

Imagine - green

The Outsiders:

Darry Curtis

Dallas Winston

Dollface

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy Curtis

Several Characters

Teen Beach Movie:

Butchy

SeaCat

Brady

Lela

[fictionalpeoplecompleteme]

I’m a bisexual girl and I’m in love with Julie so I was wondering if maybe u could write one where the reader thought she was straight but slowly realizes she’s bi and in love with Julie, reader comes out to parents and when they don’t accept she runs to Julie and they kiss and it’s kinda angsty but then BAM fluff

Title: Valid

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3234 (!!)

Warnings: homophobia !!, probs not well written angst omg

(A/N): not me saying im back and not being back i hate myself. yall, there’s no schedule i just post whenever im like, active and thats a really bad habbit that i should NOT keep doing istg. also au where the band never died, but theyre never mentioned. anyways ty ty TY to the sweetie who asked for this ! i literally squealed when i read this request. not this being 3k words umm help

You had your moments. Those weird moments where you didn’t know what you were feeling, especially to the person you were feeling those emotions to. Like this one time where it was a normal day watching Disney Channel and eating pizza (basically living the dream) and then a new movie popped up. “Teen Beach Movie” was the film, and let me tell you, when you saw Butchy AND Lela wearing leather, let’s just say you were confused why felt his way for both of them... it wasn’t right.

No, of course it was right ! You had these feelings for both genders, and your feelings were valid, so why wasn’t it right? Well, it was a simple answer. 

Your parents.

Of course, they didn’t down right say they hated the lgbtg+ community. Although they might as well have downright said that they did, because with the things they say,

“Why do they get a whole MONTH of pride?”

“Ugh, the gays are making it EVERYTHING about them.”

“Do they have to do that in public? Couldn’t they have waited until they got home?”

“Why would they put that in tv?! The kids are gonna watch that and think that they’re gay!”

Obviously you heard their views, and when you started to realize you somewhat fit in their hate demographic, you “decided” that you weren’t going to. And that’s how it has been for a long time.

RIIINNGG

Ugh, another school day.

“Kill me now.”

You got up your very comfortable bed, and did your daily routine. After you were finished with that and dinner, you were dropped off at the infamous Los Feliz High School. You were then greeted by your best friend, Octavia.

“Hey bestiee.” you joked.

“Hey rat.” Octavia said with the same energy. 

“So, did you finally finish atla last night?” you asked.

“Of course! To have a chance to see my husbands is a chance I’ll always take. Even started watching tlok! Mako does looks scrumptious not gonna lie.” she said, doing that weird tucking her hair behind her ear and having a look of thirst on her face. Its the fact that she basically always does that for me.

“Not you finishing atla AND starting tlok the very same night. I don’t think that’s normal.” you said shaking your head. 

“Lets just say that if I get diagnosed with insomnia, don’t be surprised.”

“I don’t think anyone would be.” you said while the both of you are putting your supplies in our locker.

“ANYWAYS, I’m sorry for you getting moved to Mr. G’s class. I know he can be very mean.” Octavia said sympathetically.

And it’s all true. Mr. G is basically known for being modern day Snape, favorites and all (especially to the popular kids). Considering you were fresh meat to his class, you were not looking forward to the inevitable insults. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can NOT stand the fact that I wasn’t even in his class in the first place, thinking I was safe, and then I got moved!” you yelled.

“I know, I know.” she said while putting her hands on your shoulder. “(y/n), if he even BREATHES in your direction, just tell me and I swear the next time I see him its on sight.” Octavia said with a very stern look on her face. “Honestly I can’t believe that the principle wouldn’t fire him, he has enough complaints for at least a suspension.”

“O, what would I do without you? And besides, don’t blame her. She genuinely tried to fire him. But I heard that he lawyered up to the point where he was basically untouchable.” you said.

“We lost.” “We truly did.”

Right after that conversation, the bell rang. 

“Good luck (y/n)! I love you !!” said Octavia while going to her 1st period class. 

“I love you too!” you yelled back.

Oh lord. Please please make this class bearable.

You walked to the door, and took a deep breath. As you went inside, not one second went by as you already got a taste of his scrutiny.

“Well well, if it isn’t the newbie! (y/n) (y/l/n). Just pick an empty seat as that’ll be the only way you’ll get someone to sit next to you.” he chuckled

You wanted to die right then and there. 

And it got worse as the whole class seemed to find that insult funny, considering that they all laughed. 

“O m gosh, Mr G. That was your best one yet!” said Carrie. Of course she had something to say. Not one situation where she kept her mouth shut and yelled her commentary to everyone in the room.

You shuffled your way to the back of the class, to find an empty seat next to this girl. She looked familiar, but not to the point where you knew her name. Though you wished you had. She looked quite.. pretty. With her amazing hair, and her beautiful eyes. Not to mention her face in general..

NO !

No. Of course you had these thoughts of her, she’s just naturally pretty, anyone would’ve thought that. You then put your backpack behind the seat and proceeded to sit down next to her. A few moments passed of you sitting next to the girl, until she said,

“Sorry about that. Mr G. can be very mean sometimes to everyone, -not that that’s okay!” she stuttered. “It’s just, don’t take it personally.”

“Er- thanks.”

“I’m Julie by the way! What’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“Nice you (y/n)! With each other, I promise you, we can get through his class.”

You smile at her. And Julie smiled back. of course she had to be nice too!

“Well Ms. (y/n), Ms. Molina, talking in my class? I’m not even mad, just surprised! Ms. (y/n) actually found someone to talk to!” said Mr. G.

Aaand of course, he has something to say again.

“I’m surprised she has anything to say at all, considering the amount of times you had already talked down to her. Just simply leave her alone.” said Julie with assert. 

You were shocked to say the least. And it showed to, having a look of disbelief all over your face.

“Um, wel- uh, Ms. Molina, keep that mouth closed, if you don’t want to spend your lunch in detention.” said Mr G. 

You were honestly very glad that she stood up for you in that moment. A little too glad, because in that time, the feelings started to flood in.

Of course, why wouldn’t it! She was just simply nice to you and you had already developed whole feelings for her! But was it exactly bad? Sure, your parents deemed that it already was, but that didn’t mean that you had to. This is who you were, a human being with valid feelings, and there was nothing wrong with that. So with this whole situation, you said with a big smile,

“Thank you.” 

Hey, you never said you were good at speaking with other people. But I don’t think it mattered to Julie, because she had returned your smile, and in that moment you realized you can find yourself deeper in love.

The two of you really had bonded during class time. Sure, you can say that you both flirted but you were never really good at figuring that out, even when you were flirting with boys (it had always been Octavia’s job to figure that out.) But considering the things she said to you.

“I love your hair!”

“You have very nice hands.”

“Your eyes are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c).”

After class, you both knew that you liked, liked each other. But that's where the hard part came in, actually confessing. To be totally honest, you could barely manage confessing to a boy, imagine with Julie? Although you were happy to know that Julie had already thought about this, because when you both walked out the door, she took your hand and guided you to the music room, where the both of you were alone.

Both of you were facing each other. You could tell she was nervous, cause she was playing with her hands, and didn’t seem to try to make eye contact with you.

“(y/n), I know we just met this class,” she said, both chuckling, “but would you like to get coffee with me sometime?”

Oh boy, she actually asked you out! Don’t get you wrong, you were happy! In spite the fact that you had your parents to worry about. So with that, knowing all that was at risk, you still said with full confidence,

“I would love to.”

Julie gave you the biggest smile you had yet to see. She moved a strand of hair out of your face and then proceeded to hold your hands.

“It’s a date! How about at 4 after school?” she said.

“The perfect time.”

After exchanging numbers, you both felt ecstatic, the both of you just left the room with the biggest grin. You couldn’t believe that you had gotten a date with Julie! Now I know that you’re gonna say that you should’ve told Julie about your situation with your parents, but she looked so happy that you couldn’t possibly have ruined the moment with that.

After that amazing moment, you had managed to spot Octavia in the hallway. You walked up to her like you normally would, though this time you had a scared expression. You had never come out before. Though you thought the possibility of keeping this from your parents, this wasn’t something you could keep from her. So walking up to her, you just blurted out the truth, without a second thought.

“Hey! How was Mr-.”

“I’m bi!”

She seemed stunned after a second, but only a second as she bursted out laughing out of nowhere.

“Um-”

“Oh my gosh, the way that was the way you came out to me! It’s the disorganization for me.” said Octavia, while wiping her tears away.

“Wait-, you don’t care?” you asked confused.

“Do you want me to be bothered or something?” she asked in a more sarcastic tone.

“Well no- it's just- I don’t know, I was just scared I guess.”

“Listen,” she said sternly while again putting her hands on your shoulders as a way to comfort you. “I will love you no matter who you love. Understand?”

“And I you. The problem is my parents. I know what they think of people like me, and it’s not good. How am I going to survive this ughh.”

“They’re your parents, I’m sure it’ll be a shock to them, but if they truly love you, they’ll accept you.”

“Thank you Octavia, what will do without you?”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.”

After you finally finished your classes, you nervously went to the front of the school to wait for your mom to pick you up. You felt so nauseous, to the point where you were sure that you were going to throw up right there. After waiting for 5 minutes, your mom pulled up. You got in the car and you felt so nervous that you were just silent the whole car ride. Your mom for sure took notice.

“Hey sweetie, you’re alright?” said your mom.

“Yeah, I just don’t feel so well.”

“Oh, are you alright? Did you eat something bad maybe?”

“Yeah, probably something during lunch.”

And after that the conversation fully stopped as your mom noticed you were not in the mood to talk.

You finally got home and you felt even worse than before. You dreaded this moment, and just felt like passing out. As you got inside, you quickly went inside your room, not bothering to say hi to your dad. You put your stuff on the ground and just started to really think about this.

They’re my parents! Like Octavia said, they should still accept me, I’m their child. And if they don’t? They have to, right?

Right?

You finally built up the courage to go outside your room and go to the kitchen, where both of you parents were.

“Mom, dad? I need to tell you something.” you said, basically shaking.

“Sure, what is it sweetie?” said your dad.

And without a second thought, you just blurt it out?

“I’m bi!”

It was dead silent. And that scared you. 

The part that truly scared you? Hearing the words that you had been dreading to hear.

“You’re pranking me, right?” you dad chuckled, as if it was a joke.

That’s when you started to get a little irritated. You knew how your parents were, so this reaction was inevitable. So considering all the preparation, you still got mad. 

“Why would this be a prank?!” you said with an “attitude” (that’s what your parents would say at least, although you were just simply defending yourself).

“Honey, as much I love you, this isn’t natural.” said your mother with a normal tone, which you could argue was just as scary as an angry tone.

“If you actually loved me, you would accept me as I am!” you said, starting to actually get aggrieved.

“Don’t yell at your mother like that!” said your father, who actually stood up from his chair.

“I wouldn’t need to be yelling, if you would actually accept me for who I am, not all this!”

“LISTEN, I’m sure this is just a phase. You either change your ways or you are no longer considered my daughter! No daughter of mine would feel such a disgusting thing!” your father yelled.

That’s when you lost it, you knew that no matter what you did, they would never change their way. That’s why you just let it out, because they would never change their way, so why not just let it all out?

“You know what?! I’m going to leave! I rather be homeless than to live in a house with you two! My two parents who don’t even accept me, WHO DON’T MAKE ME FEEL LOVED OR VALIDATED!” you yelled.

At that point you were shaking and crying. With the anger that you were feeling inside you didn’t even think to get any clothes or basic necessities, you just grabbed your phone and just ran out with your parents yelling your name. But you didn’t care, you were not going back there, that’s for sure.

After that horrible fight, you went to a park that was near your house. You went inside a private bathroom that was thankfully unoccupied, cause if it wasn’t, you were pretty sure that you would’ve broken down right then and there. Once you had gone in there, you surprisingly didn’t cry. You just held it in, and really thought about your situation. You realized that it was pretty stupid of you that you didn’t get your belongings and then left the house. Oh! And that you were pretty much homeless.

After a good thinking session, you did the most sensical thing you could do in that situation. 

You called Julie.

Now I know what you’re thinking! ‘Why Julie, why didn’t you call Octavia instead?’. Well it was pretty simple, you just desperately wanted to see Julie. You pressed on her contact, not really knowing what was coming with it. What if she thought you were weird? What if she laughed at you? What if she felt weirded out with you and then blocked your number? What if-

“Hello?”

“Julie?” You sounded pretty distraught, so it wasn’t surprising when she sounded concerned herself once she heard your voice.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

“Julie, this might sound really weird, but something really bad happened and you were the only person I could think to call! If you’re busy I’m sorry I won’t-”

“Hey! I’m sure everything’s going to be fine. Where are you?”

You took a deep breath, you were just thankful she didn’t block you right then and there. “I’m at the park in (street name).”

“Okay, just stay right there and I’ll come and get you.”

When the call ended, you walked out of the bathroom and sat on swings, waiting for Julie. After you waited, for what seemed an eternity, you saw her.

Julie.

She spotted you in the swings, and gave you the sweetest smile. She walked closer to you and stretched out her hands, which you took. After just staring at each other, she gave you the biggest hug, which (not gonna lie) you just really needed. Much to your disappointment, she let go of you, she swung an arm around you, and started walking to her house. The both of you didn’t say anything, but you guys didn’t need to, the peaceful silence was nice.

The both of you then arrived at her house. That’s when you started to panic, you weren’t looking forward to bother her family. 

“Are you sure we can go in the house?” you asked 

She gave you a chuckle, “I think we can go to my house.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother any-”

“Hey.” She proceeded to grab your hands and then moved to cup your face. “Everything’s going to be okay, my dad and brother aren’t home, and even if they were, you would absolutely be greeted with open arms.” she said,

You both went inside the house and then inside Julie’s room. She motioned to sit on her bed and you did. She sat next to you and then held your hand, intertwining with each other.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me.”

You took a deep breath, and just let all your feelings out. “It’s just my parents were never really supporting of the lgbtq community, so it was stupid of me to actually think they would have any other different reaction. And the fact that they would react like that? To say such cruel things? I just..- I don’t know, is it wrong for me to feel bad?”

“They’re your family, of course you would have this sensation of feeling bad. But I just want you to know that they’re in the wrong, not you. Any sane person would think that, everyone just wants to be accepted. Just know this,” she said while leaning closer, your hands still intertwined. “you are valid, so many people love you no matter who you love.” she said while moving a strand of hair out of your face.

You continued to smile, but looked into Julie’s eyes with so much adore. And the best part was, she was looking at you the exact same way.

Without a second thought, you decided to just go for it. You kissed her. The kiss was passionate, and sweet. Julie then gave soft kisses to you cheeks and knuckles, murmuring comforting words such as “it’s okay” “you’re alright” “i’m here”. 

After pulling away you both looked at each other, and then you offered your favorite pastime.

“Can we go to sleep? I just wanna sleep the stress away.”

Julie chuckled and then agreed. You both got into a position of Julie laying down while your head rested on her chess, and her holding you. While you were half asleep, you said those three words,

“I love you.” 

You were half asleep, so you didn’t understand the severity of the action, but before you fully drifted, you heard these words coming out of her mouth.

“I love you too.”

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[dreamypeaches]

if sarah cameron is lela, does that mean that rafe is fucking butchy?? holy fuck, imagine rafe and jj in cruisin for a bruisin

it’s been so long since ii’ve watched teen beach movie but the idea is fucking hilarious

[heliads]

Butchy Masterlist

The Story Knows - Based on this request: "Butchy x female reader one-shot. The reader is a biker and is dating Butchy." Also I added wandavision vibes for no good reason. Imagine

Best Friend’s Brother - Based on this request: “butchy x reader? maybe the reader is also a biker and visiting her friend lela and butchy tries to flirt with her but shes not having it until he eventually wears her down?” Imagine

[heliads]

heyyyyyyyy.... would it be possible to do a butchy x reader from teen beach movie? maybe the reader is also a biker and visiting her friend lela and butchy tries to flirt with her but shes not having it until he eventually wears her down?

literally rewatched teen beaches 1 and 2 so that i could properly write this and AA i forgot how good they are! thank you for the req anon

masterlist

Start your engines, everyone. It’s time to see a friend.

You are arriving at the beach late at night, heading down past the boardwalks and clusters of kids in surf shorts. By the time you pull up outside the door of a beachfront restaurant familiar only through photographs, the stars have long since started to outshine the sun.

You’ve been driving for a while, but you don’t mind the chance to have a road trip all to yourself. There might never be another mode of transportation half as fun as your motorcycle, although perhaps that’s just the biker in you.

According to your good friend Lela, bikers are well received here, although your arrival does make something of a stir. You can feel curious eyes flocking to your bike, checking it for underinflated tires or grease marks or anything that could mark you as ‘less than’ in their eyes.

One of the bikers is even bold enough to approach you directly, holding up a hand as if to help you off your bike. You consider his unspoken offer, then jump off by yourself.

The boy appears undaunted, flashing you a chrome-bright grin. “Hey there, stranger. My name’s Butchy, and I’d love to get yours.”

You arch a brow, unbuckling your helmet and fastening it back on the handlebars of your bike. “Y/N.”

The boy’s smile deepens, if possible. “Y/N. I like that name.”

“Thanks,” you say, “I think.”

You move to walk past him and into the restaurant, but the boy just follows you. “Say, if you’re new here, I wouldn’t mind showing you around.”

You fix him with your best cool stare. “Are you like this with every girl you meet?”

Butchy winks. “Only the pretty ones.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “That sounds about right.”

This time, you do manage to make it past Butchy and into Big Momma’s. Instantly, you’re enveloped in a wave of colors and noise. The place is warmly lit, and full of kids hanging around and talking. You see both surfers and bikers, which is a welcome surprise, all mingling throughout the restaurant.

More importantly, you see Lela. She’s talking to some blond surfer who looks like he’s been pulled out of a fairy tale or magazine cover, although she beams the second she notices you’re here and instantly runs over to say hi.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!”

You’re engulfed in a hug, and manage to choke out that you’re glad to see her too around layers of pink ruffles and perfectly glossed hair.

Lela leans back, delighted. “Oh, I knew you would like it here. There are so many people I need you to meet. Seems like you already talked to my brother, though.”

Confused, you follow her line of sight until it lands directly on Butchy. You pause for a moment to think this through, then gasp in something not entirely unlike horror.

“This guy is your brother?” You ask, eyes wide.

Butchy grins. “Try not to sound so disappointed, sweetheart. I’ve been told that we’ll get along just fine.”

You shoot him a dark look. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Lela just smiles, either unaware of the preexisting tension or delighting in it. “Well, I’m glad you already have one friend, Y/N. Say, I hate to leave so early, but I need to go sing. It’s very important to have the right mood in a place like Big Momma’s, you know.”

Before you can stop her, or perhaps beg her to take you with her, Lela swooshes off to the stage at the other side of the restaurant to begin a jazzy number.

Butchy holds out a hand to you as couples start to fill the floor. “Can I have this dance?”

You arch a brow. “Can I say no?”

He grins. “Only if you like hurting Lela’s feelings.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but reluctantly follow him to the dance floor. “That seems like cheating.”

Butchy shrugs. “Not if both of us are having a good time. Say, I love this song. ‘Falling For You’ has such a pleasant melody, it might be my favorite song yet.”

You eye him cautiously. “Do you know any songs other than this one?”

Butchy pretends to think. “Not sure that I do. That definitely makes it my favorite, though.”

You laugh in spite of yourself, and despite your attempts to turn the sound into a cough, Butchy still beams as if you’ve awarded him the highest compliment.

“Are you laughing at a joke I made? We might be doing better than I thought.”

You elect to focus on the steps of the dance instead of making direct eye contact with him. “I’m sure I was laughing at you, not with you. There’s a difference.”

Butchy spins you, then makes sure to step just a little closer as he does it so you have no choice but to lean against him for balance. “I’m sure there is.”

You reach for some sort of antagonistic comeback, but, disappointingly, you come up short. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about this other than looking even more pleased with himself, but still.

It looks like Lela’s getting to the end of her song, so Butchy guides you into a quick dip. “Looks like you literally fell for me, huh?”

You frown, even as he pulls you upright again. “I didn’t fall, you leaned me down. That doesn’t make any sense.”

Butchy sighs dramatically. “It’s an important thing here, you wouldn’t understand. Just go along with it.”

The song is over, but he still hasn’t let you go. For some reason, even the lightest touch of his hands on your arms and waist is enough to keep you motionless.

A hesitant cough to your right startles you from whatever trance you seem to be trapped in. Glancing over hastily, you realize that another biker is looking at you hopefully.

“I was wondering if you wanted to dance.”

The new boy quails under the depth of the glare Butchy sends his way. You, however, just flash him the sharpest smile you can.

“I’d love to dance.”

You make sure to fill the word ‘love’ with as much feeling as you can, and it does the job. Butchy’s face drops immediately, and he looks just about ready to deck the new boy, even if they’re a part of the same biker gang.

In an effort to avoid friendly fire, you leave Butchy’s arms and walk a little ways away with the other boy. Even after the next song begins, which you’re fairly sure is just another rendition of ‘Falling For You,’ you still can’t seem to shake Lela’s brother from your mind. Maybe it’s because your new partner isn’t quite as good at dancing, or his lifts don’t take you quite as high.

Or, maybe it’s because you like being able to mess with Butchy just as he’s messing with you. Regardless, you try to put it out of your mind. You’re here to visit Lela, not flirt with her brother.

When Lela finishes performing, you head over to her, intent on shaking the whole Butchy situation from your head under the cover of a good conversation with a friend. Lela, however, doesn’t appear to be letting you off that easily.

She smiles knowingly at you after taking a sip from her strawberry soda. “You know, you seem to be getting along with my brother quite well.”

You scoff a little too loudly. “No, that’s crazy. He’s so annoying.”

Lela raises an eyebrow. “You guys have been staring at each other practically nonstop since you walked through the door. I mean, I’d hate to say anything–”

She hesitates at the sheer ferocity of your gaze. “Alright, I do love saying things. Point is, you guys wouldn’t be the worst together. I think you’re more alike than you think.”

You shake your head firmly. “I would never go near Butchy in that sort of way. I mean, girl code, you know? You can’t date your best friend’s brother.”

Lela shrugs. “That’s assuming that I don’t know about it. I think there’s a girl code loophole in which I’m fine with you dating Butchy.”

In fact, she might be more than just fine with it, judging by the hopeful looks she keeps shooting you. You sigh with more than a touch of theatrics.

“I don’t want to think about boys, Lela,” you say, “I want to talk with my friend. Besides, Butchy’s probably just doing the run-of-the-mill flirting stuff he does with every new girl who stops by.”

Lela shakes her head. “Actually, I’ve never seen him like this before. That could be because no one new ever comes here other than Brady and Mack that one time, but still. I wouldn’t chalk it all up to him being annoying.”

You can’t quite argue with that, so you just purse your lips and change the topic of conversation. Lela looks at you with an infuriating spark in her eyes that tells you she knows exactly what’s going through your head, but thankfully, she doesn’t bring it up again.

You end up talking to Lela for a while, and get to know at least a few of the other bikers and surfers. After a couple hours, though, the late night starts to wear on you, and the constant music in the background of Big Momma’s changes from charming to just loud. You wave goodbye to Lela and discreetly remove yourself from the restaurant.

Instantly, you’re doing better. The night air is crisp and cool compared to the heat inside the diner, and your lungs quite like the change. You take off your shoes, plopping them in the sand so you can walk down further towards the beach.

The sky is clear out here, so far from the rest of the cities, and you can see stars for miles and miles. You can name a few constellations; others are utter strangers. Still, you find that you like to watch them. Maybe you’ll find a new celestial arrangement that will be yours, and yours alone.

A voice at your side makes you jump. “Had enough of us already?”

You glance over to see Butchy, although for once, his presence doesn’t irritate you, if it ever did.

He winces at your surprised movement. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shake your head. “No problem, I think I was a little zoned out. It’s a nice enough night that I wasn’t paying attention to much else than myself.”

Butchy smirks. “You’re pretty enough that I can understand that.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing. Maybe he’s wearing you down after all.

A sudden sea wind rolls across the beach, and your laugh turns into a shiver. You do your best to hide the gesture, but Butchy still notices, and pulls his leather jacket off in one smooth motion.

“Here, take mine.”

You remain stock-still while he places it around your shoulders, and you pull it towards you instinctively.

“Won’t you be cold?” He’s only wearing a t-shirt, after all, and it must be thin; you can see every line and curve of his muscles.

Butchy shakes his head. “You’re hot enough that I’ll stay warm anyways.”

This time, you blush alongside your smile. “Don’t you ever get tired of coming up with those pickup lines?”

“You’re assuming that I’m only saying them to make fun of you,” he comments, “I’m not.”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “Then why do you say them?”

Butchy spreads his hands. “Because they’re true. Also, you always have to say something back to them, and that gives me an excuse to keep talking to you.”

Your shoulders shake with the laugh, and you can feel Butchy’s eyes on you, following the movement. “You could have just asked if you wanted to talk, you know?”

He thinks about this, then frowns. “I don’t know that you would have taken me up on that offer. You seemed to despise me when I first went up to you.”

You can’t deny this. “Yeah, but I’m better now.”

Butchy’s grin is back, full-force. “Yeah, I think you are.” He glances around, as if checking to make sure no one is watching, then turns back to you. “Say, I know you’re not going to be here forever. Can I get your number so we can talk later?”

You smile, reaching inside your pocket for a faded scrap of paper so you can write down the necessary digits. “Absolutely. You have to promise that you’ll call, though.”

Butchy takes the paper with a smile. “Easy. I’ll call so often that you’ll be sick of me.”

Couldn’t happen, you think. Even when he was doing his best to stay on your mind, you still ended up falling for him, just as promised.

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