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aclosetfan · 1 year

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a/n: ok, i want to explore the other green relationships, starting with Bubs and Butch. This one has actually been in my drafts for a while, but given the recent asks I received, I was motivated to finish it! I don't know what pairing I want to do next, but I think it'll involve Buttercup.

Edit: so sorry I forgot to put content warnings!!! Minor violence, minor blood, crude reference to self harm towards the end when talking to Buttercup

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“Butch?” Bubbles sighed, sitting down next to him in biology. He looked up briefly from the homework he was copying from Elmer, who had had very little choice in the matter.

“Busy,” He huffed at his lab partner, “copying.”

Bubbles visibly paled, “Holy cannoli, we had homework?”

He pushed the assignment between them, and in a puff of her typical glitter, he sneezed, and she unfolded her notebooks to scramble through the assignment.

“When did we get homework,” Bubbles whined. “This is totally unfair! Ms. Diaz needs to make things more clear!”

Butch shrugged, feigning ignorance, but they had been assigned the homework two days ago. Bubbles had (likely) been texting, and Butch had (likely) been sleeping when it was assigned. He only knew now because he had weaseled it out of Elmer.

It didn’t matter much to Butch either way. Typically, he chose not to do the homework. In fact, he preferred other people doing it for him, but this year his lab partner was Bubbles, and she never did the homework either. He didn't think it was because Bubbles was a “bad” student like him but because she was flat-out fucking oblivious.

She hadn't been his first choice of lab partner. Frankly, she hadn't even made the list. If he had been able to choose, he would have been lab partners with Elmer, the smart kid in their class; that way, he wouldn't have to track him down every day before class to threaten the homework answers out of him. Ms. Diaz, however, didn’t seem to understand Butch's desire to cut out steps, so she partnered him with Bubbles. It had to do with her having superpowers and not being afraid of him. Butch couldn’t figure out whether that was a good thing, but Ms. Diaz had thought it was a promising fit.

To say the least, as lab partners, the two of them were far from being the class's shining example. Bubbles cried when they had to dissect animals. He was a little too into it. Together, though, they were both sporting a very solid C- in the class, which was his highest grade that semester.

“Oh, this just isn’t my day!” Bubbles' bottom lip quivered, and he sighed because that meant she was about to cry, and he’d be the one stuck listening to it all class period, which, sure, he was always stuck listening to Bubbles but still.

All she did was talk and talk and talk. She was worse than Boomer.

“First, Blossom was hogging the bathroom,” Bubbles began, listing events off with her fingers, “and when I finally got downstairs this morning, Buttercup ate the last yogurt! Ya know what she suggested I eat instead? Guess! Just take a wild guess!”

He sighed again because she wouldn’t move on with her story until he actually did guess, “Egg—“

“Eggs and bacon!” She huffed, “And do you know why that’s a stupid idea!”

“Because you’re a vegeta—“

“Because I’m a vegetarian!” She threw her hands into the air, “Then, I was late to first period, and then second, which was totally not my fault because I had to—“

“Reapply your makeup,” He finished for her because he already knew Bubbles had gym first period, which she swore was the most unfair thing in the history of the universe.

“Reapply my makeup!” She agreed shrilly, “And then I realized I forgot my lunch, so I went to buy something, but ya know what? There are no vegetarian options, and I’m—“

“—you’re a vegetarian—“ he nodded despondently.

“—I’m a vegetarian! And now, we had homework, and I didn’t even know!”

“Speaking of, don’t copy it so much.” He reminded her as he brushed lingering piles of glitter off his shoulders, and she erased answers four and five, putting down some sort of bullshit numbers into the answer box.

“And to top it all off,” she sighed, nibbling on the cap of her glitter gel pen (baby blue, obviously), “I went to the bathroom today, the one on the second floor, after lunch, and guess what?”

He stopped copying his homework and gave her an odd look because her voice had gone flat and her face had fallen, which was weird because she was a rather animated speaker.

“What?”

She pushed her phone towards him, and with a frown, he looked down to examine the picture on the screen. The picture was partly covered by the nonstop text notifications Bubbles received (far more than he’d ever receive in a month, maybe more), but he recognized that it was a picture of a bathroom stall door. Scrawled on it in black Sharpie was one of those "who’s hot and who’s not" lists, and he snorted. He knew that bathroom.

“You went into the boys' bathroom?” A grin crawled across his face, “What? Did you get stuck in there?”

Her face went scarlet, “Be quiet! It was an accident!”

He laughed, “Oh, that is rich coming from you!”

“Butch! I’m serious!”

“I am too!”

“Fine, then I’m not telling you the rest!” She pouted, snatching her phone back.

“There’s more?” He blinked, smile stretching, “Tell.”

“No.” Bubbles huffed, turning away, “You’ll only laugh at me.”

“No, I won’t.” He lied.

“You say that every time,” She whined, sinking lower into her chair, “but you always laugh!”

“Fine,” He shrugged, changing tactics, “don’t tell me. I really don’t care.”

He turned to his homework and started back up his copying efforts. Before long, Bubbles was casting a side-eyed look at him, which he ignored. A few seconds later, she began fidgeting in her seat, mumbling to herself. When that didn’t get his attention, she started sighing audibly, turning this way and that in her chair, until finally—

“I can’t believe you’re not even gonna try!” She threw her hands up in defeat, “I’m so obviously distraught!”

He hid his smirk, "You're the one who doesn't want to tell me."

She nibbled on her pen in thought, looking away from him and down at her work as if weighing her options. Then, finally, she sighed, scribbling something down on her paper before shrugging.

"Okay, fine, I need to tell someone, and you are the only person, I dunno, who I'd figure would be, you know, honest about it, so—" She looked over at him, her baby blue doe eyes batting up at him, and it was his turn to look away, "—don't go easy on me."

He rolled his eyes, embarrassed all of a sudden but strangely flattered.

"Well," he said, pretending to be more interested in Elmer's homework, "lay it on me, then."

"Okay," She whispered, leaning closer to him, "as a joke, I put my name under the cute list because why not, right?"

He hissed, "Bad move."

“I know! She cried, "Because I get done, the cost is clear—"

"Wait," He interrupted, "you actually went to the bathroom? In that stall?"

"Well, duh? I had to pee. Why else do people go to the bathroom?"

There were plenty of other reasons, like drugs, or sex, or not having a friend to sit with at lunch, but whatever, she didn't need to know about that last one.

"The last guy who took a shit on that toilet ended up getting worms. Just saying." He informed her instead.

"Ugh, that's not—wait. What?" Bubbles squeaked, doing a double take as she paled, flushed, and then paled again.

"Yeah," he nodded grimly, "you’re gonna wanna get that, like, checked out, not gonna lie."

"Worms!?" This time she practically screeched. Butch looked around at the rest of their classmates, but hardly a single one reacted, so used to his and Bubbles' antics. The few that did look over, he promptly flipped off, snickering.

"Bubbles, dammit, of course not. You're so fucking gullible." He stuck out his tongue at her glowering face and tacked on, "The worm stall's like three down from the hot/not list. Honestly, if you're gonna use the boys' bathroom, learn the lore."

"Butch!" She yelled again, quickly looking around, "I said not so loud!"

"Get over it." He sniffed, laughter quieting into the occasional chuckle, "So you added your name to the list? What happened next?"

"Yes, okay," She nodded, moving on, "and when the coast was clear, I went to wash my hands, but before I could dash out, other people came in! So I ducked into another stall and waited! And one of them walks right past me into the stall I was just in and starts telling the other guy that he was going to take the fattest poop of his life—and like, I'm panicking, right? This can't be happening to me! I'm right there next to him—but he doesn't actually poop because then he goes, 'Oh, dude, check this out!' And the other guy's, like, 'I'm peeing.' And he's like, 'No, seriously, come check out this bull poop,' and the other guy's like, 'I'm not going to check out your poop, butthole,' but, okay, they're like cussing, so all of this is much cruder in person—"

"I figured."

"—right, so the guy not-pooping is like, 'Fudge off, dude, I ain't going to show you my poop! It's the list! Someone wrote something on the list without prior approval,' and the pee guy is like, 'Whaaaaaa without prior approvaaaal!?'

"It’s a four-week approval period," Butch nodded, "there’s a board and a vote. No one fucks with it. I could get kicked off the board for just telling you."

"You’re on the board!?" Her eyes went wide.

"I'm on the board."

He wasn’t on the board. There was no board. Bubbles was just too easy to fuck with. The list she was referring to was started by Tyler Masterson and his douchebag friends. All the “hots” were the girls they wished they could sleep with, and all the “nots” were basically the list of girls who had rejected them. It was pretty biased, in Butch’s opinion.

"Oh," she said quietly, "I guess I'm really proud of you for getting on the board. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"I guess then you'll have to hear this story all over again when they tell you, but don't worry," Her voice fell flatter, "because you won't have to vote to remove me. After the poop guy convinced the pee guy to go into the stall with them, they both started cursing up a bigger storm and were like, 'Who thinks Bubbles is—" Her voice broke, "—is hot! She looks like a clown,' and the pee guy was like, 'A fat clown!' And so, they circled m-my name and moved to the not section, and—and—and—"

She was quiet for a long thirty seconds, longer than she ever had been before. Then, she looked at him with watery eyes and asked, "Do you think I’m cute?”

He gave her the once over. Bubbles' was the walking embodiment of the Claire’s jewelry shop. Her teary eyes went intensely wide as he took in her campy glittery makeup and the massive collection of scrunchies and bracelets that covered her arms. Her tastes were far too rainbow-y and girly for him, but she hadn’t once ratted him out for stealing other people’s homework and had a mean right hook.

Bubbles was an enigma of sorts. There were parts of her that he figured he could be very attracted to if she wasn’t Bubbles. And so far, she was the best lab partner he had ever been stuck with, even if she cried too much, talked too much, was oblivious, and didn’t let him stab the dissection frogs repeatedly with scalpels.

And sure, yeah, she had pretty eyes. Insanely pretty, electric blue eyes that were also creepy in a piercing, looking right into his soul, kind of way, so ignoring the heat racing up his neck, he answered honestly with a short nod, “Like, in an intense way.”

Her face lit up, and right when she opened her mouth to say more, Ms. Diaz's hand hit the top of their shared lab desk, causing both of them to jump. She tsked at the two of them as she snatched Elmer's homework and slapped them with an afternoon of detention. But, of course, Bubbles got off the hook because she and her sisters were called out that afternoon to save the day.

He would have gone to detention himself if she had been there, but in the end, he skipped it. What were the teachers going to do? Most of them were scared of him anyway.

Besides, he had other fish to fry.

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Bubbles wasn’t at school the next day, which was fine, considering Butch hadn’t yet executed his plan of attack, but it made him unhappy nonetheless. He had been stuck doing their lab that day all by himself, and she knew explicitly how much he hated doing work.

In the back of his head, the polite part of him—the part that may have tolerated Bubbles more than the rest of him—worried for other reasons. When that small part of him wouldn’t shut up, he pulled out his phone and ignored his math teacher’s feeble requests for him to put it away. Instead, he opened his meager contact list of five and clicked on Bubbles' name.

She had stolen his phone and put herself there, demanding they needed “cute” matching contact pictures. The picture was of the two of them at their usual table in biology. Bubbles took up 90% of the photograph with a wide cheeky grin. She had rainbow scrunchies in her hair and rainbow stickers on her cheeks, flashing a big happy peace sign at the camera. Butch was in the background of the picture, glowering at her and flipping off the camera, dressed in his regular all-black and green. Bubbles had a similar version of the picture on her phone, but she had forced him to stop flipping off the camera for hers by holding his hand. He had the same picture saved on his phone and swore he'd delete it one day but hadn't yet got around to it, which was risky because Brick was always looking for blackmail.

why arnt u here, he texted her.

Thirty minutes later and with no reply, he texted her again, answr me

Another ten minutes ticked by before he typed out another furious message.

im not letting u copy me fuck u

are you dead?

Do you have worms? fr don’t bullshit me

The last class of his day, he sat there nibbling at his hang nails, burning a hole into the screen of his phone. Bubbles didn't not text people back. Her phone was practically glued to her hand.

don’t tell me u killed urself over a hot/not list

Across the room, there was an explosion of laughter, and he glared at the obnoxious dweebs who caused it, specifically taking his time to stare down Tyler Masterson. The little prick didn't even know his time was numbered. Poor sucker. He should have known better, though, fucking with one of his lab partners.

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When Butch walked out of the bathroom after school, Buttercup was across the hall waiting for him. She kicked off the lockers she was leaning against and nodded, "Sup."

Butch didn’t know how he and Buttercup were quote-unquote “counterparts.” Despite their corresponding positions in their respective teams and a deep affection for the color green, they had very little else in common. Not that that was odd or anything. Bubbles and Boomer were only “alike” in certain aspects, the same with Brick and Blossom. Still, Butch felt he and Buttercup took the cake.

Sure, Butch liked sports. He liked fighting. He liked working out. Buttercup liked those things too. But Butch was not a preppy jock like Buttercup was. He'd sooner slit his fucking wrists.

"Sup," He replied, adjusting his bookbag over his shoulder.

Buttercup sniffed, looking him up and down, her gaze lingering on the blood dripping from his knuckles, “Have you seen Tyler Masterson?"

They stared each other down before he broke the silence.

"I took care of it."

"Yeah, I figured." She crossed her arms over her chest, "It wasn't exactly quiet in there. You're lucky I was here to monitor the situation—"

"—monitor—" he mocked, rolling his eyes.

"—that's what I told the teachers. You're welcome."

They glared at each other for another beat before he glanced away again, adjusting the strap of his bookbag just for something else to do.

"Is she, like, okay?" He finally asked, and Buttercup sighed.

"It's Bubbles. She'll bounce back."

He nodded and began walking away without so much as a goodbye.

"I'll let her know you asked about her," Buttercup called after him.

He grimaced but didn't turn around, “Don’t.”

“Sure, sure! Byyeee-byeeee Butchieee.” Buttercup laughed, mocking the way Bubbles typically told him goodbye. He ducked his head, hiding the flush that crawled up his neck.

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Surprisingly, Bubbles was at their lab table before he was the next day. Her books weren't out, her phone was nowhere to be seen, and her head was propped up on her hand, despondently watching the clouds drift outside. For all intents and purposes, it was utterly wrong, but Butch steeled himself and approached her with a confident swagger in his step.

"Hey," he nodded at her as he plopped down, "guess what?"

Her eyes went wide, and he only just managed to not scoff. Although to be fair, he never initiated their conversations.

"You have cancer!" She immediately guessed, tearing up, and he doubled back.

"What, no!"

"Oh, thank goodness! Don't scare me like that!”

"Can we even get—"

"Oh! I know you!" She interrupted, brightening up, "You saw a worm on the sidewalk, and you decided to eat it because you’re secretly part bird!"

"Part bird?" He squawked.

"Fine, okay, maybe…." She tapped her chin, "Oh! All of Brick’s hair fell out, and to help grow it back, you and Boomer had to go on a cross-country journey adventure to find magic hair cream. You were successful, but for a moment there, it got a little dicey, and you didn’t think you would make it, but in an emotional moment of brotherhood, you and Boomer persevered, solidifying your relationship as brothers and as best friends."

"How did you kno—no!" He sputtered, "None of that! These are all horrible guesses! Stop guessing and just look at this!”

He shoved his phone in her face, watching her go cross-eyed as she examined the picture on his screen.

She gasped, “My name's off the not-hot list! But how!” She gasped again, “You argued my case to the board!”

He had actually smashed Logan Grier’s nose in and flushed Tyler Masterson’s head down the worm toilet, but instead of admitting that, he nodded, “Thing is, those guys, they bypassed the board. Your name was never up for a vote anyway. There’s a no Powerpuff rule.”

"Really?" She asked with big eyes.

He didn’t know if there had been a no Powerpuff rule before, but now, there certainly was.

“You calling me a liar?”

Her eyes lit up, and she pounced on him, enveloping him in a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She cried, nuzzling into his cheek, and he recoiled.

“Ey!” He snapped, trying to push her away, but she only clung on harder, “No touching! We agreed on no touching!”

“Too late!” She cried, hugging rib-crushingly, “It’s too late! The hug train is in the station!”

“I-I c-can’t breathe!” He choked out, but everyone, per usual, ignored them in the back of the classroom.

#bubbles and Butch would be the weird kids who don’t really have friends so they kind of just gravitate towards each other #and that be the cutest shit #😭😭😭#did you see how i added buttercup #and there was no romantic subtext #see????#growth #my writing #bubblesxbutch #ppg fic

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thewritingstar · 2 years

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49 fluff for BC and Butch! I wanna see some jealous Butch please if you’re up for it! (I’m so excited you’re back btw, love your writing)

“Is somebody jealous?” From this list

Pairing: Butch x Buttercup (Butchercup/ greens)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

Note: I had a lot of fun with this one and I wanted a much softer approach for BC. I hope you all enjoy and you can always drop a request or ask for anything you might wanna read.

I am hoping to be back on my writing grind so thank you for the love and support! Enjoy :)

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He hated this.

He hated that he hated this.

The music blasted through the room and mostly everyone was dancing or eating. Plastic star and moon decor flooded the area and the disco ball twirled, flickering light onto everything.

He grabbed at his tie for the hundredth time tonight and held his glass of punch that wasn’t spiked. He wished it was though.

“Are you just gonna stand and pout the entire time?” Boomer said as he threw his arm around his brothers shoulder and laughed.

Butch tried to shrug it off but it didn’t work. “I am not pouting.”

Boomer removed his arm and laughed again. “Yeah, ok.”

Butch turned to face his little brother. Younger by like 30 seconds but still, he was the baby. He looked fine in his dark blue suit and managed to slick back his hair so his bangs weren’t in his eyes. The flower in his pocket was a white rose and he knew that there was a bubbly blonde who had the same on her wrist.

“Seriously, I’m fine bro. I just don’t really like these things.” Butch said and took a sip of his watered down punch.

Boomers lips fell to a slight frown. “But you’ve always been the life of the party. You surfed the crowd at homecoming! Its prom why is this any different-OH.” Boomers eyes widened.

“Oh what?” Butch warned.

Boomer didn’t say anything and turned to scan the crowd. His eyes trained on a certain girl dancing with some guy. He looked back at Butch with the smuggest look he had ever seen.

“Its because Buttercup hasn’t paid you any attention tonight?”

It was that moment that Butch had to resist slapping his brother across the gym.

“No it is not.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Oh it so is. I mean look at her!” Boomer looked over. “The dark green matches well with her hair. Oh and her hair is up all pretty. And Butch, is that a slit in her dress? I know you’re a leg man so that's got to be stirring-”

Butch grabbed his arm. “Shut up.” He warned but the boy didn’t look fazed.

“Shes dancing with all those lame dudes. Is somebody jealous?” He smirked.

Jealous? No he wasn’t Jealous. Maybe he wanted to be dancing with her. Maybe he wanted to be so close that he could smell her perfume or see the way she looks up at him through his lashes. Maybe he wanted to know that she wanted to dance with him and no one else. Maybe he wanted to hold her closely and maybe he want to kiss-

Butch broke from his thoughts. “Don’t you have a blue puff to go entertain? Aren’t you going to die if she doesn’t hug you every ten seconds.”

“Oh come on bro, don’t be petty because I have a girl. Just go shoot your shot, you know you both like each other.”

Butch rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t like me. She’s my best friend.”

Boomer raised his hands in surrender. “Fine be that way.” He turned to walk away before stopping. His eyes met his brothers. “Just so you know, I accidentally walked in on Brick and Blossom making out in the back. And I’m not saying that Brick having a girlfriend before you is embarrassing, but yeah, it is.” With that, Boomer walked away and found Bubbles at a nearby table.

Butch only scoffed. “There is no way in hell that Blossom went for him.”

He rolled his eyes again and looked towards the dance floor. Of course Boomer was right and he saw his big bro dancing with the pink puff, looking awkward as ever but still, it made him mad.

“Okay you know what? Butch stop being a baby and go over there.” He whispered to himself.

He set his glass down and made his way to where Buttercup was dancing with their group of friends. She’s swaying closely to some dude he doesn’t really know. Shane? Shawn? Squidward? whatever, he doesn’t care enough to know.

Butch joined his group that consisted of Mike, Mitch, Todd and Pablo and a few girls they brought.

“Finally done at the punch bowl?” Mitch snickers and Butch shoots him a glare. He's also the only one of their friend group to know that he has a crush on BC.

“Talking to my brother about lame stuff.” Butch plays it off.

He catches Buttercups gaze and she smiles softly at him. The moment ends too soon when the guy she is with asks her something.

“I swear you two are gonna be the death of me.” Mitch mumbles to him. “Dude, just man up and talk to her. I don’t think she can take this dude anymore. Shes been trying to leave for like three songs now and he wouldn’t even let us join.”

Butch looks back at Buttercup who is forcing a smile and nodding. Its the same look she gives the press after she’s saved the city and they think she wants to be interviewed when a nap is what she craves.

“Go steal her away.” Mike adds and Butch looks at him then to Mitch.

Mitch shrugs. “You’re not good at hiding how you feel about her. Plus I can’t keep stuff from my man.” He winks and Mike laughs.

The end of the song comes and all of a sudden the lights dim and a slow song starts. Mike and Mitch turn away from him to dance together. He can see Buttercups hesitation as the guy extends his hand towards her.

Finally, he's had enough. Butch pushes past the couples in his way and right to her.

“Mind if I cut in?” Butch says and the guy gives him a deadly glare.

“Uh no you-”

“Yes.” Buttercup interrupts him a little too quickly and grabs Butchs hands. “I’ll see you later Steve.”

She doesn’t wait for the guy to respond and pulls Butch away from their friends and most importantly, away from Steve.

“Didn’t realize you wanted me this bad.” Butch jokes and she stops moving and turns around to meet his eyes.

Sometimes he forgets how green her irises are.

“After dealing with him for the last hour, I needed a break. Where were you?” She scolds.

Butch freezes as she puts her hands around his neck. Slowly his own come to her waits. “I was just getting a drink.”

“You looked pissed.”

“Were you watching me?”

A blush forms on her cheeks. “No, just wondering when you would come back. I can barely stand these things so I don’t like being ditched.”

He smiled and found himself pulling her closer. “Well I am here.”

Her own smile forms and they remain silent as they dance. As they sway Butch looks up and sees Blossom. She’s dancing with Brick and her eyes meet his. Something flashes in her eyes and she gives Butch a big smile. She taps Brick and his brother looks over and raises his brows in a “oh so you manned up I see.” way.

He flips them both off, with love.

“Butch?” Her voice draws his attention back to her.

He looks down to her. Her eyes covered slightly by her lashes and he thinks she’s beautiful.

“Yeah?”

‘Why did you ask me to dance with you?”

That was the thing about Buttercup. she was pretty direct but never put her feelings right out there. You had to make you're move first and then she would.

“I mean, you looked pretty disappointed dancing with that guy.”

She nodded. “Okay. Yeah makes sense.”

“It wasn’t like I wasn’t gonna dance with all of you.”

The slow song came to an end and she took a step back sliding her arms off his neck. “Maybe we should head back to our friends.” She said and he saw her hiding her frown.

The next song was another slow one and he saw Steven walking towards them. He thought about just letting it go and holding his feelings in for another day, month or year.

But he didn’t want to. Not anymore.

Buttercup stepped forward to walk past him but he grabbed her hand and spun her to him. She let out a small gasp as her hand planted to his chest and looked up at him.

“I didn’t dance with you because of him.” He stated. “I wanted to dance with you.” He took a breath. “Because you’re beautiful.”

Her eyes widened and she felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Really?”

“Yeah. I-”

A cough broke their eye contact and they turned to look at Steven.

“I think I’d like to dance with you again.” He looked to Buttercup.

Buttercup looked at Butch with slightly wide eyes. He wasn’t gonna let her slip away, not anymore.

“Yeah? And I’d like to dance with my girlfriend so beat it Steven.” Butch snapped.

Steven took a step back. “I didn’t realize you two were together.” He said and left quickly.

“I didn’t either.” Buttercup looked back at Butch and narrowed her eyes with a smirk. “Who said I wanted to date you?”

“Oh, you’re gonna want to after I kiss you.” He matched her grin.

“Hmm I’ll need that kiss then.”

And then he kissed her. He had pictured this moment for longer than he cared to admit but all those dreams vanished the instant their lips met. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and the loose stands of her hair tickled his cheek.

Her lips were soft and he could taste her cherry flavored gloss.

It was a quick kiss and it end much sooner than he wanted it too. When they pulled away it was as if he were stuck in a daze.

“I guess I do.” She spoke.

“What?”

She giggled. “Date you, dummy.”

“Oh. Sweet, okay.”

“Wow, what a way with words.” She couldn’t hide her smile. “Maybe we should go back to our friends now.”

Butch only held her closer. “Or we could stay here for a while, just the two of us?”

“Yeah.” She pecked his lips. “Just the two of us.”

I hope you enjoyed!

#butchercup #buttercup ppg #butch ppg #ppg fic #ppg fanfiction

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over-under-through1 · 2 years

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Butch: why does Mitch call you “baby girl”

Pablo: let’s stop talking for a little bit

#miblo #mitch mitchelson #pablo mendoza #pablo ppg #ppg #the powerpuff girls #the rowdyruff boys #rrb #brick ppg #butch ppg #buttercup ppg #bubbles ppg #blossom ppg #boomer ppg #butchercup #rowdyruff boys #powerpuff girls #ppg fic

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madamefist · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry to hear you got ill! I hope you're doing fine now. I'm really looking forward for chapter 4, I hope you post it soon! 🙂 About the guitar thing, yeah, it's the only thing that bug me from Choices, too. Maybe something like Blossom holding Brick's guitar and thinking back on how she jumped to the conclusion when he asked her about giving her two guitars a name and how she assumed he was making fun of her when it was the complete opposite? Or maybe she can joke about how Rusty & Ruby (it's Ruby, right? xD) look cute together, and Brick responding to be careful not make her other guitar (forgot the name) jealous? I know I'm being so demanding right now, but I really REALLY want it to be acknowledged that Blossom knows about Brick's guitar by now. xD But again, if it doesn't fit or work, then don't force it. It will forever bug me, but it is what it is. 🤣🥲

I'm feeling much better now, thank you! I JUST posted chapter 4 - hope you enjoy it! Yeah I totally agree with you - and rest assured it pissed me off too that it didn't make it into the story - I pissed me off for not ensuring it went in there somewhere 🫣 HOWEVER - I promise it'll be added as organically as I can manage, cos I'm with you, whilst only a small portion of the fic, it was a shame it wasn't there! I'll see what I can do... 👀

#madamefist ask #ask me questions #choices madame fist #prophecy madame fist #ppg fic #jassimhamid26

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lousnailmail · 2 years

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Cold

Word count: 369

Characters: Blossom, Brick

Lasers whizzed past, two deadly flashes of light just barely missing their target. The smell of burning permeated the air. Blossom’s lip curled in annoyance. It was always like this. Always.

She would punch. He would dodge. He would kick. She would block. They would exchange back and forth, their blows just barely skirting the edges of their targets, tantalizing. Teasing. Fists never quite met flesh, blood barely spilled, the other always just one hair ahead.

Order. Plans. Cold, calculated, and cut to the chase. That was what the two leaders desired. And it is what they got. Blossom and Brick could be what some would say, a perfect match. Not far from them, Butch toppled to the ground, covered in dust and rubble and his own blood. Obscenities spilled from his mouth. Farther, still, Bubbles and Boomer punctuated each attack with a scream or a yelp.

The reds, however, were silent. The type of deadly quiet that was always bubbling just beneath the surface, always seeming like they were seconds from spilling over. But they didn’t. After all, what kind of leaders would they be?

A puff of air left her lips as she zipped back from their scuffle. Brick did the same. They glared at each other above the rubble that spanned the distance between them. She clenched her fists. Just the sound of his name echoing in her mind was enough to soil her mood. And now? The sight of his red eyes on her could drive her to grind her teeth down to dust. A tense silence filled the air as they watched each other. Every twitch, every breath. No words were needed. To Blossom, the quiet carried a whispered dare. I dare you. Try and hit me. was all it said. Brick’s stare was cold and dull. It never wavered. She did the same.

She set her jaw, eyes darkening as they kept his gaze. Brick’s did the same. They didn’t need words. Never would. She was on him in a second. Fists and legs and flashes of pink and red lit up the sky.

Each fist, each glare, each gnashing of teeth whispered its own dare.I dare you. Try and end me.

#powerpuff girls #powerpuff girl #blossom #brick #fanfiction #i tried to make this a blossutch thing but im tired and lost track and now this exists so #writing #ppg fic #powerpuff girls fic

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they-bite · 11 months

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long time no dp/ppg crossover

#this is basically just the end of the fic lmao #dp x ppg #danny phantom #powerpuff girls #ppg #danny fenton #professor utonium #my art

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mrmosseater · 4 days

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do 2dace fans still exist out there hello

#gorillaz #ace copular #ace ppg #2d #2d gorillaz #2dace #my friend showed me 3 fics of them and im not the same after that #holy shittttt bro #extreme shout out to the person that made from humble beginnings #genuinely one of the most amazingly well written fics ive ever read

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thirdboywonders · 1 year

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BUBBLES, BLOSSOM, AND BUTTERCUP ARE SIMPLY THE

ORIGINAL IT GIRLS!!

and i love them dearly :,))

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beanswrites · 1 month

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New Fic "I Believe (That I Was Made For You)

heyy guyss!

I finished a new fic couple of days ago and totally forgot to post about it here lol. I wanted to write something like this for the reds since like forever and I finally did it!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

pairings: Brick Jojo x Blossom Utonium (from PPG)

tags: fluff, smut, PWP, established relationship, aged-up characters

summary: A sexy, love-filled night between Blossom and Brick, where they make sure to let each other know how much they're loved. Brick is very eager to get a taste of his loving girlfriend, teasing the life out of her in the process.

click here to read the whole thing!!

“Want to hear something cheesy? As in, unusually cheesy, even for me?”

The red ruff chuckled, petting her head. “Jeez, Bloss, cheesier than your usual cheesy? Damn, drowned this one in cheddar?”

“Haha. So funny, Brick. Seriously, wanna hear it?”

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. Gosh, he loved her hair - it was so silky and long, so perfectly soft, and smelled so much like strawberries and vanilla.

“Yeah, ‘f course. Shoot, Pinky.”

“Now that I’m thinking about it, I never used to believe in the idea of soulmates or anything like that before we started dating. And now, I don’t have to believe in it, I feel it. I don’t believe that we are soulmates, because I know we are. I know I was completely made for you and that you were made for me, Brick Jojo.”

#powerpuff girls #ppg #rowdyruff boys #blossom #blossom utonium #brick #brick jojo #brick x blossom #blossom x brick #blossick #fluff #smut #pwp fics #ao3 #ao3 link

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u-tonium · 1 year

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Favorite PPG HC’s: Bubbles

A few of my favorite head cannons for our Chem-X’d guys and gals! Some are from our Holy Books (MTH, ATGB, BTM, you know the ones), and some are just complete shitposting/speculation.

Next up, our lovely Bubbles! Spoiler: She’s actually a badass. Comment with more!

In no particular order:

Beats the shit out of Boomer. Like…idc if they’re dating, she’s punching him in the face and kissing the boo-boo afterwards

Speaks every language and doesn’t need to practice (which pisses Bloss off)

Can sing and never had lessons

Would color code the schedule Blossom made for crime-fighting duties and post it in the room. It’s got stickers on it.

Cancer Sun, Pisces Moon, Aquarius Rising

Keeps her pigtails out of obligation to her “image” (think Arianna’s ponytail)

HARDCORRRE

Robin is her chosen Norm

Octi is her support object and yes, she brought him with her to Uni

First to color match

In HS: Not a virgin but was madly in love with every person she slept with

As a young adult: hella monogamous

And for the finale:

Would date a Norm and love it bc she…

Secretly has a thing for Princess (!!!)

Yes, she’s the gay one

#powerpuff girls #the powerpuff girls #ppg #ppg 1998 #ppg bubbles #bubbles ppg #bubbles utonium #bubbles #harcorrre #ppg hcs #hcs #ppg fanfic #ppg fic #sbj more than human #sbj mth

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nothums-from-tj · 4 months

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Good morning I’m getting back into PPG lately and I can not BELIEVE the lack of Boomercup content. As I’ve said before: if you want content you gotta make it yourself

I present to you headcanons that only this micro fandom will enjoy if anyone’s left/active still at all bc it is. So dead. Dead enough that I’m revealing myself for a ship my followers don’t even care about again. Combining some 2016 canon with the OG bc there are some gems, like Butters being a math genius and how her insecurities were subtly explored more

I’m also considering them like 16 or so here for sake of high school concepts

- they get closer in high school when Boomer’s had enough with being an edgelord and being associated to Him and Mojo so he goes to Butters first since it’s easier to be in the lighter grey area of morality than to try to jump from one extreme to the next (currently have a WIP going on this concept!! “tbmg” tag on my blog or chapter 1)

- he learns a bit of her past with Ace and he’s downright nauseous over what he did to her (“It was years ago. It’s not important now.” “You were five. It doesn’t matter with the whole hero and villain thing—manipulating a child like that is gross. He’s gotta be, what?—10 years older than us?” “Minimum. It’s not like he actually liked me—he just toyed with me.” “That doesn’t make it any better.”)

- Boomer does all the cheesy pet names when they start dating especially bc he knows it bothers her (she likes it a little, not that she’ll ever tell him that)

- Boomer also once started picking up chess or checkers after having enough of his brothers picking on him so he started learning something to be “smart” so he challenged Buttercup to a match assuming she’d be at or around his skill level

- that said, in actuality she started picking it up years ago out of sheer competitiveness with her kind-of-constant sibling feud with Blossom, eventually coming close enough to stump her for a moment or two more often than not just not quite enough to beat her; he learned this the hard way when she beat him so hard at it he sat in stunned silence for 10 minutes trying to figure out what hit him, then demanded to see a match between her and Blossom

- he thinks it’s kind of really funny how much of a sore loser she is and how differently she behaves from when they were kids, so like instead of screaming and yelling and demanding a rematch like when they were young she’d simply flip the table over or chuck the console remote or whatever at the wall and walk away wordlessly to chill out and the suddenness usually makes him laugh really hard once the initial shock wears off

- Butters’ love language is quality time and physical touch, which it takes a few months or so for Boomer to learn when she starts hanging out with him like all the time and play fights him (light punches, kicks his ankle when they’re sitting next to each other, a soft kick to his shin when she scolds him for something, will sneak up behind him to jump on his back just to startle him, etc) and as they become like inseparable the insults are always paired with smirks and shining eyes and so many more excuses for touching and play fighting

- Boomer’s love language is words of affirmation and acts of service which drives Buttercup insane bc she doesn’t know how to handle either of them, words of affirmation are always combated with insults and she’ll dodge them when and where possible bc “how dare he accidentally pick an insecurity of mine to comment on and make me feel like I don’t deserve to downgrade myself like that” so she’ll look away and shoot the insult to not be vulnerable Or something that she does feel good about and be like “duh?????? I know that already” then neither really know what to do from there; acts of service Buttercup will turn into a competition or see as an insult at first as if she can’t do it herself so when they start dating her sisters have to hold her back sometimes to let her bf do something nice for her and she started understanding by then

- Buttercup is the definition of no rizz and it’s so painfully funny for everyone around her

- “Okay, Boomer.” “I hate you.” “No you don’t.” “Yes I do.” “Prove it.” “Are you asking me to fight you?” “Maybe.” = Buttercup, flirting

- as cliché as it is for these two, she does call him Pretty Boy—originally trying to insult him which he never took it as such anyway, then as a nickname/pet name

- Buttercup is very much a morning cuddler and Boomer never wants to let her go when they wake up together

- after 3 months into just their friendship alone there is no longer such a thing as Buttercup’s hoodies and Boomer’s hoodies, it becomes one collection to the point that later on when dating they’d get each other matching hoodies and both would still end up at one place after losing track of who has what

- Brick and Buttercup have the same advanced/honors math class and it drives Blossom insane that her sister and her counterpart are the math geniuses and she’s not; Brick also tries to play wingman for Boomer and Butters after partnering up with her for some project in said math class

- when the other brothers find out Boomer’s trying to change sides and it means having less interaction/association to their dads they also ask Buttercup to “tutor” them and it makes Boomer jealous to no end (she only has eyes for him though)

- he’s always the first person she contacts after a fight with either Butch or Blossom so she can rant and blow up and then, after arguing with Blossom particularly, he’s always the shoulder she cries on and the first hug she looks for

- both have to learn how to communicate openly and set firm boundaries so they both have to ask the other Puffs to help them with it to prevent arguing and Boomer is so much better at it than Buttercup, who will more often than not still get defensive and Boomer has to set that they need to walk away from the situation so they can chill and then talk and she’s always super pouty abt it but still follows through bc she hates fighting with him

I’ll likely add more later Or if anyone else has any to add on please do <3

#boomercup #boomer x buttercup #buttercup x boomer #ppg color crack #tj shares #it hurts me just how dead the tags are #I feel isolated lowkey #they’ve consumed my entire brain and I have a fic going I’ve gotta talk abt them #so I’m doing that here #💥🌼

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buttercup and boomer- of all ppl why did u have to be the one to see me cry? HOPE U GET BETTER SOON

Thank you!!! Currently feel like I have the Black Plague but oh well. Thank you for your ask!

Pairing: buttercup x boomer (I wasn't sure if you want it romance or platonic so im leaving it up in the air)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She didn't like people seeing her cry. She wasn't ashamed of her tears, no her sisters made her very aware that its okay to cry. She didn't care if her eyes were red or that her nose started to run. Crying wasn't something she did often. She usually expressed her anger or sadness through exercise while Blossom chose excessive studying and Bubbles, well, Bubs chose crying but that was okay.

Crying was her own breaking point.

It was intimate to her and she preferred to do it in private. Sure her teenage self didn't want anyone to think she was weak but when you can toss a cruise ship ten miles away, no one really thinks your weak.

That why when she stumble across the blue eyed ruff with tears streaming down her face, she understood.

Boomer glared at her as she took a step forward.

"What do you want?" He snapped at her.

Out of all the RowdyRuff Boys, his tone surprised her the most. He was the gentlest out of the three, if that was even humanly possible. And while the boys still committed crimes here and there, Boomer couldn't bring himself to hurt a fly.

She wanted to snap at him but regained her fury.

"Why are you crying?" She asked him.

"Why do you care?" He bit.

She shrugged. "I don't."

But if she didn't care then she wouldn't have bothered coming up to him in this abandoned parking garage. She might have happened to be in the area by accident, but her superheating picked up a sob that was downright heartbreaking.

Boomer kept quiet as she took a seat next to him and offered him a candy from her pocket.

"You're giving me chocolate?" He questioned.

"You seem like you need it. Sometimes a piece of chocolate keeps going for another day. Stupid, I know. But it helps."

He took the chocolate and popped it in his mouth. "Thanks."

"You gonna tell me why you were crying?"

"Are you gonna make me?"

"No. But I'm here."

Boomer inhaled a sniffle and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "Of all the people, you weren't suppose to see me cry."

Buttercup scoffed slightly. "Why scared I was gonna throw you into a building like Butch?"

Boomer said nothing and kept sucking on his chocolate.

Something about his silence made her want to drill her hand into her counterpart. Instead, she placed her hand against his shoulder "I'm not. Everyone cries and if they don't then they are liars and dumb."

Another piece of chocolate was offered to him.

"My dads. They made me cry." He released. "They kept going on and on about how great Brick and Butch were at being evil geniuses and when I said I wanted to take up guitar and music lessons..."

She watched tears resurface in his eyes. The kind of tears that come from a place of pain, a type of heartbreak that its the hardest to undo. The parental pain that started the cracked foundation.

"My dads took my guitar and smashed it. I bought it too with my own money. Not money I stole or burrowed. The guy at the music shop offered me a part time job in the back and everyday after school I go for a few hours and most teens would think that it sucks. But I love it." He turned and looked at her. "Its stupid, ya know? Just doing shipment and boring stuff but I get to see new instruments and this one guitar was so pretty. It was dark and had a blue strap and-"

He stopped.

"Sorry I'm rambling."

"Don't apologize Boomer." She smiled and then it faded. "I'm sorry about your guitar."

"Its fine." He huffed. "I mean, who am I kidding? A kid like me doesn't deserve to have dreams."

"Don't say that." Buttercup demanded. "Just because you were brought up a certain way doesn't mean that you are your parents. For instance, you aren't even related so that might be some relief?"

Boomer let out a small laugh. "True but I'm certain that Butch has some Mojo in him. I wouldn't be surprised if he started to grow some green fur here and there."

"Why didn't you want me to see you cry?" She asked.

"Because you're tough. How am I supposedly suppose to defeat you if I'm crying?"

"You're not." She replied. "not because you cry but because you're too good for that. Boomer, I know that you haven't been told this a lot but if you don't want to be evil or mean, then you don't have to be. You have good in your heart. Its gonna take a long time to manage your own way but the only person who you have to please in life is yourself. Thats the only person who is truly going to be there for you every step of the way."

"And they say Blossom is the smart one." He sighed and leaned back to look at the celling. "One day I will."

She wanted to join him leaning back but she knew she had to leave to make sure that she was home for dinner. "You're only sixteen, you've got all the time in the world. I've got to get going but I hope you feel better Boom. And if you need me to kick your brother's ass, let me know." She winked.

Buttercup stood up and threw him her last piece of chocolate.

"Hey Buttercup?" Boomer stood.

"Yeah?"

Boomers face warped into something of uncertainty. Before she could blink, his arms were around neck and he pulled her close. A hug. Boomer Jojo was hugging Buttercup. A not to twist her into a headlock or to dislocate her spine. But a genuine and honest hug from someone who needed it more than anyone.

Her hands came up to hug him back and she could feel him squeeze her slightly tighter.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"You're tough Boomer. Toughest person I know."

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They didn't speak about the hug after she took off into the sky. He didn't tell his brothers when he walked through the door three hours later. He most certainly didn't tell his father's as he passed by the kitchen without a word and hoped that her perfume didn't rub off on him.

They didn't speak about the hug when they walked by each other in the hallways. Buttercup offered up a small smile and he held the eye contact.

They never spoke about the hug even when he clocked in for his shift at the music store and his boss said there was a box for him in the back. With his name scribbled in blue and a chocolate taped to the card, he almost let the tears fall when he saw the guitar with the blue strap sitting in the box for him.

"For the toughest fighter from the previous toughest fight :)"

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I hope you enjoyed this and thank you for the request! First fic of the year :)

#ppg fic #boomer ppg #buttercup ppg #buttercup and boomer #thewritingstar

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