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Any greens oneshot you have in drafts i'm starving for them and i love your writing 🥹🥹

Anon, that's so sweet of you. I haven't written anything in a long time, so I don't have any drafts, but I did write this quick drabble. I don't feel like editing, so I apologize for the obvious mistakes.

It's been so long I've forgotten how I write them, so my goal was like a vibe similar to two old friends seeing each other after a long period of time, but make it enemies???? Sorry if the vibe is incorrect.

title: that awkward moment when you crash into your enemy’s apartment, lol

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From aliens to zebra-stripped mole men, Buttercup had had one hell of a week. She laid lounging in a pile of rubble she had literally been punched into, looking out across the city with detached interest. She felt only just a teensy bit dazed. It wasn’t a bad view. From her vantage point in the dilapidated, now crumbling high-rise—if she had to guess it was in one of the old Section 12 buildings—she could see her sisters in the distance, fighting the reptilian water monster without her.

She figured her sisters owed her one, so she didn’t feel too bad letting them handle the monster on their own. She had handled most of the calls this week by herself and, honestly, as sad as it sounded, being swatted down like a fly was a welcome break.

#anon ask #ppg drabble #ppg greens

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“Why can’t you love me back?” for the Greens (Romantic) They absolutely need the angst in their lives. I love your work!

A long time ago, i asked people to play along with a prompt game, and I ended up combining this prompt with the one written below:

"You make me want things I can’t have.” Greens (because I couldn't help but be attracted to the angst category) @cannevasingabarbiesong

But I never finished it because it was really short and not much of a story. Anyway, today, I decided less is more. So here we are.

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"Why can't you love me back?" Butch pleaded.

"Because you make me want things I can't have." Buttercup finally choked out. "God, how do you not get that yet? I can't love you because I can't have you because I'm me, and you are you."

She said "you" like his very existence was insulting. It stung. He wished it didn't, but it did, and his face showed it.

Buttercup plowed on, "I won't choose you over my sisters, Butch. I'm sorry. I can't."

"You can't do a lot of things, can you?" He sneered, trying to resist the urge to punch her. But he had never been good with controlling his impulses.

The crack of her nose against his knuckles felt right. She fell back onto the floor, her head hitting the ground with a sharp 'thwack.' It had been a cheap surprise attack, so he didn't fault her when she lost her breath; looking up at him with wide eyes and a bloody nose like this was surprising to her. He pulled her up by a fistful of hair and smashed their lips together.

He only ripped her face away from his when he remembered he needed to breathe. Her blood was warm on his face when he smiled down at her.

"It's a good thing you don't have a choice."

#tw abuse #idk in some lights maybe #to me its more like a hero v villain typical violence thing #ope clearing out my drafts again #prompt games #ppg drabble

I started this draft a long time ago based on a joke text post that goes around tumblr fandom spaces, but i can't find a link anymore. my mutuals love the greens as the secretly soft couple and i think the post fits the vibe perfectly, so here’s my spoof 😭😭

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The kitchen clock read around 9 p.m., but their apartment was midnight silent. Butch sat in front of the tv, playing his video game. He kept the volume on low and muted his mic. As much as he wanted to cuss out his team, Buttercup was already asleep.

Townsville had been keeping Buttercup and her sisters busy for the last week. She was up early and in bed late, with no break in sight. He thought it was bullshit that she couldn't, at least, eat an actual dinner, but he was saving that argument for later when the dark circles under her eyes had receded slightly, and he didn't feel like such a shithead for not being able to do more to protect her.

#Boomer's like a puppy #you can't show him you're awake or he'll think you're ready to get up and play #ppg drabble #greens #blues #its for the writers block #secret confession: i don't think i can write the greens well enough anymore lol so plz bear with me

hug 34 for reds pls :)

I'm forcing myself to write and clear out my old asks from previous prompt games. Sorry, anon, this took almost 4 years to write. I was a different person back then. Hopefully, you're still around, but if you're not, I'm pouring one out for you.

PROMPT 34: Hug to prevent a fight

tw: implied physical child abuse/adult abuse.

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Blossom didn't have the words to describe her counterpart, Brick. But at fifteen, she could see the cracks starting to chisel away at his languid facade. He was only (physically) fourteen, a year, give or take, younger than her and too young for the permanent wrinkle on his forehead or the frown lines around his mouth, but he played it off well.

At twenty (his nineteen), Blossom realized it was probably too late for him. In the five years that the needling feeling in the pit of her stomach had developed, Brick had become much more than the son of HIM and Mojo Jojo. Rather, he commanded an authority of his own, often trumping his parental figures whenever the opportunity presented itself. He and his brothers would make a great heir to whatever throne was left to them when HIM moved on from Townsville and Mojo passed away.

Blossom didn't think either was a possibility. HIM would plague this city forever, and Mojo would always be a thorn in her family's backside. But maybe that was just a fool's dream because she didn't want Brick and his brothers to be the heir to any throne. That scared her more than HIM did on the entity's worst days.

#this started out so different from where it ended up #ppg drabble #hug prompts #anon asks #lol well here we are anon #not very romantic but red-centric #reds #the girls are so good #its for the writers block

blossom needs a break :(

to all you little students out there. I'm flipping off all your teachers for you.

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She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry.

“Blossom, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. It wouldn’t be fair to the other students.”

She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry. She wasn’t going to cry.

“You shouldn’t worry, though. One B won’t hurt you. It really was a great paper, but like my notes said, I wanted you all to elaborate on the life allegory we discussed in class on Wednesday to round out your paper’s conclusion.” Her English teacher continued with a smile.

“B-but,” Blossom swallowed thickly past the knot her throat had tied itself up into, “but I had to—to save the city that day. I didn’t know.”

Her teacher sighed, “Blossom, I understand. Truly. But other students have missed class and made up the work just fine using other student’s notes.”

“But—”

Her teacher held up a finger, “You could have also come to me, but you didn’t and I just can’t favor you over others. It wouldn’t be fair to the students who had to miss for doctor appointments, or for other equally important reasons. They don’t get special treatment.”

Blossom clasped her hands tightly together underneath the desk she was sitting at so Mrs. Harrison wouldn’t see how they shook.

“Do you understand?”

No.

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

I saved your life. Just let me redo the paper.

#ppg drabble #this ones for the girls #sister bonding #im forcing myself to write literally anything #i didn't edit this and i never will #we cant look back only forward #its for the writers block

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Parental Bliss

a/n: this is how Bliss should have been handled. I won't be taking criticism.

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"Professor!" Bubbles gaped at the bundle of blankets in the Professor's arms, "Aw! Did you steal another baby! So cute!"

The Professor chuckled, "No, Bubbles, dear. And besides, those charges were dismissed. This is your new little sister. I made her."

Bubbles gasped, eyes growing wide as she looked up from the bay into the Professor's eyes, "You were pregnant!"

"You made a baby!" Blossom appeared out of nowhere, zipping in from across the City. She was out of breath and furious, "Did I hear that correctly? You. Made. A. Baby?"

#ppg drabble #unedited because life is fleeting #ppg bliss #blossom goes grey early #bubbles eventually gets jealous of all the attention the new baby gets #buttercup continues to live unbothered. middle child energy

Hi. Prompt list: 19. Buttercup blinking at Blossom. Thanks a lot. Love your blog. Have a nice day. ❤️

this one makes me smile way too much. I never get to write stuff really focusing on their relationship, so let's take a crack at it :)

Prompt 19: you've been blinking SOS in Morse code at me for ten minutes honey this award ceremony is supposed to be honoring you

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“I don’t get it,” Buttercup whined as Blossom wrestled curlers from her sister’s hair.

“Get what?” She grunted as she pulled a particularly stubborn curler out.

“Ow!” Buttercup hissed.

“If you stayed still,” she chided, “this would be way easier.”

“Oh, shut up! This would be easier if you just accepted the award for me! Then we wouldn’t have to do any of—” she gestured to their reflections in the mirror, “—this!”

“It’s not my award to accept,” Blossom muttered around a mouthful of bobby pins, “and you look pretty. There’s nothing wrong with any of this.”

#i didn't edit this one #not enough sleep #i loved this one tho this is my fave so far #ppg drabble #prompt ask game!

Wrote something kind of meta that deals with basically identical counterparts dating basically identical counterparts and how awkward that must actually be. Considering the fact that most people skip over it, I just decided to address it head on. Anyway, summary time:

Boomer’s secret girlfriend was pretty secret up until about a day ago. So, now, it’s up to Boomer and his trusty soundboard, Butch, to figure out how many lines he crossed when he got caught making out with one of their counterparts.

Brick was ignoring him, which was impressive because Boomer had made himself completely unignorable. He talked ceaselessly without end. He sang off key. He hogged the bathroom. He ate Brick’s leftovers. He had barged into Brick’s bedroom early in the morning, flipped him out of bed, and made sure he knew he was there, loud and annoying, and still, Brick wouldn’t talk to him. Or yell. Or grumble. Or sigh. Or even so much as look in his direction. Nothing.

Brick just kept on ignoring him, like he wasn’t there.

When the three of them were younger—they had been kids, for sure, but when exactly, Boomer didn’t know—Butch and Brick had pretended he was invisible for one miserable hour before he broke down sobbing, forcing them to crack. For a moment, he thought, maybe it would be like that. An hour of cold shoulder then right back to:

“For fucks sakes, Boomer, shut up!”

But that didn’t happen. And Boomer was dangerously close to crying just so he could get his way again.

“Butch!” He whined, floating miserably into the kitchen.

“Sup, traitor,” Butch hummed, sandwich in one hand, phone in the other.

“He’s still not talking to me.”

“Really?” Butch’s jaw dropped, but his eyes didn’t leave his phone, “Bricks’s not talking—oh my gosh! Maybe it’s cause you’re a traitor!?”

“It’s not like that!” Boomer cried, “She seduced me!”

“Yeah, uh, dude—” Butch took a bite of his sandwich, “—I’m’na stu’id.” He swallowed, chasing the bite down with a gulp of water. With a satisfied ‘ah,’ he smacked his lips and glanced over, “I know you’re lying to me. You know I know that, right?”

Boomer shrunk in on himself and toed the floor, “It’s still not like what he says it’s like, though.”

Butch smirked, “How’s it feel?”

His eyebrows furrowed together and he looked up from his shoes, “How does what feel? You know how shit it is when Brick’s not talkin’ to us.”

“No,” Butch rolled his eyes and tossed his phone to the side, “making out with his counterpart?”

Boomer choked on his own spit for a moment because no one had said the quiet part out loud yet. Brick had referred to it as the treachery, so that’s what it had been called—the Treachery.

“Uh—” He swallowed after coughing, and Butch’s smirk only grew.

“Should have stuck to your own. He’d be way less mad.”

Boomer’s cheeks burned to the tip of his ears.

“Congrats, though, man,” Butch pushed off the counter he was leaning on to stretch his arms, “you figured out the perfect form of payback—” he let his arms drop to his sides and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, “—when he’s acting like a dick, just makeout with his bitch.”

Boomer heard himself snarl, and with a loud, cruel sort of laugh, Butch threw his hands up in surrender, “You’re right, my bad! How rude of me! I meant, your bitch.”

“Shut up, Butch.” He hissed and Butch’s face darkened.

“Oh. So, now, I guess you think you can do that too, huh.” He sneered, “What? Does Blossom turn everyone into entitled dickheads?”

A different kind of betrayal laced Butch’s words that hurt more than Brick’s silences, causing him to falter for a conflicted moment. The consequences of his actions turned his stomach sour, and he plopped down at the kitchen table, fighting off a wave of nausea because sure, he had Blossom, but he had always had Butch. Could he bear losing him for her? Would that happen? Would he allow that to happen?

He plopped down into a chair and let his head fall into his hands.

“Dude, no—“ he moaned, voice thick with guilt, “I...I’m sorry. It’s just—”

Butch sighed, “Save it. It doesn’t matter.”

It did matter.

Boomer knew it did, but he didn’t press it any further. For a few long moments, they were silent. He sat, staring at the dirty kitchen tiles, and Butch stood, staring at him. Something significant swelled in that silence between them, but Boomer didn’t know if he was ready to face it.

A choice, though, needed to be made, and when when Butch sighed and turned to leave, he made it without thinking. He was good at doing shit like that. It was what got him into this mess in the first place, right? But he couldn’t stand the idea of watching his only other brother walk away.

“It’s nice!” He sputtered out, stopping Butch in his tracks, “Being with her is nice. She’s smart.”

Butch turned around just enough for Boomer to see his profile, “Nice and smart. I guess that checks out. But...” Butch sighed and ran his hand through his hair, fingers catching in his curls, “doesn’t it—she—remind you of him?”

Boomer winced because no but yes. And he didn’t like to think about it.

“She—no. I mean, they both...there’s the red hair thing and she’s his counterpart, but she different. She’s like the good parts plus more? Like—” he faltered, “—she doesn’t...I’m not stupid with her. She doesn’t tell me to shut up, she just laughs and it’s...nice.” He finished lamely and Butch cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I mean,” he tried again, “I don’t think Buttercup’s you. Sure, counterpart, you perform the same stereotypical corresponding function, but—” he snorted, “at the end of the day she’s...well, shit, she’s fucking prettier then you.”

Butch laughed at that. Actually laughed and a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Prettier? You sure? Have you seen me?”

“You get what I mean though?” He couldn’t keep the hope out of his voice and Butch tilted his head to the side in thought.

“Yeah,” he nodded eventually, “I get it. Just figured it was Bubbles.”

“So you knew?”

“Yeah, not all of it, obviously, but enough. Smilin’ more. Cookin’ stuff. Figured it was a girl and when you said nothing, figured it was her. Not Blossom, though.”

“Bubbles is cute.” He conceded, “but, I dunno, she, uh, wouldn’t it be like making out with yourself?”

Butch laughed again and refilled his glass of water with the tap before sitting down, “Better then making out with your brother.”

Boomer wrinkled his nose, “It’s not like that.”

Butch shrugged and smiled. It was a genuine smile. The one that lit up a room that Butch tried to hide from the world. Blossom said something awhile ago about Buttercup doing the same thing, but with her laugh. She also said her sister was very “astute,” which was a fancy way of saying that she could read people a little too well, just like his brother, but where Butch pretended not to notice, Buttercup made it her business. It made Blossom mad sometimes since she was supposed to be “the smart one, but really Boomer, half the time, I’m just guessing.”

He had kissed her for the first time around then.

“You know you just said that you don’t think Buttercup’s me, and Blossom’s not Brick, but Bubbles reminds you of you? That’s some contradictory shit.” Butch finally replied, “Wanna riddle me that, Batman?”

He scratched his nose and laughed albeit awkwardly, “Yeah, okay, that, uh, that’s a tough one. It’s just that, well—are you into your counterpart?”

“I think this is the one time narcissism would actually do you favors.” Butch deadpanned.

“You don’t—she’s not.” Boomer paused and started again, “She’s not Brick.”

It was a statement. But it came out like a question. He needed the confirmation, just once from someone else. Directly.

Butch stared at him, and that something swelled between them once more. This time, Boomer held his breath.

Eventually, Butch shook his head, “Nah, Brick’s Brick, and there’s only one of him, thank HIM. And Blossom’s Blossom.” Butch shifted, “Anyway, it’s...it’s not like we’re related. Fuck, Boom, I don’t even think we’re related. We were created in a prison toilet. I think we may be more related to bad prison wine then to each other.” He laughed and drug his hand through his hair again, “I...I don’t even think we have human blood. And—” he paused and looked back over at him, “—well, does she make you happy?”

“You’ve got no idea.” He answered a little too quickly, cheeks burning red.

Butch smiled that private smile of his again, and shrugged, “Alright, then. Okay. I don’t really know what this means bad versus good, but okay. That’s...I think that’s—I think we’ll figure it out. Getting kind of boring ‘round here anyways. Needed a little controversy, keep shit from getting stale.”

Boomer broke out into a wide smile, “So, you’ll talk to him?”

Butch was the only one who could ever talk to Brick when he got like this. It was something Boomer used to envy until he saw scorch marks running up Butch’s back and bruises littering Brick’s body.

“Yeah, Yeah, Boom,” Butch cracked his neck, then his knuckles, “I’ll drag the drama queen back out.” His brother winked at him, “why don’t you beat, though, huh? Go makeout with your girlfriend or something.”

“Thanks, Butch,” He sank into his chair with relief, “seriously.”

“Don’t mention it, but Boomer?”

He looked back up at his brother, “hm?”

“Buttercup?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Uh, yeah?”

“She’s off limits, you hear me?”

Boomer offered him a weak salute, and an even weaker smile, “Loud and clear.”

#ppg drabble #I’ve had this saved in my drafts for a while #debated posting but likes butch and boomer’s relationship #blossom x boomer #<- do they ever have a couple name?????