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But it’s refueling my love for old ships like Kiribaku and kaccahko

I also got sick lol and I’m about to board a flight rn but I appreciate the patience!!! Very excited about these.

As always my requests and asks are open and it fills my heart with joy knowing people want me to write for them.

Kk love you all

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Merry Christmas! I hope all of you had a wonderful holidays and hope the new year treats you all well. This might be the only fic I posted this year (ik ik) but for some reason when I saw this ask, my fingers danced across the keyboard and I didn't think twice about things. It felt freeing and fresh and I haven't written like this in such a long time, I had almost forgotten that I could.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. I will say it is very slight nsfw, I may not even consider it that either. But this is where my mind took me. I was looking at a more fluffy approach to their relationship so I do hope you like it. (if its not what you had in mind, send in another request)

I hope everyone enjoys reading this and I hope I can continue to post more next year because I do love writing. Requests are always open :)

Rating: T (some sexual themes implied)

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Hummingbird Heartbeat

Adrenaline, it makes you do crazy things.

It was one of her favorite things. Doing crazy things to get that sensation that ices over your body and your heart pounding. It was rare that her hands would get sweaty from anticipation or that her heart beat a little too fast. However, she tried anything to get that feeling.

Maybe she was a junkie for it. Maybe it wasn't that healthy to want to feel that way. It wasn't like she wanted it constantly, but when you can fly and shoot lasers and see the world in a different way, your standards become a little higher.

Rollercoasters were one that most people did. So Buttercup and her friends would fill up in Mitch's shitty van and go to the nearest theme parks to get that adrenaline coursing through their bodies. It was satisfying for a moment but she needed more.

Once Butch became part of their pack in high school, thats when it got good. They would race each other in the sky and throw chunks of buildings at each other. Sometimes they would fly up to the top of a skyscraper and free fall until they were an inch from the ground and see who would fly first.

They were always getting into dangerous situations but never involving their other friends because Buttercup might be fearless, but she wasn't stupid. Sometimes these things were just for the two of them.

But even when she would close her eyes and gravity would take hold of her, that anticipation still wouldn't get the smallest itch out of her system. She was afraid that she never would get that feeling.

She had told him of this stupid idea in her head about not getting to feel a rush beyond the usual. Perhaps it wasn't possible. He would listen and then suggest deep diving into the ocean or running though a fire. She said no to the latter.

Then one night in the summer after they had graduated, they went to the forest. They came here often enough that she had memorized a few of the trees wood patterns.

It was just the two of them. It was normal for them to hang out but lately she's been wanting it more. She loves her friends but there was something about being around someone who knew your mind before you've even spoken a word.

She thought it was gonna be one of those nights where they float above the trees and gossip about everything and nothing at all. It could be a serious talk night where they share their troubles and let them soar until they reach the stars.

When they got to their spot, Butch took out a bandana that had a dark green swirly pattern on it. Buttercup raised her eyebrows.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She questioned.

He only laughed and approached her. He spun her around so she faced the trees and covered her eyes. His chest was against her back much closer than they had been before. His fingertips brushed some of her hair and he was gentle as he tied it.

"Fly." He whispered in her ear.

They say that your other senses get heightened once one is removed. Right now all she could focus on was the smell of his cologne. Pine and campfire, a slight smoke to him that she desperately tried not to take a deep breath to smell him better.

Her heart pounded when he told her to fly.

"I can't see." She whispered.

Why was she whispering? Why did she feel small when they were the only ones here?

She could feel his laugh on her neck.

"No shit. I'm gonna tell you where to go so you don't smack into a tree."

"Promise?"

She had never heard him so serious.

"I promise." He whispered to her.

Slowly her feet came off the ground. She wasn't as scared as she was worried. She didn't want to crash but the trees were so close to each other that she wasn't sure if flying through them with her sight would have her not have a scrape or two.

But instead of coming back down, she bolted into the trees. She could feel the wind in her hair and Butch calling behind her.

"Right! Left" Left! Right"

Even though she couldn't see, she didn't feel anything but the rush. Sometimes she would turn over or do a corkscrew and hear Butch laugh behind her. If a tree branch did hit her, she didn't feel it. She only felt alive.

"You're doing great, Doll!" She could hear his voice.

Doll. That was the nickname he had for her. It didn't suite her. Not like the other ones. Sugar for Bubbles was common for most people to use. It lost any sliver of endearment and Butch liked to called that usually when he was being sarcastic with her.

She once asked him why he called her doll but he only shrugged. He said something about not even realizing that he did it. She dropped it after but she noticed every time. She also would call him doll in spite of him, but he never seemed to mind.

Her heart picked up and she wasn't sure if it was the thought of connecting with a tree in a millisecond. So she kept going for a few more minutes until Butch told her to ease up and they came across a small clearing.

Her feet connected to the ground and she took off the blindfold with a smile.

"That was crazy!" She jumped up. It was definitely a rush she had craved. "I've never felt more alive!" She shouted to the open sky.

"See told you I wouldn't let you crash." He smiled as he join her on the earth.

Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her and maybe it was a mix of emotions. Maybe it was the way the moonlight captured his face. Maybe it was the way her heart always seemed to beat around him. Maybe, just maybe, she craved something more.

And maybe she grabbed the front of his black shirt and yanked him until their lips smashed together. Maybe it was the way that he didn't hesitate for a single second and pulled her closer. Or maybe it was the way that when they pulled a part for a single second he whispered,

Finally, against her lips.

Somehow her back was against a tree and she didn't mind the slight roughness. Her hand found his hair and her legs found their way around his waist.

Sometimes she would lay in her bed and stare at the ceiling while her sisters were asleep and think about his eyes. How they were a dark velvety green but the light could capture them in a way that would make her lips part slightly. She would think about what would happened if she admitted something she didn't believe herself. She would mostly think about how it would be to kiss him.

She didn't wonder anymore.

It was warm and felt perfect. One of his hands stabilized him with the tree and the other held was holding her up at her ass. Ever so often his lips would turn up into a smirk when he gave a small squeeze and a noise she would never let anyone else hear except him would escape her.

They made out for a while and her hand slipped under his shirt and traced against his abs. She wanted more. She wanted this to not be some flimsy make out session in the woods where they would never speak about it again. She didn't want to go to college in the fall without her hand in his. She didn't want anything but him.

Because kissing him sent an electric pulse through her in a way it never has before. No amount of rollercoasters, free falling or daring each other to do dumb shit could give her this rush. Maybe her hormones were going ballistic and maybe it was the moment itself, but she could feel the world shift and the stars started to align. Perhaps thats too much but thats what it felt like. Perfection.

She liked the way his body molded to hers. A perfect fit like a puzzle piece. Yes it was clique but to think that someone was made especially for her but if she was honest, it was true. Who else got to say that some genius monkey decided to create your own personal destruction? Little did that monkey realize, he created all her desires.

Butch shifted until there was no space between them. Until the bulge in his pants was felt by her and grinding to a shaky rhythm. She wanted to ignore that feeling and focus on his lips, not because she didn't want to feel him, but because she could feel just how much there was of him. She was certain if they started anything else against this tree, they wouldn't stop till morning.

"Butch." She moaned into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He grunted and suddenly his hand was under her shirt and she shivered as she remembered she didn't wear a bra.

His lips found her neck and she's trying her best to remember what she was gonna say. The rush is too much in the best way possible. While he's busy making her blush and pant, her brain decides to remember it all.

"This isn't it, right?" She say between breaths.

He stops and looks at her. His pupils are blown wide and a sloppy smirk is on his face that he can't remove.

"Whats it?"

His fingers are still tracing her skin under her shirt.

"This." She points between each other and now she feels like an idiot for ruining the moment.

Of course he surprise her when he places a quick kiss against her lips. Its much softer and tended then before and its more gentle than anything.

"I hope not." He says. "Its okay if it is, if that what you want, but I'm not very good at lying to you so there's no point."

It was true. Butch could put on a performance for the cops or his dads, even his brothers to get out of trouble. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never keep anything from her. Not even when they were younger and hated each others guts. Blossom would grill the boys and they wouldn't budge but then they would locked eyes and his mouth would open.

She smiled. "Good, yeah thats good. I don't want this to be it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Her feet came back to the ground and she smooth her shirt as he fixed her hair.

"Its a shame you didn't bring your car." She said as they walked.

"Why would I bring my car if we can fly?" He questioned.

She decided that he looked cute, very cute, when he didn't pick up on things.

"Oh, no reason." She shrugged.

Oh.

Oh.

She saw his eyes widened and she could have sworn he blushed. Never thought she would see the day that Butch would get shy.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just wasn't thinking about that."

"I know." She smiled. "Still, it would of been fun."

He shrugged. "I don't know. I mean yes it would because who wouldn't want that, but I'd like to have more room than the back of my car."

"Why you don't want me pressed up against the window? Or better, me on top of you until not even the air can get between us?" She teased and their fingers touched.

Butch held in a groan. No doubt the image was running through his mind. "Well when you put it like that."

Buttercup laughed and hit his arm. She then wrapped her arm around his bicep and tried to keep it together when she felt him flex. She felt giddy and light. It was weird. Usually she was tough and content with everything around her but the smile would not come off her face. Maybe this is what being Bubbles was like. Maybe she understood her sister more. Or maybe she was just in a haze from him.

They arrived at the entrance of the forest where they had started. It was well into the night and she held down a yawn. She didn't want to leave yet, she just wanted to stay and be held by him.

"I don't want to leave." Butch said. She liked that they were on the same page.

"Me either."

He turned and tilted her chin up so he could see her eyes.

"How about tomorrow I pick you up in my car and we go and get breakfast and see a shitty movie at the drive in at night?"

"Butch Jojo are you asking me out on a date?" Again with her teasing. They always teased each other and she hoped it was still okay if they were together.

"I guess so. But you will be paying if you want any of this and I'm not a cheap date." He gestured to his body.

She rolled her eyes and stood on her toes and flung her arms around his shoulders. She probably could have floated up to be at his eye level, but it felt more romantic this way.

"I'd pay anything for you." She said and kissed him again.

He pulled away and brushed her bangs from her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow gorgeous." He said. "I'd fly you home but I'm scared of your sisters if they see me."

He was not joking.

She understood and she didn't want him to either. She didn't want anyone to know right now just because she just figured it out too. It was hers for a moment and she want to bask in it for a little.

He pressed one more quick kiss to her lips before letting her fly off into the night.

She arrived home to Bubbles passed out on her bed and Blossom sitting with a book with a small light on.

Buttercup said nothing as she kicked off her shoes and changed into her pajamas. She tried not to notice Blossoms stare on her but it was nearly impossible as she slid into her bed.

"Have a nice night?" Blossom asked as her book was set on her nightstand.

"Yep." Buttercup said she stared at her nails.

Buttercup made the mistake of looking up at her sister who stared at her with a knowing expression. Blossoms lips curled up into a smile.

"What?" Buttercup asked and she felt her heart pick up.

"Nothing, I'm just glad you had a good night."

"Oh, yeah. It was fun. Well good night."

"Night."

The sound of the lamp flicking off didn't have Buttercup close her eyes. Instead she stared at her ceiling where dim plastic stars glowed. Her smile still didn't leave as she replayed her night in her head and the possibilities of tomorrow.

She began to close her eyes and drift to sleep before she heard her older sister whisper,

"Your lipstick was smudged."

"Blossom not now-"

"Lipstick?" Bubbles voice cracked in the dark.

"All over her mouth like an animal with rabies." Blossom added.

"Oooo" Bubbles giggled.

"No, shut up." Buttercup threatened.

"You owe me five bucks Blossy."

"Five bucks!" Buttercup whined.

"Could of been ten if we got to Christmas." Blossom laughed.

"I hate both of you."

Bubbles giggled again. "Well we love you."

"So what time is he picking you up tomorrow?" Blossom asked smugly.

Now she wanted to throw her pillows at them. Buttercup flipped over on her side, back to her sisters to hide her blush even though they couldn't see her to begin with.

"Ten."

"Oooooooo." They both cooed at the same time.

"Go to bed!"

Her sisters laughter died down eventually just in time for Buttercup's phone to light up.

Sweet dreams, Doll

She had felt the rush of adrenaline thousands of times, yet right now, seeing that message, scratched the itch that she had craved for years.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! I appreciate you taking the time to read/ leave comments.

-Star

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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10. A cheerful and always beaming character slowly losing the light in their eyes as the people they love most leave them, one by one. Selected from this list

Pairing: Boomubbles (boomer x bubbles aka blues)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

TW: Character Deaths, Blood, Mention of psych ward (not graphic details)

Note: cannibal you never fail to get me to write angst. I hope that this was up to par. It’s not all about blues but just a little at the end so I hope that’s ok. Thank you for requesting! Hope you somewhat like this lol. First fic of the new year and its just pure angst. 

Tags: @cupcakesandnightmares @unvalley @shellielyzabeth (if you would like to be tagged in future fics or specific fandoms, lmk :) 

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The moment her eyes opened and the world around came into focus, it was like a new star was born. Blinking and basking in everything around, it all brought her joy.

From an early age, her giggles and laughter would fill every room. Even with tears rolling down her cheek or her muscles aching from a battle, her smile and the light in her eyes was visible for all to see.

Sugar. Spice. Everything Nice. Thats what she was made of and it seemed almost impossible for hatred, jelsoury and pure anger to enter her system. That her brain had skipped those parts and she was gifted with a world of light constantly.

She was a firework, a dazzling spectacle that everyone adore.

And slowly like that firework, she took off, blasted a last farewell of color and fizzled to never burn again.

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She's not sure what had changed about her, but something certain did.

Unlike the world around her, a mirror didn't lie. No matter how delusional she might have been or how much her heart ached, that mirror showed the blood and the scars that littered her body without remorse.

Adults handle a lot of things. Bills, student loans, children, work, etc. The circle of life was all a part of that balancing act. 

Death was also there.

Her fathers death was the start. It happened too fast.

She wasn't fast enough to catch his body. To hear his scream. But unlike the other victims, he wasn't that afraid because he knew his darling girls who he created and raised with care and love would save him.

When she reached him, his face had a smile.

But she was too late.

His own creation. The saviors of humanity. The joy and laughter.

She couldn't save him.

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The nightmares came one by one. His voice. His eyes wide but trusting. How could he be so trusting? Dying from the fall. Dying as his fingertips brushed hers.

It drove her sister to madness. This godly power could only stand so much.

A special form of solitary confinement for a super hero was built for her older sister. The bright pink of her power had been snuffed out and she was lucky if she could remember her own name.

Even after months of visiting, those pink eyes held memories that she couldn't express. 

The only thing Bubbles had left was her bow.

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Sometimes she wondered how much her body could endure. How much pain and blood loose could a chemically X charged body handle?

They said to stop the astroid heading towards Earth.

She should have let it crash and destroy a chunk of the planet.

Maybe then her other sister would still be alive.

Thousands of people attend her funeral like they did for the others, but she felt alone among the crowd. 

The crowd that she had vowed to protect. Vowed to make sure their lives went on even as hers fell apart. They would pass by the joy and laughter hoping to still see her smile. How selfish of them. 

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She stopped caring about the bruises that formed on her skin. Stopped caring about what she looked like or taking care of herself. She would wake up, save the city and return to the penthouse apartment they had gifted her for the troubles.

No one bothered the puff. No one asked anything. It was as if she was waiting for her end. Maybe then she would regain some peace. 

She hated the world around her. And she hated that she did. She was jealous of those who could grieve and go on with the pain. But a puff endures the pain. A puff can handle everything. 

She had so little left.

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Boomer stood at the edge of the bathroom as he waited for her to finish her shower. A warm towel he heated in the dryer sat on his lap. He just hoped she didn't collapse again.

The water turned off and he stood as the door opened. She stepped out into the cold room and he wrapped the towel around her soaking body, holding her to his chest.

The skin around her eyes was dark and even though she slept mostly through the nights, none of it offered peaceful rest. She was pale, not as pale as before but still concerned.

He looked down at her. His fingers gently moving the damp hair from the side of her face, touching her as if she could break at any second.

He once gazed into those eyes that shined like a magnificent sapphire. They were bright and could pull you into her gravity. Its what lead him to her. Her ability to captivate a room just by glancing its way was a sight to see.

But now a desert of lost souls had taken over. That sparkle in her eye had dulled. It became a black hole that collapse in on itself.

He felt it. The rumble coming from her chest. The sobs she held back bursted from her lips and she fell to the floor. She was shaking and clinging to him as he lowered to her level, pulling her close and raking his fingers through her hair.

"I got you." He whispered.

Her laughter, her joy. It had vanished so quickly he had almost forgotten what she had been like before.

"I can't do it." she sobbed. "I can't be strong."

"Shhh." He tried to sooth her. "You don't have to be. You've been strong long enough."

She cried for hours against him. Her hair drying in the process as he rocked her back and fourth. Her muscles screamed in agony and her throat was dry from the sobs.

She felt broken, more than ever before. Like a porcelain doll, pretty but lifeless. Skin cracked and faded from years of exposure to the sun.

She wanted it to all be over. This pain and heartbreak. She could barely save anyone anymore. She's a liability, a burden who has to harbor the pain of loss while others can go on.

There was only so much a person could take. The super strength and lasers couldn't heal her. Couldn't take the damage that had been done and fix it all. No matter how fast she flew in the sky, time would not reverse.

Her father and sister lost to the graves. While her other sister didn't know who she was. And her husband that held her. He didn't deserve who she was and the baggage that came.

"I wish I could take the pain from you." He whispered into her cheek.

It was then that she realized where she was and how long her body had been against his on their bathroom floor. She pushed her self up slowly, just enough to look into his eyes.

She wondered if the ocean ever got tired from competing with richness of his eyes.

Her thumb stroked his cheek as he watched her. Tears began to fall from his eyes as her lips tilted into the smallest smile he had ever seen.

She leaned and placed her lips against his. It was quick and light like a whisper.

"You can't take the pain, but you remind me of what I have left."

She rubbed her eyes and tried to steady her breath. She looked back at Boomer.

But he wasn’t there.

Her eyes widen in panic but she caught herself because she was doing it again.

Oh right. They never got married. Before they could even think of that step, his father told him to choose.

His brothers or her. Evil or good. Life or death. That was his ultimatum.

There was no redemption arc for her counterpart. No saving moment where he flew to her arms and told her that he would love her for the rest of time and the world could go to hell. He made his decision.

And yet the world still went to hell.

She pulled herself off of the floor, her skin now dry. She threw her towel into the pile of clothes that had been building up.

The mirror held no lies as she stared. She was all alone.

“You are going to save the world with your smile and joy.” Her father told her when she was little.

More tears fell from her eyes as she stared at the hollow figure she had become.

“I’m sorry dad.” She whispered before turning and walking to her bed hoping that maybe tonight the world would be kind enough to allow her some sort of peace.

Just like she had once offered it before.

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I wanna say hope you enjoyed but even that was rough for me. Thank you for reading! And thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Boomubbles

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

Notes: I saw a post about how more characters need an evil arc or demolished arc instead of redemption arcs. And well here we are lol

also I should be doing hw but here I am doing this instead 

Hope you enjoy!

Tags: @unvalley @cupcakesandnightmares (lmk if you would like to be tagged:) 

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He watched as her fist collided with the mans face. Blood tricked down his chin as his teeth became chipped and face spotted with black and blue. He knew she was going easy on him. Her punch could kill someone without much force, so she was determined that he felt the pain. 

Watching the electric blue power practically drip from her was enough to make any man go crazy, especially him. He had once known her to be a perfect little girl who was always at his throat and giggling constantly. 

That was until the world decided that heroes deserved nothing. 

It was comical to him how little humans who can barely save themselves wanted to belittle and turn on those who dedicated their lives to them. He watch from afar as her ‘joy and the laughter’ demeanor started to crumble. 

Bit by bit, she began to change. The weight of the world was finally too much to bare and when the towns people turned their backs on the three little girls, she snapped. They must have forgotten that sugar can eventually rot. 

He felt sorry for them for a spilt second, but he got over it quick because of her. He had never seen her crack under pressure, never once had she faltered in battle, but they made a mistake in thinking that the greater good will remain that way even when you mock and destroy it. 

So he watched as the gods they once worshipped turned into the nightmares they feared. As for him, he loved it. 

She was far more powerful, far more greater and far more beautiful when she didn’t care about the lives of others. 

He thought that one day she would be his undoing and take him and his brothers down for good, but instead she turned into something he admired and loved. 

She dropped the mans lifeless body to the ground and stepped over it. Her black heels splattered with a smidge of blood and she rolled her eyes. 

“Pathetic.” She sneered. 

He smirked widely and held his hand out for her to grab. “A useless waste. As for you.” He brought her close. “You were magnificent. I could watch you torture people all day. Hell, I want you to torture me.” 

A giggle came from her lips. A heavenly sound he thought was lost forever, but he was happy to know that he could bring it out. 

“Aren’t you quite the charmer?” She kissed his cheek. 

He marveled in her glory as they walked away, leaving countless bodies behind them. It was odd to think that a few years ago, she would have thrown him against the wall before sending his ass to jail. But now she was by his side. 

Day by day he got to watch as more poison entered her veins. The hatred of the world crept through her and reminded her of the innocence they took. He got to see the way her eyes light up as people fear her and he was sure that her heart was coated with black tar by now.

But her love for her sisters and animals and of course, him remained untouched. It was fascinating to him as his darling wife could bring people to their knees with just a glance of pure fury. He loved every ounce of that melted sugar woman. 

She was a bright ball of light. Once the sunshine on a gloomy day for the world to adore. And now she was the meteor that would burn it to the ground. And he would be there to bask in its flames. 

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Pairing: Boomer, this is a solo fic for best boi (well maybe a little boomerxmike at the end ;)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls 

Notes: Snippet September #4!

okay so I wrote this from an ask but then when it saved, it disappeared so I had to re-write it so im sorry for losing the ask. 

anyways the prompt was: boomer being done with his brothers, basically angsty boom. I changed it a little bit to incorapte the whole Jojo family so I hope you like it. (I legit couldn’t think of a title)

Tags: @seinlxlx (im sorry the ask got lost but I hope you enjoy this) @unvalley @cupcakesandnightmares (if you would like to be tagged pls lmk :) 

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He hated this city. Hated the shitty ass high school he was forced into and hated everything else in between. On the rare occasion where the blond would voice his opinion, he was met with a roll of the eyes and a “shut the fuck up” attitude from his brothers. And they wonder why he keeps to himself. 

His brothers were fine. When they weren’t picking on him or being assholes, they were just standard boys who liked to blow shit up and never take responsibilities for their actions, not like Boomer was any better. But he did know when to shut the fuck up, something Brick would probably never know. 

But when you were the golden boy to a genius chimp and literal demon, you really didn’t need to shut up. No, Brick could get away with anything because well, he was a villain who didn’t care for societies rules and only followed them during class time. Boomer would probably describe him as a narcissistic asshole who head is shoved so far up his own ass, he's surprised that his dad’s words even reach his clogged ears. 

Brick got everything he wanted because of his leader boy status and Boomer was fine with that. Butch became the materialistic brat child who would be at daddy Mojo’s beck and call if it meant he got a brand new car or a hundred bucks to blow on weed and a new hook up of the week. 

His older brothers, by measures he's not quite sure of, were the cream of the crop in the villain world. Blowing up shit and taking names, that's what the Jojo boys did best. At least the red and green duo. 

As for Boomer, the rich lifestyle and temptation with objects to steal stuff and “take over the world” never worked on him. As a kid, sure a bag of candy could woo him for a few hours, but as time passes, he stopped caring for it all. 

Maybe it was the fact that entering the school system meant that he witnessed what normal families looked like. Loving parents and siblings who actually got along started to look nice. 

Maybe he wished that his dads would look at him and want to be proud of his decent grades and guitar playing. Instead, he was a creation not for love and joy, but for their own use. He was basically a minion who saw through the facade that his brothers bought into. Maybe he wished he bought into it too so that he wouldn’t feel this way. 

So maybe his hatred of the world was created from jealously. Now he understands why robots shouldn’t get feelings. When your sole purpose is one thing, no wonder he felt like a disappointment. 

The world sucked. His brothers sucked and he was sure that if they weren’t related, they probably wouldn’t even know each other. His parents sucked too. Everything sucked major balls and he hated it all. There was no good left in the world. 

“Hey Boomer!” 

The blond looked up from the journal he was scribbling in. His so called “counterpart” full of sugar and giggles came bouncing towards him with a bright smile. 

“Oh, hey Bubbles.” 

She looked at his journal and to him and offered a small smile. “It looks like its gonna rain.” 

The sky did in fact looked darker than usual. “I guess so.” 

“Well, we wanted to know if you wanna come to the movies with us?” She pointed over her shoulder to where her sisters and other friends stood. “Thats is if you could spare your bad boy reputation to hang with us?” She teased. 

Boomer let out a small laugh before standing. “I think I can mange that.” 

“Great!” Bubbles clapped her hands together and wrapped her hand around his arm. “Yeah know, I think Mike has a thing for you.” She winked at him and pulled him along. 

“Bubbles, I will throw you into a building if you don’t keep your mouth shut.” He glared at her with the empty threat. 

She smirk and made a motion of zipping her lips. “Hey look who I found!” She said as they approached the group. 

“Sup Boomer.” Buttercup gave him a fist bump. 

“Glad you can join us.” Blossom smiled. “I hope the new zombie film is alright with you.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Boomer smiled and he felt himself relax a little bit. 

“Hey Boomer, how's it going?” 

Boomer turned to see Mike and he hoped that no one, well expect Bubbles, could tell that his heart picked up a bit. 

“Uhh, good. Yeah going good.” He said awkwardly but the brunette laughed and Boomer swore he saw him wink. 

“Make sure to save me a seat.” Mike said as he turned his attention back to Robin. 

Boomer nodded and his eyes met with baby blue ones who gave him a knowing glance. 

“Shut up.” He mouthed and she giggled. 

So yeah, the world sucked and he might hate everything. But he had to admit that having friends mad it suck a little less. 

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