"Buttercup," Butch's hand was on her shoulder and she doesn't know why but the way he said her name, softly, is getting to her.

It makes her feel girly. He makes her feel girly. What more was she should have sensed him coming; she was so off her game today.

So naturally, instead of batting her eyelashes like Bubbles might've, she roughly shrugged his hand off her bare shoulder when she turns around.

"What?" she says gruffly, crossing her arms over her chest. She's greeted with this far off look on his familiar features. And it's distracting but she's too proud to even admit it to herself.

There's a lurch in her chest that tells her that she actually misses the fucker.

Like many things these past months, she ignores it.

He looks about ready to throw out a careless zinger but she beats him to it.

She arches one eyebrow up, daring him to comment on the soft pastel green bridesmaid dress she has on. Or even the silver heels Blossom paired it with.

Butch, for once, was smart enough to acknowledge her silent threats. He shook his head and his trademark smirk was in place again.

"They need you in the kitchen," he snickered probably thinking how domestic it sounded, "something about a shoe falling in the cake."

Butch watched as the color comically drained from her face. Oh, god, he wished he had the forethought of whipping out his phone to capture the rare moment before she zipped to the hotel's kitchen.

He allowed himself a moment of tragedy before following her.

Butch was just in time to see Blossom struggling to strangle his oldest brother while he tries to keep his neck safely out of reach.

He would've laughed out loud but he really wasn't in the mood to catch the bloodlust in Blossom's eye.

Instead he watched as his counterpart examined the five tiered (honestly who commissions a five feet five tiered cake?) with the big dent to one side.

Her blood was just about boiling; he could feel it even with five feet between them.

Butch watched, as if in slow motion, as she slowly marched her way to Brick and slapped him upside the head knocking his beloved baseball cap off.

"You idiot," she says coolly.

By now Blossom had simmered down but was petulantly crossing her arms, like she was keeping from dealing a blow herself.

It was funny, Butch had to admit, seeing his normally collected brother massaging the back of his head a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What idiot steps on a cake?" Buttercup asked her brother-in-law or soon to be ex-brother-in-law.

"Believe me, puff, it wasn't on purpose," Brick grumbled out totally cowed, or at least Butch likes to think.

Buttercup scrunched her eyes close, willing a migraine to not come. There was minute tic to her right eyebrow Butch noticed though. Even 5 feet away? He's marginally proud of himself. Not to mention he knows what this entailed; him noticing her so much, that is.

"Forget about the cake, what about my pants and goddamn shoe?" Brick complained loudly. Stupidly too, Butch gathers from the collective spike in blood pressure from the two sisters.

"You're uninvited to the wedding," Blossom seethed out.

Brick snapped his attention to his wife.

"You can't uninvite me! It's my brother's wedding too!" Brick was outraged.

"You should've thought about that before STEPPING on the goddamned cake!"

"I told you, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Butch approached Buttercup as the couple continued bickering, thinking how oddly familiar it was.

It was like they were five again.

"He's such an idiot, he could just wash it off and fly until his pant leg dries," he whispers just a step back from behind her.

To say the least, the way she jumped five feet from the ground surprised him. She had always been exceptionally good at sensing him. What gives?

"Butch, you asswipe, I don't need your jokes right now," she's angry. Though about the cake or about how he managed to sneak up on her again, he doesn't know.

He rolled his eyes. Honestly.

"Jesus, green, did you forget you have superpowers too?" he asks annoyingly sardonic.

All she gave him was a confused look. She's getting slow too.

"You goddamn bake. You have heat vision and work quicker than DC's Flash, sweetcheeks," he drawled.

"It would take you," he glances at his watch just for the dramatics, he already did the math in his head when he first approached her, "2 hours, working at top speed, to make a mutherfucking five feet cake. Embellishments and all."

When she didn't retort he adds, "And still have time to get dressed. And if you're fast enough, there's still time to talk Bubbles out of this wedding."

"Oh."

"God fucking right, oh," he smiled devilishly at her.

Buttercup faced her sister who was brandishing a wooden spoon threateningly at her husband.

And a thought occurs to her.

"Why didn't Blossom think about that earlier?" she asks no one in particular.

She feels Butch shrug his shoulder, his suit jacket brushing up against her arm the material coarse and oddly soft. She takes a centimeter side step away from him. He sensed it.

"She's mad because the idiot didn't marry her properly?" he suggested.

Brick, from what Buttercup could remember from her sister's uncharacteristic gushing, did go down on one knee when he proposed. And the whole town was too interested (too vapid) to give them their privacy. A Powerpuff was engaged! To a Rowdyruff no less. You could imagine Townsville's buzz. Blossom was upset. Didn't like the attention and well, in a fit of fugue, kidnapped Brick so they could elope, a mere four months into their engagement.

The Professor wasn't happy about it, convinced that it was Brick's idea. No matter how his little girl tried to convince him otherwise.

Buttercup glances at the manboy beside her. When did he get so perceptive?

Just as the fight was about to escalate, Brick was lifting a heavy wooden cutting board, Buttercup caught their attention.

"If you two children are done, we think we have a solution," the two red heads glared at her, still on the defense.

Butch roughly elbowed her.

"Butch has a solution," she begrudgingly let out.

The couple simmered down enough to let go of their weapons. Brick raised an eyebrow dubiously at his brother. Butch came up with a plan? Butch made a mental note to send Blossom wasted pictures of their leader later.

"What is it?" Blossom was all business now.

"She bakes the cake."

A dress change and two hours later, Buttercup wiped the sweat off her brow. She smiled proudly at the five tier of hard work in front of her.

A low whistle was heard from the kitchen doors.

"Looking good, BC," he stalked closer and made sure to catch her attention enough to make a point that he wasn't staring at the cake, before continuing, "good enough to eat even," he smiled sharply.

The tic was back on her eyebrow. Her hand was poised to punch him but before she could, he dared a finger near the cake as if the swipe frosting from it.

Her hand roughly halted his, just like he was counting on.

Her hand was warm and the texture familiar. He was a masochist, always has been. He knows he'll end up thinking about her hands for the rest of the ceremony… and then some.

Butch made sure to keep eye contact with her. It's been too long since he's stared her straight in the eyes or since she let him, at least for this long. They were just as green, just as indefinable as he remembered.

Then they narrowed a faint look of disgust on her face.

She roughly pushed his hand away, making sure it didn't catch the cake. Normally she would've kicked his ass too, but that was strangely absent; like she didn't want to touch him more than she had to.

"Don't," was her only warning.

And he's tempted to ask her which about but she already turned, walking out of the kitchen.

"I have to change back."

HELLO! Recently I've been itching to write a BrickxBlossom story but this one came out and it wouldn't leave me.

More to come. 1/3 probably.

See you guys!

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