For Now You're Mine
A Possible Butchubbles-Boomercup Fanfiction Series
Open your eyes, open your mind, open your heart.
Eyes Wide Open
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It was late, so very late. In fact you really should be in bed right now.
3:45 a.m.
You glare at the clock before you.
That was the price of being a hero.
Heroine, as your bossy pink-eyed sister keeps correcting you.
The city forbids you to sleep peacefully for just one night.
As much as you loved crime fighting, you'd give up a quarter of your soul just to get a good night's rest for once.
When was the last time you slept for at least five hours? You seemed to have forgotten when. For now the longest amount of sleep you get is for an average of two hours.
You lay your clothes carelessly on your bedroom floor. God knows how eager you are to finally get some sleep.
You're so tired that you fail to notice the unknown mass of flesh sleeping on your bed, snoring loudly if you might add.
Tsunami Waves
"You're so easy to read but the book is boring me."
― Emilie Autumn
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You opened your eyes with a start.
You just heard a rather loud shriek from your sister's room.
One of the bad things about having superpowers is that your super senses are too sensitive in the mornings.
You quickly dashed to your sister's room. After all, villains often forget having the decency as to not disturb a superpowered girl's beauty sleep.
When you finally arrive to that said room, you can see Buttercup beating up a rather frightened Boomer.
You sighed. You should have expected.
This sort of thing has been happening ever since the blue Ruff took a strange liking towards your raven haired sister.
"What." *punch* "The."*punch* "Fuck." *punch*
You flinched every time Buttercup's fist landed on Boomer's now bruised-up face.
"When will these two ever decide to start acting like a normal couple?"
You glanced to the blonde haired girl beside you who just shrugged in response.
You sighed dramatically before you decide to stop the stupid banter between the couple who just disrupted your beauty sleep.
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Breakfast in the Utoniom Residence composed of Bubbles' sinfully delicious pancakes, sighs, glares, shrugs and a dash of orange juice.
You sighed for the umpteenth time.
Clearly The Professor had not been amused by Boomer's antics.
The father of the household glared at the now fidgeting boy beside your growling sister.
This scene has happened so many times that words were no longer needed to know about the white coated scientist's wrath. You felt sorry for the boy despite the fact that he was the main reason as of why your ever short sleep was cut even more shorter.
You could imagine the punishments that The Professor will do to the boy.
Everyone was silent until your ever sweet sister…
"Um, Professor?" he glanced at her. " I think it would be wise that we'll hold of this staring contest for another time because we're kinda getting late for school."
Your eyes widen in realization.
Oh sweet Jesus!
You glanced at the clock.
8:23
You were out the door before one could say 'Powerpuff.'
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You huffed in frustration.
There went your perfect record. You growled despite the fact that your classmates' stares.
Your heart sank from the sight of your teacher disappointed face.
This time you didn't feel bad about Boomer's punishments anymore.
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After second period, it was finally your free period, which meant a short trip to the library.
Homework after all was your first priority.
Being a superhero, having extra time was rare. You could never predict when the Mayor would give you call about another monster attack, which meant a slight possibility of her not getting her homework done at home.
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There you were casually doing your homework, minding your own business when the egoistical jerk decided to mind his business with yours.
"So Blossom, fancy seeing you here," he said with his nasal voice.
You ignored him, but clearly the jerk could not take a hint. Some Boy genius he turned out to be.
"So I heard you're planning on running for school president this year," you could hear the sound of a chair being pulled out.
Great he's going to sit beside me.
Your pink eyes met his dark blue ones.
A tint of pink was flushed on your cheeks from the realization as to how close his face was.
But of course you quickly shrug it off not allowing in increasing his already large ego.
"So what if I am? Afraid you'd lose Dexter?"
He scoffed.
"You think you'd stand a chance Blossom?" he retorted back.
You sighed; this small banter is taking up too much of your time.
"What do you want Dexter?"
He smirked, making you regret your own question.
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You did not expect that.
No, you seriously did not expect that.
Dexter, the egoistical, self-proclaimed boy genius, just asked you out!
Were you in a paralleled universe?
Did you just imagine everything that just happened?
Did Bubbles accidentally add some sort of substance in her pancakes that made you hallucinate?
Maybe the fumes during chemistry made you see things and hear things.
"Good, I'll pick you up at seven."
He didn't even let you respond, he just walked away casually. What a prat!
Home-made Tea
I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet
- Ed Sheeran
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You couldn't help but giggle.
You just couldn't!
Boomer and Buttercup.
An unlikely pair but the type you couldn't help but feel smitten by how cute they are together.
You had to admit that you used to have a huge crush on the boy when you were five but now, the way your sister looks at him when she thought nobody noticed is nothing compared to your so called childish puppy love.
You stared at the couple in front of you.
Buttercup, the easily provoked sister of yours was busy pulverizing her beau. While him on the other hand was busy dodging her wrath.
Mornings with these two never fails to amuse you.
When Blossom decided to stop their playful banter, you decided to start on your pancakes. After all it would be more amusing when The Professor decides to wake up.
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Just as predicted, breakfast was indeed entertaining.
It was slightly hard for you to hide your chuckle at the way The Professor glared at the cowering Boomer. Honestly, you would assume that the two would get used to it by now.
By the time you were done with your meal you realized how late it already was.
You sighed in disappointment before pointing that out with the others.
Oh well, maybe next time you'd get to watch The Professor affectionately give Boomer punishments. You can be a bit sadistic at times.
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Smiling, you waved at your art class partner. He was slightly preoccupied carrying two rather heavy clay busts in his arms but still managing to wave back, until one of the said busts fall off from his grasp.
Quickly you dashed beside him. You thanked God for your fast reflexes because if he gets into trouble you would surely be to reason.
You heard him sigh in relief before muttering a thank you.
"I see Mr. Believe made you his errand boy once again," you smiled as you walked beside him while slightly feeling bad for him because for an average person the bust was heavy and our art teacher just made him bring two.
"I'm used to it, he is after all my uncle," he shrugged.
Mike and you met during kindergarten but became closer during the first day of school in 3rd grade. Being the clumsy boy that he is made him a perfect target of bullies like Mitch Mitchelson but thankfully with your presence, he was safe. Not that he knows about that.
"Well that seems unfair, just because you're his nephew doesn't give you the burden of granting his every wish. You have more important things to do," you ranted making him smile a little.
"I'm okay really. Sure it's a bit annoying but he's family," he said simply ending your conversation.
When the two of you arrived in the art room it was surprisingly full but then you remembered how late you were.
Mr. Believe eyed you, making you feel a bit self-conscious. He must be disappointed that his best art student was late once again.
"So what are we doing today?" you asked the sandy haired boy.
"Uncle- I mean Mr. Believe said that we'll just have to continue on our miniature Eifel Tower model today. "
You both sighed. The task would have been interesting for the two of you if only you didn't finish the model yesterday. Mike and you were left with the agony of watching your other classmates finishing their half made towers from your own table.
"So I heard about Julie, how is she?" he asked with concern.
During your battle against the gooey monster Julie was accidentally hit by the monsters acidic spit sending her immediately to the hospital.
"I can't really say she's fine but thankfully her injure isn't fatal and the doctors said that she'll heal after a couple of days."
"Well that's good to hear; after all, she is joining the swimming team this year."
Before you realized it, the bell rang indicating that the class was over.
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You let out an annoyed sigh when you remembered that Math was your next subject. You weakest one.
Algebra has always been the hindrance of your dream of fulfilling a carefree life. Your relationship with the subject was nothing but hate.
To make things worst Brick is in that class. Excuse your French but, Brick Jojo is nothing but an insolent bastard who likes to rub on people's face about how good he is with numbers.
You wondered what the other girls saw in him. How is he listed as Pokey Oaks High's Hottest Boy Online?
You honestly cannot see why.
Usually, you always try to see the good in people but you just cannot see anything charming about him.
Your inner rant was interrupted by the sound of Robin's voice calling your name. She was motioning you to sit beside her. In which you gladly followed thanking God that she was between you and Brick, hindering him from bestowing you his cockiness when it comes to math.
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Math had been a nightmare. Thanks to Brick, Mrs. Gauss decided to give you all an on-the-spot quiz. You could guess that you would fail on that quiz when you receive the results.
When you finally got yourself free from the prison-like classroom your eyes were met by a large mass of red hair.
He and his brother Butch was standing outside glancing at you. You ignored them.
Convincing yourself that they were not there to torment you. They were just there talking. But alas, your first instincts were correct!
"Why if it isn't Bubsy!" you heard Brick's mocking voice.
You ignored him.
"Giving us the silent treatment eh?"
Butch was once again silent. As you all grew up, he became the most silent out of all the Ruffs.
He had the aura of mystery. You like mysteries.
Your face quickly grew hot when you got caught staring at him when he stared back.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of you bestowing your oh-so-heavenly presence Brick?" you felt proud that you finally perfected Buttercup's sarcasm.
His reply was cut-off when the sound of beeping caught all of your attentions.
Hesitantly, the three of you nodded before running towards the nearest exit and flew your way towards every monster's favorite terrorizing spot.
Is it slightly confusing?
If so, the first part is according Buttercup's POV
While the second is Blossom's
And lastly Bubbles'
I hope you like it so far.