A/N: Trying to combat writer's block so sometimes you just have to turn to outside your comfort zone: Behold- three drabbles for all three of the "Color-crack" ships as requested by my Discord group XD
Enjoy my lovelies! Special Thanks to Nyanicornyay & BunnyKoi for the prompts! :D
"Autumn"
Pairing: Boomercup
There was something about the autumn that Boomer always looked forward to.
No, it wasn't the new cheerleaders and or the so called "fresh-meat" as his….rather special brothers would crow over, hooting, hollering, cat-calling…
And yet Brick still wondered why without fail he'd end up with pom-pom in the face.
Though gotta admit watching Blossom Utonium managing to cram a full sized pom-pom halfway down his brother's throat without choking the guy to death was uh…. Quite the sight.
Everything nice…. Riiiiiiiight.
Bubbles had just given that big toothy smile that would make all reasonable people shake in their damn boots and even Butch would just laugh nervously and back away.
Quickly. Very quickly.
The so called "sugar" of the trio was seriously the scariest fucking thing in this entire damn city! Fuck the goddamn lobster! Boomer had been paired in enough disastrous projects over the years with the crazy blonde to know that that chick…. That chick was…
No wonder Butch was secretly drooling all over her… she was just as bat shit crazy as him!
He shuddered. What was Boomer talking about again? Uh…
The wind blew listlessly and a leaf just came and smacked Boomer in the face- stupid leaves! Stupid Fall-! … Oh right- that was it. Fall. What he was looking forward to, right, right.
The blonde put his hands in his pockets as he gathered up his long sleeved flannel shirt, it was good to be able to cozy on up back in his nice Fall clothes, scooch on over with all the nice blankets, pour himself a nice cup of Joe' and put plenty of marshmallows in- What? Marshmallows and coffee? What's wrong with that? You don't see Boomer questioning your choices in life!
….anyway, see yeah those were all nice and all- okay seriously, Brick drinks his solid black with nothing in that shit and you should see the look on Blossom's face when he tries to be some kind of idiot and pull some kinda- Boomer didn't know, Lady and The Tramp thing with a coffee stirrer instead of spaghetti (?!) when he tries to flirt- oh wait scuse' him: Brick just "partook of Psychological warfare" with his counterpart. His mistake.
…. Boomer didn't get to finish his coffee today, he's not thinking clearly.
So yeah, an excuse to drink hot coffee without being like… weird was kind of great but-.
It wasn't the best part of Fall.
It was October, so there was a shit ton of candy sales and shit- everyone had costumes and the big dance was coming up… so guess that was a cool thing… if you were into that kind of stuff…
Butch totally wasn't the one who melted three prospective Blue Puffy dates' shoes…. Uh huh sure.
Wonder how the janitor managed to clean up all the melted rubber….
Not that it was any of Boomer's business.
But nah, Halloween, hot drinks, and just you know- Fall itself was great but uh...there was something better in all that-.
"HEADS UP!"
He ducked smoothly. He'd known it was coming and picked up the ball smoothly. Three, two-one.
"Seriously!" The green eyed Puff stormed over, lacrosse stick over her shoulder and arched her hip and stuck out her nicely toned legs as she tapped a foot impatiently. "When are ya gonna learn ya dumb blonde- stop taking this route when you walk home! You're gonna get hit idiot!"
Boomer nodded like he always did and Buttercup pursed her lips in a scowl before she turned on her heel and stormed off, in that nice… lacrosse uniform that...well yeah.
That right there… was why Fall was a great season.
Yes it was.
"French Fry"
Pairing: Blossutch
He hated it.
He hated that thing with all his being. Everything. It was touching something that was his. His! Butch's yo! Something he wasn't allowed to touch- oh no never in school - blah blah!
His bros got all kinds of action in dark corners and yet here Butch was, with the sexiest one of all and he couldn't even get a damn measly-!
"Is there a reason you're glaring at my tray?" She murmured with a raised eyebrow.
Butch scowled. "No I ain't."
Blossom only again raised an eyebrow and then dipped that fucking french fry in her ketchup, "I see." She bit off the tip of it before cradling her face in her other hand. "So I guess we're playing that game then are we? The- "I don't want to talk about my feelings so I'm just gonna grunt and make nasty faces when my girlfriend isn't looking" game?" She drawled. "Butch… I think you're cute but you're so predictable at times. So why not just avoid the theatrics this time?" She swung the fry like a conductor's baton in his face.
Son of a… was that lipstick?! Was that fucking lipstick on that goddamn fry!?
Was she seriously wearing fucking lipstick! Glossy nice- pretty perfectly done lips and fucking-! You know, he had fucking Buttercup and Bubble in two of his goddamn classes and guess what- their lips were never… never pristine and smooth at the end of the school day! Aw no! They were both smudged and shit and unrecognizable- and then his fucking brothers would come sauntering over and whoopty fucking doo- look at that- pink! Red! All over their fucking-!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Butch…. Words. Not sounds." Blossom drawled.
"S'fine." He muttered.
She looked at him blankly with shaded eyes, she'd done her makeup all nice and pretty today too- and her hair was nice too, perfect and not a damn hair out of place just like her clothes and… make up and…
Buttercup had adjusted her shirt this morning in Bio.
Bubbles had flipped open her compact and redone her gloss at her locker on the way to PE.
Boomer had smirked and walked with a whistle to his step.
Brick had smoothed back his hair and walked liked he'd owned the place.
"Butch-MMPH!?"
Well okay maybe he'd deserved the shove, and the high pitched WHAT THE FUCK!? - but now her lipstick wasn't so perfect no more was it!
WAS IT!
"Not so perfect now huh!"
She blinked. He crossed his arms. She blinked again.
"...What?"
"Your makeup." he snapped. "It ain't so perfect now is it?"
A third blink, and then she put her hand to her mouth thoughtfully, "... It couldn't have waited until after I'd popped a breath mint?" She finally said dryly.
He was the one to blink this time, before he cleared his throat. "I like ketchup." Oh hey, that was a french fry- hey he liked fries!
"You're an idiot." Blossom shook her head but she also had that cute little what am I gonna do with you look as she did it so Butch was in the clear.
"Yweah bwa wu wuv mwe-!" He grinned in between chowing down on the rest of the fried potato goodness his hot as fuck girlfriend had presented him.
"... Just eat your fries."
"Grape"
Pairing: Bubrick
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He hates this shit.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
What was he even doing here again? He didn't sign up for this crap- the only reason he agreed to come to this shit event was because Boomer fucking begged him and Butch called him a pussy too "afraid" - Tch.
Brick slumped more down in the chair.
He ain't afraid of shit. He just had better stuff to do than watch the legion of hormones and sip on bad punch. Grape. Blech. Shitty punch to add insult to injury.
Obviously his brothers were having a grand old time showing off in front of the crazy witch and the prude stick in the mud bitch. Truce.
Give im' a damn break. What was the point of some kind of lame ass truce next to letting his brothers get it on with the two single worst choices the two morons could have possibly made!
But whatever, Brick was a good brother and so the sacrifices he made for his brothers' happiness were set because eldest.
Whoopty fucking doo- pass him some more bad grapeade or whatever.
"Jeez, don't you look so happy to be hear."
He groaned. Oh what the….
"Back off Pigtails." He muttered. Bubbles Utonium the single most annoying of the three sisters only huffed and plopped her little self on the seat opposite Brick. Great: more joy to this fantastic evening!
"You know you could try to have fun." She pursed her way too pink lips. "You're always such a grouchy pants- go on smile- like this see?" She threw him a big toothy grin.
"No."
"Oh c'mon Brick!" She pouted. "It wouldn't kill you! It's nice to smile!"
"Actually I'm pretty sure something "nice" killed me once." He drawled. She blinked and then poured more.
"Oh right…" she giggled nervously, "That. Um well Blossom says that's totally in the past though so-!"
"Because she likes swapping spit with my dumbass of a brother."
She blinked again. "I mean… aren't they happy though?" She cocked her head. Brick scowled.
Butch was happy obnoxious theatrical impressions or whatever and the redheaded prude was just sitting there watching him do it with an unreadable expression on her smug face as he swung her other hand around.
Tch. Idiot.
They both were. Boomer was following the green bitch around like a simpering little puppy and just ugh… just… fucking… ugh.
"Tch whatever." He turned his head from the obnoxious sight. It made his stomach turn. The blonde though wouldn't let up.
"Hey I like this song!" She hushed. "It's such a fun dance! Come on!"
"No."
Now she narrowed her eyes and tapped her foot. "Brick Jojo I am not going to let you sit here like a party pooper - now you come to the dance floor!"
He met the piercing blue glare evenly.
"How's about I don't and I also don't throw this grape gunk on your pretty dress."
They glared at each other before… he felt a shudder up his spine. He… didn't like that look: that look didn't bode well for him. He'd heard stories about- aw hell no! Uh uh!
That sickeningly sugar sweet smile brought nothing but darkness in its wake and Brick saw his entire life flash before his eyes.
"Oh well, lucky that I'm wearing purple then!" She said brightly before- YOINK -and sure enough Brick was off the chair and being dragged to join the rest of the party by the ever smiling blue eyed devil.
Joy and the laughter….
Bullshit.
A/N: These were oddly fun to do... don't be surprised if more color-clash / color-crack pairings come up here XD
Thanks for reading! :D