Okay, so this is my first story on here…at the moment I'm only making this a oneshot, but if more if I get enough responces, I maaaaay turn this into a few more chapters. So yeah, here the first chapter of 'Give Me Your Blessing'!


Dad, if there was anyone in the world that would have to say something about my love life it would be you. Sure, Blossom and Bubbles wouldn't happy with my choice...but hat would be pretty hypocritical. I mean, look who they fell in love with? Brick? Boomer? Are they the type of guys you really want your daughters to date? You're a professor...that genius brain of yours must have seen this coming.

He is the type of guy that every girl dreams of. Tall and tanned...let's not forget handsome. Ha, I sound like such a girl..what the fucks wrong with me? Anyway yeah, every girl wants him. And somewhere along the lines he chose me. Even through all the dumb bimbo's who would open their legs within a 5 mile radius of him and all the 'smart' ones who thought they were worthy enough to change him. I mean, I'm a fucking Powerpuff girl! We were born enemies, we would fight the second we got eye contact...we even tried to kill each other!

But through that, there was this crazy shit kind of attraction. Those eyes..those fucking eyes. They're full of anger and terror, they could scare anyone off with just a glare. You know the type, like the ones you used to read about in our old bed time stories. Only difference is, this monster had a little something else in those gorgeous green eyes. They have lust. They have playfulness. They have a challenge. Maybe I was that much of a good girl, I would have ran a mile like you had told me to, unlike Blossom and Bubbles. But you know me, eh? Stubborn old Buttercup.

Then there's that body. Ohhhh that body. Not only is at least a foot taller than me, he's also build like a brick wall. That's enough to drive away the toughest of guys...but not me. He can punch harder than anyone, fight harder than anyone...and stupidly, it turns me on. He could probably fight me, until my last breath with still enough power to take me out again. Not that he would be able to beat me or anything. He's not that strong.

Maybe that's what drew me to him. That power. That strength. He can challenge me in ways no one else can. He brings out the best and the worst in be. It's turned into a sick addiction. And honestly? It scares the shit out of me. This whole situation scares the shit out of me. And why am I scared? Because I think I'm in love with this asshole.

He's given me bruises, cuts, broken bones, so much pain in the years since he came back. He irritates the crap out of me, knows how to push all my fucking buttons, makes me jealous (not that I would be stupid enough tell him), and makes me want to kill him. Most of Townsville describe as a monster and I sure you do as well. But hey, it wouldn't be love if he didn't irritate the crap out of me, now would it? Starting to sound like I'm not as into him, as I make out…maybe I should say something nice.

He makes me laugh. His idiocy, his goofiness, his playfulness. You wouldn't think this looking at him…but there's a kid still stuck in that body. He's one hell of a prankster, almost as good as me. We're practically the same.

I know I've been rambling on for a while now, but long story short…I'm in love with Butch Jojo. I know this isn't your idea of a perfect relationship and I probably should of told you sooner…I stupid because you're the only person I'm actually scared of. I mean, your my dad I just want to make you proud of me. I know this is a long shot…but can you give me your blessing?


There you go! Ahhh that was nerve racking! Any constructive criticism is welcome, but pleeeease not too harsh! Big loooove!