.*Bubbles and Butch fic, rated M for A LOT of swearing, talk of mental health and suicide, talk of drugs and sexual situations. if triggered by any of this move on and have a fantastic day!*

(prologue)

Everything changes for a reason, some changes are good... And some are hopelessly bad.

For Bubbles it was one day, it changed her life, mind, who she was and who she got close to. As the years went by she began to recede into herself, she stopped talking almost completely and didn't really socialize anymore. She was no longer Bubbles, she was just hollow soul under alive human skin. She went down a path of trying anything to make her pain go away.

Today she might have found someone who might.

(Story)

A phone ringing echoed through a mostly empty apartment, the ringing stopped and the phone went to voicemail. A voice came through leaving a message. "Hey Bubbles it's Blossom... This is the tenth time I've called you... I just wanted to know you are okay... When you hide you scare me... Please text me or call me! Love you!" She looked at the phone, her duller eyes held nothing. She opened up her meds and took another pill, not caring about the side effects anymore. She just wanted to numb herself, to feel nothing just so it stopped hurting. She would usually smoke weed with it but she was out at the moment, unfortunately it was the only combo that worked. It made her get happy and lost in a blissful abyss. She hated not having it and the reason why pissed her off.

She forced a yogurt into her body, because the meds made her puke if she didn't eat. Bubbles sunk into the chair into the kitchen, she was exhausted and felt like crap. She hadn't slept that week at all, her mind just wouldn't allow it without the weed. She decided to wander around outside, not really caring about where she ended up. She been locked up in her apartment for weeks, finally feeling the fresh air. Her face had no emotion on it as she walked, she felt a drop of rain hit her and rolled her eyes continuing to walk. She didn't care if she got rained on, she felt it start to pour and she still continued to walk.

She didn't notice that someone had spotted her when she reached the rundown part of the city with a look of recognition and started to follow behind her trying to get her attention. "Hey! You Blondie!" She turned to see a guy with green eyes and dark hair, she knew him... He was Butch JoJo. He looked at her face and his eyes widened. "Jesus..." He sounded shocked, probably by her appearance. "What do you want?" She turned to face him, her eyes void of emotion and her face blank.

"You look more depressing than a funeral home..." He raised a brow, she rolled her eyes at him. "Your point..." She said putting her hood down. "Are you okay?" He asked her both brows raised in actual concern. "Nothing that the drugs can't fix..." She knocked on her head, giving him a blank look. "Wow... You disappear for over a year and this is what's come outta it?" He asked her getting closer. She didn't know why was talking to him. He on the other hand was instantly intrigued by her almost cold demeanor. It was new, and new interested him. He smirked wanting mess with her a bit. Wanting to see something on that emotionless face.

She started walking again and he walked beside her. "What are you doing?" She asked, showing annoyance. He wanted to see more "Making sure you don't jump into traffic..." He smirked at her. "Oh please... like I'm lucky enough to die from that..." She rolled her eyes again walking faster, he did too. "Why are you following me? Don't you have something to rob or steal from?" She glared, he was bringing out the feelings and she wanted nothing to do with. He had no clue what he was actually doing, her anger in this state wasn't safe to people around her. Especially without her weed, she mentally cursed her dumbass dealer.

"I don't do crime anymore Blue... Never thought I'd hear one of you tell me to go steal something just to get rid of me..." He said with a chuckle. "Because you're annoying me..." She said with a sigh she needed to get away from him. "I thought you were supposed to be the nice one?" He asked her with a teasing tone. "And I see you're still the all brawn and no brain idiot..." She walked down an alley to get away from the annoyance behind her, punching a random dude who was mugging someone in anger and continued walking. Butch looked down at the guy while walking past him, hot on her tail. He noticed that it was an unnecessarily hard punch. Okay he had never seen that before.

"Christ I think you almost killed him..." He chuckled still following her. "Stop following me! Fuck..." She groaned in agitation. He started laughing, he didn't know why following Bubbles who had a whole different attitude was so intriguing to him. "You need to chill out..." He said with a sarcastic tone. "You need to fuck off..." She said rounding him so fast he almost crashed into her. "Do you want a blunt to calm down? Like seriously loosen up..." He meant it as a joke but he saw her face change to one of skepticism. "Are you being serious because that'd actually be fantastic..." She crossed her arms looking at him with mild interest. "Wow... since when do you smoke that shit?" He asked actually surprised by her response. "For awhile, my guy has been avoiding me again because I punched him in the face for grabbing my ass and not making it worth my while..." She was back to that emotionless face. She really hoped he had it because she wouldn't care if he was around her or not.

"I have some on me of you're asking, but what's in it for me?" He said holding up the bag. What would she be offering to get this? "I got money, food, music, cable or tits but that's only for the really good shit..." She said analyzing him. "Uh I didn't expect that last one..." He was surprised again. "Any of those interest you?" She asked, patience thin. "Sure I guess..." He shrugged. She looked around before landing on him. "Come on..." She said taking off into the air, he with confusion on his face followed. They landed in front of her apartment complex and she walked inside, again he followed her. She stopped in front of her door, using the key but the door was stuck. She roughly slammed her shoulder into it, not even a care, opening it and walking inside. "Lock it, those fuckers will try to steal your shit if you don't..." He listened to her. "Make yourself comfortable..." She said walking into what looked like a bedroom to Butch and without any thought or closing the door, took her wet hoodie and shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and clearly she didn't care if he saw.

"Woah!" He said turning red and turning around. It threw him off, most chicks he knew cared about privacy. Clearly not this one as she said "Haven't you seen tits before?" and walked back into the main living room in a new shirt. His eyes locked on her arms littered with tiny white scars. Was that what he thought it was? "Yes but could you give me a warning that you have absolutely no shame?" He thought he was shameless. "I don't give a flying fuck about shame... please roll us up something to smoke while I grab a twenty..." She went into the kitchen and as he finished rolling up two joints, he was handed a twenty dollar bill. She sat on the couch with him instantly grabbing it.

She grabbed a lighter from the coffee table and lit it, taking a long drag and breathing the smoke out of her nose. He could tell that she wasn't kidding, she smoked like a experienced pro. "I didn't expect to be sharing weed with a puff today..." He took out his lighter and took a drag of his own. "You and me both... I don't care what you do... stay if you want..." She said leaning her head back and letting out another puff of smoke. "You do anything else? " he chuckled. "Yeah... a metric shit ton of happy pills..." She said relaxing into the couch. "Where'd your filter go?" He asked her with a curious look. "It ran out of my mind with my sanity..." She let out a dry chuckle.

"What's on your arms?" He hoped this wasn't crossing a line. "Me being a dumbass teenager and trying shit I shouldn't have ..." She shrugged. He couldn't help but laugh, who was this chick and what did she do with Bubbles? "What happened to ya? You were just a mushy pile of sugar before..." He didn't know what changed. "Not something I like talking about..." She said with a bored look. "O--kay..." He said in confusion. "This is some really good shit..." She sunk into the couch further. "Yeah I grow it..." He said putting out his joint, she continued to smoke. "You're cool... can I buy off you from now on?" She asked with genuine seriousnes. "Yeah, as long as you got things I want I'll deal for you..." He shrugged.

"Wanna listen to music?" She sounded beyond relaxed now. "Sure..." He shrugged again. She turned on her sound system and a song by deftones came on (Cherry waves) and she looked like she was in her own world. "You're right... this is some good shit..." Butch sunk into the couch that was actually quite comfortable. "You know what the best thing to do when you're this stoned is?" He asked looking at her with half closed eyes. "Fuck.." She shrugged and he started laughing. "Other than that..." He shook his head with a smirk. "I don't know..." She laid completely on the couch, putting her legs up on him.

"You got YouTube on your tv?" He asked nudging her with his legs. "Yeah... comes with the cable.." She threw him a remote. He turned on the t.v. and put on fail videos. "I love watching stupid people on good shit..." He chuckled watching as the song changed. (Change deftones) "Do you look in the mirror?" She let out a stoned giggle. "Oh fuck off..." He chuckled continuing to watch. "I still think fucking is better..." She shrugged. "Yeah but not everyone can do that..." He couldn't help but laugh. "I can, I always have options for that... It depends on if and when I want it..." She said leaning up to look at him. "I have an option right next to me..." She said pointing to him. "What makes you think I'd want to do that with you?" He raised a brow. "You're telling me right now of I offered you'd turn it down?" She challenged raising a brow of her own putting out the blunt now the size of a good roach. He looked at her up and down, she was beautiful and had no filter. She had a nice size on her chest and a good amount of curves. She had dark circles but that wasn't a turn off. He'd say she'd be worth a shot if she offered.

"I guess you're right..." He said after thinking about it. "Great because really good shit makes me feel like I'm going into heat and I will do anything to get it in..." She said draping her arm off the couch. "Is this that type of really good shit?" He asked her suggestively. "Yep..." She said using her bare foot to rub his thigh. "How long until you jump me?" He was starting to like where this was going. "Right now..." She said her foot moving to rub him through his jeans. He leaned his head back, he didn't expect this when she was yelling in the streets at him. She used her toes to grip him and he moaned.

She continued to use her foot to tease him, feeling him stiffen under the touch. He took her foot and turned off the t.v. and moved to hover over her. She attacked his lips without hesitation and he returned her enthusiasm. She took off his shirt and pushed him on his back. Butch looked at her in arousal and surprise, no girl had ever taken charge with him before. She took off her shirt and leaned down kissing his chest, and gliding her tongue down it around his nipple and to his navel before working her way back up and back to his lips. She was very experienced, he could tell. She left hickeys all over his torso, nibbling each one after she left it. He had enough and sat up, moving to kiss her neck and around her chest and breasts. He took her nipples into his mouth and she moaned out. He left a couple hundred hickeys around her skin as pay back.

She used her hand to reach into the coffee table drawer and pulled out a condom. She got his attention and he grabbed it, starting to remove his pants. She removed hers faster, already completely naked and waiting for him. He noticed that her hand had drifted down and started to play with her lower lips. He gaped at her, he's never seen someone openly masturbate in front of a person they barely know like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He then sees her give him the most deadpan look, sticking her wet fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean. That made him harden to almost a point of painfulness. He pulled her legs so she was laying down, and without hesitation he thrusted into her. She moaned out and already started moving her hips. He began to move at a steady pace and she braced herself against the arm of the couch.

"Go faster! I am no weak bitch!" She said with a moan. He because of his powers had to hold back during sex, maybe she could take it. He began to move the pace he liked to go, she took it and moaned louder. He went harder and she actually moved against him to feel more. He actually started to lose himself and heard the couch slam off the wall. She arched underneath him, she started to already tighten around him. He angled himself to hit her spot just right and she screamed, gripping him like a vice.

He was still hard and she smirked. "Flip me big boy..." She said wiggling her hips. He put her on her hands and knees, she stuck her ass in the air giving him a show. He reinserted himself inside her and already started to thrust and a almost inhuman speed. She moaned louder than before and openly moaned out "Fuck I love this position!" He grabbed her hips and started to slam into her. She didn't whine or cry about it, she dug her nails into the couch. He felt himself getting close and reached down to play with her clit. She ground her hips into his and he felt her release all over his dick and thighs. He groaned and released, both slumping on to the couch in a heap of dirty, high, sleepy and sweaty limbs.

"That was the best sex I've ever had..." She said burying her face into the couch. "Same..." He agreed and she wiggled against him, he made and appreciative noise and flipped them so she was lying on top of him. "Put the blanket over us..." She grabbed the condom off him and dropped it in a plastic bag in front of her couch. "Same time tomorrow?" He asked yawning. "Yep..." She said and he nodded. Both fell asleep, for her it was welcomed.