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I'm never goin' down

I'm never givin' up

I'm never gonna leave, so put your hands up

If you like me, then say you like me

"Say You Like Me" -We the Kings


Boomer was in trouble, of that much he was certain.

He knew his brothers were suspicious of his odd behavior the past few days, but he already had enough on his plate without having to worry about them jumping down his throat. Shit.

Butch by himself wasn't too bad, he normally smoked himself into so much of a stupor that a meteorite could hit him and he wouldn't notice. But Brick?

The guy was like a walking talking lie detector. Anytime one of them put one toe out of line, he was there to grill them for answers. Literally and figuratively. His reasoning was simple: they had too much to prove to Townsville to fuck things up now.

Plus, and this was just a suspicion, Boomer got the feeling that his brothers had gotten laid recently. A really good one. And there weren't too many available candidates for that romp in the hay.

Butch's twitching ceased drastically, and he seemed more...even tempered as of late. Brick's brooding and aloof behavior leveled out whenever he left the house. He would come back with a shiteating grin on his face, stumbling around like his legs were made of jelly. Not to mention the sickeningly sweet smell that permeated around him like a veil.

Yet the final clue had Boomer the most concerned of all. Bubbles had noticed similar behavior in her sisters. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

It seemingly happened overnight, according to the blue puff. Blossom and Buttercup would give each other a look, then burst into laughter at a joke only the two shared.

Bubbles was starting to feel left out, and whenever she saw Boomer these days, all she would do is press him to tell her family about their secret relationship. When he would put up any kind of resistance, the fat tears would begin to pool in her oceanic eyes, and Boomer would crack. You try saying no to an angel incarnate.

So they had finally decided on a day. Today in fact, and Boomer couldn't sleep at all.

Glancing at the ungodly hour on his clock, he decided his time would be better spent doing something productive. Boomer pulled on his swimwear and grabbed his longboard before slipping out of his dark room.

He could hear Butch's restless tossing and turning. A good sign, but the green ruff was dead to the world whenever asleep. Brick was a bit trickier, his years of being the oldest had forced him to become a light sleeper and an insomniac to boot. It had gotten better lately, but one could never be too careful.

Floating to avoid making footsteps, Boomer drifted silently across the threshold and out into the wee hours of the morning. With one last glance at the house, he soared off towards the coast.


Surfing always seemed to calm Boomer down, especially at dawn when not many were out. Most normal people could get seriously injured taking to the ocean in the dark, but Boomer definitely wasn't a normie.

Seeing in the dark came naturally to him, and he felt at peace in the frigid waters. The moon was still shining in the sky, sunrise was still a ways away, and out here Boomer could think.

Sitting on his surfboard in the glassy morning water, he thought of his life, how much it had changed in the past few years since growing up, of his brothers and how he did love them. Mostly though, he thought of Bubbles.

That girl who brought the light into his sinful world. Her cheerful smile on her baby pink lips that could stop wars, her beautiful blue eyes that were as vast and deep as the sea Boomer floated on, her golden hair that smelled of springtime and new life.

Boomer's heart ached for her. She was his lifeline, his one, true connection to happiness. All she wanted was to share that with her family, who she loved dearly.

Boomer shifted to his stomach as he released a breath. "But I'm scared." He was scared of what her family would say, of the disgust and revolt in their eyes as their sweet Bubbles was defiled by a Rowdyruff Boy. The last thing he wanted was for them to forbid the relationship, not that they would stop seeing each other. That certainly didn't stop Romeo and Juliet now, did it?

No, but it would make life more difficult for them. A future would then seem near impossible without familial approval. And he knew Bubbles wanted the fairytale romance complete with the happy ending. She would fall apart if they couldn't ride off into the sunset.

He clenched his fists as the gentle waves rocked him. He had to do it, for her, and he wouldn't stop until her family saw the better side of him. "I'll do it for you Bubs." Only the ocean heard his whisper.

The sun began to peek out over the horizon and Boomer reluctantly began to paddle back to shore. He had a big day ahead and he needed to look the part. Anything for you, queen of my heart.


"Where the hell are you going, looking like a fuckboy?" Butch jabbed at his brother as Boomer finished combing back his hair into a neat part.

"None of your damn business." Boomer didn't even blink as he sent a remark back at Butch. "Why do you care anyway? I don't ask where you and hothead disappear to these days." He spun around to meet his brother in the eyes, knowing half the truth already.

Butch visibly paled. He scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "Just, hanging out. Working on the car, y'know."

Boomer rolled his eyes. While Butch was known for ripping apart machinery to create his Frankenstein's Monster of a car, that glorified piece of shit was still parked on the roof. It hadn't moved in days. "Whatever, just don't get her pregnant, okay?" Boomer took one final look in the mirror before checking his watch. Only one more hour before he was supposed to meet the Utoniums for lunch.

"HEY!" Butch tried to take a swing, but years of falling for that trick had paid off, and Boomer quietly sidestepped out of harm's way. "C'mere you little fucker!" Butch tried to tackle his youngest brother, but blind rage was no match for quiet indifference.

Boomer dodged the assault, using Butch's momentum against him and pushed him forward. The green ruff sent himself charging into the wall, leaving a light impression of his body behind. "Yeah, okay. Have fun then." Butch groaned out.

"What are you two doing, now?" Brick's raspy voice called out from the kitchen. His cadence took on that of a worn-out mother whenever his younger siblings decided to duke it out. "PLEASE tell me nothing's broken, this is a nice house."

As Butch tried to peel himself from the wall, Boomer casually strolled to the door, car keys swinging in his hand. "Nothing, nothing. Butch is just making an idiot of himself." Boomer opened the door as Brick raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll be back later, don't wait up."

Brick sent a wary look at his blue baby brother. He was driving somewhere? But Brick decided to let it go. "Right. Don't fuck anything up."

Boomer paused. "I won't." He smiled before stepping out. Brick often repeated this mantra to the boys whenever they went out together, but this time the words rang truer than they ever had before.

The drive over to the cafe was uneventful, but Boomer's heart began to pound harder and harder the closer he got to his destination.

"Just be cool, it's all going to be okay." He took a few deep breaths before making the final turn.

A quaint little coffee shop appeared before him, and his palms began to go clammy. Monsters, demons, gorillas for parents? He would take all of those at once before tackling this challenge.

Bubbles promised to meet with him in the parking lot, so they could enter together. Her moral support soothed him slightly, but the nerves were still getting the better of him. As he pulled in, he could see a robin's egg blue dress gently flowing in the breeze of the morning. Bubbles.

Stepping out of the car, Boomer was tacked and nearly fell to the ground at the forceful hug of the Powerpuff Girl before him. "Oh Boomie! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She jumped up and down before releasing him, letting him finally get a glimpse of her beautiful face.

Boomer's heart nearly stopped at the sight of her, and all other thoughts drifted away from his mind. She smiled at him, showing her perfect teeth surrounded by lips Boomer had thought about on more than one occasion...per day. Her blue pools were shining with excitement. God, what he wouldn't do for this girl.

Nothing, he reminded himself.

Bubbles clung to his arm before whispering in his ear, "You look very handsome my boy." She giggled and the sound sent shivers up Boomer's spine.

He laughed nervously. "You look beautiful, like always Bubs." He claimed a small victory at seeing her blush.

"So...are you ready to go inside? I didn't tell them anything! Just that I wanted them to meet someone very important to me." Ready or not, Bubbles began to pull him towards the entrance.

Boomer gulped and numbly nodded his head, the previous nerves coming back to him as his heart began to race once again. "Let's go." He choked out.

She squealed and half skipped, half levitated to the door before pulling him through the building.

The hostess stumbled back as the two made their way into the cafe. The smells of brunch and coffee filled his senses, and Boomer relaxed the tiniest bit before Bubbles brought him back to reality.

"PROFESSOR! GIRLS!" Bubbles all but screamed, making a few other patrons look up in alarm.

Lord, I know I haven't been a great person, but please, HELP ME JUST THIS ONCE. Boomer sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening as he saw flashes of red, pink, black, and green approaching in his vision.

"Guys! You know Boomer right? Boomer, you know everyone!" Bubbles stood him in front of her family like a prize hog ready to be auctioned off. Everyone's eyes widened as recognition hit them like a freight train.

Boomer watched as Buttercup muttered something to Blossom. "This is who she's introducing us to?" She and Blossom shared a look. Bubbles seemed to miss it, but Boomer caught the exchange. Hmm...

"I guess so?" Blossom tilted her head in mild confusion, much like a puppy before realizing something. "Goodness gracious, where are my manners? Hello Boomer, won't you please sit down?" The leader girl gestured to the empty space in the booth. Right beside the Professor.

Professor Utonium, however, didn't seem to recognize the once-mortal-enemy of his daughters. "Welcome, er, Boomer was it?" The Professor slid out of the booth to shake Boomer's hand. "You do seem so familiar, have we met before?" The aging man squinted his eyes, trying to remember. Damn, I knew Mojo and the Prof were getting up there, but I didn't think they were both going senile too.

"That's because he's a Rowdyruff B-OW" Bubbles cut off her green eyed sister's murmur by stomping on her foot before sliding in beside them.

"Oh Professor, of course you've met Boomer!" Bubbles sent her father a gigawatt smile, but elaborated no further. "Sit down Boomie!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Boomie? Really?" Bubbles made to stomp on her other foot. "Hey! Okay, okay, relax, girl." Buttercup shifted her attention to the glass of orange juice in front of her.

Boomer, for his part, no longer felt quite so nervous. Everyone was being cordial, no fights had broken out, no property damaged. He let out a breath as he finally eased into place across from the girl he was doing this for. "I've, uh, never been here before! What's good?" Boomer tried making small talk as he perused the generic menu before him.

Bubbles bounced up and down. "Well my personal favorite are the strawberry crepes! They are to die for! So light and fluffy and sweet..." she began to ramble as everyone else at the table collectively rolled their eyes. Once Bubbles got going, there was no stopping that train.

The server came to take the order, and time passed casually as the group chatted. Most of the talking was done by Bubbles, who gushed about everything under the sun, but Blossom and the Professor interjected occasionally, asking Boomer various questions.

"So, how did you meet my daughter?" Professor Utonium took a slow drink from his coffee before his eyes glinted at Boomer, challenging him. And there's the overprotective dad.

Boomer laughed nervously and folded his hands together. "Ah, as kids. Childhood...friends." Boomer looked up at Bubbles for reassurance. She sent him a smile and placed her hand atop his.

The action did not go unnoticed by anyone. Blossom raised her eyebrows, Buttercup scowled and folded her arms, and the Professor grit his teeth. "Interesting! So you met in school?" He smiled at the boy, but it did not reach his eyes.

"Well-" Boomer started.

"Nope!" Bubbles interrupted, still smiling sweetly. " But we've all known Boomer and his brothers a long time. Right, girls?" She sent a smirk towards her sisters, and they blushed.

"O-of course! Everyone knows the Powerpuff girls after all!" Blossom began to play with the ends of her hair nervously. Buttercup just glared at her juice again.

"Brothers..?" Something clicked in the Professor's mind just then, and he looked at the boy beside him with fresh eyes. "Brick, Butch, and Boomer. Of course, I should have noticed before, the Rowdyruff Boys."

Boomer felt the blood drain out of his face and his heart sank. Sorry Bubbly, I tried to give you your happy ending. Boomer hung his head, somewhat ashamed at having been found out in this way. He made to stand up to leave but Bubbles caught his hand.

He looked up into her eyes. She shook her head sternly and glanced at the Professor, who seemed somewhat dazed. Huh? Where was the verbal assault? The threats to skin him alive if he ever thought about his girls again?

The Rowdyruff Boy sat back down and waited in anticipation.

Finally coming out of his revere, the Professor turned a genuine smile in Boomer's direction. "Well, haven't you cleaned up nicely? I haven't seen or heard news of mischief from you or your brothers in ages! I'm so glad you finally decided to see the error of your ways and turned your lives around! Tell us, what have you been doing for a living? Did you finish school? Summa Cum Laude?" Professor Utonium shot rapid fire questions in Boomer's way, and all he could do was sit there, shell-shocked.

"Professor! Give him some space! You're suffocating him!" Bubbles huffed in annoyance. "Boomie here is a sculptor. Really good one too! He can make pots, statues, totems, anything! He's an artist." Bubbles sighed in remembrance of Boomer's talent for visual arts.

"Yeah, because you can never have too many teapots." Buttercup took a sip of her OJ, dodging another attack from Bubbles as she did.

The Professor opened his mouth to continue, but just then, the food arrived, and talking while eating never really ended well.

In between bites, Boomer described what he and his brothers were doing now, which delighted the Professor to no end. He was simply tickled pink that former villians could reform and become law-abiding citizens as they did. Best not to tell him about Butch's extracurricular activities. Might ruin the magic.

All too soon, brunch was over and everyone's stomach was full and happy.

Boomer sat back and smiled at the Utoniums. "Wow, haven't had a breakfast that nice in a while. Thank you for inviting me Bubbles." He reached his hand out towards hers and brushed the backs of her knuckles with his thumbs. "And thank you for such lovely company as well, everyone"

As the server came by to drop off the check, the Professor began to reach for his wallet, but Boomer stopped him. "No no, you all invited me, it's the least I could do. Really." Boomer slipped out a sleek, heavy-looking metal card and held it out for the server to take.

Everyone's jaw almost hit the floor at the action.

"Damn, Bubs. Teapot boy here must be loaded. Better hold onto him." Buttercup quipped, and was awarded with a sharp jab to the ribs by Blossom's elbow.

"Thank you Boomer, that's so kind of you." Blossom smiled softly. "You were obviously raised with manners."

Buttercup scoffed. "Manners? Do you remember what they used to do to us? Mush us up into a hockey puck and smash us into rubble?"

"Well obviously Boomie has changed!" Bubbles challenged protectively. "And I would appreciate it if you would treat him with the same respect he's shown you, Buttercup."

"I agree Buttercup, it isn't right to judge someone you once knew. You know better than that." The Professor gently scolded his daughter, and she grumbled while crossing her arms once again.

The server returned with the card, and Boomer signed his name with loopy curls, not unlike Bubbles' own handwriting. "Don't worry about it Buttercup, I'd be wary of me too." He sent an easygoing smile towards her, and her face softened ever so slightly. It was hard to stay mad at a surfer boy. "Thanks again for the invite, we should do this again soon. I know Brick and Butch would love to join us sometime."

Blossom and Buttercup's heads snapped up at mention of their counterparts, and the girls sent furtive looks towards one another, a nonverbal exchange only they understood.

"What a great idea! I'm anxious to see if they have turned around just as much as you have, Boomer. You have definitely exceeding my expectations for one of...Mojo's offspring." The Professor gave a nervous laugh as everyone stood up. "Bubbles, we'll meet you at home then. Girls..."

Buttercup and Blossom gave some sort of goodbye as they followed after their creator, leaving only the blues to themselves.

"And then there were two." Boomer laughed, his anxiety beginning to creep back as the beautiful girl in front of him giggled.

Bubbles took his hand. "Thank you for being here today Boomer, and for everything really." She smiled gently at their joined hands. "I'll walk you to your car?"

Boomer's heart sped up. "I'd like that."

Not a word was said as the two strolled to where Boomer had parked. He could hear Blossom and Buttercup chatting with the Professor someways away, they must have walked here.

Stopping in front of his vehicle, Bubbles shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly slightly unsure and self-conscious. "I had a really nice time today, I'm so glad my family likes you." She gave a half smile up at the boy.

"For the most part, yeah. Have to work on Buttercup or something, bring her favorite candy next time, haha.." Boomer gulped at the lump forming in his throat.

"Well you better bring me something then too!" Bubbles put her hands on her hips, somewhat teasing, but also deadly serious.

Boomer placed his hand on her cheek. "Anything for you, my girl." They were close enough he could smell her soap, rich creamy vanilla with a throb of cinnamon. Sugar and spice.

She looked up at him beneath her eyelashes. "I'm...your girl?" Her own heart began to race. Just a little closer.

"Always and forever." And he pressed his lips to hers.


I must really love cliffhangers or something, geez. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

xoxo -Mis&Co