Hey, y'all! Are you liking the fic so far? I'm wondering if you can guess where this is going hehe. rr
Her head was killing her. Too. Much. Light.
Blossom tried to shield her eyes as she cracked her eyelids open. It was difficult to describe the level of misery she felt at that moment. Maybe something between finding out you failed every exam in college and your new puppy getting killed in a car accident.
She turned her head and saw Brick lying on the burned sheets next to her. He hadn't woken up yet, but her stirring made him grimace in his sleep, signaling his imminent awakening.
'What the fuck was I thinking...?' She remembered swallowing the pill from Butch's hand like her life depended on it.
'Stupid, stupid, Blossom.'
Brick's eyelids fluttered open, the look on his face suggested that his mental state was similar to hers, maybe even worse.
'Fuck..' he mumbled under his breath. 'Fuck Butch. I'll kill him.' Brick croaked, massaging his temples.
Last night's memories flooded over Blossom's mind, albeit fractured, waiting for her to patch them together.
'We had sex again...and it was fucking fantastic, wasn't it? How many times do you plan to fuck him, you whore? You're going to regret this at the end of the month. You stupid, stupid slut.'
'I'll neuter him. I'll strangle him with his own ballsack.' he grew more irritated by the minute, his voice clawing at her brain like a broken record.
'Stop talking.' Blossom hissed between her teeth, covering her ears in frustration.
'What's wrong? Post-coital sadness once again? It's fucking grating as this point.' he replied bitingly, as if he picked at a healing scab.
'I think you have a sick fascination with my possible regret. Maybe you fetishize the idea of me hating myself after we fuck?'
'I'm just voicing your thoughts. You think I don't see how you look at me the mornings after?'
'Maybe you'd understand why if you possessed the smallest sliver of fucking empathy.' the exchange had evolved into a screaming match.
'Oh, I understand why.' he barked at her. 'We've been over this a million times, for fuck's sake.'
He stopped as if breaking free from a spell, looked around and drew the blinds to shield them from the sun.
'Fucking MDMA withdrawal...I don't want to fight, Blossom. Especially about stuff we've fought about dozens of times before. It's best if we just don't talk today.'
'Fine.' Blossom replied, feeling her headache growing stronger and her misery more acute.
Brick stormed out of the room, leaving a distressed Blossom on the bed, trying to cope with the dark scenarios that were brewing in the cauldron of her mind.
Clips of her plunging Antidote X in him kept playing in her head, him trying to fight back in anger and betrayal, getting crushed in the ensuing battle, dying in her arms... or the version of her failing, having her own body rendered powerless and impaled afterwards by his vengeful blows. And the worst of all was the scenario where she just couldn't give him up, she couldn't go back to her sisters and her life back in Townsville.
'But I couldn't, could I? Why is it even crossing my mind?''
Because you like him, it's hardly just lust anymore.' a small, shy voice in her head dared to give her the answer, but Blossom decided to bury it deep inside herself, too scared to explore the idea.
Instead she chose to sink her head deep into the pillows, waiting for the god-awful day to end.
A few days passed by uneventfully, each of them spending the time as well as they could. There was that much time you could waste in the jacuzzi and browsing through Boomer and Butch's choice of movies and music, so she had complained to the boys about her lack of reading material.
Brick had isolated himself in his room, coming out rarely(in a foul mood) just so he could eat. Boomer had told her that was the reason why he didn't do MDMA, it would take a few days for him to regain his spirits.
On the third day Brick had gotten out of his room once again complaining about a splitting headache, leaving the island for a few hours and returning with fresh food, a Kindle full of books for her to sift through and an SD card full of movies and TV series. He quietly laid them on the table for her to see, then barricaded himself in the room, ignoring them all. Blossom could hear him leaving his room at night, but for all intents and purposes, he was on standby.
The Kindle had over 500 books in it, and Blossom couldn't recognise most of the authors. One drew her attention though, Mark Ridley's The Red Queen, whoever had started it was halfway through already.
Boomer seemed to have the time of his life. He happily cooked and cleaned for all of them, occasionally went out swimming with his brother, making the most of this blissful existence.
Butch, however, was getting antsier as the days went by. He went more often for longer swimming sessions, and even resorted to smoking with his brother in an attempt to make the stay more bearable for him.
If was hard for Blossom to define the relationship she had with the green brother, it mostly consisted of merciless teasing on his part with a hint of animosity, but there was also something there that she found difficult to place. She sometimes could feel him eyeing her curiously, feeling almost naked under his piercing green orbs.
On the fifth day she was resting on the couch with the green ruff while Boomer merrily cooked dinner in the kitchen, when Butch suddenly asked:
'What's the deal with your sister?' he quickly inquired, not taking his eyes away from the movie they were watching.
'...What do you mean?' Blossom asked, taken by surprise.
'I mean, what's her deal. Is she a lesbian or something?' he asked, his eyes still glued to the TV.
'...why would you ask me something like that?' she probed him. 'Unless...' Her eyes widened in realisation: '..are you interested in her?'
' FUCK NO.' he barked at her. 'She looks like a fucking man, I wouldn't fuck that in a million years.'
'I guess you're in luck. The feeling is mutual, she wouldn't either.' Blossom replied blankly. 'And don't ever talk like that about my sister.'
Butch raised his brow, a confused look marring his features.
'How do you know that?'
A memory of the way Buttercup hit her when she admitted to sleeping with the red rowdyruff flashed in her mind
'I know Buttercup. She wouldn't, trust me.'
Butch frowned at her, barely attempting to hide his irritation.
'Maybe you don't know her that well, Flossy!'
'Or maybe you can't accept that she not interested..? ' she replied amusedly, cautiously observing his reactions.
'Nah, she's either gay or into me. Even you want my dick, Pinkie. Seen how you look at me. You'd gobble me up if Brick wasn't around.' he winked at Blossom, only succeeding in making her cringe.
'It's guys like you who think 'No' means 'Yes'. Not everyone wants to fuck you,Butch.' she rolled her eyes in response.
'I always got every girl I wanted. So I guess, yea, everyone does wanna fuck me.'
'Well, if that makes you feel better about yourself.' she replied, taking a sip of OJ.
'You sound just like Brick.' he grabbed the glass from her hand and gulped down the juice.
'He never takes me seriously and I always prove him wrong.'
'You don't have to prove anything to me.' Blossom said softly, feeling something ominous in his resolve.
'Just you see, Flossy.' Butch replied eerily, the flickering TV lights reflecting in his eyes. 'Just you see.'
Blossom felt fear clawing at her heart, she'd known enough of Butch to tell that he's bad news.
'Leave my sister alone.'
'Or what?' he taunted her, tilting his head to the side.
'Brick promised.'
'Are you gonna run to daddy and tell on me, lil' girl?' he wiped an imaginary tear off his cheek.
'If you get her mixed up in this,I'll fucking end you.' her steely voice pierced through the air. 'You heard that?'
'Chill, sister, I'm not doing anything.' Butch casually said as he went to the fridge to grab himself a beer. 'I wouldn't get Brick's panties in a knot over this.'
'Smells great, lil bro, whatchu making?' Blossom heard him asking as he passed through the kitchen door.
Blossom wondered whether she should tell Brick about the whole discussion, no matter how dismissive Butch had seemed of her concerns, Blossom still didn't feel comfortable with him having his eyes set on her sister.
She hadn't talked to Brick for a few days, but Blossom figured he'd eventually have to leave his room, so now seemed as good of a moment as ever.
She went upstairs and gently tapped on the door, waiting for his answer.
'Brick, it's me.'
The door opened widely, revealing a pitch black room as a tall figure leaned against the frame.
'Yes?'
Somehow Blossom still hadn't gotten used to seeing him without a shirt on, however, this time her wandering gaze was stuck on his eyes. Dark circles surrounded them and the red of his irises was highlighted by the broken blood vessels in the white of his orbs.
'Are you ok...?'
He smirked at her concern, taking the time to run a hand through his hair before he answered:
'I'll be alright. I don't look too good, do I?'
Blossom shook her head, noticing his face had gotten a little slimmer as she took a longer look.
'I've been... preoccupied. But..come in.' he motioned with his head.
She walked in as he closed the door behind her, leaving her fumble her way into total darkness. She attempted to activate her x-ray vision, but she felt his hand cover her eyes as he whispered.
'No,don't. You won't be needing it. I might not look as good, but I'll feel as good.'
Blossom felt herself melt into his embrace as he began undressing her. She hated how this felt so effortless and comfortable at this point.
'I...came here to tell you something.' she felt his lips travel along her neck, then lower.
'What do you want, Red?' he kissed the skin between her breasts.
'...Your brother might be after Buttercup.'
'You don't have to worry. He won't do anything. '
'Are...you...sure?' Her breathing laboured as he travelled south, caressing the soft skin of her stomach.
'Yes. He owes me a lot. He wouldn't do it.'
Blossom was trembling with anticipation as he lightly spread her legs and licked the inside of her thighs.
'Is it about...HIM?'
'Curiosity killed the cat.' she felt him grinning against her inner thigh. 'Just try to enjoy yourself, Red. Maybe if you like it well enough you won't hate me afterwards.'
She gasped as Brick grabbed on her buttocks to push himself into her sex. Blossom felt her brain shut down as she yielded to her impulses once again.
'Stupid, stupid Blossom.'