I interrupt the previous and very depressing AU to pull you back into our Beautiful Disasters AU. I'm planning on doing a series of AUs where the girls go through that weird time where their bodies are changing (we all know middle school sucked. I can still smell the hormones and Axe body spray). The first is dedicated to our favorite greens, since this whole thing started with them. Also, I like the idea that each girl grows into a different body shape, despite being siblings (I look vastly different than my sister, after all). So here's Buttercup's headcannon: She's a thick bottom girl when she gets older. Also enjoy Butch learning about periods.
Becoming A Woman
The first time Butch realized Buttercup was becoming a woman was when they were eleven years old.
Ever since that fateful day where they met up and spared like two gods, the two greens had formed a sort of secret friendship of sorts. Oh, sure, Butch would still commit crimes and Buttercup would still tear him a new one.
But every week would find the two at the same spot in the woods, sparring and hanging out in a way that they just couldn't with their siblings. Buttercup would sometimes bring snacks for the brutal boy and Butch always had something fun to do if they weren't up for bashing each others' brains out.
That same place found the two today as they rough housed in the only real way they knew. Butch landed a solid right in Buttercup's abdomen, which sent her flying through the trees. Speeding towards her with a sadistic grin, he was about to finish his assault when-
"TIME OUT!"
Time out? Since when did they call time outs? They usually didn't stop until one of them was too dazed to form coherent words.
Butch skidded to a stop as Buttercup stood, shakily. Looking deathly pale and green coloring her cheeks as she ran to a bush and upchucked everything. "Ugh, gnarly." Butch walked over, a smug look on his face. "Dude, ya never puked when I hit ya before. That's awesome!"
"Urp...glad you think so... urgh..." She really was not looking good. Buttercup sank to her knees and threw up more, enough to finally make Butch realize that his only girl friend might be really sick.
The green ruff gathered her hair, which was starting to reach her shoulders (much to her irritation), and held it back. He and Boomer had done the same for Brick when he caught a seriously strong strain of swine flu a few years back. Finally, she was dry heaving. "Breathe, Butters, easy." Once it was all out, the green puff moaned and fell backwards, looking slightly better. "Dude, you okay? You look... like you're dying."
"Gee, thanks, man."
"Buttercup."
"I'm fine, Butch, really. Just gotta take a rain check on this fight. Let's just say you won, okay?" Let's just say he...? Buttercup? Forfeiting a fight?
What kind of crazy parallel universe had he entered!? Next thing you know, the girls will be fighting over some weird kid named Jared.
Butch grabbed her shoulders, earning a -"HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE, PAL!"-and looked deep into this imposter's eyes. "Who are you," he hissed, "and what have you done with my best friend?"
"Butch, chill."
"Stop trying to make Butch and chill happen! It won't happen!"
"The Mean Girls reference was unnecessary, Ruff."
"Stop distracting me. What is wrong with you?" In another very un-Buttercup like fashion, she blushed. Butch didn't know how to handle this. First she forfeits a fight, now she acts like a girl and blushes and looks cute doing it!?
This was not like her. Buttercup is cool, like him. She once out belched him. She could arm wrestle like a champ. She doesn't even care if he farts on her, laughing about it before doing the same to him. She wrestles in the mud, once she found a dead frog and kept it! She was basically one of the guys.
Buttercup, his secret best bud, does not blush like a girl!
"Ugh... I'm on..." The end of the sentence was muttered something lowly that Butch, even with super hearing, didn't catch it.
"What...?"
"...iod..."
"Huh?" Buttercup then screamed in frustration. Finally! Now she's acting normal. Maybe this was just a fluke. Yeah, after all, everyone has their mome-
"I'm on my period, you idiot!"
The hell is that?
Butch stared at her blankly, trying to process what it could mean. Butch vaguely could remember Mojo describing periods or whatever.
"A period, my honorary sons, which is to say sons that are considered mine despite us not sharing DNA, which is to say you are not my sons biologically, but you are my creations, which by right make you my children, despite not sharing the same DNA as mine, but you are still my sons since I, MOJO JOJO, created you, just not in the conventional way that children are created, between a male and a female of the same species, but in the most unconventional way, using a radioactive toiletry reciprocal, the extended spinal bone of a canine, body hair from a fellow inmate, and imported French snails served to me by Chef Jailbirde in a penitentiary, which I was placed in my those accursed Powerpuff Girls, who, regrettably, were also created in a rather unconventional way by the lesser minded man, Professor John Utonium, with basic household necessities in his ridiculous excuse for a laboratory-"
"GET ON WITH IT!"
"Right, you are correct, Brick, my brightest of my honorary, non-biological sons, that we should continue. A period is a writing increment used to mark the end of a string of words used to form a sentence. That is to say it is the completion of a string of words used to convey a thought, a feeling, an idea, a description, and further more is an indication that the previous thought, feeling, idea, description, and further more have come to an adequate completion as ordained by the author that is to say the one who-"
It's no wonder Brick is demanding that they go to public school. All Butch got from that was that periods had to do with writing. So, what is she even talking about?
Buttercup stared at her friend's vacant look and it suddenly clicked. She groaned, "you don't know what a period is, do you?"
"It's like... a writing thing, ain't it?"
"Well... yeah, but it's also...I can't believe I have to explain this...ugh... it's also what girls use to say when... you know what...follow me..." And that's also how Butch met Ms. Keane, Buttercup's old kindergarten teacher.
Ms. Keane wasn't too bad. She had some greying hairs from age, but other than that was relatively unchanged. She sat them both down as Buttercup explained what had happened. "C... can you explain it to him, Ms. Keane? I just... I don't..." Ms. Keane gave Buttercup a kind smile and a pat on her hand.
Butch watched in confusion as his friend looked more and more uncomfortable.
"Buttercup, it's perfectly normal for you to feel this way. A lot of girls do when they first start getting their periods. And Butch, I'm sure you're confused, so I'll explain it the best way I can. First, tell me, do you know where babies come from?"
"...Actually, no..." It was then that Butch learned something that has horrified and confused children for generations. Basically, an internal organ that he had no clue even existed was tearing apart its lining because Buttercup had not gotten pregnant and she was bleeding out a hole Butch didn't even know she had! And the only way to deal with this natural Satanic ritual was to either wear a liner in her underwear or shove some weird cotton tube of horror up said hole... and she was expected to go about life as normal. And all girls went through this!
Needless to say, Butch was horrified. Butch was freaking out. "H... how do we stop this!?"
"Butch, sweetie, you can't. Every girl has to go through this at some point."
"It's killing her!"
"No, dear it's not."
"It sure feels like it, though."
"I know it does, Buttercup."
"We need to do something! SHE CAN'T LOSE THAT MUCH BLOOD ECERY MONTH, SHE'LL DIE!"
"Butch, honey, only a small. amount is actually blood." Okay, a small amount. Butch could deal with a small amount.
"But... you said she has to put... that thing in to catch it...what else is..."
"...Mucus, blood, small parts of the lining in her uterus..."
"Oh My GOD!" Butch learned that his best friend was becoming a woman that day.
He didn't know how to handle it.
The second time Butch began to realize his best friend was becoming a woman was when they were thirteen years old. By now the Rowdyruffs and Powerpuffs had shared two major events together.
1. The Rowdyruff Boys and Powerpuff Girls had officially called a truce and were now allies.
2. Bell had joined the Powerpuff Girls and Blare had joined the Rowdyruff Boys.
Life was good. He and his brothers were being trained as agents for the government, used to neutralize threats to humanity. The girls were continuously protecting the home front. Life was nothing but laughs and random sleepovers (courtesy of Bell and Bubbles).
Then middle school began. Boomer was the first, surprisingly, to hit puberty when his voice began cracking. Even his sonic screams were off. But soon, all of them were going through awkward stages. It was only by the grace of God that the Chemical X in their DNA prevented things like pimples.
Brick was the first to get taller.
Blare became a bottomless pit.
Butch slept more than he breathed.
And the girls? Growing pains. Bubbles began developing early, jumping from an A cup to a C cup and then finally a D cup.
Bell got taller, most of her height went to her legs.
Blossom got a little chunkier, much to her dismay, but quickly shaped until her body rivaled that of a vintage pin up model.
And Buttercup?
She didn't grow past a B cup (ironically), but she was thick bottomed.
It was the beginning of summer vacation. School had let out days earlier and Butch was headed to their house to see if Buttercup was up for a game of tackle football when he spotted a group of older guys, from the high school further up, all huddling out of a beat up pick up truck, whistling and hollering at something across the street.
Now, Butch was no longer a little boy. He had become very much aware that girls were made of sugar, spice, and everything nice (if you caught his drift). He was no longer abhorrent to kissing girls. But, following the guys' line of vision, he saw something that made his throat dry up.
There was Buttercup, helping Bubbles with her chores by washing the car. Totally normal, she couldn't always do all the work.
Except...
Since when was Buttercup... hot?! Butch thought in rising shock.
There stood his best friend, clad in a green plaid button down shirt, tied at the bottom with a tight bow ththat showed off her toned stomach, and Daisy Duke shorts that showed off her...It was a butt preordained by history. Firm, toned, a Renaissance butt. It was held with pride by two strong, tan legs, dipping a curving with perfect execution. A butt after his own hear-
OH MY GOD. This was not supposed to happen. This is his best friend! They'd had sleepovers together! Video game marathons! They played sports together! They'd fought side by side together! She's supposed to be his pal, his partner in crime, his bro!
Not a hot chick, cleaning her dad's car in a damp shirt while some Neanderthals hooted at her like howler monkeys because she had a butt that looked like it was shaped by Zeus!
(Brick will be proud of him for thinking that up.)
She spotted him, gaping at her on the side walk. Flashing him a smile, she shouted "YO, Psycho! What's up?"
"...I... ugh.. not me."
"Uh, yeah, I could tell."
"Well, I'm up, Sweetheart! How 'bout you help me back down?" Oh God, was that a pick up line? It was horrible. Buttercup flipped the offender off before turning back to Butch.
"Uh, earth to Butch? You cool?"
"What... Yes! Yeah, I'm cool." She raised a charcoal eyebrow and shrugged.
"So, what's up? Didja need something?"
"...I was gonna see if you could... come play football..." He glanced at the car. "If you're not busy."
"Yeah, I'm just about done. Gimme a minute," in a flash of pine green, she had the car washed, dried, and waxed. The idiots across of street whined when she headed in (bad Butch, do not stare at those hips) to change into jeans and a t-shirt.
Butch turned around and glared at them, earning a glare back. One of the bigger ones, probably a jock or something, got out and strutted towards him. Butch currently only reached his chest, but Butch had fought bigger and won.
This dude did not know who he was messing with.
"Listen, kid, beat it. Me and my boys here are gonna hit up that fine piece of a-" beep "in there and, maybe one of her hot sisters, and you're in the way. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here before I kick your a-" beep.
Butch rolled his eyes, "what are you guys, new? You couldn't take me if you had the army backing you up." His eyes glowed sinisterly, "let me be clear: leave her and her sisters alone or I'll crush your f-" beep "king skulls."
The jock sneered and cracked his knuckles. Well, some had to learn lessons the hard way.
When Buttercup came out, she came to see the group of obnoxious teenagers racing off in their pick up truck, which looked way more torn apart than it did fifteen minutes ago. The boys also looked torn apart, with the largest one nursing a humongous lump on his head, an arm that was bent the wrong way, a broken nose, and an astonishingly large amount of missing teeth.
As the truck burned rubber down the street, Butch stood nonchalantly... Buttercup was immediately suspicious.
She may be his best friend, but she knew when he was up to something. Butch was no angel. "What did you do?"
"What? Nothing, just stood here."
"...Uh Huh... why'd they look like they'd seen Him in skin tight leather underwear?"
"First, thanks for that. Second, no clue. Let's go play football... loser buys the winner all they can eat tacos." Suspicion forgotten, Buttercup whooped and dragged Butch to the park as he stared at her from behind.
Butch was thirteen years old when he realized Buttercup was becoming a woman.
It would be one more year before he realized that he loved her.