Okay, so. Brick was aware he didn't have the best sleeping habits. It's true that he often had trouble sleeping, though he still refused to call himself an insomniac, just like it's true that it wasn't a secret. So he thought his brothers would be more cautious. Normally, he didn't care. He was fine with turning off the lights and carrying his brothers to bed and cleaning up the mess in the living room. That was okay, he was the oldest after all. However, his brothers had secrets and he wanted to respect that privacy. Apparently though, he was the only one who cared about that.

The first secret that he found out was, unsurprisingly, from Boomer. The youngest had been fast asleep in an awkward position on the coach, and the tv was on, playing the news. And while Brick found it odd that boomer had been watching it, he didn't thought much of it. He thought maybe he had just begun to get his head in the game. So it came as a surprise that as soon as he turned the tv off and tried to accommodate Boomer into a more comfortable position he let out a tiny whine that resembled the name "bubbles". Brick didn't pry further than that, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that his brother had a crush.

Then it was Butch's secret, who came late one night (like, really late. Around 3 or 4 in the morning) and he looked at Brick calmly making coffee and asked for advice. Buttercup's name never left his mouth, as a matter of fact Butch never even said anything about not being able to sleep because of a crush. But again, the fact that Butch kept shaking his head and insisting it wasn't feelings- Brick wasn't an idiot.

He kept tight-lipped, regardless, because he didn't want neither Him nor Mojo to figure that out, not until his brothers were ready.

Which brought back the question at hand. He was sitting on his desk, a pen on one hand and his head leaning on the other. And he asked himself if he had feelings for one of the puffs, or if it all was just an illusion. Was it a need to be just like his brothers, a need to be with her just because he was her counterpart, or a need to be with her because... because actually liked her? Brick sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

He just didn't know.

Okay, so. Blossom doesn't have the best sleeping habits. Sue her. It wasn't like she didn't want to sleep, it's just that she was busy.

Always busy busy busy busy.

Between school, saving lives and her own social life, she almost never had the time to just sleep. She was always met with disapproval stares from her sisters, and with a lot of interventions (that she didn't have time for, by the way. Was it really that hard to forewarn her so she could make space?).

For example, One time Buttercup had bought her a ticket to a spa for their birthday, she told her not to care about the world for once and enjoy the day. Blossom lasted all but the first 10 minutes before the shop next door was stolen and she sat right up and went to catch the criminals. Then another time, the professor had set her apart and lecutured her about her health, she had never felt so ashamed and appalled before in her life, but despite all that she still found herself with the bad habits. Another time Bubbles had set her up on a blind date, despite Blossom's better judgement.

Bubbles had asked blossom to go to the mall with her and Blossom being weak to her younger sister agreed, only to find they were going to a restaurant instead and Bubbles left as soon as she had her seated on a table, a stranger taking place in the seat in front of her. She smiled politely, and while the first few minutes where they introduced each other showed promise, a monster ended up attacking nearby and she had to go.

That time ended with blossom lecturing her sisters (because she was sure buttercup had something to do with it). She was aware they were just tying to help, but there simply wasn't time for dating in Blossom's busy schedule. Even if she did, she wouldn't give it to just anyone. It had to be someone Blossom liked, someone who understood her and was smart. A tad prideful and serious, but cared about his family. Maybe a little bit arrogant, talkative only around her and a few others. Killer smirk and looks. Likely a red head, with red eyes- no. Blossom was much too busy to think about these things.

Okay, for the last time, so. Maybe Brick didn't have the best sleeping habits, so pardon the hypocrisy of wanting his fiancée to go to bed. Sometimes it creeped him out how similar they were, except blossom was dumber. No, it's true, she completely refused to acknowledge that she was also an insomniac. Her beautiful self was hunched over the desk going over work, a trapped between her lips and a look of concentration on her face. Brick was standing on the doorway to their office room, watching over her. He found it just a little bit endearing that she was only using the desk light, as if she didn't want to wake him up

"Blossom."

He turned on the lights, and gave away his presence, startling her.

"Brick! Jesus, you scared me."

Blossom said, putting her pen down and turning to him. Brick moved away from the doorway.

"Bloss, babe, it's late."

He told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know, I know. It's just... I have to finish this."

"You can finish it tomorrow, don't you think?"

Brick said, sitting on the desk and grabbing a few papers. She ran her fingers through her hair.

"No, I can't. We have a lot to do tomorrow"

"My point exactly. We're going to be waking up early and you won't get enough sleep."

Blossom snorted.

"Right, and you will?"

"Well I could try if I had a certain someone keeping me warm."

"Hmm and who would that someone be?"

She said playing dumb. At some point their faces had gotten close, so close that brick had no problem closing the distance and giving her a peck in the lips.

"Stop being an idiot and come to bed with me."

He said making blossom roll her eyes.

"Careful there, Jojo or I might start thinking you care." She told him playfully, and then more seriously: "look, I'm almost done. I really won't take long."

They stared at each other, as if they were still arguing with some sort of telepathic link, before Brick sighed.

"Alright."He gave up."But tomorrow you're sleeping in."

"No, I'm not. We have to pick the wedding cake and the center pieces for the tables plus I-"

"I'm pretty sure I can manage."

He cut her short, kissing her forehead.

"Brick."

"Don't take too long, pinky."

"I'm coming tomorrow! Wether you like it or not"

She said, but Brick was already leaving her in the empty room. Brick might have 'forgotten' to put an alarm clock and wake blossom up ("you snooze, you loose, babe"), but it was for the greater good.