Teething
A Butchubbles Ficlet with a dash of Robrick
By Thecakehater
|It's your fault but partially mine.|
Ed Sheeran
"Five bucks says she'll chicken out."
Robin looked up at the red-eyed boy beside her. She smirked.
"Well ten bucks says she wouldn't."
"Well then, you better have ten bucks with you then since that obviously won't happen."
"We'll see about that."
Brick shot her a look. In which she gladly returned with an even wider smirk.
Meanwhile…
From the far corner of the room, Bubbles, the ever lovely Powerpuff, was having a minor panic attack.
Oh freaking Lord! What if he'll think of me as a weirdo? What if this'll make things awkward around them? Oh God, oh God…He looking at me weirdly.
"err…Bubs? You feeling alright? You seemed a bit pale," the ravenhaired boy asked with a bit concern. The last thing he wants is for him to aid a Puff from fainting.
"Um…y-yeah." She could feel herself burning up. Dear, oh dear. She was on fire!
"Er..yah sure?"
She nodded.
He was not convinced.
"Um, actually…Please forgive me for what I'm about to do," she mumbled rather fast.
Then the next thing he knew, her cheek was brushing with his, he could feel himself blush from the sudden impact of her skin with his, and then BAM!
She bit him!
She bit his ear!
His freaking ear!
And she smelled good.
And then she ran off shouting about some dare she had to do.
Da Fuck?
He was blushing like a highly organic tomato.
"Damn!" cursed the redhaired boy as he reached for his wallet.
"Pay-up Bricky-boy," said a rather victorious Robin.
Inferno
A Butchubbles Ficlet with a dash of Bloomer
By thecakehater
|Some people just love to watch the world burn into flames.|
It was a typical Tuesday morning, inside a typical room packed with typical high school students. Blossom Utoniom, a not so typical teenage girl whose hair was fiery as a blazing flame being tucked in a rather neat bun using a rather large bow, shrieked in frustration at the boy with an un-tucked uniform.
"Boomer Jojo! How many times do I have to tell you that every student, and by every student I mean every student, including you, must, I repeat must, follow the school's dress code!" her coral pink eyes glared down at the poor boy.
"Sorry 'bout that Pinky, I kinda woke up late and had to hurry yah know?"
"That's hardly a proper excuse Boomer. As a student—"
Meanwhile at the farther left side of the room, Pokey Oaks High's Favorite couple where discussing about the misfortune of their classmate.
"Do you think we should, you know, help him?" a rather concerned Bubbles asked.
Anyone could clearly see the boy's paling face; it was as if a demon was sucking out his life support.
"Nah, if it's Boomer he probably deserves it," answered the forest green eyed boy with a shrug.
Yep, it's only karma that got Boomer into that position. If only he didn't sell all those stolen pics of Butch's girlfriend to the first years, his dark brother wouldn't have put Blossom to do her bitchy charm on him.
Yes, it was sweet, sweet karma.
Golden View
A Butchubbles Ficlet
By thecakehater
|And after all this time I'm still into you|
Paramore
There she is again…
Floating.
Just floating.
With that annoying smile of hers that you love.
You've gone insane mate. You really have gone utterly insane.
You really should wake up now.
Dwelling in dreams far too much is obviously not a good thing to do Mate.
So for the love of Skyrim just freaking wake up.
B-but, she's so beautiful, floating like that.
Her cerulean eyes are far too mesmerizing to break away.
Dude, are you hearing yourself?!
B-but just look at her man! She's a killer.
Exactly! So just wake up already.
But…
You're starting to sound like Boomer.
What did you just say?!
Just forget it, it's not like you won't see her when you wake up.
What?
Oh, for the love of God! Just wake up already dumbass!
He opened his eyes and there she was asleep in his arms with a smile of her pretty little face.
He breathed in all of her scent, just to make sure she isn't just a dream. That she isn't just a lie.
He chuckled at his own foolishness. Her being here was far too surreal for him. That he just feels like he's still living a daydream. But her scent and her voice are the mere proof that it isn't. She is real and she is his.
She's his to keep forever. Forever his.
I think I'll take this time to thank those who reviewed.
Most especially these two awesome people...
Marisa Lee, thank you, thank you...you have no idea how much your reviews make me happy. And no, I am not annoyed with your reviews, why would I be? You may not know this but I love your stories as well (my favorite would be "Point" itsevensavedinmymydocumentssoicanrereaditwheneveri can) but since I'm not really good with writing reviews I tend to avoid embarrassing myself from writing really short pointless reviews because I don't think a lot of people adore them. I'm not very expressive when it comes to "feelings"and stuff.
Della-dolll, wow just wow... It's a bit funny when you pm-ed me about how amazing I am when in reality you were the one who got me hooked on this ship...yes, you're the evil pirate who kidnapped me from the land of OCD color coded pairings. Your story They Needed was one of the three ficus that got me addicted to this pairing.
So yeah thank you guys so much you're the awesome people that make me smile.
Anyways this is officially my longest side note ever...an obvious side effect of drinking too much coca-cola.
Love yah lots,
Thecakehater
:)
P.s.
It still amazes me that you guys still haven't ran off from my horrible writing grammar. I apologize for that, it must be so hard for everyone to read my stories... Lol really sorry, English isn't my first language.