For Now You're Mine
A Possible Butchubbles-Boomercup Fanfiction Series
You Need Me But I Don't Need you
Fuse
|Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb|
Evanescence
*Beep*
You cringed.
*Beep*
You sighed
*Beep*
You glared.
What do they want now?
Back when you were five, crime fighting had always been your hobby.
The rush.
Oh the rush of gutting and punching your enemies.
It used to be so amazing to you.
Why does it feel so different now?
Perhaps it's the lack of challenge.
Yes, that may be it.
Crime fighting back then was different.
Back then there were only three of you.
And back then you weren't just as strong as you are now.
The lack of challenge.
Nothing really surprises you anymore.
Even Pinky, doesn't even have to think hard enough just to finish them using strategies.
Crime fighting has become,
For a lack of better words,
Boring.
*Beep*
You sighed once again before flying towards the city.
You could hear your teacher's angry protests about flying inside school property and what not.
You didn't give a shit.
Shit today was too expensive for you to randomly give.
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"What took you so long?"
You heard your sister ask but didn't respond.
You just want this to be over with so you can return to your wonderful nap.
You watch as two of the ruffs and your blue-eyed sister arrive.
You're still not very amused by the fact that they're helping you save the city now.
I mean they did try to erase you from existence when you were five.
It's not like anyone can easily forgive anyone in an instant.
But then again, you are sleeping with two of them. So maybe you did forgive them just a little.
Where was that monster anyway?
You looked around but you didn't find it.
"Let's scatter and see where it's hiding," a bossy voice rang into your ears.
Everyone but you nodded.
You found that playing hide and seek with this stupid monster rather tiresome.
You decided to leave. They could handle that bug without her.
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It had been hours since you left your teammates fight the bug-eyed beast with thirty-two hands and green dragon wings.
You were now sitting on one of the chairs in the dining table while halfheartedly listening to your sister rant.
She was pissed at you for ditching them.
So pissed that you're guessing that this rant of hers would probably take longer than usual.
"-How could you be so irresponsible? Leaving us like that. That was just unacceptable Buttercup. What if we really needed your hand?"
"But the thing was Pinky, you didn't need my hand. There were five of you and one of him."
You just had to point that one out. It was just that obvious.
"That's not the point! You really shou-"
You rolled your eyes and pretended to listen to her.
Could this day get even more boring?
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Yes, it could.
Dexter just arrived at the door.
What was he even doing here?
Life on Mars
|You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why...this is why I like you.|
Morrissey
No.
Unacceptable.
You just stood there blinking in disbelief.
He was actually serious?
Your eyes kept shifting back and forth from Buttercup to Dexter.
Your sister seemed to be sporting a scowl on her face as Dexter talked about something.
Why was he even here?
And why in Newton's name is he wearing a tux?
He looked at you up and down before raising an eyebrow.
"I see you are a bit underdressed for our event."
You seemed to have lost your voice because no words could pop out of your mouth for your salvation.
"Ah, no matter, no matter. I'll just lend you a dress along the way; after all we are going to a rather formal party."
He grabbed your hand while guiding you to the waiting black limo outside your home.
Wait, what? And did he just say party?
What party?
Nobody ever agreed into coming to a party!
"Let go of me! I never agreed to this!" you shouted.
You managed to yank your hand off of him.
"Tut, tut, tut, Ms. Utoniom I didn't know you were this forgetful. Asked you to accompany me earlier in the library, remember?"
In this angled, you suddenly realized how tall he really was. Being around the boys at your school, it managed to give him the illusion of being rather short. But right in this moment, standing only a few short meters beside you…made you realized that he was indeed tall enough to overshadow you.
"Blossom?"
The sound of his voice managed to knock you out from your stupor.
"I-I…I mean you never gave me a chance to answer," you cursed yourself for stuttering.
That was utterly unacceptable.
Checking-out your campaign rival was totally unacceptable Blossom.
"Well that's because it wasn't asking you," stated as-matter-of-factly "I was telling you."
"Dexter, I am not sure if you are aware of this but unlike some people, I actually have a rather tight schedule for tonight."
"Well too bad for you then," he dragged you inside the limo with a smirk.
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You inwardly cursed that blasted machine of his.
You inwardly cursed that smirk on his face when he witnessed your dismay.
The limo ride had been utterly horrible.
Turns out boy genius over there was a fan of James Bond and decided to make her into one of those James Bond whores by commanding his computer into forcefully making her wear a rather fit and revealing red dress that flowed graciously on the floor.
And the fact that you still don't know where you're going didn't make you feel any perky.
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"Relax Utoniom."
You scoffed.
Easy for him to say.
He was not the one being kidnap into one of Townsville biggest formal parties surround by famous scientists all over the world. And the fact that your father, The Professor was invited and doesn't know that you were even here in first place did not make her feel better.
"You'll be fine."
"Just shut up Dexter. And be on the lookout for my father."
"My, my Utoniom, I'm surprised to find out that you're one of those sneakily wild teenagers."
You glared at him.
"You insolent prat you're the sneaky one in here. You freaking kidnap me without my consent!"
"Well, it wouldn't be called kidnapping if I asked for your consent."
If you weren't surrounded by the world's most famous scientists you would have pulverized him right here, right now.
This boy was evil.
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You refused to speak to him.
You, Blossom Utoniom just decided to give him the silent treatment.
As he escorted you towards every famous guest, you were polite to them.
You were the perfect little girl to them.
But to him you were his worst nightmare.
He didn't actually expect her to allow his crime unjustified, now did he?
Silly boy.
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"Utoniom."
You ignored him.
You could feel him roll his eyes behind you.
"Look Blossom, the reason I asked you to accompany me is-"
"Kidnapped me," you corrected.
He rolled his cobalt eyes behind his thick glasses.
"I asked you to accompany me is because…well you're the only one in our school who's used to these kinds of events."
"Buttercup and Bubbles are used to these as well why didn't you kidnap them?"
"Well, I'm not very closed to them now am I?"
"And we are?"
He sighed dramatically.
"Let me rephrase that."
You patiently stared at him urging him to continue.
"Well you, Blossom Utoniom, are the most infuriating most annoying girl I have I ever met!"
You were about to bite back an answer to his insult when…
"Let me finish," he sighed once again. "Blossom, you're the only person able to challenge me. You're the only one who I consider my rival after Mandark left to Japan. What I'm saying is that Blossom, I-I-I… I am proud to say that you are my one and only competition."
The two of you grew silent for a few seconds before words could be formulated in your brilliant mind.
"Well, why didn't you say so? I, Blossom Utoniom, am proud to be your rival Dexter, Boy Genius."
For the first time that night, the two of you smiled genuinely at each other. But yours however, quickly faltered when you saw The Professor marching his way towards you.
This was not good.
By Chance
|If you fall, I'll be there|
Floor
It was way past twelve when you were woken up by the yells of your rather angry dad, The Professor.
You rubbed your eyes before you decided to see what was going on.
Maybe Boomer was in Buttercup's room again.
That boy will never learn will he?
You shook your head in amusement.
However, when you arrived to the living room, you didn't expect The Professor yelling at Blossom.
You didn't quite understand why he was so angry but you guessed it had something to do with Blossom's rather cute dress.
Wait, didn't Dexter take her on a date?
Oh, so now you get it.
Maybe they got caught or something...where did she even get that dress?
Because most of Blossom's dresses were borrowed from you.
Your ears perked up when The Professor said something about them being in the event that he was in.
That confused you even more.
How did they even get in?
Wait… Dexter's the youngest scientist who won a Noble prize!
You couldn't help but squeal!
Which made everyone in the room turn at you with raised brows.
"Sorry, don't mind me."
OMG! Lucky Blossom!
Well, if that's the only reason The Professor is angry about, then you're completely sure he'll cool off in the morning.
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You were wrong.
He did not cool off in the morning like you predicted.
Turns out Dexter happened to be working in a rival company opposing The Professor's company.
He probab;y feels betrayed that his beloved daughter is dating an enemy, that's why he's pouting.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
Typical them like father like daughter.
He's given her the most evil punishment anyone could give…
The Silent Treatment.
There wasn't really anything you could do to stop this.
Once The Professor zips his mouth, no one can stop it but him.
Well, enough of that.
Drama, gives you wrinkles.
And you, Bubbles Utoniom, do not, I mean DO NOT allow yourself to get wrinkles before your seventy-nine.
So you decided to divert your attention with pancakes!
After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
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All work and no play make Jack a dull boy.
Obviously your History teacher never heard of that praise.
Despite having already given you an assignment for next week, he also kind enough to bestow you and the rest of the class (note the sarcasm) a project.
A project made in pairs.
And too add to his oh so sweetness, he decided to do it by lot.
So which explains why your hand is inside a freaking fishbowl filled with papers.
You picked a random paper, hoping you'll get Robin or Elmer.
You're faced turned into a confused expression.
|BUTCH JOJO|
You didn't know he was in your class. You never noticed him before. But there he was, when you turned your head to search for him, sitting in the farthest side of the room his eyes widen a bit when you waved at him before announcing to Mr. Brooks the name of you partner.
Then the bell rang.
In case you haven't notice (which I doubt you haven't because it's rather obvious) the quotes I slap in my fics are random and little to none relevant to the story, I just love putting pretty quotes and stuff.
I'm actually a DexterxBlossom Shipper but I refuse to make this into a crossover story. I'm stubborn that way.