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“Im surprised you even snuck out,” Brick looked over at her, as she got into his car. She turned her head and glared. “Im not a goody two shoes,” she scoffed, leaning back into her seat, “this ain’t nothin.”

Brick chuckled, facing the front. “Whatever you say, Buttercup.”

He drove smoothly. All four windows were rolled down as the wind kissed their skin, and made their hair flow. The night was quiet, besides the low music that was playing on the radio. But it was quiet.

It was soothing, relaxing, and comforting.

Brick had his left arm propped lazily on top of the door. He glanced at Buttercup. He watched as the girl rested against the head rest, with her long black eyelashes kissing her cheeks, her messy, curly, black hair framing her face, and her pink plumped lips just sitting there.

Brick stared a little longer. His eyes relaxing, he listened to the beat of her heart, and the melody of her breathing.

He snapped back into reality, and faced forward. It was still very quiet, until

“Why won’t you tell your sisters about me?” He asked. He knew very well the answer. The same reason he won’t tell his brothers about her.

She opened her eyes, not looking at him. Just admiring what was passing them. “Why? Do I need to?” His eyebrows furrowed at that. “I dunno, you just tell them everything, so I figured you’d tell them.”

She scoffed, “I keep some things to myself, you know?” Her fiddling with the end of her spandex shorts stopped. “What am I supposed to say? Bloss, bubs, I’m seeing Brick, you know, the leader of our biggest enemies,” she rolled her eyes.

He smirked, “yeah, something like that.” He liked the fact she admitted that she was seeing him. Otherwise, he would’ve blown her head off for being so sarcastic. He doesn’t even let his brothers be sarcastic towards him. Just her.

The girl shook her head, and looked out the window. Brick glanced at her again. He couldn’t see her face as it wasn’t facing him. But her hair was flowing as the wind from the rolled down window kissed it. Her tight long sleeved crop top was hugging her nicely. Giving Brick a peak at her cleavage. He turned away.

He gulped quietly. His jaw clenching, as his grip on the wheel tightened slightly.

She was gorgeous. He knew that she had to know it. Buttercup wasn’t the one to pay attention to her looks. That’s because she didn’t need to. She was down right gorgeous.

“Where are we going?” She asked. “It’s a surprise, we’re almost there.” She sunk back into her seat. “I hate surprises,” she mumbled. He smiled.

After ten minutes passed, they were there.

“Come on, you’ll love it,” he smirked, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. She whipped her head towards him, but Brick had already removed himself completely out the car before she could do or say anything. A smile broke out onto her lips.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Where are we?” She asked. They stood in between Townsvilles normal tall buildings. The streets were empty like they always were around this time of night. “Don’t you remember? This is where we met.” “Oh, you mean when I first kicked your ass?” She smirked.

He chuckled, “As if, once I traded Butch for you, and him for Blossom, I completely worked you,” he said confidently. “Oh yeah?” Buttercup started. A fire light up in her eyes. That’s what Brick liked about her most. That fire.

“Yeah,” Brick confidently said. Before Brick could even blink, he was sent flying into the same building 5 year old Buttercup had sent him crashing into.

Before Brick could open his eyes, she was already in front of him, her hand gripping his collar. A smirk on her face.

A smirk played on his lips, “Easy, baby, you don’t want us to get caught, do you? Makin a huge commotion like this will definitely alarm your sisters.”

Buttercup took his words into consideration before Brick had flipped their positions. Her hand smoothed down from his collar to his chest. He was caging her in. 

He floated above her, still managing to be taller than her. He looked down at her. Finally getting the chance to admire her all over.

Her pretty curled, puffy, medium long hair framing her face, kissing the top of her shoulders. Her thick eyebrows, and long curled lashes. Those pretty green eyes of hers staring right back at him. Her cute button nose above her pink plumped lips. The right side of her hair was tucked behind her ear, making her jawline more visible.

The long sleeved shirt she was wearing was showing a bit of her cleavage again. His jaw clenched. The girl picked up on it. She smirked. The hand Brick had placed on her waist was now placed higher on her waist, due to Buttercup’s boldness. Brick’s hand was slightly touching her breast.

Brick glared at her. Buttercup just pouted, “what?” She innocently asked. Before a smirk peaked through her pout.

Brick shook his head, and laughed. Buttercup loved this sight of him. Yes, she still thought when he looked serious and pissed was hot. But this sight, she truly adored.

His slightly long orange hair being hugged by his red cap. Some strands falling past his eyes. His thick eyebrows, his non noticeable freckles kissing his cheeks, and his full plumped lips just sitting there taunting her.

He was wearing his normal red zip up NIKE jacket, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. It was half way zipped up, giving Buttercup a peak at his collarbone, and the top of his chest. His gold chain hung around his neck, and dangled on his chest. He was wearing black sweatpants, with black shoes.

Brick looked down at his girl, and caressed her face. Staring into her eyes. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips. She waited. Waiting for him to kiss her. But there Brick stood.

There Buttercup waited.

He softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “Let’s get you back home.”

Buttercup was silent. “Nah, I think ima walk around the city for a bit.” She finally spoke.

Bricks eyebrows furrowed at that. Yes, he knew she was a very powerful girl. He’s experienced her strength since she was 5 years old. But it was the protective side of him that needed to watch her walk back through the Utonium’s front door.

“That’s not what I said,” he calmly said. “I heard you perfectly fine, I’m walking around the city, and I’ll go home when I feel like it,” she shrugged, spinning on her heel to walk in the opposite direction.

Brick watched her, “get in the car, Buttercup.” He flatly said. She kept walking. “Buttercup.” She continued.

He quickly walked up to her. He frowned walking up to her, reaching for her wrist-

“Do not touch me.” She spun around, facing him. Her finger in between their faces, pointing at him.

He was close to her. Very close. Not expecting her to turn around so quickly.

“Fine. Walk home. See if I care,” he spits. She turned around, continuing to walk away from him. “Tried to, but you wouldn’t listen.” She waved him off.

Brick glared at her back before making his way to his car. He got in, and slammed his door shut.

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“I love those pretty pink eyes of yours,” Butch breathed out, as he stared down at the redhead trapped between him and the wall.

The stars in the dark sky ignited enough light to shine on her pretty long red hair. Her lashes fluttered up at him. Her long pretty lashes fluttering as her pink eyes stared up at him. Her manicured nails gripping his black shirt. The material felt soft, soft like a blanket.

He was wearing a black turtle neck with a gold chain hanging over it. He was wearing black jeans, rips on the knee parts. He was wearing black shoes that were surprisingly not dirty. This was a special occasion for him, so he made sure to look perfect. Much like the girl in front of him. She was perfect.

But don’t be mistaken.

Butch was not perfect.

Perfect nothing.

The back of his calloused hands, his fingers gently brushed against her cheeks. Blossom held her breath, captivated by him. Her red glossed lips unconsciously quivered.

The top left of his lip slightly curled up at that, smirking. His hand found a loose strand of hair dangling in her face, and brushed it behind her ear. He let his hand trail from behind her ear to the back of her head, and gripped it. Allowing some of her red hair to slip through the knuckle parts of his fingers, and pulled her forward.

Blossom was standing on her tippy toes now. Silent. The wind whistled through the air, making her skirt move slightly.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, smiling down at her. Blossom didn’t smile back. She was thinking. I mean, she was always thinking, but she had no idea how she could’ve let this happen with a ruff. She doesn’t know what she was thinking.

But she doesn’t regret it.

She’d do it again.

And again.

And again.

Because he excites her.

He gives her adrenaline.

A rush that a perfect leader shouldn’t have.

He makes her feel like she doesn’t have to be perfect all the time. He makes her feel like she’s not just a perfect “little girl.” Instead, he sees Blossom Utonium. Not the demanding, bossy, boring, leader of the Powerpuff girls.

He sees a girl who’s smart, witty, funny (not on purpose), quick, soft, dorky, and the smartest person he knows. He knows she’s caring, she’s understanding, she’s human.

He sees a girl who’s undeniably gorgeous, fierce, and powerful. She carries herself with pride and dignity. She’s strong willed and considerate. She will always put others before herself, but that’s okay because Butch puts her over all.

He makes her feel happy. He gives her a place where she can be vulnerable, lazy, and comfortable. Of course, she’s like this with her sisters, but with him. It’s different.

He makes her feel beautiful. She knows she’s beautiful, but when her caresses her face, and pauses to let his eyes glide over her face, his lips move open to say,

“You’re beautiful.” His green eyes stare into her pink ones before smiling. “Now, let’s go get that surprise for you.”

He gently pulled away, before automatically reaching for her hand. “So soft,” he thought. Blossom blushed.

After a few steps, “Wait!” Butch stopped. “What is it?” Blossom asked, curious. “I have to blindfold you,” he cheekily grins.

Her eyes slightly widen before they squinted. She was suspicious. “Why?”

Butch shrugs, and looks off to the side. “It’s a surprise.” He repeats. That was the best he could come up with.

“That’s not a good enou- hey!” Butch was blindfolding her, as she ‘fought’ against his hold on her. “Butch!” She laughed.

Butch smiled at that, pulling on to the blindfold, making a final knot.

He moved back to her side, and grabbed her hand. Blossom slightly jumped at that, but Butch squeezed it. “It’s just me, it’s just me,” he whispered. “Yes, but you didn’t say anything when you moved,” she explained. He hummed in response, as he began to walk forward, pulling her along with him.

They walked as the cool air brushed against their skin, the sounds of dogs barking could be heard from two blocks down from where they currently were. They walked hand in hand as the stars shined directly on them.

“Are ya’ ready?” Butch asked, standing in front of a still blindfolded Blossom.

“Yes,” she smiled, feeling the cold object that was placed around her neck on her warm skin.

It was a necklace. She knew that much, she has tons of necklaces and other jewelry. Blossom’s smile widened. She felt sweet, happy, flustered.

“Can I take off the blindfold now?” She excitedly asked. “Mhm,” he smiled looking at how perfectly the pink jewels inside the silver necklace complimented her whole being.

Blossom hurriedly, but not too noticeably took off the blindfold. But when she did, she almost had a heart attack.

Her vision was filled with jewels, diamonds, and gold goods everywhere. In glass counters, on mannequins, even some decorating the room. Some surveillance cameras were obviously hanging a little lower than they should, meaning that they had been tampered with, and were not on. Butch was standing not too far from her, under a sign that said, “Townsvilles Jewelry Store.”

Her blood started to boil as she looked at her green eyed lover. “What,” her voice dropped with venom, “are we doing here?”

Butch sweat dropped. “We’re buying you a necklace? I left the money on the counter where the register is.” He point back to where the money was.

“What’s the big deal?” He asked. It’s as if Blossom couldn’t get any angrier. “What’s the big deal?” She repeated, appalled. “What’s the big deal?!” She asked louder this time.

“The big deal is that we- no- YOU broke into a jewelry store, and tried to steal something!” She shouted.

Butch’s eyebrow twitched. “No, I didn’t steal anything, I paid for it, I already told-” “the person behind the counter has to take it from you and put it in the register!” Blossom cut him off. “And! This store is closed!”

“Baby,” Butch coaxed, grabbing Blossom’s waist gently, “I admit breaking in was wrong, but the only reason I- well, we broke in was because you had me patrolling the city and running errands for you all day, and I simply had no time for myself or to get this gem for you,” he explained watching Blossoms face morph into guilt. “And,” he continued, “this necklace is limited edition, so today was the only day to get it, I hope you can forgive me, baby,” he asked, tilting his head, trying to get a look at his girlfriend in front of him, but her bangs blocked his view.

He gently grabbed Blossom’s chin, and tilted it upwards. A smile made its way to his lips. “There’s my girl,” he smiled. She softly smiled back, but she was still feeling guilty about-

“Don’t worry about you occupying me all day, alright?” He said, “I’d do anythin’ for you.”

Blossom’s heart melted at that, “I know that, but-” “but nothin’. I love helpin’ you out, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Today, tomorrow,” he nudged closer to her face, “and the next..” and closer until their lips finally met.

The kiss was soft and sweet like most are. Blossom was the first to pull away, curling her lips inwards, embarrassed, savoring his taste. A blush decorated her cheeks.

“Cmon, let’s try on a few other things,” he suggested, throwing a smirk at the shorter girl.

“No, absolutely not, we came here for what we needed, and we have it, so let’s go-”

“But after alllll the trouble you had me go through for you today, and you won’t let a sweet, handsome, devil as myself spoil you?” Butch whined. “You agreed, you could’ve said no,” Blossom countered.

“Baby, please?” Butch pleaded, “just a few necklaces, and we’ll leave,” Butch placed his hands together, begging. “I promise,” he smiled.

Blossom narrowed her eyes at him, before sighing. “Fine,” she agreed.

And with that, they tried on everything in the entire store, but unbeknownst to Blossom, Butch had purchased half of the stuff she tried on, and will have Boomer pick it up as soon as the store opens in the morning. 

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I miss my blue eyed, blonde hair, 6’2, evil, super powered boyfriend that was resurrected by a Red devil lobster guy☹️💔 come home, Boomerang☹️💔💔💔

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I lowkey hate this </3 I’ll do better next time💔.

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“I’m not as dumb as I look!” Boomer shouted with anger, his eyes trained on the ground as he continued to glare at it.

“I don’t think you look dumb at all...” a small voice said.

Boomer looked to his side because that’s where the voice came from.

‘Woah,’ he thought, ‘she’s cute.” Not long after the thought, he grimaced. ‘Ew, a girl.’

He shook his head, and looked back at the girl who wasn’t that much shorter than him.

“You don’t?” He finally responded. He looked her up and down, before scanning her face to see if she was making fun of him in any way. But she wasn’t.

“No…” she trailed off, eyes shyly on the ground, looking at some squirrel who chewed on an acorn.

“I think you look nice…” she fumbled with her hands behind her back. “Well, I’m not,” He glared.

The girl in front of him slightly flinched when her eyes came up to meet his. Her eyes were almost immediately back on the ground.

“Oh…” she said, not sure of what to say. Boomer was confused to say the least. Did this girl not know who he was? What he was capable of? That he terrorizes the city every other day?

“Go get me some candy!” He blurted, remembering Brick’s orders from not too long ago. Her head snapped up at him. “O-Okay!” She turned away from him, and quickly walked to the nearest candy store, which wasn’t far.

Before she opened the door to the candy store, she turned back around, and marched back up to Boomer.

He looked at her with a confused face. Did she not hear me? I just said to get me some-

“What kind of candy do you like?” She asked. Boomer was stunned.

What kind of candy did he like? Yeah, he always eats candy, but it’s always the kind Brick or Butch likes. He tends to forget the names of it, so he shrugs.

“I dunno, what kind of candy do you like?” He asked, curious to see if he’d like her recommendations.

Her eyes lit up. “Jawbreaker!” She chimed, delighted. His eyes lit up too. “I like that too!” He smiled. Y/N gasped, “really?” “Yeah!” “Yay!” She squealed.

“Do you want cotton candy too?” “What’s that?” He asked curiously. “Isn’t it some sort of cotton ball?” He asked, seriously. She giggled at him, he tilted his head in confusion. “No, silly! It’s-” but then she registered his words for real. ‘Wait. It is sort of like a cotton ball…

“Wait, you’re right! It is sort of like a cotton ball!” She nodded, agreeing with him.

‘I’m right?’ He questioned himself. Boomer smirked, proud of himself. Of course I’m right! She was the first ever person to agree with what he’s said, and man, did it feel good.

“Yeah! It’s like a cotton ball, but it tastes good!” She explained, excited to taste some at the moment.

“We’ll, go get some!” He ordered, wanting to taste good cotton balls. “Do you want to come with me?” She asked, hopeful. He nodded with eagerness. “That’s a good idea,” he thought. “Yeah!”

The both of them made their way inside the candy store, filling up their cart with loads of jawbreakers, cotton candies, and more sweet candy. Y/N was sitting inside the cart as Boomer pushed it, knocking some lollipops on top of her, she giggled, letting it fall into the basket.

She was buried with candies, the wrappers making her neck itch a little, but she was fine, smiling. Having a great time. The cashier was keeping an eye on them the whole time. I mean, how could he not. One of the rowdyruff boys was in his shop, but nevertheless, he wasn’t calling for help.

That was until Boomer rushed out the store with the cart still in his hands. A dark streak of blue trailing after him as he made his escape. Y/N was screaming at how fast they were going. Boomer just smirked, enjoying the wind that was whipping past him.

In a matter of seconds, they were in a public park where more kids were playing. Colorful butterflies were fluttering their pretty wings, as the pretty calm birds chirped.

But Y/N was still screaming.

“Shh! Shh! It’s okay!” He tried his best at comforting her, and it worked. She stopped screaming.

She had just committed a crime.

And it was fun.

“We were going so fast!” She exclaimed, trying her best to turn towards him, the candy surround her making it hard to do so.

Boomer gave her a small smile before helping her out of the basket. Effortlessly placing her on the brown wooden bench that had the perfect view of all the kids.

Soon, they were both seated, eating candies from the cart as they continued to talk.

“Wanna try the cotton candy?” Y/N asked, excited to share the same love for the sweet as so was Boomer.

“The good cotton balls?” He questioned. She giggled again, “Yeah!”

“Oh! Then, yes!” He nodded, watching her get up, and reach over the basket, digging for the cotton candy. She moved lollipops, suckers, bubble gums, chocolates, and more before she reached the blue cotton candy.

She chose the blue cotton candy over the pink because she thought Boomer would like the blue more. It reminded her the color of his eyes. Even though, the cotton candy wasn’t dark blue, it was still blue, and she thought he’d like it.

Boomer slightly bounced his leg, excited to taste the candy. He watched as Y/N opened the clear bag of the blue cotton candy. She softly tore a small piece for Boomer to eat, just in case he didn’t like it. 

She handed it to him, her fingers slightly brushing up against his fingers. She blushed, as she smiled, silently waited for him to eat it. 

Boomer plopped the blue cotton candy into his mouth as it melted on the center of his tongue. He hummed, satisfied with the taste. His eyes dilated, sweetness filling him. 

“Give me more,” he demanded, “a bigger piece,” he was craving for more sweetness.

She giggled, “Okay,” tearing him off a bigger piece, handing it to him. Then, she tore some off for herself.

After a while of silence, sharing the cotton candy, as they watch the other kids play. Boomer decided to break the silence. 

“So, how long have you been in Townsville?” Boomer asked, grabbing a jawbreaker from the basket.

“Not long,” she answered honestly, “maybe two weeks?” She plopped a red gummy bear into her mouth.

Well, that explains why she didn’t know who he was.

“Hey, I was meaning to ask, how are you able to fly, and…lift me up really high? Only my dad can do that,” she curiously asked. The only people she knew who could move at incredible inhumane speed, and fly were the-

“Stop right there, Boomer!”

Y/N flinched as she looked up to see the Powerpuff girls.

Boomers body tensed, as he looked up. He rolled his eyes, “What do you want?” He glared.

Bubbles was the first to noticed Y/N. She gasped, “what are you doing here, Y/N?”

Buttercup looked over at the said girl, “with him?” She finished Bubbles sentence.

”We’re hanging out,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders.  “ are you aware he stole the candy that you’re eating?” Blossom asked, sure that you didn’t know.

“No, she didn’t know,” Boomer answered for her, glaring at the red headed girl.

“I figured, now you’re coming with us to pay for your crimes!” Blossom exclaimed, her body ready for a fight because she knew he’d refuse.

“No! Don’t hurt him!” Y/N’s shirt legs jumped up, and ran in front of Boomer, protecting him. “I won’t let you take him!” She held her arms out, guarding him.

The girl’s gasped, surprised by Y/N’s actions. “I-I’ll pay for the candy.” Boomer stood silently behind Y/N, watching her defend him. It was nice to see someone stick up for him. It warmed his heart. It wasn’t something that happened often.

Sure, Brick and Butch always defended him when it came to other people, but that was because they had to. They’re his brothers, of course they have to.

But the way Y/N did it, it was an action that was filled with care and determination.

“Y/N, I’m sure you’re not aware of who he is-” Blossom started, ready to explain the mistake you’re making.

“He’s my friend! And you will not touch him!” Y/N exclaimed. His heart warmed at that. Friend. She quickly turned around to face Boomer. “Run, Boomer! Run away!” She pleaded. 

She was aware of what the girls did to people who committed crimes. She didn’t want that happening to Boomer, her eyes watered. Boomer became angry, he didn’t know why. All he knew was that the Powerpuffs made his friend cry.

“They’re gonna hurt you, Boomer!” She cried more. “Please run!” She exclaimed.

The only way for her to stop crying was if Boomer got out of sight, and away from the girls, and so he did just that.

He bolted away, a dark blue streak trailing behind him. He’ll find her again.



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Foaming at the mouth rn, give me a minute.

Have I ever posted this tho XwX

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The Commander & Leader

The Joy and Laughter

The Toughest Fighter

The Powerpuff Girls 💙💖💚

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I couldn’t decide how circular I wanted BC’s head to be, so y’all get both😍

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Brat and Boomer trying to see who can manipulate who better💀>>>>

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SBJ’S Boomer x Reader pt. 4, slight Brick x reader

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“What are you doing out here?” A familiar voice asked.

You take your eyes off the sunset, and turn around to face him. The first thing your eyes land on are his scarlet red eyes, looking back at you, waiting for an answer.

You turn back around, facing the sunset. “I needed to clear my head...you know? I needed to stop thinking,” you shake your head, picking up your drink that sat beside you.

Brick watched the bottle make contact with your lips, as the liquid escaped the bottle. The vibrant colors of the sunset reflecting off your skin, making you glow.

Brick stood where he was, now taking his eyes off you. He looked around the city, looking at the tall buildings, the people that walked on the sidewalk with their kids, and the cars that peacefully drove on the streets.

He looked back at you, before deciding he was going to sit next to you.

“Where’d you get the alcohol?” He asked, eyeing the bottle in your hands. “Butch,” you answered. He nodded, expectantly. “Of course,” he muttered.

“I thought you hated alcohol?” He raised a brow.

“I do.”

Brick didn’t like this side of you. You seemed dull, sad, over everything. He can’t believe he’s admitting this to himself, but he misses you, the happy, funny, sarcastic, witty, smart you.

The next thing you knew, the bottle was snatched out of your hands, and was in between his lips. You watched his medium length hair flow, as a breeze passed by. His usual red hat sat backwards on his head. His scarlet eyes stared in front of him. His lips curled into a slight smirk. “Well, it’d be wrong of me to let you drink this all alone.”

You didn’t say anything, you jus watched as he continued to down your alcohol. Then, you realized, “hey! You’re drinking all of it!” You exclaimed, reaching over his body to grab it, but he raised it higher, and used his other arm to keep you from getting it.

His smirk widened, seeing you struggle against him. A chuckled escaped him, as you erupted into a fit of giggles.

You watched as his parted smiling lips exposed his pearly, white, straight teeth. He looked so hot smiling. He slightly shook his head, raising the bottle to his lips.

He glanced over at you, and you decided to speak. “You gonna share orrr?” “Nah,” he answered. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Sharing is caring, you know?” You smiled. “Who said I cared?” He asked, raising a brow, looking at you. “Oh, come on, Brick. I’m not stupid, you wouldn’t be out here if you didn’t care,”” you explained. Brick didn’t look away from your eyes until he spoke.

“I just prefer the smart, witty, sober you,” he explained, watching a blue Mercedes pass by. “You think I’m smart?” You asked, softly smiling, “what else do you think of me?”

Brick all of a sudden felt weirded out. He slightly leaned away from you, as you leaned forward. A soft smile on your lips, and your eyes shining with curiosity.

The red headed boy looked everywhere, but at you. What a lame situation he was in. He wasn’t going to share his thoughts or opinion on you. He isn’t some counselor or your friend.

But the way he was feeling said otherwise. He felt nervous, his thoughts were scattered, and he was intimidated.

He’s never intimidated, and his thoughts are never scattered.

He’s always organized, and is always thinking.

But unbeknownst to Brick, thinking is his biggest enemy. His mind is his biggest enemy. It ruins a lot of good things he has going for him.

So, just for once,

just for a while,

He unwillingly stopped.

He answered her. “You’re...annoyingly consistent,” he blurted. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t mean to say that. His eyes quickly dart to your face, seeing you with a look of confusion. You looked taken back.

You thought he was going to tell you what he thought of you, and he calls you annoying? You thought he was going to be serious, but it was obvious he was playing around. How stupid of you, thinking you’ll get in on Brick Jojo’s thoughts.

“That’s not what I meant. What I meant to say was, you’re caring I guess?” He says, unsure.

“Elaborate.”

“You used to always ask me was I alright back at JS inc. Always...” he thought back to a memory, “telling me to take a break.”

You knew what he was talking about, but you didn’t know which time he was talking about. He almost always overworked himself.

“You’re helpful.”

He thought back to when he was overworking himself like always. He was trying to figure out a plan for a mission he and his brothers had to complete the next day. While trying to complete a document Penny needed him to fill out, and have on her desk by morning.

He also needed to make sure Boomer was in the right head space for tomorrow, same with Butch. He needed to give his green-eyed brother a stern warning, and to not mess anything up for them tomorrow.

He remembers that you came wandering into his room because you had saw his light still on.

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You knocked on his door, “Brick?” You waited for a response.

He had his elbow propped onto his desk, his head resting in his hand, pencil in his other hand, hovering over the paper.

He shut his eyes in annoyance. Why weren’t you sleep? Everyone in the building should be sleep by now.

“Brick? Are you awake?” You softly knocked this time.

The door whipped open, he glared at you.

“What?” He demanded an answer. Why were you bothering him.

He wasn’t wearing his usual red hat. His medium length red hair wasn’t in its usual ponytail.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips pulled into a frown. He eyes staring at you, waiting for an answer.

“What aren’t you sleeping? It’s late,” you inform him. “I could ask you the same,” he replied.

You looked away from him, “I couldn’t sleep, I was worried when you three would come back. You were gone all day,” you fiddled with your fingers, staring at them.

“I was working.” He deadpanned.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know...”

Brick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I have superpowers, Y/N,” he reminded you, feeling a weird urge to reassure you he was okay, and he’ll always be okay. His face scrunched up at the feeling.

“Yeah, but you’re still human. Humans have limits,” you argued.

“Well, thank God, I’m not a regular human with normal human problems. I’m a man that has powers, with a job, Y/N. I’m also a leader with two idiots I have to look after.” Don’t even get him started on his brothers. He still hasn’t even had a talk with Boomer or Butch. Boomer was probably sleep, and he didn’t want to talk to a half sleep Boomer. Brick rolled his eyes, it’d be like talking to a brick wall.

“I don’t need your nagging or worrying.” He glared.

Why did he say that? He could’ve said it a little nicer. He could’ve changed his tone. He opened his mouth to correct his mistake, but you were already glaring at him. “Well, excuse me for caring, asshole,” you scoffed.

A tick mark grew on his head, “Nobody asked you to,” he shot back.

You laughed dryly, “Whatever Brick.” You walked away, making your way back to your room. When you made it back, your eyes landed on an almost finished pile of paper work that was assigned by Penny.

You glared at it, before walking over to it to finish. The things you do for this guy.

After a while of sitting there, you finally acknowledged he was stressed, but that was no reason to be mean to you.

You sighed, getting up to make your way to Boomer’s room, then Butch’s to make sure they were in the right head space for a certain red eyed boy.

“You’re kind...”

He thought back to when you bought him a really expensive chain he wanted for Christmas.

“You’re independent.”

“You’re strong.”

You stayed by his side even though he’s said the most hurtful things to you.

He loved everything about you, except the way your eyes lit up at the mention of his blue eyed brother.

But that was another story for another time.

Brick shook his head, and looked over at you. Taking in your heart-warming smile.

“You’re perfect.”

A gust of wind blew by. Making his red hair flow in the direction the wind was blowing. A soft blush formed on your cheeks. Your now slightly widened eyes filled with shock.

He looked back at the city, holding his hands in his lap. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this either,” he glared. “Or it’ll never happen again.”

“You plan on telling me I’m perfect again?” You teased.

He scoffed, a laugh. “Who knows?” He teased back. You smiled.

This was a side you never got to see of Brick often. But you cherished it every time it came.

You two spent majority of the night drinking, and laughing together on top of the mansions roof, watching above the city.

And not once did the either of you mention Boomer’s name.