i think i talk too much, i need to listen baby. i need to listen good, i think i try too hard. how i look, what i do, what i’m sayin’. i spend too much time explainin’ myself.
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Boomer: I’d appreciate it if you didn’t put feelings in air quotes
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at first, she thought it was just her imagination. she saw boomer go down and not get back up. she could still feel her heart pounding from that moment, almost like her heart literally broke and ache from thinking about him being gone. but then he turned around and it was definitely him. bubbles instantly called his name and ran as fast as she could to squeeze him tight. she even gave him a kiss on his mouth, though they’ve only done that once, as she could feel tears running down her cheeks. “you’re okay! but…i saw…you were…” bubbles was blubbering and trying to make sense as she hugged him again. “i’m just really glad that you’re okay. what happened?” she still wasn’t letting go of boomer. she was scared something would happen to him if she let go.
quickly dusting off the debris from his tattered clothing, a few dry coughs of his lungs trying to rid the irritants of all that dust, boomer’s head snaps up when he hears the sound of bubbles voice that he can recognize from anywhere. pushing himself up out of the ruble, he comes meeting her half way just to be locked into an embrace and a... a KISS from bubbles. god, it sends butterflies all through his being. arms wrap around her smaller body and blue eyes are bewildered by her once their lips part, heart beating faster, even faster, now that’s she went and done that. his gaze softens, looking so in love with her. he is. “don’t worry, bubbles. i’m a lot stronger than i look. and a kiss from you, can cure anything.” he sheepishly chuckles, scratched cheeks trying to turn stupidly rosy. “umm... well. you see. butch and brick, that’s just how they horseplay.” he quickly lies, that wasn’t the case this time. they were trying to kill him to get answers out of him. “let’s go somewhere else.” taking her hand, he quickly takes them down an alley in case they were to come looking for him.
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she knew boomer was just being sweet, like always. but she knew he actually did mean it, especially with the sweet touch of her hair. “i don’t deserve a sweet boy like you.” bubbles touched his wrist when he ran her hands through her hair. she gave him a sweet smile. “because what ‘evil’ rowdyruff would do everything that you’ve done for me?” who would treat her so sweetly and think he wasn’t good enough if he was evil? bubbles nudged her nose with his and grabbed both of his hands. “it’s no one’s fault. and i promise you don’t have to give up anything.” she wouldn’t want boomer to give up anything, even if it was in this fantasy world where they were two normal people. “i don’t want you to give up anything.” though, on the other hand, bubbles would give up anything to be with boomer. bubbles gave him a sweet, almost teasing smile as she was gently pulled along in the direction of the park. “tell me about your daydreams, the ones about us being normal.” she was interested in hearing them. she wouldn’t lie, she just loved hearing him talk about anything. as long as she was with boomer, they could do anything together and she’d be happy just to be with him.
“how can you say that? ‘course you do.” he’s surprised she thinks she deserves less. “i mean... wait. y’think i’m sweet?” glancing away, his cheeks threaten to blush and he does not want bubbles to know he blushes. “well, i dunno. some evil people are good at bein’ manipulative. what if i were just pretending?” not that he is, but he’s curious if bubbles is naive. “well, i would. if i could, i would give anything to give my powers up. that way i could BE with you without worrying...” if someone was going to kill him for it. “my daydreams. okay...” walking over to the park, through the playground, he comes to a stop at the swings. gestures for her to take one while he takes the other free one next to hers. “i daydream about us going to school and being normal. i daydream about the only thing we have to worry about is homework or that thing school’s do... um prom. or something. i even daydream about us going to prom together an’ how fun it’d be. and about just going to the mall without worrying about monsters or how it’s wrong ‘cause we’re supposed to be fighting each other. i daydream about all kinds of stuff.”
“now you sound like professor when i try to do anything.” he always thought the girls were too young for anything that was fun. professor was always overprotective, which was saying a lot for having three daughters who were superheroes. bubbles would love to stay in a fantasy about how, if they were normal, them being friends wouldn’t be a big deal. in fact, he’d be the perfect person to bring home. but the truth was more complicated. “and my sisters would think this was some sort of evil plan to get to us.” she’ll stay around boomer no matter what they said but she still wanted her family to like who she hung around.or was dating, she wasn’t sure how to describe what was between her and boomer.“i know you’re not like that though.” bubbles knew he was a good person, that he liked her for her. she giggled and shook her head. “then i get to take all the blankets.” she teased back. bubbles squeezed the hands in hers and swung their hands in between them. “we’ll find a way someday.” though her sisters were suspicious about who was this mystery friend she was hanging around with all the time. “i’m sorry we’re not exactly…normal.” she genuinely meant that. she wished she could make this situation easier.
“well, the professor is right. you’re too good for boys. boys like me, we don’t deserve precious angels like you.” fingers brush through her golden strands, even her hair is so angelic. “how do you know?” she’s supposed to be facing someone who is supposed to want to destroy her, he wasn’t made out of good, he was made of evil...so how does she trust him so much? “it’s not your fault. the world should say it’s sorry. i wish we were normal too, b. i daydream ‘bout it all the time. i’d give my powers up to be a normal kid with you.” he admits, their hands being swung in between them and he sweetly smiles down at the bestest friend he’s ever had. letting one of her hands go, so he can pull her along to the direction he suddenly wants to go in. walking down the street and over to the park, he wants to do something to pretend they’re normal. even if for just a day.
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“boomie, i really don’t think we should be here.” and not just because there were several signs marking the small building as condemned. “it looks like something out of an episode of scooby doo, and i don’t mean that in the fun way. please, boomer, let’s just go.”
“c’mon, b. it will be fun ‘cause we might find somethin’ WEIRD. y’know...like bones! don’t you wanna be like scooby doo? scooby doo’s awesome.” he could definitely be a scaredy cat of his own, curiosity was just overriding that for the moment... UNTIL he falls in over the broken windowsill and an old piece of furniture falls on top of him. arms flail in fear to swat it, falling into the floor which creeps him out right away. it’s dusty and it STINKS and... “something’s GOT me!” nothing’s got him, besides the heavy lamp and some thick cobwebs getting entangled around his face that he’s crazily thrashing his arms around to remove off him.
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“oh, look who it is,” she said, looking the other with a raised brow before leaning back. “took you long enough,” she said with a playful wink. “unless you have money for me i don’t have the time.”
“OH. hi, princess. i didn’t realize anyone wanted to talk t’you anyway.”
bubbles wants him protected as much as possible. if she could, she’d protect him herself. but she knew she couldn’t be around boomer the whole time. “i know. i still can’t help it.” just like she was sure that he worried about her when she fought. she couldn’t just stop being a powerpuff. she probably should’ve expected that question. professor was so important to her and his opinion of who she spent her time with mattered to her. “he would say i’m too young to hang around boys.” which was what he would say, no matter who they were. “he’d be a little cautious but i think he’d be that way with anyone.” maybe he’d be a little more cautious about boomer being a rowdyruff and a little more protective. but professor would always be protective over her. “how do you think your family would react to me?” maybe the answer would be different than her overdramatic imagination. she smiled at his promise, giving a kiss to his cheek as if to seal the deal. “sounds like a deal, just as long as there’s some room for me.” their slumber parties were always fun and she never felt like she had to be someone she wasn’t.
“yeah, you definitely are TOO young.” that makes b laugh and joke with her before her next question dawns on him and expressions soften. “if i had a real mom and dad, they’d be proud i didn’t make a dumb decision of picking out a girl to like. they would be so happy to have a girl like you around, bubbles.” is that even a real question? “but since we came into existence another way an’ i came into existence by evil, ‘course evil things won’t approve of good things.” in other words... no, brick nor butch and especially not his ‘parental guardians’ mojo or him would approve of a good-willed puff. they’d hate it because they know how easy it is to brainwash boomer, they’d definitely think she’s brainwashed him to be good. “i might leave you small, few inches.” he keeps teasing until her lips touch his cheek and then a stupid blush creeps up on his cheeks, he’s always besotted by her every single time she does that.
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it wasn’t boomer she didn’t trust. she didn’t trust his brothers to leave him alone. she could only protect him from so much. “i can’t not worry about you.” bubbles could feel herself almost growing soft when he pulled her closer. he almost had her convinced. “i know you can. you’re one of the toughest people i know.” bubbles gave their joined hands a squeeze, caressing the sides of his hands with her thumbs. she sighed, waiting to admit that he was right. a smile was playing on her lips. “professor is getting a little suspicious about my phone background.” it was her and boomer at disney world and she hasn’t shown professor yet. and her sisters were probably wondering why she was so curious about boys and dating lately. “you pinky promise?” she held up a light blue nail polished finger. “if they do, you can always just stay with me.” it could be like their fun sleepovers with snacks and movies, try and distract him.
“well, you can’t.” because one day something really might happen to him and he doesn’t want to die knowing bubbles would forever feel guilty for it. it’s not her fault. it’s the things he doesn’t say though, so he doesn’t worry her more than she already is. if he had to die, he wants to spend every second he can get living his messed up life with the only person who has given him life and the only person who has been so good at prying him out his head from thinking he has to be a villain because he was born to be so. glancing down, a smile immediately blooms across his lips at her thumbs brushing against his hands. “what would he say? do y’think? about hangin’ around me?” boomer knows the obvious, he wouldn’t be accepting. but how unaccepting? would there be any chance he’d be open minded? “i pinky promise. y’know i wouldn’t break a PINKY promise.” one hand stays in her palm and his free one lifts to link their pinkies together, his wrapping around hers. “yeah, exactly. i can always come and HOG your bed.” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, poking her cheek.
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𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.
dark brows in contrast of golden locks draping around his forehead in floppy bangs knit in confusion. initially, he held an anger towards blossom for not accepting him hanging around bubbles. until she caught him helping an elderly woman across the street after being pestered by some teenagers and she didn’t seem to judge him for it. at least, not in a bad way. he didn’t know blossom would be watching him. in fact, he was hoping no one caught him in fear of word getting around to his brothers that he was helping someone. he could act like he doesn’t know what the strawberry haired girl is talking about, but boomer can’t stop the softness that graces his boyish countenance. “you really think so, blossom?” if it means she’ll let him hang around them in secret without thinking he’s terrible like butch and brick, then it has blue eyes lighting up in hopeful excitement.