"Why did you do this to me?" Buttercup grumbled as she grimaced at the pale green dress she was wearing. Bubbles hopped over and fluffed up the mid-thigh skirt.

"But it's so cute on you! I love skater dresses." She giggled and twirled in a circle, flaunting her own attire which consisted of a thin, ivory material and the same a-line style but with a halter top.

Buttercup slipped a finger under her Sabrina neckline. "They're so revealing though!"

"Come on Buttercup, you know Butch will like it." Blossom smirked, pulling on her floral pink maxi dress. Buttercup only turned away as her face flushed.

"Oh my gosh! YES!" Bubbles brought her hands together. "High low wrap top spaghetti strap v-neck dresses are everything right now!"

Blossom smoothed the fabric over her torso. "Are they? I just bought this."

"Don't tell me you got it just for today." Buttercup scoffed, combing her fingers through her neck length locks.

Bubbles raised an eyebrow. "Now what would be wrong with that Buttercup?"

Said puff shrugged. "I suppose you're right, she just wants to impress her boyfriend after all."

It was Blossom's turn to blush. "We're not dating, you know that!"

"Not yet." Buttercup corrected.

Blossom huffed and began to undo her braids. "Whatever, at least if we kiss we don't call it a friendly gesture."

Buttercup whirled around. "Hey! That was different!"

"How so?" Blossom turned with a sly grin.

Buttercup crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "Because I was just being polite and giving him a farewell."

"Yeah, a couple farewell."

"We are not a couple!"

"Yeah right."

"We're not."

"You totally are."

"NOT."

"Are."

"NOT!"

"ARE."

"NOT!"

"AHAHAHA, you hear that bro? They're already up there fighting!"

Buttercup stiffened at hearing her counterparts voice ring outside. Bubbles leaned out the window and her face lit up immediately.

"Boomie! You guys they're here." She caught the blonde's attention and he floated up to the window. She blushed as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Hey beautiful, happy Easter." Her twirled one of her curled pigtails around his finger. "You look gorgeous."

Her stomach did somersaults and she smoothed out his blue blouse. "And you look dashing, my Prince."

Buttercup threw her head back. "Oh god, spare us please."

Blossom elbowed her raven haired sister with a hiss, "Stop being jealous."

Green eyes narrowed. "I am not-!"

The door burst open. "BABY!"

Green eyes closed. "Dear god, have mercy."

Butch threw his arms around his counterpart and lifted her up, despite her threats. He nuzzled her neck. "Aw you even got all dressed for me!"

She squirmed in his hold. "Not for you, jerkface. Bubbles forced me to."

The green ruff kissed her cheek. "Don't lie, Butters, you know it was for your very own knight in shining armor."

She guffawed. "Not you too."

He shrugged. "The blues already took the Prince and Princess."

Buttercup covered her face. "Oh for fuck's sake."

"BUTTERCUP!"

The green puff buried herself deeper into her hands as Bubbles began to lecture her over language in front of guests.

Blossom smiled and jumped into Brick's arms as he walked into the room. He encircled her waist and whispered into her ear as he did so, "You actually listen to me."

She pulled away with a teasing eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?"

He raised an eyebrow back at her. "Wearing your hair down and wavy when you know it's my favorite."

She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, I know of no such thing."

He ran his hand through her glistening auburn waves with a grin. "I don't believe you."

She took his hand and laced her fingers with his. "You always believe me because you're gullible."

He scoffed. "Gullible? Me? Never!"

She snickered. "Whatever you say, my King."

He lifted her chin. "I'm always right, my queen."

He leaned in for a kiss but she turned her face and his lips met her cheek instead. She giggled and escaped his grasp.

"Alright we have shit to do losers, let's get a move on!" Buttercup clapped her hands together and ushered everyone out of the bedroom.

Downstairs, Blossom and Buttercup began to set up the easter egg dye and cookies while Bubbles got the ham in the oven and the boys helped set out the other ingredients, along with the food they had brought. Blossom chuckled to Buttercup as she watched Boomer pile up three pies, cupcakes, milkshake materials, and candy through the window.

"Someone has a sweet tooth." She laid out five cups for each person.

Buttercup dumped the food dye out of the boxes and measured out the vinegar. "Oh we all know where that developed from. And I'm not talking about how he used to steal candy, I'm talking about our dear sister."

Blossom added the dye to the cups. "Her baking would turn anyone into a sugar addict."

The spoons where set out next to the cups. "Oh how I wish I knew how to cook like that angel." Buttercup put a hand to her heart and wiped away a tear.

Blossom poured hot water in with the dye. "Maybe she can teach Butch."

Buttercup snorted. "That moron can't be taught jackshit."

"Well that ain't very nice." The green ruff tried to kiss her but she slapped him.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping set shit up?" Buttercup snapped.

He took a seat at the table and plopped an egg into the dye. "Yeah but Brick keeps nagging Boomer about the amount of sweets he brought and Bubs was getting pissed."

"Yeah pissed at you cause you kept drooling on the ham!" Brick called from inside. Because the kitchen and dining room were being filled with food, Blossom and Buttercup had set up a table outside where they would decorate eggs and cookies.

Butch groaned. "But it just looked so damn sexy and delicious."

Buttercup cocked an eyebrow.

Brick appeared at the window and threw open the screen. "You were looking at Buttercup the whole time, not the ham."

Buttercup slapped Butch across the face. "Pervert!"

He threw his arms back. "Baby, I can't help it! You, in that dress, is fucking perfection."

She pulled his chair out from under him and he yelped as his head hit the ground and his leg hit the table which caused a cup to fall over. He frowned as he sat up, his pants feeling...wet.

"YOU FUCKING LOSER AHAHA!" Boomer too was now at the window, pointing and cackling at Butch.

Buttercup showed off a proud smirk. Butch's face went scarlet as he stared at the yellow stain on the crotch of his white pants.

"I told you not to wear white dipshit." Brick shook his head disapprovingly and went back to the kitchen.

Dying eggs and frosting cookies went well, save for the inappropriate designs the greens decided to make and the fact that Boomer ate half the cookies before anyone could frost them. Bubbles had sat everyone down in the dining room while she made the finishing touches on the ham. The table had been set with foods ranging from mashed potatoes, rolls, stuffing, and corn to baklava, lamb, pane di pasqua, and balsamic browned butter roasted asparagus. After tasting the food, everyone agreed that Bubbles wasn't a home cook, she was a culinary artist. After dinner, the group went outside to play a few games before dessert.

"Do you guys know how to play?" Bubbles asked as she set an empty coffee can on the ground.

Butch waved her off. "Of course we do. You kick a fucking can and boom you win."

"Moron," Buttercup smacked him for the 235th time that day. "You have to be sneaky because if the person guarding the can touches you, you're out and lose that round."

Brick frowned. "So it's literally just called 'Kick the Can?' Damn, someone got creative with that name."

Blossom pinched his cheek and he swatted her off. "Oh stop being such a pessimist."

"I'm just stating facts."

Bubbles put her hand out. "Alright time to see who's it." They gathered in a circle and all put their hands in the center. She began to go around while singing, "Eeny meeny miny mo, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go. My mother says to pick the very best one and y-o-u spells you." Her finger poked Boomer's chest.

"God damnit." Butch crossed his arms with a pout. "I wanted to kick the can."

Buttercup slapped her forehead. "You idiot. Boomer is guarding the can, the rest of us get to kick it."

Butch's face lit up. "Hell yeah!"

"Okay Boomer is going to count to twenty while we all hide and-"

"Wait," Butch interrupted the pink puff. "Why are we hiding?"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Buttercup latched onto her counterpart's arm and dragged him away to explain the game to him. The rest of the group shrugged and Boomer began to count.

Brick sat behind a bush, Bubbles ran around to the back of the house, and Blossom flew up to the roof.

"18, 19, 20! Ready or not here I come!"

"No! Boomie you're not supposed to come find us you stay there!" Bubbles called from wherever she was.

Boomer blinked. "Oh, okay. I'm ready you guys can come now!"

Brick face palmed.

Boomer folded his arms behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched a butterfly swoop by. It's wings were light blue with dark blue circles and they were translucent, the sun shining through them and creating a rainbow of colors. It was so beautiful, so fragile, so magnificent, so-

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"IDIOT!"

Butch burst out of his hiding spot and screamed a war cry as he ran to the can. Boomer turned to him and stared in awe as Butch placed his foot on a skateboard, sending his legs into the air and his face into the gravel. The disappointment was palpable from everyone.

Boomer patted his brothers shoulder as he helped him up. Butch gave him a weary look. "Thanks, bro."

The blonde responded with a wry grin, "Anytime."

Then Butch threw his brother aside and kicked the can with a holler of victory. "Woohoo I did it! Go Butch, you're the best, yeah, you gonna get all the girls now."

"No you fucking dip, he touched you so you're out!" Buttercup shouted at her counterpart, who stopped mid celebration.

His face fell. "Well, fuck."

The sun had settled against the horizon, erupting the sky into a swarm of pastel hues that reflected in Blossom's cotton candy eyes. Brick smiled as he stared at her. The wind slipped through her hair, pulling it into the sunlight where it turned gold, like fine silk. The dress she wore complimented her so well that he wanted her to wear it everyday. Her slim legs stretched out over the steps. Her skin was smooth and tan in the amber rays, especially on her flushed face which turned to him. One of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised and she cocked her head like the adorable thing she was.

"Er...Brick?" She waved a hand in his face.

Those thick lashes hooded her shining irises as she narrowed them. Her luscious pink lips were moving, and he started leaning forward, when a hand went to his chest.

"Oh my god Brick, how much did you drink?" She asked, snapping her fingers in his face and lightly patting his cheek until he snapped out of his pink puff daze. "I knew I should've told Butch not to bring that vodka."

Brick ran a hand down his face. "Sorry, Pinky, I know I got carried away."

She shook her head. "Don't apologize for enjoying yourself, it's a holiday after all. I just want you to be safe about it."

He nodded. "I will be next time. I promise."

She smiled and sniffed. Oh yeah, and that cute nose she had...god did she have any imperfections? She turned from him and sneezed into her elbow, it was the cutest thing ever. She pulled her sleeve down and pressed it to her nose, holding back another sneeze. She had thrown a cardigan over her dress because the temperature had dropped. It was still Spring after all. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her close, warming her up.

"I thought we couldn't get sick." He said as she sniffled.

"It's because of my ice breath, I can get colds." She explained. He pulled her closer.

"Well I guess it's up to me to keep you warm then."

She chuckled. "Thanks for making today great." She laced their hands together.

He brushed a piece of hair from her face and let his thumb graze her jaw. "No, thank you. I'm glad my brothers were finally able to celebrate their first holiday." He paused. "Why do you celebrate Easter and Christmas though, aren't you three not religious?"

She shrugged. "The Professor was and it became a tradition." Her eyes sparkled up at him. "But now we have a new tradition."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her when his eyes went wide and he spun away, leaning over the steps and emptying that evenings' desserts. She handed him a napkin that she pulled from her pocket which he gratefully took.

"That's what happens when you challenge your brother to beer pong with vodka and shotgunning." She said as she brushed his hair from his face.

He groaned. "God, I'm stupid."

She laughed. "Sometimes."

He looked at her with a sad pout. "And I was just about to kiss this gorgeous girl in front of me."

She smirked. "You'll get your chance. At least now you've learned your lesson." She leaned up and pressed a kiss against his cheek. "But I still love you."

"I love you too." He tweaked her nose and her cheeks turned red. He wrapped his arm around her waist again and she laid her head against his chest. They watched the sun slip beneath the horizon and the birds settle into their nests, drowning out their siblings' voices from inside. "But next Easter, I'll get that kiss."

She snickered.

"GOD DAMN IT BUTCH! WHERE THE FUCK IS BLOSSOM!" The door behind them flew open and Buttercup's rage stricken face flashed in front of them. "You need to come inside NOW! Butch is a fucking perv and the blues won't stop reciting Shakespeare's fucking plays!"

The reds shared a look.

Butch appeared in the doorway behind Buttercup, a hand print on his cheek, but a dazed grin cemented on his face. "Totally worth it."

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