AN- So, I somehow stumbled upon a Brick/Blossom picture on deviantart and so set off my three newest pairing obsessions. This was meant to just get my feet wet in the PPG fic world. Hope you all enjoy!
Love, to Bubbles, is happy-ever-afters and dramatic romantic gestures. It's Richard Gere climbing the fire escape and John Cusack holding the boom box over his head. It's riding off into the sunset on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey and kissing Freddie Prince Jr. in the backyard.
It's something all consuming, wonderful and awe-worthy.
For Bubbles, love is Boomer.
Not the five year old Boomer that she fought tooth and nail with, that she kissed to destroy but the sixteen year old Boomer with the charming smile and deep blue eyes that makes her feel more than a little giddy whenever he looks at her.
It's the sixteen year old Boomer who doesn't throw stones at squirrels or birds and who doesn't laugh at her when she decides to try out for cheerleading.
It's the sixteen year old Boomer who reads poetry and writes her a song, who'll gladly climb the fire escapes and rent a lawn mower (as he promises so often)
It's the sixteen year old Boomer, who walks her home from school and kisses her goodbye, starting the chain reaction of the rest of their lives together.
To Bubbles, love is Blue.
Love, to Buttercup, is stupid and pointless and annoying. It's shattered hearts when the guy you want flirts with someone else. It's lonely Friday nights when he's off with the girl he really does prefer. It's a betrayal of trust and a break-up that leaves a gaping hole in your heart.
It's something all consuming, horrible, and spew-worthy.
For Buttercup, love is Butch.
Not the five year old Butch that Buttercup could easily kick the ass of but the eighteen year old Butch with the filled out body and the don't-give-a-crap-grin that she more than understands because she's almost always wearing the same grin.
It's the eighteen year old Butch that sits next to her on the couch and plays video games until their hands hurt and watches TV until the Professor kicks him out.
It's the eighteen year old Butch who flirts with anything in a skirt and ignores the girl whose rolling her eyes and scoffing (but secretly wanting it to be her)
It's the eighteen year old Butch to finally kisses one night at a party, both drunk out of their minds, and kicking off the rocky relationship that's going to be around for as long as they are.
To Buttercup, love is Green.
Love, to Blossom, is just another chemical reaction inside the human body. It's hormones and the brain distorting feelings to make sense. It's blushing, caused merely by an over-active nervous system and the butterflies in your stomach don't really exist.
It's something scientifical, factual, and study-worthy.
For Blossom, love is Brick.
Not the five year old Brick that Blossom destroyed using the 'cootie method' but the twenty year old Brick, smart like her and loyal to his brothers to a tee, who thinks out each battle plan until it's absolutely perfect.
It's the twenty year old Brick who sits next to her in the college library and challenges her as they study together, bragging every time she gets an answer wrong and sulking every time she gets one right.
It's the twenty year old Brick who watches her from across the room and causes her nervous system to over-react and those non-existent butterflies to float around in her stomach (and maybe it's not all science).
It's the twenty year old Brick who asks her out one and who takes her to a fancy restaurant and acts like a complete gentleman until the end of the night when she's the one kissing him and kick-starting a life with more to it than science.
To Blossom, love is Red.
AN- Hope you enjoyed!