Hey everyone! So, I'm back in the Powerpuff fandom, and still working on my main story: As She Withers. But, as a Valentine's Day present I felt like a sequel to PMS would be fun. 3

A little warning that the girls are a bit out of character here. Okay, well a lot (like a lot). But chalk that up with Chemical-X powered hormones and some major PMS-ing. Fluff-fest ahead. I tried to keep this with some adult-ish jokes, so I'd just say this is a high T.

So, without further ado, the sequel chapter— Mood Swings.

Enjoy!

"Booms," groaned out Brick, grinding his teeth from the fucking pounding of his skull. He let about half a second pass before demanding, "Boomer get your ass in here."

Each Rowdyruff had retired to their bedroom in the renovated cabin of Fuzzy's, exhausted and close to a visit from Death himself. Mojo was an over talkative dick when the Powerpuff Girls won and HIM would just bitch in his mom voice so they kept a hangout-like house where the retired fuzzy bear-thing once lived.

The red ruff had thrown himself onto his bed, popped six zanies in his mouth and swallowed the pills with his own damn bloody saliva. Letting them work their magic, he had settled into bed, snuggled up with his red pillow and knocked out.

Now he woke up four hours later, feeling like that bitch had taken a sludge hammer to his skull. As a Rowdyruff, medication usually only worked for a few hours. Taking three times the required dosage hadn't done shit for him. "BOOMER," he roared out, then immediately regretted it because even hearing his own voice hurt. "Fuck." He groaned, waiting for his dumb ass of a brother to come in the room. "Dude, what is taking you so long you slow mother fu-" Brick was cut off as his brother hobbled in on crutches.

"You called?" The blond asked rather dryly, leaning rather awkwardly on his crutches in his brother's painted red doorway. Well, what could he say? Being counterparts with her attracted him to the color red, similar to her fanatic obsession with pink.

If only his entire body wasn't throbbing and pulsating in agony, if only he didn't feel like he got ran over by a fucking 3K pound solid weight then the redhead would do something about his little brother's attitude. Like, smack him or something. As the leader and eldest of the Rowdyruff Boys he deserved more respect than such sarcasm. And besides, that was kind of his thing.

"Yeah, I called asswipe. Drag Butch in here too. I think that the only way I'm going to feel better if it's plotting smashing that bitch's face in." And well, Brick was rather blunt too. But shit, get absolutely thrashed by a Powerpuff with raging hormones and see if you feel like walking on sunshine. Ha, ha, no.

Although the red ruff never actually rolled over, because ugh that required work and complete misery, he did hear the clicking of Boomer's crutches as he hobbled out of the room.

"Where could they be?" Giggled Bubbles, still holding a pint of vanilla ice cream dosed in chocolate syrup under one arm as the three girls searched Townsville up and down. She hoped Boomer wasn't too hurt, even though his terror had been rather adorable as he ran away from her. Weeeeeell, she hoped the cutie wouldn't run away again at least.

Buttercup groaned as she floated down to a nearby alleyway and kicked over a trash can. "Damn! Just when we want to see those losers they finally disappear." Her mind popped up images of a sweaty Butch Jojo, his delicious eight-pack because damn, did that boy work out.

"Uh, we did kind of totally kick their butts," Blossom grinned with a sheepish smile, a part of in her crazed, hormone-filled brain wondered why she would even do that to Brick considering she kind of had a secret thing for bad boys. Of course, Blossom Utonium leader of the Powerpuff Girls didn't exactly—no! Villains were absolutely vile, and repulsive, and ohhhh my God his voice had been so sexy. She mentally smacked herself. 'But yet I am still looking for his yummy ass.'

Tapping her fingers against the trash can lid, the green puff tried to remember what that hot idiot had told her a few weeks ago about where he lived. 'Now Cup, if you ever want to come over you are always welcome.' Butch purred seductively before she had kneed him in his , that had been epic! But, where did he say it was… something about a cabin? "Yo, Leader Girl. Butch told me they lived in some cabin?"

Blossom's face screwed up in thought as she recalled all the cabins in Townsville. "That doesn't really help, there are too many—"

"Oooh! I know. Remember when we were five and I pretended to be Boomer for a day?" Bubbles recalled with glee.

With a snort, Buttercup answered, "How could we forget, you ate a freakin' cockroach."

"But it tasted like chicken," the blond protested, floating over towards the green puff.

The ravenette shook her head vigorously, "Dude, you're a vegan. Wouldn't it suck if it tastes like chicken?"

"Girls," interrupted the annoyed redhead, flying between the two. "Big picture here!" 'And by big picture of course that means three super powered teenagers stalking some common villains, eh Blossy?' She thought sarcastically.

"Right! Well anyways, the cabin was at Fuzzys' old place," summarized the blue puff, pointing a finger towards Townsville Woods.

Three teenage villains sat groaning in pain in their leader's bedroom. Butch clung to the railing of Brick's bed, much to his annoyance, as he moaned something about dying and virgins.

"Did you just say you don't want to die a virgin," Boomer cackled despite his aching ribs; he took one of his crutches and pounded it against the floor in hysterics.

Immediately, the green ruff jumped towards him, still gripping one hand onto the bed because standing completely sucked right now. "What? No! I said I don't want to die before banging a virgin you loser." He took his other hand off the railing to emphasis his words, which was a rather stupid idea because the teen fell to the floor from his wobbly legs and slammed his face against wood.

Brick muttered from his pillow, hardly making an effort to lift his head up, "You're such a fucking pervert man."

Leaning against the doorway, Boomer whistled lowly. "Now that makes more sense with your hormonal ass." He moved his foot slightly so his sneakers wouldn't be ruined by any of his brother's gross blood.

Instead of being offended Butch just giggled like mad from his sprawled out position on the floor. "He, he, yeah…" With his Chemical-X laced immune system behind from being thrashed by a Powerpuff, the ruff took a nasty fall. In a tiny pool of mouth-blood swam a few of his teeth by the teen's chin.

"Back to my plan for revenge before Butch started bitching about dying a virgin," the red ruff announced, wincing as he sat up from the bed. He ignored the outraged cry that followed. "I think we should wait until this week is over…"

"Gee bro, what was your first clue?" Boomer asked with heavy sarcasm, a thing that Brick realized that fucker was doing too often. Did no one respect his authority anymore? Ugh, it was like training doped up circus monkeys how to do Calculus.

"I don't know, you want the second freakin' clue," the redhead hissed, shaking his fist in a manner that wasn't threatening considering he couldn't get out of bed.

The blond actually laughed. "Nah, I'm worried any 'clue' will be too much work for you, Rapunzel."

Okay, that comment was screwed up and his hair wasn't even that long. But they all had their asses handed to them and Brick actually kind of felt proud of his little bro. "Fine! I'm sorry for making a lazy fucker like you get Butch," he apologized, rolling his eyes.

"Why thank you," cheered Boomer, "And you know, I heard Blossom has a thing for long-haired dudes."

Before Brick could violently explain to the blue ruff how he didn't give two shits they heard a sudden girlish squeal from the living room and, "Did you hear that? Brick likes me!"

"What the hell is that," shrieked Butch from the floor, eyes wide in fear.

Blossom Utonium giggled and pranced around like the time she had a crush on the boy band 3D in the Jojo brothers' living room.

"I… think she has finally lost it," stated Buttercup bluntly, not bothering to whisper because obviously the redhead couldn't hear anything but her own incessant squealing.

Bubbles gave a sympathetic glance towards her eldest sister, still clutching her pint of ice cream which was admittedly a little warm by now. "All that time in those creepy libraries, locked away in her room with textbooks and never once even dating could do that to a girl."

"Yeah, normally I'd care a bit more but I totally just want to lick whipped cream off Butch's abs so," she sucked in air, "not my problem."

The jaw-dropped blond had been about to respond when a flash of dark green nearly knocked her over. "Dude, dude, where the hell is the whipped cream?" They heard cabinets bang open and drawers rattle frantically.

Hobbling out of a hallway were the two remaining Rowdyruff Boys. "Wasn't he just moaning on the floor with his teeth knocked out?" Questioned Brick dryly, eyeing a skipping Blossom from the corner of his eye.

"Never underestimate the power of true love," snickered Boomer; he limped forward on his crutches and approached the blue powerpuff. "So cutie, are you still in hot-crazy-psycho chick mode?"

Blinking her eyes because wow, was this like a dream or something? Did Buttercup seriously say that she was going to— "Uh yeah, I mean no! No. I'm not going to like uh, try to kill you again. But you look really cute on crutches Boomer! I uh, wow that sounded stupid Bubbles, okay so what I'm trying to say is… wait, did you say hot-crazy-psycho chick because I really am sorry and—" The blue ruff cut her off with a sudden, abrupt brush of their lips together. It was short and sweet; her heart did an inner-fan girl squeal with her because oh, Boomer was kissing her and she freakin' loved hormones otherwise her sisters would never let her do this. Ice cream be damned, she hurled the pint to the floor and the elated girl threw her arms around him.

"That wasn't unexpected at all," chuckled the amused redhead. He looked over at the pink puff that kept fucking skipped around his living room and thought that it was disturbingly adorable. But still, slightly disturbing. "Hey Barbie. What's up with your sister?" And of course being Brick, the teen grunted before staggering over and literally pulling apart the blond couple's faces.

His brother gave him a 'really?' look but he pointedly ignored that. Giggling, Bubbles face flushed pink, "Oh… that. Well the story is kind of embarrassing for a lot of reasons but I guess I should tell you guys because Blossom looks like she is suffering major brain damage."

Both ruffs and then Butch with a can of whipped cream who walked up just fine for all his complaining, nodded their heads. Buttercup smirked deviously at the dessert from her place on an overstuffed couch.

"This is also kind of the reason we totally whooped your guys' butts," explained the blond rather innocently.

"They don't call us the Whoopass Girls for nothing," chirped in her sister, punching a pillow to soften it.

All three brothers exchanged an apprehensive look. "Aren't you the Powerpuff Girls," asked Boomer; he seriously wanted to smack his redhead brother with a crutch for stopping his near make out session.

"Buttercup just likes to say that I think," Bubbles waved his question off. "So we're all powered with Chemical-X see? Anyways, the Professor had this theory with our X chromosomes as teenagers…"

"Blah, blah, blah Blondie I don't understand nerd talk," insulted Butch.

She huffed indignantly, and then knew how to immediately get the teen boys' attention. "Being on our period makes us horny," she finished deadpan.

A moment of silence followed, and then another…

"I think you broke them Bubbles."

"Would it help if I also said it makes us really violent?"

Butch fainted.

"Kinky bastard," Buttercup muttered, before rising from the couch and dragging the teen by his feet. "I uh, I'll see you guys later. Where is Butch's room?"

Wordlessly Boomer pointed towards a painted dark green door.

The remaining teens all kind of just looked at each other awkwardly, well except Blossom who made kissy faces at Brick.

"Errr… so it does stuff with your hormones," the red ruff cleared his throat; despite the casanova he pretended to be his growing blush showed otherwise.

"Pretty much," answered Bubbles, playing with a lock of Boomer's hair, the teen having a starry eyed look on his face.

Reaching out one hand, Brick waved towards the seemingly ditzy redhead. "That's. Um. That's nice."

They heard a door slam and suddenly Buttercup entered the room. "I'm going to need this," she announced to everyone, grabbed the whipped cream from the living room floor and promptly left.

One leg swung out as Blossom stared at the floor from her counterpart's bed, blushing profusely. 'Oh God, I acted like such an utter idiot!' She didn't mean to go well, crazy, but something about the fact that Brick liked her felt like swallowing gallons of helium. It was actually kind of horrible, because it reminded her that, this isn't just hormones I think I actually like that neanderthal.

"Are you okay now babe?" The red ruff felt shitty, and he couldn't believe that he was comforting the girl who went psycho on him when he had been plotting her revenge half an hour ago.

With a wide smile, the self-conscious teen felt her eyelashes flutter. Is this what it feels like to be with Brick, when I'm not punching his face in? She let her flowing orange locks cascade over her eyes because her confidence had dropped to a total zero in that moment. Ugh, she actually had started thinking like a teenager—not the Leader of the Powerpuff Girls or future first female president or…

"Uh, this is weird because normally I'm like slamming into you—I mean my fist! My fist is like slamming you to the ground or whatever," the teen sputtered out, because shit what the hell is happening to me? "When we fight and stuff," he clarified, apparently reduced to nouns reserved for kindergarteners.

"I um, get what you are saying," croaked Blossom, her body temperature raging. Slamming into, oh my he, that is completely inappropriate! No, it was an accident. But that talk, it's really… wrong. It's bad and wrong. Ugh, even her thoughts were all jumbled! Don't you like bad?

A furious blush rose to the girl's cheeks and Brick felt a little more like his old arrogant asshole self. Thank God. "You get what I'm saying?" He raised an eyebrow. "Did you get what Bubbles was saying when your sister told us, your enemy, that you puffs get all hot on your period?"

Well when you word it like that. A high pitched noise escaped from Blossom. What if… what if she was just honest? With her enemy, as he so kindly put it, that was plainly stupid but she'd already done a lot of stupid things today. Her declining vocabulary had to be pretty high up on that list. "I like you Brick." And her statement was laced with that of love, along with a bit of innocence considering the teen had never even dated before.

"I like you too babe, so you want to solve that raging hormone issue now?" He grinned perversely. This, this I can deal with.

"No! I mean, not that I don't want to do uh, those kinds of things with you—whatever they are exactly but I mean I really like you Brick Jojo," Blossom spoke with passion; she leaned over on the bed and gave the villain a kiss on his cheek.

Wryly, the red ruff thought about how he sure was exploding in an entire different way right now from when he was five. 'Screw pain,' Brick moaned in his head as he hobbled over and cupped her chin, sitting next to the puff on his bed.

As he tilted her head towards him, she looked up with wide, devoted eyes and whispered, "Do you really like me Brick?"

He answered by pressing his lips against hers endlessly.

"You know Bubbles, using the word horny like that was kind of uh, wrong," mumbled Boomer, tugging on his shirt because the look that girl was giving him had to be anything but innocent.

Blond waves hung in his face and an ample amount of cleavage. "Why does everyone assume that," the blue puff pouted.

"A-aa-assu-mm-e wha-at," He stuttered, stormy blue eyes unwavering from the sight before him; Bubbles pushed against him on the living room couch.

"Because I'm so 'sweet' and 'cute' and 'bubbly' everyone always thinks that I'm the innocent one!" She ranted. "I mean, sure I get awkward and start talking for a really long time, and just rambling the first thing that comes out of my mouth but I've dated the freakin' quarterback of Townsville High! I'm not some geek. I can be sexy okay?" The frenzied girl screeched.

Boomer just stared.

"Okay!" Bubbles roared, gripping either side of the concerned blonde's arms and effectively pinning him.

"I don't know why people have told you that, because Bubbles you are the sexiest woman alive," the nervous teen told in a rough murmur, feeling rather sure of himself despite having a stiletto so close to somewhere that would really, really, really hurt. And Boomer meant it; she was gorgeous with a curvaceous figure and the freakin' cutest personality ever.

"Oh you really think so Boomer," The adorable teen squealed, latching her hands around the ruff's neck and squeezing him tight. Windpipe crushed, he choked slightly."I've always wanted to be more than 'cute, little Bubbles!'"

But she is so cute! "Everything about you is—"

Blue eyes consumed his own. "Everything about me is what," Bubbles asked in a soft whisper.

"So fucking sexy," he finished, before pulling her close and having their lips embrace.

While waiting for Butch to wake up the scheming girl busied herself with decorating his chest. Green muscle shirt carelessly thrown aside, Buttercup shook the can again as she admired her work of art. It wasn't anything close to her sister's paintings, but she liked the random whip cream doodles for a completely different reason. Fixed on her features was a dreamy smile.

"Ugh, dudes I don't know why but I had the weirdest dream. It wasn't as hot as the ones with Buttercup normally are, but she wanted to put whip cream on me and—" Butch looked the puff up and down with a dopey grin. "It was real?"

"You dream about me," the giddy teen asked, feeling obnoxiously girly but not really giving a shit.

"Hell yeah I dream about you Powerpuff," the villain smirked; he took a moment to see that they were in his room, lying on the floor. His eyes shot up as he felt… something. "My chest feels different."

"You must have never had whipped cream all over you then then dork," giggled Buttercup, reaching out a finger and scooping up some of the dessert.

"Do you like… do this often or something," laughed Butch; he tried not to wince because for some reason the idea that she had done this before just bothered him.

Bringing her finger to his cheek she smeared whipped cream all over his face, "Nah, it's just like I've always wanted to do this and you have the perfect chest."

"So there's no deeper, sentimental value. It's all your hormones?" He teased, an underlying honesty behind his question because if she said yes that would really fucking suck.

"What do you expect? I'm Buttercup," she explained in disbelief, whip cream can rolling to the floorboards after she dropped it in shock.

Rejection bitch slapped him hard. "Buttercups can't want to do more than lick whip cream off ridiculously hot guys abs that have modeled for Hollister?" He asked seductively.

"You've modeled for Hollister?" Who knew the guy actually had a sense of humor, and didn't constantly think with his dick?

"In my spare time, darling."

"You are such a freakin' dork," she chuckled, leaning over to feel his hot breath in her face.

Butch inched forward towards the puff and suddenly snatched the girl. "But can I be your dork?"

She closed the distance between them; whipped cream smashed together as their lips touched.

Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you guys enjoyed the sequel.

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