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Fall For Me

Prompt: Would've, Could've, Should've (day 5)

Pairing: Reds/Blossick (PPG)

Note: so slowly we are going to complete my prompt list lol. I wanted to give a little banter to the reds, they deserve it. I hope you all enjoy! prompt list here! I had a lot of fun with Blossom's dialogue lol. Hopefully you like!!!

Rating: M (suggestive dialogue)

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Brick Jojo was born to rule over them all. A natural obscurity in a world of natural goodness.

He was good at taking things. It became almost natural to pickpocket anyone and anything. He could break into a bank with his eyes closed if he wanted to.

His knack for being a petty criminal was almost a little too good. Maybe it came naturally because he was born for that. His hands were stained red the minute he was created. His purpose was for darkness and he never longed to see the light.

There was nothing that could convince him to change his course because he secretly enjoyed not having any rules to hold him back. He enjoyed the underground fights and how people would come together to create robots for him to smash. Everyone on the black market knew him. He was the best of the best and it helped a little that a mad scientist and a literal demon were his parents.

His crown weighed heavy on his head but he never felt the weight of it. He knew he was above everyone. He had the power to back up his claims and there was fear around his name like a halo. He thrived on it. Darkness. It corrupted him like a blanket in the cold. It was his to use as he pleased. Nothing could take that away.

Nothing.

Zip.

Zero.

Not even pretty pink eyes and a big ass bow.

Not even long ginger hair that always was neatly in place. Not even the smell of strawberries and vanilla that filled his nose whenever they fought.

Not even her laugh from far away could derail him from his goals.

He wished it would though.

Would've, Could've, Should've.

The darkest secret that would not be allowed to be utter into the mortal realm was that he was in love with Blossom Utonium. The second his presence was known in the world, she corrupted his senses like the darkness.

A blinding golden light was always following her and she had no clue what she did to him. Every ounce of goodness she processed rivaled the dark blood he had. She was too pure, too good, too everything nice and what have you.

He didn't think it was anything but a messily crush at a young age. But when he was a teen, he thought about kissing her. A simple kiss, a peck and next thing he knew, he threw up all the contents of his stomach. He wanted to say that he threw up from the disgusting thought of kissing the pink brat but in all honestly, his mind couldn't handle the truth.

Every so-called lover he took was the exact opposite of her for the very reason. Luckily for him, no one else on this earth had pink eyes. If there was on jewel he could steal for himself, it would be those dazzling pink diamonds she called eyes.

No one would ever know that he would force his brothers to rob certain parts of town just for the hope that she would be there.

If he could have her, he would.

He could have thrown this shady life to the side if it meant that she looked at him without the hatred. How he longed for those eyes to gaze upon him without the undertones of anger.

He loved to toy with her because that meant she was forced to notice him. Dare he say when she kissed his cheek as a kid that literally killed him, it was the closest thing he might know to heaven.

A king could only occupy one throne and he knew better than to try to have a seat at her golden court. How he would do anything to be on his knees at her throne though. Her hand running through his hair as he brought her pleasure like no one. He wanted her bad.

So he did his best to corrupt the little angel.

They were older and needs are demanding to get met.

So when they fought, he did his best to get her far away from the others, hoping to get into her head and see exactly how far she could fall from grace.

It only worked so often.

In this case, his brothers were occupied with their distinct hatred of their counterpart. Sometimes he was jealous. Jealous that they looked at the other pair of matching eyes and felt nothing but detestation.

Jealous how his mind drew him to think impure thoughts of the other person instead of the loathing he was suppose to have. It would have been easier. To hate her. He did, in a way.

Hated how she could easily detour his emotions whenever they fought. Her wit matches his and so did her brain. She was smarter than him, he knew that. He would tell her that if he got the chance.

He would much prefer his dreams to be of them fighting and blood drenching the floor. Instead, his dreams were her on her back in his bed or her onto of him. Anyway he could have her. Her voice calling out his name as if it was a gospel. The feeling of her hands twisting in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth latched onto her-

"Brick!"

...

His eyes focused. He looked around at his surroundings. His brothers were floating and glaring at him.

"What?" He must of fallen into a day dream. He was hoping his face wasn't bright red.

"We asked what you wanted us to do?" Boomer grumbled as he tugged on his hoodies strings.

"Yeah you set the alarm off, you idiot." Butch spat at him with venom in his eyes.

Brick assessed what was happening. Butch holding a sack full of cash and Boomers hands deep in his pockets and disinterested.

He huffed. No doubt that the girls would be on their way.

"Boomer, shut off the alarm and you two just go home, I'll deal with Blossom."

"What makes you think they aren't gonna send all of them?" Boomer questioned.

"They won't." He knew that. It was dark outside and typically for something like a small bank robbery, they didn't waste all the girls powers. "Just do as I say."

Butch cursed under his breath. "You know for us being 21 you really have us doing lame shit lately, a bank? Really dude? Can't we like break into a military base or something cool?"

Brick rolled his eyes. "Go home Butch. If you don't manage to loose any of the cash then we can talk about that."

"Hey, you're the one to trip the alarm. Its like you want to get caught you fucking psycho. Come on Boom, lets leave the this to our darling big bro."

"Piss off." Brick spat and soon the alarm was dead and he was floating in the night by himself.

Then he saw it. It made him stir. A bright pink light in the sky. For most people, it was a symbol of peace. It meant that their lives were saved and everything was okay. For him, it meant everything.

Her streak died in front of him. She hovered enough to keep their eyes leveled. There was no quick action or going to see if anyone was hurt, she knew they were alone.

Her hair was flowing around her and the signature bow was no where to be found. It look as if she quickly rushed out of bed and threw on the nearest sweatshirt and sweats. He was guessing that the black bottoms and dark blue top belonged to her sisters.

Blossom furrowed her brows and glanced to the broken window. "You couldn't have spared the glass?"

He smirked. "I didn't see a reason to."

"Of course not. I don't see any cash so I assume your brothers took it. Should I send my sisters or are you going to be good and return it?" She questioned.

His eyes trailed over her as he ignored the question. She was beyond perfection. Truly only an act of divine creation could have made her. He wanted to personally thank that vial of chemical x.

"We both know the answer to that babe."

"Fine. What do you want?" Her hand hung on her hip. Her voice dripped with annoyance.

What he wanted he couldn't say. "Just bored." He shrugged.

She hummed. "Okay then. Let's make this quick."

"Oh a quickie? You flatter me. No dinner first?" He smirked.

She dove towards him with a fist. Naturally he blocked it and soon they were in a spare. Fists and feet were flying in a natural rhythm. It was their own tango. They knew each other so well that their next move was predictable. Their punches didn't hold as much bit as when they were younger, it felt more for show. They were only using a fraction of their true power but it was enough to keep them engaged.

"I know theres darkness in you." He whispered in her ear. "I wonder just how bad you could be. You're powerful and could take down anything. Why not test those limits?"

Blossom rolled her eyes. "The moment I'm evil is the second you'll be good. We both know that it won't happen." She said with elbow knocking into his stomach.

She then turned and he threw a punch towards her face. She caught it before it made purchase.

He smirked. His fist behind held back by her hand. He only threw the punch so that she would touch him. Her skin burned against his and it felt weak willed against her. He would never admit it though.

He shook his head. "You're not fooling me. But if you ever asked, I would be good for you." He winked and he saw those magenta eyes widen in a way that made his body heat up with desire.

Her blush covered her freckled cheeks and he could have sworn that she deserved to have her portrait in the damn Louvre.

Brick watched as she swallowed hard. Her grip loosening and if he wanted to, he should've blasted her into the building. He should've done a lot of things, but messing was her was all he wanted right now.

"I-I would appreciate it if you did behave for once so that my sleep wasn't interrupted." She spat.

His eyebrows raised. "Oh, did I wake you? I shouldn't have, how evil of me." He smirked.

She rolled her eyes once more. "Evil." She let out a laugh. "Sweetie you lost your edge years ago. I'm only entertaining this just to please the people."

His edge? His smirk fell. She was fucking with him...she had to be.

"What, you don't think I'm bad anymore?" He threatened.

Now it was her smirk. "I think you've gotten soft. Bank robberies? Please, thats child play. I was hoping you'd grow up to excite me with something more than petty crime. What a disappointment."

Something inside of him began to waver. She wasn't intimidated by him. Not like he was scared of her either. As they got older the whole good vs evil thing did tended to get watered down.

"You don't think I've done anything worth wild?" He breathed.

"Nothing thats impressed me. And we both know how much you crave my attention." She whispered.

Her hand let go of his fist and moved to his wrist. She floated a little higher so that he looked up at her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and fluttered her lashes.

"Crave you? Please, ego much?" His voice wavered. His resolve was slipping. When did he get so damn soft? What would his mama say?

The moonlight was capturing her beautifully and he hated it. He hated how her mere presence was enough to turn his world upside down. His ears perked at the mention of her name. He hated how his creation was for her. Intended to be her destruction and yet, she became his lifeline.

She hummed and brought him closer to her. "I don''t know Brick, if I asked you to kiss me, would you? Would you fall from you morals of darkness just to please me?"

He would.

Would've, Could've Should've.

His lips parted with a slight gasp. "You wouldn't dare." He whispered.

Her scent of cherry and vanilla filled his space as she pulled herself closer and closer to him. Soon her eyes were so close that he could see the mixture of pinks dancing within them. Her skin was soft against his and cupped his chin.

"Do you think that you're the only one with the challenge? Knowing that my blood is suppose to hate you and yet, you make me question it all. Thats very bad for my reputation, Brick. I'm the towns sweetheart. The princess that protects and here you are making me wonder if it's worth it all."

He swallowed hard. It felt like a trick, this random confession. He was sure his face was bright red. He dreamed of something like this. His brain was short-circuiting.

There was a part of him that wouldn't recover if she was messing with him. He felt his resolve slipping and he wouldn't be able to save himself if he fell and she didn't jump after him.

"The way I see you look at me? It's truly an honor. Everyone looks at me like I'm a goddess. But tell me Brick, would you worship me?" She brushed her nose against his.

He nodded slowly. He would do more than that.

"Do you know that you leave me wondering what could be? What would happen if I threw caution to the wind and took what I wanted? You're very good at taking, Brick. I'm a little displeased that its taken you this long, I'm sure you'll make it up to me."

He wanted her. Wanted her in ways that went past physical connection. He wanted those pink eyes on him and no one else. He knew damn well that his haven't left hers since they first met.

"So, I'll ask you again." She titled her head. "Would you kiss me?"

He nearly forgot how to speak. "Y-yes." He exhaled.

"Good." She smiled before placing her lips against his.

He took it back. The kiss on the cheek from when he was younger, it didn't compare. This. This was heaven. Her soft lips caressing his. The way her thumb lightly stroked his cheek. It was too soft. Too kind. Too perfect. His bad boy rep was certainly down the drain if it wasn't there to begin with.

She took the fist she was holding and placed it to her hip. Instantly, he pulled her closer. Something in him snapped as he realized just what was happening.

He took charge and broke the kiss. Both of their chests rose with the loss of breath. Her eyes were wide but bliss was clear on her face. She wanted this. Wanted him. He might be good for her, but she was being bad for him. It fueled him with a new desire.

It made him feel less alone. Do her thoughts consist of him? Does she dream of what could be? Would she hesitate to save if he asked her? He wasn't sure about the last one. He might be bad, but he didn't believe in killing.

"You taste just as sweet as you look." Brick whispered against her lips.

"So do you." She purred. "Kiss me again."

His lips crashed to her. Both of her hands cupped his face while his own found her hair. It was messy and aggressive as if they were proving a point to each other. Trying to show the other just how much they wanted this.

Maybe it was his hormones melting his brain or the way her moan slipped from her lips, but in the moment that they were tangled against each other, he decided his new fate.

Brick Jojo was born to do a lot of things. Destruction. Evil. Become a menace to society. What he wasn't meant to do was being in love with the thing he was destined to destroy.

Too bad.

If their lips met years prior, he would have turned into a model citizen, but its never too late to start fresh.

"So good for me." She muttered against his lips. "So perfect."

Her words did something to him that he could barely comprehend. He felt like he was melting. She was a drug and he would never become sober because why would he want to be?

She broke the kiss much sooner than he wanted even though he was out of breath. Her hands hung around his shoulders and she studied him.

"I take it back." She hummed.

He raised a brow. "Take what back?"

She giggled. "That you don't impress me. I'm starting to rethink it now."

"Oh really?" He smirked. "Anything I can do to make sure you stay impressed?"

Blossom smiled sweetly and caressed his cheek with her finger. She then took his chin in her hand and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"That bag of money better be on my doorstep by tomorrow and if it is, I'll let you show me how impressed I could be." Her hand dragged down his chest.

She pushed back so there was some spaced between them. Without hesitation, she traced her eyes all the way down his body then back up to meet his ruby ones.

He felt his face heat up more than before. There was a hint of darkness in her eyes. The idea of her wanting him...it haunted him in a beautiful way.

"And, I think I'll be very pleased." She winked and before he could respond, the pink streak danced in the sky.

He stayed put until the light vanished. His fingers grazed over his lips where hers had been just moments ago. He was a man who always had something to say and suddenly, he was speechless.

Maybe, just for once, he wasn't made for destruction.

The sun was much brighter than before. The sky more clear. His brothers...were much more angry than before. But Brick did not care. He walked up to Butch and snatched the cash right out of his palm.

"Hey, what gives?" Butch yelled but Brick was already out the door with the burlap sack in his hands.

They could bitch at him later. They could fight him. None of it would compare to what he had been wanting forever.

So that night, after he rang the doorbell to a penthouse apartment, he was met with pink eyes and red wine.

The burlap sack was dropped on her kitchen counter.

Then his hat.

Then his shirt.

Then his pants.

And he would do it again if she ever asked.

Would've, Could've, Should've.

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Thanks for reading!!

Xoxo Star

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