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Jesus, it's been awhile.
I looked back at my fic writing history and the last fic I "officially" published on this lj was over a year ago. Huzzah for productivity!
Here is a thing. There is another thing coming.
Title: Primadonna Girl
Pairing: Princess/Bubbles
Rating: K/G
Disclaimer: Never mine. Not that that's a bad thing.
Summary: All she ever wanted was the world. Princess. First person POV.
Notes: An exchange with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quillbender based on this writing exercise and borne of this thread. I apologize for its flaws! This has basically become my Bubbles OTP. (Yes, over Brick/Bubbles. BUSTERELLA I HOPE YOU ARE PROUD OF YOURSELF.) Un-beta'd.
Primadonna Girl
-sbj
Just like everybody else.
I knew she wouldn't be any different. I knew, deep down.
Not that it wasn't fun to pretend for awhile. Or... nice. To have someone around, to have someone act like what I was saying or doing or feeling really meant something instead of just brushing me off or saying “Princess, you can't,” “Princess, you shouldn't,” “Princess, you're wrong.” Et cetera, et cetera.
I guess I should've expected it, though. The problem with Bubbles was that she could find good in everybody. Even in villains. Even in me.
Though... it's hard to think of that as an issue when it leads to you being the happiest you've ever been in your entire stupid life.
No, that wasn't it. That wasn't what was wrong with us. The problem was she wanted to change me. The problem was she wanted to make me a better person when she didn't understand that this was me at my best, that falling in love with her was as good as it was going to get for me. I wanted a lot of things, but to be a good person? Never very high on my priority list. Not even remotely near it.
“Princess, you can't—”
“Princess, you shouldn't—”
“Princess, you're wrong—”
The problem with us wasn't that I wouldn't change. The problem with us was that Bubbles couldn't accept me for who I was. Who I am.
And the problem with me was... I thought she could handle that. But...
I thought she was different, but in the end, she left me alone, just like everybody else.
Nobody's ever let me have anything that really mattered to me. Why don't they get it? Why can't they understand why a girl who's never had anything meaningful in her life deserves the world? Why didn't she, of all people...
Fine. If they won't give it to me, then I'll take it for myself. I'll show them. I can do this by myself.
I don't need anybody. I don't need her.
-fin-
Here is a thing. There is another thing coming.
Title: Primadonna Girl
Pairing: Princess/Bubbles
Rating: K/G
Disclaimer: Never mine. Not that that's a bad thing.
Summary: All she ever wanted was the world. Princess. First person POV.
Notes: An exchange with
quillbender based on this writing exercise and borne of this thread. I apologize for its flaws! This has basically become my Bubbles OTP. (Yes, over Brick/Bubbles. BUSTERELLA I HOPE YOU ARE PROUD OF YOURSELF.) Un-beta'd.Primadonna Girl
-sbj
Just like everybody else.
I knew she wouldn't be any different. I knew, deep down.
Not that it wasn't fun to pretend for awhile. Or... nice. To have someone around, to have someone act like what I was saying or doing or feeling really meant something instead of just brushing me off or saying “Princess, you can't,” “Princess, you shouldn't,” “Princess, you're wrong.” Et cetera, et cetera.
I guess I should've expected it, though. The problem with Bubbles was that she could find good in everybody. Even in villains. Even in me.
Though... it's hard to think of that as an issue when it leads to you being the happiest you've ever been in your entire stupid life.
No, that wasn't it. That wasn't what was wrong with us. The problem was she wanted to change me. The problem was she wanted to make me a better person when she didn't understand that this was me at my best, that falling in love with her was as good as it was going to get for me. I wanted a lot of things, but to be a good person? Never very high on my priority list. Not even remotely near it.
“Princess, you can't—”
“Princess, you shouldn't—”
“Princess, you're wrong—”
The problem with us wasn't that I wouldn't change. The problem with us was that Bubbles couldn't accept me for who I was. Who I am.
And the problem with me was... I thought she could handle that. But...
I thought she was different, but in the end, she left me alone, just like everybody else.
Nobody's ever let me have anything that really mattered to me. Why don't they get it? Why can't they understand why a girl who's never had anything meaningful in her life deserves the world? Why didn't she, of all people...
Fine. If they won't give it to me, then I'll take it for myself. I'll show them. I can do this by myself.
I don't need anybody. I don't need her.
-fin-