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requests, once again :) in the home stretch for these!
all for anonymous, who requested the following three pieces:
boomer/bubbles + a flowerpot + a hammer:
“Ready to open this now?” Bubbles laughed, poking at the last remaining box.
Boomer groaned and reluctantly dragged it over. “I guess we’ve put it off long enough. You know,” he commented idly as he undid the ribbon, “isn’t it kinda cheap, the four of them just giving us the one gift?”
“It’s kind of amazing, actually,” she pointed out. “They managed to work together on this one thing, at least—”
“No, amazing is them actually behaving themselves at the ceremony,” Boomer groused. “This? This is just cheap.”
He ripped the last of the paper off, and they both peered into the box.
After a protracted silence, Boomer lifted the object out and observed, “It’s a pot.” He furrowed his brow. “What’s all this writing on it—”
“It’s a note for us.” Bubbles leaned in and read, “‘To our newlywed brother and sister: a home to plant the seeds in. Take care of them, and may they grow as your love for each other does in the years to come.’” She clapped her hands and laughed, taking the flowerpot from Boomer. “How sweet!”
“How cheesy,” he remarked, digging back around in the box. “And still kinda cheap. And a lot abnormal. Here are the seeds, I guess we’ve got to get some dirt to… wait, there’s something else in here…”
He pulled out a hammer “Huh. ‘And this is for bashing your heads in when you come to your senses,’” he read off the handle. “Ok, that’s a little more normal.”
***
brick/blossom + a dog + a gun:
“He makes such an adorable puppy!” Bubbles squealed, hugging a newly canined Brick and asphyxiating him in the process. Brick yipped his outrage.
“I’m fairly sure this is the most useless invention of the Professor’s yet,” Buttercup observed flatly as she examined the Canine Transmogrifying Ray Gun™ in her hands.
“Um, you guys are going to change him back, right?” Boomer queried, mildly concerned.
Blossom reached for the gun and peered at it. “I don’t see a ‘reverse function’ here.”
“Puppy!” Bubbles rolled around on the grass, giggling as she smothered Brick. He frantically wriggled in her death grip and gave an indignant, muffled bark.
Butch crossed his arms. “Is this a timeout or something? Are we going to keep fighting or what?”
“Timeout,” Blossom and Buttercup said simultaneously, and Butch grumbled, floating in midair.
Bubbles suddenly sat up, a very rumpled looking Brick-puppy encased in her arms. “Hey! I wonder what Boomer and Butch would look like as pup—”
“No way,” Blossom, Butch, and Boomer automatically said.
Buttercup started to reach for the gun in Blossom’s hands. “You know—”
Blossom jerked it out of arm’s reach. “Don’t you—
“SNATCH!” Bubbles suddenly chirped, yanking the gun away from Blossom and practically flinging Brick at her. Blossom fumbled with the suddenly writhing mess of fur in her arms as Bubbles aimed the gun at the remaining two boys.
Without a split-second to spare for horrified looks, Boomer and Butch immediately took off, a trigger-happy Bubbles hot on their heels.
“Wait for me!” Buttercup shrieked, voice gleeful as she took flight after the three of them.
Blossom hung back and stared at the little creature in her arms, all coarse red fur and wet nose and claws that needed clipping. Wary red eyes stared at her pink ones, and he started to growl.
“Oh my God,” she said incredulously, unable to contain it. “Bubbles was right.” She bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to hug the precious little thing to death.
And failed.
“You’re so CUTE!” she yelped, crushing him to her chest and laughing.
Brick’s growl morphed into a full-fledged barking fit as he tried vainly to distract her from his wagging tail.
***
butch/buttercup + personal space:
“I am not comfortable right now.” Buttercup squirmed as best she could, considering current circumstances.
Butch thought for a moment, then said, “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve needed to piss for the past hour or so.”
“I’m pretty sure my life would’ve been better not having known that,” she instantly responded, and thumped her elbow uselessly against the Metal Box Specifically Designed for Encasing Superhuman Beings, just because. The Box had not been designed for more than one person, as she had been woefully aware of for the past two hours, what with Butch being all crushed up against her and breathing against her neck.
She made a face and sighed. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you’d just given up.”
“Given up? To you? When I was winning?”
“Oh, shut up, you were not winning—”
“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re the expert on ‘not winning,’ aren’t you?”
Buttercup made a move to kick him, but her foot didn’t have far to go, so she wound up jerking a shoulder at him in the hopes it would connect with his jaw and break a tooth. It tapped him lightly against his chin.
“Gee, ow,” he said disinterestedly. “You know, next time your dad wants to experiment with new battle equipment, you probably want to make sure you get out of the line of fire.”
There was a thump on the outside of the box, then Blossom’s voice echoed, “Buttercup! Are you guys still in there?”
“I think you’re better off asking whether they’ve killed each other yet,” Bubbles’ voice responded dimly.
“Shut up, Bubbles!” Buttercup snarled into Butch’s chest.
“It’s about fucking time!” Butch snapped into Buttercup’s hair.
“Huh. I guess not,” Bubbles marveled, into the open air.
“Watch the F-bombs!” Blossom reprimanded, thumping the box again as if that was sufficient punishment.
“Would you just get us out of here already?!” Buttercup shrieked, and Butch winced. “I’d like my personal space back, the sooner the better!”
“I kind of like her better in there,” Bubbles said conversationally.
“I like her better in here too,” Butch agreed.
Buttercup’s eyes went wide while Bubbles and Blossom went decisively silent.
“It’s the me being here with her that’s the problem,” he finished, and Buttercup growled and tapped his chin again while her sisters resumed blinking.
***
the whole trio of couples is represented today. huh. /nerd
do i tell you you guys rock often enough? because you do. just, you know, saying :D
all for anonymous, who requested the following three pieces:
boomer/bubbles + a flowerpot + a hammer:
“Ready to open this now?” Bubbles laughed, poking at the last remaining box.
Boomer groaned and reluctantly dragged it over. “I guess we’ve put it off long enough. You know,” he commented idly as he undid the ribbon, “isn’t it kinda cheap, the four of them just giving us the one gift?”
“It’s kind of amazing, actually,” she pointed out. “They managed to work together on this one thing, at least—”
“No, amazing is them actually behaving themselves at the ceremony,” Boomer groused. “This? This is just cheap.”
He ripped the last of the paper off, and they both peered into the box.
After a protracted silence, Boomer lifted the object out and observed, “It’s a pot.” He furrowed his brow. “What’s all this writing on it—”
“It’s a note for us.” Bubbles leaned in and read, “‘To our newlywed brother and sister: a home to plant the seeds in. Take care of them, and may they grow as your love for each other does in the years to come.’” She clapped her hands and laughed, taking the flowerpot from Boomer. “How sweet!”
“How cheesy,” he remarked, digging back around in the box. “And still kinda cheap. And a lot abnormal. Here are the seeds, I guess we’ve got to get some dirt to… wait, there’s something else in here…”
He pulled out a hammer “Huh. ‘And this is for bashing your heads in when you come to your senses,’” he read off the handle. “Ok, that’s a little more normal.”
***
brick/blossom + a dog + a gun:
“He makes such an adorable puppy!” Bubbles squealed, hugging a newly canined Brick and asphyxiating him in the process. Brick yipped his outrage.
“I’m fairly sure this is the most useless invention of the Professor’s yet,” Buttercup observed flatly as she examined the Canine Transmogrifying Ray Gun™ in her hands.
“Um, you guys are going to change him back, right?” Boomer queried, mildly concerned.
Blossom reached for the gun and peered at it. “I don’t see a ‘reverse function’ here.”
“Puppy!” Bubbles rolled around on the grass, giggling as she smothered Brick. He frantically wriggled in her death grip and gave an indignant, muffled bark.
Butch crossed his arms. “Is this a timeout or something? Are we going to keep fighting or what?”
“Timeout,” Blossom and Buttercup said simultaneously, and Butch grumbled, floating in midair.
Bubbles suddenly sat up, a very rumpled looking Brick-puppy encased in her arms. “Hey! I wonder what Boomer and Butch would look like as pup—”
“No way,” Blossom, Butch, and Boomer automatically said.
Buttercup started to reach for the gun in Blossom’s hands. “You know—”
Blossom jerked it out of arm’s reach. “Don’t you—
“SNATCH!” Bubbles suddenly chirped, yanking the gun away from Blossom and practically flinging Brick at her. Blossom fumbled with the suddenly writhing mess of fur in her arms as Bubbles aimed the gun at the remaining two boys.
Without a split-second to spare for horrified looks, Boomer and Butch immediately took off, a trigger-happy Bubbles hot on their heels.
“Wait for me!” Buttercup shrieked, voice gleeful as she took flight after the three of them.
Blossom hung back and stared at the little creature in her arms, all coarse red fur and wet nose and claws that needed clipping. Wary red eyes stared at her pink ones, and he started to growl.
“Oh my God,” she said incredulously, unable to contain it. “Bubbles was right.” She bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to hug the precious little thing to death.
And failed.
“You’re so CUTE!” she yelped, crushing him to her chest and laughing.
Brick’s growl morphed into a full-fledged barking fit as he tried vainly to distract her from his wagging tail.
***
butch/buttercup + personal space:
“I am not comfortable right now.” Buttercup squirmed as best she could, considering current circumstances.
Butch thought for a moment, then said, “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve needed to piss for the past hour or so.”
“I’m pretty sure my life would’ve been better not having known that,” she instantly responded, and thumped her elbow uselessly against the Metal Box Specifically Designed for Encasing Superhuman Beings, just because. The Box had not been designed for more than one person, as she had been woefully aware of for the past two hours, what with Butch being all crushed up against her and breathing against her neck.
She made a face and sighed. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you’d just given up.”
“Given up? To you? When I was winning?”
“Oh, shut up, you were not winning—”
“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re the expert on ‘not winning,’ aren’t you?”
Buttercup made a move to kick him, but her foot didn’t have far to go, so she wound up jerking a shoulder at him in the hopes it would connect with his jaw and break a tooth. It tapped him lightly against his chin.
“Gee, ow,” he said disinterestedly. “You know, next time your dad wants to experiment with new battle equipment, you probably want to make sure you get out of the line of fire.”
There was a thump on the outside of the box, then Blossom’s voice echoed, “Buttercup! Are you guys still in there?”
“I think you’re better off asking whether they’ve killed each other yet,” Bubbles’ voice responded dimly.
“Shut up, Bubbles!” Buttercup snarled into Butch’s chest.
“It’s about fucking time!” Butch snapped into Buttercup’s hair.
“Huh. I guess not,” Bubbles marveled, into the open air.
“Watch the F-bombs!” Blossom reprimanded, thumping the box again as if that was sufficient punishment.
“Would you just get us out of here already?!” Buttercup shrieked, and Butch winced. “I’d like my personal space back, the sooner the better!”
“I kind of like her better in there,” Bubbles said conversationally.
“I like her better in here too,” Butch agreed.
Buttercup’s eyes went wide while Bubbles and Blossom went decisively silent.
“It’s the me being here with her that’s the problem,” he finished, and Buttercup growled and tapped his chin again while her sisters resumed blinking.
***
the whole trio of couples is represented today. huh. /nerd
do i tell you you guys rock often enough? because you do. just, you know, saying :D
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oh and i loved the drabbles xD;
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(Anonymous) 2007-05-07 02:17 am (UTC)(link)Did you know you rock way more? Keep up the fantastic work!
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I wonder how Butch would look like puppyfied. xD
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You have, quite simply, outdone yourself.
XDDD
(Anonymous) 2007-07-07 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)Keep up the awesome work.
Uh... ano... Request?
Re: Uh... ano... Request?
thanks, btw, for all the kind comments :D
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(Anonymous) 2007-07-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Just want to say how big a fan I am of your writing; it's what turned me on to the PPG fandom at all, and what made me search desperately for other talented authors of PPG (including go_google_me, elleoquent, and peccavi, whose fictions I've also been pining away at).
Anyway, to summarize, I'm popping out of the shadows where I've been prowling to shamelessly stare with big eyes as I await signs of life (translation: writing) and drool as I read your drabbles and cookies and excerpts and everything for the tenth time... (today).
--Delia
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signs of life are on the way! it's just a matter of maneuvering them past the other life stuff and up here ;)
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Wow...that was a really out there tangent. And I totally never said that I adored this...my bad. I did. It was awesome. RIDICULOUSLY SO.