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GAH OMG THEY'RE LIEK DONE
REQUESTS! ARE FINISHED! they're only, like, half a year late! but they're done! whoo!
that being said, i think i'll try this again this upcoming Christmas. as much as a pain in the ass they are, they really force me to find time to write, and they're good writing exercises besides :) hopefully everyone enjoyed them!
after this i'll get to work on editing a couple of short fics i've had in the pipeline (and get back in touch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mathkid and cagalli_chan, who are betariffic and put up with a lot of my crap THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ♥♥♥), finish up bks (SERIOUSLY IT NEVER ENDS GUYS), and then get started on... well, another epic that's been brewing in my brain for awhile. i'm not promising something posted soon, Hell, i don't even know if i'll have a suitable 1st part that's post-ready this year, but it's in the works and was excited enough about it to say so :B after "skirt" i swore i'd never do another epic, and of course here comes another. dammit!
i'm hoping to try something a little different with this one though, and my main hope is to get it all written before my brain has a chance to move onto other things. in the meantime, in between my posting of bks and the first part of UPCOMING!epic, i'll be posting other fic, not to worries :) so yay!
btw, i trust we've all been good ppg fans and bought the dvds and watched them a bajillionty times over...? (the buttercup meat locker promo is AWESOME! why did they never air that one?!)
anyway! the real point of this post! which is: REQUESTS ARE DONE!!!
all for anonymous, who requested the following three pieces:
blossom/brick + instant messaging
*prettyinpink has entered*
prettyinpink: Hello? Anyone here?
prettyinpink: Guess not
*RedStarRising has entered*
RedStarRising: hey leadergirl
prettyinpink: Huh? Who is this?
RedStarRising: :*
prettyinpink: …
RedStarRising: >:9
prettyinpink: >:O
prettyinpink: Who is this?! Who the hell do you think you are?!
RedStarRising: <3
prettyinpink: … Buttercup? Are you screwing around or something?
RedStarRising: … wow. i didn’t realize you girls were into that incest stuff
prettyinpink: Wait a… Brick?
RedStarRising: um
RedStarRising has left
prettyinpink: What are you – hey!
RedStarRising is offline
prettyinpink: …
prettyinpink: < /3.
***
boomer/bubbles + the art of flirting
Bubbles can be faulted for many things—namely her common sense and wisdom—but in cases like these, she can do nothing but excel.
Boomer is an easy target. Shiny things intrigue him. So watching Bubbles just comes naturally.
It starts with a glance that lingers too long, long enough for him to catch her at it, and he blinks. He isn’t used to being watched back. She lets these instances—the ones where their eyes meet, hold, suddenly avert to properly accompany a blush—occur with increasing frequency. He gets curious.
What follows is body contact. A seemingly accidental brush of skin on skin; he passes back a paper and her hand grazes his, tingles. It happens again. And again. He starts thinking.
The next time their eyes meet or their hands touch, she throws in a nervous smile just for good measure. She even tucks her hair back, fidgets with her hands and laughs a little. The third time it happens he starts reacting in kind.
They haven’t even said a word to each other yet.
From here on out all Bubbles has to do is linger more on everything—the nervous smiles, the touches, the eye contact. He falls for it, hook, line, and sinker, says the first word, takes her out, kisses her on the first date like he’s been meaning to do it since he was born.
She smiles into it, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer as she flutters her eyelids, and his breath catches in his throat.
When it comes to flirting, Bubbles can do nothing but excel.
And Boomer is such an easy target.
***
blossom/brick + beating around the bush
“I just want us to be clear on this one thing,” Brick said, as a very rumpled looking Blossom straightened to meet his glare. “And that is that I despise you.” He cleared his throat. “By the way, have you seen my—”
“Here.” She fished out his boxers from the pile of clothing and handed them over.
“Alright, thank you,” he said automatically, and resumed dressing. Blossom rolled out of bed and followed suit.
“And I’d like to remind you,” he continued, “that you started this with all that Kiss of Death crap, and I’ve got absolutely no interest in you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Whatsoever.”
“Right.”
“In the least.”
“Understood.”
“This is like one of those teenage phase things.”
“We’re twenty.”
“Don’t interrupt.”
She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “My bad.”
“So we’re clear.”
“Crystal.”
A stretch of awkwardly familiar silence took its place between them, save for the sound of rustling fabric.
“You know,” she suddenly realized, “that’s exactly what you said the last time this happened.”
“Shut up,” he responded solemnly.
“Word for word.”
“You’re crazy,” he said immediately, shaking his head. “And besides, I was only repeating for clarification’s sake.”
“Oh. Beg pardon, then.”
“Pardoned.” He permitted her a brief glance, or at least what he’d intended to be a brief glance that turned into one of those lengthy couldn’t-take-his-eyes-off-her-if-he-tried glances. He coughed and said, “Stop that.”
She looked up from her button fastening. “Excuse me?”
“Stop… you know…” he waved his hands about and struggled for the right words. “You always pull your shirt on before your pants, and you button it up like that, and your legs are all bare and smooth and right there and sexy, and that’s no good.”
She gave herself the once over and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of disgusting.”
“Very,” he said with conviction as he tore his eyes away. “So… I’m going now.”
“Oh.” He twinged at the disappointment in her voice. “Well, I suppose it’s for the best, seeing as how you despise me and all.”
He felt the need to correct her. “No, no, that’s wrong. We despise each other.”
She crossed her arms. “I don’t—”
“La-la-la can’t hear you!” he announced loudly, and started for her window.
“Brick!”
“What?!” he squeaked in a very masculine tone as he whipped around to face her.
Blossom still hadn’t pulled on her stupid pants, God damn her, and he was so sickened he felt like throwing up with every single agonizing step she took as she sauntered toward him.
She reached out a hand for his hair, her shirt riding up and exposing a lot of bare, smooth, sexy, disgusting hip, and he instinctively grabbed her by the waist so he, er, wouldn’t have to stare at all that skin, or something.
“You forgot this,” she whispered, her voice a small echo against the hollow of his throat as she fitted his ubiquitous red cap on his head.
His hands brushed along those hips, and he cleared his throat and said, “Right.”
She was looking a little breathless and her hips were so damn smooth and this was all some terribly clever ploy to render him completely helpless and on his knees at her mercy.
He instantly regretted the mental images that followed. He was trying to leave, damn it.
“Bye then,” she said in a distinctly non-Goodbye voice, and God damn his creative, imaginative brain.
He peeled his hands away from her and started for the window once more.
“This won’t happen again,” he announced, opening the window.
She remained quiet and simply waited.
“Because we’re enemies,” he continued. “And I despise you besides. In fact,” he stated as he floated outside, “I’d probably despise you even if we weren’t enemies.” He turned to face her one last time, jaw set. “And one more thing.”
She leant against the windowsill, sunlight dusting her hair and nestling in the slope of her breasts—he could see it there, between the buttons of her shirt—and cocked her head to one side. “Mm-hmm?”
Augh, she had to go and tilt her head and look like a freaking million bucks and give him the perfect opportunity.
“I,” he started, then reached for her face and planted a firm kiss against her lips, which were instantly responsive and moving.
His hands twisted, tangled in that brilliant orange-red hair of hers as he kissed her and kissed her, and she reached for his collar and started to tug him back inside.
“Ok, no, enough of that,” he mumbled against her mouth, that incredible, mindmelting mouth of hers, and he braced a hand on either side of the window and through sheer force of will pulled himself away.
“Still despise you,” he declared in a passionate voice, avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it, and he took off. After all, there wasn’t much point in admitting things to her that he hadn’t gotten around to admitting to himself.
***
till next post! which hopefully won't take me two months *shifty eyes*
that being said, i think i'll try this again this upcoming Christmas. as much as a pain in the ass they are, they really force me to find time to write, and they're good writing exercises besides :) hopefully everyone enjoyed them!
after this i'll get to work on editing a couple of short fics i've had in the pipeline (and get back in touch with
mathkid and cagalli_chan, who are betariffic and put up with a lot of my crap THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ♥♥♥), finish up bks (SERIOUSLY IT NEVER ENDS GUYS), and then get started on... well, another epic that's been brewing in my brain for awhile. i'm not promising something posted soon, Hell, i don't even know if i'll have a suitable 1st part that's post-ready this year, but it's in the works and was excited enough about it to say so :B after "skirt" i swore i'd never do another epic, and of course here comes another. dammit!i'm hoping to try something a little different with this one though, and my main hope is to get it all written before my brain has a chance to move onto other things. in the meantime, in between my posting of bks and the first part of UPCOMING!epic, i'll be posting other fic, not to worries :) so yay!
btw, i trust we've all been good ppg fans and bought the dvds and watched them a bajillionty times over...? (the buttercup meat locker promo is AWESOME! why did they never air that one?!)
anyway! the real point of this post! which is: REQUESTS ARE DONE!!!
all for anonymous, who requested the following three pieces:
blossom/brick + instant messaging
*prettyinpink has entered*
prettyinpink: Hello? Anyone here?
prettyinpink: Guess not
*RedStarRising has entered*
RedStarRising: hey leadergirl
prettyinpink: Huh? Who is this?
RedStarRising: :*
prettyinpink: …
RedStarRising: >:9
prettyinpink: >:O
prettyinpink: Who is this?! Who the hell do you think you are?!
RedStarRising: <3
prettyinpink: … Buttercup? Are you screwing around or something?
RedStarRising: … wow. i didn’t realize you girls were into that incest stuff
prettyinpink: Wait a… Brick?
RedStarRising: um
RedStarRising has left
prettyinpink: What are you – hey!
RedStarRising is offline
prettyinpink: …
prettyinpink: < /3.
***
boomer/bubbles + the art of flirting
Bubbles can be faulted for many things—namely her common sense and wisdom—but in cases like these, she can do nothing but excel.
Boomer is an easy target. Shiny things intrigue him. So watching Bubbles just comes naturally.
It starts with a glance that lingers too long, long enough for him to catch her at it, and he blinks. He isn’t used to being watched back. She lets these instances—the ones where their eyes meet, hold, suddenly avert to properly accompany a blush—occur with increasing frequency. He gets curious.
What follows is body contact. A seemingly accidental brush of skin on skin; he passes back a paper and her hand grazes his, tingles. It happens again. And again. He starts thinking.
The next time their eyes meet or their hands touch, she throws in a nervous smile just for good measure. She even tucks her hair back, fidgets with her hands and laughs a little. The third time it happens he starts reacting in kind.
They haven’t even said a word to each other yet.
From here on out all Bubbles has to do is linger more on everything—the nervous smiles, the touches, the eye contact. He falls for it, hook, line, and sinker, says the first word, takes her out, kisses her on the first date like he’s been meaning to do it since he was born.
She smiles into it, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer as she flutters her eyelids, and his breath catches in his throat.
When it comes to flirting, Bubbles can do nothing but excel.
And Boomer is such an easy target.
***
blossom/brick + beating around the bush
“I just want us to be clear on this one thing,” Brick said, as a very rumpled looking Blossom straightened to meet his glare. “And that is that I despise you.” He cleared his throat. “By the way, have you seen my—”
“Here.” She fished out his boxers from the pile of clothing and handed them over.
“Alright, thank you,” he said automatically, and resumed dressing. Blossom rolled out of bed and followed suit.
“And I’d like to remind you,” he continued, “that you started this with all that Kiss of Death crap, and I’ve got absolutely no interest in you.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Whatsoever.”
“Right.”
“In the least.”
“Understood.”
“This is like one of those teenage phase things.”
“We’re twenty.”
“Don’t interrupt.”
She held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “My bad.”
“So we’re clear.”
“Crystal.”
A stretch of awkwardly familiar silence took its place between them, save for the sound of rustling fabric.
“You know,” she suddenly realized, “that’s exactly what you said the last time this happened.”
“Shut up,” he responded solemnly.
“Word for word.”
“You’re crazy,” he said immediately, shaking his head. “And besides, I was only repeating for clarification’s sake.”
“Oh. Beg pardon, then.”
“Pardoned.” He permitted her a brief glance, or at least what he’d intended to be a brief glance that turned into one of those lengthy couldn’t-take-his-eyes-off-her-if-he-tried glances. He coughed and said, “Stop that.”
She looked up from her button fastening. “Excuse me?”
“Stop… you know…” he waved his hands about and struggled for the right words. “You always pull your shirt on before your pants, and you button it up like that, and your legs are all bare and smooth and right there and sexy, and that’s no good.”
She gave herself the once over and shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it’s kind of disgusting.”
“Very,” he said with conviction as he tore his eyes away. “So… I’m going now.”
“Oh.” He twinged at the disappointment in her voice. “Well, I suppose it’s for the best, seeing as how you despise me and all.”
He felt the need to correct her. “No, no, that’s wrong. We despise each other.”
She crossed her arms. “I don’t—”
“La-la-la can’t hear you!” he announced loudly, and started for her window.
“Brick!”
“What?!” he squeaked in a very masculine tone as he whipped around to face her.
Blossom still hadn’t pulled on her stupid pants, God damn her, and he was so sickened he felt like throwing up with every single agonizing step she took as she sauntered toward him.
She reached out a hand for his hair, her shirt riding up and exposing a lot of bare, smooth, sexy, disgusting hip, and he instinctively grabbed her by the waist so he, er, wouldn’t have to stare at all that skin, or something.
“You forgot this,” she whispered, her voice a small echo against the hollow of his throat as she fitted his ubiquitous red cap on his head.
His hands brushed along those hips, and he cleared his throat and said, “Right.”
She was looking a little breathless and her hips were so damn smooth and this was all some terribly clever ploy to render him completely helpless and on his knees at her mercy.
He instantly regretted the mental images that followed. He was trying to leave, damn it.
“Bye then,” she said in a distinctly non-Goodbye voice, and God damn his creative, imaginative brain.
He peeled his hands away from her and started for the window once more.
“This won’t happen again,” he announced, opening the window.
She remained quiet and simply waited.
“Because we’re enemies,” he continued. “And I despise you besides. In fact,” he stated as he floated outside, “I’d probably despise you even if we weren’t enemies.” He turned to face her one last time, jaw set. “And one more thing.”
She leant against the windowsill, sunlight dusting her hair and nestling in the slope of her breasts—he could see it there, between the buttons of her shirt—and cocked her head to one side. “Mm-hmm?”
Augh, she had to go and tilt her head and look like a freaking million bucks and give him the perfect opportunity.
“I,” he started, then reached for her face and planted a firm kiss against her lips, which were instantly responsive and moving.
His hands twisted, tangled in that brilliant orange-red hair of hers as he kissed her and kissed her, and she reached for his collar and started to tug him back inside.
“Ok, no, enough of that,” he mumbled against her mouth, that incredible, mindmelting mouth of hers, and he braced a hand on either side of the window and through sheer force of will pulled himself away.
“Still despise you,” he declared in a passionate voice, avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it, and he took off. After all, there wasn’t much point in admitting things to her that he hadn’t gotten around to admitting to himself.
***
till next post! which hopefully won't take me two months *shifty eyes*