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Real quick: Y'all. It's been two months since I posted about the mailing list going up and I put it out of my brain for a minute because rl shit, as usual, so imagine my utter surprise when I checked back in to find nearly 100 people have signed up?!?! WHAT.
thank you all so much i really really hope i don't disappoint you thank you from the bottom of my tiny ppg-lovin' heart 💗💙💚 i'm working on sending out an update soon!
But really, y'all mean so much to me and I appreciate each and every last one of you for the support!
I couldn't let such a milestone pass by without posting a ppg-related cookie. Frankly, I'm eager to get back to the fic writing soon as I have so many pans ready to go in the fire and I'm itchin' to COOK. (Hopefully soon, hint hint?!)
So till then, and as thanks for all you lovely folks (especially the ones with the reds bias), here is another snippet from that Blossom saw Brick's nudes piece I keep intermittently working on.
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She swept her gaze over the crowd again, staring at nothing in particular, and then her mind thought of how she, along with several thousand other people, probably, had seen the man sitting at the bar behind her naked. And she was trying to be polite, and she thought she was succeeding. After all, he didn’t have to know that she had seen him naked. She wasn’t bringing attention to it. Their greeting had been no different from their previous inconsequential run-ins, at least as adults. The dull blade of childhood rivalry—though it had been more than mere rivalry, but to point it out was quibbling over semantics—didn’t strike the way it used to, and brief acknowledgements of the other’s existence were all that were necessary, especially when they shared a mutual relation in Buttercup. It stood to reason that they’d see each other occasionally, and could be adults about it, and had been, for a long time now. They hadn’t fought in a long time, much less chatted.
And now Blossom had seen him naked. And it was all she could think about, as much as she tried to tell herself otherwise, or distract herself otherwise.
She was an adult. She could be an adult about this.
An adult with an almost empty ginger beer bottle. She downed the rest of it and turned away from the railing, towards the bar and a clothed Brick.
Fully clothed in fact. Head to toe. From the tip of his unlaced sneaker to the top of his ubiquitous cap.
What had compelled him to take those pictures? Who?
She leaned at the bar—center, a few seats away from Brick at the end—and held her arm up to catch the bartender’s attention.
“Another ginger beer?” the bartender asked, metaphorically clubbing Blossom in the kneecaps. She felt Brick glancing over.
“No, I’m ready for something a little harder,” she said, smiling politely despite this stranger’s attempt to ruin her. “A Manhattan, please.”
“Classy lady.”
Blossom considered briefly whether that was supposed to be a come-on and settled on assuming it wasn’t for the sake of the evening. As the bartender turned away to assemble her drink she looked to her right. Their eyes met and held for a second.
“Brick.”
“Blossom,” he responded, and his voice burrowed down into her bones. It hadn’t always done that.
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thank you all so much i really really hope i don't disappoint you thank you from the bottom of my tiny ppg-lovin' heart 💗💙💚 i'm working on sending out an update soon!
But really, y'all mean so much to me and I appreciate each and every last one of you for the support!
I couldn't let such a milestone pass by without posting a ppg-related cookie. Frankly, I'm eager to get back to the fic writing soon as I have so many pans ready to go in the fire and I'm itchin' to COOK. (Hopefully soon, hint hint?!)
So till then, and as thanks for all you lovely folks (especially the ones with the reds bias), here is another snippet from that Blossom saw Brick's nudes piece I keep intermittently working on.
--
She swept her gaze over the crowd again, staring at nothing in particular, and then her mind thought of how she, along with several thousand other people, probably, had seen the man sitting at the bar behind her naked. And she was trying to be polite, and she thought she was succeeding. After all, he didn’t have to know that she had seen him naked. She wasn’t bringing attention to it. Their greeting had been no different from their previous inconsequential run-ins, at least as adults. The dull blade of childhood rivalry—though it had been more than mere rivalry, but to point it out was quibbling over semantics—didn’t strike the way it used to, and brief acknowledgements of the other’s existence were all that were necessary, especially when they shared a mutual relation in Buttercup. It stood to reason that they’d see each other occasionally, and could be adults about it, and had been, for a long time now. They hadn’t fought in a long time, much less chatted.
And now Blossom had seen him naked. And it was all she could think about, as much as she tried to tell herself otherwise, or distract herself otherwise.
She was an adult. She could be an adult about this.
An adult with an almost empty ginger beer bottle. She downed the rest of it and turned away from the railing, towards the bar and a clothed Brick.
Fully clothed in fact. Head to toe. From the tip of his unlaced sneaker to the top of his ubiquitous cap.
What had compelled him to take those pictures? Who?
She leaned at the bar—center, a few seats away from Brick at the end—and held her arm up to catch the bartender’s attention.
“Another ginger beer?” the bartender asked, metaphorically clubbing Blossom in the kneecaps. She felt Brick glancing over.
“No, I’m ready for something a little harder,” she said, smiling politely despite this stranger’s attempt to ruin her. “A Manhattan, please.”
“Classy lady.”
Blossom considered briefly whether that was supposed to be a come-on and settled on assuming it wasn’t for the sake of the evening. As the bartender turned away to assemble her drink she looked to her right. Their eyes met and held for a second.
“Brick.”
“Blossom,” he responded, and his voice burrowed down into her bones. It hadn’t always done that.
--
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