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for anonymous, who requested brick/blossom + bonding + unusual eye color:
He practically went through a girlfriend a week. Not that Blossom liked to keep count or anything.
She asked one of his exes once what it was like, dating Brick, only because she was sitting next to her in Biology and there were five minutes to the bell.
“Thrilling,” the girl had said, after giving it some thought. “He just… something about him that made me go all shivery.”
“Oh really,” Blossom had responded, conversationally.
“He was all… dark, and mysterious, you know how quiet he is…”
After a moment’s silence, Blossom asked, “So what happened?”
There was a pregnant pause as the girl thought, and finally she shuddered a bit and said, “After a while, it just got kind of creepy.”
Blossom furrowed her brow. “‘Creepy?’ How do you mean?”
“He—his eyes. I mean, it’s one thing to be a bad boy, but…” she shuddered again, “he looked evil. Especially with those red eyes.”
Weeks later Blossom was watching the unsurprising disintegration of another one of his relationships. The girl was pretty in a plain sort of way. She had brown eyes that winced when Brick’s pierced them.
Blossom wasn’t even sure if that was the real reason Brick’s love life kept falling apart—she’d only asked the one girl—but Bubbles and Buttercup were dating, and she’d been single for ages, and back in elementary school all it had taken was some stupid kid talking about how weird her eyes looked to keep her from looking in the mirror.
So after the final bell had rung she lingered around the corner from Brick’s locker, waiting for that tell-tale red cap to make its appearance.
He rounded the corner and scowled when he saw her.
Her words came out in a rush in her effort to speak before he could ruin the moment by opening his mouth.
“There’s nothing wrong with your eyes,” she told him, watching as the maliciousness in them dissolved into shock. “I mean, there’s plenty wrong with you,” she said honestly, and thought of how many times she’d wished to just be normal. “But your eyes don’t have anything to do with it.”
For a terribly brief moment his gaze, his gaze that said evil, that said weird and freak and who knew what else when anybody looked at him, softened as he looked at her.
Then that familiar coldness returned and he snarled, “I don’t remember my love life being any of your business,” and stalked past her.
“I didn’t say anything about your love life,” she pointed out quietly, and he stopped. “But I’m sorry anyway.”
Whether he looked back at her or not she didn’t know. She took off, gaze directed straight ahead as she sailed past windows and glass, avoiding her reflection.
***
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kujomatic, who requested the following three pieces:
butch/buttercup + dinosaurs:
“You’re awfully chipper today,” Buttercup groused. Butch carried on with his giddiness. “So what happened? Drown a cat? Rob a bank? Ruin cookies?”
“Say what you will, nothing is going to kill my mood today,” he said cheerily. He shot an encouraging look at Buttercup. “Go ahead. Ask me why.”
She merely grunted, but hell, he was in a good mood.
“I’ll tell you why!” he announced, and his eyes got misty. “When I get home, sitting in my mailbox may be the most beautiful item to ever grace the surface of this miserable planet.” He peered at Buttercup again. “Go ahead. Ask me why.”
This time she only met his gaze with an expression of sheer boredom and disinterest.
“Four words: SPORTS. ILLUSTRATED. SWIMSUIT. EDITION!” Ooh, he got chills just saying it!
“You know,” Buttercup said slowly, “I just can’t figure out why that doesn’t surprise me.”
“Enough of you,” Butch said dismissively, and turned away. “Unless you’re a supermodel in a Kleenex bikini rolling around on the beach, I really don’t have the time right now.”
“Don’t tempt me!” she called after him as he took off. Even with superspeed he didn’t get home fast enough. And he could’ve sworn the mailbox was radiating gold beams when he approached it.
“Here I come, gorgeous,” he sighed ceremoniously, and tugged the day’s mail out.
He rifled through it, paused, furrowed his brow. Flipped through it again. And again. And then another time, just in case he was going blind.
“What kind of sick joke is this?” he whispered, slow horror overtaking his quickly dissipating glee. There was one magazine in the entire stack of mail, and it was…
“Who the fuck in this house subscribes to ZOOBOOKS?!” he yelped, eyes wide and disbelieving as they took in the rainbow logo emblazoned across a roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Boomer arrived home at right about that moment and found Butch standing at the mailbox, jaw on the floor with the rest of the mail.
He peered over his shoulder. “Zoobooks: The Dinosaur Edition. Sexy. Oh, excuse me, do I need to give you a minute alone?”
“I don’t have the time to thrash you properly,” Butch said hastily, and took to the sky again. It wasn’t too late! He could buy a copy if he really had to! It was going to be okay!
Only…
“Where are all the scantily clad women?!” Hours later Butch threw his hands to the heavens and shook his fists at God. But there was no God! Surely any God in his right mind wouldn’t deprive the men of the world of the most important periodical of the year! There was no God, because there were no girls in bikinis, because every last Sports Illustrated issue in the world had been replaced by Zoobooks with DINOSAURS!
“This isn’t funny!” he cried. “I’ve been planning my entire week around Happy Fun Time between me and my Sports Illustrated! What fresh Hell is this?!”
“Shut up and read your Goddamn Zoobooks,” Buttercup said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and thrusting his Zoobooks: Dino Edition at him.
Defeated, Butch began to reach for it. “I hope they at least had the decency to put half-naked cavewomen in it,” he said desolately, and looked up.
And froze.
Buttercup, dressed in nothing save for a very strategically placed Ipod, gave him a quizzical look as she adjusted her earphones. “What?”
“Breasts,” Butch said intelligently, and blinked.
And suddenly he was staring at the ceiling of his room, morning sun seeping through the blinds.
He blinked again and rubbed the grit from his eyes. A dream?
“Man,” he muttered as he sat up. “Talk about your fucked up—”
Suddenly the covers shifted, and he looked up in surprise as Buttercup sat up beside him, groggy and plagued with bedhead.
“What the—” Butch started, as she met his eyes and realization hit her like a couple thousand sacks of bricks.
She shrieked and toppled off his bed, snatching at the covers, but it was a little late for that.
“Breasts,” Butch said intelligently, and blinked.
***
brick/blossom + annoying girl scout:
“Oh, come on, Blossom!”
Blossom threw Brick a furious glare and continued marching.
“I didn’t—”
“Leave me alone, Brick!” she snapped.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around, catching her by her shoulders. “Would you just let me—”
She jerked out of his grip and said menacingly, “Don’t touch me. If you hadn’t noticed—”
“Cookies?”
The two of them blinked and looked down to see a young girl in full scout regalia, dragging a red wagon full of cookie boxes. “Would you like to buy some cookies?” she said hopefully.
“Um, no thank you,” Blossom said sweetly, then turned her glare back on. “As I was saying, if you hadn’t noticed, I was in the process of getting away from you.”
Brick crossed his arms and said, “If you really wanted to get away from me, you would’ve flown rather than walked. And don’t let me give you any ideas,” he added, grabbing at her arm as she moved to take off.
“I’m selling for $5 a box, $4 each if you buy more than a dozen—”
They shot incredulous looks down at the little girl, still perched at their side.
A bit perplexed, Blossom started, “I’m sorry, we’re not—”
“Buzz off, babe, and let me handle this.” Brick turned to the girl while Blossom spluttered indignantly. “Look kid, we’re a little busy here,” he said gruffly, and after a moment’s consideration, took off with Blossom in tow, zipping down a few blocks and around a corner before he landed them.
Blossom blinked, then griped, “You could’ve warned me you were going to do that.”
“Whatever. Now, to get back to what—”
“You can pay with cash or check,” a voice chirped, and they both jumped when they turned and saw that same Girl Scout at their side once more.
Brick gaped at her. “How did you—”
“I also accept credit and debit cards, but there’s an additional $3 surcharge if you go with that option,” the little girl barreled on.
Blossom was looking a little disturbed. “I’m afraid—”
“Okay, I don’t know how you just did that, but we’re still not interested,” Brick interrupted, and with a glare he grabbed Blossom and took off into the sky, flying clear across town before settling on a rooftop.
“Hello? Did I not just say ‘Warn me?’”
“Sorry,” Brick humphed in a very non-apologetic voice, and started, “So while I have your undivided—”
“So how many boxes can I put you down for?” a familiar voice suddenly asked, and while Brick’s mouth dropped to the floor and he twitched a lot, Blossom merely looked mildly amused.
“How’d you get up here?” she asked conversationally.
“HOW’D YOU GET UP HERE?!” Brick screeched, horrified.
“I’m sorry, how many?” the little girl went on, not missing a beat.
Brick seemed to have reached some sort of internal conclusion and was reaching for his wallet. “Okay, you know what? Yes. Yes I will buy your friggin’ cookies if you will go away forever and leave us alone.” He tugged out a handful of bills and asked, “What flavors did you have?”
“Thin mints, trefoils, peanut butter patties, doom…”
Brick and Blossom blinked.
“What did you say that last flavor was?” Blossom asked.
There was a long pause as they scrutinized the Girl Scout.
“… Samoas,” the girl finally said.
Brick furrowed his brow. “You weren’t purple just a second ago.”
“She didn’t have tentacles, either,” Blossom muttered under her breath.
Suddenly the girl exploded into a purple, tentacled monster fifty stories high, and began roaring and destroying the city.
There was another long pause as the townspeople below began screaming and fleeing.
Brick blinked. “Oh.”
***
bubbles/rrb + dancing + someone does the robot:
It was a known fact that Bubbles, kind, sweet, unassuming Bubbles, had trouble saying no even to her most hated enemy.
To be fair, Brick was popular, and Boomer was cute, and even Butch had moments that didn’t involve desires to strangle the last quivering drop of life out of him, but having acknowledged all of the above, she still really wished she had Blossom’s stubbornness, or Buttercup’s… tact. Certainly neither of them would have put themselves in any sort of situation that inspired contact with any of the Rowdyruff Boys. Willingly. That, um, didn’t involve violence.
So at the end of the night, when Bubbles had pretty much filled her hypothetical dance card and then some, she found herself trying desperately to come up with further excuses to keep the three boys eyeing her from the far corner of the dance floor otherwise occupied.
It was a known fact that Bubbles had trouble saying no, and it was another known fact that the boys had things for blonde, blue-eyed, superpowered girls.
Named Bubbles.
They were heading her way, and she turned, blushing like crazy as she downed her punch.
“Bubbles.”
“Mm?” she squeaked, cracking a polite smile as she faced them.
The boys all exchanged possessive looks with each other, and finally Brick spoke. “So, we were wonderin’—”
“Since you seem to be free at the moment—” Boomer interjected.
“If you’d like to dance,” Butch finished, flashing her a killer smile.
They were kind of towering over her and she was having a little trouble breathing. “Um, well,” she said slowly, brain frantically working overtime to come up with a way to stall them, “I—I’m not sure… who to dance with first—”
“Yeah, we, um, ‘talked’ it over too,” Brick said carefully, and Bubbles noted suddenly that Butch’s collar was torn and Boomer winced every time he blinked. “And we wouldn’t mind all dancing with you at once.”
So much for that. “Well, that’s—” she started uneasily, when suddenly her attention was seized by movement on the dance floor, and the light of solution dawned on her like a crisp winter morning.
That didn’t happen often to Bubbles, so she always got very excited when it did.
She smiled at the boys, whose throats simultaneously contracted at the sight of it. “I’d love to, but if I could make one request first?”
“Anything,” they croaked in unison.
“Could I see you guys do The Robot first?” she said sweetly.
The adoration in their faces quickly dissolved into disbelief.
“Are you—what?” Butch looked like he might be on the verge of vomiting.
“Why?” Boomer beseeched her, looking a little horrified.
“Well, if you don’t want to,” Bubbles pouted sadly, pursing her lips and gazing into the distance with moist eyes…
All of five seconds later she was watching gleefully as the three boys embarrassed themselves to the ground at the epicenter of the dance floor.
She clapped her hands to her heart and sighed, eyes darting from one boy to the other to the other and back.
Because unlike the aforementioned, it was a little known fact that Bubbles actually no trouble with Yeses or Nos when it came to Boomer, Brick, and Butch.
She was just terribly indecisive, was all.
***
requests are closed, unfortunately :( but the rest will be on their way soon!
i like cookies :D
so... requests!
for anonymous, who requested brick/blossom + bonding + unusual eye color:
He practically went through a girlfriend a week. Not that Blossom liked to keep count or anything.
She asked one of his exes once what it was like, dating Brick, only because she was sitting next to her in Biology and there were five minutes to the bell.
“Thrilling,” the girl had said, after giving it some thought. “He just… something about him that made me go all shivery.”
“Oh really,” Blossom had responded, conversationally.
“He was all… dark, and mysterious, you know how quiet he is…”
After a moment’s silence, Blossom asked, “So what happened?”
There was a pregnant pause as the girl thought, and finally she shuddered a bit and said, “After a while, it just got kind of creepy.”
Blossom furrowed her brow. “‘Creepy?’ How do you mean?”
“He—his eyes. I mean, it’s one thing to be a bad boy, but…” she shuddered again, “he looked evil. Especially with those red eyes.”
Weeks later Blossom was watching the unsurprising disintegration of another one of his relationships. The girl was pretty in a plain sort of way. She had brown eyes that winced when Brick’s pierced them.
Blossom wasn’t even sure if that was the real reason Brick’s love life kept falling apart—she’d only asked the one girl—but Bubbles and Buttercup were dating, and she’d been single for ages, and back in elementary school all it had taken was some stupid kid talking about how weird her eyes looked to keep her from looking in the mirror.
So after the final bell had rung she lingered around the corner from Brick’s locker, waiting for that tell-tale red cap to make its appearance.
He rounded the corner and scowled when he saw her.
Her words came out in a rush in her effort to speak before he could ruin the moment by opening his mouth.
“There’s nothing wrong with your eyes,” she told him, watching as the maliciousness in them dissolved into shock. “I mean, there’s plenty wrong with you,” she said honestly, and thought of how many times she’d wished to just be normal. “But your eyes don’t have anything to do with it.”
For a terribly brief moment his gaze, his gaze that said evil, that said weird and freak and who knew what else when anybody looked at him, softened as he looked at her.
Then that familiar coldness returned and he snarled, “I don’t remember my love life being any of your business,” and stalked past her.
“I didn’t say anything about your love life,” she pointed out quietly, and he stopped. “But I’m sorry anyway.”
Whether he looked back at her or not she didn’t know. She took off, gaze directed straight ahead as she sailed past windows and glass, avoiding her reflection.
***
for
kujomatic, who requested the following three pieces:butch/buttercup + dinosaurs:
“You’re awfully chipper today,” Buttercup groused. Butch carried on with his giddiness. “So what happened? Drown a cat? Rob a bank? Ruin cookies?”
“Say what you will, nothing is going to kill my mood today,” he said cheerily. He shot an encouraging look at Buttercup. “Go ahead. Ask me why.”
She merely grunted, but hell, he was in a good mood.
“I’ll tell you why!” he announced, and his eyes got misty. “When I get home, sitting in my mailbox may be the most beautiful item to ever grace the surface of this miserable planet.” He peered at Buttercup again. “Go ahead. Ask me why.”
This time she only met his gaze with an expression of sheer boredom and disinterest.
“Four words: SPORTS. ILLUSTRATED. SWIMSUIT. EDITION!” Ooh, he got chills just saying it!
“You know,” Buttercup said slowly, “I just can’t figure out why that doesn’t surprise me.”
“Enough of you,” Butch said dismissively, and turned away. “Unless you’re a supermodel in a Kleenex bikini rolling around on the beach, I really don’t have the time right now.”
“Don’t tempt me!” she called after him as he took off. Even with superspeed he didn’t get home fast enough. And he could’ve sworn the mailbox was radiating gold beams when he approached it.
“Here I come, gorgeous,” he sighed ceremoniously, and tugged the day’s mail out.
He rifled through it, paused, furrowed his brow. Flipped through it again. And again. And then another time, just in case he was going blind.
“What kind of sick joke is this?” he whispered, slow horror overtaking his quickly dissipating glee. There was one magazine in the entire stack of mail, and it was…
“Who the fuck in this house subscribes to ZOOBOOKS?!” he yelped, eyes wide and disbelieving as they took in the rainbow logo emblazoned across a roaring Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Boomer arrived home at right about that moment and found Butch standing at the mailbox, jaw on the floor with the rest of the mail.
He peered over his shoulder. “Zoobooks: The Dinosaur Edition. Sexy. Oh, excuse me, do I need to give you a minute alone?”
“I don’t have the time to thrash you properly,” Butch said hastily, and took to the sky again. It wasn’t too late! He could buy a copy if he really had to! It was going to be okay!
Only…
“Where are all the scantily clad women?!” Hours later Butch threw his hands to the heavens and shook his fists at God. But there was no God! Surely any God in his right mind wouldn’t deprive the men of the world of the most important periodical of the year! There was no God, because there were no girls in bikinis, because every last Sports Illustrated issue in the world had been replaced by Zoobooks with DINOSAURS!
“This isn’t funny!” he cried. “I’ve been planning my entire week around Happy Fun Time between me and my Sports Illustrated! What fresh Hell is this?!”
“Shut up and read your Goddamn Zoobooks,” Buttercup said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and thrusting his Zoobooks: Dino Edition at him.
Defeated, Butch began to reach for it. “I hope they at least had the decency to put half-naked cavewomen in it,” he said desolately, and looked up.
And froze.
Buttercup, dressed in nothing save for a very strategically placed Ipod, gave him a quizzical look as she adjusted her earphones. “What?”
“Breasts,” Butch said intelligently, and blinked.
And suddenly he was staring at the ceiling of his room, morning sun seeping through the blinds.
He blinked again and rubbed the grit from his eyes. A dream?
“Man,” he muttered as he sat up. “Talk about your fucked up—”
Suddenly the covers shifted, and he looked up in surprise as Buttercup sat up beside him, groggy and plagued with bedhead.
“What the—” Butch started, as she met his eyes and realization hit her like a couple thousand sacks of bricks.
She shrieked and toppled off his bed, snatching at the covers, but it was a little late for that.
“Breasts,” Butch said intelligently, and blinked.
***
brick/blossom + annoying girl scout:
“Oh, come on, Blossom!”
Blossom threw Brick a furious glare and continued marching.
“I didn’t—”
“Leave me alone, Brick!” she snapped.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around, catching her by her shoulders. “Would you just let me—”
She jerked out of his grip and said menacingly, “Don’t touch me. If you hadn’t noticed—”
“Cookies?”
The two of them blinked and looked down to see a young girl in full scout regalia, dragging a red wagon full of cookie boxes. “Would you like to buy some cookies?” she said hopefully.
“Um, no thank you,” Blossom said sweetly, then turned her glare back on. “As I was saying, if you hadn’t noticed, I was in the process of getting away from you.”
Brick crossed his arms and said, “If you really wanted to get away from me, you would’ve flown rather than walked. And don’t let me give you any ideas,” he added, grabbing at her arm as she moved to take off.
“I’m selling for $5 a box, $4 each if you buy more than a dozen—”
They shot incredulous looks down at the little girl, still perched at their side.
A bit perplexed, Blossom started, “I’m sorry, we’re not—”
“Buzz off, babe, and let me handle this.” Brick turned to the girl while Blossom spluttered indignantly. “Look kid, we’re a little busy here,” he said gruffly, and after a moment’s consideration, took off with Blossom in tow, zipping down a few blocks and around a corner before he landed them.
Blossom blinked, then griped, “You could’ve warned me you were going to do that.”
“Whatever. Now, to get back to what—”
“You can pay with cash or check,” a voice chirped, and they both jumped when they turned and saw that same Girl Scout at their side once more.
Brick gaped at her. “How did you—”
“I also accept credit and debit cards, but there’s an additional $3 surcharge if you go with that option,” the little girl barreled on.
Blossom was looking a little disturbed. “I’m afraid—”
“Okay, I don’t know how you just did that, but we’re still not interested,” Brick interrupted, and with a glare he grabbed Blossom and took off into the sky, flying clear across town before settling on a rooftop.
“Hello? Did I not just say ‘Warn me?’”
“Sorry,” Brick humphed in a very non-apologetic voice, and started, “So while I have your undivided—”
“So how many boxes can I put you down for?” a familiar voice suddenly asked, and while Brick’s mouth dropped to the floor and he twitched a lot, Blossom merely looked mildly amused.
“How’d you get up here?” she asked conversationally.
“HOW’D YOU GET UP HERE?!” Brick screeched, horrified.
“I’m sorry, how many?” the little girl went on, not missing a beat.
Brick seemed to have reached some sort of internal conclusion and was reaching for his wallet. “Okay, you know what? Yes. Yes I will buy your friggin’ cookies if you will go away forever and leave us alone.” He tugged out a handful of bills and asked, “What flavors did you have?”
“Thin mints, trefoils, peanut butter patties, doom…”
Brick and Blossom blinked.
“What did you say that last flavor was?” Blossom asked.
There was a long pause as they scrutinized the Girl Scout.
“… Samoas,” the girl finally said.
Brick furrowed his brow. “You weren’t purple just a second ago.”
“She didn’t have tentacles, either,” Blossom muttered under her breath.
Suddenly the girl exploded into a purple, tentacled monster fifty stories high, and began roaring and destroying the city.
There was another long pause as the townspeople below began screaming and fleeing.
Brick blinked. “Oh.”
***
bubbles/rrb + dancing + someone does the robot:
It was a known fact that Bubbles, kind, sweet, unassuming Bubbles, had trouble saying no even to her most hated enemy.
To be fair, Brick was popular, and Boomer was cute, and even Butch had moments that didn’t involve desires to strangle the last quivering drop of life out of him, but having acknowledged all of the above, she still really wished she had Blossom’s stubbornness, or Buttercup’s… tact. Certainly neither of them would have put themselves in any sort of situation that inspired contact with any of the Rowdyruff Boys. Willingly. That, um, didn’t involve violence.
So at the end of the night, when Bubbles had pretty much filled her hypothetical dance card and then some, she found herself trying desperately to come up with further excuses to keep the three boys eyeing her from the far corner of the dance floor otherwise occupied.
It was a known fact that Bubbles had trouble saying no, and it was another known fact that the boys had things for blonde, blue-eyed, superpowered girls.
Named Bubbles.
They were heading her way, and she turned, blushing like crazy as she downed her punch.
“Bubbles.”
“Mm?” she squeaked, cracking a polite smile as she faced them.
The boys all exchanged possessive looks with each other, and finally Brick spoke. “So, we were wonderin’—”
“Since you seem to be free at the moment—” Boomer interjected.
“If you’d like to dance,” Butch finished, flashing her a killer smile.
They were kind of towering over her and she was having a little trouble breathing. “Um, well,” she said slowly, brain frantically working overtime to come up with a way to stall them, “I—I’m not sure… who to dance with first—”
“Yeah, we, um, ‘talked’ it over too,” Brick said carefully, and Bubbles noted suddenly that Butch’s collar was torn and Boomer winced every time he blinked. “And we wouldn’t mind all dancing with you at once.”
So much for that. “Well, that’s—” she started uneasily, when suddenly her attention was seized by movement on the dance floor, and the light of solution dawned on her like a crisp winter morning.
That didn’t happen often to Bubbles, so she always got very excited when it did.
She smiled at the boys, whose throats simultaneously contracted at the sight of it. “I’d love to, but if I could make one request first?”
“Anything,” they croaked in unison.
“Could I see you guys do The Robot first?” she said sweetly.
The adoration in their faces quickly dissolved into disbelief.
“Are you—what?” Butch looked like he might be on the verge of vomiting.
“Why?” Boomer beseeched her, looking a little horrified.
“Well, if you don’t want to,” Bubbles pouted sadly, pursing her lips and gazing into the distance with moist eyes…
All of five seconds later she was watching gleefully as the three boys embarrassed themselves to the ground at the epicenter of the dance floor.
She clapped her hands to her heart and sighed, eyes darting from one boy to the other to the other and back.
Because unlike the aforementioned, it was a little known fact that Bubbles actually no trouble with Yeses or Nos when it came to Boomer, Brick, and Butch.
She was just terribly indecisive, was all.
***
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