PPG/RRB: More Than Human by sbj
Bubbles and Boomer
He noted her lack of rain gear and waved his umbrella about. “You can stand under my umbrella,” he offered.Then, after a brief pause, he added, “Ella, ella, eh…”
Everyone else groaned as one and Bubbles gave him a look of absolute disbelief. “Boomer. Do not even.”
“Under my um-ber-ella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh,” he continued, starting to groove a little in the rain with a mischievous grin on his face.
Blossom and Brick
Cindy had never looked this amazing. She’d had weeks, practiced, come up with an entire routine. And here Blossom was, improvising, six minutes before they had to go on, and she was fucking brilliant.
By verse two Brick was already seeing a different painting in his mind, one that was thrashing inside, desperate to spill itself onto a blank canvas.
Buttercup and Butch
Suddenly something was draped along her shoulders, and she looked up to see Butch settling back, raising a joint in greeting. She blinked, eyes darting from him to his dress jacket on her shoulders.
“Holy shit,” she said. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Ditching Prom,” he said as he exhaled smoke into the air.
I was bored and I just caught up to one of the greatest fics of all time after a year of going without it and I was listening to Fall Out Boy and this happened. I tweaked some scenes a bit, maybe, but it’s an inspired idea and the Umbrella moment is one of the best moments in the world and holy shit I ship the Greens with the power of a thousand blazing suns. And Blossom and Brick should just swallow their pride and accept the fact that they have too much UST. But still. Butch. And Buttercup. I FEED ON THEIR EVERY WORD TOGETHER. Can you see my bias guys? CAN YOU SEE.
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