Well another day- another plot bunny mass escape- I swear they're growing smarter on me- oh well.
Enjoy my lovelies.
Thing: some entity, object, or creature that is not or cannot be specifically designated or precisely described:
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"Hi Buttercup! It's me Bubbles your absolute FAVORITE sister calling to check up on you! You can't ignore my calls forever you know! I'm telling you I still think Ken is utterly PERFECT for you! …. But anyway! Your woeful lack of love life aside – I'm calling to talk about something VERY important! So call me back as soon as possible! Kay! Kisses!
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Hi Buttercup! I know you must be like super busy on the trail of some erupting volcano but you totally never called me back so I figured my message got lost in the bad reception or something so… Call me back as soon as possible kay! Oh by the way: Boom thinks one of his buddies at the station might be totally your type! His name is Brad and he's a forensics expert: cool right! You can talk science together! Am I right! Course I am! Well! Talk to you soon! All the hugs in the world to you!
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Buttercup I know you're like totally swamped doing your digging and everything but this is an EMERGENCY: Call me back right now! Also I gave Boom's friend your picture he's totally interested in meeting you! How awesome a sister am I Hee hee! Love you sis!
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BUTTERCUP UTONIUM PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL END YOU!
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Prologue: In which Buttercup is forced away from her rocks to tend to a wolf pack.
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Well. Wasn't this swell. Back in the good ole' USA… her rocks were going to be so lonely without her.
Stupid blonde.
She could have just ignored it. Probably should have. But the crazy blonde was more than capable of jumping on a plane and dragging her all the way back to the states- kicking and screaming with that unhinged giant smile on her face.
And the police officer husband would cover for her. And the lawyer brother in law would talk her out of any kidnapping charges.
Family. Gotta love it.
Speaking of…
It was eerily quiet. Extremely so. This quaint little house in the suburbs wasn't quiet in the slightest.
Well the blonde had begged. Thus… time to get this over with.
The doorbell was ominously loud. Again. Quiet plus this residence was not-.
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AUNTIE!
AUTIE!
Doesn't Daddy look so pretty!
Dada pwetty!
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She stands corrected.
The two wolf pups had charged at her- she now had two red haired pink eyed children using her a jungle gym.
Wolf Daddy who had opened the door looked bemused at his wild offspring.
Buttercup was more focused on the collage of glitter, plastic barrettes and little stickers that now made a home in that so called "pretty" hair.
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Well doesn't Brick look so pretty?
Shut it.
Heh. Having fun on his day off?
Best believe it. He is the glitter king- bow before him.
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He flashed her a wry look as she stepped cautiously into the "Wolf's Den" that was once the family's living room now a minefield of crepe paper, markers, crayons, and stickers- not to mention glitter. Lots and lots of glitter.
The game was playing on the television but judging from the state of his hair and clothes… she highly doubted her brother-in-law had seen much of it.
After all. Big Bad Brick of the Rowdyruff Boys could deny his little girls nothing: If that meant having his "pretty hair" all dolled up for Auntie's visit. So be it.
The littlest Pup was swooped under his arm- while the eldest climbed atop her shoulders: high pitched giggling did little to nothing to ease the headache that had plagued her since leaving her peaceful jungle to return to this dratted thing called civilization.
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Auntie. Auntie. Did you see lions?
Lions don't live in South America Rosie.
But lions live in jungles! That's what my teacher said! They're the king of the jungle!
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Her brother in law frowned.
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How much am I paying for that school again?
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The Wolf Daddy's mumble was ignored of course as Rosie- the eldest at five had found the satchel.
Because… like hell if Buttercup wasn't the most kick ass aunt ever! Bubbles who! Please- everyone knew that she was the favorite here. These two little pups- and yeah she was biased as hell but who gave a fuck? Not her.
Nope. Her little pink nieces were the cutest fucking things on the planet and she'd kick anyone's ass who dared say otherwise. It wasn't just the indulgent wolf daddy who was under their spell after all.
Nope.
First there was Rosie: Disturbingly similar to her father at five in being a mischievous scamp and trouble maker who knew how to bat her eyelashes and turn on the water works just in time to make Daddy forgive her anything– she was also a near perfect clone of Blossom, down to the oversized ribbon that she sported in her sleek auburn hair.
It was uncanny… and slightly creepy.
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What did you get me! Auntie! Auntie! Did you bring me something! Huh! Huh!
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Not to mention Brick spoiled her rotten.
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Autie?
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The newest addition to the wolf clan… well for now at least was little Lily.
Her sister and the hubby really needed to be more original for the next one. The "flower" motif was getting old.
Lily sported Brick's wild untamable locks: thick and no doubt Blossom lamented every morning when it came time to brush it. Everything else about this tiny pup was however- pure Mommy. Only just now learning to talk in full sentences- this two and a half year old was nonetheless the most articulate toddler she'd ever met.
… okay that didn't mean much- Buttercup didn't know many children but… never mind.
The two pink eyed wolf pups were her cute as hell little nieces and best believe Buttercup showed them off to anyone who would listen… or she'd make listen. Again… not the issue.
The satchel was opened- shrill squeals as two handmade dolls – again best aunt ever – were presented and the two pups hurried over to their disaster area that had once a upon time equaled this home's living room.
The indulgent wolf daddy returned to his couch- the game was on but obviously he hadn't a clue what was going on- though at least the mystery of the glitter storm and stickers was solved: As any child was wont to do, their new toys had made whatever art project they were working on become instantly and completely abandoned.
Whoops.
… oh well not her fault she was a kick ass aunt.
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How was her flight?
Long. The movie sucked
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Crimson glare. Oh right. Language.
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The movie was unpleasant.
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Slight nod.
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Where's her sister?
Sleeping upstairs- she said to wake her when she got here though.
Brave man.
Shut the hell up.
Language.
… Shut the heck up.
Better.
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He looked less than amused- but his pups grew bored of their new toys and instead zipped back over to them, little tails wagging and eyes shining.
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Can we show Auntie, Daddy! Please! Please!
Show! How Autie!
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Once again the so called former "bludgeoner" of the Rowdyruff Boys melted and gave a nod. Rosie squealed but quieted by the abrupt finger to Wolf Daddy's lips and the admonishing reminder of Mommy was sleeping.
The mini puff dove to the floor and took up one side of the glittered masterpiece while Lily stuggled with the other.
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Good luck Mommy!
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It was a collage apparently made of every single heart sticker on the planet- covered in what must have been pounds of glitter- which explained not only Daddy's hair… but their strangely sparkling sofa.
Her sister was going to have a cow. Blossom was very protective of her beloved furniture. Even as madly in love as she had been for example- the Pink Puff had still made her lover boy pay for the cleaning of her couch apparently before allowing said Red Romeo back into her bed.
The message while in crude writing befitting a kindergartner… Buttercup still had a feeling could nonetheless mostly be attributed to the ever helpful indulgent Wolf Daddy over there than her albeit brilliant – how could she not be with her mother? – Little niece's writing skills.
Brick was a total sap and it cracked Buttercup up.
Speaking of Mommy though…
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Buttercup? You're here already?
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Thar she blows!
No… really- Buttercup wasn't being a bitch. Blossom was going to pop. It was crazy. She knew from the ultrasounds courtesy of the ever helpful social media that there was only one kid in there but Jesus Christ she could barely walk at this point!
White Fang strolled by her mistress's side as the hubby jumped up from the sofa, hurried over and took his wife's arm guiding her over to the sofa.
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Easy hon.
Dear. I'm pregnant not a china doll.
Blossom you heard the-.
Brick. Why is my sofa sparkling?
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Nice knowing you dude.
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Is it? Oh well would look at that!
You let the girls have those glitter pens didn't you…
… Err… no?
Brick.
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Run. Angry hormonal Powerpuff Girl whose beloved furniture is now a sparkly masterpiece.
Her sister's eyebrow rose. And her fingers ran down Brick's "pretty" hair.
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I see my furniture wasn't their only canvas.
Oh… yeah… right… uh listen babe I looked at the packages- its all washable and-.
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Little giggle. Oh hey guess Buttercup wasn't going to see a murder after all.
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You big softie… you spoil our little girls too much you know.
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Ew gooey eyes.
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What can I say Cherry Blossom… I can never say no to a pair of big pink eyes.
Mmm… no I suppose my big puppy can't.
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Ugh they were nauseating. Seriously five years later and they still acted like a bunch of lovesick teenagers!? Shouldn't they have outgrown those disgusting nicknames by now?!
Blegh! Her nieces mirrored her disgust, Rosie's tongue had gone out and Lily covered her eyes the second Wolf Mommy and Daddy began playing lip hockey. His giant paw pressed against her stomach
Ugh… that's right. Drag Buttercup from her jungle and make her be witness to PDA central. Fucking figures. Ugh. Stupid. BLONDE.
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Ahem.
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The two nauseating redheads whirled around- and her sister flushed at the little wave sent to her. Good serves her right.
The former "Commander and Leader" cleared her own throat and allowed her husband to sit her on the couch.
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Right. Sorry Buttercup… hormones.
Is that they call it now?
Shut it.
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The girls had gotten over their revulsion and rushed to Mommy in matching pink lights. Blossom groaned and put her arms around them both as they unrolled their glitter bomb of a masterpiece over her tummy.
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Mommy Mommy! See See! Look what I did!
Did you baby? How pretty.
I help!
You did! Oh how thoughtful… you two realy are Mommy's little helpers huh?
Yeah! And- And I'll have a new baby sister soon right! Right!
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Brick moaned and his head went in his hands.
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Please for the love of all things sacred and holy let it be a boy.
Lobster Mama giving him shi- shindigs again?
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That's right. Avoid evil hormonal Wolf mama's death stare at the mere thought of corrupting her precious ones' innocent ears…
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It's terrifying. He's pretty sure Him will soon call on the forces of darkness to ensure Brick's wife gives birth to a red eyed child this time around. If He hasn't already.
Brick really thinks that?
… He's caught the powder in Blossom's food now twice. Mama is too smug. This is concerning.
So… if the kid comes out with red eyes but sporting a tail and horns and is basically the Anti Christ they'll all know why?
Yeah…. Tails and horns would be kind of hard to explain to his or her teachers…
He's concerned about that… and not the fact his wife could be harboring the Anti Christ?
He's a Rowdyruff Boy – he's surrounded by three hyperactive Powerpuff Girls all obsessed with his hair. Nothing frightens him anymore. Bring it on.
Brave man.
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A small sigh and the sap immediately stood at attention- a grimace and he immediately put a hand out.
Her own went up- and she shook her head. The Red Rowdyruff visibly relaxed.
Shit… she hated when the Blonde was right.
Begging. Yelling. Pleading. All had resulted in Buttercup leaving her research team in the midst of a dig and hightailing it all the way back to Townsville: Bubbles had apparently just had this feeling in her gut and seeing as she and Boomer were going to be away this week: nonrefundable tickets to Paris-Bubbles' dream vacation: could Buttercup please, please stay with Blossom!
After all… remember what happened the last time Brick had been left on his own…?
She had a point. Not that her brother-in-law wasn't an acceptable mate for her older sister. Devoted to her and their pups and… nauseatingly in love with said pink Powerpuff girl… Brick… was still… a man.
And men… for the most part… she was sure there were exceptions to this little rule… but as Buttercup had discovered over the years… men… had this thing about pregnancy.
As in… part of them no matter how much research and how many books they could read: Brick had more or less decimated the bookstore's "expecting mother" section after all as soon as he'd received word his then fiancée was pregnant: But still her brother in law… seemed mystified by this magical mystery that was pregnancy and thus…
Well to be blunt the first and last time Buttercup had been witness to the "great event" herself: Brick had been a fucking basket case.
It had been hard to tell who'd been screaming louder. The laboring woman screaming more or less every single foul word in the English language before she ran out of those and switched to cursing in Mandarin.
Or… the panicking young husband who had almost throttled the doctor for "daring" question his wife's request for the goddamn drugs.
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WHEN MY WIFE YELLS FOR MORE DRUGS YOU GIVE THE POWERPUFF GIRL MORE FUCKING DRUGS YOU-YOU DAMN IT BOOMER, BUTCH GET OFF ME!
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Little Rosie had come out screaming.
Blossom had had no voice left.
Brick had fainted.
Needless to say Buttercup had stayed in the jungle for little Lily's birth and Brick had been kept in the waiting room.
And now a third wolf pup was upon them. Sure Buttercup had been skeptical of the sheer panic that had been her younger sister but… the blonde had been right.
No question.
Blossom was going to pop. And it was going to be soon.
There was no way that baby was going to wait another three weeks.
No wonder the Glitter King looked so tense.
Another grimace. Her hand went to her stomach.
Oh… Oh no. No. no. no. Just because Buttercup had agreed to come over here didn't mean-!
Another grimace.
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Mommy?
Ma ma?
Brick. Dear could you get me a-.
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Maybe she got up too fast.
Maybe she got up too slow.
Or maybe this was just Buttercup's fucking luck!
Her sister was white as a sheet. Brick was whiter than that aforementioned sheet.
And they all stared at the puddle that had formed at the pink Powerpuff's feet.
Oh… what the fuck!?
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BRICK!
Babe! Sit down! Or should you be standing up! Uh! Uh! SHIT!
BRICK! LANGUAGE!
Oh! Right- uh girls no saying that word Daddy just said!
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The scream was harsh and oh dear God this wasn't happening!
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Or the word that Mommy just said!
BRICK! BABY. COMING.
…What….?
Baby. Coming. Now. – Mommy in pain. Daddy bring mommy to hospital!
Babe…?
NOW!
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…Oh… Oh what the hell…
Why the fuck hadn't Buttercup just… why hadn't she just stayed with her rocks…?
This… This couldn't be happening…
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Girls be good for your aunt!
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Wait… say what!? Uh no! How about Wolf Daddy stay with the pups and Auntie go with screaming Wolf Mommy!
Buttercup didn't agree to this!
Buttercup did NOT agree to this!
The pups clung to her arms and oh no. oooohhhhh no! Uh uh! That Rowdyruff wouldn't dare!
He wouldn't dare!
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The door slammed shut.
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The ass had dared.
…. Fuck.
The two little wolf pups both looked up at her with wide pink eyes.
And then started screaming.
… double fuck.
…. Was it too late to… go back to her rocks?
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And thus does Buttercup's nightmare begin.
Poor thing. I do hope some... reinforcements may be at hand soon enough.
Thanks for reading my lovelies- and remember your reviews make lovely carrots for the plot bunnies... one of these days I'm just going to get a more reinforced hutch for the dratted things.
Until next time
-Carrie
