Bargaining for Brownies
Title: Bargaining for Brownies
Characters: DG, Glitch, Cain, Raw, Az, Lavender, Ahamo, Tutor.
Timeling: Post eclipse
Rated: PG
Summary: Oh, what some do for brownies...
Warning: Crack!fic ahead *smiles sweetly*
Disclaimer: *Deep breath* I don't own Tin Man, Ghostbusters, Blues Brothers, or Sleeping Beauty. o.O
A/N: I come back from my SC trip bearing gifts! In the form of ridiculous stories...
For tpeej. T’Peej knows what’s about to go down, for T’Peej stole my cookies at 2:30am and replaced them with plot bunnies. Sneaky, sneaky, T’Peej…
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Everyone knew that DG’s strawberry brownies were the best. But what most people didn’t know, was just how far some of her friends would go to get them.
It started out innocent enough.
“DG can I please have a brownie?” Glitch would ask, smiling winningly.
A skeptical eyebrow. “Sure you can have one.” And then Glitch would take three.
Az would bat her eyelashes and give her that ‘I love you, little sister,’ look and take two.
Her parents would play dumb and say, “Oh, what’s that? May I try one?” And take two each, claiming they were taking one for their spouse.
Cain would merely take a brownie and raise an eyebrow at DG’s glare.
And by this point DG wouldn’t care, and just offer the last ones to Raw and Tutor, who came in shyly.
Which left DG with no brownies.
And so she started asking for something in return.
Glitch got paperwork, from her parents she got free time, from her sister she didn’t have to clean up the kitchen, shortened lessons from Tutor, and Raw got Kalm to stop spouting off what everyone was thinking. And Cain would still just take one.
Ridiculous. She still didn’t have any left by the time they were moderately cool.
It was time to get creative. Which is what led her to the following situation.
There was a large box of costumes by the kitchen entryway and whenever someone tried to sweep through and take a brownie, she would stop them, point to the box, and say, “Two items. Impress me.”
They each grabbed a few items and disappeared to add them to their outfit.
Glitch came back with a snorkel attached to some goggles, and a Ghostbusters vacuum strapped to his back. She shook her head. “No, I’m not surprised to see you with a gizmo and something strange on your head.”
Az walked in with a pair of handcuffs on and a sarong. “Eehhhhh,” DG buzzed.
Her mother came in fairy wings and a sombrero. “Mmmmmm, almost, but no. The fairy wings killed it.” She looked to her father in a goofy bowtie and flippers. “You’re a carnie. No more bowties!”
Raw had shades and a 50’s rat pack hat on. “Though I love the Blues Brothers, I gotta say no.”
Tutor somehow managed to fit a pool floatie shaped like a dinosoar around his middle and had a clock dangling from his neck. “Huh uh, Flava Flav doesn’t get a DG brownie.”
And then there was a Cain. He had a baseball bat leaning against his shoulder and a violently blue tutu around his waist.
One word.
Sequins.
DG stared at him wide eyed and managed with a straight face, “Feel like dancing?” He sighed through his nose and tipped his fedora up to stare her down. She merely held out the pan.
“Thank you,” he said tightly and took the pan, turning to leave.
And in an incredibly nostalgic and irrational move, DG tried her hardest not to laugh and waved her glowing palm, whispering, “Make it pink!”
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
A/N: silly enough for you?
Characters: DG, Glitch, Cain, Raw, Az, Lavender, Ahamo, Tutor.
Timeling: Post eclipse
Rated: PG
Summary: Oh, what some do for brownies...
Warning: Crack!fic ahead *smiles sweetly*
Disclaimer: *Deep breath* I don't own Tin Man, Ghostbusters, Blues Brothers, or Sleeping Beauty. o.O
A/N: I come back from my SC trip bearing gifts! In the form of ridiculous stories...
For tpeej. T’Peej knows what’s about to go down, for T’Peej stole my cookies at 2:30am and replaced them with plot bunnies. Sneaky, sneaky, T’Peej…
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
Everyone knew that DG’s strawberry brownies were the best. But what most people didn’t know, was just how far some of her friends would go to get them.
It started out innocent enough.
“DG can I please have a brownie?” Glitch would ask, smiling winningly.
A skeptical eyebrow. “Sure you can have one.” And then Glitch would take three.
Az would bat her eyelashes and give her that ‘I love you, little sister,’ look and take two.
Her parents would play dumb and say, “Oh, what’s that? May I try one?” And take two each, claiming they were taking one for their spouse.
Cain would merely take a brownie and raise an eyebrow at DG’s glare.
And by this point DG wouldn’t care, and just offer the last ones to Raw and Tutor, who came in shyly.
Which left DG with no brownies.
And so she started asking for something in return.
Glitch got paperwork, from her parents she got free time, from her sister she didn’t have to clean up the kitchen, shortened lessons from Tutor, and Raw got Kalm to stop spouting off what everyone was thinking. And Cain would still just take one.
Ridiculous. She still didn’t have any left by the time they were moderately cool.
It was time to get creative. Which is what led her to the following situation.
There was a large box of costumes by the kitchen entryway and whenever someone tried to sweep through and take a brownie, she would stop them, point to the box, and say, “Two items. Impress me.”
They each grabbed a few items and disappeared to add them to their outfit.
Glitch came back with a snorkel attached to some goggles, and a Ghostbusters vacuum strapped to his back. She shook her head. “No, I’m not surprised to see you with a gizmo and something strange on your head.”
Az walked in with a pair of handcuffs on and a sarong. “Eehhhhh,” DG buzzed.
Her mother came in fairy wings and a sombrero. “Mmmmmm, almost, but no. The fairy wings killed it.” She looked to her father in a goofy bowtie and flippers. “You’re a carnie. No more bowties!”
Raw had shades and a 50’s rat pack hat on. “Though I love the Blues Brothers, I gotta say no.”
Tutor somehow managed to fit a pool floatie shaped like a dinosoar around his middle and had a clock dangling from his neck. “Huh uh, Flava Flav doesn’t get a DG brownie.”
And then there was a Cain. He had a baseball bat leaning against his shoulder and a violently blue tutu around his waist.
One word.
Sequins.
DG stared at him wide eyed and managed with a straight face, “Feel like dancing?” He sighed through his nose and tipped his fedora up to stare her down. She merely held out the pan.
“Thank you,” he said tightly and took the pan, turning to leave.
And in an incredibly nostalgic and irrational move, DG tried her hardest not to laugh and waved her glowing palm, whispering, “Make it pink!”
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
A/N: silly enough for you?