200-300 fandom-prompted drabbles
Note: This was going to be a writing exercise of writing exactly 200 words for each of the fandom prompts given to me, but then I forgot mid-way through and so the last ones are 300 words. They are all going to be holiday themed, or… you know, not.
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Daria
They lied back on Jane’s bed, staring at the ceiling. The day was deader than usual, no people coming in and out of their lives, no school to annoy them with stupid problems-it was almost peaceful. Almost being the key word, as boredom was a heavy blanket weighing them down.
Daria tapped her boots together to an unknown tune as Jane balanced a paintbrush on her upper lip.
Jane sighed, “Boredom at its finest.”
“You haven’t had some quality boredom, then,” Daria replied.
Jane took the paintbrush from her mouth so she could turn to look at Daria as she spoke. “I could find Trent? You can stammer a bit around him and we can call it a day?”
“I’ll kill you when you’re sleeping, Lane. Next item on the menu.”
“You could write something new and I’ll paint it?”
“Did that last week.”
“Paint Trent’s car?”
“Why waste paint?”
“Good point. Paint Trent? It would stay on for at least a week with how regularly, you know, he showers.”
“Why all this stuff with Trent?”
“It’s his birthday.”
“It is?”
“Don’t you have it marked down in your planner with a little heart around it?”
“You’re dead, Lane.”
...
Soul Eater
Tsubaki pressed a hand to the window. It had been fogged up, due to the heat in the apartment, and her fingers wiped trails of condensation down the windowpane.
The Christmas tree should be taken down soon, she thought, as she turned to survey the room, now quiet. It was a week after Christmas. All the festivities were over and done with. New Year’s took place at Soul and Maka’s apartment, and Christmas at Death the Kid’s mansion. She and Black Star had something small and sweet for Christmas Eve, but… she felt a little forlorn.
Holidays were for spending time with family and the people you love. Even if her friends were like a little makeshift family to her, it still didn’t replace the fact that she hadn’t seen her own family, her father, in years. They kept up lazy correspondence, but nothing more. No visits, no letters with hope of a better tomorrow in which they would be together. No, just a general check-in that dealt with studies, training.
So, in turn, she should be more grateful for her makeshift family.
She fingered an ornament on the tree, smiling at her reflection. She was happy, despite it all.
...
Danny Phantom
Sam rubbed her hands together that were mitten-enclosed. She was almost chilled to the bone, waiting at the park.
“Sam!” he called, appearing in front of her. “How long have you been waiting?” He frowned. “You’re one shade away from a light blue.” As an afterthought, he added, “We should’ve met at one of our houses… I’m so stupid.”
“I, uh,” she frowned, pulling out a hand that had been jammed in her pocket to pull out her cell phone. “A half hour? You’re not stupid, Danny. I’m stupid for forgetting that you’re not as sensitive to the cold as I am. You have liquid ice running through your veins, sometimes.”
“I’m sorry. I got held up,” Danny replied apologetically. “I know it’s no excuse, but that’s not the issue here. You’re about to get frostbite and it’s going to be my fault, no matter what you say. Want me to bring you back to your house? You have to get warmed up.”
She nodded, burrowing deeper into her jacket. Danny picked her up and brought her back to her house. He hoped being invisible helped the cold go right through them.
When they had arrived, Sam immediately began to get undressed. Once Danny realized that her disrobing wasn’t going to stop after her outerwear came off, he turned around to give her modesty.
“Sometimes I think you’re one of the guys.”
“Just because you’ve seen me naked and I no longer have shame around you?” she asked incredulously.
When he turned around, he caught sight of Sam only in her underwear heading towards the bathroom. “I’m going to run a bath, maybe get some feeling into these limbs. You’re welcome to join.”
She didn’t even bother shutting the door. He didn’t bother waiting five seconds before following her in.
...
Kuragehime
“I-I don’t think this is a g-good idea, Kuranosuke,” Tsukimi mumbled, her back to the corner of a dressing room stall. “What if someone n-notices? You’re not… you’re not going to look at me, are you?” Her face was bright red.
“God, Tsukimi. I’m looking at you right now!” he replied in a hushed, terse whisper. He hoped that the saleswoman lingering by the entrance of the fitting room wouldn’t notice them in one room together. “I’ll keep my clothes on, but I need to see the end result of what I picked out for you to wear! Got it? If you don’t put the dress on yourself, so help me, I will wrangle it on you.”
“I-I guess… uh…” she trailed off, looking away apprehensively. “Just face the other way.”
Kuranosuke heaved a great sigh, turning around. His skirt twirled with him, as poofy and frilly as ever. He had originally been staring at the door until a glimmer of movement caught his eye.
By turning around, as he had been instructed, he could see her reflection in a sliver of a side mirror while she changed. To the libido and hormones of a teenaged boy, this was a blessing and a wonder. To the emotionally confused cross-dresser who knew he should look away that very instant before his mind wandered to dangerous territory, he was in trouble. Kuranosuke’s insides were screaming when she slowly removed her bra. It was a strapless dress, he understood, but the rosy pink of her nipples distracted him from screaming anything other than, “Breasts! Breasts!” in his mind.
He praised the fact, belatedly, that his skirt was already sticking out. No dress slacks could hide the erection he was sporting by the time she told him it was all right to turn around.
...
Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
The clink-clank of the liquor bottles was only part of the symphony of the party that was in full swing at the Anarchy household. Techno music filtered in through their base’s speaker system, only periodically switched out for some rock and hip hop-it was obvious, by music selection, who was near the DJ at any given time.
Stocking lost count of how many people she saw dancing, grinding up against each other during her walk to the kitchen for more booze. She spotted her sister pulling Geek Boy into the bathroom. The door slammed behind them. Stocking rolled her eyes, taking a generous sip of her Kahlua milk. They would be in there for a long time, if her sister’s libido had anything to say about it.
Scanning the room for a potential tryst partner, Stocking’s eyes landed on a large piece of chocolate cake. Eyebrows rising, she had a wicked idea. What if she took the cake to the upstairs bathroom and just rolled and squished around the tub naked with it? Now, that’s a great party. She sighed, however: there simply just wasn’t enough cake for her sordid fantasy. There was never enough cake for her fantasies.
...
Daria
They lied back on Jane’s bed, staring at the ceiling. The day was deader than usual, no people coming in and out of their lives, no school to annoy them with stupid problems-it was almost peaceful. Almost being the key word, as boredom was a heavy blanket weighing them down.
Daria tapped her boots together to an unknown tune as Jane balanced a paintbrush on her upper lip.
Jane sighed, “Boredom at its finest.”
“You haven’t had some quality boredom, then,” Daria replied.
Jane took the paintbrush from her mouth so she could turn to look at Daria as she spoke. “I could find Trent? You can stammer a bit around him and we can call it a day?”
“I’ll kill you when you’re sleeping, Lane. Next item on the menu.”
“You could write something new and I’ll paint it?”
“Did that last week.”
“Paint Trent’s car?”
“Why waste paint?”
“Good point. Paint Trent? It would stay on for at least a week with how regularly, you know, he showers.”
“Why all this stuff with Trent?”
“It’s his birthday.”
“It is?”
“Don’t you have it marked down in your planner with a little heart around it?”
“You’re dead, Lane.”
...
Soul Eater
Tsubaki pressed a hand to the window. It had been fogged up, due to the heat in the apartment, and her fingers wiped trails of condensation down the windowpane.
The Christmas tree should be taken down soon, she thought, as she turned to survey the room, now quiet. It was a week after Christmas. All the festivities were over and done with. New Year’s took place at Soul and Maka’s apartment, and Christmas at Death the Kid’s mansion. She and Black Star had something small and sweet for Christmas Eve, but… she felt a little forlorn.
Holidays were for spending time with family and the people you love. Even if her friends were like a little makeshift family to her, it still didn’t replace the fact that she hadn’t seen her own family, her father, in years. They kept up lazy correspondence, but nothing more. No visits, no letters with hope of a better tomorrow in which they would be together. No, just a general check-in that dealt with studies, training.
So, in turn, she should be more grateful for her makeshift family.
She fingered an ornament on the tree, smiling at her reflection. She was happy, despite it all.
...
Danny Phantom
Sam rubbed her hands together that were mitten-enclosed. She was almost chilled to the bone, waiting at the park.
“Sam!” he called, appearing in front of her. “How long have you been waiting?” He frowned. “You’re one shade away from a light blue.” As an afterthought, he added, “We should’ve met at one of our houses… I’m so stupid.”
“I, uh,” she frowned, pulling out a hand that had been jammed in her pocket to pull out her cell phone. “A half hour? You’re not stupid, Danny. I’m stupid for forgetting that you’re not as sensitive to the cold as I am. You have liquid ice running through your veins, sometimes.”
“I’m sorry. I got held up,” Danny replied apologetically. “I know it’s no excuse, but that’s not the issue here. You’re about to get frostbite and it’s going to be my fault, no matter what you say. Want me to bring you back to your house? You have to get warmed up.”
She nodded, burrowing deeper into her jacket. Danny picked her up and brought her back to her house. He hoped being invisible helped the cold go right through them.
When they had arrived, Sam immediately began to get undressed. Once Danny realized that her disrobing wasn’t going to stop after her outerwear came off, he turned around to give her modesty.
“Sometimes I think you’re one of the guys.”
“Just because you’ve seen me naked and I no longer have shame around you?” she asked incredulously.
When he turned around, he caught sight of Sam only in her underwear heading towards the bathroom. “I’m going to run a bath, maybe get some feeling into these limbs. You’re welcome to join.”
She didn’t even bother shutting the door. He didn’t bother waiting five seconds before following her in.
...
Kuragehime
“I-I don’t think this is a g-good idea, Kuranosuke,” Tsukimi mumbled, her back to the corner of a dressing room stall. “What if someone n-notices? You’re not… you’re not going to look at me, are you?” Her face was bright red.
“God, Tsukimi. I’m looking at you right now!” he replied in a hushed, terse whisper. He hoped that the saleswoman lingering by the entrance of the fitting room wouldn’t notice them in one room together. “I’ll keep my clothes on, but I need to see the end result of what I picked out for you to wear! Got it? If you don’t put the dress on yourself, so help me, I will wrangle it on you.”
“I-I guess… uh…” she trailed off, looking away apprehensively. “Just face the other way.”
Kuranosuke heaved a great sigh, turning around. His skirt twirled with him, as poofy and frilly as ever. He had originally been staring at the door until a glimmer of movement caught his eye.
By turning around, as he had been instructed, he could see her reflection in a sliver of a side mirror while she changed. To the libido and hormones of a teenaged boy, this was a blessing and a wonder. To the emotionally confused cross-dresser who knew he should look away that very instant before his mind wandered to dangerous territory, he was in trouble. Kuranosuke’s insides were screaming when she slowly removed her bra. It was a strapless dress, he understood, but the rosy pink of her nipples distracted him from screaming anything other than, “Breasts! Breasts!” in his mind.
He praised the fact, belatedly, that his skirt was already sticking out. No dress slacks could hide the erection he was sporting by the time she told him it was all right to turn around.
...
Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
The clink-clank of the liquor bottles was only part of the symphony of the party that was in full swing at the Anarchy household. Techno music filtered in through their base’s speaker system, only periodically switched out for some rock and hip hop-it was obvious, by music selection, who was near the DJ at any given time.
Stocking lost count of how many people she saw dancing, grinding up against each other during her walk to the kitchen for more booze. She spotted her sister pulling Geek Boy into the bathroom. The door slammed behind them. Stocking rolled her eyes, taking a generous sip of her Kahlua milk. They would be in there for a long time, if her sister’s libido had anything to say about it.
Scanning the room for a potential tryst partner, Stocking’s eyes landed on a large piece of chocolate cake. Eyebrows rising, she had a wicked idea. What if she took the cake to the upstairs bathroom and just rolled and squished around the tub naked with it? Now, that’s a great party. She sighed, however: there simply just wasn’t enough cake for her sordid fantasy. There was never enough cake for her fantasies.