Drabble Challenge - Post #2
Wow. Seriously...wow. I am blown away by the reception that the last set of drabbles received. Really, you guys, you make my freaking life with your comments. If there's anything that keeps me motivated to write, it's your amazing comments. I will respond to them soon!
Here's the second batch of drabbles. I hope you like them as much as the last set! *fingers crossed*
And a note for the future: Do. Not. Request. RPF!!
Again, please let me know what you think!
The first set of drabbles can be found here.
Fandoms include: RPF, Gilmore Girls, Grey's Anatomy, Doubt, Harry Potter
Requests by: kitnkabootle , mrschimpf , snoopythepooh , mac_beth13
Title: Fangirls
Prompt: Tower Bridge
Fandom: Meryl Streep/Jennifer Saunders, RPF
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG
Word Count: 259
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I should have specified that RPFs aren't my cup o'tea, but I walked right into this one. I hate you a little for requesting this, but I hope you like it regardless. I went a little abstract in my interpretation just because I'm squeamish about writing about real people…um, so there! *sticks tongue out*
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Nikki holds up her camera, staring at the photo on the display screen. "Can you freakin' believe our luck, Laura?"
"No! Thank God you're such a camera whore…no one would have ever believed this without proof." Laura takes the camera, zooming in slightly around the huddled forms of Meryl Streep and Jennifer Saunders. "They look so good together," she adds. Her girlfriend squeals in agreement.
They'd been sightseeing on Tower Bridge, thoroughly enjoying themselves, when the fates had smiled down upon them. They'd almost missed it, in fact. So absorbed were they in each other and the sights of London that they almost walked completely past the two blonde actresses.
Laura had noticed them first. Nikki, being the skeptic that she is, couldn't comprehend that two hugely famous stars were taking a leisurely stroll along the walkway of the crowded bridge as if they were just blending into the crowd. She supposed that, with both being so well known in their respective countries, that something as simple as going for a walk was a novelty for them.
Laura immediately instigated their meeting and begged for their photographs. Nikki felt guilty bombarding them but couldn't resist. Despite their fangirling, the two women smiled pleasantly, allowed their photo to be taken, and continued on their walk. The couple could hardly believe their luck.
"I didn't even know they knew each other," Nikki says, pursing her lips.
"Neither did I. They seemed so…chummy."
"And look at how close they're standing."
Nikki and Laura grin at each other, speculation abounding in their heads.
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Title: Freckles and Clouds
Prompt: childhood, remembrance, bridesmaid
Fandom: Paris/Louise, Gilmore Girls
Requested by: mrschimpf
Rating: G
Word Count: 252
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I was not expecting to like this so much. I hope you do too!
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"Who d'you think's gonna get married first?" Louise asked, looking at Paris.
Paris shrugged. "Probably you."
The two nine-year-old girls were sprawled on their backs on the grass beneath the jungle gym in the park, staring at the clouds as they rolled by. The shorter of the two fiddled with a blade of grass, tying it in knots until it ripped between her small fingers.
"Why me?"
"Boys like you. They don't like me."
"That's not true."
Paris huffed. "You don’t have to say that to make me feel better."
"I mean it, Par." Louise rolled onto her side. "My aunt says that if you act like you think you're ugly, then boys will look at you and think you're ugly too. So you have to act like you think you're pretty, even if you don't think you are."
"What's the use? When I get to Harvard it won't matter if I'm pretty or not."
"But you are pretty."
"I'm a freckle face," Paris deadpanned, pulling a handful of grass. It released from the earth with a satisfying crunch and she placed the pile on her pink overalls.
Louise stared at Paris. She leant down and placed a delicate kiss on Paris's cheek. "You'll get married someday and whoever you end up with will love you and your freckles."
Paris blushed, an unfamiliar warmth settling in her tummy. It felt like a snake was squirming around inside of her. "You think so?"
"I know so." Louise settled back down on the grass.
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Title: Prada vs. Heelies
Prompt: Callie introduces the two for the first time. There is tension. Addison is as passive aggressive as ever.
Fandom: Addison/Callie/Arizona, Grey's Anatomy
Requested by: snoopythepooh
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 538
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: This is in the same 'verse as the last Caddie drabble I wrote for snoopythepooh. I hope this is what you're looking for - I can't imagine this meeting going any other way!
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"I can't believe you decided to take an impromptu weekend away and assumed you could just crash here," Addison hissed, taking a large swallow of the Jack and Coke she'd made for herself.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," Callie said, her eyes pleading her best friend for a little leniency. "I didn't think it would be a big deal. I…I thought you'd want to meet Arizona."
Addison refrained from rolling her eyes. "And I can't believe that you're already at that stage of your relationship where you're taking romantic weekends away."
"It's not so much a romantic weekend away as it is just a weekend to let loose, get away from the rain, have some fun. It was Arizona's idea to stop here."
"How nice of her."
"Addison, seriously, what the hell is your problem? What did I do?"
Addison sighed, rubbed her forehead with her palm, and looked at Callie. She just didn't get it. Didn’t have a damn clue. It was too late to set her on the right track, so instead she covered Callie's hand with her own. "I'm sorry. It was just a surprise. I wasn't expecting to meet her so soon. I--I'm sorry."
Callie let out a relieved sigh. "So what do think? Isn't she great?"
At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Arizona all but hopped down the hall, draping herself over Callie's shoulder. Callie snatched her hand away. "I want to hear the answer to this too," Arizona said, smiling brightly. She kissed Callie on the cheek.
Addison wanted to pull her hair. "You seem very nice."
"Well, I try."
"You don't have to try that hard," Callie grinned, kissing Arizona.
"Oookay with the cute couple flirting. At least wait until I leave the room," Addison added with a sneer. She took another large gulp of her drink, the alcohol and jealousy stinging her throat.
"I really hope we can be friends, Addison. Calliope's told me so much about you and it would be so great if we could get to know each other."
"Right," Addison said.
"And you two already have loads in common," Callie offered, "considering your specialties and all."
"I'm like the grown up version of you," Arizona beamed.
"I'd hardly use that phrase to compare our professional specialties." Addison bit her lip to refrain from adding that her Prada pumps could kick her heelies' ass any day.
Arizona looked stung by the sharpness of Addison's response. "Maybe we should just get a hotel. I mean I wouldn't feel right imposing…"
Addison waved her hand dismissively. "You can stay. It's fine."
Arizona beamed, missing the look of apprehension that crossed Callie's face. "It'll be great. It'll be a girl's weekend."
Minus the fact that I'll be a third wheel, Addison thought. "Right." She paused, not looking at Callie. "But I swear, if you wake me up in the middle of the night with your giggling or moaning, I will not be a happy Addison."
"Got it," Arizona said, smiling.
Addison looked at the blonde and then back at Callie, who was looking at her with a mixture of confusion and understanding. Addison felt her cheeks grow warm, drained her glass, and looked away.
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Title: Exorcising the Demons
Prompt: protection
Fandom: Sister Aloysius/Sister James, Doubt
Requested by: kitnkabootle
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I wrote this while I was subbing today. I have no idea how I managed to come up with this while teaching a bunch of 4th graders to remember what prefixes/base words are but alas, here it is. I also wanted to make up for the suckiness that is the RPF drabble. I hope you enjoy. It's one of my favorites so far.
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Sister Aloysius is not a stranger to sin. Before devoting her life to the church, Sister Aloysius was a willing participant, an instigator, an expert of sorts. She had a certain knack for sin, and has since confessed all and has been forgiven, her sins forgotten.
There are some sins that she cannot forget, some that demand her attention only in the crisp cover of night. It's the darkest sins that haunt her, that plague her with sleepless nights and vivid dreams.
She does her best to spare Sister James of the ghosts of these sins that creep around like demons. They stain her peripheral vision like a fog. Sister Aloysius has to stop herself, has to pray the sins away because she worries that tendrils of it will coil around the innocence of Sister James and infect her. If she's harsh to the young nun, it's because she must be. If she gives off the air of being unfeeling, it's because showing the opposite would be to contaminate Sister James with the shadows of her sins.
Sister Aloysius cannot act upon these sins as she'd have done in a former life. The temptation makes her skin buzz and tingle with awareness of what she'd given up previous to taking her vows, but she resists. She must resist. For God and for Sister James, she must force the darkness out of her mind.
She will protect Sister James. She will ensure that no harm befalls her. Sister Aloysius is not allowed to love her, but will endlessly give what little she can.
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Title: Out of Reach
Prompt: late night at the offices of the Daily Prophet (after Ginny has retired from Quidditch and writes for the sports section of the paper)
Fandom: Rita Skeeter/Ginny Weasley
Requested by: mac_beth13
Rating: R
Word Count: 409
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I knew you'd kill me if I had Ginny cheating on Harry, so hopefully I found a happy medium for us both!
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Rita Skeeter tapped her fingernails against the surface of her desk, the sharp clicks immensely satisfying. She matched the tempo of her heartbeat as it pounded in her chest, muffled only by the roaring in her ears.
She was too damn old for this type of bodily response to another person. She supposed it kept her young; the thrill of her job at the Daily Prophet had dissipated years ago.
Rita tapped faster, her leg beginning to shake. Her stiletto clicked against the tile of the floor. The staccato symphony of her frustrated, sexually charged habits filled the small cage of her office.
Her free hand propped up her chin, her middle finger occasionally passing along her lower lip in a slow, teasing crawl. The temptation to dart her tongue along the digit was strong but she refrained, knowing that it would be much less satisfying to tease her own finger.
Rita watched the recently hired sports writer shake hands with the senior assistant to the editor, her mane of fire-red hair cascading over her shoulders enticingly. Rita longed to tangle her hands in that hair, longed to see the contrast of green on red.
Ginerva Weasley Potter. Rita was certain that she was plucked immediately from retirement for the sole purpose of driving her insane. The girl had earned quite the name for herself as the wife of The Boy Who Lived and as a passably decent Quidditch star. Rita didn't care much for the sport, but she certainly cared about what the sport did for young Ginny.
Years of handling a broomstick with agile skill toned her thighs; that much was obvious. Rita watched the stretch and pull of her slacks around her legs and backside, the fabric a mere suggestion of modest covering. Ginny was well aware of her figure, that much was sure. She accentuated her assets and in turn left Rita a quivering mess.
Rita couldn't understand where the fascination was stemming from. She supposed there was the thrill of splaying the wife of Harry Potter on a desk and enjoying her like a glass of wine. No. That wasn't it.
Ginny stood apart from her reputation. She would have been remarkable regardless of the famous husband and the sports status.
Rita's body began to ache from the nervous fidgeting. She ached for wanting what she couldn't have. Rita was never wanting for long. But Ginny…tempting, delicious Ginny. She was just out of reach.
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