BTVS: Tara ,1-5/100
Here is my first batch of drabbly (its a word becuase I say it is) storys centering on Tara! Yay! You are overjoyed.
A/N: My friend Katy dared me to make all the titles out of Dresden Doll lyrics, to which I said, "Ha easy." I was terribly wrong. But I think at least these fit pretty well. If you can guess which songs, I will give you chocolate cigarettes.
Title: Still Convincable
Author: Tara queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompts: 001. Dreams, 003. Daydreams, 002. Nightmares
Word Count: 131, 143, 140
Found Her Now
She didn’t believe in dreams. Too often they ended up shattered (Daddy don’t, Momma gave it to me. It isn’t evil, it’s a crystal for protection. Please don’t, it’s special, it’s...oh, Daddy, how could you?). Too often they ended up pushed in a corner because it was wrong to want those things (Dirty evil girl, they said, no wonder your mother died, couldn’t stand the thought of her daughter being so unclean.) . Too often they turned into nightmares (Please Momma, don’t go, don’t go. I need you too much, don’t leave me all alone.).
Tara looked down at the head rested on her chest. She stroked the red hair softly and kissed the top of the sleeping girl’s head. Tara didn’t believe in dreams. But sometimes they came true anyway.
Start Believing
Tara remembered bubbles. Willow’s head in her lap, red hair splayed over her thigh. She had a dish of soapy water to her side, a straw in her mouth. She blew, and myriad tiny bubbles flew into the air. Willow giggled and started popping them with her fingers. “Blow a really big one,” Willow requested.
Tara dipped the straw into the liquid and blew slowly, a large bubble, loving the rainbow reflection in it. Willow popped it suddenly and some of the soap hit her cheek. “Thanks,” Tara said with a laugh.
Willow rolled over onto her stomach, propping her face in her hands. “Everyday should be like this,” Willow said. “Warm and fuzzy.”
“Like a dream,” Tara said, kissing Willow’s forehead.
“With bubbles,” Willow added.
Tara laughed. “Yes. Lot and lots of bubbles.”
After All She's Done
“Tara, baby, please, I’m so sorry, please...” Willow babbled on and on, trying to grab her hand, to get her to stop heaving clothes into a box.
“You p-promised me,” Tara said, angry and heartbroken. Willow stopped talking, her eyes welling up with tears.
“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, baby,” she said after a few moments, grabbing Tara’s face in her hands.
Tara pulled away, ignoring her own tears. “I can’t, Will. I just... c-can’t.” You made me believe in dreams but you lied.
Willow left then. Tara heard the bathroom door slam. Tara gathered up the box and looked around the room, eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, when they had spent a day at the park. Smiling, so happy. Tara remembered bubbles.
Sometimes dreams came true. But sometimes they turned into nightmares.
Title: Numbness Overcome
Author: Tara, queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Mr. Maclay
Prompt: 004. Emotion
Word Count: 176
The only emotion he knew was anger. Tara watched him yell at Momma when he caught her trying to teach her magic. Tara watched him hit Donnie when Donnie said he was old enough to do whatever he wanted. Tara watched him throw Momma’s special magic things around when she went to the hospital. Tara watched him punch the wall when the doctors said there was nothing they could do.
But then Momma died. Tara saw him sitting alone in the waiting room, his head in his hands. “Daddy?” she asked. He didn’t look up at her.
“Oh Tara,” he said, voice shaking. “Oh, Tara. Your mother...” He couldn’t say anything else. Tara wrapped her arm around his shoulder, surprised when he pulled her into a crushing hug. She rubbed his back and cried silently, her tears falling on his shoulder. “I loved her so much,” he choked out. Tara would never have believed it before, but she believed it now. When she cried, it wasn’t for her mother. It was for him.
Title: Perfect Fit
Author: Tara, queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 005. Hot
Word Count: 160
Tara tried to ignore the panic rising up inside her. She was terrified. They were coming closer and closer, and she didn’t know what to do. The vending machine on opposite wall wiggled. Tara looked at the other girl. Her eyes were focused on the machine. It jumped again. The girl dropped her gaze, frustrated. Tara looked from the vending machine to the girl and made a decision. She put her hand in the other girl’s, twining their fingers together. The girl looked at her and Tara felt her face heat up. But the moment passed and they focused on the vending machine. It flew against the door like it was weightless. She was startled, and felt heat emanating from their joined hands. It was like fire traveling from her fingers, down her arm, into her chest, all through her body. Pinpricks of heat down her spine, in her stomach, lower. Tara didn’t drop her hand for a long time.
Thats all for now! Enjoy! Or whatever.
A/N: My friend Katy dared me to make all the titles out of Dresden Doll lyrics, to which I said, "Ha easy." I was terribly wrong. But I think at least these fit pretty well. If you can guess which songs, I will give you chocolate cigarettes.
Title: Still Convincable
Author: Tara queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompts: 001. Dreams, 003. Daydreams, 002. Nightmares
Word Count: 131, 143, 140
Found Her Now
She didn’t believe in dreams. Too often they ended up shattered (Daddy don’t, Momma gave it to me. It isn’t evil, it’s a crystal for protection. Please don’t, it’s special, it’s...oh, Daddy, how could you?). Too often they ended up pushed in a corner because it was wrong to want those things (Dirty evil girl, they said, no wonder your mother died, couldn’t stand the thought of her daughter being so unclean.) . Too often they turned into nightmares (Please Momma, don’t go, don’t go. I need you too much, don’t leave me all alone.).
Tara looked down at the head rested on her chest. She stroked the red hair softly and kissed the top of the sleeping girl’s head. Tara didn’t believe in dreams. But sometimes they came true anyway.
Start Believing
Tara remembered bubbles. Willow’s head in her lap, red hair splayed over her thigh. She had a dish of soapy water to her side, a straw in her mouth. She blew, and myriad tiny bubbles flew into the air. Willow giggled and started popping them with her fingers. “Blow a really big one,” Willow requested.
Tara dipped the straw into the liquid and blew slowly, a large bubble, loving the rainbow reflection in it. Willow popped it suddenly and some of the soap hit her cheek. “Thanks,” Tara said with a laugh.
Willow rolled over onto her stomach, propping her face in her hands. “Everyday should be like this,” Willow said. “Warm and fuzzy.”
“Like a dream,” Tara said, kissing Willow’s forehead.
“With bubbles,” Willow added.
Tara laughed. “Yes. Lot and lots of bubbles.”
After All She's Done
“Tara, baby, please, I’m so sorry, please...” Willow babbled on and on, trying to grab her hand, to get her to stop heaving clothes into a box.
“You p-promised me,” Tara said, angry and heartbroken. Willow stopped talking, her eyes welling up with tears.
“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, baby,” she said after a few moments, grabbing Tara’s face in her hands.
Tara pulled away, ignoring her own tears. “I can’t, Will. I just... c-can’t.” You made me believe in dreams but you lied.
Willow left then. Tara heard the bathroom door slam. Tara gathered up the box and looked around the room, eyes landing on a picture of the two of them, when they had spent a day at the park. Smiling, so happy. Tara remembered bubbles.
Sometimes dreams came true. But sometimes they turned into nightmares.
Title: Numbness Overcome
Author: Tara, queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Mr. Maclay
Prompt: 004. Emotion
Word Count: 176
The only emotion he knew was anger. Tara watched him yell at Momma when he caught her trying to teach her magic. Tara watched him hit Donnie when Donnie said he was old enough to do whatever he wanted. Tara watched him throw Momma’s special magic things around when she went to the hospital. Tara watched him punch the wall when the doctors said there was nothing they could do.
But then Momma died. Tara saw him sitting alone in the waiting room, his head in his hands. “Daddy?” she asked. He didn’t look up at her.
“Oh Tara,” he said, voice shaking. “Oh, Tara. Your mother...” He couldn’t say anything else. Tara wrapped her arm around his shoulder, surprised when he pulled her into a crushing hug. She rubbed his back and cried silently, her tears falling on his shoulder. “I loved her so much,” he choked out. Tara would never have believed it before, but she believed it now. When she cried, it wasn’t for her mother. It was for him.
Title: Perfect Fit
Author: Tara, queenofneurotic
Rating: PG
Characters: Tara, Willow
Prompt: 005. Hot
Word Count: 160
Tara tried to ignore the panic rising up inside her. She was terrified. They were coming closer and closer, and she didn’t know what to do. The vending machine on opposite wall wiggled. Tara looked at the other girl. Her eyes were focused on the machine. It jumped again. The girl dropped her gaze, frustrated. Tara looked from the vending machine to the girl and made a decision. She put her hand in the other girl’s, twining their fingers together. The girl looked at her and Tara felt her face heat up. But the moment passed and they focused on the vending machine. It flew against the door like it was weightless. She was startled, and felt heat emanating from their joined hands. It was like fire traveling from her fingers, down her arm, into her chest, all through her body. Pinpricks of heat down her spine, in her stomach, lower. Tara didn’t drop her hand for a long time.
Thats all for now! Enjoy! Or whatever.