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Pick-Me-Up! Drabble Prompt Post

So, I was chatting with dragonyphoenix about how we're both feeling rather morose lately. And we both kind of sighed at our lack of ability to write when dealing with a nasty bout of the blues. But-- I came up with an idea to help:

Introducing Skuzzy's Spander Pick-Me-Up Drabble Fest!

Open To All Spander and Spander+ Pairings, this drabble/prompt post is meant to be a generator for sunny, fluffy, cavity-inducing Spandery goodness. After all, what's a better blues-obliterator than Spander fluff? Nothing, I say. Nothing. 


1) Participants may come in at any time, and post their drabble for any prompt. Once their drabble is posted, they may post another prompt, which other participants may respond to. Participants may post as many prompts and drabbles as they like. I will attempt to keep a master-list of prompts in an LJ cut in this post.

2) All prompts are Things That Make You Happy. Anything. Chocolate. Kittens. Your favorite stuffed teddy that you've had since you were five. Anything that can pick you up from a bad mood, or at least help you cope. Words, pictures, quotes, etc. All of it is accepted. 

3) NO UNHAPPY ENDINGS! All drabbles must end on a positive note. This post is meant to cheer people up!

4) All Posts Are Drabbles, Ficlets, or One-Shots. What is a drabble? (obviously it's your work, and you may expand upon it, but I'd prefer it if gigantic multichapter epics not play out in my comment threads here.) 

Starter Prompts

Erotic Fiction
Orange Juice
Raw Cookie Dough

Prompt Master-List

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth"
Erotic Fiction
Hugs As Currency
Orange Juice
Raw Cookie Dough
Unexpected Packages in the Mail
Watching Ducks Waddle

Happy, Fluffy Spandering!


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Nov. 11th, 2011 03:46 am (UTC)
Prompt: Rainbow

1. The Trapper Keeper was Willow's, originally. It was purple and covered in rainbows with the kind of intensity only Lisa Frank could manage. It was breathtaking.

It was bequeathed to Xander in eighth grade. He couldn’t carry it around school without being called a fag, but those stupid rainbows made him so damned happy he couldn't bear to part with it. Every time he looked at it felt like one of Willow's hugs. Like family that didn't throw you down a flight of stairs because they were too drunk to notice the basement door was open when they hit you.

2. It showed up in Spike's crypt shortly after he was worked over by Glory. Xander didn't explain it's significance when he left it there beside the cooler of blood. Spike was asleep, healing his penance. Xander hoped he'd find it as silly and comforting as he did, thinking maybe he’d even use it to keep a journal in. Since they both pretended he hadn't seen the notebook Spike kept in between the couch cushions in Xander's basement, maybe pretending he wasn't collecting his thoughts in an aggressively cheerful binder covered in rainbows wouldn't be that much more of a stretch.

3. He didn't think about it again until it showed up at his bedside when he lost his eye. The colors were almost blinding to his overworked right eye that was now rapidly filling with tears. He couldn't imagine Spike keeping it. He opened the binder and saw paper and a note, written in Spike's unmistakable, meticulous copperplate.

Yes, I kept it. Willow told me. Thanks for the loan, mate. Your need’s greater.

Your Friend,


Xander let out a little laugh. It was a miserable situation, but with the rainbow binder under his arm, he felt a little more okay.

4. The corridor at Wolfram and Hart was sterile, beige and florescent. Something grungy with the love and handling of a decade looked as out of place as he imagined he did, strolling past the three piece suits at two in the afternoon in his eye patch and too long hair and frayed flannel and cargo pants.

He hoped so, anyway.

Spike was bandaged and pale in the hospital bed, hooked to an IV of blood and other fluids. He looked small and tired and sad. He looked up as Xander entered.

"Hey," he said. “Came by to give you this."

5. Spike looked at the binder and almost smiled before he tried to reach for it with hands that wouldn't respond. He let out a roar of frustration but Xander stepped forward and took his hand instead. He set the binder on Spike’s legs.

Spike looked down to where their hands were joined. "Thank you,” he whispered.

Xander shrugged but bravely met the sincerity in Spike's eyes. "You earned it."

"Wasn't talking about the rainbows, mate."

Xander placed a warm hand on an undamaged forearm. "I know. You earned that too."

Xander placed Spike's hand over the Trapper Keeper.

Spike smiled.
Nov. 11th, 2011 04:48 am (UTC)

Also, for doing FIVE!


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Nov. 11th, 2011 03:51 am (UTC)
My prompt, should someone choose to accept it, is Oboe.
Nov. 11th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
The Punk Duck Machine (Five for Five)

1) In the fifth grade, Jesse and Xander discovered a way to permanently, and legally, skip gym: music class. The school allowed gym and music to be held at the same time, and any student who was musically inclined could fill out a nice pink form and get immediate, total absolution from dodgeball and running laps. Awesome. All you had to do was pick an instrument. And since Jesse's parents could afford it and Xander's (well, Xander) could not, Jesse got a brand new, gleaming chick magnet-- a guitar-- and Xander was stuck with whatever they had in the spare closet.

2) The oboe was long and oddly shaped, not really a flute, sort of like a sax without the, uh, sax. It was old, too. No one had cleaned it since at least the eighties. But when he picked it up and tried a note-- any note, he wasn't choosy-- the sound that came was loud and strong and kind of like a duck serenade. Jesse thought it was weird-sounding until he figured out how to play the familiar hook from “London Calling”. That's when he started calling it his “Punk Duck Machine”. Or PDM, for short.

3) Xander didn't really care about the oboe for a really long time. Jesse thought it was funny, and sometimes he would ask Xander if he could learn something-or-other so that he could hear the way it sounded coming out of the PDM. And Xander invariably would, playing out the first notes he could pick out before dropping the thing on Jesse's bed, giggling along with him. Everything sounded better through it, or more hilarious as the case may be. He never played it at home, always left it at Jesse's, and was always thankful that Jesse never asked why.

4) The day Jesse kissed him, he was trying to play something... something stupid, something by the Beatles, he couldn't remember what. But it didn't really matter, because the song was never there. He managed one note before Jesse laid a hand on his shoulder and made him turn his head, and there it was. Not his first kiss, but the first kiss to ever wake him up, turn him on, make him feel like he never wanted to stop. He remembers dropping the oboe to the blanket on the floor. Not much else, except the hand in his pants.

5) Spike found his oboe one day, stuffed in his closet, and after a night of slaying, running, and getting himself covered in goop, it was possibly the most hilarious thing he'd ever seen. God, all of a sudden, memories hit him like a brick to the back of the head. He took it out of its case and found it in need of a clean, but he grinned and dropped into bed, closing his eyes and playing the first notes of “London Calling”. Quirking an eyebrow, Spike stared for a while. Then dropped to the bed beside him.
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Nov. 11th, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC)
I loved this very much. *sniff*
Nov. 11th, 2011 06:40 pm (UTC)
Nov. 11th, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC)
So very very sweet and heart breaking.

Loved every word - you made my morning - thank you so much for sharing

Nov. 11th, 2011 09:42 pm (UTC)
Just great.
Nov. 11th, 2011 10:16 pm (UTC)
double drabble for raw cookie dough prompt
There was no way I was getting this even close to 100 words.
As for my prompt, I saw leaves falling today and thought of some words from an e. e. cummings poem: except for the little green leaves on the trees and the wind across the water.
My prompt suggestion is leaves.

As Xander tossed his jacket onto the couch, his head turned toward the humming. Two steps to the right showed him Spike, back turned toward him, washing dishes. Xander’s eyes widened as he ran to the kitchen. “Cookie dough.” Grabbing a spoon, he dug in.

“You know I didn’t make that for you.”

“Why’re you here then?”

“Crypt doesn’t have an oven, does it?”

As Spike leaned back against the counter, a Big Bad smirk on his lips, Xander noticed the measuring cup. “Hey, is that blood? Wait, why is there blood?” Spike tilted his head; his grin grew wider. “You’re letting me eat blood?” Xander exclaimed

Spike shrugged. “You scarfed down enough last week.”

“There was blood in those cookies?” After a quick glare, Xander grabbed the phone. “Dawnie? Spike’s been bitching and moaning, something about over a century of undeath and yet he’s never had a truly unique meal.” After a pause, he added, “Yeah, I know, that’s what I asked. Apparently he doesn’t think you’re up to the challenge.”

As Xander yanked the squealing phone away, he turned toward Spike and said, “Just because I’m a white hat, that doesn’t mean I can’t out-evil the Big Bad.”
Nov. 11th, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC)
Re: double drabble for raw cookie dough prompt
*giggles* Ooooh, I ALMOST feel bad for Spike. Almost. But not quite.

Thank you for drabbling, hon! Now don't forget to prompt!
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Nov. 11th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
How To
Prompt: Erotic fiction

“What’s this?”
Xander didn’t move fast enough, and Spike plucked the book out of his hands. “Hey!” Xander sputtered.
“And here I thought you only read comic books.” Spike’s evil smile turned up at least three notches when he got a good look at the book’s cover. “Manhandled, is it?”
“I … it was an accident. I was looking in the How-To section at the bookstore and this book was there and I thought maybe it had something to do with, um, home improvement and …”
Spike tossed the book aside. “If you wanted lessons, you only had to ask, pet.”
Nov. 11th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's just adorable. Lucky, lucky Xander... With a tutor like Spike, he's definitely going to learn how to, uh, Manhandle...
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Nov. 11th, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
New prompt: unexpected packages in the mail
Nov. 12th, 2011 03:35 pm (UTC)
Unexpected packages in the mail
"We got a package."

Xander snatched the small box away from the undead moocher wandering in the door. "And by 'we' you mean, ME, the person who actually lives h- oh." His rant was cut short when he noticed that the scrawled address lable did indeed read 'Xander and Spike'.

"Yeah, oh, though I suppose as the tenant of record in this basement abode, you can open it."

"Who would send a package to both of us?" He tore open the generic UPSP box as Spike pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his coat and set it on the coffee table.

The vampire took an overt sniff and shrugged. "I'd say Dogboy. Aside from the lingering weed, he's the only one knows I might be found here who is far enough away to need to send mail."

Xander grabbed the bottle and took a quick swig. He was too sober to acknowledge any ongoing reasons for Spike to be found in his basement. Thus fortified, he opened the package to find an empty Jack Daniels bottle and a roach clip holding only the tiny end scrap of a joint. Puzzled he pulled the note out from underneath and read it.

"Guys, wanted to thank you, it was just what I needed after the White Room and the thing with Wills. I'll be in town for the Fourth... Do you think we could try it sober?"

Spike held very still, obviously unsure if Xander would be able to deal peacefully with even the oblique reference without the plausible deniabilty of a good buzz. After a long moment of looking at the empty bottle in the box, the young man picked up the full one from the table, only to reseal it.

"Oz usually has pretty good ideas," he said, moving a little nervously towards Spike.


"Yeah, but... not something we've tried... might need to practice a little before the Fourth."

The vampire wanted to smirk, but found himself smiling instead. "Better give it a shot then. Wouldn't want to disapoint the pup."
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Nov. 12th, 2011 01:15 am (UTC)
Ah, unicorns and rainbows and trapper keepers. The good things in life. Thank you for the smile on my face.
Nov. 12th, 2011 02:57 pm (UTC)
One million internet points for the icon. That is epic.
Nov. 12th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)
New prompt - puppies!
Nov. 12th, 2011 04:29 pm (UTC)
New prompt - chocolate
Nov. 13th, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
Sucking (Rated Light R, Prompt: Chocolate)
It was a train-wreck waiting to happen, and here Xander was, forced to watch it all play out in hi-def. One of the new slayers was getting married. Yay, right? To her Watcher. Double-Yay. And, oh yeah, by the way-- the chick's bi. And her eyes have been on Willow's sexy lesbian ass since they pregamed the bachelorette party back at Casa De Slayers. Very focused, those eyes. A Trifecta Of Yay.

Xander had wanted to be anywhere but here tonight. Instead, he was dragged along as an “honorary bridesmaid”, playing Sober Scooby while the ladies all got wasted. First stop? Well, this had to be the dingiest sex shop in London. No wonder the girls were drinking like fish. Alcohol was a disinfectant, after all.

“Ooh, I've ALWAYS wanted one of these!” Dawn squealed, holding up something... phallic-shaped that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi porno. At least it was pink. “Show me how it works!”

“You insert the penis into--”

Yays all around. His mind sighed, tuning them out. Irritated, he headed down the “edibles” aisle, perusing the shelves of candy panties and flavored lube, gummy cock rings, body paint...

He literally froze at the end of the aisle.

Displayed, like the crown jewels in a selection of trashy regalia, were gigantic, almost realistic chocolate lollipops. Shaped like penises.

“Oh. My God.” Xander's jaw unhinged. First of all-- No-- No, there's not even a first of all. This just makes up for everything. “I need like eight of these.” He murmured to himself, plucking all the biggest ones from the display. God, he hoped the Council wasn't checking expense reports, because this is one charge that wouldn't be easy to explain. He paid for the pops and headed for the back to escape the madness of Dawn with crazy alien vibrators.

Behind him, the bride-to-be was in the costume aisle with Willow, pulling on her feather boa and whispering sweet somethings into her ear. Scoffing a little, Xander passed them by without comment. Hell, they can have their little secret.

Xander had his own.

Slipping into one of the dressing rooms, he unwrapped the first pop he could grab from his bag and tapped Spike's number in his phone.

“... Harris.”

“Wanna know what I'm doing right now?”


“Sucking on a big, fat, chocolate cock.”


“Literally, chocolate.”

“... Pet, if I'd been anywhere close to alive, that phrase alone would've given me a heart-attack.”

“It's really good chocolate--” He spoke around it, whining a little when the, ah, tip broke off in his mouth. “Oh. Huh.” He chewed. “Cream filled. Nice.”

“Oh?” Spike purred, and he could hear in his tone that he was feeling frisky. “It's that good?”

“Nah. I miss the vanilla you're packin'. Any chance you can meet me somewhere? We're heading to that club--”

“-- Depends.” Spike's voice was even more teasing. “Give me good reason.”

Smirking a little, Xander hung up on the vampire and wrapped up the half-finished lolli to take out a fresh one. He unwrapped it, sucked the tip into his mouth, and took an over-the-top, slightly cheesy picture of himself with his phone's camera. And sent it.

Spike showed up at the shop ten minutes later. Watching him try to explain just why he was here to a group of drunk slayers with dildos for weaponry, without mentioning Xander's name... Yeah. That's entertainment.
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Nov. 12th, 2011 09:20 pm (UTC)
Unexpected package
“It’s just magic. And it’s temporary.”

A spell to transport Xander and the orb, ASAP. “Think about where you want to be,” Willow instructs.

Successful. Only, not temporary.

“Why here?” Spike asks, when Xander first materializes in the crypt.

Shame-faced, lying: “I don’t know.”

Weeks pass. It becomes routine. “Like a bad penny,” Spike grumbles, not even startled, stepping naked from the shower.

“Or, an unexpected package in the mail.” Offering a positive spin, and Xander’s so not looking.

The fiftieth time is the charm. “May as well,” Spike says, husky-voiced, pulling Xander close.

And it’s...just...magic.
Nov. 12th, 2011 09:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Unexpected package
Oh, nice spin on the prompt. ;-)
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Nov. 13th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
New Prompt: Doughnuts
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:15 am (UTC)
Fic: Unexpected Package
Seeing Xander dozing before the tv, Spike smirked as he tossed the object into the boy’s lap. Xander bolted up, glanced around a bit in a daze before finding it. With a shriek that was everything Spike had hoped it would be, Xander tossed it to the other side of the couch. “What the hell is that?”

After a lascivious lick of his lips, Spike said, “If you don’t know by now, pet…”

Xander looked at the dildo, lying there harmlessly on the other end of the couch, as if it were some kind of soul sucking demon. “I know what it is,” he shouted. “What’s it doing here?”

Tossing the box onto the kitchen table, Spike ignored Xander’s question and asked, “Got something you forgot to mention?”

“What?” Xander asked. “Why would you think that I?”

Spike shrugged. “Dru doesn’t tend to be wrong about these things.” Leaning in over Xander until their faces were inches apart, trapping the boy against the back of the couch, Spike added, “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I, um,” Xander added unhelpfully.

Spike darted his tongue out, almost but not quite touching Xander’s lips. “Need some help with that thing?” he asked, nodding toward the dildo.

Xander frowned. “What do you think I am, stupid?”

Spike took three steps back, crossed his arms, and glared down at Xander, who, frowning even harder, glanced between the dildo and Spike. With an “oh” of understanding, Xander finally replied. “Maybe I could use a little help?” he asked uncertainly.

Spike’s grin came back.
Nov. 17th, 2011 01:16 am (UTC)
Re: Fic: Unexpected Package
Ooops, and I forgot to add my prompt. I ran across an old Spander I wrote with the boys reciting poetry to each other so my prompt is: poetry/poems
Nov. 19th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)
“What the hell are you eating, pet?”

“Raw cooking dough, duh!”


“Have you ever tried it?”


“Then I don’t think you should be judging.”

“It’s got raw egg in it!”




“Let me try then.”





“I can’t believe the big bad just said yummy.”

“Shut up and give me a spoon.”

The End
Jan. 24th, 2012 03:04 am (UTC)
lmfao "shut up and give me a spoon" poor spike, and the big bad loses again
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Nov. 21st, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
Title: Out of Commission
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike gives Xander orange juice after biting him (Lame summary)
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Skuzzbopper starter prompt: Orange Juice

Spike walked into the bedroom a glass of orange juice in hand. “Wake up, luv.”

Xander roused, his neck throbbed and he was dizzy. “Huh?”

“Might have taken a bit too much,” Spike said.”

“Huh?” Xander asked again.

Spike helped Xander sit up. “I came home beaten to a pulp, remember?”

“Yeah… you were caught cheating at poker… again,” Xander said. He let Spike press the glass to his lips and he swallowed greedily. “I offered to let you snack on me.”

“And I over did it,” Spike finished. “You’ve been out of it for sixteen hours.”

“Huh…” Xander said. “So I didn’t get hit by a bus and ran over twice?”

Spike laughed. “No.”

“Okay… in the future we have a limit on how much you take from the Xanman,” Xander requested.

“Hopefully next time will be for fun and not to mend broken bones,” Spike purred.

Xander flopped back down. “Little Xan feels like he’ll be out of commission for a few days.”

Spike looked utterly horrified.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got two hands,” Xander said before snoring loudly.

“Bloody hell,” Spike complained. He then shrugged and undid he jeans.

The End

(Cruel ain’t I? hehe)
Nov. 21st, 2011 08:03 pm (UTC)
Prompt Coffee

It used to be coffee. In order to wake up in time for work after a night of slaying he needed umpteen cups of coffee and a loud alarm clock.

It was different now. There were many reasons to wake up now, all of them with one thing in common. Spike.

Watching him sleep, that body finally still.

Touching the silky-soft ivory skin as it stretched over lean muscle.

Unfocused blue eyes smiling up at him before soft pink lips parted beneath his and the day began how the night had ended – tasting Spike.

After that, who needed coffee?
Jan. 24th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)
awww, this was also all warm and fuzzy too. and damn near sugar-coma inducing. very sweet :)
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Nov. 21st, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
My Prompt: Hugs as currency! In my house, my kids know the easiest way to get around me is to give me loads of hugs and kisses - the best currency in the world!!
Nov. 21st, 2011 08:16 pm (UTC)
Title: Badge of Honour
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Prompt: skuzzbopper's Spander Pick Me Up Drabble-Fest – Rainbow

The first official sign of acceptance and it was all the more precious for that. Not that Spike would wear one, or be that impressed with Xander wearing one. But it meant that his choice was accepted, that even if they didn't quite understand they were willing to respect him and his right to be with who he wanted to be. Trust Willow to come up with this as a way of telling him.

Pinning it to his jacket, Xander grinned down at his modified rainbow badge and wondered how she'd got the tiny white skulls into the black arch........
Jan. 24th, 2012 03:06 am (UTC)
awwwwwwwwwwww that was just too sweet and adorable and warm 'n fuzzy
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Nov. 21st, 2011 08:19 pm (UTC)
My prompt: reading
Nov. 23rd, 2011 04:40 pm (UTC)
I forgot to post this story here!

“Morning, luv.”

“Morning, babe. You made coffee.”

“Multiple times!”

“… Spike?”

“Yes, love of my unlife?”

“How many pots of coffee have you had?”



“Six. That’s not much.”

“Yeah, right. Why are you doing the dishes?”

“Because I have loads of energy. I should drink coffee more often!”

“Yeah, I SO don’t think so. I think that glass is clean enough.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Spike, the Battlestar Galactica logo is officially rubbed off.”

“Oh… sorry about that, pet!”

“It’s the thought that counts.”

“I’m bored, luv. Let’s have sex!”

“As much as I would love to I’ve got to head off to work. Rain check for tonight?”

“Course, you go I’ll find something to do. I think the DVD’s need to be put in alphabetical order.”

“That’ll keep you busy the majority of the day. I’ll see you tonight, babe.”


“Spike, I’m home! Babe? Where are you? I’m ready and horny!”


“Damn it!”

The End
Nov. 24th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
I got one!

Prompt: "Don't Look a Gift horse in the mouth"
Jan. 1st, 2012 05:58 am (UTC)

I *DID* read your last Spander, BTW and I *WILL* comment on the hot points (ALL of them) someday, I promise, but for now

HAPPY NEW YEAR and may 2012 be full of GREAT things education-wise, full of happiness and pride, and also GREAT things Fanfic wise for me to read!!!
Jan. 1st, 2012 06:06 am (UTC)

Honey, you don't have to comment on everything! I know you read it all. <3 Just like I read all of your stuff and... Yeah. *feels guilty*

The year will bring many opportunities, I think. As for you, I wish you a wonderful, happiness-filled year. With lots of Spandery goodness on the horizon. <3
Jan. 25th, 2012 12:17 am (UTC)
A new prompt: watching ducks waddle.
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