Drabbles I owed
Gwen. Owen. Tosh. Ianto. He loved them: every damn one of them. He realized he was happy. With them. With their laughter and their fighting and their stupid, human mistakes. Surrounding himself with these people, Jack could pretend that he was just like them. Not dead inside. That hole was covered up with a bandage of family. It wasn’t a cure, but it was the here and now and it helped soothe the pain of his malady -of his undying malady-like a kiss blown upon a scuffed knee. And that kind of healing was something the Doctor couldn’t give.
“Gah! I’m still freezing!”
“It was an ice demon.”
“Shut up! Why was I the one that got swallowed, anyhow?”
Doumeki gave him a look. “You’re still asking that?”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Ow, I think my fingers are going to break off.”
“Still cold?”
“Of course, moron.”
Doumeki plucked up the boy’s hands and swiftly slid them under his shirt, pressing them against the hot skin of his stomach (which clenched upon contact). Watanuki’s face immediately heated.
“Warmer?”
Watanuki sputtered.
“You’re looking better.”
Watanuki growled and pressed Doumeki against a fence, while shoving his cold hands down the other’s pants, relishing the small gasp from the archer.
“Your hands are freezing.”
“No shit.” Watanuki said, and set about warming them up.
It was the most awkward sexual experience of Penny’s life. Sheldon lie next to her, blankets clutched to his neck.
Penny held her breath, counting backwards from three. When she reached one, Sheldon spoke.
“Well, that wasn’t at all like what I heard. The planet’s axis didn’t alter, I saw no fireworks, and my phalanges didn’t even curl. All in all, I’d say that sexual intercourse doesn’t live up to its hype. I’m surprised you bother with it.”
“Me too,” Penny muttered.
Another silence. Another count of three before Sheldon rolled to face her, blankets still fisted.
“But, you know, one can’t draw adequate information from a single test.”
Penny froze.
“There’s no helping it,” The blanket dropped. “I’m going to need more data.”
“Whut?”
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
Boomerang?
Sokka can’t help but think that he isn’t carrying his weight in this adventure. Sometimes he feels more on the level of Appa or Momo. Good for carrying things, handy in a pinch, but mostly there for laughs. Yeah, that sounded like a supporting character. Sokka grew up dreaming of becoming a hero, but among all the powerhouses he feels more like a clown. When he feels that, Sokka takes a deep breath and tells himself that his friends will need him one day, and he’ll be ready. Ready to be a hero, like them.
Luffy needed Zoro, that was as clear as the fact that the sun shines in the day. Zoro needed Luffy in a way that was softer, yet no less intense. Usopp needed them both. Needed them so bad his muscles burned and his jaw ached from not screaming their names (when hands snuck down his overalls in middle of the night). He needed, but he’d never tell them. Because Luffy and Zoro they were destined for great things. Far greater than what could be accomplished by a simple sniper. And the last thing Usopp would do is hold them back.
There are still five spots available, if anyone else wants to make a request. :)
“Gah! I’m still freezing!”
“It was an ice demon.”
“Shut up! Why was I the one that got swallowed, anyhow?”
Doumeki gave him a look. “You’re still asking that?”
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Ow, I think my fingers are going to break off.”
“Still cold?”
“Of course, moron.”
Doumeki plucked up the boy’s hands and swiftly slid them under his shirt, pressing them against the hot skin of his stomach (which clenched upon contact). Watanuki’s face immediately heated.
“Warmer?”
Watanuki sputtered.
“You’re looking better.”
Watanuki growled and pressed Doumeki against a fence, while shoving his cold hands down the other’s pants, relishing the small gasp from the archer.
“Your hands are freezing.”
“No shit.” Watanuki said, and set about warming them up.
It was the most awkward sexual experience of Penny’s life. Sheldon lie next to her, blankets clutched to his neck.
Penny held her breath, counting backwards from three. When she reached one, Sheldon spoke.
“Well, that wasn’t at all like what I heard. The planet’s axis didn’t alter, I saw no fireworks, and my phalanges didn’t even curl. All in all, I’d say that sexual intercourse doesn’t live up to its hype. I’m surprised you bother with it.”
“Me too,” Penny muttered.
Another silence. Another count of three before Sheldon rolled to face her, blankets still fisted.
“But, you know, one can’t draw adequate information from a single test.”
Penny froze.
“There’s no helping it,” The blanket dropped. “I’m going to need more data.”
“Whut?”
Water. Earth. Fire. Air.
Boomerang?
Sokka can’t help but think that he isn’t carrying his weight in this adventure. Sometimes he feels more on the level of Appa or Momo. Good for carrying things, handy in a pinch, but mostly there for laughs. Yeah, that sounded like a supporting character. Sokka grew up dreaming of becoming a hero, but among all the powerhouses he feels more like a clown. When he feels that, Sokka takes a deep breath and tells himself that his friends will need him one day, and he’ll be ready. Ready to be a hero, like them.
Luffy needed Zoro, that was as clear as the fact that the sun shines in the day. Zoro needed Luffy in a way that was softer, yet no less intense. Usopp needed them both. Needed them so bad his muscles burned and his jaw ached from not screaming their names (when hands snuck down his overalls in middle of the night). He needed, but he’d never tell them. Because Luffy and Zoro they were destined for great things. Far greater than what could be accomplished by a simple sniper. And the last thing Usopp would do is hold them back.
There are still five spots available, if anyone else wants to make a request. :)