Drabble Clean-up :: Assorted Comics
Title: Truth in Jest
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing: Billy/Teddy
Rating: G
Word Count: ~150
Prompt: worn thin (in *three sentences*)
Author's Notes: For tussah
~*~
Billy tugs idly at the hem of Teddy's t-shirt: clearly one of his favorites, because the fabric worn thin - practically see-through - from constant use, not to mention the holes all but gaping at the seams in the shoulders, well, those are a bit of a give away.
Teddy blushes slightly and tries to puff out his chest as if he's not embarrassed (which of course he is; Billy knows what that particular nose-wrinkle means) as he says, "I got it on vacation. As a joke."
Billy cocks an eyebrow and deadpans, "A joke. Well, even if I believed you, which I don't, I've heard it said that jokes aren't jokes unless they're based in truth," as he runs a hand over the skin under the conveniently-placed logo on Teddy's chest, sending little ripples through both Teddy and the cartoon rooster with his speech bubble containing the words I ♥ Big Pecker's.
~*~
Title: Punchline
Fandom: Young Avengers
Character: Billy Kaplan
Rating: G
Word Count: 285
Prompt: But somehow it took forever and only one person really heard the punch line
Author's Notes: For riko
~*~
The joke's always been on him. His whole life, it seems, sometimes, just one long, tedious joke that never seems to end. It just stutters into a spit-take, a pratfall, a red-face, a confused furrow between his eyebrows. A laugh that always hits before the actual punchline, if there is one, which is something he can never be sure of. But he kinda hopes there has to be, one day, in the end, a punchline that will resolve into something that he can laugh at too.
So he learns to deflect, learns how easy that is, once he's learned the pattern of the joke and can take hold of it first. He's heard the joke so many times, he knows where to jump in, where to snag it, where to break it with the right kind of laugh, so it sounds as if it actually has a punchline. To everyone else, at least.
(It's a power, a strong one, different than the lightning he doesn't know he has yet, and he masters it even more easily.)
Then suddenly there are other powers, powers even more about control and how he just doesn't have any. But for the first time the punchline is actually in sight. For the first time, he has to try to pull back on the tiny sliver of power he already has, try to let up on the interruption and the deflection and the need to control that.
But it turns out that it's okay, for once. It's even okay the times he can't quite make himself let go of it. Because now there's someone else waiting for his punchline. And while he might laugh, he knows it'll be because he's finally found the right joke.
~*~
Title: Excess Adrenaline
Fandom: Nextwave
Pairing: Tabby/Elsa
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~200
Prompt: This would really work better if you didn't have so much hair
Author's Notes: For dytabytes
~*~
"You know, this would really work better if you didn't have so much hair. It keeps getting in my way," Tabby said, swatting another long whip of it out of her face. "And my mouth. Ick."
"Terribly sorry, darling," Elsa said. She buried her shovel in the skull-plating of another broccoli man. "But I'm sure that if you really apply yourself, you'll come up with some way to explode around me."
Tabby's snarl turned to a grin as another line of B.E.Y.O.N.D. creatures exploded. She spoke through clenched teeth. "Maybe I could just 'splode you, instead. Oops!"
Elsa spun a roundhouse; the nasty things fell like dominoes. "I'd simply love to see you try," she said, her voice equally fake and cheery.
They turned as one, fighting back to back until the last of the not-men fell. Elsa struck an incredibly unnecessary pose as Tabby examined herself and exclaimed in glee when she discovered that not a single one had left any goo anywhere on her. She spun, grinning and panting, and Elsa smirked.
"Well, that certainly did get my blood up," she said, quirking an eyebrow. "I wonder what I should do with all this excess adrenaline."
"Showers?" said Tabby.
"Shag?" Elsa replied.
Tabby grinned. "Fifteen minutes?"
Elsa planted her shovel in the dirt. "Marvelous."
~*~
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing: Billy/Teddy
Rating: G
Word Count: ~150
Prompt: worn thin (in *three sentences*)
Author's Notes: For tussah
~*~
Billy tugs idly at the hem of Teddy's t-shirt: clearly one of his favorites, because the fabric worn thin - practically see-through - from constant use, not to mention the holes all but gaping at the seams in the shoulders, well, those are a bit of a give away.
Teddy blushes slightly and tries to puff out his chest as if he's not embarrassed (which of course he is; Billy knows what that particular nose-wrinkle means) as he says, "I got it on vacation. As a joke."
Billy cocks an eyebrow and deadpans, "A joke. Well, even if I believed you, which I don't, I've heard it said that jokes aren't jokes unless they're based in truth," as he runs a hand over the skin under the conveniently-placed logo on Teddy's chest, sending little ripples through both Teddy and the cartoon rooster with his speech bubble containing the words I ♥ Big Pecker's.
~*~
Title: Punchline
Fandom: Young Avengers
Character: Billy Kaplan
Rating: G
Word Count: 285
Prompt: But somehow it took forever and only one person really heard the punch line
Author's Notes: For riko
~*~
The joke's always been on him. His whole life, it seems, sometimes, just one long, tedious joke that never seems to end. It just stutters into a spit-take, a pratfall, a red-face, a confused furrow between his eyebrows. A laugh that always hits before the actual punchline, if there is one, which is something he can never be sure of. But he kinda hopes there has to be, one day, in the end, a punchline that will resolve into something that he can laugh at too.
So he learns to deflect, learns how easy that is, once he's learned the pattern of the joke and can take hold of it first. He's heard the joke so many times, he knows where to jump in, where to snag it, where to break it with the right kind of laugh, so it sounds as if it actually has a punchline. To everyone else, at least.
(It's a power, a strong one, different than the lightning he doesn't know he has yet, and he masters it even more easily.)
Then suddenly there are other powers, powers even more about control and how he just doesn't have any. But for the first time the punchline is actually in sight. For the first time, he has to try to pull back on the tiny sliver of power he already has, try to let up on the interruption and the deflection and the need to control that.
But it turns out that it's okay, for once. It's even okay the times he can't quite make himself let go of it. Because now there's someone else waiting for his punchline. And while he might laugh, he knows it'll be because he's finally found the right joke.
~*~
Title: Excess Adrenaline
Fandom: Nextwave
Pairing: Tabby/Elsa
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~200
Prompt: This would really work better if you didn't have so much hair
Author's Notes: For dytabytes
~*~
"You know, this would really work better if you didn't have so much hair. It keeps getting in my way," Tabby said, swatting another long whip of it out of her face. "And my mouth. Ick."
"Terribly sorry, darling," Elsa said. She buried her shovel in the skull-plating of another broccoli man. "But I'm sure that if you really apply yourself, you'll come up with some way to explode around me."
Tabby's snarl turned to a grin as another line of B.E.Y.O.N.D. creatures exploded. She spoke through clenched teeth. "Maybe I could just 'splode you, instead. Oops!"
Elsa spun a roundhouse; the nasty things fell like dominoes. "I'd simply love to see you try," she said, her voice equally fake and cheery.
They turned as one, fighting back to back until the last of the not-men fell. Elsa struck an incredibly unnecessary pose as Tabby examined herself and exclaimed in glee when she discovered that not a single one had left any goo anywhere on her. She spun, grinning and panting, and Elsa smirked.
"Well, that certainly did get my blood up," she said, quirking an eyebrow. "I wonder what I should do with all this excess adrenaline."
"Showers?" said Tabby.
"Shag?" Elsa replied.
Tabby grinned. "Fifteen minutes?"
Elsa planted her shovel in the dirt. "Marvelous."
~*~