Ficlet Round Up | Young Avengers
Title: conspiracy
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550+
Prompt: madeline_may asked for popsicle, cat, bra, cell phone, video game and I did my best
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"Normally you're neater than this, T," Billy says, running a hand through his hair.
Teddy just gives him a sort of half shrug. After a second, he tugs the popsicle out of his mouth to say, "Just been a bit busy, I guess."
Billy watches the path of the popsicle as it slides back between Teddy's lips. Then he shakes himself a little, because he's on a mission here. That mission is not to watch Teddy suck on a cherry popsicle, no matter how much the red dye is staining his lips.
"But enough that you lost your cell phone in this mess?" he says, surveying the damage. Usually Teddy's room is ordinary messy, like, dirty clothes, empty chip bags, maybe half a burrito growing a colony of mold. But this is something else entirely: Teddy's desk is buried under a pile of papers, hard plastic corners of DVD boxes or video game boxes poking out at random intervals, like they built themselves a nest in there to make little DVD/game babies. The floor is heaped with its usual contingent of dirty clothes, but there's more than there ordinarily is and-
"A bra?" Billy says, picking it up with one finger and raising an eyebrow at Teddy.
Teddy gives him a pointed look back, eyes crinkling and lips curling around the popsicle.
Billy stares back, raising his eyebrow higher like, Explain.
"Pretty sure that's Kate's," he says. His tongue darts out to catch the popsicle drips from his fingers and it's bright, shocking red. "The other day she came in here straight from the cat shelter and Eli had the sneeze attack to end all sneeze attacks, so I had to lend her some clothes before his head exploded and he died."
"Fair enough," Billy says and tries to ignore that he's half-hard already from the way Teddy's lips kind of pooch out around the popsicle, the way it distends his cheek when he just lets it hang in his mouth. Billy swallows.
"Did you try to call it?" Billy says, because really. He's not sure how exactly he's supposed to help here. It's not like he's Mr. Organization himself.
"Of course I did, come on," Teddy says, drawing Billy's eyes back to him. And, wonderful. Now he's dragging the popsicle back and forth across his lower lip like he's not totally aware he's doing it. He sucks the tip lightly between his lips whenever it apparently occurs to him, and now Billy is all the way to hard and just. Goddammit.
"Would you quit it with the popsicle already, jesus Teddy. I am trying to concentrate," Billy says, flushed and self-conscious and more than a little irritated.
Teddy tucks the popsicle neatly back into his mouth, lips quirking around it as his eyes flick to Billy's crotch, and oh holy shit.
"You're totally doing it on purpose!" Billy sputters. "You totally are, what the hell."
"Possibly," Teddy says around the popsicle. "Possibly." He slides it out slowly and licks his lips.
"You are so so very evil," Billy says. "You are evil and I am going to make you pay."
Teddy just grins, the bastard, and only gets about halfway through his shrug before Billy tackles him.
The popsicle, predictably, goes flying. It winds up landing near the pre-mold burrito where it eventually melts into a puddle of toxic red goo, unnoticed by anyone save Teddy's cell phone, blinking conspiratorially from the desk.
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Title: special effort
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400+
Prompt: Mici said: BILLY AND TOMMY + BUBBE KAPLAN GO. I still cannot manage to make Bubbe Kaplan appear on page, but.
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"She sent me this," Tommy says, eying the large flat box warily.
"Yes," Billy says, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"She made me this," Tommy says again, prodding the box a little.
"For the four hundredth time, yes," Billy says and shoves the box into Tommy's lap.
"Okay, why," Tommy says, "why would your grandmother make me anything at all?"
Billy sighs heavily. "Because," he says with a long-suffering air, "my parents told her we were getting a place together and there was some difficulty with the whole 'alternate magical brother from a different mother also magic' explanation and I think she wanted to do something nice for you because she got the 'part of the family' part even if the rest of the rest of the wires got a little crossed somewhere." He sighs again. "I think she thinks you're my boyfriend."
Tommy makes an exaggerated gagging face, crossed eyes and protruding tongue and blecccch noises and all. Billy smacks him on the back of the head.
"Yeah, I know," Billy says, "but come on."
"Okay okay," Tommy says, raising his hands, "fine, whatever, even I have have difficulty with this whole magical brothers thing, so it's only fair that someone who's like, a hundred and twenty might have some trouble with it too."
Billy rolls his eyes to heavens. "Tommy, for like, one minute, can you not be such a dick?"
"It's just, dude," Tommy says. "I have seen your grandmother's knitting."
"Bubbe made a special effort," Billy grinds out. "Take it in the spirit it's intended, god."
"Alright, alright, sheesh, unbunch your pissy pants, bro," Tommy says. "Do you want me to write her a pretty thank you note?"
"Just open the fucking box, Tommy," Billy yells. He's pretty proud of himself for not giving in to the urge to strangle.
So Tommy opens the box and they're both struck silent for a long minute. It's some of Bubbe Kaplan's best work actually: it appears to be totally lump-free and they can even make out what the picture knit into the front is. It's just-
"Okay, your grandma's great and all, but no way in hell am I wearing this, dude," Tommy says, stunned as he holds up the baby blue sweater. "Not even to be ironic."
Billy sighs again as he looks at it. An enormous rainbow arcs across the front, neatly framing huge pink letters spelling out PRIDE.
"I wouldn't expect you to," he says, and buries his face in his hands.
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550+
Prompt: madeline_may asked for popsicle, cat, bra, cell phone, video game and I did my best
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"Normally you're neater than this, T," Billy says, running a hand through his hair.
Teddy just gives him a sort of half shrug. After a second, he tugs the popsicle out of his mouth to say, "Just been a bit busy, I guess."
Billy watches the path of the popsicle as it slides back between Teddy's lips. Then he shakes himself a little, because he's on a mission here. That mission is not to watch Teddy suck on a cherry popsicle, no matter how much the red dye is staining his lips.
"But enough that you lost your cell phone in this mess?" he says, surveying the damage. Usually Teddy's room is ordinary messy, like, dirty clothes, empty chip bags, maybe half a burrito growing a colony of mold. But this is something else entirely: Teddy's desk is buried under a pile of papers, hard plastic corners of DVD boxes or video game boxes poking out at random intervals, like they built themselves a nest in there to make little DVD/game babies. The floor is heaped with its usual contingent of dirty clothes, but there's more than there ordinarily is and-
"A bra?" Billy says, picking it up with one finger and raising an eyebrow at Teddy.
Teddy gives him a pointed look back, eyes crinkling and lips curling around the popsicle.
Billy stares back, raising his eyebrow higher like, Explain.
"Pretty sure that's Kate's," he says. His tongue darts out to catch the popsicle drips from his fingers and it's bright, shocking red. "The other day she came in here straight from the cat shelter and Eli had the sneeze attack to end all sneeze attacks, so I had to lend her some clothes before his head exploded and he died."
"Fair enough," Billy says and tries to ignore that he's half-hard already from the way Teddy's lips kind of pooch out around the popsicle, the way it distends his cheek when he just lets it hang in his mouth. Billy swallows.
"Did you try to call it?" Billy says, because really. He's not sure how exactly he's supposed to help here. It's not like he's Mr. Organization himself.
"Of course I did, come on," Teddy says, drawing Billy's eyes back to him. And, wonderful. Now he's dragging the popsicle back and forth across his lower lip like he's not totally aware he's doing it. He sucks the tip lightly between his lips whenever it apparently occurs to him, and now Billy is all the way to hard and just. Goddammit.
"Would you quit it with the popsicle already, jesus Teddy. I am trying to concentrate," Billy says, flushed and self-conscious and more than a little irritated.
Teddy tucks the popsicle neatly back into his mouth, lips quirking around it as his eyes flick to Billy's crotch, and oh holy shit.
"You're totally doing it on purpose!" Billy sputters. "You totally are, what the hell."
"Possibly," Teddy says around the popsicle. "Possibly." He slides it out slowly and licks his lips.
"You are so so very evil," Billy says. "You are evil and I am going to make you pay."
Teddy just grins, the bastard, and only gets about halfway through his shrug before Billy tackles him.
The popsicle, predictably, goes flying. It winds up landing near the pre-mold burrito where it eventually melts into a puddle of toxic red goo, unnoticed by anyone save Teddy's cell phone, blinking conspiratorially from the desk.
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Title: special effort
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400+
Prompt: Mici said: BILLY AND TOMMY + BUBBE KAPLAN GO. I still cannot manage to make Bubbe Kaplan appear on page, but.
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"She sent me this," Tommy says, eying the large flat box warily.
"Yes," Billy says, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"She made me this," Tommy says again, prodding the box a little.
"For the four hundredth time, yes," Billy says and shoves the box into Tommy's lap.
"Okay, why," Tommy says, "why would your grandmother make me anything at all?"
Billy sighs heavily. "Because," he says with a long-suffering air, "my parents told her we were getting a place together and there was some difficulty with the whole 'alternate magical brother from a different mother also magic' explanation and I think she wanted to do something nice for you because she got the 'part of the family' part even if the rest of the rest of the wires got a little crossed somewhere." He sighs again. "I think she thinks you're my boyfriend."
Tommy makes an exaggerated gagging face, crossed eyes and protruding tongue and blecccch noises and all. Billy smacks him on the back of the head.
"Yeah, I know," Billy says, "but come on."
"Okay okay," Tommy says, raising his hands, "fine, whatever, even I have have difficulty with this whole magical brothers thing, so it's only fair that someone who's like, a hundred and twenty might have some trouble with it too."
Billy rolls his eyes to heavens. "Tommy, for like, one minute, can you not be such a dick?"
"It's just, dude," Tommy says. "I have seen your grandmother's knitting."
"Bubbe made a special effort," Billy grinds out. "Take it in the spirit it's intended, god."
"Alright, alright, sheesh, unbunch your pissy pants, bro," Tommy says. "Do you want me to write her a pretty thank you note?"
"Just open the fucking box, Tommy," Billy yells. He's pretty proud of himself for not giving in to the urge to strangle.
So Tommy opens the box and they're both struck silent for a long minute. It's some of Bubbe Kaplan's best work actually: it appears to be totally lump-free and they can even make out what the picture knit into the front is. It's just-
"Okay, your grandma's great and all, but no way in hell am I wearing this, dude," Tommy says, stunned as he holds up the baby blue sweater. "Not even to be ironic."
Billy sighs again as he looks at it. An enormous rainbow arcs across the front, neatly framing huge pink letters spelling out PRIDE.
"I wouldn't expect you to," he says, and buries his face in his hands.
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