Meme of death!
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munninHey F-list.
I’m trapped at home by a fierce heat wave and feeling listless. I need your help to get me writing so I’m calling out for prompts.
I’ve got a board of ideas but need your help. Pick a prompt and a fandom or pairing and I’ll do my best to write it for you. I’m open to everyone – Tribe, Speed, Bats X-fans and anyone else who might find this.
Please guys, help me get my head back in the game.
Munnin
#01 - Motion | #02 - Cool | #03 - Young | #04 - Last | Top Gear, for tommyboybbi |
DCU, Tim/Kon/Bart for kirax2 | #07 - One | #08 - Thousand | Underworld 3, Lucien/Raze for rekindle956 | #10 - Learn |
Speed Racer, Sparky/Speed, for oxymoronic | #12 - Wait | Doctor Who, Doctor & companion for mladshaya_voran | #14 - Command | DCU, Dick/Roy for byday_bynight |
Marvel, Frank/Matt for Ms_Duck | Speed Racer, Speed/X for oxymoronicOriginal, Dan's magic 8ball for mladshaya_voran | Torchwood, Jack/PC Andy for itsjustc | Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy | Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74 |
Sanctuary, Henry/Ashley for tiwtin | Speed Racer, Speed/X for princessezzy | Speed Racer, Speed for roadrunner74 | Doctor Who, Ten/Jack/Master for itsjustc | The Tribe, Slade/Jack for itsjustc |
DCU, Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume | DCU, Tim/Kon for kirax2 | #28 - Fortune | Marvel, Frank/Matt for ms_duck | DCU, Jason/Tim, for shiny_glor_chan |
#31 - Book | Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, for oxymoronic | #33 - Never | #34 - Sing | DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight |
DCU,Tim/Bernard, for faile_neume | #37 - Time | #38 - Wash | #39 - Torn | The Tribe, Luke for itsjustc |
The Tribe, Ram/Mega for itsjustcTaylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic | Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, for bragi_gwydion | Original, after Gabriel for mladshaya_voran | DCU, Bruce/young Dick for byday_bynight | Sanctuary, Will/Henry for Tiwtin |
Speed Racer, Speed/??? for roadrunner74 | Speed Racer, Speed/Rex for princessezzy | DCU, Dick/Tim for byday_bynight | Marvel, Frank Castle/Matt Murdock for ms_duck | Torchwood, Jack/Adam for itsjustc |
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Date: 2010-01-12 11:19 pm (UTC)Taylor/Speed, Power (I don't know where that came from either)
Sparky/Speed, Blur
Speed/X, Vision
Jack/Ianto, Eye
Any or all of the above, just have fun with them, my love ♥
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Date: 2010-01-13 12:14 am (UTC)Holmes/Watson, bothered for bragi_gwydion
Date: 2010-01-13 03:29 pm (UTC)Holmes ran his fingers over the false moustache, irked by the fact he’d had to make do with what he had on his person. The best of his disguises were back at Baker St which was undoubtedly under guard. Lestrade may act the fool but he would make every show of doing his job, if nothing else to appease his betters.
Infiltrated the hospital was far easier than he expected and he slipped unchallenged into Watson’s room. All the medical phasing poised on his tongue should he be confronted slipped away as he surveyed his dear friend’s condition. Watson’s left side was a fretwork of cuts and burns, shrapnel of wood and steel still showing against his skin. So the surgeon had not yet been.
He circled the bed, taking everything in. Clearly none of Watson’s injures were life threatening. The hospital was well appointed and staffed. Should he have needed, John would have been tended to by now. That gleaned fact heartened Holmes somewhat. In that instant, as the explosion tossed poor Watson like a child toy, Holmes has been forced to image life without him.
Life without Watson. It was not an appealing thought, however frequently this fresh engagement of his has threatened to make it a reality. Even if Watson did quit their shared chambers, at least he would always be available to consult in times of need, no matter how bothersome Watson may find the distraction from his practice.
“I would be lost without you.” Holmes muttered under his breath, surprised but his own words as he gazed upon his companion’s sleeping face. “Truly Watson, I would be lost.”
The click of heels, swift and foreshortened by the folds of a skirt, made Holmes reach for the clipboard, seeking a prop and summoning an accent that matched his garb as that blasted woman Mary strode towards him. “The surgeon will be here shortly.” He muttered, keeping his head low as one would to a lady of regard but her smile was knowing and sharp. For the first time he wondered if it was possible Watson had made a good match after all...
Re: Holmes/Watson, bothered for bragi_gwydion
Date: 2010-01-13 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: Holmes/Watson, bothered for bragi_gwydion
Date: 2010-01-13 10:41 pm (UTC)Re: Holmes/Watson, bothered for bragi_gwydion
Date: 2010-01-13 11:00 pm (UTC)Bwhahaha. I feel like I've been rick-rolled or something. Looking though your interests I should have guessed really. Drew and I spend quite a bit of time last night debating how a stranger might have found my meme. It never occurred to me that it might have been because I invited you.
You’ve just made my morning!
Sparky/Speed, Blur for oxymoronic (part1)
Date: 2010-01-13 11:49 am (UTC)The first time Speed and Sparky got drunk together was a bit of a blur. Pops and the rest of the family were delayed by the storm and won’t make it to the track till the morning after the race, leaving the (somewhat under drinking age) pair to their own devices.
It stated with a clandestine champagne lifted from a waiter’s tray while he wasn’t looking.
The bubbles made them both giggly and bold and they soon worked out no-one cared if they were drinking. A martini in each hand, Speed soon found himself bailed up by an equally drunk and somewhat amorous Taejo.
As the Korean Racer backed him into a corner, his breath hot and heavy on Speed’s skin, Speed started to wonder if this was why Pops always made them leave early.
“Think you’re good don’t you?” Taejo purred, mauling Speed’s throat with wet, sloppy kisses. “Think you’re better than us all?”
Speed whimpered, unsure how to answer as the heel of Taejo’s palm pressed against his crotch. Before he could work out why it felt so good, the other driver was pulled away by an angry looking Inspector Detector.
“Speed? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Speed in his drunken confusion, looked down at the bulge in his jeans. “Is that meant to happen?”
The Inspector was too good a man to roll his eyes but it was a near thing. “How much have you had to drink Speed?”
Speed smiled up at him, goofy and sweet. “You know, I really have no idea!”
“How about I find your mech and drive you both back to the hotel?”
Speed seemed to think about this for a moment. He shouldn’t drive. He was still smart enough to know that was a bad idea so someone else driving was good. “Yes! I’d like that.”
“Well let’s find Mr Sparkolemew and get you both home.” The Inspector dropped his voice, glancing around the party. “Before X sees you like this.”
Corralling Sparky was harder than it looked. Somehow the mech had gotten himself conned into a game of strip poker with some of the Royalton mechs and was down to his last article of clothing. Clad in only his tighty whiteys, Sparky let the Inspector bundle him into a car, frowning as Speed giggled at him.
Sparky/Speed, Blur for oxymoronic (part 2)
Date: 2010-01-13 11:56 am (UTC)“Taejo groped me.” Speed announced randomly as he passed the bottle to Sparky.
“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever been groped by a guy. What was it like?”
“It was kinda...kinda nice actually.” Speed conceded, his brow wrinkling. “I think...I think I liked it.”
Sparky pushed up onto his elbows to look at his friend. “Really?’
“I think so.” Speed sat up, looking back at Sparky. “It was kinda quick but...I don’t know.”
Sparky reached up, brushing his thumb over Speed’s crumbled forehead. “Do ya wanna maybe...try it again?”
Speed grinned up as his friend, goofy and hot. “Maybe but... Taejo will have gone home by now.”
“Ass!” Sparky growled, shoving Speed playfully. They tousled across the surface of the bed, wrestling like they often did at home till they slipped, falling in a heap on the floor.
Sparky pushed his hair back out of his face, grinning down at Speed who was trapped beneath him.
Speed gasped as Sparky shifted his weight, his long legs straddling Speed’s hips.
“Oh...” Sparky moaned as Speed pushed up against him. “That feels...oh...”
“Oh yeah.” Speed sighed, gripping Sparky’s hips as he rocked into his friend, both of them breathing hard.
“Should we...um...” The lanky mech fell down onto his forearms, his hair brushing Speed’s face.
“Faster. Sparky please!” Speed moaned, his fingers bruisingly tight on Sparky’s skin. “Just...oh god...”
“Speed...oh...” Sparky closed his eyes, crying sharply as Speed thrust up against him, both of them coming hard.
For a long moment they both stayed on the floor, their breathing rough and frantic.
“That was...” Speed started.
“Oh yeah.” Sparky nodded, sweat dripping down his hair.
“Should we...?” Speed moved up a bit, his pants sticking uncomfortably.
“I guess.” Sparky got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily.
They both washed and changed, not meeting the other’s eye. “Should I...?” Sparky asked, pointing to his own room.
Speed took a moment to think about it, not sure how to proceed. “You don’t have to...if you don’t want too. You could stay...if you like.”
A little awkwardly they climbed into bed together, asleep within minutes.
When the Inspector stopped past in the morning to check on them both. Speed and Sparky were curled up around each other, fast asleep. He left them a couple of aspirin and some water and wondered how he was going to distract the Racers when they arrived.
Re: Sparky/Speed, Blur for oxymoronic (part 2)
Date: 2010-01-13 09:51 pm (UTC)a mixture of general hilariousness and dkjgfhg HOTNESS there, my love. I ADORE those two together, thank you for writing some for me! :D
Re: Sparky/Speed, Blur for oxymoronic (part 2)
Date: 2010-01-13 11:16 pm (UTC)Thanks again for the prompt. I may hit you up for more soon!
Taylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-13 02:50 pm (UTC)Speed gasped sharply as the silk rope pulled minutely tighter around his throat. It wasn’t endangering his breathing...yet...but the mere thought was enough to send shivers though his whole body.
A few feet away, Jack ‘Cannonball’ Taylor stood, still fully clothed, brandy balloon in hand as he watched to naked teen tremble against the bonds as he hung suspended from the bedposts.
“You see Speed.” The older man intoned lightly, crossing to the bed to run his fingers over the ropes, feeling the meld of silk and skin, “Shibari is an art form, a subtle balance between precision and control. Much like racing in its purest form.” He let the glass slid brush Speed’s skin, the cool surface raising goose-bumps in its wake. “When properly executed – the smallest movement can induce the most powerful reactions.”
He leant in, his knee grazing one of the anchoring knots ever so slightly, changing the pressure on Speed’s bonds just so...
Taylor smirked at Speed came screaming, the force of the orgasm making the youth hyperventilate, his Adam’s apple dancing against the ropes. As Speed fell limp, blacking out as it washed over him, Taylor found himself wondering how many times he could make the boy cry like that before he was truly broken.
Re: Taylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-13 09:52 pm (UTC)gdfkjdhg
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OH my God. Where do these things COME from? sdfkhkjh I cannot believe you used Shibari, it's like you looked into my mind and knew exactly what I wanted. +____________+
Re: Taylor/Speed, Power for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-13 11:21 pm (UTC)Jack/Ianto, Eye for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 01:37 pm (UTC)Jack was covered in dust, his coat torn in a dozen places. His face was sticky with blood though the skin beneath it had healed. His boots trailed mud and filth as he limped though the cog door and into the hub.
But there stood Ianto, immaculate in his dove grey suit, a fresh coffee in one hand and a change of clothes in the other.
“You Ianto Jones,” Jack grinned, “are a sight for sore eyes!”
“I do my best sir.” Ianto replied, smiling coyly. “I take it your weevil hunt did not go well.”
Jack glanced down at his own dishevelled appearance. “Depends of your definition of well...”
“Successfully bagging a weevil without being mauled to death would be one definition.”
Jack grinned again, trying to be charming despite the fact he knew how much Ianto hated knowing he’d died while he was out. “Well...by that definition? No, not so much. I did find some very interesting dirt though.”
Ianto glanced at the mudded footprints that marred his otherwise pristine hub. “And will you be required assistance with that fascinating filth sir.”
The others wouldn’t be back tonight and the decontamination showers were easily big enough for two. Jack cocked his head at his lover. “Only if we can play naked hide and seek after.”
Re: Jack/Ianto, Eye for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 07:33 pm (UTC)Re: Jack/Ianto, Eye for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 11:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the prompt.
Speed/X, Vision for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 02:27 pm (UTC)Speed blinked, shaking his head and instantly regretting it as a Disneyland parade of fireworks went off behind his eyes. The car was gone, launched over the edge and into the sea. Only the residual stickiness of the Quick-save held him on the track as it dissolved too fast, failing to protect him as he bounced along the tarmac.
The left side of his body was screaming with pain, his arm no longer answering him as he tried to move. Blood was pooling, slick and hot under his jacket, though everything else around him was rapidly cooling. The steady rain poured down his face, stinging his abraded skin.
Tampered Quick-save. Speed thought to himself, feeling the strength in his limbs leeching out with the rain. I’m gunna die...just like Rex.
A bright light opened up in his eyes and Speed saw a figure walking towards him, translucent and shimmering.
“Hold on Speed. Helps coming.” The figure called, hovering over him as he lay on the track.
I don’t want help. Speed thought but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. I want to be with you Rex.
“Hold on Speed. Just hold on.”
The light vanished abruptly as the medical team pushed their way in. The numb peace that had spread over Speed was shattered as he was forced into a neck-brace and lifted onto a stretcher.
Racer X stayed kneeling on the sodden track as they moved Speed into the ambulance. A gentle hand closed around his shoulder.
“He’s in good hands X.” Inspector Detector said softly. “There’s nothing more you can do for now.”
“Yes there is.” Racer X growled, running his gloved fingers though the dissolving puddle that should have been Speed’s Quick-save. “I can find the bastard who did this and make him pay.”
Re: Speed/X, Vision for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 07:31 pm (UTC)OMG. I've not read any ~angst for these two in aaaages and this pressed all the right associated buttons. ♥ I LOVED IT. Especially blood was pooling, slick and hot under his jacket. Such a (not so) gorgeous image.
Totally not what came into my head, but even more awesome because of it :)
Re: Speed/X, Vision for oxymoronic
Date: 2010-01-14 11:30 pm (UTC)You know me, I just love torturing Speed. It’s those eyes. Make me want to club him like a baby harp seal!