Procrastination meme.
Mar. 11th, 2010 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
munninI’m dodging essays as you can tell
Put your MP3 player/Playlist/whatever on shuffle,
List the first five songs that come up.
Write something, anything based what comes up.
Pass it around.
Song List:
1. Franz Ferdinand - Take me out.
G. Stalker!Timmy. Introspective.
2. Elvis vs JXL - Little less conversation.
NC-17. Dick/Tim. Porn
3. The Herd - We can’t hear you.
PG-13. Dick/Tim in a dress. Crack.
4. Custom Kings - Red sails.
PG-13. Bruce/Dick. Angst.
5. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Make You Feel Better
PG-13. Dick/Tim/Roy. H/C
Franz Ferdinand - Take me out. G. Stalker!Timmy. Introspective.
He leant into the crumbling brick, making sure the shadows covered both his face and the scope. He’d been watching the last month and he knew the pattern now; he could map out all of the dynamic duo’s patrol routes in his head. Here on the third floor balcony of the Hakin’s building he would have a perfect view as they passed him.
The lens sat warm and familiar against his cheek, snug as an extension of his own eye. He was getting use to being still, the holding one spot for as long as he had to.
Half the night passed before anything happened. The city’s constant false dawn kept him company as he stretched and flexed his muscles, keeping them from cramping up. Several times he wondered if he’d gotten it wrong, if he’d made some mistake about the patterns. The night passed too slow.
A flash of red caught his eye and he tracked it – curl and float of Robin’s cape fascinated him, as did the way Batman swung just a little behind him, keeping Robin safe and covered. The shutter sung its own song, a high speed counterpoint to his own heartbeat.
Batman glanced over his shoulder almost looking straight at him and his heart just about stopped. But the moment and the dynamic duo passed, leaving him breathing hard. Tim rolled onto his stomach and let out a slow sigh, pulling himself together.
Batman reached for his headset. “Report.”
From the other side of the buildings Dick touched his ear. “Stand down. It’s not a sniper.” He lowered his own lens. “Just a kid with a camera. I think you’ve got a fan.”
Elvis vs JXL - Little less conversation. NC-17. Dick/Tim. Porn
Dick ran his hands through Tim’s hair, pushing the dark curls back from the youth’s face. “Tim, baby brother. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He braced his hips against Tim’s, holding them flush. “I’ll look after you, I promise.”
Tim growled, pushing up against Dick’s hands, against his body. “Dick, just do it. Please? For fuck’s sake, just take me.”
A little more bite and a little less bark
“I’m going to make this good for you Timmy.” Dick crowned, leaning in to graze kisses over Tim’s flushed throat.
“Stop promising Dick.” Tim whined, fighting Dick’s teasing with rough biting kisses. “Just fuck me! I want this, I want it now.”
Dick pulled his fingers out slowly; taking his time to be sure Tim was ready. He slicked himself up thoroughly, positioning himself as he touched Tim’s face. “Tell me again baby, tell me you’re sure.”
Tim threw his head back and cried with pleasure as Dick finally, finally gave him what he wanted.
3. The Herd - We can’t hear you. PG-13. Dick/Tim in a dress. Crack.
Dick shook his wet hair out, spraying droplets across the mirror.
“Dick!” Tim growled, leaning in to apply his mascara with infinitesimal care. “You’re going to mess up my makeup.”
Dick tisked, running a leisurely hand down Tim’s satin clad flank. “You look stunning babe. Stop fussing.” He glanced at his watch. “Come on, we have a rendezvous to make.”
The club was hot and loud and all the things Tim hated and yet, in the heels and stockings he moved perfectly though the crowd – like a natural clubber. Dick could do nothing but follow, fighting to keep his eyes peeled and scan the club rather than stare at Tim’s ass in that dress.
They broke off, moved in tandem to cover the club in over lapping sweeps, hunting through the crowd for the face they were looking for.
“I’ve got nothing.” Tim muttered, meeting Dick on the dance floor, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm with the music. Dick wanted to pull Tim closer but they were on a mission and neither of them could risk dropping their guard.
Tim shifted, pressing a finger to his ear. “Damn.” He swore under his breath. “Contact from O. The target has been waylaid.”
“Terminally?” Dick asked, leaning in close, one hand slipping around Tim’s waist.
“Temporarily. The GCPD picked him up for speeding. B’s on his way to intercept.” Tim seemed mildly annoyed. Dick wasn’t sure if it was over the case or the fact his hand was currently cupping Tim’s ass.
“Seems we’re off the hook for the night.” Dick purred, free to enjoy the fact his baby brother looked stunning in the midnight blue cocktail dress. “Might as well enjoy ourselves.”
Tim wrapped his arms around Dick’s neck, pulling him close to slide his knee between Dick’s thighs. “If you don’t stop groping me in public,” he growled, every inch a Bat, “I’m going to do something very, very unpleasant to you.”
Dick’s hands moved up to Tim’s waist without consulting his brain.
Tim grinned darkly. So the bat-voice was hardwired. “Perhaps we should continue this dance somewhere more...private.”
“Oh baby.” Dick smirked, “I’ll follow those legs anywhere!”
4. Custom Kings - Red sails. PG-13. Bruce/Dick. Angst.
Dick drifted from room to room, no longer afraid to get lost has he once had as a child. When Bruce first brought him here, the chalk still fresh on his hands – the Manor had seemed frighteningly and impossibly huge. It was like a maze that held some monster that was just waiting for him to take a wrong turn. It’s taken years for it to feel like a home and even now there were rooms, whole floors that felt foreign to Dick.
But that feeling of belonging went away. He and Bruce fought bitterly and suddenly the Manor no longer felt like home. It felt like an oppressive mass, an extension of Bruce’s control over him. The day he had hefted his bag and walked away, it felt like the house itself had spat him out.
But now he was back, his arm broken in two places and busted ribs from a bad fall. It was Alfred who found out, Alfred who came to pick him up from the hospital, who talked him into coming back to the Manor so they could look after him. They, as if Bruce had any say in it. This was all Alfred’s doing. Bruce made that pretty clear with the empty greeting and cold handshake when he arrived that he didn’t want this, that Dick was an unwelcome guest in what had once been his home.
There had been a time he’d been happy here. When being Robin, when being Bruce’s ward had been the best thing in the world. He’d loved Bruce with all his heart and all the enthusiasm of a child but a child he had remained to Bruce, even as he bloomed into adulthood.
Love had turned to bitterness then and the longings of a teenage boy had turned to ire for a mentor who couldn’t see the different between love and hero-worship.
I spent the better half of a year trying to get it
“You got lost in here.” Bruce said quietly from behind him. “Do you remember?”
Dick ran his hand over the polished wood table. “I got scared by the armour and climbed up into the showcase to hide.” His answer was flat and cold, not wanting to look at his former mentor. “You said you’d take the statue I broke out of my inheritance. I suppose you want me to pay you back for that now?”
“It’s not important.” Bruce brushed a hand over his shoulder, frowning as Dick jerked away. “I was so worried for you that day. Only Alfred’s immense calm stopped me from panicking and calling the police.”
“At least you don’t have to worry about wasting time looking for me now.” Dick muttered darkly.
Bruce replied quietly. “You’ve only been home a day and I’ve lost you already.”
Dick turned, his dark eyes shining with anger. “You drove me away Bruce. You made it clear this morning that I wasn’t welcome here. How can I call this home?”
Bruce brought his hand up to cup Dick’s cheek. “I never... I never meant for things to get this bad between us.”
“I loved you.” Dick hissed.
“I know.” Bruce said sadly. “And I loved you. That’s why I drove you away.”
Dick jerked back as if burnt. “You...you loved me? The way you treated me...”
“I was afraid to let you too close.”
“Why?” Dick demanded, grabbing Bruce’s lapels. “Were you afraid I hurt you? That I’d ruin your playboy reputation?”
Bruce sighed painfully. “Quite the opposite. You were my ward, my son. So young, so beautiful. I couldn’t allow my base thoughts to taint you.”
Dick reeled back, catching the table edge against his plastered arm, wincing in pain as Bruce reached to steady him. “Why now? Why...” He was breathless and spinning, his chest throbbing with the wild beat of his heart.
“I can’t...” Bruce started, lowering them both to the floor carefully as Dick’s knees gave out. “I couldn’t keep it from you any longer. I realised this morning how much it hurt not to be able to hug you when you arrived, to hold you and tell you it was going to be alright.”
“Is it?” Dick asked, a bitter little laugh spilling over his lips. “Is it going to be alright Bruce?”
Bruce looked at him with earned eyes. “If you’ll let me make it up to you, if you let me show you how truly and deeply I love you then...maybe...”
Dick smiled, genuinely this time. “I’m willing to accept maybe.”
5. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Make You Feel Better. PG-13. Dick/Tim/Roy. H/C
“Got him?” Dick called, leaping into the driver’s seat as Roy manoeuvred Tim into the back.
“Yep.” The archer muttered, buckling the limp youth in. “Punch it.”
The Redbird shot forward, driving them back into their seats.
“Cave?” Roy asked.
“Too far. He has a nest nearby.” Dick punched a button on the Redbird’s controls. “O, I need you to over-ride the securities on Robin’s nest. We’re coming in hot and hard and I don’t want to get cut don’t by one of his clever little traps.”
“Is he alright?” Even Oracle’s computer voice carried a note of worry.
“He will be. Arsenal and I’ll make sure of that.” Dick met Roy’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. The archer nodded tightly. They could do this, they had to do this - it was what they did.
“Security systems bypassed. Let me know if you need anything at all.”
“Thanks O.” Dick dropped the car into the hidden driveway, pulling up hard as they levelled with the nest’s entrance.
Dick ran ahead, opening doors as Roy carried Tim into the flat, following Dick’s lead into the bathroom.
The aerialist stripped off in record time, taking Tim from Roy and motioning him to do the same. “We’ve got to get all trace of the poison off us before we do anything else.” Between them they dragged Tim into the shower, shedding his clothes and holding him under the spray.
Roy wrapped his arms around the unconscious youth, holding Tim up as Dick washed him off, moving swiftly to get the yellow gunk off his skin.
Tim’s eyelids fluttered and he moaned painfully as Dick’s hands ghosted over him.
“It’s alright littlewing.” Roy whispered, adjusting his grip as Tim stated to come to. “We’re going to look after you.”
“I feel...I...” Tim stuttered, letting himself be turned in Roy’s arms as Dick rinsed his hair. He blushed, trying to move away as he felt his rock-hard erection brush over the archer’s hip. “Ivy...I couldn’t...”
“I know babybird.” Dick whispered, pressing against him. “It’s alright. Just trust us. We’ll take care of you.” He ran a hand up Tim’s thigh, feeling the youth shudder as his skin burned with lust. “We’ll make you feel better.”
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Put your MP3 player/Playlist/whatever on shuffle,
List the first five songs that come up.
Write something, anything based what comes up.
Pass it around.
Song List:
1. Franz Ferdinand - Take me out.
G. Stalker!Timmy. Introspective.
2. Elvis vs JXL - Little less conversation.
NC-17. Dick/Tim. Porn
3. The Herd - We can’t hear you.
PG-13. Dick/Tim in a dress. Crack.
4. Custom Kings - Red sails.
PG-13. Bruce/Dick. Angst.
5. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Make You Feel Better
PG-13. Dick/Tim/Roy. H/C
Franz Ferdinand - Take me out. G. Stalker!Timmy. Introspective.
So if you're lonely,
You know I'm here waiting for you.
You know I'm here waiting for you.
He leant into the crumbling brick, making sure the shadows covered both his face and the scope. He’d been watching the last month and he knew the pattern now; he could map out all of the dynamic duo’s patrol routes in his head. Here on the third floor balcony of the Hakin’s building he would have a perfect view as they passed him.
I'm just a cross-hair,
I'm just a shot away from you.
I'm just a shot away from you.
The lens sat warm and familiar against his cheek, snug as an extension of his own eye. He was getting use to being still, the holding one spot for as long as he had to.
I say you don't show,
Don't move, time is slow.
I say... take me out.
Don't move, time is slow.
I say... take me out.
Half the night passed before anything happened. The city’s constant false dawn kept him company as he stretched and flexed his muscles, keeping them from cramping up. Several times he wondered if he’d gotten it wrong, if he’d made some mistake about the patterns. The night passed too slow.
I say you don't know,
You say you don't know,
I say... take me out.
You say you don't know,
I say... take me out.
A flash of red caught his eye and he tracked it – curl and float of Robin’s cape fascinated him, as did the way Batman swung just a little behind him, keeping Robin safe and covered. The shutter sung its own song, a high speed counterpoint to his own heartbeat.
If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
Come on... Take me out
If eyes move this can die
Come on... Take me out
Batman glanced over his shoulder almost looking straight at him and his heart just about stopped. But the moment and the dynamic duo passed, leaving him breathing hard. Tim rolled onto his stomach and let out a slow sigh, pulling himself together.
I know I won't be leaving here,
I know I won't be leaving here,
I know I won't be leaving here,
With you.
I know I won't be leaving here,
With you.
Batman reached for his headset. “Report.”
From the other side of the buildings Dick touched his ear. “Stand down. It’s not a sniper.” He lowered his own lens. “Just a kid with a camera. I think you’ve got a fan.”
Elvis vs JXL - Little less conversation. NC-17. Dick/Tim. Porn
A little less conversation, a little more action please
Dick ran his hands through Tim’s hair, pushing the dark curls back from the youth’s face. “Tim, baby brother. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He braced his hips against Tim’s, holding them flush. “I’ll look after you, I promise.”
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
Tim growled, pushing up against Dick’s hands, against his body. “Dick, just do it. Please? For fuck’s sake, just take me.”
A little more bite and a little less bark
“I’m going to make this good for you Timmy.” Dick crowned, leaning in to graze kisses over Tim’s flushed throat.
A little less fight and a little more spark
“Stop promising Dick.” Tim whined, fighting Dick’s teasing with rough biting kisses. “Just fuck me! I want this, I want it now.”
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me.
Dick pulled his fingers out slowly; taking his time to be sure Tim was ready. He slicked himself up thoroughly, positioning himself as he touched Tim’s face. “Tell me again baby, tell me you’re sure.”
Satisfy me baby
Tim threw his head back and cried with pleasure as Dick finally, finally gave him what he wanted.
3. The Herd - We can’t hear you. PG-13. Dick/Tim in a dress. Crack.
Dick shook his wet hair out, spraying droplets across the mirror.
“Dick!” Tim growled, leaning in to apply his mascara with infinitesimal care. “You’re going to mess up my makeup.”
Dick tisked, running a leisurely hand down Tim’s satin clad flank. “You look stunning babe. Stop fussing.” He glanced at his watch. “Come on, we have a rendezvous to make.”
Yeah, that's right, close your eyes, swing your hips
and fling yourself around with this song on your lips
and fling yourself around with this song on your lips
The club was hot and loud and all the things Tim hated and yet, in the heels and stockings he moved perfectly though the crowd – like a natural clubber. Dick could do nothing but follow, fighting to keep his eyes peeled and scan the club rather than stare at Tim’s ass in that dress.
They broke off, moved in tandem to cover the club in over lapping sweeps, hunting through the crowd for the face they were looking for.
“I’ve got nothing.” Tim muttered, meeting Dick on the dance floor, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm with the music. Dick wanted to pull Tim closer but they were on a mission and neither of them could risk dropping their guard.
Tim shifted, pressing a finger to his ear. “Damn.” He swore under his breath. “Contact from O. The target has been waylaid.”
“Terminally?” Dick asked, leaning in close, one hand slipping around Tim’s waist.
“Temporarily. The GCPD picked him up for speeding. B’s on his way to intercept.” Tim seemed mildly annoyed. Dick wasn’t sure if it was over the case or the fact his hand was currently cupping Tim’s ass.
Let your guard slip, drink, we all need balance
and check out, we rock a party with a stick and a carrot
and check out, we rock a party with a stick and a carrot
“Seems we’re off the hook for the night.” Dick purred, free to enjoy the fact his baby brother looked stunning in the midnight blue cocktail dress. “Might as well enjoy ourselves.”
Tim wrapped his arms around Dick’s neck, pulling him close to slide his knee between Dick’s thighs. “If you don’t stop groping me in public,” he growled, every inch a Bat, “I’m going to do something very, very unpleasant to you.”
Dick’s hands moved up to Tim’s waist without consulting his brain.
Tim grinned darkly. So the bat-voice was hardwired. “Perhaps we should continue this dance somewhere more...private.”
“Oh baby.” Dick smirked, “I’ll follow those legs anywhere!”
4. Custom Kings - Red sails. PG-13. Bruce/Dick. Angst.
Broken homes take so long to fill
Dick drifted from room to room, no longer afraid to get lost has he once had as a child. When Bruce first brought him here, the chalk still fresh on his hands – the Manor had seemed frighteningly and impossibly huge. It was like a maze that held some monster that was just waiting for him to take a wrong turn. It’s taken years for it to feel like a home and even now there were rooms, whole floors that felt foreign to Dick.
But that feeling of belonging went away. He and Bruce fought bitterly and suddenly the Manor no longer felt like home. It felt like an oppressive mass, an extension of Bruce’s control over him. The day he had hefted his bag and walked away, it felt like the house itself had spat him out.
Broken bones take too long to heal
But now he was back, his arm broken in two places and busted ribs from a bad fall. It was Alfred who found out, Alfred who came to pick him up from the hospital, who talked him into coming back to the Manor so they could look after him. They, as if Bruce had any say in it. This was all Alfred’s doing. Bruce made that pretty clear with the empty greeting and cold handshake when he arrived that he didn’t want this, that Dick was an unwelcome guest in what had once been his home.
Bitter sweet love disappears if you let it
There had been a time he’d been happy here. When being Robin, when being Bruce’s ward had been the best thing in the world. He’d loved Bruce with all his heart and all the enthusiasm of a child but a child he had remained to Bruce, even as he bloomed into adulthood.
Love had turned to bitterness then and the longings of a teenage boy had turned to ire for a mentor who couldn’t see the different between love and hero-worship.
I spent the better half of a year trying to get it
“You got lost in here.” Bruce said quietly from behind him. “Do you remember?”
Dick ran his hand over the polished wood table. “I got scared by the armour and climbed up into the showcase to hide.” His answer was flat and cold, not wanting to look at his former mentor. “You said you’d take the statue I broke out of my inheritance. I suppose you want me to pay you back for that now?”
“It’s not important.” Bruce brushed a hand over his shoulder, frowning as Dick jerked away. “I was so worried for you that day. Only Alfred’s immense calm stopped me from panicking and calling the police.”
“At least you don’t have to worry about wasting time looking for me now.” Dick muttered darkly.
Bruce replied quietly. “You’ve only been home a day and I’ve lost you already.”
Dick turned, his dark eyes shining with anger. “You drove me away Bruce. You made it clear this morning that I wasn’t welcome here. How can I call this home?”
Bruce brought his hand up to cup Dick’s cheek. “I never... I never meant for things to get this bad between us.”
“I loved you.” Dick hissed.
“I know.” Bruce said sadly. “And I loved you. That’s why I drove you away.”
Dick jerked back as if burnt. “You...you loved me? The way you treated me...”
“I was afraid to let you too close.”
“Why?” Dick demanded, grabbing Bruce’s lapels. “Were you afraid I hurt you? That I’d ruin your playboy reputation?”
Bruce sighed painfully. “Quite the opposite. You were my ward, my son. So young, so beautiful. I couldn’t allow my base thoughts to taint you.”
Dick reeled back, catching the table edge against his plastered arm, wincing in pain as Bruce reached to steady him. “Why now? Why...” He was breathless and spinning, his chest throbbing with the wild beat of his heart.
“I can’t...” Bruce started, lowering them both to the floor carefully as Dick’s knees gave out. “I couldn’t keep it from you any longer. I realised this morning how much it hurt not to be able to hug you when you arrived, to hold you and tell you it was going to be alright.”
“Is it?” Dick asked, a bitter little laugh spilling over his lips. “Is it going to be alright Bruce?”
Bruce looked at him with earned eyes. “If you’ll let me make it up to you, if you let me show you how truly and deeply I love you then...maybe...”
Dick smiled, genuinely this time. “I’m willing to accept maybe.”
5. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Make You Feel Better. PG-13. Dick/Tim/Roy. H/C
I said now, I'll take it
It's better for you
Somehow we'll make it
'Cause that's what we do
It's better for you
Somehow we'll make it
'Cause that's what we do
“Got him?” Dick called, leaping into the driver’s seat as Roy manoeuvred Tim into the back.
“Yep.” The archer muttered, buckling the limp youth in. “Punch it.”
The Redbird shot forward, driving them back into their seats.
“Cave?” Roy asked.
“Too far. He has a nest nearby.” Dick punched a button on the Redbird’s controls. “O, I need you to over-ride the securities on Robin’s nest. We’re coming in hot and hard and I don’t want to get cut don’t by one of his clever little traps.”
“Is he alright?” Even Oracle’s computer voice carried a note of worry.
“He will be. Arsenal and I’ll make sure of that.” Dick met Roy’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. The archer nodded tightly. They could do this, they had to do this - it was what they did.
“Security systems bypassed. Let me know if you need anything at all.”
“Thanks O.” Dick dropped the car into the hidden driveway, pulling up hard as they levelled with the nest’s entrance.
Dick ran ahead, opening doors as Roy carried Tim into the flat, following Dick’s lead into the bathroom.
The aerialist stripped off in record time, taking Tim from Roy and motioning him to do the same. “We’ve got to get all trace of the poison off us before we do anything else.” Between them they dragged Tim into the shower, shedding his clothes and holding him under the spray.
Roy wrapped his arms around the unconscious youth, holding Tim up as Dick washed him off, moving swiftly to get the yellow gunk off his skin.
Tim’s eyelids fluttered and he moaned painfully as Dick’s hands ghosted over him.
“It’s alright littlewing.” Roy whispered, adjusting his grip as Tim stated to come to. “We’re going to look after you.”
“I feel...I...” Tim stuttered, letting himself be turned in Roy’s arms as Dick rinsed his hair. He blushed, trying to move away as he felt his rock-hard erection brush over the archer’s hip. “Ivy...I couldn’t...”
“I know babybird.” Dick whispered, pressing against him. “It’s alright. Just trust us. We’ll take care of you.” He ran a hand up Tim’s thigh, feeling the youth shudder as his skin burned with lust. “We’ll make you feel better.”
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
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Date: 2010-03-11 12:46 pm (UTC)you have little stalker Timmy. I love little stalker Timmy and then Dick is watching him,guh
And Dick and Roy in the shower with pollened up Tim, yummy
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Date: 2010-03-11 12:52 pm (UTC)I was thinking expanding on the Dick/Tim/Roy one. What do you think?
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Date: 2010-03-11 01:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-11 01:31 pm (UTC)