Meme Thingy from Bammel
Apr. 27th, 2009 12:17 amThe first ten (10) people who comment in this post get to request a drabble short ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal (unless they really would rather not).
Give me a prompt, too. If you want anything from any of my 'verses (OCs are also OK), please specify.
PS. Going to bed now, so responses will be tomorrow.
Give me a prompt, too. If you want anything from any of my 'verses (OCs are also OK), please specify.
PS. Going to bed now, so responses will be tomorrow.
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Date: 2009-04-27 04:27 am (UTC)(i am a slut and asked for about five of these from various people and if i don't get around to posting it myself i will do one for everyone that does for me because not reciprocating is just the suck.)
(also i love you)
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Date: 2009-04-27 11:31 am (UTC)I love you, too!
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Date: 2009-04-27 04:28 am (UTC)Okay, there's a page of a comic book I can't find, so I'll go with:
House/Wilson, imbued superpowers 'verse - the night sky, up and up.
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Date: 2009-04-27 02:28 pm (UTC)***
A long time ago, before, House knew the height in the atmosphere at which oxygen levels drop dangerously low for humans. He knew this because he had read it in books, looked up as a curiosity among millions of others, a fact he’d simply wanted to have in his brain.
Now he knows it because Wilson flirts with that height far more often than House is comfortable with.
At night, usually. Clear, starry skies hold an almost irresistible attraction for Wilson. Peace, calm, acceptance – Wilson finds a serenity of solitude when flying that House hadn’t thought possible for the man. At night, with no one around, Wilson goes higher and higher, farther and farther away.
“You’re going to kill yourself,” House says. Pssht, Wilson replies.
“Seriously,” House says, and he can’t keep distress out of his voice. I’ll be more careful next time, Wilson replies fervently, eyes grave, every bit inside himself in solemn agreement. Then House and Wilson have sex.
Way back when, just after, House had realized that now Wilson wouldn’t be able to lie him. But that’s not true. Wilson can lie to him, because Wilson is very, very good at lying to himself.
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Date: 2009-04-27 04:32 am (UTC)Dylan, perhaps? Or anything else you like with the pairing.
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Date: 2009-04-27 04:19 pm (UTC)Not the only kid with two fathers. I know lots of kids with two fathers, because whenever Dad talks about going to a family reunion, or buys me an African style shirt, or makes Grandma’s greens, House gets really annoyed and starts talking about me understanding my real family heritage, and calls up a gay couple who’s not mad at him that week to come over and bring their rugrats. “Rugrats” means kids.
Then I have a playdate, and it’s usually fun, and eventually House calms down. I think that it’s maybe, like I overheard Uncle Wilson say to Aunt Cuddy, that House doesn’t like the idea that Dad and I could be part of something he’s not. Like he’s scared that maybe if I love Dad’s family, then I won’t love him.
House doesn’t always make sense.
But, anyway, what I meant to say, is that I’m the only kid I know who has two dads. I mean, dad-dads. Other kids have two fathers, but there’s always one that’s a little bit more of a mom-dad and one that’s a little bit more of a dad-dad. Unless they’re both kind of mom-dads. Sometimes that happens.
Allison and Robert have a mom and a dad, except they kind of have a mom-dad and a dad-mom. They haven’t seemed to notice yet, so I’m not going to tell them. House tells them all the time, but they don’t listen, because House likes to tell a lot of jokes.
In my house, I have two fathers, and they’re both dad-dads, and that’s OK. It would maybe be fun to have a mom-dad, or even a regular mom, but I have two grandmas and an almost-grandma, and an aunt (even if she’s kind of uncle-y) and an aunty-type uncle, and there’s a rumor that the place next door was bought by two lesbians with a daughter who’s just my age. House didn’t even start that rumor, so maybe it’s really true.
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Date: 2009-04-27 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-27 11:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-04-27 05:01 am (UTC)I'm sure you're completely shocked by my request ;)
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Date: 2009-04-29 12:11 am (UTC)It is, by any measure, a great date. An art exhibit provides things both to admire and to discuss, and is followed by dinner at a new bistro with a comfortably familiar menu and an intriguing wine list. The two of them linger over dessert and coffee, and no one bats an eye when somehow their hands become entwined.
Their first kiss is warm; their second is hot. Wilson is attracted, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. After a few moments, Wilson pulls away slowly, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. “Thank you for tonight; I had a wonderful time,” he says with a smile, before leaning in one last time for a brief kiss.
When he gets home, he puts on the ring House bought for him and goes to bed.
He turns down the request for a second date.
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Date: 2009-04-27 05:11 am (UTC)Hmm. Character: Taub, wedding day.
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Date: 2009-05-01 01:46 am (UTC)***
Rachel is so beautiful in her dress that it takes his breath away. There's such an element of disbelief in this day, that he could really be here.
It had been a shock during his residency, to learn so abruptly that he couldn't control everything. It's been a revelation over the past few years to learn what he can control, and even more, what he can give.
To go from such a low point, when failure meant worthlessness, to today, when he feels he's finally uncovered a self that he feels proud to share with this wonderful woman...
There's no word that begins to cover what this beginning means to him.
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Date: 2009-04-27 05:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 01:51 pm (UTC)Wilson’s too confused to say anything, anyway.
The second time Wilson says, “I love you,” to House, House storms out of the apartment shirtless and shoeless, and is gone for two and a half days. When the American Express Fraud Division calls about the strangely high amount spent at Purple Orchid Steam and Massage, Wilson approves the charge.
Wilson doesn’t say it after that for a long time, months, until one day it slips out at the end of a phone call. There is a honk and a curse, and the brand new Volvo that House had borrowed for a patient home break-in in Stuck-up Suburbia needs over four thousand dollars in repairs.
The first time Wilson says, “I need you, you stupid self-loathing ass,” House takes Wilson into his arms and doesn’t let go for a very long time.
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Date: 2009-04-27 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-27 11:29 am (UTC)Prompt: Elf ears
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Date: 2009-04-29 01:27 pm (UTC)***
Lying on his stomach on his bunk in the middle of the afternoon, John Sheppard is reading a new novel. Supposedly.
Actually, he’s enjoying – reveling in, another man might say – the warm pressure of Rodney McKay draped across his back, of lips pressing slowly, lazily onto random spots on the back of his head and neck.
“My sister taught herself Elvish,” Rodney says.
Although he can’t rouse himself to more than mild curiosity, John asks, “Why would you bring that up now?”
“No reason,” Rodney says, and plants a series of small kisses along the shell of John’s right ear.
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Date: 2009-04-27 01:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-10 08:01 pm (UTC)♥
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Date: 2009-04-28 09:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 04:26 pm (UTC)The only concrit is that "say it after that for" is bumpy to read for some reason -- all those 't's, maybe. Could you change it to "say it again for a long time"?
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Date: 2009-05-01 06:55 pm (UTC)Good concrit -- thanks!
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Date: 2009-05-01 06:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 06:57 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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