Meme Thingy from Bammel

[deelaundry]

The 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.

Comments

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

mememe <3
(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)
(hugglomp)

[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

Placeholder to get me a few minutes to think of a good prompt because I know I'll get one a few minutes after I hit "post comment."

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.

[zulu.livejournal.com]

w00t, me! Guess what I like? *points to icon*

Dylan, perhaps? Or anything else you like with the pairing.

[savemoony.livejournal.com]

I haven't written anything in two months; I so want in.

[photoash.livejournal.com]

OMG YAY!!! :D From Jack Universe -- Wilson and House discussing their relationship post House leaving *or* Wilson post House's death
I'm sure you're completely shocked by my request ;)

[shutterbug-12.livejournal.com]

Oooh. This looks fun. =)

Hmm. Character: Taub, wedding day.

[spoopy.livejournal.com]

House/Wilson. Prompt: If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

[jdr1184.livejournal.com]

Sheppard/McKay

Prompt: Elf ears

:0)

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Prompt? Pairing?

I love you, too!

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Do you want a drabble from me? Any prompt?

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've written het. Wilson/Amber, a couple Wilson/Cuddy, and a House/Cameron! OK, that last one ended with a House/Wilson epilogue, but still. Oh, and I wrote Cuddy/OMC. So feel free to change your prompt if you like. : )

[bell]

Heh, I think I've made it in time. :3 Something about Wilson's and Cuddy's friendship-- or their lack of it.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

I'm nervous writing in your 'verse -- let me know what you think.

***

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.

[savemoony.livejournal.com]

Course I do love! I was just reserving my spot. I am blanking on a prompt (I suspect you don't watch Supernatural... Hmmm... Deeeen Yummy)!

I'm ALWAYS game for my beloved Amber/Wilson/House. :) Some snarky smut/foreplay would be epic.

[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

You don't need to be nervous at all. This is so splendid - the passage of time, the worrying, Wilson lying to himself - I'm sitting here so happy, and I know I'll be smiling for a good while now.

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

house/wilson; prompt: the blues

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

I’m the only kid I know with two dads.

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.

[zulu.livejournal.com]

Dude, you do know how to make me gleeful. Dylan's "real family heritage," and House being worried that Dylan might love Foreman's family more, and Dylan being smarter than Allison and Robert about some things, and and and! I have a big ol' grin on my face, you don't even know.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

FUTURE FIC. Got carried away, so this is in two comments.

***

There comes a day when the prediction House’s “father” made comes true: he really is good for quite literally nothing.

He can’t work, can’t walk, can’t wipe his own butt. He can barely talk – can’t always think, even. Nothing. He’s a lump of flesh, pain-free but utterly useless.

And still Wilson greets him every day with a smile. That stupid Buck Up, Mary Sunshine smile. House is sick of it.

“Nuh,” House says the next time Wilson gets close enough to hear him.

“Yeah?” Wilson asks, as his smile devolves to a frown. He kicks his ugly old-man slippers off – show-off – and climbs onto the bed next to House. His arm goes around House’s shoulders, and his head ducks down, temple alighting gently on House’s collarbone. He reached over to poke at the ugly giganto-button remote in House’s hand. “You’re right; this show sucks.”

The channel changes to something loud and explosion-filled. “Much better,” Wilson sighs, and his body gets heavier against House’s. He’s going to stay for a while.

Asshole.

It’s a good word, one House had forgotten he knew, so he says it out loud. “Asshole.”

Wilson grunts but doesn’t look up, which makes House realize Wilson doesn’t know House is talking to him. So House head-butts him.

“Ow!” Wilson shouts, far louder than the situation calls for, but it’s attention, and that’s what House wanted. It slips his mind for a second, why he wanted the attention, in the glee of imagining a cartoon-type lump arising three inches on Wilson’s scalp, but when that doesn’t happen, he remembers.

“You’re an asshole,” he tells Wilson, who is scrubbing at his head, messing up the preternaturally still-thick still-dark strands.

Wilson scowls and demands, “What did I do?”

“Nothing.”

Sighing, Wilson says, “C’mon, I just – can’t do everything by myself any more. The flesh is weak, you know?” He looks up at House with puppy-dog eyes, because he doesn’t get it. And of course he doesn’t get it; he’s never gotten it, so why would he start now?

“C’mon,” Wilson wheedles, repeating himself. “I hired the hottest nurses I could find to take over for me. Twin twenty-three-year-old knockouts, that makes bathtime a lot more fun than me complaining about my knees, right?”

House snorts and looks back at the television. Peter and Jessica are easy on the eyes, but that’s not what he’s talking about. Not one bit. “Useless.”

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

Wilson’s body tenses everywhere it’s touching House, the palpable sign of the war that seems to skirmish inside Wilson a lot lately – the war between anger and sadness, between yelling and sniffling. He’s getting sick of House’s shit, again at long last, and why wouldn’t he? House was no treat before, and now he can’t do a damn thing. Not a goddamn thing. It’s no wonder Wilson’s going to leave him.

“I just can’t do it,” Wilson says, and Sniffling has defeated Yelling. “I can’t. I’m sorry, House. You don’t want to hear it, and it’s not easy for me to say, but something has to give.”

Wilson’s leaving him, dumping him, right here and now. It hurts a lot, but it’s not a surprise. No one needs a lump, a good-for-nothing –

“If I want to be able to stand long enough to cook our meals, which I do, then I can’t stress my knees out with all the stooping and kneeling that comes with bathing you. And if I want to be able to get out of bed at all, which I do, my back can’t handle doing all your transfers.” Wilson looks up at him. “Not that I don’t like being in bed with you. Just, mobility is a good thing.”

There’s a hand on House’s jaw, a thumb rubbing his cheek. “I’m sorry,” Wilson whispers.

“Dumbass.” Those eyes are so gorgeous, even with the droopy lids and adjoining wrinkles, that House thinks he might cry. “I’m useless one. Can’t –” He’s tired; pathetically weary, to the point of not making it through a sentence. “Do anything for you.”

Wilson smiles. It’s the Buck Up, Mary Sunshine smile, except House is thinking maybe it was never that. Maybe it was, it is, something altogether different. “Breathe,” Wilson says. “That’s what you can do for me. Breathe; be; exist. You being alive makes me happy.”

It can’t be true. It can’t.

“Good for nothing,” House says with a scowl.

“Good for me,” Wilson replies, and House’s heart stings with the truth.

[phinnia.livejournal.com]

i can't stop crying (please excuse any tpyoes). but i think i needed to read this rightnow. thank you.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

I love you, Phinnia! Sorry about the crying. : (

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

So glad it worked for you! :D Huge grin on my face.

[deelaundry.livejournal.com]

YAY! So glad you liked it. Dylan's also a bit smarter than House about a couple of things -- namely, how unshakeable Dylan's love is for House.

[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

I've been rereading it, and yes to the reversal of House and Wilson's roles giving and receiving concern, and yes to Wilson using sex as a distraction, and yes to the lying and passage of time and yes to the whole thing.

This is why sharing is awesome, and I like to think Wilson is mouthing House's neck when House is being distressed. Yes. I could go on, but...I'll just reread it.