Easter Basket Challenge
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menolly_auThis is my Easter basket for the easter basket challenge suggested by
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flywoman Favorite Characters: House, Wilson, Cuddy (sometimes)
'Ships that sail for you: House/Wilson, House/Wilson/Cuddy, House/Cuddy (if it isn't anything like canon House/Cuddy)
Friendships and platonic relationships: Same as above, and any combination of cast characters is fine (including the amazing disappearing child) although I prefer any story to have House in it (or if he's not in it then it's still All About Him)
Prompts - words, song lyrics, or just the premise of a story you've always wanted to see written:
Anything that deals with issues raised in canon that are thereafter completely ignored in canon
Mayfield era
House's pain/drug use/psychological issues/childhood issues
House/Wilson dialogue/snark.
House and Wilson enjoying each other's company, having fun together.
Outside POV
House's Mom
For kink I like BDSM stories with Wilson in charge :)
Anything to avoid? Please no spoilers beyond aired episodes. No angst involving Taub - including any mention of Taub's wife :)
Which ratings are you okay with? Any, if it's NC-17 I'd like it be for my kink though :)
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Date: 2011-04-15 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-15 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-15 06:49 pm (UTC)"Damn...and here I wanted to write the ultimate angsty Taub fic, where Mrs. Taub DIES DIES DIES"
Please DO IT! You'll find dozens of grateful readers!!!
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Date: 2011-04-16 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-17 02:31 pm (UTC)I'm after darker ones - the addiction type as you called it. The fics when drugs lead House to tragic things, hallucinations or accidents (may be with a hopeful ending, but sad&bad final will be interesting for me too).
Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-18 03:43 am (UTC)How could Cuddy stand it? How could she have expected him to stand it?
House couldn’t help it. Being around small, whining, crying children filled him with rage. The more they cried, the more enraged he felt. He wanted to throw Rachel across the room.
With a smile, he excused himself. Clinic duty.
House stepped outside the hospital to take a breath of air and calm himself.
It was a miracle Cuddy hadn’t seen it. But then, House was used to hiding how he felt about children. House remembered all too well crying, looking up at his father, the crack! of his father’s hand across his face.
“Crying is for GIRLS, Greg! Are you a girl?”
“No, sir.”
“Then stop crying before I give you something to cry about!”
The upraised hand which led to the cringing which led to his father stalking away, leaving Greg shaking with terror. But no longer crying.
Now, looking at Rachel when she wailed, his father’s anger rose up in House and he wanted to give her something to cry about. But there was a difference between House and his father.
House knew how to control himself.
Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-18 06:25 am (UTC)And oh wow that was quite chilling how angry House gets - probably a good thing that House and Cuddy split up if HOuse feels that level of anger with Rachel crying (annoying as children can be:) - although at least he doesn't do anything about it, unlike his father. Something they could have really explored on the show, House's relationship with Rachel but more or less glossed over it...
Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-18 11:19 am (UTC)Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-18 12:05 pm (UTC)Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-18 09:49 pm (UTC)Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-25 05:37 pm (UTC)Re: Something To Cry About
Date: 2011-04-26 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 03:37 pm (UTC)Maybe it was just his natural egotism. Maybe it was just because after all the shit he'd been through in his life, this felt a little like getting some of the good stuff for a change.
He'd always liked sex -- what fool didn't? -- and for him the best part, the part he looked forward to just as much as the orgasm, was that moment when his brain just shut the fuck up, his body took over, and he was along for the ride.
He craved that moment, longed for it -- and Wilson, damn him, knew it, and one of his favorite forms of teasing was to keep House just on the edge, close to the point of mental shutdown, but not . . . quite . . . there. Just like he was now.
House twisted and tugged against his bonds, and Wilson pulled at his nipples (not quite hard enough), while his left hand fondled House's balls (not quite firmly enough) and his tongue licked a slow trail up the underside of House's cock (just a little too delicately). House would have sworn at him if it weren't for the gag. Instead he glared and moved his hips as emphatically as he could, demanding more.
"Now, now," Wilson chided. "Patience. I could just stop, you know -- " he added, smiling wickedly, and fondly, at his frustrated lover. House rolled his eyes.
" -- but I won't," Wilson finished, and with that he suddenly pinched, fondled, and swallowed all the parts of House he'd been teasing so expertly only seconds before, with exactly the right amount of force to tip the other man over the edge of reason and into pure instinctive response.
Over the edge and gone -- and with the best part yet to come.
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Date: 2011-04-18 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-25 12:26 pm (UTC)This was me. I wasn't officially part of this challenge, because I haven't had much time to get online lately, but I couldn't resist the request!
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Date: 2011-04-25 12:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-25 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 08:15 am (UTC)Any suggestions on how to send chocolate would be welcome!
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Date: 2011-04-18 06:43 pm (UTC)Genre: drabble
“Dear Blythe”, Wilson typed easily, then paused, staring at the blank page. He swallowed the last of his almost cold coffee, put the paper cup aside and looked back to the screen of his laptop, trying to focus on what he was going to write. He promised Blythe to keep her updated on the news of her son’s life, but in fact he failed to keep his word. Wilson tried convincing House to maintain closer contact with his Mom, but his friend refused to discuss the subject. As for now, Wilson had been delaying to write Blythe a letter since Christmas. Also, he felt guilty for hiding the facts from her, but he was doing that for her own good. Wilson sighed, collecting his thoughts.
“House met a nice girl named Dominica. Actually, she is an illegal immigrant, so he’s doing a good thing, helping her.” [DELETED]
“Your son had a one week vacation in a luxury hotel with champagne and strawberries for breakfast, massage and girls for lunch, whisky and jumping off the railing for dinner.” [DELETED]
Wilson frowned and started typing again, choosing his words carefully. All he needed was to make the letter short, true and positive. He didn’t want to cause his friend’s Mom a heart attack.
“Blythe, how are you?
I apologize for not writing to you for a long time. I was lost in work, and so was House. You could be proud of him taking a new case every week. He spends more time at his office than at his place.
However, he had a three day off recently, going to a sport competition to have some fun. He went with his colleague, Remy, who is smart and attractive, and reminds me of him sometimes in a way how she sees the world around her. No, he’s not interested in her romantically, but he likes her company. May be they could be real friends sometime.
I promise to take a leave too when House will get his days off the next time and persuade him to visit you. If necessarily, I’ll kidnap him in his sleep and drive right to your door.
Blythe, if you need any kind of medical help or advice or anything, please call me without hesitation. House cares about you, even if he doesn’t show it.
Best regards,
James Wilson.”
Wilson skipped through the text once more and pressed the “SEND” button.
the end
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Date: 2011-04-18 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-18 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-19 11:03 am (UTC)The deletes were wonderful, and the idea of Wilson doing this is so incredibly IC.
And so, so funny.
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Date: 2011-04-25 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-26 05:59 am (UTC)Fic - (Still) Not Boring.
Date: 2011-04-18 09:42 pm (UTC)“I’m bored.”
Wilson closes his eyes in exasperation. “So you’ve said. About twenty times in the last hour.”
“So, let’s do something.”
“While General Hospital is on?”
“We always watch General Hospital. It’s boring.”
Wilson considers. He’s tired, weary even, and the very thought of moving off the sofa is exhausting. On the other hand, it might be less tiresome than listening to House whine for the rest of the evening. “Want to go bowling?”
House huffs. “We always go bowling.”
“Want to rent a monster truck DVD?”
“We always rent monster truck DVDs.”
“How about going to the movies?”
“We went to the movies on Tuesday.”
Wilson feels his jaw clenching. “We don’t have to see the same movie, House,” he grits.
“Same premise, though. Same place. Same food. Same smell. Boring!’
“How about a drink?” And Wilson could really do with something stronger than the bottle of beer currently warming in his hand. “We can go to that new bar across the street.”
“Great idea!” House snaps. “We haven’t been to a bar since…wow, let me think…it must be…yes I have it now…last night.”
Wilson’s eyes start rolling even before House finishes speaking. “Go carting?” he suggests futilely. “Paint ball? Cooking class? Body snatching?”
“Done it. Done it. Gay. And have you forgotten last Halloween?”
“No,” Wilson answers with a wince.
It’s quiet for a minute before House goes back to giving a running commentary on General Hospital, the recurring theme being ‘boring’. And then Wilson can take it no more. His bottle slams on the table, he twists his body to the side and pulls a surprised House into a hard, close mouthed kiss.
It’s brief but it has the desired result. Five minutes after Wilson has flopped back onto the couch, House is still completely silent. Until…
“Well. We haven’t done that before.”
“Yep,” Wilson agrees. “Still bored?”
House doesn’t answer. He goes to the kitchen and returns with two more beers, dropping one onto Wilson’s lap. When he sits back down his thigh brushes against Wilson’s and their shoulders rub together. Wilson stares resolutely at the television as House continues to non-verbally seek his attention; squirming so that Wilson feels every move his body makes, noisily licking his lips after every sip from the bottle, sighing deeply every thirty seconds. When he fakes a yawn and stretches his arm across the back of the sofa, Wilson bites hard on the inside of his cheek.
Predictably, it takes House two whole minutes before he tires of his seducer role.
Less predictably, Wilson suddenly finds himself pushed down on his back and House a sudden and warm weight on him.
“Wilson,” he growls against a smooth jaw. “I’m bored again.”
Re: Fic - (Still) Not Boring.
Date: 2011-04-18 10:05 pm (UTC)“Well. We haven’t done that before.” lol
And the ending is great! very nicely done - thank you for my easter egg - my basket floweth over this morning!
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Date: 2011-04-25 11:54 am (UTC)Re: Fic - (Still) Not Boring.
Date: 2011-04-26 06:00 am (UTC)Re: Fic - (Still) Not Boring.
Date: 2011-04-18 10:39 pm (UTC)Over here, too! (*fans self*)
LOVE manipulative!Wilson just waiting for House to crack!
Re: Fic - (Still) Not Boring.
Date: 2011-04-19 11:05 am (UTC)Nighttime musings
Date: 2011-04-22 07:54 pm (UTC)Takes place sometimes at the beginning of season 3.
Double drabble - missing scene
House was sitting at his desk. It was ten pm. His thigh was hurting. The Vicodin vial in front of him contained two lonely pills. Wilson had made it clear that he wasn't going to write him a new scrip until at least tomorrow lunchtime. So he could take the pills now, and be in hell and unable to work all of tomorrow morning, or he could save them, and be able to move tomorrow, while mentally incapacitated by a sleepless night.
For a moment he wished from the depth of his heart that Wilson could feel a similar pain. Could suffer as much as he did, day after day, for years without end. That he, House, would be the one writing scrips. Telling his friend that the pain was psychological, in his head as much as in his thigh.
But the thought vanished as fast as it had come. He could never wish Wilson any pain. And after all, he did have the prescription pad. One with Wilson's name on it. He wrote himself a scrip, not even bothering to fake the signature in a believable way, gulped the last two Vicodins, and started limping towards the hospital's pharmacy.
Re: Nighttime musings
Date: 2011-04-22 08:32 pm (UTC)Re: Nighttime musings
Date: 2011-04-25 02:20 pm (UTC)Re: Nighttime musings
Date: 2011-04-26 06:01 am (UTC)Re: Nighttime musings
Date: 2011-04-26 08:10 am (UTC)Either that, or you're too kind, but either way, it was a pleasure.