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evila_elfWanna see little snippets of all my works in progress?
I swear, this fandom gives me too many story ideas! Don't have time to write them all!!
Curious to hear which ones sound most interesting to you guys :-)
1. Ice Cream: NC-17
(Pure smut)
House waited until the spoon was away from Wilson’s mouth before leaning in and giving a gentle lick to the lips. The lips parted, inviting. The mouth was cool, chilled from the ice cream, and tasted of chocolate. House ran his tongue against teeth and brushed it against Wilson’s before pulling back enough to gaze into his eyes. He took the bowl from Wilson’s hands and set it down on the coffee table…
(Yes, the ice cream returns)
2. Baby It’s Cold Inside: R at least
(It is the dead of winter and House’s heat is out)
He tosses his cane to Wilson and carefully steps inside the bathtub/shower combo. House turns on the shower, then moans and groans in ecstasy.
“You are supposed to turn the shower on, not the other way around,” Wilson complains.
“Plenty of spray for the both of us.”
“You don’t know how tempted I am to take you up on that offer.” Wilson tucks his hands under his armpits and shuffles his feet.
3. Untitled: PG-ish
“I told them,” Wilson finally said. He was looking someplace straight ahead. “They blame you.”
“If you want to…stop all this; I’ll understand.”
Wilson turned to look at House, his eyes focussing on something for the first time in over 2 hours. “I went to them to ask their approval, not their blessing.”
(I don’t really have much more written than this)
4. Coma: PG-13
(I love this story and really need to finish it at some time. Can’t give away anything :P)
House felt the room spin violently to the right. He fell to his knees and then rolled to his back, eyes squeezed tightly. Wilson’s concern seemed far away. Odd colors in the darkness, pounding imprints on his brain…
Splash!
House coughed like a drowning victim who had finally reached land. He wiped a hand over his damp face. “You,” he sniffed, “you poured iced tea on me!”
(Sorry, couldn’t find a small part that wasn’t too spoilerish :P
5. After Hours: NC-17
(The title should be self-explanitory)
House snickered and threw Wilson’s shirt across the room where it landed in some dark corner. He ran his hands down the smooth back while Wilson fumbled in the dark to remove House’s pants.
“Why the Hell do I let myself be talked into things like this?” Wilson’s nimble fingers found the zipper.
6. Calm Before the Storm: PG-13
(My own variation of the Wilson-has-cancer plot. This is from part 4. 1-3 can be found in my memories)
“So. To what do I owe thanks to for your abrupt visit?”
“Everyone’s concern is making me sick to my stomach. Even my patients know!”
“Well, you won’t find any of that here.”
“Exactly.”
House grabs his little portable TV and clicks through the channels before settling on one. “Looks like Wendy has been cheating on John.”
“Again?” Wilson scoots his chair closer to watch.
7. Untitled: R
(It’s not as romantic with all the lights off)
“Congratulations, you have just discovered my nose. I was hoping that we would go beyond nose-fondling.”
Wilson moved back the covers and slipped underneath. As he lay down, he only managed to bang his head against the headboard once.
“Still conscious?” House asked, more amused than concerned about the loud thump of skull-on-wood. “For my sake I hope you are.”
8. 3sum: NC-17
(yeah, title needs help. Yet it is very self-explanatory)
“Mind if I cut in?” Without waiting for a conformation, Chase pulled Wilson away from House, slammed him back up against the wall with more force than was necessary, then kissed the surprised mouth. “Someone’s a bit overdressed,” he mumbled against the lips as he undid the button on Wilson’s jeans, then moved up to the lower shirt buttons.
House rubbed his crotch lightly, impatient. He tapped his cane on the ground several times. Finally, he reached out with the handle of his cane and looped it around Chase’s neck, forcing him to detach his lips from Wilson’s or be strangled.
9. Pain in the Ass: NC-17
(This will eventually have a plot, when I decide to write one. For now, it is just a smut scene)
“Uuuuh…maybe I should call ‘n sick. Don want people asking me why I’m walking funny.” Like Responsible Jimmy would ever do that. “Next time is your turn: You already walk funny.”
10. PT: PG
(Part of a 100 word phone conversation between Wilson and Stacy that makes up the Prologue to this)
“James?”
“You know how angry the therapy makes him.”
“I don’t think it is ever going to change.”
“I’m coming over. Where are you?”
“Hotel. Greg needs you more than I do.”
“I’ll check on him. Call you later to…let you know.”
“Thank you.”
11. Parents: PG
(House’s parents are visiting. Been about a year since the infarc)
“Just because I am a cripple doesn’t mean I need help.”
“Woah, defensive tonight, aren’t you?” Wilson raised his hands as if to fend off an attack. “And when are you going to stop calling yourself a cripple?”
House paused, silverware in hand. “When I stop being one?” He snorted and continued laying out the forks.
“House…”
“I don’t need your pity. Plenty of that going on when Mumsy and Daddy get here.” He warned Wilson with a serious glare. “Any more from you and I will beat you with this cane, then do unspeakable things to your unconscious body!”
Wilson was afraid that he wasn’t joking. “Did it ever occur to you that I was asking because I am bored and want to be set to work? Consider me a personal slave or…something.”
12. Untitled: PG-13
(Just a bunch of Wilson torture)
It is a lovely Saturday morning. And House is not on call. For once he wakes up before his leg and just lays there, enjoying the feeling of cool sheets and no pain.
The cell phone rings. The fucking cell phone rings. House narrows his eyes at it, but not even the annoying ring can take away his moment of being content. The ringing stops as it switches to his voice mail. Then it rings again. Same ring, but it seems urgent somehow.
“Wilson, I’m gonna kill you,” House says as he rolls to his left with a groan. He returns to his back, the phone clutched in his hand and his leg, now awake, on fire. “What!”
“H-house?”
“What’s wrong?” This doesn’t sound good.
“I-” Wilson interrupts himself with a groan followed by a sob.
13. Untitled: R
(What happened if House was Wilson’s college teacher? This story scares me. It is what happens if I write down every thought in my head as I type)
Tonight was the night (about damn time). Greg opened his door to find Jimmy Wilson at his step. He moved out of the way, allowing his student to enter his apartment. ‘What am I doing?’ he asked himself, ignoring the obvious answer. People were getting arrested for stuff like this all the time (never mind the fact that Jimmy was the one to seduce him). He closed the door. The ‘click’ must have been a ‘time-in’ button in disguise, because suddenly Greg found arms (a pair to be precise) around him, lips pressing against his own. “Hello to you too,” he said (panted) once his lips had room to breathe.
14. Untitled: PG-13
(Just a little scene. Need to write a mini story around it)
Wilson sighs, giving up. He steps from the shower. On the way to the towel rack, he has to step over House’s outstretched legs. As he does so, he flicks water at him with a twitch of his head, then tosses the soaked cloth on his lap.
“Hey! Now it looks like I was mauled by a wet madman who tried to cop a feel!”
15. Untitled: R
(More Wilson torture)
Wilson looks at his reflection in the door-length mirror after he locks the door. He gently touches the tender and ugly bruise on his face. He isn’t vain, but he wants nothing more than to shatter the glass. To distort his reflection so he won’t have to look into his own eyes.
Turning away works just as well.
16. Truths: PG-13 at least
(Wilson asks House what he wants before he dies. This takes place a little later)
“You’re gay?” Wilson finally managed.
House turned to give Wilson the you’re-stupid stare. “No”
“Bi?”
“No.”
Wilson blinked. “You’re not gay or bi, yet you like men?”
“Man.”
17. Untitled: R
(House brings Jimmy to visit parents)
“I don’t feel comfortable sleeping here,” Wilson said from his position on the floor.
“Then hop up here.”
“Even worse! Not sleeping with you in your parents’ house!”
“Oh, live dangerously! ‘Sides, they went to bed an hour ago.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Almost nothing.”
18. The Joy of Wrestling: PG
(thumb wrestling, that is)
Like two dueling snakes, the thumbs moved from side to side, looking for an opening. Wilson’s darted out first, then withdrew, trying to draw out House’s into making an error.
House started to hum the I Love Lucy theme,” but Wilson ignored him.
I swear, this fandom gives me too many story ideas! Don't have time to write them all!!
Curious to hear which ones sound most interesting to you guys :-)
1. Ice Cream: NC-17
(Pure smut)
House waited until the spoon was away from Wilson’s mouth before leaning in and giving a gentle lick to the lips. The lips parted, inviting. The mouth was cool, chilled from the ice cream, and tasted of chocolate. House ran his tongue against teeth and brushed it against Wilson’s before pulling back enough to gaze into his eyes. He took the bowl from Wilson’s hands and set it down on the coffee table…
(Yes, the ice cream returns)
2. Baby It’s Cold Inside: R at least
(It is the dead of winter and House’s heat is out)
He tosses his cane to Wilson and carefully steps inside the bathtub/shower combo. House turns on the shower, then moans and groans in ecstasy.
“You are supposed to turn the shower on, not the other way around,” Wilson complains.
“Plenty of spray for the both of us.”
“You don’t know how tempted I am to take you up on that offer.” Wilson tucks his hands under his armpits and shuffles his feet.
3. Untitled: PG-ish
“I told them,” Wilson finally said. He was looking someplace straight ahead. “They blame you.”
“If you want to…stop all this; I’ll understand.”
Wilson turned to look at House, his eyes focussing on something for the first time in over 2 hours. “I went to them to ask their approval, not their blessing.”
(I don’t really have much more written than this)
4. Coma: PG-13
(I love this story and really need to finish it at some time. Can’t give away anything :P)
House felt the room spin violently to the right. He fell to his knees and then rolled to his back, eyes squeezed tightly. Wilson’s concern seemed far away. Odd colors in the darkness, pounding imprints on his brain…
Splash!
House coughed like a drowning victim who had finally reached land. He wiped a hand over his damp face. “You,” he sniffed, “you poured iced tea on me!”
(Sorry, couldn’t find a small part that wasn’t too spoilerish :P
5. After Hours: NC-17
(The title should be self-explanitory)
House snickered and threw Wilson’s shirt across the room where it landed in some dark corner. He ran his hands down the smooth back while Wilson fumbled in the dark to remove House’s pants.
“Why the Hell do I let myself be talked into things like this?” Wilson’s nimble fingers found the zipper.
6. Calm Before the Storm: PG-13
(My own variation of the Wilson-has-cancer plot. This is from part 4. 1-3 can be found in my memories)
“So. To what do I owe thanks to for your abrupt visit?”
“Everyone’s concern is making me sick to my stomach. Even my patients know!”
“Well, you won’t find any of that here.”
“Exactly.”
House grabs his little portable TV and clicks through the channels before settling on one. “Looks like Wendy has been cheating on John.”
“Again?” Wilson scoots his chair closer to watch.
7. Untitled: R
(It’s not as romantic with all the lights off)
“Congratulations, you have just discovered my nose. I was hoping that we would go beyond nose-fondling.”
Wilson moved back the covers and slipped underneath. As he lay down, he only managed to bang his head against the headboard once.
“Still conscious?” House asked, more amused than concerned about the loud thump of skull-on-wood. “For my sake I hope you are.”
8. 3sum: NC-17
(yeah, title needs help. Yet it is very self-explanatory)
“Mind if I cut in?” Without waiting for a conformation, Chase pulled Wilson away from House, slammed him back up against the wall with more force than was necessary, then kissed the surprised mouth. “Someone’s a bit overdressed,” he mumbled against the lips as he undid the button on Wilson’s jeans, then moved up to the lower shirt buttons.
House rubbed his crotch lightly, impatient. He tapped his cane on the ground several times. Finally, he reached out with the handle of his cane and looped it around Chase’s neck, forcing him to detach his lips from Wilson’s or be strangled.
9. Pain in the Ass: NC-17
(This will eventually have a plot, when I decide to write one. For now, it is just a smut scene)
“Uuuuh…maybe I should call ‘n sick. Don want people asking me why I’m walking funny.” Like Responsible Jimmy would ever do that. “Next time is your turn: You already walk funny.”
10. PT: PG
(Part of a 100 word phone conversation between Wilson and Stacy that makes up the Prologue to this)
“James?”
“You know how angry the therapy makes him.”
“I don’t think it is ever going to change.”
“I’m coming over. Where are you?”
“Hotel. Greg needs you more than I do.”
“I’ll check on him. Call you later to…let you know.”
“Thank you.”
11. Parents: PG
(House’s parents are visiting. Been about a year since the infarc)
“Just because I am a cripple doesn’t mean I need help.”
“Woah, defensive tonight, aren’t you?” Wilson raised his hands as if to fend off an attack. “And when are you going to stop calling yourself a cripple?”
House paused, silverware in hand. “When I stop being one?” He snorted and continued laying out the forks.
“House…”
“I don’t need your pity. Plenty of that going on when Mumsy and Daddy get here.” He warned Wilson with a serious glare. “Any more from you and I will beat you with this cane, then do unspeakable things to your unconscious body!”
Wilson was afraid that he wasn’t joking. “Did it ever occur to you that I was asking because I am bored and want to be set to work? Consider me a personal slave or…something.”
12. Untitled: PG-13
(Just a bunch of Wilson torture)
It is a lovely Saturday morning. And House is not on call. For once he wakes up before his leg and just lays there, enjoying the feeling of cool sheets and no pain.
The cell phone rings. The fucking cell phone rings. House narrows his eyes at it, but not even the annoying ring can take away his moment of being content. The ringing stops as it switches to his voice mail. Then it rings again. Same ring, but it seems urgent somehow.
“Wilson, I’m gonna kill you,” House says as he rolls to his left with a groan. He returns to his back, the phone clutched in his hand and his leg, now awake, on fire. “What!”
“H-house?”
“What’s wrong?” This doesn’t sound good.
“I-” Wilson interrupts himself with a groan followed by a sob.
13. Untitled: R
(What happened if House was Wilson’s college teacher? This story scares me. It is what happens if I write down every thought in my head as I type)
Tonight was the night (about damn time). Greg opened his door to find Jimmy Wilson at his step. He moved out of the way, allowing his student to enter his apartment. ‘What am I doing?’ he asked himself, ignoring the obvious answer. People were getting arrested for stuff like this all the time (never mind the fact that Jimmy was the one to seduce him). He closed the door. The ‘click’ must have been a ‘time-in’ button in disguise, because suddenly Greg found arms (a pair to be precise) around him, lips pressing against his own. “Hello to you too,” he said (panted) once his lips had room to breathe.
14. Untitled: PG-13
(Just a little scene. Need to write a mini story around it)
Wilson sighs, giving up. He steps from the shower. On the way to the towel rack, he has to step over House’s outstretched legs. As he does so, he flicks water at him with a twitch of his head, then tosses the soaked cloth on his lap.
“Hey! Now it looks like I was mauled by a wet madman who tried to cop a feel!”
15. Untitled: R
(More Wilson torture)
Wilson looks at his reflection in the door-length mirror after he locks the door. He gently touches the tender and ugly bruise on his face. He isn’t vain, but he wants nothing more than to shatter the glass. To distort his reflection so he won’t have to look into his own eyes.
Turning away works just as well.
16. Truths: PG-13 at least
(Wilson asks House what he wants before he dies. This takes place a little later)
“You’re gay?” Wilson finally managed.
House turned to give Wilson the you’re-stupid stare. “No”
“Bi?”
“No.”
Wilson blinked. “You’re not gay or bi, yet you like men?”
“Man.”
17. Untitled: R
(House brings Jimmy to visit parents)
“I don’t feel comfortable sleeping here,” Wilson said from his position on the floor.
“Then hop up here.”
“Even worse! Not sleeping with you in your parents’ house!”
“Oh, live dangerously! ‘Sides, they went to bed an hour ago.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Almost nothing.”
18. The Joy of Wrestling: PG
(thumb wrestling, that is)
Like two dueling snakes, the thumbs moved from side to side, looking for an opening. Wilson’s darted out first, then withdrew, trying to draw out House’s into making an error.
House started to hum the I Love Lucy theme,” but Wilson ignored him.
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Date: 2006-06-17 09:53 am (UTC)Of these, I found Calm before the Storm and 3sum most intriguing, plus the other two which were listed as 'Wilson torture'. I laughed at the tiny snippet from Pain in the Ass, but it's not enough for me to get an idea of the story :)
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Date: 2006-06-17 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 10:52 am (UTC)I also really wanna see the Wilson torture fics but #3 and #7 are the ones you MUST work on!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-06-17 06:34 pm (UTC)(I have a problem with finishing things, as you can probably tell lol)
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Date: 2006-06-17 02:14 pm (UTC)Can't wait to read the complete stories. Plus, when this horrible torture we call 'exams' is over, I shall write some Houson - my first House fic ever, I am so excited!
Anything you'd like to see - suggestions are always welcome my dear :D
Toodles
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Date: 2006-06-23 12:01 am (UTC)I managed to get over a bump (quite literally) on the 3sum one, so writing slowly away at that one.
Looking forward to seeing your first bit of Houston! :D
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Date: 2006-06-17 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 09:55 pm (UTC)3. Untitled- curious to see where you take this
4. Coma- you know I like this one.. *kitten eyes*
7. Untitled- Sounds fun
10.PT- I remember this and would love to see it finished
13. Untitled - *kitten eyes*
all of them should find completion.. "Leave no fic behind."
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:03 pm (UTC)I envy your ability to come up with so many plot bunnies. I'd like to write a House/Wilson story, but my creative well seems to have permanently run dry. The world needs more H/W fics, though, so get writing on some of these!
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Date: 2006-06-22 11:56 pm (UTC)I have so many ideas that they are starting to drive me crazy. As soon as I get good and started on one, then another nags to be written. At least I manage to finish one on occassion lol.
And yes, world needs more H/W...Not many being posted lately.
I have two to get up this weekend ^.^
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Date: 2006-06-23 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 12:56 am (UTC)Thx :)
A lot of these have been left hanging (so to speak) for awhile. 12 is one of my favs, but I keep getting sidetracked everytime I get a new idea lol
2 new fics going to be posted Sunday (not listed above because they were already completed)