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Nabbed from michelleann68
Who gacked it from gin200168

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.

Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

I am doing this against my better judgement. Not feeling very creative these past few days, and am trying to spark something.
My list is a short one: House. Any rating, H/W if a pairing.

I'll try very hard to write them.
*crosses fingers and hits update before can change mind*

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michelleann68's challenge: House talking Wilson into making private porn tapes

100 word Drabble:
“Please??” House was begging. Actually begging.

“No.”

“You’re denying me the one thing that can bring me happiness for years!”

“No porn tapes.”

“Wils--”

“No!”

House leaned down and whispered a few words into Wilson’s ear.

Wilson’s face colored and he coughed, trying to hide his eagerness. “You’re not just saying that?”

Bingo! “They’re in the bottom drawer in the bathroom.”

Wilson crawled out from underneath House like he was greased. He returned a moment later, swinging a leash and chain back and forth.

“Now turn the camera on.”

Wilson glared at it. “House...the red light’s already on!”

“Oopsie.”

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finding_jay's challenge: House walking in on Wilson wearing a dress and heels

My 100 Word Drabble :)
House, home early from work, was a man on a mission. A mission to find Wilson as fast as possible. Not even closed doors stood in his way. He flung open the bathroom door and...stared.

Wilson tried to look casual…as casual as one could wearing a flower-print dress and bright red high heels.

“What the...” House interrupted himself, giggling. “Why?”

“Doesn’t a closed door mean anything?” Wilson sighed, irritated. “Putting on a play for the children. Blame Cuddy.”

“Blame her? I want to kiss her! Where’s my camera?”

Wilson hitched up his dress and ran to stop him.


Hard to do in only 100 words lol!