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hackthis_archive) wrote2008-02-07 01:43 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2008-02-07 01:43 pm
Today's project!
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We got here like this:
1.amberlynne posted this entry.
2. I said, "Crazy. Crazy awesome*. Maybe I should make a Someecard Challenge?"
3.
4. Here we are.
It works like this:
1. You give me a number between 1 and 83. (You can choose the same # as someone else, there are 20 cards to a page)
2. I go to the someecard site and get you a card from that page.
3. You write about it.
4. End of story
You can write 5 words or 5000. You don't have to report back (but, if you do, eventually I'll make a listing). You can write whatever fandom you want. There is no deadline. There's no pressure either. You wanna partipate, drop me a number and off you go. You get a card and decide it sucks, well, it's not like I gave you a ring.
We're all free to do whatever the fuck we want or don't want. But you know, if you've got $5 you can donate it to the Barack Obama campaign and that'd be kind of cool and you can even make
slodwick look good when you do it.*The someecards were awesome, not Tom Brady.
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fandom: house
pairing: house/wilson
500 words, pg
You can't help but shiver every time thunder cracks and a dazzling flash of lightning illuminates the room. You tug the blanket a little tighter around your body and try to ignore the forces of nature at work outside the window, but your efforts are to no avail. You can never sleep during thunderstorms.
You glance over at the body next to you. House's face is pressed into the pillow, lost in a deep sleep. You're jealous of his ability to relax despite the jarring noises and intrusive light of the weather.
Sighing, staring at the ceiling, and unable to sleep, you finally realize just how weary you are. You're exhausted. Work has taken its toll on you lately, and so has this thing with House, whatever this "thing with House" is. You're still not entirely sure how exactly to define it. All you know is that it's got you cooking his meals (which you've done before, nothing new there) and sleeping in his bed, and that's definitely something new. Not bad, just... different.
You shift and struggle to find a comfortable position, trying your best not to wake House in the process. He might as well get some sleep even if you can't.
Eventually, you give up and dig for the remote control. Turning on the television, you quickly switch the volume level to mute. You're surprised there's even still power, despite the storm outside. Flipping through the channels, you realize everything is either some stupid paid programming or a news program. Who watches that kind of thing in the middle of the night, you wonder, but leave it on some documentary about global warming.
"You know, in a couple of years or so, we'll probably all be underwater."
"Your optimism is astounding." You smile and wonder how long he's been awake. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't."
"Okay, then," you say with a puzzled look, one that so often graces your face when you're speaking to House. You turn to look at him, and in the occasional glow from the thunderstorm, he looks good. Really good. It suits him.
You inch closer to House and tentatively run your thumb across his jawline. He closes his eyes and looks positively peaceful. You drift closer and press your lips against his softly.
"How long did you say before the glaciers drown us?"
"Any minute now," House says, eyes still closed, mouth turning upward into a grin. "Think we should take advantage of our last few hours before we're gone?"
"Carpe diem," you say, kissing him a little more deeply. "And I use the Latin because you're an ass," you say sheepishly.
"You love me anyway, though," House says, without really thinking it over. When he realizes what he said, his eyes open and he swallows.
You look down at him for a moment. Is that what this is? After a moment's pause, you smile at him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," you tell him, and you kiss him again.