Dear Yaoi Fangirls Dear Yaoi Fangirls,
Listen, I need you to do me an enormous favor. Lay off the drugs for just, like, an hour. Yea, I'm talking to you—you with the ominous glitter in your eye! You with the suspicious grin! You with the notepad labeled "Yaoi Fic Ideas!" You with the "SemexSeme is Hot" t-shirt! (Hey… where'd you get that? Just… curious…) Enough already!
Oh, no, I don't mean to dissuade you entirely from writing Yaoi. We all have our dirty little hobbies. I, for instance, Dr. Gregory House, stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching internet porn. My favorite one, actually, has four girls all going at it at once. I believe you call that "Yuri." I also happen to know that, despite what her kind and gentle exterior might make you think, Cameron tortures puppies in her free time. Sickening, isn't it?
All I'm asking is that you stop writing those fanf
After HoursAfter HoursAfter Hours8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wilson flung open yet another examining room door and heaved yet another frustrated sigh. 'I have no idea where he is,' Cuddy had said. 'Knowing House, he's hiding in one of the rooms,' Cuddy had said. The oncologist swept down the hall, flinging open doors and slamming them shut. It was getting late, House was supposed to give him a ride home, the two of them were supposed to have dinner together, and he absolutely could not find the other man. Had he forgotten? That jerk! Forgetting a dinner date was the same as standing a man up, even if House didn't have any idea that his coworker was madly in love with him. Jerk. Heartless bastard. Ass.
Wilson's silent brooding came to a screeching halt. The moody voices in his head fell into an awed silence. The man used the back of his hand to push his jaw shut. He had found House. To be exact, he'd found House idly lounging like a Roman God on one of the examining ta
Calendar, House MD- WouseJanuary 1st, 2:47 amCalendar, House MD- Wouse8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One of the larger conference rooms had been transformed into a slightly kitschy silver and white wonderland. Ice sculptures decorated the buffet table and tinsel adorned every surface that would stand still long enough. But seeing the ordinary room transformed didn't even begin to rival the weirdness of seeing his coworkers decked out in their festive best, leaving behind the scrubs and lab coats for evening gowns and tuxes. Wilson had never much cared for office parties; there was always something vaguely unsettling about them. No one could quite forget that these people were their colleagues, that their boss was watching and that their reputation was still at stake. Well, almost no one…
"Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…searchin' for my lost shaker of salt!"
Wilson had to give House credit; what he lacked in singing ability he made up in volume. Though judging by the sidelong looks and outright stares, most of the PPTH staff disagreed. Wilson di
DateDr. Gregory House sat at his desk; a knock was at his door.Date8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No ones home! He said, more knocks Didnt you hear me? House asked the knocking continued. Oh for Gods sake here I come! He hobbled over to the door, he opened it and there stood Wilson, bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Uh, hey House. Wilson said, House swiped the flowers from Wilson and sniffed them.
For me? Why thank you! House said sarcastically. Howd you know I liked red roses?
House, they arent for you! Wilson stated, he tried to grab them back from House, but House (though he may be a cripple) was fast on his feet. Wilson managed to crash into House though, knocking him back into his chair.
Ow, that hurt! House growled, Wilson shrugged and swiped the flowers back. So you have a date tonight?
As a matter of fact Wilson started, but his phone interrupted him. He quickly s
Stages of Love- House + WilsonAttraction:Stages of Love- House + Wilson8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He catches House giving him a look. Not the usual snark, or amusement or even reflection. A look that makes his stomach tighten though he doesn't know why. He flushes hotly and looks away. Focus on the diagnosis. Yes, that's it. He doesn't think it's cancer; none of the markers- God, House is looking at him again. The ducklings don't notice their boss's distraction or his discomfiture. It's amazing how people can miss what's right under their noses. He supposes he's grateful. If Julie knew about House's looks…but then he remembers the divorce. Julie is long gone. Only House remains.
The first kiss is awkward; he's unused to being shorter and the stubble feels downright weird, but the moment after it ends is much worse. He's just snogged his best friend. It was sort of an accident, he really hadn't planned on doing it, but there's no easy excuse. No sorry, my lips accidentally ran into yours, no boy, I sure am wasted.
"That was unexpe
Misery Loves Company -House MDJames Wilson has never quite gotten the hang of love. Oh, he's good at the superficial aspects- flowers, moonlit walks, reading poetry. All that comes naturally to him; hell, he even enjoys it. He's been in one relationship or another since he started going steady with Janette Miller in the seventh grade. Women love him and he is more than happy to love them right back.Misery Loves Company -House MD8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Which, of course, was what made it so ironic that he was finalizing his third divorce. Even now he isn't sure quite what had gone wrong. The love died, he guesses, though that sounds painfully cliché. Maybe it had never really been love, a thought which manages to make him feel even worse. Somehow a fictitious love exposed was even more wretched than a temporary love extinguished.
He pours himself a snifter of brandy and downs it with a grimace. It's a little early in the evening for maudlin musings on the nature of love. Oh well. So he's getting an early start. He has a lot of musing to do. Oh yes. And then