The coffee dripped in time with the piling of eggs onto two plates. House’s was chipped from him previously, years ago, having dropped it as he had taken it to the sink. From then on out it had been his special plate, unusable by Wilson, the neat freak. The jagged cusp of its chip felt fine and wonderful underneath his fingertip every time he ran one across it, the physical embodiment of the way he gouged a place for himself into James’ life, no way to buff him out. There he was carved. Special and unnerving, but practical all the same.
“Not exactly how I pictured this.” House murmured, shapes of grey and blue in the darkness about him acting as mental handholds, keeping him from losing his nerve in the face of a very pathetic oncoming danger that was the concept of rolling over and kissing Wilson goodnight like they had been together for decades and forgotten how to fuck like rabbits.
forgot to post the next two chapters of this on here oops
love it when the best authors are fanfic writers
Heatsink (Ch. 8)
Call From the Hilltop; Call Through the Streets
Pairing: Lynnmanda
Rating: NR/rating may change
Words: 11,583 total
Through violence we are intimate with some characters onstage in an exorbitant way for a brief time.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons
Lynn attempts to readjust. Amanda circumventing her security systems on a regular basis makes that a little hard.
or, Lynn + Amanda survive and navigate the way their worlds have tied themselves together.
canon divergence, mild stalking, breaking/entering, medical themes, slow-ish burn, resentment, sexually undertoned fighting
read chapter 8 here
Wilson’s fist connected with the bridge of House’s nose and the crack of it resounded louder in the cavern of House’s head than in the room around them, he was sure of it. The sound ricocheted from the place where Wilson had touched all the way through House’s shaken brain and then erupted out of the base of his spine as he fell back against the carpet that on further inspection, he had missed rather greatly. Then, as Wilson gasped and clutched his hand, the pain drifted away and outwards into a sensation that House could only determine as pride. Proud of Wilson for doing something for once. Proud of him for sticking up for himself.
Eight months is a long time. Wilson deserved to hit him.
*taking out the trash at night* what if there was a monster. lol *walking faster*
we are going to have to bring back “smex”
shrex
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like hell you will
i thought you drew hoffstrahm. apparently its hannigram. lol im afraid u have same face syndrome. u draw hannibal esp will too fat
i dont draw them fat at all but i should tbqh
babadook, kill this stupid cunt
double checking the pdf im about to send to make sure the invoice i just scanned didn't magically turn into a full frontal nude image
sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices
well, here it is.
the final chapter of just a man.
mental.
Heatsink (Ch. 7)
Scion Dormant
Pairing: Lynnmanda
Rating: NR/rating may change
Words: 9,836 total
Through violence we are intimate with some characters onstage in an exorbitant way for a brief time.
Anne Carson, Grief Lessons
Lynn attempts to readjust. Amanda circumventing her security systems on a regular basis makes that a little hard.
or, Lynn + Amanda survive and navigate the way their worlds have tied themselves together.
canon divergence, mild stalking, breaking/entering, medical themes, slow-ish burn, resentment, more of lynn reflecting and such this chapter
read chapter 7 here
An obsidian mirror found at Catalhoyuk, 8,000 years old
“get the fries, you’ll need the energy in the coming days”
Cmon man
here we go guys, all that’s left is the epilogue and then we’ll be done and i will have written the equivalent of a like….450 page book for hoffstrahm
thank you if you’ve actually stuck with me till the end and if you haven’t started it and are people who keep going I NEED TO READ THIS then i will give u a big kiss if you start soon xx