Meme -- Drabble Give-away

[darkdreamer]

Okay, following in the footsteps of several of my friends list, I'm taking part in this drabble meme, but I'm not putting a cap on the number of people who can request drabbles/ficlets. You may request up to five drabbles per person, for the following three fandoms for which I regularly write.


House, MD -- I will write any pairing involving House
Buffy/Angel-verse -- I will write any pairing involving Spike
How I Met Your Mother -- I will write any pairing involving Barney

Yes, I have a major thing for blue-eyed, arrogant jerks with a hidden softer side -- anyone on my f-list probably knows that by now :P hehe

Please leave me your prompts, and let me know if you want something less dark than my usual fare, because if you don't let me know, it's going to be most likely dark :P 

Thanks, guys :)

Looking forward to your prompts :)

*hugs*
DoS

Comments

The popular meme of the night lol

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

:) Hee, this should be fun...

(1) Amnesia
(2) Coma
(3) Catatonia

House/Wilson please, you can go as dark as you can want ;)

Re: The popular meme of the night lol

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Amnesia

He’s been having lapses – blackouts – lost time he can’t account for.

And when he awakens, he has the nagging sensation that he’s forgotten something desperately important.

He can’t tell Wilson. He’d think he was losing his mind.

He tries to keep his friend close, though – to never go more than a day or two without making plans with Wilson. He hates to think what might happen if he blacked out, and something actually happened – and no one knew to look for him..

And no one else would think to look.

He’s preoccupied, constantly worried and stressed – and never notices that Wilson always seems to be the first person he sees when he “awakens”. Wilson’s been cooking for him, taking care of the apartment, and though he hasn’t said anything, House can’t help but wonder if he knows.

It never crosses his mind that he might actually have something to do with it.

Re: The popular meme of the night lol

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Coma

The first thing he sees upon waking is Wilson's face.

Wilson's sitting in the chair beside the bed, a calm, almost blank expression on his face. He looks up with mild interest when he sees that House is awake.

"She won't ever wake up, you know."

House immediately understands, and a chill runs down his spine. His voice is hoarse and won't seem to cooperate as he tries to find the words to apologize.

"You're going to be just fine -- and she'll never wake up. You killed her. Now, tell me, House... does that sound fair to you?"

House shakes his head, blinking back tears of regret and loss, wondering why the words won't seem to come. Maybe it's a residual effect of the DBS, and the resulting coma from which he's just awakening.

Wilson rises from his chair, and House hasn't really put together the idea that he might actually be a threat -- until he sees the hypodermic needle in his hand. House opens his mouth to protest, but Wilson plunges the needle into his IV line, then quickly pockets it and covers House's mouth with his hand, holding him still and silent as whatever drug he just gave him drains into his system. Wilson's voice begins to fade out as Hosue begins to lose consciousness again.

"No, House," Wilson says in a soft, decisive voice. "That's not fair... and I can't let it happen."

Re: The popular meme of the night lol

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Catatonia

House sits on the floor, his back braced against the side of the bed – staring at the spot a few feet away where it happened.

He still can’t believe that it happened.

He’s trembling violently, staring through wide, vacant eyes, his knees drawn up in front of him and held there by his shaking arms. Wilson comes back into the room – freshly showered and dressed and ready for work. House flinches when he comes near, instinctively holding up a hand to protect himself.

“Oh, please, House, like I’m gonna hit you or something,” Wilson sneers, rolling his eyes as he passes him and goes to the closet, taking out a tie. “You act as if you didn’t actually want that – and we both know you did.”

House almost imperceptibly shakes his head, wide eyes staring at the floor again – nearly catatonic – as Wilson gets his things and leaves without a word of apology or reassurance. A pleading, desperate litany fills his mind, though he knows it’s nothing more than a comforting lie.

It’s not real… it didn’t happen… it’s not real… it didn’t happen…

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"Let's try something new."

Those fateful words led him to this place, lying here on her bed, tied down and blindfolded and utterly at her mercy. He smiles, anticipating the pleasure he's found her to be so good at dishing out.

He shivers at the first brush of something wet and searingly cold against his skin -- and his entire body tenses with instinctive apprehension.

"No..." he breathes out before he can stop himself, his wrists twisting and jerking against the bonds.

She immediately stops, withdrawing the ice cube from his chest and frowning with concern.

"No?" she echoes in confusion.

He swallows hard, his voice trembling, his face flushed with shame -- but he repeats with a desperate note in his voice, "No... please..."

"Okay... okay," she murmurs soothingly, immediately understanding that this is somehow important to him.

She sets the ice aside and swiftly unfastens the bonds and blindfold, climbing under the blankets beside him and taking him into her arms. He won't look at her, and she doesn't press the issue. It's enough for her that he's allowing her to hold him like this, to somehow try to make up for the mistake she's still not quite sure how she made.

[2cbetter2.livejournal.com]

Okay I'm gonna have to take you up on this, just one to start with:

1) ice

House/Cuddy

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

"Let's try something new."

Those fateful words led him to this place, lying here on her bed, tied down and blindfolded and utterly at her mercy. He smiles, anticipating the pleasure he's found her to be so good at dishing out.

He shivers at the first brush of something wet and searingly cold against his skin -- and his entire body tenses with instinctive apprehension.

"No..." he breathes out before he can stop himself, his wrists twisting and jerking against the bonds.

She immediately stops, withdrawing the ice cube from his chest and frowning with concern.

"No?" she echoes in confusion.

He swallows hard, his voice trembling, his face flushed with shame -- but he repeats with a desperate note in his voice, "No... please..."

"Okay... okay," she murmurs soothingly, immediately understanding that this is somehow important to him.

She sets the ice aside and swiftly unfastens the bonds and blindfold, climbing under the blankets beside him and taking him into her arms. He won't look at her, and she doesn't press the issue. It's enough for her that he's allowing her to hold him like this, to somehow try to make up for the mistake she's still not quite sure how she made.

[snogged.livejournal.com]

1) Voyeur
2) Body Binding

And Barney/Lily/Marshall

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Barney/Marshall/Lily, voyeur


Marshall likes to watch.

He sits in the chair a few feet from the bed, eyes dark with lust as he watches Lily in her glory. Barney’s tied to the bed, gagged, blindfolded. His usual façade of control and arrogance is shattered by vulnerability and need as he strains against his bonds, little choked, whimpering sounds of desperation torn from his throat as Lily toys with him.

His breath quickens and he arches up into her touch as she pinches his nipple, then lowers her mouth to gently soothe the fiery spot she’s left behind. Then, unexpectedly, her teeth close around it, and Barney lets out a muffled yelp, jerking against his restraints. At that moment, Lily catches Marshall’s gaze, her eyes hooded and seductive – and Marshall thinks he could come right then and there. Lily smiles as if reading his thoughts, thrilled with her own power.

Marshall likes to watch – and that’s just the way Lily likes it.

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

Angel, Buffy/Spike, Buffy goes to LA to get Dana

Buffy, Buffy/Spike, Rain

Buffy, Buffy/Spike, cool breeze

House, House/Cuddy, white lace

House, House/Cuddy, Being known

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Buffy/Spike, Buffy goes to get Dana


After Angel leaves, Spike feels pathetically morose, on the verge of emotional breakdown. Dana isn’t the only one with traumatic memories that have been dredged up by the events of the past few days. Of course, in his case, he was more often the villain than the victim – but that doesn’t make it any more pleasant to think about.

Bloody soul…

“I had to see it for myself, or I wouldn’t have believed it.”

He looks up, startled, his stomach lurching at the sound of her voice. He stares with wide eyes as she slowly approaches the bed. His tone is wary, barely disguising a faint tremor of emotion as he addressed her with caution.

“You know… hitting a bloke with no hands wouldn’t be exactly fair, Slayer.”

“Neither is letting me grieve you when you’re alive – or nearly getting yourself killed when I don’t even know you’re back in the first place.” There are tears in her eyes as she sits down in the chair beside his hospital bed. “I… I don’t even know what to say to you. I want to… hit you, and yell at you, and…” Her voice softens, her lips forming a frustrated pout as she confessed, “… kiss you…”

He gives her an apologetic look, blinking back his own tears. “I’m sorry,” he whispers – but before he can go on, she’s interrupted him, with four words that will change his entire future.

“Come back with me.”

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

Spike/Willow: nostalgia

Spike/Willow: loneliness

Spike/Dawn: cheating



Gabrielle

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Spike/Willow, nostalgia


Finally, he worked up the nerve to make his way across the ocean to seek out what’s left of the Scoobie gang in Europe. Ironically, he finds only Willow at Buffy’s apartment, and she tells him that unfortunately, Buffy’s out on a date.

At least it’s not with the Immortal, he thinks with relief. He’s glad to hear that that’s a thing of the past.

He ends up sitting on the couch with Willow, who despite the tremendous power and influence she’s gained over the past few years, still seems so much like the same charming, unassuming young girl he met so many years ago.

It’s just nostalgia – just the force of the memories flowing over them as they talk long into the night – but the single, chaste kiss they share seems to take neither of them by surprise. They smile, a little awkward and embarrassed, but with a warmth of affection that makes it easy and surprisingly comfortable.

They know it won’t happen again. Neither of them is expecting anything to come of it.

It’s simply a nostalgic moment between two old friends.

[pomak78.livejournal.com]

ATS, Angel/Spike/Faith, prompt: control

ATS, Angel/Spike/Faith, prompt: jealousy

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Angel/Spike/Faith, jealousy


The possessive growl Angel lets out as the raven-haired Slayer approaches them sends a shivery little tremble of mingled fear and arousal down Spike’s back, and he waits in eager anticipation for the fallout.

Not that he can actually do anything about it.

Faith just walked in on something Spike’s fairly certain Angel would have rather she hadn’t seen – or at the very least, not tried to get involved in. But then, if it’s so important to him, Spike reasons – he should have remembered to lock the door to his penthouse.

And anyway, Faith’s not known for doing what others want or expect her to do.

“Easy, big guy.” She rolls her eyes as she makes herself at home on the edge of the bed. “I know he’s all yours.”

“Hey!” Spike objects indignantly. “Lying right here, love!”

Faith goes on as if he hadn’t spoken, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looks at Angel, who’s seems grudgingly reassured – and a little bit intrigued.

“Surely you don’t mind… sharing?”

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother - Greg/Barney - "That monster in a suit raped my little brother. Then chopped his hair off just to mock him. Barney doesn't remember any of that. He still thinks he lost his virginity to Rhonda."

House, MD - Amber/House AU- "Because I know what makes you tick and tock. And what turns you on. And because he loves to watch. I know you know he likes it."

HIMYM/House - Foreman/Barney - What happened after that comment_fic you wrote. From Foreman's POV.

Buffy - Spike/Buffy - "I could kill you, Slayer." "Go ahead... do it... I'll make it easy." "And that ruins the fun."

How I Met Your Mother - Marshall/Barney - Strip Twister "Barney, that's not even possible." "Yoga!' "Isn't that gay?" "Says the man with his fingers up my ass."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Amber AU -- The AU is that House hired Amber instead of Thirteen, and House/Wilson are together, Wilson has never dated Amber



House dismissed his team to go run tests on their current patient, then looked down at the table in front of him, frustrated that it was not so easy to dismiss his inappropriate thoughts of the single female member of his team.

It might have been easier if she had actually left.

“Why do you keep staring at me, House?”

He paused a moment, cringing slightly, not wanting to get into this discussion with the woman who was possibly the only other person he knew who was just as perceptive as he was.

“Probably because you have breasts,” he replied matter-of-factly, looking up at her with an exaggeratedly lecherous smile. “That tends to draw my attention more readily than… what the other two have.”

“Is that what Wilson would say if I asked?” Amber smirks, a single brow raised knowingly.

House shrugs, not really surprised that she knows about the secret relationship between him and his best friend, and seeing no point in lying about it if she does.

“Well, theirs aren’t on completely inappropriate display all day long.” He shrugged. “They’re easier to ignore.”

“You know… I’ve noticed him looking, too. Wilson,” she clarified with a sly smile. “Maybe the two of you should… have me over for dinner. Or you know… just… have me.”

It’s House’s turn to raise a brow in dubious surprise. Despite his wariness about involving himself with any of his employees, he couldn’t help but find her suggestion tantalizing.

Of course, he couldn’t allow her to see that.

“And… why should I take you up on that offer?”

He felt his pulse quicken, his mouth going dry as she sauntered back into the room, leaning against the table not even a foot away from where he sat – giving him a full view of exactly what was on offer. Her voice was soft, sultry and dangerously inviting as she leaned over to whisper close to his ear.

“Because I know what makes you tick… and tock. I know what turns you on.” She paused, a smirk forming on her lips as she added, “And because I know he loves to watch. You know he does.”

House felt off balance, inexplicably breathless as he tried to form words to respond. “I-I’ll have to… talk to him…”

“No, you won’t,” she argued, rising and heading toward the door again with a knowing smile. “Man up and make a choice, House. Let me know when you do.”

Without waiting for his response, she left him sitting there in stunned silence – but his decision was already made.

[xeelia.livejournal.com]

Spike/Dawn: Whore
Spike/Dawn: Hunting

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

He never thought he’d get this desperate.

The problem is – no one’s scared of him anymore.

Word has spread about the blond vampire who’s all bark and no bite, and he’s finding it harder and harder to get money for blood by scaring people out of their wallets and such. He doesn’t want to, but he finds that he has no choice.

Finally, he finds himself on his knees in a vampire brothel, sucking the wrist of some human more pathetic than himself… at least he tells himself that.

He looks up in surprise when he smells a familiar scent. His eyes go wide with shocked dismay, and he scrambles to his feet, shoving the tiny, glaring brunette against the wall. She glares at him in defiance.

“What are you doing here, bit? You’re too good for a place like this…”

“Yeah, well, so are you,” she snaps back, eyes flashing indignant fire. “What are you doing here, Spike? You’re not some kind of… some kind of…”

“Of what?” he cuts her off, his voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and shame. “Some kind of… of whore?”

Her anger fades, and she stares at him with concerned dismay. “Yeah,” she whispers. After a moment she adds, “You’re not.”

He swallows hard, looking away. He can’t face her, not knowing how low he’s sunk.

“Come on,” she murmurs. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll find another way.”

He nods, and follows her meekly out of the brothel, embarrassed that she found him – but secretly grateful.

[amproof.livejournal.com]

BtVS:

Spike/Tara--gen. sweet (but angst o.k.)

Spike/Joy--gen. sweet (no angst, but not fluff

safety/unanticipated friendships/not opposites at all

Hope those inspire. :)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Spike/Tara


Nothing’s stable anymore.

He’d just about adjusted to life with the chip when he realized that it no longer works on Buffy. Then, suddenly, they were kissing… and kissing again… and then sleeping together… not that any actual sleeping was involved.

He thought it’d be what he’s longed for – but it isn’t.

It’s painful and violent and confusing, and he feels like he’s sinking, slowly being swallowed up in the wake of her pain and despair.

No one knows it, but he turns to another wounded heart – another broken, hurting person, watching in helpless agony as the one she loves winds slowly down into madness and addiction. One night, he pours it all out to her – and she tells him her own frightening story – and they hold each other on the Slayer’s sofa, while their loves are off sinking deeper into their own destructions.

The tears are cleansing… soothing… and they find a sort of refuge in this unexpected friendship.

[liliaeth]

Spike, prompt: new life

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

He thinks he should call her.

She’d want to know he’s here -- alive.

It’s only fair.

Somehow, he can’t bring himself to do it.

It’s not that he doesn’t still love her. He does.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to see her. Most days, she’s all he thinks about.

He’s just not sure that he can go back there – back to all the pain and confusion and mixed up emotions that come along with loving a Slayer. They were on their way when he died in the Hellmouth, but he’s not sure if they could ever get past all the bad history that lies between them.

He thinks he may be better off just starting over – starting a new life.

[mrszowiejones.livejournal.com]

1) himym/ barney + ted /never had the chance to tell him
(the more angst the better)

2) housemd/ house+cuddy+baby / expected interruption
(turn it into sweetness if you want to, but you don't have to)




hah. and if you are bored and interested (because it doesn't
involve your favourite pairings): anything with 13 and Robin ;)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

“There’s been an accident…”

The words of the stranger on the phone faded into meaningless noise, as Ted stared into space, trying to process the words already spoken – the only words that mattered. He instinctively knew, though the woman on the phone couldn’t have known to tell him.

He was trying to get here… trying to get to me…

In that moment, nothing mattered more than their friendship – the friendship he had thrown away over a momentary lapse in judgment. Robin’s question echoed in his mind, and now, he couldn’t think of the answer.

Why had he refused to forgive Barney, when he and Robin were guilty of the same non-existent crime?

All he knew was that it didn’t matter anymore – none of it. Barney could sleep with anyone he wanted, do anything he wanted, if only Ted could have the chance to tell him how wrong he’d been.

But… he might die… and I’ll never get the chance to tell him…

His friends protested with concern as he rose from the bed without explaining what had happened and rushed from the room, knowing only that no matter what the cost, he had to get to his friend and make things right between them.

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cameron, giving in
House, House/Cameron/Chase, spying
House, House/Wilson/Cuddy, One-upsmanship
House, House/Wilson/Lucas, busted

If three-ways aren't allowed, choose the pairing of your choice. :-)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

House/Cameron, giving in

Even after he’s rejected her advances, her feelings are still always there – maybe hidden in the background for the moment, maybe only revealed in an accidental glance when she thinks no one’s looking.

He’s tempted – but he resists.

He’d only crush her illusions.

Usually, he enjoys shattering illusions; but it’d hurt them both too badly when it all fell apart.

He’d rather leave her with her girlish hopes which will never come to pass.

The day comes when he finds himself utterly alone – but she’s still there. That warmth is still present in her wide, knowing eyes. She places a gentle hand on his shoulder, and before he can stop himself, he’s turned his face toward that hand, eyes closed – silently longing for the comfort she represents.

When she kneels in front of him and cautiously presses her lips to his, finally – House gives in.

[spikesredqueen.livejournal.com]

I hope I'm not to late to take you up on this offer but if not how about some Spike/Willow - prompt: nails

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Hope it's what you had in mind.

It's 100 words exactly :p



She seems helpless – small and thin and pixie-ish in his strong hands – and yet, she wields a power over him that few ever have before.

She whimpers as his hands run over her body, then lets out a happy little hum as he draws her close, and her tiny hands run up and down his back. As the intensity of their union increases, however, so does her confidence, and her hands go from tentative and gentle to grasping and possessive.

He’s hers, as she is his – and her nails score his back with the deep red marks that prove it.

[travln1.livejournal.com]

I'll take you up on your offer! 2 please:

1. House/Cuddy: Pain. Go as dark as you please, I know it's your thing :)
2. House/Cuddy: Coffee. How about one that isn't dark, too.

Please and thank you!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

She's there when he reaches his lowest point, during those long, lonely months when Wilson won't speak to him, won't even look at him. She knows that he needs someone. He tries to pretend that he doesn't need anyone; and yet left completely to his own devices, she knows he'd fall apart.

At first he won't talk to her, except to tell her to leave.

Then, he becomes comfortable with her presence, allows her to sit and watch TV with him -- but he still doesn't talk about Amber, or Wilson, or how lonely he's been since his entire life fell apart.

Finally one night, he's lonely and sad and drunk enough to talk to her -- and the things he says break her heart.

"He'll never forgive me. He hates me. He wants me to hurt like I... like I hurt her... He wishes... it was me... instead..."

"You didn't hurt her, House. It was an accident..."

"Maybe... maybe I should just give him what he wants... maybe I should just..."

"House... House, no..."

Cuddy is horrified by this train of thought. She instinctively reaches out to embrace him, and is surprised and relieved when he doesn't shove her away, but accepts her comfort.

"No... you didn't do anything wrong..."

She holds him until he falls asleep... and an hour or so later, she falls asleep as well, cradling him in her arms like a child.

Sometime during the middle of the night, she awakens to a feeling of bereft emptiness. She sits up, blinking sleepily in the unfamiliar room, and realizes that she's alone. Alarmed and suddenly wide awake, she makes her way through the apartment.

"House?" she calls out sleepily. "House? Where are you?"

The bathroom light is on, the door ajar.

Dread in her heart, she pushes the door open, biting her lower lip.

"House?" she whispers.

Her heart stops for a moment when she sees him, sitting in the empty bathtub -- surrounded by streams -- rivers -- of his own blood.

She forces herself to react, rushing to his side and grabbing the dull little pocketknife from his trembling hand, throwing it angrily behind her and taking his arm, examining it as she fights off panic.

She's relieved to the point of tears to see that the cuts aren't all that deep. He hasn't severed any major blood vessels. He looks up at her through tear-streaked eyes, his shoulders trembling with sobs.

"It hurts..."

"I know," she whispers as she wraps a clean towel around the wounded arm. "I know, House..."

"It hurts so much... why isn't it enough?"

She's confused, shakes her head slightly with a little frown.

"How much?" he begs, his eyes pleading for her to give him the answer he craves. "How much pain is enough? How much farther do I have to go until he'll forgive me?"

[koshiii.livejournal.com]

1) House/Wilson - bourbon
2) House/anyone - recreation
2) House/anybody - stereo system

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

It only happened once.

A single, accidental overstep -- completely the fault of the bourbon, and not at all due to any private desires Wilson might have had prior to that fateful night. House had thought about pushing him away – had actually intended to, thought that was what he was doing – until he realized all at once that he was actually returning the kiss. Of course, before it could go any farther, House stopped Wilson and got him settled on the sofa for the night.

He wasn’t even sure if Wilson remembered it the following morning.

At any rate, the next time they hung out at House’s apartment, he made sure that they had plenty of bourbon.

[swirlsofblue.livejournal.com]

1) House; Dark!House- perspective

2) House/Spike- eternity

Thankyou :)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Okay, here's the "perspective" one :)



Seeing her from this perspective – intimate and familiar, as if he knows her better than he knows himself – he can’t help but finally see what Wilson saw, all those months ago. As time passes without rest, and he gradually becomes more used to her presence – and more distanced from reality – House begins to welcome her voice, her jokes, her existence in and out of his head.

She is amused by the same things as he is, thinks in the same unique way that he does, and accepts him as he is in a way that she never did when she was alive.

He can barely remember that now.

Isn’t that now?

A part of his mind knows he should beware of her.

After all, she tried to make him kill Chase.

Still, he can’t help but be seduced when she whispers sweet promises in his ear in the middle of the night, lying close beside him on his bed.

“All you have to do is this one thing… and we can all be together… the three of us… forever. He won’t miss me… won’t blame you… anymore… and we’ll all three be happy and at peace.”

House awakens in the morning with a fresh sense of purpose as he heads for the hospital, Amber as always at his side.

It’s amazing what a fresh perspective can do to a hopeless situation.

[arhh.livejournal.com]

House/Wilson- and it can be as dark as you like- BUT instead of Wilson being the dark one, it has to be House....

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Okay, how's this, love? :)


He should feel relieved.

After months of loneliness, Wilson has finally returned, surrendering to the inevitable force that continually draws them together, although they both know they’d be better off without each other. Wilson didn’t quite apologize – but he’s here, and that means something, doesn’t it?

All it means is that they’re one day closer to the next time he runs for his life.

And no matter what – House can’t allow that to happen.

He can’t lose him again.

Wilson should have been suspicious when he volunteered to cook – but he wasn’t. House knows the food isn’t good. He’s no cook – and the charred taste should cover up the bitterness of the sedatives.

When this meal is over, House will finally have the peace of knowing that Wilson will never leave him again.

[sganzy-fics.livejournal.com]

I really love this one. There is so much fics where House shows his weakness to Wilson, I like to see that with Cuddy too. I mean, I don't know, there isn't so much Hurt!House fic that are huddy, the few one are generally kind of sappy...so I love this drabble...end of the weird comment :-/

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

hehe... not weird, love... glad you liked it, thanx so much :)

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

aw, poor House

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

yeah :( thanx, love, glad you liked :)

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

oh shit!

chilling. you write dark stuff so well it spooks me.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

thanx, love, so glad you liked this :) *Hugs*