hihoplastic | Fic stuff

In class. So bored.

I really want to write fic over the break. I thought these memes might help... hopefully?

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cryptictac: Post a single sentence from each WIP you have. No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

- 'Why is everyone acting like this is Christmas in the Cleaver house?'

- Wilson bites back a smile. 'That's really impressive, actually. I've never seen anyone screw up a non-relationship this badly.'

- What he doesn't expect to see his his boss, and some unidentifiable brunette chick, in what doesn't really look like a compromising position (maybe she bent down to pick up a pen?) until he's already in the room and the soft moaning hits his ears and House opens one eye (but only barely; his mouth his still hanging open in mid-groan and he looks like he's either really, really high or - ) touches the head of the woman in front of him and says, 'Hey, Cuddy, we've got company.'

- 'You're drinking seltzer in a sleazy bar at half past midnight on a Tuesday. I assume you're the designated driver.'

- 'There's not exactly a 'the-woman-I-want-to-date's hospital just got held up by a whack-job' Hallmark card, you know?'

- You don't know what you're saying or how he's answering because you have to step over the blood stain to get to your desk.

- Kutner stands outside the operating room. In the back of his mind, he knows he should call House. He should call someone. He should have seen it coming.

- He grabs your hand suddenly: 'Run with me, Cuddy.'

- Thirteen didn't leave anyone or anything behind; Cuddy couldn't bring anything with her.

- Cuddy's smile disappears and she rolls over, onto her back again, folds her hands together over her abdomen. 'There's no pain here,' she echos.

- House keeps asking if you want to play poker.

- It takes six years for her to ask. Six years, three months, twenty-one days for him to answer.

- Maybe, she says (with half a sigh and half a smile and a little bitter heart).

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cryptictac: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future. All my fics are at