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23rd Feb, 2013

BRITISH SEXY TIE

No man.

He tried.
He always tried.

But he also got tired of not succeding...
then he started all over again.

He tried.
All goddammed days.
To be normal.
To be kind.
To be loveable.

But he was always suspicious.
Always wondering if anyone would hit him from behind.
Aways scared of being attacked.
Always frightened.
Always disturbed.
Always alone.


- Mad at you? No man, believe me, when I get mad at you... let's just say that you'll know then...
- Well, by the time you really get mad at me then I would also get mad at you. And I hope it won't happen because of an stupidity. But, whatever.

22nd Jan, 2012

Corten

Lame poem.


Tittle: 'Lame poem'
Author: mireya_11
Pairing: H/W
Rating: none
Summary: Somehow Wilson manages to mix his feelings and some vodka.
Note: This is such a lame poem. I'm so sorry. But thought someone might find it at least inspiriting. Not for the fact of being this good (cause obviously it's not, specially the last line) but cause, I think, the idea (the main idea) is a good one. Sorry, just feeling weird today. Couldn't see Sherlock Holmes 2 on-line... I'm so sad.
Disclaimer: *crazy-face* They are... M I N E ! *coughs* Well... uhmm *runs*







Sometimes you just want to go free.
To let go.
To live.

And then you realize there's something grabbing you.
There's something that keeps you from escaping.
Something that keeps you from leaving.
A thing that keeps you from living.

This is a reason to slow down.
It's the reason that forces you to stay.
It's your reason to maintain your sanity.
It's the only reason to behave.

But this reason has a brain,
has it's own blue windows,
and it's own two legs...

This reason has a name,
the keys to your apartment,
a drastic like for pain,
and your heart inside a chain.

8th Jan, 2012

protect me

Apart.

Tittle: 'Apart' [One-too-long-shot]
Author: mireya_11
Pairing: H/W
Rating: none
Summary: 'But he just hangs his head in pain and prays to hear him say No more, I'll never leave again...' (modified lyrics of The Cure - Apart)
Note: Forgive me for being so lazzy... and such a bad writer *sighs* Lyrics at the end (on blue) belongs to The Cure - Apart. Long life to The Cure <3
Made to: the disappeared hang_monet
Disclaimer: *crazy-face*                          They are... M I N E !                *coughs* Well... uhmm                 *runs*







It’s always the same weird feeling.

First it was amusement.
Then he got angry, very angry and destroyed everything that used to belong to him.
And then... he got sad.

It felt like a cold... a very long and painful cold.
And for five years he waited.

It was the same old sad joke.
Like the bride who didn’t allow herself to cry, not even when everyone had left from the wedding.

And so what? Why should he care about other’s gossip? None of them mattered.
But again, the problem was that the only one who mattered wasn’t there to complain about his lack of care for other human beings.

No. It was only he now.
He was too used to that... too tired...


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The familiar sound of the door slamming makes him grin madly. So he decided to retire? Good. So he wanted them to move forward with their relationship? Even better. So he wanted to marry? Awesome, no problem with that (especially not with the honeymoon). But wanting him to grab his parents into their wedding was definitely off the table.

- Why not?! They will eventually find out

- Yes but not by me.

- What’s the problem about it? Will your father stand up and hit you and the middle of the ceremony or something?

- No

- Then what’s the fucking problem House?! I don’t understand!

- It’s none of your business

- I beg you pardon?! OF COURSE IT’S MY FREAKING BUSINESS! I’M GOING TO BE YOUR HUSBAND!

- It’s still none of your business; there is nothing about not saying things to his wife...

- I’m not your wife House, I’m going to be your husband and if you want to keep it that way you better tell me right   now why you don’t want them to be around. You better start trusting me.

- And what are you going to do, Jimmy? Are you gonna hit me? Are you going to leave me?

- Yes! YES HOUSE I’M GOING TO LEAVE YOU IN THIS VERY MOMENT IF YOU DON’T GROW UP AND TELL ME WHY   YOU DON’T WANT YOUR PARENTS TO BE ON THE WEDDING. YOUR WEDDING. OUR WEDDING, HOUSE.

- Is my turn to play with words, mommy? Can I play, can I play? Pleeeease...

- HOUSE I AM NO JOKING!

- But mooom... it’s not funny that way!

- House... try for once to get serious with me and answer the dammed question! Why you don’t want your father   to come to our wedding?!

- BECAUSE I DON’T WANT HIM TO SEE THE STUPID SISSY THAT HIS SON HAS BECOME! THAT’S WHY! ARE YOU HAPPY   NOW, WILSON? ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH THAT ANSWER NOW?!

When House sees the damage it’s too late.
Well... he will way until he comes back and then he will say the truth.
The stupid truth that he didn’t want to show to Wilson.

He decides to drink a little so he will get brave enough to say it three hours later.
But three hours passed.
So maybe 6 hours.
And nothing.
Tomorrow, maybe?
Nope.

A week. A moth. A year.
Five years now.

It’s not like if he didn’t try to find him. He did. But he just couldn’t. It was like trying to catch smoke with your hands. It keeps going away.





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Another stupid case.
Another stupid lie.
Another stupid patient who will die no matter what.

Case solved.

But something, something clicks inside House’s brain and he remembers where he had seen that before... so long ago...

-  You, were did you find that ring?

-  Why is that even relevant? I am going to die, leave me alone

So this is going to be another useless conversation.
House takes out the big guns... and cuts the morphine.

- If you don’t start to tell me all that you know about that ring you will die... but with pain... sweet and inevitably pain... fair, don’t you think?

- What?! Are you nuts?! Don’t be ridiculous that’s...

- Unethical?... well, that’s my second name, uh? So... were I was? Oh yes... the sweet and inevitably pain... but I’m   sure that I mentioned that already...

- But you are a doc-... what the...? it hurts... Oh God it hurts!... STOP IT PLEASE MAKE IT STOP PLEASEE...

- I am sure that I told you about the inevitably pain... maybe I forgot to mention how quickly that was going to be...

- STOP IT JACKASS I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING STOP IT S-T-O-P-I-T...!

- First the information, don’t you think? In case you want to cheat

- ARE YOU CRAZY? S-T-O-P THIS PLEASEEE!!

- Let me spell it for you... I-N-F-O-R-M-A-T-I-O-N... R-I-N-G... N-O-W!

- MY UNCLE GAVE IT TO ME. IT BELONGED TO SOMEONE CALLED WILSON I GUESS, NO ONE CAME, NO ONE ASKED.   THEY BERRIED HIM. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE.

As he walked out the room the nurses hurried inside to control the patient’s screams. Wilson. Berried. No one.

But how? How that happened? How is that he never knew? How is that no one ever asked?

Wilson... how could this happen?

-----------

You have been so near all this time, you see?
The cemente-... this place had been near me even more than you.

And now... now what are we going to do?
and now what?
Now what, Wilson?

If my father goes to our wedding he will beat you until you die, Wilson.
That’s why I don’t want him to know.
‘Cause I care too much about you.

- We should have married anyway Wilson... – House says, leaving the bottle of whiskey aside- we should have married   anyway...

How did we get this far apart?
We used to be so close together
How did we get this far apart?
I thought this love would last forever
I thought it would last forever...

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13th Sep, 2009

BRITISH SEXY TIE

Jango Jukebox

5th Mar, 2009

im sorry mommy

W&L: Part 4.

Tittle: 'Watch and Learn: Part 4'     or      'Keep it for yourself'
Author: mireya_11
Pairing: H/W
Rating: None
Summary: Part of the serie 'Watch & Learn'                        When the night comes House decides to take different pills

Disclaimer: *crazy-face*                   They are... M  I  N  E  !         *coughs* Well... uhmm             *runs*
A/N:
if someone was waiting for it well... here it is!!! sorry it took me so long but I started another serie and well... a lot of things. Anyway hope you enjoy this *blushes*

Prologue    Part 2    Part 3











House still remembers the night he asked Wilson what were albums for.

He still remembers his face: that surprised look in those cookie-eyes, his mouth slightly open... he looked so gorgeous even when he didn’t mean to...

 

 

The next thing that he remembers is a flash and the biggest smile ever.

 

-         This is what an album is for, you take photos of things you like at special moments... I take a picture of you now cause I know that maybe one day one of us will be gone but the one who stays will be able to remember it by looking at this pictures   - he opened the album -   see? I remember when we took this one, at your 38 birthday, I remember... I do remember

 

 

-         I don’t need pictures, ya know?

 

 

And they stayed in silence for a while cause they both knew that he had just  admited it... he admited that he cared about Wilson and he admited that he remembered every moment that they spent together... he had admited that a lot more.

 

 

So Wilson bent down and kissed him.

It seemed the most natural thing to do, it seemed so obvious then but so brave now...

 

But after all they were drunk as ussual

and House was sad

and Wilson was feeling magnanimus...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But today, when House’s stomach is on fire

tonight when Wilson is anywhere but here

now is when House decides to remember... he remembers everything, picture by picture.

 

And it hurts

it hurts more than his stomach and more than his headache

 

 

So when he pukes he doesn’t know if he does it cause he’s feeling nauseous or cause that’s the way that his stomach cries...

 

But it doesn’t matter cause he is not here to see how much it hurts

he is not here and he doesn’t care

he had left him alone a long time ago...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-         What’s wrong Jimmy?     - a scared Coraline asks to his new boyfriend

-         Nothing, nothing... is just that... forget it

-         What is it? tell me!

-         Well... you’re going to think that I’m insane but I felt like... salt, on my lips

 

So Coraline kisses him

 

-         Nope, it’s just your imagination



 





TBC

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