Drabble & more.

[rubberbutton]

It's funny how all the shit I failed to do yesterday comes back to bite me today. Anyway, guess what I was eating when I wrote this drabble:

Title: Broken Cookies
Rating: PG
Pairing: H/W
Words: 100
Disclaimer: yes.

He knows that it’s wrong, that he’s taking advantage of House. But he can’t even muster the vaguest regret. It’s so easy to slip back into House’s bed. He doesn’t bother asking anymore. If House didn’t want him there, he could change the locks. That’s how he justifies it. House could say no and never does. It’s a relief that House doesn’t complain when he leaves again. There’s no sulking, no petty jealousy, no mind games. Or at least no more mind games than usual. No repercussions. It’s a freebie. It doesn’t count as anything. Broken cookies have no calories.

 

Comments

[calidragon.livejournal.com]

Niiiiiiiiice!
Is the broken cookies a phrase I'm not familiar, or did you make it up? I like it.

You rule, and your icon STILL makes me happy. ^.^

[rubberbutton.livejournal.com]

Um. It's not a phrase I really made up per se, but I don't think I've ever heard it used to refer to anything other than cookies that are some how damaged. How damaged baked goods inspired H/W drabble, I'll never know. There is something deeply wrong with the way my mind works.

Yay, icon!love. Yeah, it makes me kind of warm and fuzzy too.

[calidragon.livejournal.com]

I'm honestly jealous, cause nothing I ever randomly think of like that ever turns into something interesting or constructive. Or rarely, maybe. But, it's probably an issue with motivation or maybe a symptom of my short attention span.

Speaking of which, I was a having a highly animated conversation with my mom last night and she mentioned that maybe I should get some kind of help to see if maybe I'm manic depressive (cause I was pretty hyper at that moment).

My reaction?...I burst out laughing.
"See what I mean?" she replied. God, maybe I DO need help. >.<