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you will get wet on this ride
Title: you will get wet on this ride
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phinnia
illustrator and graphics guru:jane_hidell
rating: PG-13
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: second in a sporadically updated set of fluffy wilson-centered ficthings done by request! Writing by me; pixel-Wilsons byjane_hidell. Sounds fun, doesn't it? It IS fun. If you want your own, go here and ask for one! (the rules, which are kind of minimal, are in the post. <3) This one, as requested by sodiumbisulfite, has House and Wilson at Disneyland on the hottest day of the year.
House was reluctant to take the offered wheelchair until he found out it was a free pass around the lines and up the exit gates for every ride in the Magic Kingdom. It was somewhere around then that he stopped muttering darkly about mutant mice with no testicles to speak of and started looking ... if not happy, then, well, at least only mildly devious.
Wilson had to admit it was much more convenient this way too, except that House seemed to feel this gave him license to engineer their whole trip around his preferences.
That said, he likely would have done it that way anyway.
"I want to ride Space Mountain."
"We just did. Twice. What about that new Pirates of the Caribbean ride? I've heard that's pretty good."
"I refuse to use your hard-earned money to further some twisted megacorporation's brand agenda." House's expression twisted into a mockery of rage.
"What, you didn't hear about the Space Mountain movie they're making?" House looked so horrified at the very idea that Wilson's poker face began to crack around the edges, and he laughed. "Let's sit down for a bit."
"Wuss." House rolled his eyes, but he started steering erratically towards one of the benches anyway, spooking several pigeons and at least one toddler in the process.
"God, it's hot. You have sunscreen on, right?"
"Yes."
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"Well, quit mothering me then. It's unnatural. There's something disgustingly Freudian about it, considering what happened in the shower this morning."
"I'm not mothering, I'm ... oncologist-ing." Wilson pulled a bottle of water out of House's backpack and took a long swig of it. "Occupational hazard. Just like when you start telling me about all the horrible things you can catch in public bathrooms."
"No, that's just to watch other people squirm." House smirked. "Did you see that one guy last time when I started talking about cholera? Awesome."
"It's one of your talents. You can make just about anyone into Howard Hughes." Wilson passed the water to House and got up for a moment, stretching. "Back in a second."
House nodded, tipping his head back and tossing a Vicodin in his mouth before chasing it with the lukewarm water.
Wilson returned momentarily, carrying two strange looking objects that appeared to be spray bottles from Mars. He handed one to House with a quirky grin. "My brothers and I always used to get these at amusement parks."
"What the hell are they, some kind of alien wind farming gadget?"
"Fans." He flicked a switch on the bottom and the little plastic blades on the top started spinning. "Little battery powered fans."
"Huh." House looked a little closer at his own. Unfortunately his examination was interrupted by a stream of piss-warm water hitting him right between the eyes.
He looked up at Wilson, furrowing his eyebrows together.
"Did I mention they squirt water?" Wilson smirked, starting to back away down the cobblestoned path.
"You are going down for this." House hissed, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Wilson, as it turned out, wasn't bad at running backwards. And five minutes later when he fell into one of the fountains and got soaked, House just laughed at him from the comparatively dry wheelchair and threw a towel over his head.
author:
phinniaillustrator and graphics guru:
jane_hidellrating: PG-13
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. i own nothing.
author's note: second in a sporadically updated set of fluffy wilson-centered ficthings done by request! Writing by me; pixel-Wilsons by
jane_hidell. Sounds fun, doesn't it? It IS fun. If you want your own, go here and ask for one! (the rules, which are kind of minimal, are in the post. <3) This one, as requested by sodiumbisulfite, has House and Wilson at Disneyland on the hottest day of the year.House was reluctant to take the offered wheelchair until he found out it was a free pass around the lines and up the exit gates for every ride in the Magic Kingdom. It was somewhere around then that he stopped muttering darkly about mutant mice with no testicles to speak of and started looking ... if not happy, then, well, at least only mildly devious.
Wilson had to admit it was much more convenient this way too, except that House seemed to feel this gave him license to engineer their whole trip around his preferences.
That said, he likely would have done it that way anyway.
"I want to ride Space Mountain."
"We just did. Twice. What about that new Pirates of the Caribbean ride? I've heard that's pretty good."
"I refuse to use your hard-earned money to further some twisted megacorporation's brand agenda." House's expression twisted into a mockery of rage.
"What, you didn't hear about the Space Mountain movie they're making?" House looked so horrified at the very idea that Wilson's poker face began to crack around the edges, and he laughed. "Let's sit down for a bit."
"Wuss." House rolled his eyes, but he started steering erratically towards one of the benches anyway, spooking several pigeons and at least one toddler in the process.
"God, it's hot. You have sunscreen on, right?"
"Yes."
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"Well, quit mothering me then. It's unnatural. There's something disgustingly Freudian about it, considering what happened in the shower this morning."
"I'm not mothering, I'm ... oncologist-ing." Wilson pulled a bottle of water out of House's backpack and took a long swig of it. "Occupational hazard. Just like when you start telling me about all the horrible things you can catch in public bathrooms."
"No, that's just to watch other people squirm." House smirked. "Did you see that one guy last time when I started talking about cholera? Awesome."
"It's one of your talents. You can make just about anyone into Howard Hughes." Wilson passed the water to House and got up for a moment, stretching. "Back in a second."
House nodded, tipping his head back and tossing a Vicodin in his mouth before chasing it with the lukewarm water.
Wilson returned momentarily, carrying two strange looking objects that appeared to be spray bottles from Mars. He handed one to House with a quirky grin. "My brothers and I always used to get these at amusement parks."
"What the hell are they, some kind of alien wind farming gadget?"
"Fans." He flicked a switch on the bottom and the little plastic blades on the top started spinning. "Little battery powered fans."
"Huh." House looked a little closer at his own. Unfortunately his examination was interrupted by a stream of piss-warm water hitting him right between the eyes.
He looked up at Wilson, furrowing his eyebrows together.
"Did I mention they squirt water?" Wilson smirked, starting to back away down the cobblestoned path.
"You are going down for this." House hissed, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Wilson, as it turned out, wasn't bad at running backwards. And five minutes later when he fell into one of the fountains and got soaked, House just laughed at him from the comparatively dry wheelchair and threw a towel over his head.
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*snuggles fic*
Also: Mouse on a Jew!
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And I can't believe that you were not only the first one to say 'Mouse on a Jew', but also so far the ONLY one. <3
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This is so sweet! And hilarious! And summery! I love it.
And
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LOL soaked!Wilson!
I can totally see "RL" Wilson with Mickey ears. :)
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I love Disneyland, I confess it. And its mouse-ear dress code :D
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*worships you forever.*
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I adore Wilson and his Mickey Mouse balloon XD
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