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Here's the problem: 80% is House/Wilson.
I NEED OTHER PAIRINGS! 13/Anybody, Chase/Anybody, Foreman/Anybody, Taub/Uh...no. In fact ANYBODY BUT H/W! OT3 fics are also encouraged!
Also, fics with no pairings whatsover are more than welcome.
I know most of my f-list are House/Wilsoneers, but we need variety! If you've already rec'd yourself, please don't rec anymore, okay? And please don't rec someone else. (Send them a PM to rec themselves.)
Start rec'ing yourself!
Also, please not more than two fics. Otherwise I have to select them, which sort of defeats the whole purpose.
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ETA: THIS LIST IS NOW CLOSED. THANKS FOR ALL OF THE SUBMISSIONS!
Authors: flywoman , jezziejay , cuddyclothes , pgrabia ...
Rating: PG-13 so far
Summary: In which Wilson is forced into a Santa suit and overdoes it on the eggnog at the annual PPTH holiday party, House attempts to take him home, and hijinks ensue.
Notes: Written for Sick!Wilson Fest holiday prompt #1: "I would love some to read some 'Wilson gets drunk and injured' fics (since we know he has a history of bad things happening to him while drunk). For an added holiday touch, he could be drunk on spiked eggnog. Extra cookies if House was responsible for the spiking. :)" The complete story is to be posted to sick_wilson_fest between Dec. 18 and Dec. 25.
Part 1 ("'Zat you, Santa Claus?") by flywoman
Part 2 by jezziejay
Part 3 ("Santa gets himself a ho-ho-ho") by cuddyclothes
Part 4 ("I saw Greg House kissing Santa Claus") by pgrabia
Part 5 ("Sleigh bells ringing") by flywoman
Part 6 by jezziejay
( All I Want For Christmas Is You )
genre: angst, fluff
A/N Needed to write this instead of ranting.
"Good for you. " Wilson smiled sadly, and left.
There was a moment of silence. House thought to himself, I just threw out my best friend for a woman who's made me miserable ever since we hooked up? What is wrong with me?
"What is wrong with you, House?" yelled Wilson, storming back into the apartment. He glared at House. "I don't believe you! I put up with your shit for years, you come crying to me every time you get a boo-boo," Wilson threw up his hands. "Then, I come to you with a real moment of heartbreak--"
"Oh come on, Wilson, the worst you could call it is heartbent."
"Semantics!" Wilson dropped onto House's couch and folded his arms. "The fact is, I needed you tonight, and you told me to get lost! For Cuddy, for God's sake! You don't get pussy for a week and you cave? Again? How about calling her and, oh, I don't know, saying you have a friend in crisis, could she perhaps come an hour later?? Get me a beer, Mr. Castrati."
"God, first Cuddy, now you. Wilson, you're being as much of a diva as she is." House handed him a beer. "Maybe I should to lie to you. Make you go away for a week."
"Please. If I had a dollar for every time you lied to me, I'd have all of the money you owe me. Jesus, House. I loved Sam."
House grinned. "You're already talking about her in the past tense, Wilson. Now I can tell you she looked like a manatee." He lifted his beer. "To love. It sucks. "
"It sucks." Wilson lifted his beer in answer. "You wouldn't leave me over a stupid argument about nothing."
"And you wouldn't withhold sex if I lied to you and didn't apologize."
Wilson sighed. "If I did, we'd never have sex." He looked up at House. "Come on, be a friend. Tell her to come over later."
"Why?" There was suspicion in House's tone, but he smiled.
"You have a heartbroken friend who needs consoling. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to lean on. Someone to undress. Someone to...well..." He paused. "Said friend wouldn't withhold sex. In fact, said friend needs to have his heartbreak diverted by sex." Wilson reached out and hooked a finger into House's waistband. He gave House a seductive smile. "My heart is broken, after all."
House slowly slid down onto the couch next to Wilson and put his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Yeah, I can feel it," he said, unbuttoning one button of Wilson's shirt to slide his hand in over Wilson's chest. Wilson shivered with pleasure. "Nice big heart you've got there."
"It's not the only thing that's big," Wilson said, reaching over and gently rubbing the crotch of House's tuxedo pants. "You looked so hot tonight, you know that, don't you?"
"Ooooh, yeah... gimme a minute." House grabbed his cell phone with his free hand and punched a button with his thumb.
"Hi," he said tenderly. "I'm really sorry, but something's come--up--and I need to make it ten o' clock, okay?" House listened. "Oh, well, if that's too late, maybe we should wait until tomorrow."
Wilson slowly kissed down House's neck. House pulled away, giving Wilson a warning glance. "I know, but it's not a good time. Oops! My pager! I think Masters hit puberty! Gotta go! See you in the morning!"
The cell phone dropped from his hand. "Who's being diverted now?" House's head lolled back against the couch. He winced as Wilson continued to rub his groin. "Jesus, Wilson, if I'd stayed on the phone, I'd start making squealing noises. Which might tip her off."
Wilson smiled. "Who cares?"
House pulled Wilson's face toward his gently and kissed him. "She'll never know. It's just a little white lie."
This epic fic is truly epic. Warnings for bad stuff, and it's kinda slashy.
This is my homage to the many creative minds in the fic community.
( Greggy threw up on Wilson, who flew into a rage and tossed the toddler on to the leather sofa. "You-you BASTARD! That was a Christian Dior silk tie!" )
Okay, I'm a Hilson/Huddy shipper. Hilson more on the fantasy side, Huddy more on the actual television show side. But tonight, after a massively wonderful episode, the last five minutes
SUCKED HARDER THAN A STARVING WARTHOG AT IT'S MOTHER'S TEAT!
She saves House from fucking VICODIN? She has a last-last-last-last minute change of heart and says "I love you "?????????
THIS WAS THE CHEESIEST FIVE MINUTES OF TV I HAVE SEEN SINCE I WAS A KID!
It absolutely ruined what for me was a great episode. And damn, now I have Vicodin blueballs!!!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT MOTHERFUCKING FUCK SO OOC FUCK FUCK HOW LAME WAS THAT FUCK FUCK FUCK
ETA: It is official: Kate Jacobs says that the relationship is indeed canon. If only it had happened in a remotely realistic way.