FIC RECS: HOUSE & JOOSTER
italics represent the recommended.
1. HOUSE
a. The Seduction of Jimmy Wilson
fauxpocky
Rating: NC-17 to-be-safe-not-sorry
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: Relatively unique, I thought-- House creates and tests the hypothesis that Wilson has the hots for him. Inbetween are scenes as perceived by the Ducklings. And, eventually, a bit of plot twist. There are a few grammar errors/ellipse uses that stand out, but it's otherwise relatively good.
Excerpt:
House ticked off another point on his mental list. It wasn't exactly conclusive evidence, but every little bit helped. Wilson's opinion on the right tie to go with the blue shirt had been suspicious on its own, put it together with the fact that Chase agreed, and it was far more damning.
Sure, Chase wasn't exactly gay - there'd been that thing with Cameron, after all - but he was pretty sure Chase counted as "insufficiently straight" (or the Cameron thing would have continued, and he would have been spared). Or he was just Australian. The country that produced a road trip movie about three drag queens in a big pink bus probably had a lot to answer for when it came to Chase.
b. The Scientific Method
cirrocumulus
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: I think the dialogue in this story is amazing, with some decent introspection (is that a word? Well, it is now.) It reads like a filler episode of House, comes off a little long-winded, but the ending is totally worth it.
Excerpt:
"I only want you to have a functional relationship for once-"
"Yeah, and you're one to talk!" House yelled. He knew he was rounding a dangerous corner, but something in him snapped and things he wanted to say for years couldn't be held in any longer. "You've been married three times, you've had countless girlfriends, and not one of them have even been remotely functional." House practically spat the word. "Just because you have women in your life doesn’t mean anything, it doesn't mean a damn thing if you go through them too quickly to actually stop and care about any of them," House shouted. "It doesn't make you any less lonely."
The silence after this tirade was like the calm after a storm. Wilson tried to look House in the eye, but blinked and quickly shifted his gaze down at his feet, which were almost inscrutable in the encroaching dark.
"This isn't about me," he finally whispered, looking up into House's eyes with steely resolve. "This is about you. Whatever you say about me isn't going to change the fact that if you don't stop this you're going to end up alone."
"Well where do you plan on going!?"
c. Drabbles Challenge
bethctg
Rating: G ~ R
Comments: A collection of really cute, deep, sad, happy drabbles. I'm becoming a fan of drabble challenges, shut up.
Excerpts:
It was late, and House had had a hell of a day at the hospital, ultimately diagnosing a teenager with a fatal disease. Everyone had, naturally, taken it hard.
He was happy to find Wilson waiting up for him, sitting on the sofa, watching a do-it-yourself show.
"Thought you didn’t like this show," House said, peeling off his jacket.
Wilson yawned. "It’s okay, I guess. You’re just in time for the band saw."
"Cool," House said. He dropped down beside Wilson, swung his leg up on the arm of the sofa and laid his head in Wilson's lap.
d. The Dreams in Which I'm Dying
labellacaracol
Rating: PG13
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: APOCALYPSE!FIC. It's one of those quirky genres that I have an absolute thing for. House and Wilson at the end of the world. It's sad, and it's sweet, and it has R.E.M references (i.e it fucking rocks). It's probably one of the favorite things I'm reccing today, mostly because it's fucking apocalypse!fic. heeenhg.
Excerpts:
He didn't stay long at the hospital after it started to go crazy. He tells himself that he doesn't miss it, miss them, but they dance behind his eyelids. He and Wilson though, they're alright because they're alive and even if things are going a little crazy, they're not alone.
e. Indemnity
kalimyre
Rating: PG13
Pairing: House/Wilson pre-slash
Comments: Possibly my favorite rec of them all. House goes to rehab, post-Finding Judas. If anyone on the show was able to write the rehab as amazingly as this, I think I might enjoy it. The transformation within this fic is absolutely stunning.
Excerpts:
On the fourteenth day, House is walking back to his room after the group therapy session when he hears the phone ringing. His leg throbs warningly at him, but he limps a little faster anyway, thumping into the room and snatching the phone up. When he answers, he tries very hard not to sound out of breath. “What do you want now?”
“How did you know it was me?” Wilson asks.
“I didn’t. That’s how I always answer.” Except that he did because no one else ever calls him here. His mother would, he supposes, if he’d been able to make himself tell her.
“I see you haven’t lost your charm,” Wilson says. House can hear faint sounds in the background, the rustle of many people together and the periodic disembodied voice of someone being paged and for a moment he feels something very much like homesickness.
f. TV Doctors
Nuala
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson pre-slash
Comments: AHAHA, just the premise is funny. And the name 'Hizzy' kills me. It is a story of lust, medicine, and House's new favorite TV Show.
Excerpts:
House managed to chew the candy with an air of contemplation. "He's interesting," he mused. "I can't figure out why he'd hang around with such an asshole."
Wilson thought for a moment before answering. "Maybe," he said carefully, "he sees more than just the asshole's gruff exterior. Maybe he likes the asshole's intelligence and passion. Maybe... maybe the asshole is charming too."
"Unlikely." House turned to look at Wilson as the credits began to roll. "An asshole is an asshole. There's usually very little beneath the surface of an asshole except a bunch of shit. And, as you pointed out earlier, it takes one to know one."
Wilson frowned at that, and was going to reply when something on the credits caught his eye. "'Hizzy'? The head doctor's name is 'Hizzy'?"
"Yep. I prefer the more loquacious 'Hizzazzle,' myself, but that's just the kind of guy I am: verbose."
e. Slash in the Hizzy
Nuala
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hizzy/Watson, House/Watson (one-sided omg), House/Wilson
Comments: Cameron writes Hizzy fanfiction, slash, which makes her a trillion times more likeable in my eyes. House discovers it and there is humor and drama. It is amazing. AMAZING.
Excerpts:
"You've seen Hizzy," she repeated slowly. "You've seen it enough to comment on Watson's character. To say that he's, uh," she glanced at the papers, "'too intelligent to fall for Hizzy's obvious lines.'"
House cleared his throat. "Well..." he began.
Cameron flipped a page. "And here you say Watson is 'complex and strong, very in character.' And here," she said, flipping again, "you crossed out 'brown eyes' and wrote that Watson's eyes are 'actually a subtle hazel colour: chocolate brown in the centre with gold bands radiating out, with a slight grey gradation at the edges of the iris.'" She looked stunned.
"Ah, yes," House said, uncomfortable and trying to hide it, "I have one of those high-definition sets at home, so I notice things like --"
"Dr. House," Cameron said incredulously, "do you have a crush on Dr. Watson?"
2. Jeeves & Woster
a. Jeeves and the Divine Retribution
lemmealone
Rating: M
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Comments: My favorite Jeeves & Wooster fic ever. I love her Wooster-voice. Most of the commenters took up over four pages quoting their favorite bits, which makes the excerpts part for me a little hard as well. It is very well-written, and even if you have no idea who Jeeves and Wooster are, I'd still recommend it highly. Oh man. Out of everything I'm reccing, this is my favorite.
Excerpts:
By the looks of things, Jeeves had just stepped through the front door, and I’m not sure what he’d been doing with himself down at the post office but the Jeeves I was seeing was not the Jeeves to which I had become accustomed.
He was ten feet tall, for one thing. His cheeks looked like he’d been doing the rounds of the music halls as a rouge-happy chorus girl, and if he had ever looked at me with that expression on his face I’m sure I would have melted quietly through the wall and ended up on the street outside.
I hadn’t even realised the man knew how to make a fist, but the knuckle bones were certainly on display at that moment. He charged into the flat like a well-dressed avenging angel and laid waste to my two gentleman callers like one was Sodom, the other Gomorrah and he was the bird who rained fire on them both.
And this is where that great big poem comes in - the one I was telling you about, with the cannon. Because while I was busy holding down the carpet and watching Jeeves beat these two coves bloody, a line from it flew into my head and sort of roosted there. I watched from the sidelines, and those two poor blighters felt how awful goodness is.
b. The Matter of Mr. Wooster's Headaches
skyblue-reverie
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Rating: NC17
Comments: A bit quick on the sex, but skyblue-reverie writes brilliantly for both Jeeves and Wooster, as you'll tell in the entire series, that starts off with this fic.
Excerpt:
He seemed to be in the grip of some monumental internal struggle. After a moment, he seemed to reach some kind of decision. He drew a deep breath and said, "I - I love you, Jeeves."
Inwardly I trembled, but I kept my voice calm as I said, "Yes, sir, you have often compared me to a mother, a sister, or a kindly uncle." I must admit I took some amount of petty satisfaction in reminding him of these comparisons, even as I allowed myself to hope that he no longer viewed his affection in those terms.
He flushed unhappily and said, "Well, yes, dash it. But - that’s not what I mean. I mean to say - I feel for you… well, rather as Madeline Bassett feels for old Gussie Fink-Nottle. All… gooey, and sappy, and whatnot."
If it was not the flowery and sweeping declaration of love that one reads in the works of Rosie M. Banks, it was nevertheless a heartfelt sentiment.
Finally allowing myself to believe that I would be able to express my long-concealed feelings to my employer, I recalled an appropriate quote from one of my favourite poets, and began, "I am minded of the poet Burns, sir, when he wrote - "
"Stuff the poet Burns," he interrupted. "What I want to know is, well, I suppose it’s too much to hope that you feel the same way, but you’re not going to leave me now, are you?"
Also, also, if you haven't read the latest mspaint_lolz, it is HERE and omfg, the funniest thing since ever.
I was going to rec more Jooster and some Stugh, but the narcotics are kicking in, and I can't write much more, because I feel very doozy, and a bit like i'm flying. ENJOY GUYS. <3
1. HOUSE
a. The Seduction of Jimmy Wilson
fauxpocky
Rating: NC-17 to-be-safe-not-sorry
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: Relatively unique, I thought-- House creates and tests the hypothesis that Wilson has the hots for him. Inbetween are scenes as perceived by the Ducklings. And, eventually, a bit of plot twist. There are a few grammar errors/ellipse uses that stand out, but it's otherwise relatively good.
Excerpt:
House ticked off another point on his mental list. It wasn't exactly conclusive evidence, but every little bit helped. Wilson's opinion on the right tie to go with the blue shirt had been suspicious on its own, put it together with the fact that Chase agreed, and it was far more damning.
Sure, Chase wasn't exactly gay - there'd been that thing with Cameron, after all - but he was pretty sure Chase counted as "insufficiently straight" (or the Cameron thing would have continued, and he would have been spared). Or he was just Australian. The country that produced a road trip movie about three drag queens in a big pink bus probably had a lot to answer for when it came to Chase.
b. The Scientific Method
cirrocumulus
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: I think the dialogue in this story is amazing, with some decent introspection (is that a word? Well, it is now.) It reads like a filler episode of House, comes off a little long-winded, but the ending is totally worth it.
Excerpt:
"I only want you to have a functional relationship for once-"
"Yeah, and you're one to talk!" House yelled. He knew he was rounding a dangerous corner, but something in him snapped and things he wanted to say for years couldn't be held in any longer. "You've been married three times, you've had countless girlfriends, and not one of them have even been remotely functional." House practically spat the word. "Just because you have women in your life doesn’t mean anything, it doesn't mean a damn thing if you go through them too quickly to actually stop and care about any of them," House shouted. "It doesn't make you any less lonely."
The silence after this tirade was like the calm after a storm. Wilson tried to look House in the eye, but blinked and quickly shifted his gaze down at his feet, which were almost inscrutable in the encroaching dark.
"This isn't about me," he finally whispered, looking up into House's eyes with steely resolve. "This is about you. Whatever you say about me isn't going to change the fact that if you don't stop this you're going to end up alone."
"Well where do you plan on going!?"
c. Drabbles Challenge
bethctg
Rating: G ~ R
Comments: A collection of really cute, deep, sad, happy drabbles. I'm becoming a fan of drabble challenges, shut up.
Excerpts:
It was late, and House had had a hell of a day at the hospital, ultimately diagnosing a teenager with a fatal disease. Everyone had, naturally, taken it hard.
He was happy to find Wilson waiting up for him, sitting on the sofa, watching a do-it-yourself show.
"Thought you didn’t like this show," House said, peeling off his jacket.
Wilson yawned. "It’s okay, I guess. You’re just in time for the band saw."
"Cool," House said. He dropped down beside Wilson, swung his leg up on the arm of the sofa and laid his head in Wilson's lap.
d. The Dreams in Which I'm Dying
labellacaracol
Rating: PG13
Pairing: House/Wilson
Comments: APOCALYPSE!FIC. It's one of those quirky genres that I have an absolute thing for. House and Wilson at the end of the world. It's sad, and it's sweet, and it has R.E.M references (i.e it fucking rocks). It's probably one of the favorite things I'm reccing today, mostly because it's fucking apocalypse!fic. heeenhg.
Excerpts:
He didn't stay long at the hospital after it started to go crazy. He tells himself that he doesn't miss it, miss them, but they dance behind his eyelids. He and Wilson though, they're alright because they're alive and even if things are going a little crazy, they're not alone.
e. Indemnity
kalimyre
Rating: PG13
Pairing: House/Wilson pre-slash
Comments: Possibly my favorite rec of them all. House goes to rehab, post-Finding Judas. If anyone on the show was able to write the rehab as amazingly as this, I think I might enjoy it. The transformation within this fic is absolutely stunning.
Excerpts:
On the fourteenth day, House is walking back to his room after the group therapy session when he hears the phone ringing. His leg throbs warningly at him, but he limps a little faster anyway, thumping into the room and snatching the phone up. When he answers, he tries very hard not to sound out of breath. “What do you want now?”
“How did you know it was me?” Wilson asks.
“I didn’t. That’s how I always answer.” Except that he did because no one else ever calls him here. His mother would, he supposes, if he’d been able to make himself tell her.
“I see you haven’t lost your charm,” Wilson says. House can hear faint sounds in the background, the rustle of many people together and the periodic disembodied voice of someone being paged and for a moment he feels something very much like homesickness.
f. TV Doctors
Nuala
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson pre-slash
Comments: AHAHA, just the premise is funny. And the name 'Hizzy' kills me. It is a story of lust, medicine, and House's new favorite TV Show.
Excerpts:
House managed to chew the candy with an air of contemplation. "He's interesting," he mused. "I can't figure out why he'd hang around with such an asshole."
Wilson thought for a moment before answering. "Maybe," he said carefully, "he sees more than just the asshole's gruff exterior. Maybe he likes the asshole's intelligence and passion. Maybe... maybe the asshole is charming too."
"Unlikely." House turned to look at Wilson as the credits began to roll. "An asshole is an asshole. There's usually very little beneath the surface of an asshole except a bunch of shit. And, as you pointed out earlier, it takes one to know one."
Wilson frowned at that, and was going to reply when something on the credits caught his eye. "'Hizzy'? The head doctor's name is 'Hizzy'?"
"Yep. I prefer the more loquacious 'Hizzazzle,' myself, but that's just the kind of guy I am: verbose."
e. Slash in the Hizzy
Nuala
Rating: PG
Pairings: Hizzy/Watson, House/Watson (one-sided omg), House/Wilson
Comments: Cameron writes Hizzy fanfiction, slash, which makes her a trillion times more likeable in my eyes. House discovers it and there is humor and drama. It is amazing. AMAZING.
Excerpts:
"You've seen Hizzy," she repeated slowly. "You've seen it enough to comment on Watson's character. To say that he's, uh," she glanced at the papers, "'too intelligent to fall for Hizzy's obvious lines.'"
House cleared his throat. "Well..." he began.
Cameron flipped a page. "And here you say Watson is 'complex and strong, very in character.' And here," she said, flipping again, "you crossed out 'brown eyes' and wrote that Watson's eyes are 'actually a subtle hazel colour: chocolate brown in the centre with gold bands radiating out, with a slight grey gradation at the edges of the iris.'" She looked stunned.
"Ah, yes," House said, uncomfortable and trying to hide it, "I have one of those high-definition sets at home, so I notice things like --"
"Dr. House," Cameron said incredulously, "do you have a crush on Dr. Watson?"
2. Jeeves & Woster
a. Jeeves and the Divine Retribution
lemmealone
Rating: M
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Comments: My favorite Jeeves & Wooster fic ever. I love her Wooster-voice. Most of the commenters took up over four pages quoting their favorite bits, which makes the excerpts part for me a little hard as well. It is very well-written, and even if you have no idea who Jeeves and Wooster are, I'd still recommend it highly. Oh man. Out of everything I'm reccing, this is my favorite.
Excerpts:
By the looks of things, Jeeves had just stepped through the front door, and I’m not sure what he’d been doing with himself down at the post office but the Jeeves I was seeing was not the Jeeves to which I had become accustomed.
He was ten feet tall, for one thing. His cheeks looked like he’d been doing the rounds of the music halls as a rouge-happy chorus girl, and if he had ever looked at me with that expression on his face I’m sure I would have melted quietly through the wall and ended up on the street outside.
I hadn’t even realised the man knew how to make a fist, but the knuckle bones were certainly on display at that moment. He charged into the flat like a well-dressed avenging angel and laid waste to my two gentleman callers like one was Sodom, the other Gomorrah and he was the bird who rained fire on them both.
And this is where that great big poem comes in - the one I was telling you about, with the cannon. Because while I was busy holding down the carpet and watching Jeeves beat these two coves bloody, a line from it flew into my head and sort of roosted there. I watched from the sidelines, and those two poor blighters felt how awful goodness is.
b. The Matter of Mr. Wooster's Headaches
skyblue-reverie
Pairing: Jeeves/Wooster
Rating: NC17
Comments: A bit quick on the sex, but skyblue-reverie writes brilliantly for both Jeeves and Wooster, as you'll tell in the entire series, that starts off with this fic.
Excerpt:
He seemed to be in the grip of some monumental internal struggle. After a moment, he seemed to reach some kind of decision. He drew a deep breath and said, "I - I love you, Jeeves."
Inwardly I trembled, but I kept my voice calm as I said, "Yes, sir, you have often compared me to a mother, a sister, or a kindly uncle." I must admit I took some amount of petty satisfaction in reminding him of these comparisons, even as I allowed myself to hope that he no longer viewed his affection in those terms.
He flushed unhappily and said, "Well, yes, dash it. But - that’s not what I mean. I mean to say - I feel for you… well, rather as Madeline Bassett feels for old Gussie Fink-Nottle. All… gooey, and sappy, and whatnot."
If it was not the flowery and sweeping declaration of love that one reads in the works of Rosie M. Banks, it was nevertheless a heartfelt sentiment.
Finally allowing myself to believe that I would be able to express my long-concealed feelings to my employer, I recalled an appropriate quote from one of my favourite poets, and began, "I am minded of the poet Burns, sir, when he wrote - "
"Stuff the poet Burns," he interrupted. "What I want to know is, well, I suppose it’s too much to hope that you feel the same way, but you’re not going to leave me now, are you?"
Also, also, if you haven't read the latest mspaint_lolz, it is HERE and omfg, the funniest thing since ever.
I was going to rec more Jooster and some Stugh, but the narcotics are kicking in, and I can't write much more, because I feel very doozy, and a bit like i'm flying. ENJOY GUYS. <3