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My Easter basket

Favorite Characters: Wilson, House, Chase, Cameron, Kutner, Amber... but no objections to any specific character.

'Ships that sail for you: House/Wilson, House/Chase, House/Cameron, doomed!Chase/Cameron, Wilson/Amber, doomed!House/Cuddy, combinations of any of these if you think that you can make it work

Friendships and platonic relationships: Any, as long as they're written in-character... or as entertaining crack.

Prompts - words, song lyrics, or just the premise of a story you've always wanted to see written: "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent (House/Wilson), "She's Your Cocaine" by Tori Amos (doomed!House/Cuddy), "Not the Doctor" (doomed!House/Cuddy), "Coin-Operated Boy" by the Dresden Dolls (doomed!Chase/Cameron). I'm a big fan of snarky banter, dark & bittersweet sex/romance, and House and Wilson sleeping together (not a euphemism). Also, I love me a good crossover - just check my profile for other shows I watch.

Anything to avoid
?* Foreteen, Masters/anyone (friendship is fine), physical abuse (mental/emotional abuse is pretty much par for the course in this universe, and rough sex play is fine), abuse of the word "lover"

Which ratings are you okay with?
Any ratings


*LOL... these specifications are a hell of a lot tamer in the West Wing fandom.

Comments

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petitecuriosity
Apr. 11th, 2011 02:12 pm (UTC)
I've been trying to work on your "Not the Doctor" request lol. I actually have part of it done. Now that "Out of the Chute" and "Fall From Grace" have happened, I've been wondering whether or not to just include clips before the breakup, or if I should include clips during their fallout...
flywoman
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:13 pm (UTC)
I've been trying to work on your "Not the Doctor" request lol.

SQUEEEEEE!

Now that "Out of the Chute" and "Fall From Grace" have happened, I've been wondering whether or not to just include clips before the breakup, or if I should include clips during their fallout...

Hmm. I can definitely think of some post-break-up clips that would make a lot of sense to include! Although I was imagining that it might end with that long shot of Cuddy looking sad with House's head in her lap in "Recession Proof."
petitecuriosity
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:15 pm (UTC)
Hmm. I can definitely think of some post-break-up clips that would make a lot of sense to include!

Any suggestions?

Although I was imagining that it might end with that long shot of Cuddy looking sad with House's head in her lap in "Recession Proof."

Do you have a preference between this and using post-break up clips?
flywoman
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC)
I was thinking that it could make sense to include shots of House taking vicodin, sitting on his hotel bed rubbing his thigh, and standing on the balcony railing. But I would prefer that it end with Cuddy looking pensive with House in her lap. It does not necessarily have to be presented chronologically after all, if you can convey that Cuddy is considering the possible consequences of breaking up with him :).
petitecuriosity
Apr. 11th, 2011 04:45 pm (UTC)
Oooh okay. Thanks for the clips suggestions! :) (I'm not sure when I will have the video done, but I can assure you I will.)
barefootpuddles
Apr. 11th, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
mental/emotional abuse is pretty much par for the course in this universe

LOL. Isn't that the truth! :P

Thank you for getting everyone going with fanfiction again!
(Anonymous)
Apr. 13th, 2011 07:50 pm (UTC)
I'll be the first with a short but entertaining crack!fic :)

Title: Moving on
Rating: Gen
Genre: drabble
Pairing: Everyone is in.
Summary: S7 final episode’s promo video. Imagine that it is a script for a video. No spoilers! Just my imagination.
Disclaimer: I'm not making any profit from this. House belongs to David Shore and Co.

Narrator’s voice: Next Monday on FOX. The final episode of House.
Snapshot: “Moving on” (big white letters on a dark blue screen).

Narrator’s voice: Wilson shares his deepest secret.
Snapshot: House and Wilson are having an argument. Wilson looks defeated; he walks out the room, slamming the door. House stares at his back.

Narrator’s voice: Dominica struggles with a sudden illness.
Snapshot: Dominica lies in a hospital bed. Heart monitor is beeping rapidly, and the heart rate number flashes red.

Narrator’s voice: House makes a crucial decision, and Cuddy has difficulties accepting his choice.
Snapshot: Cuddy is reading a letter, she looks worried and uncertain.

Narrator’s voice: In joy and sorrow friends stay friends.
Snapshot: Chase, Thirteen and Forman are sitting in a cosy bar, drinking and chatting merrily. Taub, looking sad and heart-broken, joins them.

Narrator’s voice: Sometimes a tragedy urges you to reevaluate your priorities. To make a move you had never had courage to make.
Snapshot: House and Wilson are walking away from a modest funeral ceremony. Outside the cemetery gates they stop in silence, staring at each other.

Narrator’s voice: Next Monday on FOX!
Snapshot: “Moving on” (big white letters on a dark blue screen).
flywoman
Apr. 13th, 2011 10:50 pm (UTC)
LOL. I think House may have taken the whole "'til death do us part" thing a little too seriously. Poor Dominika!

Thank you for the ficlet! I'll just pretend that this is what's going to happen on the show...
flywoman
Apr. 14th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
I suppose that I should also try to guess who this was! It's not like anyone's stuff I've seen. "Cosy" is spelled in the British way - was that on purpose to throw me off? But I'm going to guess... barefootpuddles.
justjuly4
Apr. 25th, 2011 05:37 pm (UTC)
This was mine! I tried to make it short to avoid mistakes :) Glad you liked it!
flywoman
Apr. 25th, 2011 05:40 pm (UTC)
Wow, that's cool - you really surprised me! My other guess would have been cuddyclothes. Nice job!
justjuly4
Apr. 26th, 2011 12:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I tried my best!
(Anonymous)
Apr. 14th, 2011 06:08 pm (UTC)
Title: Don't Open The Door!
Spoilers: none
Summary: You should be careful when opening bathroom doors. Crack!fic. Double drabble.
Rating: PG-13 (T) for adult imagery.

House pushed the bathroom door open, and felt it bang against something with a dull thud. Simultaneously there was a yelp of pain.

"Are you crazy? You could have knocked!"

"You could have locked the door."

"The lock got 'broken' last week when you decided to watch me showering instead of renting porn."

"You weren't just showering, you used three different kind of care products on your hair. It felt like hairdressers' porn. What are you doing in front of the mirror? Not yet done with your make up?"

"I need to go to the ER. Cornea lesion. In the left eye."

House looked.

"You’re right. What did you hurt yourself with? We need to bring that along."

"Here."

******
"Good to be home again, and to know my eye won't have permanent damage."

"Yes. Now I want you naked and spread eagle." Soon Wilson found himself tied to the four bedposts.

"It's not just your eyebrows that are starting to sprout annoying white hair, but I'll fix that. Don't worry, you won't need the ER this time."

He shuddered when he saw House approach with an evil grin, his reading glasses on, and the tweezers in his right hand.
flywoman
Apr. 14th, 2011 11:56 pm (UTC)
LOL... I would sooner watch Wilson shower than rent porn, too.

Hmm, something about the dialogue sounds familiar.

I'm guessing... damigella_314!
damigella_314
Apr. 25th, 2011 02:26 pm (UTC)
I must be so easy to guess :-). And yes, I would also rather watch Wilson shower - or have RSL's hand on the small of my back, you lucky (fly)woman!
flywoman
Apr. 25th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC)
Just FYI, saying "spread eagle" instead of "spread-eagled" and "make up" instead of "make-up" suggested an ESL author, and the formatting told me that it was you and not justjuly. Well, that and the fact that Wilson had to go to the emergency room ;).

Thanks very much for the ficlet!
damigella_314
Apr. 25th, 2011 05:23 pm (UTC)
I actually learned spread eagle from finding it in a fic and then checking it on wikipedia. Make-up on the other hand was a mistake (maybe due to my antipathy for it).
I hoped the fact he survived so easily was already better than what I usually do. :-)
(Anonymous)
Apr. 15th, 2011 12:21 pm (UTC)
It Isn't MS
Title : It Isn't MS
Rating : G
Summary : The morning after the President's press conference House comes to Cuddy's office.

A/N - A (sort of) crossover with the West Wing, liberties taken with the respective timelines...



"The President doesn't have MS."

Cuddy looked up from her computer. There was only one person in the hospital rude enough to just barge into her office like this and that was the tall scruffy guy with the cane who loomed over her desk, staring down her blouse.

"The President of...your fan club?"

"Oh, what a wit! No, Wilson doesn't have MS, he just walks funny. President Bartlet, the big Chief, the guy who was all over my television screen last night interrupting the final episode of Hot Girls of Miami Beach. Now I'll never know if Candy went off with Joe or Bill. Or maybe both..."

"President Bartlet has MS, end of discussion. He just announced it on national television."

"So it must be true then. He doesn't have MS."

"This is going to end his career House, there's going to be an investigation into whether he should be impeached. He's not going to say he has MS because he has a sore leg."

"Public loves a lame duck, get himself a good cane and they'll be falling all over themselves to vote for him."

"So you think he's fabricated the fact that he has a serious illness, and that's he's been covering up for years so that he can get the sympathy vote at the next election?"

"No, the idiot thinks he has MS because that's what his moronic doctors told him. One test and they've jumped straight to the top of the degenerative disease Hit Parade. Get him in here and we'll work out what he actually has." House turned to go, apparently quite secure in the belief that she would somehow be able to produce President Bartlet for him.

"House, I can't call up the President and tell him that the dozen or so doctors he's already seen were wrong and there's a madman in New Jersey who wants to have a look at him."

"Why not?"

"It... just doesn't work that way! Do you have idea how many doctors, faith healers and alternative practitioners are probably trying to ring the White House this morning after that press conference? All saying that they can cure the President. I am not having this hospital put on a blacklist because you think that you can diagnose a man by watching him on your television!"

House strode over to her desk and picked up her phone, thrusting the handset at her.

"Ring up that guy you used to date - Sam Seabone or was it Seahorse? He works for the President, he can get us in."

Cuddy stared at him, open mouthed.

"That wasn't me, that was my twin sister - Laurie. And how did you know about that anyway?"

House just stared at her and she sighed, she'd forgotten who she was dealing with. "Never mind, of course you knew." She made a mental note to change the password on her computer - again. "Anyway, I'm not involving my sister just so you can indulge your curiosity. The answer is no, House." A horrific though struck her. "And you are not, repeat not, going to DC to drug, kidnap or otherwise assault the President to get him here."

House looked affronted, his eyes going wide. "Just because I drugged one patient..."

She stared at him and he shrugged.

"Okay, maybe it was two. Just because I drugged two patients..."

"House, this is not a soap star, or your ex girlfriend's husband. You are talking about the President of the United States. There will be no drugging. There will be no phone calls. You will forget it and go back to your office and play with your ball. Are you reading me?"

"Fine! But when he dies of something else, and all the little democrat children are crying into their cereal just remember that you could have saved him."

House turned and limped out of her office. She heaved a sigh of relief and went back to her paperwork. House was just being ridiculous. The President had MS, not some mystery illness. House was just bored and trying to make trouble. She was not going to ring her sister, she was not going to try and make contact with the White House.

Five minutes later she put down her pen and picked up the phone.

"Hey Laurie? It's Lisa. I've got a big favor to ask you..."
flywoman
Apr. 15th, 2011 01:22 pm (UTC)
Re: It Isn't MS
"Just because I drugged two patients..."

LOL, thanks! I know I've actually read a fic a little bit like this before - I think House and Wilson are watching Bartlet on TV and House says that he obviously doesn't have MS, and then it cuts to Abby and Jed watching "House M.D." and (I think Abby) saying that House is faking the limp, something like that.

But this one is great, especially the way you bring in Lisa's twin sister and Sam Seabone (I'm going to call him that from now on!) and the patient druggings! House and Cuddy's banter is also very natural.

I would guess yarroway except that as far as I know, she isn't participating. Hmm... maybe menolly_au?
(Anonymous)
Apr. 15th, 2011 09:34 pm (UTC)
Re: It Isn't MS
Anon will admit to having read that one - In the Shadow of Two Canes I think it was called but remembered it as being more about Bartlet using the cane 'wrong' - should have checked - oops. Sorry about that. Glad you enjoyed it anyway.
flywoman
Apr. 15th, 2011 09:40 pm (UTC)
Re: It Isn't MS
Yes, I think that was what it was called, but I honestly don't remember the details. I like this one very much, though! Thanks again! :)
menolly_au
Apr. 25th, 2011 12:01 pm (UTC)
Re: It Isn't MS
Yes, I will confess this one was me :) Good guessing :)
flywoman
Apr. 25th, 2011 04:43 pm (UTC)
Re: It Isn't MS
I remembered that you and yarroway had commented on one of my West Wing posts a while back. Anyway, thanks again for the fic, I really enjoyed it! :)
(Anonymous)
Apr. 22nd, 2011 05:23 am (UTC)
For your Easter basket.
Moonlit Moments (a drabble)

House loved moments like these when insomnia gave him the opportunity to watch Wilson slumber. His arm and leg were draped over the diagnostician and he snored softly. His dark hair was mussed up from their lovemaking; a blossoming love-bite on his shoulder looked dark in the pale moonlight shining through the window. He looked thoroughly debauched, contented. There were no creases of worry on his forehead; he was completely at peace. He was beautiful and House never wanted moments like these to end. The happiness he had long sought after was wrapped around him and in his arms, asleep.
flywoman
Apr. 22nd, 2011 11:09 am (UTC)
Re: For your Easter basket.
I like to imagine Wilson finding some peace and happiness, even if these are only temporary. This would be a beautiful moment.

Thank you, Easter fic bunny!
flywoman
Apr. 22nd, 2011 11:13 am (UTC)
Re: For your Easter basket.
Oh, and I am guessing pgrabia for this one.
pgrabia
Apr. 25th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)
Re: For your Easter basket.
Yes, it was me. I didn't even try to hide it but you probably would have guessed it was me even if I had!

Glad you liked it :-)
flywoman
Apr. 25th, 2011 04:44 pm (UTC)
Re: For your Easter basket.
I liked it a lot, thanks!

Just in case you were wondering, referring to House as "the diagnostician" was what gave you away.
pgrabia
Apr. 25th, 2011 07:04 pm (UTC)
Re: For your Easter basket.
Yeah, I figured as much, lol!
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