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Domestic by deelaundry (PG-13)
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simple__man, and I'll be doling out the House recs this month. I've been reading and writing House fic for about two years and change now.
I give full warning, I'm a House/Wilson kind of guy, although I may break out with some House/Foreman or Wilson/Foreman from time to time (if I can find any...). Alright, that's enough about me, onward to the ficcage!
Fandom: HOUSE
Pairing: House/Wilson
Length: approx 6000 words
Author on LJ:deelaundry
Author Website: Fic list is here
Why this must be read: If I could, I'd rec everything thatdeelaundry has ever written EVER, and if you're a House/Wilson fan at all, you've no doubt already read something or everything of hers already. If not, you should certainly take a day or two and read until your eyeballs fall out.
That being said, the reason this fic in particular must be read is because it involves one of my favorite things in fic, Wilson and House being domestic, and also a very rare thing in fic, a really interesting characterization of Wilson parents.
It's an H/W take on the classic "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" tale, and it's so homey and comfortable that it keeps enticing you back to roll around in it, like a warm feather bed or freshly raked leaves.
“What are you wearing?”
Wilson looked down at himself and then back up at House. “Pajamas.”
Sweet master of the obvious, House mentally cursed. “Flannel pajamas in September. Brand-new flannel pajamas with the top tucked in. The button-down, collared top. Are you planning on wearing a tie to bed?”
Still standing next to the bed, Wilson shrugged defensively. “So I bought new pajamas, so what?”
House leaned over, tugged at the side of Wilson’s waistband, and peered in. “And underwear. Boxer-briefs? Really?”
Wilson yanked his pajamas out of House’s fingers and pushed him back to his own side of the bed before climbing under the covers. “It’s all appropriate sleepwear.”
“Appropriate. I see. Do you want a chastity belt too? Or were you just hoping the geriatric grandpa act would thoroughly turn me off?”
House raised an eyebrow; Wilson grimaced and rolled over away from him. “Good night.”
“I hate to tell you, but you’ve seriously miscalculated.” Scooting closer, House snaked one hand down the back of Wilson’s pajamas and one hand down the front, noticing how pleasantly soft the flannel was. “Nerdy is a totally hot look for you.”
Domestic
simple__man, and I'll be doling out the House recs this month. I've been reading and writing House fic for about two years and change now. I give full warning, I'm a House/Wilson kind of guy, although I may break out with some House/Foreman or Wilson/Foreman from time to time (if I can find any...). Alright, that's enough about me, onward to the ficcage!
Fandom: HOUSE
Pairing: House/Wilson
Length: approx 6000 words
Author on LJ:
deelaundryAuthor Website: Fic list is here
Why this must be read: If I could, I'd rec everything that
deelaundry has ever written EVER, and if you're a House/Wilson fan at all, you've no doubt already read something or everything of hers already. If not, you should certainly take a day or two and read until your eyeballs fall out. That being said, the reason this fic in particular must be read is because it involves one of my favorite things in fic, Wilson and House being domestic, and also a very rare thing in fic, a really interesting characterization of Wilson parents.
It's an H/W take on the classic "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" tale, and it's so homey and comfortable that it keeps enticing you back to roll around in it, like a warm feather bed or freshly raked leaves.
“What are you wearing?”
Wilson looked down at himself and then back up at House. “Pajamas.”
Sweet master of the obvious, House mentally cursed. “Flannel pajamas in September. Brand-new flannel pajamas with the top tucked in. The button-down, collared top. Are you planning on wearing a tie to bed?”
Still standing next to the bed, Wilson shrugged defensively. “So I bought new pajamas, so what?”
House leaned over, tugged at the side of Wilson’s waistband, and peered in. “And underwear. Boxer-briefs? Really?”
Wilson yanked his pajamas out of House’s fingers and pushed him back to his own side of the bed before climbing under the covers. “It’s all appropriate sleepwear.”
“Appropriate. I see. Do you want a chastity belt too? Or were you just hoping the geriatric grandpa act would thoroughly turn me off?”
House raised an eyebrow; Wilson grimaced and rolled over away from him. “Good night.”
“I hate to tell you, but you’ve seriously miscalculated.” Scooting closer, House snaked one hand down the back of Wilson’s pajamas and one hand down the front, noticing how pleasantly soft the flannel was. “Nerdy is a totally hot look for you.”
Domestic
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