Dee Laundry

Jack Wilson is now thirteen years old.

O_O

Love you, sweetheart.



"Celebrating the birthday of a fictional character is cringe!"

Yeah. So?

Title: Never Could Spell Medieval
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Summary: How can you have one without the other? Discussion the day before Halloween, 2014
Notes: Thank you SO MUCH to nightdog_barks and bironic for beta duties and general cheerleading. There is actually sick Wilson in this fic, but don't blink because you'll miss it. If you'd like more sick Wilson, please let me refer you back to a previous fic in this 'verse, Senseless, which has heaping helpings of hurt, both physical and mental (but a happy ending). The entire My Fathers' Son series can be found on AO3 here.

( Uh )

Title: Pigtails
Author: Dee
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Summary: PPTH Oncology Halloween Party, October 31, 2012
Notes: Once upon a time, I decided to write a long fic, and a 'verse was spawned. For some reason, this 'verse has compelled me each of the past three years to have fun discussing a little kid's Halloween costume. The world is an interesting place.

( Wilson! 'Sup? )

Title: Post an Entry
Pairing: House/Wilson mentioned (Wilson/Other Character mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Words: ~400
Summary: Fifteen-year-old aspiring writer Jack Wilson has a Livejournal account. He hasn't made any posts Public yet. This one will never be. (Midquel for My Fathers' Son.)
Notes: So, LJ has decided to discontinue Writer's Block, thus jossing this little ficlet that I started in November 2009. Ha-rumph.

Post an Entry
Post as: wordsonapg
Post to: lj user="wordsonapg"
Date: November 12, 2024, 23:03

Tags: writer's block, private
Mood: contemplative
Show This Entry to: Just Me (Private)

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Writer's Block: Do you know any things about your parents that they don't know that you know? What are they? How would you feel if they found out that you know?

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Know, know, know, know. That, that. Consecutive "they"s with two different antecedents. Who the hell edits these questions?

( Anyway. )

Um, bleah. Nothing really to say but it's been eleven days since I posted, so hi.

That day I promised to write? I did write, a little, for a middle bit of a fic that will probably never get finished (the one where House is an importer/exporter and Wilson gets forced to wear a reverse posture collar and also Chase is quite charming). I didn't write the chainfic bit I'm supposed to write, or the fic that explains why the hell the end of S7 of House happened, or you know, the bingo fics.

On the plus side, I am getting closer to finishing a "what happened during Hurricane Irene" vignette for the My Fathers' Son 'verse.

And dammit, now that I say that, I missed Jack's birthday. : ( "The day after my birthday is not my birthday, Mom," as Flight of the Conchords song says. Happy Belated Second Birthday, bb.

Having an Issue happens late this afternoon, into the evening.

(Posted just because I like to amuse myself by matching the Jack stories with their day on the calendar.)

Happy First Birthday, Jack!

Love and kisses. ♥ ♥ ♥

Title: Peekaboo
Author: Dee Laundry
Pairing: House/Wilson, Blythe/John
Rating: R for language (humorous)
Words: 1978
Summary: Blythe House has no problem whatsoever with pink.
Notes: Part of the My Fathers’ Son 'verse; direct sequel to Luminescence. Set in late December 2009, although this 'verse deviated from canon at about late season Three. This fic is a birthday present for the utterly awesome daisylily. Thanks to nightdog_barks, perspi, and bironic for the beta.

( Wilson had seen people fall in love before, but none who'd fallen as hard and as fast as Blythe did for sixteen-week-old Jack. )

Jack Wilson has some awesome baby furniture and bedding in his room, just waiting for him!

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PS. Bonus Points if you guess why Wilson picked that design scheme for Jack's bedroom.

Title: Relict
Author: Dee Laundry
Rating: PG
Words: 215
Notes: Sequel to My Fathers' Son, written for photoash.

( Three months after House dies, a very handsome man in his late fifties asks Wilson out on a date. )