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wilsonsfatwhitecat · 1 month

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I just know house has ate shit at least once trying to jump that wall to impress his boy-toy

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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Could I request a House fic with the general prompt being a Doctor/Patient pairing? Like House is attracted to (reader) patient. Your choice of fluff or smut

So sorry it's late but this is my first House fic so I wanted it to be good! Hope you like it!

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Dying's Easy

House x reader

description - you don't want to do the surgery and House is determined to change your mind.

word count - 781

warnings - talks of death, illness, terminal illness, hospitals, surgery, being put under.

a/n - my first House pairing fic so let me know what you think!

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Your whole body ached and felt like your blood had been drained and replaced twice over. You tried to curl up onto your side, in search of the comfort you received from such a childlike pose. But the wires and your fragile bones screamed for you to stop. You fell back onto the bed as tears of frustration poured down your cheeks.

A knock from a distinctly wooden object halted your crying. Upon seeing the face of your doctor you quickly wiped away your tears. But he had already seen.

He limped forward and place a chocolate pudding cup and spoon in the space between your hands. Before moving away he squeezed one of your bony hands, a little part of him sunk at the feel of your fragility.

“I got you a present.” He gestured to the dessert with his cane.

You looked at him suspiciously. “They’re free for patients.”

“I never said I paid for the present. Does our love mean so little that you must attach monetary value to it.” He dramatically placed his hand to his heart in faux hurt.

You giggled. “Thank you.” He smiled at the flicker of joy but his frown returned when he saw your hands uselessly attempt to open the cup in spite of their shaking. He rose and took the cup and opened it for you.

You gave him the sweetest smile you could muster but sunk down in the realisation of your inability to complete the task.

He went back and dragged his chair closer to your bed as you slowly tucked in to the delicious treat. Only taking small bites.

You had come to enjoy the frequent visits with your doctor. It seemed he only needed to be with you to soothe his own worries which you saw furrowed on his face. His team had often remarked how unusual his behaviour was, comparing him to manic genius with no sense of empathy. You found their quips funny especially because of how anachronistic they were to the man who helped you fix your pillows any time you so much as squirmed.

“I heard you’re refusing the surgery.” You halted your eating, your face fell. Of course it was this.

“I just don’t want to.”

“You realise you aren’t choosing between some cosmetic alteration, this is the choice between living and dying.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to live.”

“That’s ridiculous everyone wants to live.” He rolled his eyes.

“Living’s tiring.” Your voice became childlike in your admittance. This shocked him as his focus was no solely on you. “I’m tired, Greg.” Your words shook and were on the precipice of falling. He took your shaking hand in his and they lay linked on your bed.

“I know.” He cooed. “I know I’ve been wrong before, but I know I’m right about this. I won for you, now just let me fight it. For you.”

You still couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, afraid you’d crumble.

“Being alive is the worst.” You giggled at his dark quip. “But dying is the easy way out.” He used a finger to gently poke your cheek as you tried to contain your smile. “And I never took you for a coward.”

He sat there with you for a full hour. You dropped in and out of sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of your hand.

Eventually Cameron came to prep you for surgery. House still did not let go.

You lay on the table and the surgeons bustled around you, the anaesthetist approached with the gas. House stood next your head and softly stroked your eyelids to offer some comfort.

“Just one thing.” You managed out. “If I don’t wake up, there’s something I’d regret not doing. Can you kiss me?”

House was stunned for a moment and looked around at the surgeons managing one ear on the interesting turn of events. He carefully leaned down and planted the softest kiss onto your cracked dry lips. As soon as you connected he felt the stress leave your body and you welcomed whatever was to come. The gas mask was placed over your nose and mouth.

“See you in a bit.” House teased.

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Your heavy lids fought open and your blurry vision focused on the outline of your hospital room. Despite the post surgey pain, you could sense that everything else was gone. You were going to be okay. You strained your neck to turn to the side where your eyes landed on House, who’s bedraggled clothes indicated where he had slept waiting for you.

“Welcome back.”

You reached out a weak arm and cupped his cheek.

“Thank you.”

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moremousebites · 8 months

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house and wilson (taylor’s version) (part 2)

part 1

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caspsfang · 9 days

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“t4t House x Wilson” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"He's right!" they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 2nd row stands: House and Wilson themselves..

#hilson #house x wilson #gregory house x james wilson #house md #ftm t4t #mlm #trans for trans #trans masc #trans #gay

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imtoouncreativeforaname · 5 months

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why does no one ever see me off to an mental institution like wilson does house

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merlinthecowboy · 1 year

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hello i am house posting thanks to @cupidsintern

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queersolarfandompage · 5 months

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Current Hilson Fic ideas:

Raising Rachel - G

House and Wilson either babysitting Rachel for Cuddy (she asked Wilson but House came along) or House and Wilson were the ones to adopt Rachel.

Baby Thirteen - G

Wilson is new to Princeton Plainsboro. He quite likes the hospital but he’s not sure how to feel about the coworker next door, Dr. House. Or the little girl who keeps gifting him drawings and candies. Where did she come from?

Oblivious Series:

1. Flirt Alert - G

Wilson cannot recognize when someone is flirting with him, even if he swears he can. House decides to teach Wilson what flirting looks like, by flirting with the man, like the countless nurses would. How could his plan backfire?

2. (No Name Yet) - E

House and Wilson have been dating for a while now, and they haven’t had sex. Not that they haven’t gotten close, but they had yet to do the deed. Wilson is fine taking things slow, a stark contrast to most of his relationships, but House is eager to take his lover to bed.

3. (No Name Yet) - No rating yet

Wilson proposes to House, and House freaks out.

Corrupting Wilson - E

Pre-established relationship Hilson. House is interested in spicing up their sex life with some kinky things. Wilson had never considered the possibility.

Also I’m starting to brainstorm ideas for a gay chicken story, because that would be entertaining.

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mushi-shield · 2 months

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sentinelpri · 10 months

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And If You Close The Door, The Night Could Last Forever

When they’re working at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, Wilson and House are putting on an act. Why they do it, Wilson isn’t exactly sure. He knows that neither he nor House care about the opinions of their coworkers when it comes to what they do, but then again, that isn’t the problem. He supposes they’re more of admitting what they have to each other than they are to anyone else under the careful scrutiny of each other. It’s a game they’ve been playing for years.

At night- outside of the confines of the building where they work- however, things are just a little different. Neither of them acknowledge it, but they both know that the way they’re sitting on the hospital’s rooftop is not the way that two average friends would sit. They’re sitting on the edge, legs dangling off, nothing to save them but each other and their own hands gripping the railing.

Maybe they don’t want to be saved from this- from whatever it is that they are these days.

Wilson glances up at the sky. It’s a cool summer night and their usual view of the stars is shrouded by the dark, puffy grey clouds that float above them. It’s not quite as romantic as their usual silent star-gazing, though Wilson doesn’t mind very much. Those stars are always there and will probably be there for the rest of his life. He can’t exactly say the same about the man sitting next to him.

So, just like every other night they do this, Wilson quickly becomes distracted and trains his gaze on House.

The older man is still staring at the stars that aren’t even there, probably avoiding the intense eye-contact that Wilson is trying to make. It’s unsurprising- firstly because this is how it always goes, and secondly because Wilson is trying so desperately to see through House while Wilson is sure that House has always been able to see right through him. House already knows everything there is to know, so for him, there’s probably no point in looking anymore. Wilson wonders why House sticks around if he’s already figured him out. People are usually just cases to solve to him, after all, and House solved the case of Wilson more than ten years ago

“It’s weird to think…” Wilson starts, clearing his throat, which finally makes House look over at him.

“What is?” House responds, furrowing his brow.

“That there’s someone on this planet who knows everything about me,” Wilson pauses, then decides to clarify (even if House could’ve figured it out on his own, because House loves making Wilson admit every embarrassing thing he’s ever thought out loud). “You.”

“Oh, come on. I don’t know everything about you. That’d be ridiculous. It’s like I said before, you’re never boring. Surely, there’s something you haven’t told me about yourself; something I haven’t been able to figure out yet.”

“You really think that? I’ve always seen myself as an open book… You’ve been around me for so many years, surely you must’ve pieced everything together by now- or at least everything that’s worth getting to know about me.”

“Surely not. You’re more complicated than you like to make yourself out to be. Plus, it doesn’t matter how long you’re around someone…” House sighs, then shrugs and finishes his statement with- “People change.”

“Really? The House I know would never say that,” Wilson laughs. “People don’t change, they just become more of who they really are. Isn’t that what you claimed all those years ago?”

“...Same difference. I’d be lying if I said I thought you knew everything about me.”

“You think I don’t?”

House laughs back, shaking his head. Tears prick the corners of his icy blue eyes.

“I’m glad you don’t.”

“I’m sure you’re right, but try me,” Wilson challenges. Then, bracing himself, he reaches over and places a hand on top of one of House’s. House almost loses his grip on the railing, but Wilson quickly reaches over to hold his friend steady where he sits on the ledge of the hospital’s rooftop. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

House swallows tightly and averts his gaze, red dusting the top of his cheeks. It’s an expression that looks delightfully unfamiliar on such a cocksure man. Wilson can’t help but fall in love with it.

“How about ‘I love you’?”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” House says it plainly, almost as if he’s talking about the weather forecast or something of equal triviality. He pulls his hand away from Wilson, scoots back, and stands up on the roof to head towards the latch of the door that leads to the hospital’s top stairwell. Really, they’re not even supposed to be up here, but staff has access to the lock, so they’ve been frequenting this spot for years. “But we both know I’m not what you need.”

“But you are what I want,” Wilson quickly retorts because fuck, they’re finally talking about this and he doesn’t know when he’ll get the opportunity to bring it up again.

“Well, want and need are two different things.”

Wilson stands up and takes a few strides towards where House is standing. He pulls House’s hands away from the latch and peers up at him.

“Well, what if it’s both?”

“Then I feel bad for you,” House chuckles. “I’m a lot to deal with.”

“Don’t feel bad for me,” Wilson scoffs. “Or I’ll start to feel bad for you, too. I’ve consciously chosen to do this with you for almost a decade. You think I don’t know by now that you’re kind of a lot? I mean, you’re you.”

“Fair point, but… Are we just going to stand here like this, or are you going to shut up and kiss me?”

And, even if Wilson knows they won’t talk about this tomorrow, he double checks the lock on the roof’s door before pulling House into his arms and pressing their lips together- because maybe if he keeps that door closed, maybe if he keeps House close to him like this, tonight could last forever.