#hilsonvignettes

[babyboywilson]

house and wilson are absolutely the type to get married and then divorced 6 months later and then they miss each other and get married again a few weeks later only to get divorced 4 months after that. and this is why house is constantly mocking wilson for always getting divorced because he’s the one divorcing wilson all the time.

like. house talking to a patient one day and being like “you need an oncologist, let me page my ex-husband,” but foreman had already paged wilson a few minutes ago and wilson walks in right as house says that and wilson says “wait, why am i your ex-husband again? we only just got married again last week at the courthouse,” and house turns around and is like “yes, well, you stole the last pb&j sandwich from the fridge this morning and I was saving that. you’ll find my ring on top of a stack of divorce papers on your desk.”

wilson convinces house to shred the divorce papers and put the ring back on his finger later that afternoon after a desperate and frantic quickie in wilson’s office that leaves house breathless and, for the first time in a long time, speechless

[babyboywilson]

thinking about wilson getting married to women because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do. and every time he ends up divorced and hurt, he goes right back to house. wilson shows up on house’s doorstep and mutters “I need you” and house caves every single time because he thinks maybe this time it’s real, maybe this time wilson will want him enough to stay. and in those weeks and months that follow, when they’re tangled in the sheets together, gasping shaky breaths into each other’s mouths, when wilson utters that he loves house… house wants to believe him. but deep down he knows it’s not what wilson means. a few weeks later, wilson is seeing another woman; taking her out on dates and saying that he thinks she’s the one this time, he’s sure. wilson moves out of house’s apartment and their relationship shifts back into easy friendship. house swears this is the last time he’ll let wilson mess with his head like this. but house is weak. he knows he won’t ever say no to wilson when wilson comes knocking on his door

[babyboywilson]

wilson finds house passed out asleep in the chair in the corner of his office after a long day. he knows the underlings are still around running tests and that’s why house is still there this late at night. quietly, wilson shrugs off his hoodie and drapes it over house’s chest to keep him warm before leaving for the night. the next day, house is walking around wearing the hoodie acting like it’s his own. a week later, house is in wilson’s office lounging on the couch while wilson is working on paperwork. house catches the way wilson shivers out of the corner of his eye. “cold?” house asks without looking up from his game. wilson hums vaguely but only looks up in confusion when house suddenly gets up and marches out of the room. shaking his head, wilson goes back to work while idly wondering why him being cold was strange enough to make house leave. a couple minutes later, house walks back in with wilson’s hoodie and he hands it back to him. “oh, i forgot i’d given it to you. thanks,” wilson says, sliding it on over his shirt with a content sigh. house gives him a strange look, caught somewhere between curious and fond before he flops back down on the couch. a few days later, wilson deliberately leaves the hoodie in the kitchen area of house’s office, hoping that house will wear it again. when he sees house walking around later that day wearing the hoodie again, wilson’s heart skips a couple beats and he can’t help the smile that crosses his lips. he quite likes seeing house walking around the hospital wearing his hoodie knowing everyone else that works there knows it’s wilson’s hoodie and that they’re sharing clothes

[babyboywilson]

house leaves early one day while chase, cameron, and foreman are in the lab running countless tests to determine what bacterial infection their patient has. “what, you got a date or something?” chase teases once he spots house leaning casually against the door to the lab. and house grins as he replies, “taking the old ball and chain out tonight.” then he winks and disappears out the door. for the rest of the night, the team tries to decipher what house meant. cameron is convinced house has a secret wife he’s been hiding from the team, foreman is adamant no one would ever date house and therefore he’s messing with their heads, and chase thinks house has rented an escort for the night.

the next morning, the team runs into wilson on their way to house’s office. wilson is carrying a poster in his hands and he’s smiling. “woah, you went to the concert last night?” chase asks, motioning to the poster. wilson’s smile turns into a dazzling beam as he replies, “we did. it was a great surprise.” before the team can push who wilson meant by ‘we’, wilson disappears into his office and house rounds the corner towards them. house is wearing a concert tshirt. from the same concert that wilson went to. house smirks as he watches the team draw their own conclusions. foreman darts his gaze between house and wilson’s office before shaking his head and focusing back on the results from their testing. cameron mutters a quiet “we” as she looks down and notices house is wearing a ring on his finger for the first time since she’s known him. chase grins, pointing at the oncologist’s open office door as he asks, “did you and the old ball and chain have a good time at the concert last night?” house moves to walk into his own office, glancing back at the team as he replies with a cocky, “we did.”

[babyboywilson]

house marches into wilson’s office one day, slaps some money on his desk, and says casually, “$20 says I can kiss you and make you fall in love with me.” wilson looks up from his paperwork and raises his eyebrows, trying to analyze house’s motive for the bet. “and who set you up to this?” wilson asks before going back to his work; deeming it was better to ignore house’s little game for now. house scowls. he doesn’t like when wilson ignores him. time to up the ante. “you did.” and that gets wilson looking up again with a flicker of interest hidden behind an air of nonchalance. but house can read wilson better than that, and he can tell he’s caught wilson’s attention. wilson’s gaze darts over house’s face for a few seconds before his expression morphs into a half-smirk. he snags his wallet and pulls out $20 of his own. “extra $20 says you’re the one falling in love with me after i kiss you.” house grins at the bet being doubled before he moves around the desk. wilson stands up from his chair and they lean in at the same time. the kiss starts out biting; teeth clacking as they both fight for dominance. and then wilson is sliding his tongue over house’s lower lip and into his mouth, and house gives up the fight as his breath catches in his chest and stutters out in a groan into wilson’s mouth. the kiss morphs into something desperate as they both give and take, years of pent up yearning finally catching up to them and being transferred between their mouths. and then it changes again as wilson softens the touches and each kiss lingers slow and tender, leaving house feeling light headed and weak in the knees.

turns out they both lose the bet.

and cuddy wins, because she was the only one who knew with absolute certainty that the two idiots had been in love with each other and pining (moping actually, in her office to be precise) for years.

[babyboywilson]

placing a wire cage on wilson’s desk, house tapped against wilson’s desk with his cane. “need you to do surgery on this patient.”

wilson barely looked up from his paperwork. “i don’t do surgery on rodents.”

“fibroadenoma. need an oncologist to remove the mass,” house said.

that got wilson to glance up. “you could easily surgically remove that yourself. you don’t need my help,” wilson replied as he squinted at the rat in the cage. “wait a minute, is that your rat?”

house rolled his eyes. “the fact you couldn’t say for certainty if that’s someone else’s rat or steve mcqueen, and you live with him, says a lot.”

throwing his hands up into the air, wilson sighed. “a rat is a rat. they all look the same.”

house faux-gasped. “where did you get your degree from? i’m personally revoking your license and sending you back to vet school.”

“who’s rat is it?”

house smirked lazily. “let’s say the owners name is egg.”

“you’re the worst. it is your rat, isn’t it?”

“steve is our rat.”

wilson dropped his head down against the table. “what did you do to give “our” rat a fibroadenoma?”

tsking, house dropped down onto the couch that was tucked into the corner of wilson’s office. “nothing you can prove. do the surgery on your lunch break.”

the sigh that came out of wilson’s mouth was long suffering. house knew that meant wilson was agreeing to whatever hair-brained scheme house had come up with. “if he continues to gnaw loudly on wooden blocks during the night and keeps waking me up, i’m slipping him too much propofol during the procedure.”

house snagged his cane and got up from the couch. “no you won’t. you secretly love him.” house left the room and wilson watched him go.

reaching into the cage, wilson snagged steve mcqueen and placed him on the desk so he could wander across the surface. “knew it was you all along, steve. already put a surgical plan together for you when i saw the mass last week,” wilson said. he stroked a finger over steve’s head and settled back into his seat to finish up his paperwork so he’d have the time to do surgery during lunch.

[babyboywilson]

house md is essentially: house suggests something absolutely insane as a diagnosis or treatment, all the underlings thinks it won’t work but do what house says anyway because no one can really argue with house’s logic except cuddy but house does what he wants anyway, wilson is in the background looking all smitten at house, house sees the fond looks that wilson is giving him and decides to pull pranks on wilson, wilson is more cunning and pranks house back and somehow that’s a love language that equates to them banging and exchanging a marriage proposal all at once, house sudden gets an ah-ha moment while he’s eye-fucking wilson and he saves the day with a diagnosis of infective wind exposure, everyone has some poignant moment at the end of the episode, and house goes home with wilson

[babyboywilson]

house accepting wilson dating amber and saying “i’ve decided you could do worse than a female proxy for me.” what if… what if house spent all night thinking about it. sitting up against his headboard of his bed and pulling at his hair as he takes vicodin to try and ease the physical pain manifesting in his chest; trying not to break apart into pieces as he realizes how agonizing this is. that wilson is finally ready to date someone like him… but he found a ‘house replacement’ instead of dating the real thing. that wilson would never date him because wilson only dates women. and that hurts more than anything in the world. because they could have this. wilson wants house’s personality and snark and wit. he likes it. he’s attracted to it. but he just doesn’t want house himself. he wants all of house’s attributes… but in a woman and not in him. and that’s the hardest part to reconcile with. house will never be enough for wilson. no matter how much he yearns and aches for wilson. no matter how much sexual attraction and tension lingers between them. even though wilson wants house too, he would rather date the female version of house. amber is better for wilson than he is, and house now knows it. house has to let wilson go… has to let him be happy. even if it tears house’s heart apart every minute every day for the rest of his life

[babyboywilson]

If youre still doing hilson requests...

Can you do one about them examining Castiel (spn) and have it be a funny mix between the two?

Idea that i have is house just assuming dean/cas are together and dean assuming house/wilson are together and it just becomes the spiderman meme akskaksjjk

the file on house’s desk detailed a man who was near death - ribs shattered, punctured lung, lacerated spleen, bloodwork that indicated DIC. but that wasn’t why the file was on house’s desk. the case was shunted to house because, after performing CTs, MRIs, and x-rays, there was no abnormalities seen. the man had been wheeled into surgery, and when chase had excised into the abdomen, the spleen was perfectly intact. the thorax showed no sign of a punctured lung, and the ribs were completely normal with no signs of any breakages.

“i’m telling you, this man came into the ER a few hours ago and he was minutes from death. and now… he’s completely healed. its as if nothing happened in the first place,” cameron said. “people barely heal from all those injuries to begin with, let alone being perfectly healed in 3 hours.”

house dropped his cane down onto the floor and marched out of his office. “only reason i’m going to the ICU right now is to prove you wrong,” house said. “clearly your skills have slipped since you left the team.”

cameron rolled her eyes. “my medical skills are perfectly fine. i’m telling you, this was some kind of miracle from God.”

“no such thing,” house grumbled.

pushing into the ICU, house glanced at the apparent patient cameron and chase had been working on. the man seemed perfectly normal, standing and tugging on a long brown trenchcoat. another man was perched on the end of the bed, quickly handing some silver object to the man in the trenchcoat. the man in the trenchcoat brushed his fingers against the other man’s and he offered him the softest look as he uttered his thanks.

veering off to the side, house spied wilson sitting at the nurses station. moving to perch himself on the edge of the desk where wilson was hunched over, house bumped wilson’s shoulder with his leg. “get a load of the guy in bay 5. apparently he came in a few hours ago looking like he’d fucked a meat grinder, and now he’s up and walking like he’s danced through a healing portal.”

wilson glanced up, leaning his forearm against house’s left thigh as he twisted around house’s body to glance at the man in bay 5. “who knows, maybe he’s blessed with magic healing from a deity?”

“asshole,” house muttered, shoving wilson’s arm off his leg and grinning when wilson half fell out of his chair from the unexpected movement.

without another word, house bent down, snagged wilson’s sandwich and took a bite. “be back once i’ve interrogated handsome man and his leather-jacket boyfriend.”

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” wilson grumbled, snatching the sandwich back from house and taking a bite just to prove a point.

“yeah yeah,” house muttered, snagging his cane and thumping over to the men in bay 5.

“let’s get out of here before anyone notices-” the leather jacket wearing man started to say.

house thumped his cane down in front of the trenchcoat man. “too late for that.”

leather jacket man pushed himself off the bed and smoothly stepped in front of trenchcoat man. “you’ve got the wrong guy. cas just had a mild concussion. he’s fine.”

house dragged his eyes up and down leather jacket man’s body. “not from what the file says. your boyfriend should be dead. and yet, handsome over there is walking out of here as if nothing ever happened.”

“nothing happened,” the trenchcoat man - cas - said.

the other man cleared his throat, dropping his eyes to the floor as he muttered, “he’s not my boyfriend.” house watched, analyzing, as the other man half leaned back into cas’ space and his hand settled onto cas’ lower back. “we’ll be leaving now.”

house took a half-step back, pretending to let them pass, but at the last second he flicked his cane out in an attempt to trip cas. the man moved quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, shifting out of the way of the cane as his hand reached out to wrap around the other man’s bicep to steady him from the rapid movement.

house raised his eyebrows. “doesn’t seem like you have a concussion at all, do you, handsome?”

“back off,” the other man snarled.

“dean,” cas said, squeezing dean’s arm once. cas and dean’s eyes locked and they clearly had some silent conversation before dean stepped back in silent submission.

house smirked. “not your boyfriend, hm?”

dean glared and his gaze darted across the room, lighting up when he saw the man at the nurse’s station watching them closely. “I don’t think your boyfriend appreciates you hitting on cas.”

“i don’t have a boyfriend,” house snapped.

“oh really?” dean asked, stepping closer into house’s space and nodding his head towards wilson. “looked like you were sitting in that man’s lap. seemed pretty cozy to me, sharing food and touching.”

house glanced over at wilson and snorted out a laugh. “wilson isn’t my boyfriend. he’s my best friend. i just happen to steal his food just because i can.”

dean let out a derisive laugh. “looked like he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. seemed pretty boyfriend-y to me.”

“you can’t keep your hands off handsome man,” house pointed out.

“cas is my best friend.”

house glared at dean. dean glared at house. a recognition passed between them, a hint of panic. they both tore their eyes away from each other.

“c’mon cas, let’s go,” dean said, snagging cas’ wrist and pulling him towards the door. house let them go.

“what was that about?” house could hear cas asking as they left the ER, but he couldn’t catch the rest of the conversation.

moving back to the nurse’s station, house leaned against the desk by wilson; his eyes still on the place where dean and cas were.

“you just let them go? what happened?” wilson asked.

house didn’t reply, his gaze on the two men as they climbed into an impala. house caught the way dean watched cas get in first, something tender in the way his shoulders tensed and then relaxed as he watched cas settle into the car before dean climbed in himself. a moment later, they were gone.

waving a hand in front of house’s face, wilson called out, “earth to house. what’s going on?”

clearing his throat, house shook his head. “nothing. must’ve been a patient mix-up.”

wilson followed where house was gazing, but there was nothing outside the doors of the ER. shaking his head, wilson patted house’s knee and held out his sandwich for house again in a silent offer to share his food.

house took the sandwich without a word, suppressing a shudder as his fingers brushed against wilson’s as he took the sandwich.

[babyboywilson]

i'm still watching the show but uhh can i request hilson? my favorite trope is fake/pretend relationship so... maybe something short where they kiss just to piss someone off and they end up in a full blown make out session? or literally anything else as long as you have fun writing!!! ily!!

“that would mean someone would actually want to date you with your caustic personality,” chase pointed at house with a pen in his hand.

the team had been debating the dating history of a patient, and somehow the conversation had devolved into house’s dating present.

house kicked his feet up onto the table and motioned lazily in the general direction of wilson’s office. “i’m already in a relationship.”

foreman rolled his eyes. “whatever twisted friendship you have with wilson doesn’t count.”

house scoffed. “we’ve been together for years.”

“as friends, sure. we’re talking about dating. and no one would want to date you. especially wilson. he knows you too well to date you,” chase continued.

cameron finally looked up from the files she’d been skimming through. “wilson wouldn’t even kiss you, let alone date you.”

house glared at the team, squinting his eyes as if they were a puzzle he was trying to solve. then, without a word, he stood up and marched out of the office. the team scrambled to follow as house moved with purpose directly into wilson’s office.

wilson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as the door banged open and he caught sight of the look of determination on house’s face. house motioned with the crock of his index finger for wilson to come closer, and wilson got up without hesitation.

using the handle of his cane, house snagged wilson’s hip and yanked him closer. the look in house’s eyes screamed a challenge, and, glancing behind house, wilson caught a glimpse of the rest of the team standing in the doorway to his office.

oh, here they go again. wilson had no idea what was about to happen, but if he knew house the way he did, he knew there would be no backing down until house had won whatever little game he was playing.

when house leaned in and crushed his lips against wilson’s, wilson clenched his fists and then released them a moment later.

house smirked against wilson’s lips as he felt wilson’s hands settle on his waist as he relaxed into the kiss. it was way too easy to slide his tongue into wilson’s mouth. it was even easier to draw out little breathy gasps from wilson’s lips as house explored wilson’s mouth.

maybe they’d done this before and house couldn’t remember. or maybe wilson just trusted him that much and he was smart enough to put two and two together for whatever game house was playing with his team and was kissing house as if he’d done it a million times before.

either way, kissing wilson was too easy. and a little bit… addicting.

house moved back a step, breaking the kiss before he got hooked. but wilson followed; chasing house’s lips as if he simply couldn’t resist. and damn, it was even easier to fall back into the kiss now that the weakness had been discovered.

this time wilson led the kiss, gliding his tongue slowly and teasingly over house’s lower lip before dipping into house’s mouth just enough to brush against house’s tongue. house shuddered and let out a groan. wilson chuckled against house’s mouth but didn’t break the kiss.

in the back of house’s mind, he dully realized it had gone beyond a kiss and had turned into full on making out. but he didn’t care. not when wilson’s hands had moved to either side of his jaw and he was kissing house passionately with a hint of desperation that was almost dizzying.

the need to breathe was burning up house’s lungs, but god he didn’t want this to end. just a few more seconds. just a little longer to taste the hint of coffee in wilson’s mouth from his morning cup of coffee. just another moment to memorize wilson’s mouth.

when he broke the kiss, gasping for air and holding onto wilson’s chest to keep himself stable, it felt like the room was spinning. he glanced over to the doorway to gloat about their very ‘real’ relationship, but the underlings had already disappeared.

“looks like you made your point, whatever that was,” wilson panted out.

house couldn’t even remember what the point was anymore now that he was staring at wilson’s mouth as need burned down his throat. “shut up,” house muttered, unable to resist the magnetic force anymore as he closed the distance and attached his lips to wilson’s again.

now it was wilson grinning into the kiss, but house didn’t care. as long as wilson continued to kiss him with that same toe-curling intensity as the first kiss they’d just shared.

[babyboywilson]

house wasn’t one to initiate kisses. he was fine with wilson pressing a brief kiss against his lips when wilson left early for work and house was still half asleep in bed. or the messy press of mouths in breathless kisses as wilson pressed into him and house grasped at wilson’s shoulders as heat and sweat built up between them. but whenever wilson went to drop a kiss on house’s cheek after lunch in the hospital cafeteria, house would get up quickly and avoid the touch. or when wilson came home from work late and house was making them dinner in the kitchen, when wilson leaned in to kiss him, house dodged and patted wilson on the shoulder instead. house caught the pained look that flashed across wilson’s face momentarily before wilson shook his head and muttered he was going to take a shower before dinner. he knew wilson was shrinking away; that he was losing wilson. but there was a tightness in his chest he couldn’t shake. a voice in his head telling him it was wrong to kiss wilson, that wilson wasn’t a woman and house shouldn’t want him the way he did even though they’d been screwing for weeks.

it took a couple more weeks before things changed. wilson was quiet; hiding in his office a lot during work days and coming back to the apartment late at night, sticking to his side of the couch when they watched tv at night with dinner on their laps. house didn’t like it. the distance felt like a chasm. was it really worth losing wilson because house couldn’t fight the internalized homophobia in his head?

“need a consult,” house said a few days later, pushing into wilson’s office and dropping a file onto wilson’s desk. wilson glanced briefly at the file and darted his eyes up towards house’s face without making eye contact. “no you don’t. a first year med student could tell you that was lung cancer,” wilson pointed out. house half-grinned, and then moved around to the other side of wilson’s desk. “just checking your oncologist skills are still working,” house said, and then, softer and more honest, he said, “thanks.” that got wilson’s attention. wilson looked up in surprise, and house swooped down, pressing his lips against wilson’s in a chaste kiss. wilson let out a stuttered gasp, returning the kiss for a moment before house pulled away. “lunch in an hour?” house asked, still breathing wilson’s air. wilson smiled, soft and happy. “good, i’m starving,” wilson replied. house stepped back, picking up the file and waving it at wilson. “you’re paying,” house said with a smirk as he moved towards the door. huffing out a laugh, wilson leaned back in his chair. “i expected nothing less.”

it wasn’t much, but it was a start, and house was ready.

[babyboywilson]

wilson thought he’d be safe coming to the parade. no one he worked with would show up here. sure, he knew everyone around him was an ally. but he was pretty confident none of them would be attending the event.

this was somewhere wilson could maybe possibly finally explore the possibility he wasn’t as straight as he proclaimed he was. because straight men didn’t stare at their best friends out of the corner of their eye when their best friend was busy writing symptoms on a white board. straight men didn’t get jealous when their best friend flirted with other people.

so yeah, maybe wilson was a little bit curious about bisexuality.

he’d found a tie with pink, purple, and blue stripes and paired it with a baby blue shirt. and he walked into the pride parade with his head ducked down and a blush dusting his cheeks.

he’d barely walked around the first corner when a man dropped a rainbow hat on wilson’s head. “welcome to pride,” the man said, ghosting a barely-there kiss to wilson’s cheek before disappearing again.

wilson reached up, touching his cheek reverently as a shy smile tugged at his lips. he could do this. he could accept who he was. and he could accept others seeing him for who he was. it felt good - to finally be free to express himself.

someone handed him colored sunglasses and streamers and wilson felt his confidence swell. everyone he walked past said something supportive or handed him something rainbow themed. wilson had never had more fun in his life.

just as he was about to cross the street towards a group with feather boas around their necks, something caught wilson’s eye.

he turned around, his jaw dropping in shock. he had to be seeing things. fumbling to pull the sunglasses of his eyes, wilson blinked his eyes once, twice, and then rubbed his eyes to see if what he was seeing was real.

it was.

there was house. half leaning against a statue draped in a rainbow flag. house. wearing a flowing pink, yellow, and blue ombré dress. house. wearing a curly dark brown long haired wig, bright blue lipstick on his lips, with a drink in his hand talking to several people also dressed in billowing dresses.

house suddenly glanced up; intuitively sensing someone was staring at him.

house’s gaze locked with wilson’s.

wilson stared at house outfit. analyzed the colors and matched them in his mind to the flag he remembered seeing on a banner at the start of the pride event.

oh.

wilson felt house’s eyes darting up and down as he deduced the colors wilson was wearing and what it meant.

an understanding passed between them when their eyes locked again.

house flashed wilson a lopsided grin. acceptance.

wilson took a step towards house. understanding.

when they met in the middle on the sidewalk, house leaned forward and pressed his lips to wilson’s cheek. wilson felt a shudder of desire race down his spine.

“took you long enough,” house said over the cheers as the parade moved past them on the street.

wilson wasn’t sure if house meant how long it took for wilson to accept his own sexuality, or maybe his attendance at pride, or maybe it was about acknowledging what had been between them all these years.

either way, wilson felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. “got tired of waiting,” he replied.

moments later, there was a blue lipstick stain on wilson’s lips.

[babyboywilson]

House md idea:

House refusing to admit he loves wilson because he thinks that theyre already married (due to some elaborete plot) and because of this he thinks wilson is deciding to refuse to admit he loves house so house is also refusing

Something something something

Then a proper wedding

the marriage certificate had been in the drawer of house’s desk for weeks now. a late night ceremony in hawaii after a conference that he and wilson had attended.

to be fair, wilson hadn’t known it was a marriage ceremony at the time. the description hadn’t been clear. it was supposed to be a nighttime ceremony on the beach with rope and flowers. house had joked it was a great way for him to tie wilson up and wilson had rolled his eyes but agreed just to prove he could thwart house at whatever game house was playing.

house might have googled what the ceremony was right before they attended. and he might or might not have discovered it was essentially a wedding. what better way to tie wilson to him then trick him into marrying him and maybe they could finally discuss the unspoken thing better them?

wilson only found out it was a native marriage ceremony when they were asked if they were ready to become husband and husband. wilson had choked out a laugh of surprise and flashed his gaze towards house. “what?” wilson asked. house had shrugged and replied, “well. they meant tying the knot literally. too late to back out now.”

house placed a sloppy kiss on wilson’s cheek, and they were declared husbands.

that night, in their shared hotel room, house had laughed out a “care to share the bed, husband?” it was said in a lighthearted tone, half joking and half flirtatious with a hint of seriousness buried under the teasing. because… well… they were husbands now. and there had always been something charged and crackling between them. maybe now house could finally drop enough metaphors that wilson would read between the lines and interpret house’s feelings for wilson.

wilson had shaken his head and said he was good sleeping on the couch still. and then he’d walked away from house without looking back.

house froze for a second, his brain whirring as he put together the words and actions. wilson didn’t feel the way house did. the tension between them was one-sided. even though they were married… wilson still didn’t want house the way house wanted him. with a false sincerity, house said, “more space for me then” and collapsed onto the bed; turning his back on wilson.

they’d flown back home and refused to talk about it.

days had gone by. days morphed into weeks. the fact they were married never seemed to come up in conversation.

until wilson had snuck into house’s office, rifling through the drawers of his desk looking for his secret stash of vicodin. and there was the marriage certificate. slipped into a protective sleeve in the corner of the drawer.

“find what you were looking for?” house asked from the doorway.

wilson stumbled, slamming the drawer shut and cursing under his breath as the drawer closed on his finger and he pulled it back quickly. “why do you still have that?” he asked, gesturing towards the certificate.

house shrugged. “for future black mail. if you’re looking for the vicodin, it’s in the lupus book.”

“don’t change the subject.”

house raised an eyebrow. “isn’t that what you were looking for?”

grabbing the certificate, wilson waved the paper in house’s general direction. “why is this here?”

dropping into his chair, house picked up his ball and tossed it into the air a couple of times. “reminder that i’m taken.”

wilson ran his hand through his hair. “house, that wasn’t… the ceremony wasn’t real. we aren’t-”

“am i not allowed to pretend we are?” house reached out and snatched the certificate from wilson’s hands. their fingers brushed. house shuddered. wilson’s breath caught in his throat.

“house,” wilson murmured softly.

“get out,” house snarled, turning away from wilson and violently bouncing the ball off the wall. it bounced across the room and house sighed.

“house,” wilson repeated, even quieter. and then wilson was stepping around the chair, into house’s space.

snagging his cane, house whacked wilson in the knee. “i said get out.”

shaking his head, wilson leaned down until his face was inches from house’s. “marry me? for real this time.”

house scoffed, shoving wilson back again. “jokes gone too far now. get out.”

wilson stepped back into house’s space, dropping to his knees in front of house’s chair. “no. not until you marry me again.”

and then wilson was closing the gap between them, their mouths meeting in a biting desperate kiss. house gasped and wilson kissed him deeper.

when wilson moved to break the kiss, house chased him, pulling wilson closer until they were kissing again. and again. and again. by the time house finally eased out of the kiss, his head was spinning and wilson’s lips were kiss swollen and his hair was mussed from house running his fingers through the silky strands.

“i’m guessing that was a yes, then?” wilson asked.

“get out,” house said, but instead of pushing wilson away, he drew wilson’s closer until wilson was straddling house in the office chair and they were kissing again.

[babyboywilson]

Hilson request!! Cuddy keeps on playing matchmaker without them knowing which leads to the ducklings joining in!! The rest is up to you

cuddy had been watching and waiting for years. she’d seen the spark as soon as she’d hired wilson (with a surprisingly authentic recommendation from house about how she needed to hire this up and coming oncologist). she’d watched the two of them be drawn together, push each others buttons to the breaking point, fall apart in a catastrophic implosion, and then be drawn back together like the earth and the moon drawn into each other’s gravitational pull.

this last set back had been the worst she’d ever seen. amber’s death had shifted wilson and house’s relationship into devastation. she’d never seen wilson ice house out that way, and she’d never seen house unravel the way he did without wilson in his life.

but then house’s father passed away, and wilson dragged him to the funeral. and suddenly house and wilson were houseandwilson again. they were pranking each other again. wilson was following house around. everything was back to the way it was.

except that wasn’t enough in cuddy’s mind. that spark was like a live wire between house and wilson, threatening to electrocute both of them and everyone around them. and that was why cuddy had made an executive decision. it was time for her to take on a new role. lisa cuddy md, dean of medicine, chief hospital administrator, and matchmaker.

step one.

cuddy walked into house’s office, hesitated, then moved back towards the door as if she were unsure. house glanced up, giving her a questioning look. “if you’re going to profess your love for me, you might as well spit it out,” house said. cuddy rolled her eyes, and instead strutted forward. “i shouldn’t be giving this to you. he was back and forth on if he should even go through with the idea.” that piqued house’s interest. “give me what?” he asked. cuddy hesitated again before reaching into her pocket and placing the tickets onto the desk. front row monster truck rally tickets. house cracked a smile and reached out for them, but cuddy pulled them back. “if wilson asks, you bullied me for the tickets. and you tell him that he’s going with you,” cuddy warned. house grinned, snatching the tickets from her hand. “as if i’d want to go with you,” house said. cuddy quickly walked out, as if she was scared of second guessing her decision. once she was around the corner, she laughed to herself. and that was how you set up a first date.

step two.

a week later, cuddy went to wilson’s office, knocking cautiously. “come in,” wilson called. cuddy cracked the door open and peeked inside. “you got a minute?” she asked. wilson nodded and she stepped into the office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “i need a favor,” she started, waiting for wilson to nod again. “there’s a charity event this weekend, and i was going to go on behalf of the hospital, but now the board needs me to attend a conference instead. the board wants house to go. show face since his department takes most of the budget. i need you to go too. he won’t go otherwise, and i need you to keep him in line,” cuddy said. wilson’s eyebrows scrunched together. “he’s not going to go for that and you know it.” brushing her hands down over her skirt, cuddy replied, “i know. that’s why i’m willing to offer him pick of any case he wants for the next couple weeks with no clinic hours,” cuddy said. sighing, wilson shook his head. “wouldn’t it be better for the hospital if he goes with you? he flirts with you enough that it’ll be entertainment for everyone,” wilson pointed out. cuddy hesitated, glanced down, and half shook her head. “not when he told me to my face he prefers your company over mine.” she let those words linger for a minute before looking up again. wilson was blinking rapidly, as if in shock. “it’s a 7pm on saturday. make sure he behaves,” she said, knowing wilson would do as she asked. she saw herself out of his office….

and ran right into kutner as she closed wilson’s door. “there isn’t any conferences this weekend, is there?” kutner said. cuddy squinted her eyes at him. she really wasn’t surprised that house’s new team was as sneaky as his old team. “they don’t need to know what,” she said, starting to walk away. kutner hesitated for a moment, glancing towards wilson’s office before following after her. “what’s your goal here?” he asked. cuddy scoffed, “not any of your business.” kutner jogged a couple steps ahead of her and stopped in front of her. “it could be. because if you’re trying to set them up, i can help with that,” kutner replied. freezing, cuddy darted her eyes up and down the hall before pulling kutner to a quieter hallway. “how did you know about that?” she asked. offering her a grin, kutner replied, “i’ve been trying to get them together for weeks now. but my efforts haven’t been enough. but if we combined forces…” he offered with a half smirk which mirrored house far too much. she should say no. she’d known house and wilson for longer than anyone else in this hospital. she could do this by herself. but… if she got the underlings involved, it might get house and wilson together quicker which would mean she wouldn’t have to deal with their ridiculous version of pining anymore. “fine,” she agreed, “but don’t make me regret it.” with a bow, kutner replied, “you won’t. now just to get taub and thirteen involved.” before she could say anything, kutner disappeared. yep… cuddy was already regretting it.

the next morning, cuddy found her office filled with house’s ducklings. “what’s the plan, boss?” kutner asked with a grin. luckily, cuddy had had a feeling she’d be faced with the team coming to her to scheme about ways to set wilson and house up. and she’d already come up with a great plan. “alright… this is what we’re going to do,” she said.

house glanced around the charity event, looking for cuddy. she said she’d meet him here in exchange for no clinic hours for a month. that was the only reason he was here and not out doing something more enjoyable; preferably with wilson, but wilson had said he was busy this weekend. he caught sight of the rest of his team. they were huddled in the corner of the room, whispering; flashing glances his way as if he were the target of some prank they were about to pull. knowing his luck, that’s exactly what was about to happen. he’d already decided he was going to tell cuddy he was firing them all immediately… when his eyes fell on wilson. wilson who was walking his way with two drinks in his hands. he offered one to house and house raised an eyebrow. “thought you were busy this weekend?” house asked. wilson ducked his head. “cuddy bargained with me to come in her place. said you would prefer my presence over hers.” house huffed out a sigh, glancing back over to his team. taub looked away, thirteen held his gaze, and kutner flushed and turned away. suddenly the pieces fell into place. “i think we’ve been parent trapped,” house said. wilson’s eyes snapped up to house’s. “we’re being set up? together?” he stuttered out. “that manipulative little… she’s been setting her trap for weeks,” house muttered. taking a large gulp of his drink, wilson asked, “do i even want to know?” flicking his cane against the ground, house pointed at wilson. “you didn’t buy those monster truck tickets, did you?” wilson shook his head. “she’s been playing matchmaker,” house huffed. he glanced up to wilson, who had a puzzled look on his face. “you think the team was in on it too?” wilson questioned. house glanced back over to the team, who were all deliberately ignoring them while casting furtive glances their way. “definitely.” and then wilson was moving, stepping closer into house’s space. “then let’s get even,” wilson said, dropping his head down fractionally and darting his eyes down to house’s lips before looking back up to meet house’s eyes. house laughed, placing his drink on the counter behind them. “wilson, i like the way you think.” and then house leaned in and kissed wilson. when they broke apart, house caught sight of the team staring at them in shock. looks like they hadn’t expected that. house grinned smugly to himself.

cuddy may have been winning up until that point… but house was pretty sure with that move, he’d just tied the game.

[babyboywilson]

do you think poker night would be a domestic thing if hilson got together or would house kick him out of the apartment once a week just to be a dick

poker night starts out domestic. it starts with house’s legs propped up in wilson’s lap, wilson using his free hand to trail fingers up and down house’s shin and drawing silly patterns against the material of house’s jeans; occasionally slipping fingers under the hem of the jeans to graze fingertips against skin which always makes house shudder. they play against house’s tax accountant, dry cleaner, and the guy house knows from the bus stop. there’s playful jabs between house and wilson, but everyone at the table seems to know it’s some kind of weird foreplay between house and wilson and they stay out of it. house and wilson share the same bottle of beer, passing it back and forth to each other and their touch lingers every time they do. they bicker over every round of the game, yet house has a fond look on his face and wilson has a tender glow to his eyes whenever he looks at house.

it always seems to go downhill when wilson wins more rounds than house does. wilson grins such a smug little smirk at house, because he’s a cocky winner and house is a sore loser. house drops his legs out of wilson’s lap and mutters darkly about never loving wilson in the first place. wilson blows house a kiss and claims he’s going to win the next round, too. he does. and the next. and the next.

house starts to get agitated, dropping his cards and muttering about his leg hurting as he makes his way towards the kitchen for another beer. wilson cheers when he wins the next round and teases that they should switch to strip poker because house is going to end up naked in three rounds flat. “get out,” house grits out, motioning at all four of them and nodding towards the door before turning on his heel, marching towards his room. the other three pack up their stuff and move to leave without complaint. wilson, however, moves to follow house on instinct. “you too, get out,” house hisses, moving into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. wilson leans up against the bedroom door and drops his forehead against it with a thunk. “house? c’mon, it’s just a game. let me in,” wilson calls out, tone switching from gloating to fondly exasperated because he really doesn’t think house will throw up out over a dumb poker game. house ignores him. wilson avoids everyone’s gaze as he packs up his stuff too and grabs his jacket, not wanting to acknowledge the fact house was kicking him out of their now shared space.

everyone else leaves. wilson settles against the wall by house’s front door and closes his eyes. he drifts into a fitful and uncomfortable sleep propped up in the hallway. he cracks his eyes open what must be hours later when house opens the door and locks eyes with wilson’s bleary gaze. house turns and walks back into the apartment without saying a word. wilson knows he’s silently forgiven and he follows house back into the apartment. the bedroom door is open, and wilson knows he’s been given permission to sleep in the bed next to house. wilson sleepily kisses house good night, and house kisses him back. definitely forgiven.

the same thing happens a week later. and the following week. and the week after that.

everyone knows it’s a charade now. house isn’t actually mad at wilson. it’s just another weird way the two of them flirt.

[babyboywilson]

There was a rumor going around that house and Wilson were dating or sleeping together. No one knew how started it but house suspects Cuddy

“what have you done now?” wilson asked, barging into house’s office.

house stopped in his movements of tossing his ball in the air, catching it and turning his head to glance at wilson. “me? i haven’t done anything. not yet anyway.”

wilson shook his pointer finger back and forth at house. “no. you’ve always done something. and i know this was you. this has you written all over it.”

“what was me?”

wilson started to pace around the office. “the rumor going around today. i know it was you. it’s exactly your style, and i’m going to get even.”

house snorted out a laugh. “get even?”

wilson tugged at his hair for a moment and whipped around to glare at house. the glare quickly morphed into a smug grin. “you wanna start rumors that we’re hooking up? fine. you’re on. i’m telling everyone that you bottomed and cried when you came.” with that, wilson spun on his heel and dashed out of the room, shouting, “house cried when we had sex last night.”

house sat there for a moment. stunned. then he snagged his cane and marched straight out of his office with a destination in mind.

flinging open the office door, house pointed with his cane. “why are you starting rumors that wilson and i are rolling in the sack together?”

cuddy grinned from her position behind her desk. “and why would you think i would do that?”

“you are one manipulative little cockroach,” house replied, but he grinned at cuddy with an impressed nod of his head. “fair play.”

cuddy watched as house left her office, a cocky swing to his step. her whispered conversation at the nurses station that morning was her move and hers alone. and it had had the desired effect she’d been hoping for. yet, somehow, she knew house would still come out of it as the winner.