Death_By_Laughter
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House has been having nightmares and not sleeping. It all comes to a head after Chase breaks his favorite mug, and he has a meltdown. Wilson helps him pick up the (figurative) pieces.
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01 Nov 2025
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House also wants to tell him that he can talk to him about what’s going on in his head if he wants to, but those words are so hard to find and even harder to say out loud. So instead of saying anything, he just stays sitting beside him. It’s the closest he gets to ‘You can talk to me’ because it’s him not physically moving away, making it physically possible for Wilson to even whisper out why this night has been particularly bad and House would still be able to hear it.
Or: It’s a bad Wilson-day and House is a supportive partner in his own House-way. (He really tries his best though(!) and Wilson knows that.)
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01 Nov 2025
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"You don't notice how House treats you lately?", Cuddy asked. "The touching? The pet names? Adjusting your tie during the board meeting the other day? Referring to you as his hubby in front of that homophobic lady?"
"Oh, god", Wilson mumbled. "Please tell me that not everyone is a talking about this. Once again, we're –"
"I know that you are", Cuddy finger-quoted, "not gay. But either House is up to something and dialling up this PDA is part of a bigger plan. One that you and I will have to clean up after once it blows up in his face."
"Or?", Wilson asked.
Cuddy gave him a last, amused look. "Or he's actually into you."
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In which House turns affectionate, Wilson suspects a prank, and both are emotionally inept idiots.
Includes: L Word marathons, fake Valentine's Day letters and oblivious mutual pining.
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01 Nov 2025
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"If House had a nickel for every time he'd been held against his will and forced to issue a diagnosis, he'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it was weird that it had happened twice."
or, house is kidnapped by an agitated father, desperate for a diagnosis for his ailing daughter. whilst house works against the clock (and his addiction) to find the answer, his friends back at princeton plainsboro are desperately searching for him. the father gives house a whiteboard, a burner phone and ten days. if he doesn't have a diagnosis by the end, then, well...
let's just say it could all go up in smoke
(rated mature for potentially distressing scenes of capture, withdrawal and other similar themes)
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31 Oct 2025
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The Air Was Cold, But Something ’Bout It Felt Like Home by psychotic_fangirl369
Fandoms: House M.D.
22 Oct 2025
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Wilson blinked slowly. House was snuggled under Wilson’s blanket, sighing contentedly as he shifted closer.
“What are you…” Wilson blinked, voice rough with sleep. “House, what are you doing?”
“I’m cold,” House mumbled again, already settling in. “And you broke the thermostat. So I’m sleeping in here. Body heat, you know. Very scientific.”
Wilson groaned. “You have your own bed.”
“My bed doesn’t come with a built-in space heater named Wilson.”
“I’m not your-”
“Shh. Space heaters don’t talk.”
Wilson sighed, but didn’t move. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re warm,” House murmured against his shoulder.
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A thermostat war turns into something neither of them expected. House likes it hot, Wilson likes it cold—but somewhere between the pranks, the banter, and the sleepless nights, Wilson realises he’s in love.
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31 Oct 2025