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Remember when you were like 10 and playing tip with your friends, and you would get tackled but you wouldn't care because grazed knees and bruised elbows don't matter.

Falling never seems to hurt when your laughing.

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"It's sooner than later that I'm six feet under"

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How did yo I come with Wilson and House story, sounding like real life shii

I honestly just write scenes I would have liked to see in the show and try to stay true to the charcters.

thanks for thinking it sounds realistic ❤️

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Hilson couples therapy

Therapist: So… what brings you two to couples therapy?

Wilson: We’re not a couple.

House: Exactly. We’re friends. Who live together. And share meals. And file taxes separately.

Therapist: [writing furiously] Right. And how long have you been... “friends”?

Wilson: Fifteen years.

House: Too long.

Therapist: And how long have you been living together?

Wilson: Off and on? Eight years.

House: He keeps taking me back, like a sad divorced wife who can’t afford cable without me.

Therapist: …Okay. Just to clarify—you live together, eat all your meals together, spend holidays together, and are each other’s emergency contact?

House: …When you say it like that it sounds gay.

Wilson: [quietly, into his hands] Oh my God.

Therapist: [very calmly] You do realize you’re in a long-term domestic partnership.

House: Nope. If we were in a relationship, I’d be getting laid a lot more.

Wilson: House.

House: And he’d stop dating women named Bonnie who cry during musicals.

Wilson: House.

Therapist: Okay, how about this: Do you rely on each other emotionally?

House: I rely on Vicodin. And sometimes on the sound of his passive-aggressive sighs to soothe me to sleep.

Wilson: I rely on God’s mercy and antacids.

Therapist: So you're co-dependent.

House & Wilson: [in perfect unison] Absolutely not.

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Hilson isn’t just a ship. It’s a case study in emotional enmeshment, mutual self-destruction, and the kind of love that never gets said out loud because it doesn’t need to be. aka: your honor, this was never friendship.

House is a textbook dismissive avoidant. Man literally says things like “everybody lies” and lives by it like it’s a religion. Trusts no one, loves no one, pushes everyone away — except Wilson.

Wilson, meanwhile, has a full-blown savior complex and an anxious attachment style. Marries broken people like it’s a hobby. But he never tries to “fix” House — he just stays. And that terrifies House more than anything.

Season 5, Ep 4 (“Birthmarks”)

House: “I’m damaged. I’m miserable. And you’re totally screwed up too. We deserve each other.”

Tell me that’s not a romantic confession disguised as a threat. Go on. Try.

Wilson literally says in Season 5, Ep 1 (“Dying Changes Everything”):

“My entire adult life, I’ve been a serial caregiver. I moved in with you to take care of you because you were alone and insane.”

Okay cool thanks for saying the quiet part loud. You love him. Say it with your chest next time.

Let’s not forget:

They lived together. For years.

Argued like husbands. Slept like roommates. Talked like soulmates.

Wilson is the only person House lets in.

House is the only person Wilson can’t leave.

Even Cuddy calls Wilson “the only one who can handle House.” (Season 7, Ep 9, “Larger than Life”)

This isn’t friendship. This is queerplatonic intimacy laced with medical malpractice and emotional codependency.

They are each other’s person. They are functionally married. No one else lasts. No one else stays.

And when Wilson’s dying?

House fakes his own death so they can spend Wilson’s final five months together, riding off into the goddamn sunset.

Wilson: “So you’re just going to ride off into the sunset with me?” House: “Pretty much.”

That’s not friendship. That’s love with no script. No label. No need for explanation.

And in the end? Wilson dies with House by his side. And House — the man who believed people always leave, who sabotaged every good thing he ever had — chooses to stay.

That’s it. That’s the character arc. That’s the love story.

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folks on tumblr will be like “oh my sweet baby, my darling” whole time it’s a grown adult with a list of crimes longer than they are tall

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"because if you die, i'm alone" hey so what the FUCK

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House M.D. Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gregory House/James Wilson Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson (House M.D.) Additional Tags: First Time, Friends to Lovers, Blow Jobs, Emotionally Repressed, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Oral Sex, Soft, Gregory House is Bad With Emotions, James Wilson Loves Gregory House, POV Gregory House, Porn with Feelings Summary:

They’ve been circling each other for years. This time, Wilson kisses him first — and House doesn’t stop him.

“This was stupid,” I say finally. He shifts. “Because you think you’ll ruin it?” “No,” I say. “Because I know I will.”

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It has been done

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The Morning After

Wilson: So. That happened.

House: Which part? The sex, or the part where you said my name like it meant something?

Wilson: Jesus, House.

House: Wrong deity, but thanks for the compliment.

Wilson: Are you going to make this into a joke?

House: I already did. Three, actually. One internally, one out loud, and one about to ruin your morning.

Wilson: I’m serious.

House: Why start now?

Wilson: It was a mistake.

House: Sure. That’s why you held my hand after. That’s why you didn’t kick me out. That’s why you made space in the bed instead of pretending it didn’t mean anything.

Wilson: You kissed me first.

House: You kissed me back.

Wilson: This doesn’t fix anything.

House: No. But it broke a few things real good.

Wilson: We can’t do this.

House: We already did.

House: If it makes you feel better, I’ll pretend it didn’t happen. I’m good at that.

Wilson: Are you?

House: No. But you are. And I aim to enable.

[He limps toward the door. Stops.]

House (quietly): You looked happy. For like, six minutes. Thought you should know.

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Looks like I have my answer

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UMM THANK YOU SO MUCH

This has received far more attention than I thought It would

First kiss (again)

Wilson: You kissed me.

House: Correct. Keep going, this is fun.

Wilson: You kissed me, in your office, mid-argument, during work hours—

House: Look at you, listing off all the ways it was perfect.

Wilson: You kissed me like it was a punctuation mark!

House: An em dash. Dramatic. Unexpected. Linguistically sexy.

Wilson: I—I don’t even like you right now!

House: That’s never stopped you before.

Wilson: I'm in a relationship!

House: Not a good one.

Wilson: You don’t know that!

House: She calls you "Jim." That’s not love. That’s HR-approved detachment.

Wilson:

Wilson: I need air. I need—I need like eight years of therapy in reverse.

House: I can book us a couples’ retreat. How do you feel about goat yoga and emotional hostage-taking?

Wilson: You are a plague in human form.

House: A kissable plague.

Cuddy walks in.

Cuddy: House, why are there twenty medical students loitering in the hallway—

Cuddy:

Cuddy: Why is Wilson hyperventilating?

House: Science.

Wilson: I have to go. I have to—I don’t know—jump into a lake or something.

House: Wear a white shirt when you do. For science.

Cuddy: What did you do?

House: Nothing illegal. This time. Probably.

Cuddy: I swear to God—

House: He kissed me back!

Wilson, from down the hall: STOP TELLING PEOPLE!

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First kiss (again)

Wilson: You kissed me.

House: Correct. Keep going, this is fun.

Wilson: You kissed me, in your office, mid-argument, during work hours—

House: Look at you, listing off all the ways it was perfect.

Wilson: You kissed me like it was a punctuation mark!

House: An em dash. Dramatic. Unexpected. Linguistically sexy.

Wilson: I—I don’t even like you right now!

House: That’s never stopped you before.

Wilson: I'm in a relationship!

House: Not a good one.

Wilson: You don’t know that!

House: She calls you "Jim." That’s not love. That’s HR-approved detachment.

Wilson:

Wilson: I need air. I need—I need like eight years of therapy in reverse.

House: I can book us a couples’ retreat. How do you feel about goat yoga and emotional hostage-taking?

Wilson: You are a plague in human form.

House: A kissable plague.

*Cuddy walks in.*

Cuddy: House, why are there twenty medical students loitering in the hallway—

Cuddy:

Cuddy: Why is Wilson hyperventilating?

House: Science.

Wilson: I have to go. I have to—I don’t know—jump into a lake or something.

House: Wear a white shirt when you do. For science.

Cuddy: What did you do?

House: Nothing illegal. This time. Probably.

Cuddy: I swear to God—

House: He kissed me back!

Wilson, from down the hall: STOP TELLING PEOPLE!

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First Kiss

Wilson: You kissed me.

House: I did. It was excellent. You’re welcome.

Wilson: You kissed me. In the middle of an argument. About hiring a team.

House: I was bored. You were flailing. I saw an opportunity.

Wilson: That’s not how people solve conflict!

House: Worked better than therapy.

Wilson: You derailed the entire conversation!

House: I think I improved it.

Wilson: You can't just—kiss me—to win an argument!

House: You kissed back. That makes us both winners.

Wilson:

Wilson: I don’t even—do we—what are we now?

House: Tired professionals with questionable boundaries.

Wilson: I am having a full-blown crisis.

House: And you look very handsome doing it.

Wilson: I hate you.

House: Statistically unlikely.

Wilson:

House:

Wilson: Are you going to kiss me again?

House: Depends. Are we fighting again?

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Happy Pride Month🌈

House: I’m gay.

Wilson: …Okay.

House: That’s it? No dramatic gasp? No emotional breakthrough?

Wilson: House, the last time a shirtless firefighter walked by, you dropped your cane.

House: He startled me. With his abs.

Wilson: You said, "If that's a hazard, I'm ready to burn."

House: Poetic instinct.

Wilson: You rewound that scene from Top Gun eight times.

House: I was studying the cinematography.

Wilson: You moaned.

House: Fine! So I’m gay. Congratulations, Sherlock.

Wilson: Just saying, it’s not exactly a bombshell.

House: Anyway. Want to go halfsies on a lasagna?