#cuddy x wilson x house

[frootwhoops]

title: That One Date

pairing: House x Cuddy x Wilson, Hudson

description: During 03X19, this takes place when House gives Wilson the two tickets saying, “Maybe there’s someone you wanna see naked.”

warnings: usual house's jerk behavior, this is somewhat fluff? Idk.

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For @sourjabloki @housemdanniversary

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Wilson let out a heavy sigh as he stared blankly on his patient’s chart for an hour now. He keeps thinking what’s House trying to convey to him? What is he cooking now?

The misanthrope clearly knows that he is not seeing anyone at the moment and he, James Wilson, is taking a break from any romantic relationship.

Another sigh left his lips as his fingers slowly danced on the paper that he should be signing now. A knock wakes him from his trance, as if a solution is being served to him so he could be put in peace… or this is House playing him. It should be because there is no other reason for House’s generosity and now, Cuddy entering his office is a perfect timing that it screams suspicious.

“Wilson, I need that budget report today. You okayed me yesterday and I expected the folder to be laying prettily on my desks earlier this morning. Are you okay? I didn’t receive treatment plans and orders about your recent patient too. What’s going on?”

If he ever thinks of deflecting the situation, he is too late. Cuddy already made herself comfortable on his couch with her composure screaming, ‘Spill your guts out or I’ll make you.’

He stares pathetically in Cuddy’s eyes and says, “Nothing.”

Cuddy’s lips twisted into a smile but not those sweet and innocent smiles, it is a malicious one. “James Wilson. I need you to keep your sanity together. I won’t push you to say anything to me about your personal conflicts but I need you to deal with them.” The oncologist scratches his nape and avoids looking at Cuddy.

“I know. I’ll get the reports done at the end of the day.” He forces a smile and when Cuddy smoothened the creases on her skirt, a thought dawned on him. His palm began to sweat and his throat went dry, he repeatedly reminded himself to not panic over asking Cuddy to accompany him on a play.

“Are you busy?” Cuddy stood up and opened her mouth to fire her response away. But Wilson rises from his seat as well and he slowly approaches her.

“I-I know you are busy of course. But I have these tickets to a play and… do you want to come with me?” Cuddy is waiting for a cue that will indicate that this is a mere stunt to antagonize her for unknown reasons but none of it came.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” She inquired quietly as if everything would vanish if she raised her voice.

“I am. As a friend of course… Unless you are busy, which is fine. I totally get it.” He rambles and rambles as he paces back and forth.

“Wilson. Wilson! Shut up. Okay. I am going with you.” Cuddy is still skeptical but she is testing the waters. For now, she will go with the flow and will attack at the right time.

“Y-You are? Okay.” He smiled like a golden retriever; a smile that would make the eyes go thin as a line, the nose crunching, and the lips that would move so softly. The kind of expression that will make your heart melt.

Cuddy’s brow went up as if she was not expecting such a reaction from him. Wilson walked towards her, squinting at her little figure.

“Wait. You.” He pointed a finger at Cuddy and she just tongue her cheeks and looked everywhere but the man, guilty.

“You don’t actually believe me? You think that I am messing with you.” The dean of medicine dismissed him by patting his arm, an indication that she is done with the conversation. 

“Why?” His expressions remained the same and the woman rolled her eyes.

“Cuddy.” There’s a hint of forcefulness in his voice that made Cuddy fully put her attention to him.

“So you don’t think we can be a thing huh?” He stated in a matter of fact.

“Well-”

“Why?” The man doesn’t know where he is getting the courage he is summoning but he feels quite proud of himself for flustering his intimidating boss.

“Well. Before you cut me off, I did not expect you to be asking me on a date that you well put together and I quote: as a friend.” He can feel that the dean of medicine is treading this response for him.

A moment passed between them before Wilson make a segue to squash the awkwardness away.

“Okay. I'll be giving you the reports later. I’ll pick you up at 9:00PM?”

“Okay.”

***

After House and Wilson’s shenanigans: the flowers and going insane about liking Cuddy. The misanthrope did not stop tearing his two friends from having a romantic relationship. 

Greg House is actually frightened as if Cuddy and Wilson dating would be the cause of human extinction.

After the head of oncologist's little art therapy for Cuddy failed, it's been two weeks and Wuddy seems to be going stronger. House must put a stop to all of it. Wilson's not tolerating him on a normal basis and Cuddy ignores his offending humor which further offends him. 

Wilson's pattern is: act like a nice friend, care for your well-being, cater your needs, and when you are finally attached and comfortable that's when he will yank himself away from you. At least, that's how House comprehended the information from his friend's ex after the condo stunt he pulled.

Now, based on his observations, Wilson's making Cuddy relax every time he sees her.

It's lunch time and he cannot find his dear friend. The last time House checked, when the boy wonder is MIA, he'll be trying to nail their boss. This time, cancer boy is making a move in the cafeteria.

“Whoopsie. Sorry to interrupt. Don't mind the cripple doctor.” He sarcastically jab at the two as he perfectly seated himself on Wilson's side.

He grabs some fries from Wilson and tries to snatch Cuddy’s orange juice. She smirks at him and silently enjoys her lunch.

“Why are you drinking orange juice?” The two lovebirds look at each other and shake their heads, readying themselves for House’s scrutinization.

The diagnostician examines Cuddy’s meal and his lips twitch; a mannerism of him that he does when he is thinking deeply.

“Wilson got this for you. Gee.” The oncologist grumbled and dropped his utensils carefully on the table. 

“House. What's your deal? So what if I gave Lisa a lunch?” House's face twisted as if he ate something sour. 

“Lisa? Tell me if you two are getting married tomorrow so I'll be feeling sorry for you in advance about divorce.” His response is full of malice and mockery. 

“Will you drop it?” Wilson is not having any of House's jerkness. He really just wants to be the support system that Lisa Cuddy needs.

The dean of medicine reached out across the table to comfort the oncologist. Cuddy let out a sigh.

“House, I won't repeat anything that I will say so you must use your brilliant brain to listen.” Wilson resigned into eating his salad and just accepted what's about to happen. He cannot convince Cuddy to ignore House since she is approaching the situation right.

“What? You'll tell me how you wanted to rock both our jocks?” House felt so proud of his statement that he snatched the rest of Wilson's fries and put it in his mouth.

When no one objects nor reprimands him of his remark, the said fries fall down from his lips.

“Aren’t you?” The misanthrope leaned towards the both of them and observed the complexion of their faces. 

“Interesting. So what’s the setup going to be? He’ll get to have you at day and you are mine at night?” Knowing House, he is making every matter into a joke, a mere bliss to deflect. But Cuddy and Wilson remained serious. 

“Can you for once act like a grown up? Just tell us what you think and if you don’t like it then you can leave it.” Cuddy looks at Wilson with a knowing look that says, “Calm down.”

“Just tell us if you're in or not, House. Also, we're official. We just don't parade our relationship for public amusement.” The dean of medicine tidies the remains of her meal and stands up. Wilson, even if he's not yet done with his lunch, also unclutters his table. 

House grumbles and softly answers. “Fine.” The two secretly hide their smirks and stop on their tracks though their backs are turned at the misanthrope.

“I want in.” Cuddy and Wilson both walked towards House and his eyes widened when the woman of his dream reached down to place a soft kiss on his lips. His throat went dry and it intensified when his best friend leaned down and did the same.

He felt his cheeks flushed and his mind went completely blank for a moment. 

“We'll be waiting for you at my house. See you at 7:00PM.” House watched Cuddy wrapped her arms around Wilson and the oncologist placed his hand around her shoulder.

“I told you. We are the death of that man.” Wilson whispered into Cuddy’s ear and she giggled. 

“For that, I'll be giving you a pat in your head tonight.” She whispered back and House felt himself having a panic attack.

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A/N:

Hope some of you will enjoy it! Especially @sourjabloki !! I am not quite good at creating fics hehe and it's my first time posting a fic here! Thank you @housemdanniversary for being able to organize this wonderful event! I am so happy to be part of it!

[shroomwar]

Obsessed with the way Vicodin is such a huge piece of symbolism in House’s relationships. Like. Cuddy left him because he relapsed. She told him that he took the Vicodin to avoid pain, because pain means you care and he wasn’t willing to do that. We’ve seen throughout the show how House’s emotional pain manifests as physical, increasing whenever he feels guilt or anger or sadness or fear. Keep in mind this was while Cuddy was worried she might have cancer.

And then Wilson ACTUALLY gets cancer, and House treats him at his apartment, and he feeds him Vicodin. Because Wilson is in pain, and he’s always the one who cares so much, and it’s House’s turn to take that away. And House doesn’t take any Vicodin. He feels the pain so Wilson’s is lessened, because he CARES. They make a point to show that he is willing to care, willing to take on that burden for him.

House will do anything to stop the pain, unless it makes Wilson suffer.

[goat-fanatic]

happy pride from hatecrimes md

[her-soliloquies]

The art

The artist

[cut-throat-bitch]

House s2 e17, All In, fills me with primal animalistic lust because why do they all look so good

GOD DAMNNNN

[acidicwerewolf]

I need them to do a reboot of House but I want them to just go fucking wild with it. Everyone's gay, everyone's fucking. House, Wilson, and Cuddy are in a toxic polycule, one that definitely violates work ethics, that ends when Cuddy cheats on them with Cameron. I want it to be just as homophobic, just as ableist, just as fucked up, as the original and yet have the characters all be so fucking woke. Same episodes with the same plots but modern. I want Chase to have an onlyfans.

[inejqhafa]

three tickets to challengers

[bardof-avon]

both of them are so hot every time i see them on screen together i get so filled with lust that i immediately pass out and bleed out on the floor. house would have killed himself if they made out once

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

you wouldn't know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum

[lonely-jazz-enjoyer]

this meme applies to every ship i like

[impostoradult]

Part 1, 2, 3, 4/X

[twinkpeaked]

her: you better not be an egotistical emotionally detached nihilist with a sarcastic sense of humor and bisexual tendencies when i get home

me asf :

[velaryqns]

Could you do a House fanfic where after failing at treating a patient, House takes his stress and anger out on the reader? She then considers quitting being a doctor. House is confronted by Dr. Cuddy and his team, causing him to go comfort and apologize to the girl.

Uncontrolled Anger

Gregory House x Female Reader (I took it romantically for fun)

Universe: House MD

Summary: Maybe you should have known better than to question House about his feelings.

Warnings: Patient death, mentions of addictions, angst

You sat silently, your eyes on the dead body in front of you. You had watched as the team fought to help the man, all for it to fail after multiple misdiagnoses and wrong solutions. You, being a doctor, knew what they were going through. You’d gone through it a few times with your patients.

Sighing, you rest a hand on Taub’s shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. He returned it, then watched you go as you made your way out of the room and eventually wandered to House’s office. When you reached the glass door with his name on it, you stood silently for a moment with your arms crossed. He had one hand in a fist by the side of his head and the other filling out paperwork.

You brought your hand down to the handle, allowing yourself into his office. You took a few paces, then turned your attention to the big yellow chair by his bookshelf. You lowered yourself into the chair, watching him silently for a moment.

“How are you?” You asked gently, not wanting to annoy him while he was in the middle of scribbling on the sheet.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say,” he muttered, still keeping his gaze away from you.

“You could at least say that you’re okay,” you said to him, tilting your head slightly as you shook it. You knew he handled emotions horribly, in ways that often required you to intervene, “Greg—“

He slammed the pen down and looked at you. And you could see why he had been avoiding your gaze to begin with, “You’re not a therapist. In fact, you’re presently the reason I could end up needing one. I just want some peace and quiet because excuse me for not being Doctor Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What —“ You cut yourself off, truly hurt by his words. His blue eyes held no remorse for what he said, and you quickly stood and left the room. You bumped into Chase, but ignored him entirely as you made your way down the hall with the intention of going to the elevator.

As you stood silently in the elevator, waiting to go down to the main floor to leave for the evening, you processed why you continued to try and support the man that. You stared at the metal doors, jaw clenched as you finalized your decision.

You didn’t want to work in the same building as someone like Greg House. Cuddy wouldn’t fire him, he’s too good.

Once you reached the main floor, you went to the clinic, seeing if there was any help you could offer and breathing a sigh of relief when you were able to step in. You dove into working throughout the clinic, waiting patiently to be able to talk to Cuddy about what was going on.

You filed patients in and out of the room you were using, only stopping for nurses to clean and sterilize everything between each patient. However, your consistent flow was ruined by Foreman's sudden intrusion into the room. You stared at him.

"Do you need something? Because I would like to treat my patients," you informed him.

"Just checking on you," he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pants pocket and leaning against the door, further preventing you from leaving the room, let alone treating your patients.

"I am fine," you muttered, tossing a file on the counter and crossing your arms. You leaned against the counter, "I am tired of him behaving like a child; I never thought I'd consider leaving my position because Cuddy refuses to fire House."

"I can talk to her for you,"

"Not worth it," you shook your head, "Now can you please go?"

Foreman was reluctant for a moment, but then nodded his head and walked out of the room. Your next patient came in, and you returned to your job.

Little did you know, Foreman was taking matters into his own hands despite your protests. The team liked you, there was no denying it, so of course he turned to Cuddy because of what you'd said. It was hard to believe, especially when you typically had a strong relationship with House, even when he was being childish.

House was in his office when Cuddy went search for him, her hands on her hips. He stared blankly upon her arrival, a frown on his face as he waited for what she had to say.

"You're going to make her quit,"

"Her?" House asked, shaking his head and shrugging as he waited for an elaboration. He looked toward the office door to see the team staring at him with disapproving looks, which caused him to sigh and roll his eyes, "Y/n's choices are not my fault."

“You’re pathetic,” Cuddy muttered. House shrugged. To him, there was no point in denying it. Cuddy clenched her jaw, “I thought you liked her!”

“She’s ear grating, like you,” Lisa frowned and House shrugged once more.

“I can’t lose another good doctor because of your antics, House,”

She spun on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving House to his own thoughts.

It was early in the evening, you’d showered and done some dishes, when there was a knock on your door. You were less than enthusiastic to open it, especially after peering through the hole to see House on the other side. He leaned on his cane lazily, a bag of what was clearly takeout food in his other hand as he looked down at you.

“What do you want?”

“I come bearing food,” he held the back up to emphasize his point.

You rolled your eyes and moved to slam the door in his face, but it made contact with his cane instead. House let himself in, limping toward your couch and plopping on it. The smell of the Chinese takeout hit your nose, making your mouth water as you pushed the door shut the rest of the way and turned to face the man on your couch.

“What do you want?” You repeated, less than enthused and lacking the emotion you usually had when speaking to House.

“Not a lot of hospitals would be willing to take you,” he spoke matter of factly. He dug into the brown paper bag, pulling out bulls of food and beginning to eat out of his own, “Foreman struggled to get a new job when he had to leave—“

“Foreman was accused of malpractice, and caught,” you reminded House.

“Malpractice is a common occurrence in this hospital, you think any other Dean would hire someone who’s worked with me? You’re poorly mistaken, Dollface,”

“You’re a piece of shit,” you spat, shaking your head and storming into the kitchen, “You know that?”

“I just call em like I see em,”

“If you don’t have anything genuine to say, then leave,”

There was silence, and then you heard your couch creak as he got up. Good, he got the point. That was what you thought until you heard his cane moving across the linoleum floor of your kitchen. You turned to see Greg House standing over you, and you gulped.

“What do you expect me to do here?” He questioned.

“Oh I don’t know, apologize?” You countered, side stepping him to grab a glass from a cupboard, “I was helping you. Making sure you were okay and not going to do something stupid after losing a patient — but apparently that wasn’t good enough, hm?”

“Y/n—“

“No, all I wanted to do was help you,” you faced him, “everybody in that damned hospital does what they can to help you, and this is how you repay us? That’s real shitty, House.”

House. Unlike everyone else, you rarely used his last name when talking to him. When speaking of him, sure, when in professional settings, almost always. But never in the privacy of you two or amongst friends. That’s when he realized the reality of what he’d caused.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he spoke, taking a step toward you. He leaned his cane on the counter and placed his hands on your waist. You didn’t move your arms from your sides, merely looking into his blue eyes to see if he was being genuine.

It seemed too good to be true.

“Accept the apology before I’m forced to take it back,”

And there it was.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” you muttered, moving your hands to rest on his biceps. House squeezed your waist, knowing that he got what he wanted. You rose to your tip-toes, your lips just barely touching his before you pulled away, “Now come on: that take-out is calling my name.”

[barryroyco]

okay so in my opinion, if you compare hugh laurie’s performances in each respective plot, house never had feelings for cameron. there is absolutely no romantic tension on his part, and i believe that he played it that way on purpose. because if you watch how he acts in scenes where house is supposed to have tension with cuddy, it’s night and day how different he is. hugh laurie acts with his whole being—face, body, voice, he’s putting his all into every scene. his romantic tension with cuddy was as intentional as his lack of attraction to cameron.

so moving past what we know to be canonical, if we compare house’s chemistry with cameron to house’s chemistry with cuddy and bring in the matter of house’s chemistry with WILSON? the tension he brings to certain scenes? the scenes where maybe there’s a “joke” about them being gay/in love/having sex? in many of those scenes, hugh laurie—who we all know can play the shit out of a comedic beat—chooses to not play it as a joke (best example would be the “you’re sleeping with me” scene and a lot of the amber plot. it could have easily been played for laughs, but hugh laurie played that shit dead serious). i think, based off of what he’s actually said about house and wilson’s love, and how down he was for hilson, he played it that way on purpose. i believe he wanted that for house, or at least wanted to make sure that it would have a solid foundation if they did somehow decide to pursue the plot line. i am so sure that the tension he created in scenes with wilson was intentional. because he matches intensity levels with only cuddy, a little bit of stacy, and wilson throughout the show. there’s no way that’s an accident. hugh laurie is too good for that.

[stargirlshojo]

seconds before wicked threesome

[cut-throat-bitch]

Me and all my bitches