#house md anniversary

[faggot-md]

It's been 20 years today since David Shore looked at all the weirdos, cripples and faggots in the world and went pspspspsps

[oriley42]

Drabble Dogpile "Sick" prompt

"'M sick," Chase gave a demure little cough.

"No, you're not," Foreman diagnosed without looking up from the crisp folds of his shirt, which he continued to button (upward, entirely the wrong direction, in Chase's opinion.)

"I am."

"You're not."

"Come back to bed and make sure." Chase lounged seductively back on the pillows. His efforts were wasted, because the only thing Foreman was being seduced by was his collection of paisley ties.

"Either you're sick, in which case I don't want to get close and catch it, or you're not, in which case you can get your ass out of bed."

"Or...there's a third option. I've contracted something weird, not contagious, and very sexy."

At that, Foreman finally turned around and gifted Chase with about 10% of a smile. "I don't believe I'm familiar with that particular disease."

"It's brand new! And you know, people say if you discover something, you get to name it."

Foreman began to undo his freshly knotted double Windsor with a smirk. "Well, for the sake of my illustrious career...I'd better come back to bed."

@housemdanniversary

[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!

[ferretwhomst]

Dogpile Prompt #5 - Drive

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385 words, Amber/House/Kutner, set at the end of s5. i've been meaning to write something with those three for awhile and this gave me an excuse lol. enjoy!

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The drive to Mayfield is excruciating.

You try to keep your eyes on the road, but occasionally they flick over to Wilson, who's trying his hardest not to look terrified, and then out of the corner of your vision you can see them sitting in the backseat. Even when you clamp your eyes shut, you can feel their gaze searing holes in the back of your headrest.

“I hope you know,” Kutner drawls, “that this won't make things better.”

“Not for you, anyway,” Amber continues. “It’s possible you'll be a little more… tolerable to the people around you, to him,” and you know she's gesturing towards Wilson as she speaks, “but you'll still think of us. You'll still hurt.”

“You’ll never stop hurting.”

They almost sound smug. You want nothing more than to swivel around and give them a piece of your mind, but then Wilson will hear, and he'll start driving faster, and as much as you hate to admit it, you want to draw out this moment for as long as possible. You want to keep hearing them, keep seeing them, keep feeling Amber’s warm breath against your neck and catching the familiar scent of Kutner's soap as they whisper in your ears, condescend to you.

Detoxing is an agonizing process. As your body lashes out from withdrawal, and white hot pain tears through what's left of your thigh, so you retaliate against losing Amber and Kutner. It's gradual, but you’re observant, and you can feel the pain growing more vivid than their touch with every second.

Kutner strokes your hair and Amber squeezes your hand as their voices begin to grow faint.

“Shhh. It's okay. We'll be back,” comes Amber’s honeyed voice from above as you cry out. It hurts you just to keep your eyes open, but you’ll do it for them. 

Both of them are smiling at you almost apologetically, like you're a dog awaiting euthanasia. It's cruel. You don't want to be seen like this. But, then again, they aren't exactly real. It doesn't matter how they see you.

The feeling of their lips brushing against your forehead and cheek as they console you feels real, though. Some part of you wishes it was, wishes they could stay and hold you forever.

Maybe you just like them better this way.

[dreamduality]

House MD have changed so many lives including mine...

[housemdanniversary]

20 years of House MD? Let’s PARTY!

I am putting together a big House MD fandom bash! There will be something for everyone. Have an idea you’d love to see but it’s not here? Drop me a line.

This is a sideblog, by popular request. Find my main @oddlittlestories and follow here for all updates and reminders House MD 20th Anniversary.

Also, forgot to shout-out @russell-crowe for the amazing gif icons.

Here are the activities I’ve planned so far:

Gift exchange. Final check-in on 11/9! Please reach out if you need an extension, or if there’s a chance you won’t finish by 11/16. Find the full schedule and details here. Here is the ao3 collection, which you can post to any time up until 11/16, and will go live on the big day.

Prompt Claim. There will be a list of prompts, posted to this tumblr page, with a signup form. 300 words for fics. Each one will be claimable by one writer/artist/etc. Get your engines running with a short fanwork!

Drabble-Doodle Dogpile. One prompt per day leading up to the anniversary (11/10-11/16). 100 words for fics. The prompts will be posted on this Tumblr account. Dogpile on each prompt! Enjoy your friends’ versions. Let’s revel in different interpretations.

Livestream. Starting on 11/16 and continuing for eight days, @malcolm-f-tucker will be streaming 3-4 episodes from each season. And YOU get to select one per season, so keep your eyes peeled for the relevant polls!

November 16, 2024 is the big day, but any item can be created ahead of time. You are welcome to post to ao3 or Tumblr ahead of time—fanworks will be reblogged to this account day of, but don't forget to tag @housemdanniversary!

Let’s make this an anniversary to remember!

Cancelled events (for this event! I may revive them in future)

Fanwork requests. This is slightly different from prompt claims, as audiences will be able to be much more detailed with what they want. Audiences, start thinking about what you’d love to see.

Hilson trope bingo! Structure tbd. Read fics and mark down tropes on your bingo card!

[aunhinged]

Diagnositc gifting

House doesn’t do flowers. Instead, he gives Wilson a diagnosis like its a gift. Every time Wilson gets a headache, House will run through a list of possible life-threatening diseases just to ‘show he cares.’

Wilson: It's a tension headache, House.

House: Or a subdural hematoma. Happy anniversary.

[babygirlificationn]

@housemdanniversary doodle dogpile days 1 and 4 ! Games and sick.

[layerberitamoderna]

Dogpile prompt 1: Games! @housemdanniversary

spent too much time I think, for it to qualify as a doodle but uuuhhh here!

[ginger1982]

🎉

[oddlittlestories]

@housemdanniversary doodle dogpile prompt 2 -> music

[thatwholethingwiththeduck]

Dogpile [Music]

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(day 2 prompt: music) (SFW)

When Wilson wakes up the morning after, his head throbbing, the too-bright light streaming in through the window, he's not sure where he is. Conference, he thinks, distantly. New Orleans. But not his hotel room.

Did he - no. Did he really get arrested last night?

The strum of a guitar. A too-familiar song. Billy Joel.

Wilson groans and turns over, in the direction of the music. His new buddy is singing. Smirking.

"Stop," he grumbles, mostly into his pillow.

House chooses to cheerfully, enthusiastically raise his voice instead.

"Ass," Wilson mutters.

"So cranky!" House grins and leans over to ruffle his hair.

Wilson slaps him away, not hard enough to inflict any real damage. Later he'll look back and think: yeah. Even then. Even then.

[goldenchips]

Happy 20 years aniversary to House MD!

[hilsonisthecure]

boiling eggs

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Gift Exchange Signups Now Open

Signups are now open for the House MD 20th Anniversary Gift Exchange! They close Monday, October 14th at 3:00pm mountain time.

Boosting is encouraged! Check for updates on the other events as well.