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our little corner of the world by itooaminthisepisode (silasthylacine)
Fandoms: House M.D.
26 Nov 2023
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'House very pointedly wraps his arms around Wilson’s waist and tucks his face into his chest before he can escape, clinging to him like a limpet. “No.”
“We have work in two hours,” Wilson protests quietly, but it falls on deaf ears.
He sighs affectionately, and shuffles to cradle House’s head, automatically scratching the hairs at the base of his scalp. House hums his approval in return, going limp and boneless in his partner’s grasp as his eyes slip shut again.'
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A snapshot into a typical morning in House and Wilson’s lives, featuring shamelessly sappy fluff and incredibly domestic nonsense!
Bookmarked by ElliottWrites
29 Dec 2023
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a thousand teeth (and yours among them) by itooaminthisepisode (silasthylacine)
Fandoms: House M.D.
16 Nov 2023
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'He just takes in the sight of House, loose and pliant and beautiful despite the pain he’s in - the glazed look in his eyes, the way his mouth drops open, the way he presses his nose into Wilson’s palm. The way he digs his teeth into Wilson’s skin.
“Ow!” he yelps, quickly withdrawing his hand as the tender mood vanishes without a trace. “What the hell was that for?”'
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Sometimes, when House gets too overwhelmed by his emotions, he gets a little bitey. This is five times House bites Wilson, and one time Wilson finally bites him back.
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Bookmarked by ElliottWrites
29 Dec 2023
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In which House and Wilson spend their last evening together.
With a thicky, syrupy swallow, he finally spoke
“House. You need to promise me something.”
“I’m not feeding your fish after you go, if that’s what you’re going to ask.” Wilson could see his expression through closed eyes. House had managed to perfect the act of dancing around capital-T Topics. He could feel his body decaying, and the poison that ran through his veins was slowly starting to choke him. Neither of them commented on it, but he could feel death hanging on his shoulder, drooling like a half-starved vulture. The months had ran into weeks, and he could feel the flame of life in his lungs dwindling. He didn’t have much time.
“House. You can’t come.” His gaze remained on the page, but Wilson knew him better; his attention was rapt; Wilson watched his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. An uncanny silence ran between them.Bookmarked by ElliottWrites
28 Dec 2023
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made me fucking sob?????? wtf????? why is this so good?????