i was sending in some thoughts about house md but tumblr ate my ask before i could send it
anyway, i was gonna say house is an ass of a ler 99.9% of the time and definitely comes down on the ducklings and teases them —chase being one of his main victims but he doesn’t discriminate —but in the very slim chance he’s in a lee position he gets SO damn pissed and defensive about it. probably spouts excuses like ‘it’s a natural response to stimuli’ and you’d have to be either really stupid or really brave to go after him because revenge is sweet
OHH YEAH
chase is definitely one of house’s main victims…especially if we’re talking in terms of the earlier seasons where Chase is much more subservient. I think house pretty much gets a kick out of how Chase literally just takes it with minimal fighting other than a few “Wait!”s.
but may I propose foreman. i dont think house has a moral reason for wanting to see foreman getting humbled other than it’s simply just hilarious to him.
he won’t laugh when foreman suddenly puts a hand up in defense of himself, but he does do that thing where he presses his lips together in amusement.
as for Cameron…save that poor girl she is most definitely not spared. I think house would mostly try to poke her when she’s working. she spills something? “Oh stop whining. Do it again, the rest of his blood isn’t going anywhere.” To him, it’s a matter of challenging Cameron, kinda seeing to what point she tries to retaliate.
however yeah, house totally gets verbally defensive whenever someone does tickle him and attempts to tease him about it. I feel like he’s very good at holding back his reactions though in the beginning, he can quite literally stand there with a blank expression for a certain period of time before his reactions begin to slip through the cracks.
He either makes his arguments based upon anatomical facts or quite literally uses his own discoveries about his ler against them. Ranging from “Someone slept through their classes.” when someone points out how ticklish he is, to “Don’t act like you’re any better. You sound like a dying animal when I do this to you.”
better watch your back for the next few days, he’ll be determined to prove you’re way worse
House steals Wilson’s lunch and pays for it dearly but, not exactly as soon as Wilson hopes.
Lee: House 🏡
Ler: Wilson 🖊️
Word count: ~1800
“Uh…I was eating that..”
Wilson drew, a dotted triangular outline from his sandwich nearly visible in his hand.
House took a bite as he took a seat across from Wilson, barely looking up for just a moment.
“Yeah, and now I am?”
House flatly replied, taking another bite before opening a file.
“Anyways, picture this…patient comes in presenting with a fever of 104.6 and no sense of taste or…..”
Wilson cut House off as he snatched the sandwich back from him. He took a large bite that caused half of the toppings to spill out onto his lunch tray, leaving a trail of mustard on his cheek.
They sit there in an uncomfortable kind of staring contest for what felt like an abnormal amount of time. House breaks this silence by wiping the mustard from Wilson’s face with his thumb, licking it off while keeping the eye contact. Wilson angrily looks away, a red hue covering his face.
“I win~”
House retorts, snatching up his file and the yellow bag of [undisclosed brand] chips on Wilson’s lunch tray before making his way back to his office with his spoils of war.
Wilson was left with nothing more than a misshapen pile of sandwich, a single carton of orange juice and a revenge plot forming in his head.
As the end of their shifts approached, House was still entirely boggled by the case. His head completely buried into the file with several infectious disease books scattered across his desk. He threw his signature tennis ball between his hands as he ruminated on what could possibly be causing this strange array of symptoms.
He was so focused, in fact, that he didn’t hear his door creak open…
He didn’t hear the blinds draw closed or the lock of the door clicking in time with the clock….
He didn’t hear the shuffling of umber dress shoes across his old carpet…..
He didn’t hear Wilson duck down and sneak behind his office chair……
And he certainly didn’t expect to feel ten digits digging into his sides
“AAHAhaAha!!! Shihihit!!!”
However, because of how unexpected this was, Wilson’s eye was on the receiving end of a tennis ball being thrown at Mach fucking 9.
“OW! God Dammit!”
Wilson stumbled backwards, clutching to where the ball landed.
“Shihihit! Sorry! Sohorry!”
House attempted to apologize, reaching out a hand to help Wilson while simultaneously poorly holding back his laughter at the situation.
“Are you though?? Jesus Christ, did you play softball as a kid or something?? Trying to throw a home run at midnight, Jeter?”
Wilson joked as House handed him an ice pack to prevent swelling.
“No but, I did play Lacrosse”
House flatly replies, moving the pack to check Wilson’s eyes with a flashlight.
“Do the thing you do when you need to pass a DUI test.”
Wilson obliged, looking back and forth, up and down.
“No signs of damage but, you might have a shiner in the morning on my behalf. Sorry about that…”
House apologetically expressed, letting out a sigh of relief. He placed the ice pack back onto Wilson’s face, holding it there while running his thumb across Wilson’s temple.
“It’s ok, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Maybe a grand entrance next time?”
Wilson jived as they began to make their way to the garage.
“Yeah, roll out the red carpet and get Chase to play the bugle for you. I bet that Aussie bastard knows how to!”
House chuckled, pressing the button for the elevator to take them down.
After the ride home, they took their designated spots on the couch and placed their legs on the table in perfect time with one another.
House set the TV to the recently recorded monster truck rally and poured himself a glass of scotch.
As they settled into the noise, Wilson innocently (😇) drapes an arm over House’s shoulders.
He responds by leaning into the touch, his own hand landing onto Wilson’s chest.
“Aww, look at you being all lovey dovey for me~”
Wilson purred into House’s ear, eliciting a stifled giggle from him.
“I just felt bahahad for striking out a non-existent batter your faAEEECE!”
House squeaked as Wilson’s left hand began to tap into his neck.
“Funny enough, I almost thank you for it. It gives me alllllll the excuse I need to doooo….this!”
Wilson shot his other hand down to House’s stomach, moving his other tapping fingers down to House’s collarbone. House erupted into bright titters, immediately wrapping his arms around his torso to protect himself from the attack.
“Ah ah ah! You can’t hide from this!”
Wilson teased as he snatched up House’s wrists with one hand to pin them above his head, straddling his waist (avoiding pressure on his leg ofc, he’s a villain not a monster)
“Nononono!!! Plehehehease!!!”
House squealed, pulling his arms down as far as they could go.
“Oh no, I insist! You’ve earned it, you sandwich-stealing-cocky-grin-wearing-precise-aim-having-prick!”
With each pause, Wilson tweaked a rib on alternating sides.
“WAHAHAHAIT!! *SNRK!* WIHIHILSON!! WIHIHILSON!!!”
House nearly shrieked, moving side to side in a vain attempt to block.
“That’s my name! Don’t wear it, or yourself, out, mKay?”
Wilson cheekily responded, moving his hand to ride House’s shirt up to just below his chest.
He began to draw light circles into his tummy, slowly making his way downwards.
House cackled out, his arms going limp into the couch.
“Then prove it, I want to hear…”
Wilson places one hand gently around House’s throat and the other hand directly over House’s sternum.
“Just how sorry you are~”
Wilson tightens his grip around his throat but, just enough to keep House still for the quick tapping that began at his sternum.
House begins shriek and thrash under Wilson, however, his screams are cut off by the hand around his throat. He quickly realized that in order to be able to breathe, let alone laugh, that he couldn’t move an inch.
“See, I wouldn’t do that, Spazzy. Wouldn’t want me to not be able to hear your apology, would we~?”
Wilson teased, running his free hand under House’s chin.
“Thihis is bullshit! Complete and utter-ah!”
House is cut off by Wilson squeezing ever so softly around House’s neck, cinching off his arteries with a devilishly sweet smile.
“Ah ah ah, that’s not very nice, is it? I want a real apology, before you can no longer speak. You have 30 seconds, better make ‘em count~”
He releases his arteries but, keeps a gentle hold on House.
House takes a deep breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head momentarily from the blood rushing to his head.
“I-I’m sorry, I really am sorry. At least for possibly blacking your eye. If you genuinely wanted an a-apology for taking your lunch, I suppose we could go to somewhere nice for lunch tomorrow? My treat, I mean it..”
House looked up at Wilson with the sweetest look he had ever given anyone before, his piercing blue eyes glistening with stars.
“That’s…probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me..”
Wilson stares back at him, his own eyes softening as he released his hand from House’s neck.
“Yeah, and it only took me losing oxygen for a sec.”
House joked, running a hand across his own neck.
House can’t do this for very long though as he feels Wilson’s hands shoot under his arms.
“Too bad that, I just want to torment you even more now. You look soooo cute when you’re overwhelmed~”
Wilson admits, scribbling into House as fast as he could muster.
“BUT IHIHIHIHIHI *SNRK!* I APOLOGIZED!!! *SNRK!* WHIHIHIHI *SNRK!* WHY????”
House practically yelped, his laughter echoing through the dusty yellow light of the living room.
“I just told you why! Were you not listening, hmmmm?”
Wilson takes this opportunity to turn the volume of the television up a few notches, keeping a hand firmly squeezing into House’s top ribs.
He leaned in directly in front of House’s face, noses millimeters from touching each other.
“I want to watch you squirm and beg for mercy…Not for an apology or revenge or anything like that…
Just to watch you suffer~”
Wilson squeezed up and down House’s ribs, occasionally shooting down to tweak his hips.
“So…suffer~”
As House’s laughter rang through the room, tears of mirth were forming in his eyes. His whole body going limp beneath Wilson.
“Aww, what’s the matter? Not gonna put up a fight? Not gonna yell at me? Nothing left in ya??”
Wilson teased, drilling into House’s sternum with one hand and clawing into his stomach with the other.
House shrieked, tears now fully flowing down his face.
“Of course, you can. You don’t quite have an option right now, do you?”
Wilson innocently (😇) asked, moving to dig his index finger into his navel and clawing his other fingers around it on his tummy while continuing the drilling.
“NOHOHO*HIC!*HOHO!!! PLEASE!!
PLEHEHE*HIC!*HEHEHEASE!!!”
“Please what? I’m already tickling you to bits here, what more do you need? Hmmm? Hmmmmm?”
Wilson teased, switching to vibrate his fingers into House’s ribs.
Unfortunately, House still giggled up a storm as his nerves were still entirely activated.
“Ok, okahahay! Goodness, you ok? I didn’t….overstep, did I?”
Wilson asked, getting up to grab House a glass of water.
“Nohohoho! You-hehehe! You’re fihihine, it was just…”
Wilson returns with the water and House takes a sip, thinking of what to say next.
“Overwhelming, I guess? But, not…in a particularly..bad way?”
House admitted, his face burning red
“Good, did you have fun paying for your sins at least?”
Wilson asked, pulling House in close
“I…”
“I plead the fifth…”
Authors note:
I had a TON of fun with this one! It was prompt 37 from the list and I took it and freakingggg ran with it. So, let me know what you all thought and as always,
House provokes Wilson into getting what he wants…or does he?
(This is also prompt number 36 on the prompt list that I’ll be tagging in my pinned)
Lee: House 🏡
Ler: Wilson 🖊️
Word count: ≈2000
“You’re doing this on purpose…”
An already annoyed Wilson drew, his fingers tapping against his desk.
“I’m doing nothing of the sorts, you absolute wack job.”
House retorted, a smirk making its way across his face.
“Yes you are, you’ve been way more annoying than usual…”
Wilson gritted through his teeth..
“Oh, come on…Just being myself. Just like you told me to, Dr. Dipshit. You know, you really shouldn’t go into motivational speaking if you don’t expect people to take the advice, Idiot…”
House drew, his smirk remaining plastered to his face.
“See?! You just did it again! You’ve been calling me names all day!”
Wilson’s voice rose as he pointed a finger at House.
“And this is different from usual…how?” House flatly responded.
Wilson got up from his chair and made his way towards House, a vein began to throb in his forehead.
“It’s different from usual because it’s less clever, more basic. I’m surprised with you, if I’m being honest.”
Wilson stated as calmly as possible.
“So, I’m not on my A game today, big whoop! It’s not like you actually look forward to the banter, you bi-“
“You want something and you can’t ask me for it.”
Wilson cuts him off by poking into House’s sternum, a giggle swiftly escaping his lips.
“Oh yeah? P-prove it then..” House stuttered, his smirk wobbling into a smile.
Wilson paused, bringing a finger to his lips to contemplate.
“Hmmmm….No.”
Wilson quickly walked out of his office with Manila folders, leaving House alone in his office.
“Alrighty…”
House’s smile noticeably dropped, his typical ploy clearly not working today.
As lunch time rolled around, House tried to catch up with Wilson to steal the fries off his lunch plate but, was disappointed to see that he was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he went down to the parking lot and noticed that his car was nowhere to be found either.
“That’s strange, Wilson has never gone out for lunch.”
House thought, making his way back to his own office with a dissatisfied look and a $1.25 vending machine trail mix.
“Was it something I said?”
“Did I make him upset?”
“Is it my fault he left?”
“It’s always my fault they leave..”
House was caught in thought when Cuddy entered his office, his eyes not even looking up from fiddling with his pen
“Hey, you’re good to go. Turns out it was Lupu-“
She pauses as she approached his desk, her eye’s immediately drawn to the angry scrawling in House’s notepad
“Yeah, yeah. Figures. It’s never Lupus but, today it is…”
“Of course it is..”
He slammed with notepad closed and got up from his desk.
“What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been more sour than usual since noon…” Cuddy asked.
“It’s…nothing. I’ll be my normal amount of dickish tomorrow. I’ll…see you in the morning.”
He responded, making his way out of his office.
Cuddy sighed and let it be for now.
As House made it to the parking lot, he was surprised to see that Wilson had waited for him.
“I was wondering when you’d finally finish up, anything interesting?”
Wilson asked, with a twinge of genuine curiosity.
“Nope…fucking Lupus…”
House stated before abruptly getting into Wilson’s passenger side.
“Really? It’s never Lupus…”
The door slammed loudly..
After they had arrived in their shared apartment, Wilson sat in his normal spot in the couch. House debated between sitting next to him and sitting at his piano bench but, was interrupted by Wilson grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him into the couch. House sat there for a moment before gently leaning his head into Wilson’s shoulder. They breathed together for quite some time, the TV not even turned on yet.
“I’m sorry…”
House spoke, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence.
Wilson’s head cocked to the side, a surprised look taking over his face.
“For what exactly?” He asked as he turned his head to meet House’s regretful gaze, clearly forgetting his frustration from earlier.
“I’m sorry for calling you unnecessary, rude names.”
“I’m sorry for making your job harder today. For making your job harder every single day..”
“For being cruel to you.”
“For pushing you away…acting like I didn’t want something from you..”
“For being an asshole...”
“I’m sorry for being…me”
House’s voice faltered, nearly breaking towards the end of his rambling.
Wilson’s eyes softened as he saw tears beginning to form in House’s eyes, beckoning to trickle down.
“Hey now…there’s no need for tha-“
“But it’s the truth! I make your life so much harder than it has to be.
Every day, you put up with my bullshit, and for what??
How do you just roll with the punches I throw and not hate me for it?
How can I be anything to you if I can’t even voice my needs to you like a normal human being?!?”
House yelled, voice breaking fully with tears rolling down his cheeks. A lump began to grow in Wilson’s throat, gnawing against his larynx.
“I-I could never hate you..even if you act hateful when you don’t mean it.”
Wilson wiped away at House’s tears, his palm landing at his cheek.
“I don’t understand…”
House grasped overtop Wilson’s hand, the tears flowing between their fingers.
“You don’t have to. Not everything is some big mystery for you to figure out. Sometimes, it’s just face value.”
Wilson replied, smiling as he ran his thumb across House’s jaw.
House stiffened slightly, goosebumps raising near where Wilson touched.
“Now, about that thing you wanted?” Wilson tapped his left ring finger against House’s neck, his golden band noticeably absent.
“I-I…ummmm….”
House stuttered, biting his lying silver tongue
He had nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide now.
It was all out in the open.
“Well?~”
Wilson hummed, a smirk that matched House’s earlier cockiness began to form.
House looked away, taking a deep breath to speak.
“I…..would really like if you..were to….err…hypothet-umm”
He tried desperately to beat around the bush, a cherry red blush burning through his stubble.
Wilson began to chuckle, an all too knowing smile on his face.
“Well, come on..Tell me exactly what you need. I need to be sure, you know?~” Wilson drew, his pinky finger joined his ring finger to tap at House’s neck.
“You knew the whole time. Didn’t you?”
House chuckled a bit, scrunching his neck up against Wilson’s fingers.
“Knew what, Snickers~?”
Wilson asked innocently as he teasingly fluttered at House’s neck.
“D-dAmmit Wihihilson! You know what I want! I wahAhant you t-to…to..t-ti..”
House stuttered just before the dreaded word just long enough for Wilson’s eyebrows to raise, a look of realization took over his face as he ceased his twitching fingers.
“Oh my god. That’s why you never ask for it…You can’t say the word..”
“Can you?”
House froze, the tips of his ears now blaring a deep red.
“I-I…Umm..ummmmmmm…”
He looked down, not able to quite meet Wilson’s eyes.
“Iwantyoutotickleme…”
House barely murmured
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you…”
He cupped a hand behind his own ear
“What was that?”
Wilson asked, his fingers poised to attack at House’s ribs.
“I-I want y-you to t-ti-tihihihi! T-Ti-T-tihihi! Oh gohohod dammit!!”
House could feel the word teasing on the tip of his tongue through his sweet bubbly giggles.
“Oh my gosh, I’m not even touching you and you’re just a giggly mess.. This is incredible. I’ve absolutely broken you and I didn’t even have to do anything~”
Wilson purred, eagerly wriggling at the air as he patiently waited for House’s word to strike.
“Wilsonnnn, plehehease..”
“Please what?~”
“Pleeeaseeee…”
“Please whaaat?~”
House firmly placed Wilson’s hands atop his middle ribs, much to Wilson’s surprise.
“Please….”
“I want you to say it~”
“I-I really want you to t-t-tickle me, o-ok? Please, Wilson~?”
His eyes now fully averting from Wilson, who’s eyes now glistened, practically filled with stars.
“O-ok..there. You satisfied with thaHAhAhaHahAt!!”’
House burst into laughter as Wilson happily dug into his ribs.
“Very much so, I’ve been waiting all day to do this!”
Wilson replied, bouncing between his 3rd and 5th sets of ribs.
“Nohohoho wahahahay!!”
House’s hands crashed into his face, his muffled giggles and burning blush still having nowhere to hide.
“Yes way~…Wait that sounded kind of silly..” Wilson paused as he brought his hands to just under House’s arms
House giggled, squirming against the arm of the couch
“Only for you, Honey~BzzzzBzzzz!”
Wilson buzzed as he added a good dose of nuzzling to the mix.
“NAhHahA!! Wihihihilson!!”
House nearly squeaked, curling into himself with laughter.
“There is no Wilson, only bees! BzzzzzzBzzzzz! BzzBzzzzBzzzz!!!”
Wilson insisted, buzzing up from House’s neck to land on the shell of his ear.
“NohoHohoHo!!! Plehehehase NahaHaHat the bEeHeehees!!!”
House giggled, playfully swatting at Wilson’s face.
“You can’t escape the bees! They’re everywhere! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzbzzzbzz!”
Wilson continued to buzz against his ear while sneaking his spidering nails under House’s shirt, skittering just below his navel.
“GEhEhEt *snrk!* thehehem *snrk!* out ohohof ThEheheHere! Eeheehehe!!!”
House played along with Wilson’s bit, snickering into the couch.
“Hold on, lemme ask them..”
Wilson used one hand to push House’s shirt up, looking to speak to the bees.
“Bzzzt! BzzzzBzzbzzbzzbzzbzzzzz?”
He knelt down to buzz against House’s side as his skittering nails trailed up his ribs.
“WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHAIT!!!!”
House’s back arched upwards, his own arms hugging around his chest in an X. He could no longer speak as his boisterous laughter filled the room, a bright smile plastering his across his blushing face.
Wilson couldn’t be for certain but, if swore if he looked close enough, he could see dimples forming in his cheeks.
“What? I’m trying to talk some sense into them? Oh Christ, see what you’ve done? They’re splitting up now, need to cover more territory..”
Wilson chuckled, taking one of his skittering hands down to just above House’s waist line and the other fluttering oh so lightly between his collarbones.
House was now thrashing against the couch, his crossed arms gripping at his shoulders. Unfortunately for an already broken House, this trapped Wilson’s fluttery fingers directly above his sternum.
“It’s funny you choose that position, considering you’ve quite literally dug your own grave.. I’ll speak well of you at your burial~”
Wilson dropped his voice as he whispered into House’s ear, dropping the bit to peck just behind the shell of it. He began to tap into House’s sternum, his other hand clawing at his tummy with one finger digging into his navel. Poor pitiful House was in hysterics, his broken squealing interrupted with snorts and hiccups.
“Is this what you were looking for? Hmmmm? To just absolutely lose yourself in laughter? With not a thought to have except about how much it tickles? Is this what you wanted from me? Hmmmm~?”
Wilson teased right next to his ear, a devilishly cocky smile on his face.
House gave Wilson the tiniest of nods as his arms squeezed tightly for a moment around Wilson’s arm, moving his own hands to stifle his staggering breathy laughter.
House’s attempts at thinking or forming words were swiftly cut off by his wheezy laughter and Wilson’s fluttering hands.
Taking place directly after a Professional Strictly Business Meeting, House is still caught in the middle of his very important meeting with Wilson and Cuddy when Cameron decides to sit in uninvited
Ler/s: Cuddy⚕️ and Wilson 🖊️ (Attempted Cameron 🌸)
Lee: House 🏡
Word count: 946
CW: Boundaries are broken and there are consequences for it. (Consent is ignored and aggressive actions, yelling, berating, cursing follow.)
⚠️⚠️Viewer discretion is advised⚠️⚠️
“I really can’t believe how ticklish you are….” Cuddy jived, gently holding House’s arms behind his back.
“Oh I definitely can~” Wilson teased, digging into House’s sides.
“Oh, fuHUHUCK YOU BiHiHitch!!”
House squealed, pulling at Cuddy’s hold. She was much stronger than she looked.
“Good lord! He’s thrashing like a mad man, how are you keeping him so still?” Wilson chuckled, making his way up to skitter across his ribs.
“Well, covering for his ass on clinic duty certainly has it’s benefits. Stamina being one of them.”
Cuddy replied with a wink.
“You’ve GOhoHot thahahahat right!” House interjected, tilting his head back to smirk at Cuddy. He earned a scoff of “I should have let you go to prison for malpractice” caliber.
“Good to…know..” Wilson drew slowly
“Ohohoho, dohohon’t get any funny ideas. She’s got wayyyy mohohohore stamina than you, Sonic.”
House retorted, clearly already drunk from the giggling.
“Oh sure, you say that as if you aren’t just as quick to break~?”
Wilson smirked as he drilled into House’s hips with no warning.
“nOhOHoHOHO!! WAHAHAHAIT!! WIHIHILSON!” House pleaded, bucking against Cuddy’s chair.
“I think you should keep going, he did say to do your worst after all. You did say that right, Doctor House?”
Cuddy whispered her question into House’s ear, eliciting a squeaky yelp.
Wilson raises an eyebrow at this.
“Wait, are your ears ticklish, too?” Wilson asked with curiosity beaming across his face, moving one hand to skitter behind House’s left ear and one to hold his jaw in place.
“EEEHEHEHEP!! Nohohoho, just a coinci-SHIHIHIHIT!!!” As House was attempting to respond, Cuddy gently nibbled at the shell of his ear.
Wilson, a bit flabbergasted at how badly it affected House, decided to possibly dig his own grave by testing a theory.
“Wihihihihilson, wha-hahahat are you doing? Wihihihilson???” House giggled as Wilson brought his lips to House’s other ear.
He gestures to Cuddy with his eyes to back her head away and she obliged, eager to see what he was thinking about doing that could cause him to head butt her.
“Wihihihilson I swear to fuhuhucking gohohohod..” House warned.
“Silly, you should pray he can save you from this. Even though he won’t.”
Wilson inhaled a deep breath and blew a raspberry behind House’s ear, holding his head still to avoid injury.
“EHEHEHEH-*snrk!* WA-*snrk!* Wahaha-*snrk!* hait WAhAHAIT OH MY G-*snrk!*AHAHAHA!!!”
[Meanwhile upstairs]
“You guys hear that?”
Foreman asked, looking up from what he’s doing.
Another strange noise caught Chase’s attention, an eyebrow raising in time with Foreman’s.
“Just sounds like someone told a really good joke upstairs besides, we don’t have time for it with the MRI in 5 minutes. Let’s go, boys.” Cameron chimed, grabbing the folders out of Foreman’s hands.
“Who made her in charge?”
Foreman asks, looking up at the ceiling directly after. He hears the sound once more but, dismisses it to follow an already fed up Chase.
Cameron made a B line to the noise that Foreman heard, ensuring that she wouldn’t be followed.
[Cuts back to Cuddy’s office]
“WIHIHIHIHLSOHOHOHON!!!!!!
Y-*hic*YOU M-AHAHA*hic*AHA!!!
MOTHERFU*hic*HUHUCKER!!! AHAHA*hic*AHAHAHA*hic*”
House loudly cackled to Cuddy’s mild concern.
“My god Wilson, you’re going to kill him, don’t you think he’s had enough?” Cuddy asked as House went limp against the chair.
“Nah, he’s not done yet. Also, you can let go of him now, he doesn’t fight much after you get him hiccuping.” Wilson assured, tapping into House’s collarbones.
House grips the chair with his arms now raised above his head, much to Cuddy’s surprise.
“Anywhere else you say? Well, since you asked so kindly~” Wilson drew out as he pounced at House’s underarms, giving cuddy an “I told you so” smirk as he began drilling all ten fingers in.
“AHAHAHAHA!!!WIHIHIHILSON!!!”
House laughed a crimally contagious laugh, sans hiccups now.
“See? He can tahahake it just fine. Isn’t that right, Hou-“
Wilson is cut off when he sees Cameron making her way to Cuddy’s office, withdrawing his hands from House almost immediately.
“Hey, I’ve got- wait…. Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?” Cameron asked, setting down her folders to walk towards House with an intrigued smile.
“Wait, Cameron…let him breathe..” Cuddy warned, nearly stepping in front of her.
Cameron side-steps to be able to see a still unaware giggling House.
“Seriously, his breathing was.. really starting to get labored. Besides, I don’t expect he’ll let you..”
Wilson, agreeing with cuddy, stepped in front of Cameron.
“Only one way to find out.”
Cameron ignores their warning and walks towards him anyways. House finally opened his eyes to see her, his goofy look quickly morphing to one of anger that bordered enraged.
“You…weren’t supposed…to see me like this.” House sternly drew, softening his look to meet Wilson’s eyes standing behind her. Wilson’s fists were clenched and visibly shaking against his sides. Cuddy placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to cool his temper.
“Why? Because we haven’t seen you smile like that?” Cameron grinned, confidently reaches for House.
“DO NOT!!!! FOR FUCKS SAKE, CAN YOU NOT TAKE 3 NOS FOR AN ANSWER, YOU INDIGNANT BITCH?” House grabbed her wrist hard with an iron grip, only to release it after seeing the horror in her face.
Wilson and Cuddy gave Cameron violent and disgusted looks that simply said:
“If you tell anyone about this, we’ll kill you and no one will know…”
Cameron silently exited the room, figuring that never bringing it up would be her only chance of survival.
House finds himself in a bit of a dilemma when he gets stuck in a hospital coat that doesn’t fit right and does anything but make it better for himself…
“That’s…quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Wilson said with a twinge of annoyance emanating from his voice.
To be fair, Wilson had only asked if House needed assistance getting untangled from his coat jacket, his arms firmly stuck above his head. House told him to go fuck himself.
With this in mind, House caught on that Wilson didn’t take this too lightly and began to back away.
“Not for long, I just have to get one arm out.” House said, trying every which angle to free his arms.
“Oh I don’t think so.” Wilson replied, getting a good look at the M that marked the tag. “That’s not your jacket, it’s the clearly the wrong size. The cut on it isn’t even right.”
“Well, if it was yours, I wouldn’t be stuck in it, lard ass…” House replied, visibly frustrated with his predicament. Wilson’s expression became more serious as he took 3 paces towards house.
“That was wasn’t kind, constructive or necessary. I’m surprised you even passed orientation, for Christ sake.” Wilson smirked, he slowly traced circles into his sides as he cornered him next to his piano.
“Oh, come on. You know I can be so much ruder.”
House retorted, a smile creeping onto his face.
“Oh, I know. Trust me I know. But..” Wilson drew out. “You always deserved to be knocked down a peg.”
“I beg to fucking differ. God and I tied, bitch.” House snapped back.
Wilson paused for a moment before turning his tracing to digging, placing his thumbs just below House’s lowest set of ribs
“Then, beg.”
House dropped into the piano bench and tried to pull his arms down as far as he could. Unfortunately for House, he couldn’t move them much lower than his shoulders.
“N-not a chahahahance! When I get out of thihihis, you’re toast!” House nearly shrieks, his back landing firmly into the keys surrounding C3.
Wilson leaned to pin House into place as to not cause any further damage to his piano.
“God, you’re always such a tough nut to crack. Oh wait…”
House is cut off by Wilson gripping his face with his left hand while right hand bounced between his armpits.
“Oh, I can and I damn sure will. Besides you’re still stuck. Stuck in someone else’s coat jacket, care to tell me who’s that is before you can’t talk anymore?” Wilson smirked, slowing back to drawing circles
“Y-yohohoho You knohohohow who’s it is, you prihi-*hic*hihick!” House hiccuped as Wilson hit his collarbone.
“Do I though? It could be anyone’s, anyone who wears a medium. Chase, Foreman-“
“itHihiHit’s CuDdy’s for ChRist SAke cahahahahan you not rehehead?? Shehehehe signs the tahahahags on her *hic* clothes!! Look!” House sharply pulls forward, slightly tearing the neck of Cuddy’s coat.
“I get it, I knew when you put it on! Careful, you’ll rip it, don’t want to do that when it isn’t on her.”
Wilson fessed, now placing two fingers on each collar bone to vibrate into them laterally.
“YOHOHOHO YOU KNEW????? WhY DIHIHIHIDN’t YoU sTOHOHOP MEHEHEHE???? SHEHEHE’S GONNAHAHA KIHIHILL MEHEHEHE!!” House snorted through his Ted talk, trying to sound as upset as possible.
“Of course I knew, Snickers. What fun would that would have been?~” Wilson applied more pressure while simultaneously pressing against the collar of the coat, tearing it more in turn.
House hears this and pulls his arms up to prevent it as much as possible.
Wilson’s eye brow raises in curiosity.
“Bold move for someone who has routinely not cared about other people’s shit..” He takes advantage of this opportunity by drilling his fingers into the reopened spot.
House holds firm, manically laughing without moving more than he had to. Though, it was hard to notice, House smiled with his still closed eyes.
“My, My…You are having fun…aren’t you? I mean, you didn’t yell at me for probably putting your piano out of tune..You’ve done nothing but provoke this further than even I intended.” Wilson chuckled as he brought his left hand to House’s sternum, keeping his other hand in the same torturous spot.
“WAitWAITWAITWAIT!!! I wohohon’t be able tohohOHOHOHO Hohold it!! It AHAhA it’ll TEheHeAr!!”
House protested, avoiding the point as best as he could. The light dusting of pink faded between his salt and pepper stubble giving Wilson all the answer he needed.
“Sucks, guess she’ll have to not pay for a new one and get it immediately?” Wilson held starting to draw circles with his right hand.
“BuHuhuhuT, it’s her Fahahahvorite color! PLehHehease she’ll kihihihill us both!” House pleaded, a desperation forming in his voice.
“I haven’t heard that noise again, still wanted to. Worst case scenario, I get our coffins sized and delivered to the hospital. Gives her three less things to deal with in one go.”
Wilson jested, opting ignore House’s pleas and to continue the circles while now buzzing his index and middle fingers into his sternum.
House arms shoot down and in to cover his death spot.
“NONONONONONONOHOHOHO!!!WIHIHIHIHI!! WILSON!!! WIHIHILL YOU AHAHA STIHIHIHIHIHILL ACCEPT HAHA BEHEHEGGING??”
House must have lost it when he said that but, Wilson stayed silent and persistent in his attack, his new goal to get him to rip the coat into two.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! WIHIHILSON!”
House shrieked, still refusing to make the embarrassing sound.
Wilson moves to House’s hips, firing a preliminary warning squeeze.
“Last chance. You’re either ripping this jacket or making that adorable little sound again. Pick one.”
Wilson kneaded circles into House’s hips as they bucked against the piano bench (and against Wilson).
“SHIHIHIHI *SNRK!* HIHIHIT!!!!”
House’s laughter beckoned to fall silent before his arms finally and fully came crashing down, violently tearing the back seams apart.
He curled into himself, finally free from Wilson’s attack. But at the cost of Cuddy’s favorite hospital jacket
Wilson finally let up, helping to run away any remaining sensations.
He had a wide grin on his face, satisfied that he got to have his his cake and eat it too.
“Uh oh…. Someone’s gonna be some in big trouble tomorrow..”
Wilson warned, taking the tattered remains off of House’s arms to deliver to Cuddy in the morning.
Before walking off entirely, Wilson turns back around to a still giggling curled up House.
“Oh and just so you know, you don’t have to provoke me or damage personal property next time you want me to destroy you~” He fully walks to the other room, being sure to remember to take the jacket with him tomorrow.
Whether Wilson knew it how or not, House would pay dearly for this and he wanted to be sure of it.
50x Sentences for TK Fic writers
01. “I promise I won’t tickle you.”
02. “Your hands are too cold!”
03. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.”
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Based on prompt number 13 from this list here! I’ll be using each prompt at random so, do stay tuned 📺
It was a rainy evening and House arrives home much later than usual, even for his standards. Wilson was half asleep on the couch, the plates of roast pork and potatoes he had made left untouched on the table. As the door latches shut, he groggily sat up to turn on the light for House.
“Ah, long night of doing actual work or just obsessing over….a scan..” Wilson’s word trailed as his eyes adjusted to the light and met House’s. He noticed how much puffier and redder they are than usual.
Considering it was the middle of November, he knew that House couldn’t tell him it was..
“Just allergies.” House stated indignantly, stumbling as he placed his coat on the hook. Wilson adjusts his placement on the couch and gestures for House to sit. He obliged, if only to turn on a rerunning of Saturday night’s monster truck tournament at an unreasonable volume for this time of night and to enjoy a glass of scotch.
Wilson studied his eyes as they watched the destruction on screen, noting the lack of sneezing that House normally had with allergies. He noted the distinct lack of a wheezing in his breathing, the lack of hives and a noticeable lack of sarcasm.
“You’re lying to me.” Wilson flatly states, pouring himself a half glass.
“Why would I be lying?” House replies, drawn between the conversation and the TV.
“Because it would mean you’re not as unfeeling as you claim you are..” He placed his hand overtop House’s
He decides to cut to the chase.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been crying.”
He gave house a look of genuine concern, a soft gaze that said “I’m here for you”
“Oh, What does it matter? You don’t care why I was crying. You only care that I can” House grunted, pushing himself off the couch. Wilson grips his hand and pulls him back, not expecting the wincing from House. Or the harsh landing back into the sofa cushions.
“It’s your leg, isn’t it?” Wilson deduced
House gripped at his leg as he gritted his teeth. He let out a large breath as he began to stare vacantly into the ceiling.
A silence passes over the room.
“You’re in pain, it’s ok to cry.” Wilson reassured, still clutching to House’s hand.
He’s thrown for a loop, however, when House pulled himself into his arms. Wilson freezes as House laid his head into his shoulder, There was no sound but, Wilson felt as hot tears began to flow onto his neck. His heart ached for House’s sake, Wilson had never seen him so broken down before.
“It’s never been this bad, nothing is working. Not like it used to…” House nearly whimpered, as if he had just realized it himself.
Wilson didn’t hesitate as he held House closer to him. He did hesitate however as he began to run his hand up and down House’s back, his fingers gently trailing across his spine. He wanted nothing more than to take the hurt from him, to relieve him of his worries and pain.
After a few minutes of silence, there was finally noise but, not the sound Wilson was expecting.
The tiniest snickers escaped House’s lips as he gripped tighter. Wilson noticed that while he was comforting House, his right hand swung a bit too far to the left and was now trailing into his ribs. Wilson gripped House tighter as an absolutely devious idea began forming in his brain. House began to pull away as if he sensed a danger approaching but, Wilson held firm.
“Y-you know you can let go now, r-right?” House stuttered, his hands firmly patting Wilson on the back.
“I don’t want to yet, the longer the hug, the more oxytocin you get.” Wilson replied, standing his ground.
“Come on, it’s just a few tears. I’ll be fiHIHine!!” House straightened as Wilson’s trailing abruptly turning to scribbling.
“I know you will, just figured I’d help speed up the recovery” Wilson replied as he continued to tweak at House’s ribs.
“There’s r-really no need for that!!”
House protested
“Of course there is, laughter is the best medicine after all. Besides, I haven’t even really started..” Wilson teased, moving in to squeeze House’s side.
House jerked towards the back of the couch, choking down the laughter that was bubbling in his chest.
“Come onnnnn, I know you want to laugh~” Wilson purred into House’s ear, the vibrations against it causing him to spasm.
“Quit it! Let go, you freheHEEhEak!!” House chuckled as Wilson pulls one of his arms in front of him to flutter across his collarbone.
“I wouldn’t have to stop if it wasn’t working, would I?” Wilson calmly replied, now vibrating his fingers against House’s sternum.
“AHahHaCk!!! Wihihihilson, plehEHeHEase!!”
House’s real laughter began to bleed into every word he spoke, much to Wilson’s satisfaction.
“My goodness, did Doctor House just say please?? Maybe I’ll have to do this more often, certainly gave you some manners.” Wilson retorts, deciding move back to House’s collar bone with the digging.
“You moHoHothEr Fuhuhuhucker!!”
House shrieked, still struggling to escape Wilson’s grip.
“Well, nevermind about the manners then. You know that’s not very nice, right?” The mischief in Wilson’s voice strong enough for House to visibly appear panicked. Reasonably so as Wilson began to claw at House’s stomach and, much to House’s dismay, it tickled like hell.
“WaHaHaHaAHAHAit!! I-HEHE I’M SAHAHAHAHARRY!!” House thrashed against Wilson, his free arm batting at Wilson’s.
“Are you? Because it doesn’t really seem like it with all that giggling you’re doing.” Wilson flatly responded as he continued to prod in just the right spots on House’s stomach.
“I-EEEHeee! I mEhEhehEan it!! I PrAhahahamise!” House let out a McQueen level squeak as Wilson began to spiral towards the center.
“Anyone will say anything when they’re dying. I’ll believe it after this..”
With that, Wilson goes in for the kill, landing and buzzing into House’s navel.
House’s laughter quickly goes from manic to completely silent, whispered apologies being the only audible thing left. Wilson finally releases his grip, immediately noticing the tiny tears forming in the corners of House’s eyes.
Wilson chuckled a bit and wiped them from his eyes, happy to see that his tears of sadness had morphed to mirth
“Y-you suhuhuck sohoho muhuhuhuch..” House giggled through his words, shooting Wilson the meanest look he could muster with a wide goofy smile.
“And you swallow..far too much. You don’t have to bottle it, ok? Or I’ll have to pull it out of you again.” Wilson pokes him once more for good measure, making House’s residual giggles pick up a bit. He rested his head on Wilson’s shoulder for a while after. Once his giggling had died down entirely, House reaches for Wilson’s hand.
“As much as I know I’ll definitely regret this, t-thank you. Your treatment was rather…effective” House spoke softly, leaning into Wilson.
Wilson smiled and ran his thumb across House’s hand.
“Don’t mention it, it’s available anytime.” Wilson replied, happy to keep this moment between him and House.
