#hilsonvignettes

wilson is secretly into photography. and his favorite subject to photograph? house. wilson has a knack for photographing house when house isn’t looking. his camera roll is full of pictures of house cooking, house playing the piano, house in the surgery suite, house reading, house making dumb bets with his team. wilson had been getting photographs for years. and it isn’t until they’re dating that house finds the photo album wilson has stashed away in his bookshelf. “I knew you were checking me out,” house says with a cocky grin. wilson shrugs, his cheeks heating up as he turns his head. “collecting blackmail material, that’s all,” wilson replies. they both know wilson is lying. house picks up wilson’s camera and tosses it towards wilson. “no better blackmail content than this,” house says, yanking his shirt off and smirking at wilson suggestively

house steals wilson’s lunch so often that wilson starts making double portions and bringing ones to work for house so house will stop stealing his food. he puts house’s name on them and house thinks it’s corny as hell, yet wilson catches the brief glimmer of a smile on house’s face every time he sees it. wilson starts adding in little notes to the lunch packs a week later. they start out as little inane comments ‘this took me an hour to make last night’ or ‘come by tonight and we can make that tiramisu you were talking about’ and somewhere along the line those little notes in the lunches that wilson makes for house become something more. the next note reads, ‘go out with me tonight. not as friends.’ house marches into wilson’s office and drops the note onto wilson’s desk and walks out. under wilson’s note, in house’s messy scrawl, ‘fine. pick me up at 8. don’t be late.’ a month later, wilson leaves another note on the leftovers from the chicken dish they’d made together at house’s apartment the night before. ‘just in case you hadn’t deduced it in bed last night, I love you,’ wilson’s note confesses. wilson finds the note on his desk later that afternoon, with the words ‘I know’ written beneath wilson’s love confession. wilson smiles and tucks the note into his pocket for safekeeping

whenever house is feeling sick, wilson will try to fret over him and mother hen him and house will push him away; grumbling that he ‘absolutely and utterly does not need help, now fuck off and leave me alone.’ but when it’s wilson who’s sick, house goes into full caretaker mode and wilson lets him. it’s one of the only times wilson gets to see that protective side of house come out, and there’s something about the fact that wilson is the only one who is worthy of seeing that side of house that makes wilson feel infinitely better

thinking about wilson getting married to women because he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do. and every time he ends up divorced and hurt, he goes right back to house. wilson shows up on house’s doorstep and mutters “I need you” and house caves every single time because he thinks maybe this time it’s real, maybe this time wilson will want him enough to stay. and in those weeks and months that follow, when they’re tangled in the sheets together, gasping shaky breaths into each other’s mouths, when wilson utters that he loves house… house wants to believe him. but deep down he knows it’s not what wilson means. a few weeks later, wilson is seeing another woman; taking her out on dates and saying that he thinks she’s the one this time, he’s sure. wilson moves out of house’s apartment and their relationship shifts back into easy friendship. house swears this is the last time he’ll let wilson mess with his head like this. but house is weak. he knows he won’t ever say no to wilson when wilson comes knocking on his door

wilson took a sip of the morning coffee that house has made for him and his face scrunched up. it was way too early to be dealing with bitter coffee. scrubbing the sleep out of his eyes, wilson stood up from the table and moved into the kitchen where house was cooking bacon. “where’s the sugar?” wilson asked. house turned around, gesturing at wilson with his spatula. “oh no, not today. you’re drinking coffee the way it was intended to be drank. black with none of the extra sweetness,” house quipped. wilson glared at house. “i have to pull a double in pediatric oncology today. i need my coffee,” wilson sighed. house smirked and pointed at the mug in wilson’s hand. “you have your coffee right there.” wilson sighed heavily. “sugar, house. now.” wilson demanded. the smirk on house’s face widened as he placed a dramatic kiss on wilson’s cheek. “you’re a dick, house,” wilson said, rolling his eyes. house laughed. wilson’s eye darted around the kitchen before landing on the plate beside the stovetop. in a quick move, wilson’s hand shot out and snagged the bacon. “don’t you dare-” house started, but wilson was quicker, stuffing the bacon into his mouth. “an eye for an eye,” wilson said around the mouthful of food.

wilson finds house passed out asleep in the chair in the corner of his office after a long day. he knows the underlings are still around running tests and that’s why house is still there this late at night. quietly, wilson shrugs off his hoodie and drapes it over house’s chest to keep him warm before leaving for the night. the next day, house is walking around wearing the hoodie acting like it’s his own. a week later, house is in wilson’s office lounging on the couch while wilson is working on paperwork. house catches the way wilson shivers out of the corner of his eye. “cold?” house asks without looking up from his game. wilson hums vaguely but only looks up in confusion when house suddenly gets up and marches out of the room. shaking his head, wilson goes back to work while idly wondering why him being cold was strange enough to make house leave. a couple minutes later, house walks back in with wilson’s hoodie and he hands it back to him. “oh, i forgot i’d given it to you. thanks,” wilson says, sliding it on over his shirt with a content sigh. house gives him a strange look, caught somewhere between curious and fond before he flops back down on the couch. a few days later, wilson deliberately leaves the hoodie in the kitchen area of house’s office, hoping that house will wear it again. when he sees house walking around later that day wearing the hoodie again, wilson’s heart skips a couple beats and he can’t help the smile that crosses his lips. he quite likes seeing house walking around the hospital wearing his hoodie knowing everyone else that works there knows it’s wilson’s hoodie and that they’re sharing clothes