I Looked Him Up To Try And Find These Long Haired Photos... They Scare Me

Ok hilson nerds drop your favourite fic recs!!!!

Especially if they’re happy ending/fix it/established relationship

so ive been watching a lot of dr house recently

Chapter Two is here!

Fic Title: Such Small Hands

Ship: Hilson

Tags: Slowburn, angst, yearning, character a analysis, minor polyducklings, House is repressed, Wilson is repressed, doomed old man yaoi

It's my first fic! Check it out! Say Nice Things! Unless it sucks, then say Not Nice Things.

OH MY GOD

house’s team looks like this

Rejoice! Chapter 3 of my Hilson fic is live! I know you're hungry, and I've come to feed you. Check it out here on ao3!

Today's high schoolers romanticizing 2016 as if there weren't the clown incidents

this tiktok was too house md to not draw

haven’t had a dream in a long time

“but he still talks to him sometimes. especially when no one else will listen.”

featuring: chase, guilt, that ache in his chest that never really goes away.

he was taught to kneel before he could walk.

the prayers were whispered like secrets, threaded between strained silences and stiff collars, a boy tucked into church pews like he might learn discipline through osmosis.

god is watching, he was told.

god loves you, if you’re good enough.

so he tried. he did what they wanted.

he smiled like it didn’t hurt.

because if you earn it — the love, the praise, the place at the table — maybe it means something when they finally look at you.

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(chase doesn’t know if he believes in god anymore.

but he still talks to him sometimes.

especially when no one else will listen.)

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he tells himself he doesn’t care what house thinks; tells himself he’s just doing his job.

he tells himself a lot of things.

but there’s a reason he leans forward when house speaks.

a reason he doesn’t quit, even when he should.

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he wants to be wanted. simple as that.

wants to be chosen, for once —

not as a default. not out of pity.

not because he kept quiet long enough to stay.

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sometimes he still dreams in latin.

asks for forgiveness in the language of his childhood. says please, without really knowing who he’s asking.

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maybe it’s selfish. maybe it’s stupid.

but he thinks he’s earned something good by now.

even if it’s small. even if it’s soft.

even if it’s just someone who looks at him like he’s not a shadow in someone else’s story.

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“please, please, please —

let me get what i want.

lord knows it would be the first time.”

— please, please, please let me get what i want (the dream academy)

(~275w)

hate the wubbywoobyification of wilson like that man matches houses freak to a dangerous degree

They're so foul for this