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Aziraphale is drowning himself while Crowley tries to help through his infatuation, frustration, and confusion. Finally, the dam breaks.
“Crowley shakes his head a little, resetting himself, moving back from the intoxication of Aziraphale’s pulse.
When he meets Aziraphale’s eyes, it’s with purpose.
“Say it.”
Aziraphale blinks. “Say what?”
“Aziraphale.” Crowley has never pleaded before, but he does now. It goes straight to Aziraphale’s head, more than gin ever could.”
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‘House still seemed caught up in the previous events, so Wilson spoke up once more.
“Come on, let me help take it off your mind,” he offered suggestively. His left hand moved from his shoulder and instead cupped the side of his face, turning it to face him.’
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House has a bad day at work so Wilson decides to take care of him.
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10 Jan 2026
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An entirely reasonable amount of mistletoe, according to House.
An entirely unreasonable number of kisses, according to Wilson.He rubbed a hand over his face, then looked back up at the mistletoe like it personally betrayed him. “I don’t even know where you got that much mistletoe,” he muttered.
House’s mouth quirked. “I have resources.”Bookmarked by crowleys_pockets
08 Jan 2026
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08 Jan 2026
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House lays his gaze over Wilson, trying to get a proper eyeful before rationality takes over and forces him to slip back into his clinical trench coat. “Med school already knocking years off your life?”
“Just inches, actually,” Wilson says absently before his grin cracks again. “Not where they count, thank god.” House feels himself flush, clutching onto Wilson's quick wit in an attempt to stop searching for actual meaning in the words. His rich, sparkling brown eyes can't seem to decide whether to meet House's or to drag over his torso. “You look good.”
Following his mind's insufferable tangent, House fails to control his impulses, responding as soon as the words pop into his head. “Right back at you, kiddo.”
Or: House is in desperate need of a favor, one that he can easily cash in from an acquaintance that owes it to him.
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- Part 1 of The Perfect Role Model
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08 Jan 2026
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Wilson took a final drag of the cigarette and offered it to House, the smoke circling aimlessly between them in secret, tar-stained confession.
He looked up at House then, really looked, and wondered if his eyes were truly blue or if the city’s melancholy somehow reflected in them.
I know you, Wilson looked. I know you as well, House looked back.
To hell with dying, he thought.
New Jersey, 2006. House is drunk; Wilson answers the call.
He will never, ever regret picking up the receiver.
Not when it hurts so good.
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07 Jan 2026