You'd be surprised what you can live with(out)

by dylan_with_three_exclamation_points

Summary:

Episode S02e06 Spin:
Cameron: I couldn't live with myself.
Wilson: You'd be surprised what you can live with.
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Episode S06e09 Ignorance Is Bliss:
Sidas: I don't think I could live without it.
House: You'd be surprised what you could live without.

 

Through out their lives, Wilson and House contemplate what they can tolerate.

Notes:

additional sources of inspiration:

House: He's combined two of his worst qualities. His love for me and his love for need.

plorpl (tumblr): House is abrasive idealism; Wilson is resigned realism. House is self-sabotage; Wilson is self-sacrifice.

housemdork (tumblr, discussing hilson dynamics): 1) they’ve never had sex, they’ve never kissed, they’ve never done anything, and when it crosses wilson’s mind it’s a paralyzing dark secret. house is fully (tragically) content with keeping the late night thoughts to himself.

(can't find source): House would be fine loving a man if it weren't Wilson, and Wilson would be fine loving House if he weren't a man.

I Saw The TV Glow: the idea of being closeted being a slow form of death, the body horror of being too deep in to come out

Chapter 1: Prologue

It storms the night of his first wedding. They crawl into bed, drunk and blissed out, young and happy.

He crawls into bed still in his suit, and thunder like sheet metal erupts outside. She makes the effort of changing into something, a sexy little thing she bought to surprise him.

White light floods the room as lightning flashes. The alcohol has made everything louder, and the storm outside feels surreal.

She climbs into the bed, his bride, his beautiful bride, his wife, and she asks him how she looks. He can barely get the words out.

He wants her. He wants her so badly it hurts, so much he could cry. His desire for her is carnal and consuming, and he kisses her like he needs it to survive.

He runs his hand along the inside of her thigh, and she sighs against him. Thunder claps again, and it vibrates through him.

Everything is hazy and numbed around the edges. He’s never been so sure about her. He’s never been so drunk around her. He’s never needed her the way he does right now. All of his worries and second thoughts around the marriage feel so laughable, so distant. This is exactly where he should be. This is exactly what he should be doing. 

It’s all so simple. He has a wife. One day they will have kids, maybe a dog or two. It is everything he should ever want. This is what will make him happy.

This is what is right. He can live with this.

Notes:

There will be two more planned chapters, both with a long word count. Will be experimenting with more non-traditional forms of story telling, messing with perspective and tenses. Hope you enjoy!
And again, this will not end with them getting together. We are in the trenches