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I love how as a fandom we all collectively agree house and wilson would still call each other by their last names even if they're in a relationship. Who the hell is Greg.
#house md#hilson#hatecrimes md#james wilson#gregory house#house can call wilson jimmy#as a treat#but hearing wilson calling him greg is just wrong#who's greg
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"You," House says, chewing on Wilson's sandwich and staring at Wilson like he's about to eat him next. "You are jealous of my patient."
"Jealous?" Wilson raises a brow. Where does this come from? It's an intriguing case, House has even met the patient. Sure, the guy is dying snd House can't figure out why, so House sat in his room - for an entire hour. "You're being ridiculous."
"Don't worry, I'm not Cameron, I won't marry a dying man," House continues. "Although he offered me a blowjob."
That bastard obviously waited until Wilson drank from his smoothie.
"What?" Wilson wheezes, choking on strawberries and bananas.
"See?" House nods like he's got all the proof he needed and takes Wilson's smoothie, emptying the bottle in one big gulp. "Of course he didn't say anything like that, he's intubated."
This is way more relieving than it should be. Wilson hates himself a little more. What kind of doctor is happy about that?
Luckily Wilson is still coughing and has to concentrate on breathing - so he chooses living, not answering.
"But I figured out what's wrong with him, so we might go on a date." Apparently House is on a mission to ruin Wilson's day.
"You aren't gay," he says weakly, ears burning a little. He would know that, wouldn’t he? But then again it's House. Who really knows?
House rolls his eyes. "You're so pedantic."
"You never liked guys," Wilson states the obvious.
House has the audacity to grin at him. "Wrong."
What? Wilson only manages a composition of indignant noises.
House is a bastard who doesn't take pity at his burbling. "I like guys the way you like guys, Jimmy."
Wilson glares at House - the people cafeteria must probably think he's having a hypertensive crisis.
"I've found the magazine," House announces proudly, actually waving a magazine which looks suspiciously like Butt at Wilson's face. It's probably one Wilson forgot to hide when House has been coming over (hiding things from House is as thrilling as it is annoying sometimes - and Wilson is awfully good at it).
"Not so loud," Wilson shushes him. He's a little scared. People may be listening.
"What?" House feigns mock surprise. "You aren't out at work?"
"Now I probably am, thanks to you," Wilson grumbles. He can already hear Cuddy calling him into her office, telling him all about acceptance.
House just shrugs - of course he doesn't care what other people think.
"So… you like guys?" Wilson whispers.
"I love dick," House almost yells. "And tits, too." Great, now people are staring. Wilson wants to hide under the table - or get a new job in another state. Only that House would find him there, too.
Wilson sighs. "You're not really wanting to do your patient, do you?"
"If you want to bang, you can just ask," House says so casually like he's talking about the weather -only that House never talks about the weather or mundane shit like that. "Pretty sure I am your type."
He is. In a way that nobody else can be. Not that Wilson ever intended for House to figure that out.
"Asshole with a cane?" Wilson grins.
"That's not a no," House tells him.
"It's not," Wilson agrees. House got a really pretty smile, he thinks.
#if you don't think house wouldn't out anybody publicly… have we watched the same show?#apologies to the patient for getting used as yet another plot device and now coming out device#house md#hilson#wilson x house#james wilson#gregory house#hatecrimes md
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“-can’t believe you’re cutting it so close to your flight and you just assumed I’d drop everything and drive you to the flight you booked three hours ago on a whim.” Wilson shook his head, gripping the steering wheel and merging to the carpool lane.
“I know, foolish of me to think you’d drive me to the airport at a moments notice. You really showed me what assuming does by not driving me.” House smirked.
They were on the off ramp when House started patting his pockets.
“I forgot my passport.”
“No way. You’re kidding.” Wilson whipped his head toward House with wide eyes.
“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’. Wilson could tell he wasn’t fucking around bc House’s eyes were shut, and knuckles white around the cane between his legs.
“House! It’s 5:30, your flight boards at 6:15, and we live 15 minutes from the airport!”
“Well drive faster, and suddenly we’ll be 10 minutes from the airport.”
“You’re not going to make it, House.”
“Shut up and get back on the highway. We’ll get back in 20 minutes, it’ll take me 5 minutes to get through security because it’s a Tuesday and I’ll be there with 10 minutes to spare.”
“You can’t run!”
“Ah no, but I can limp and get the attention of the kind airport staff on the fun little carts to drive me to my gate.” House winked.
Wilson huffed, running a hand through his hair as he wove back through the airport to the highway.
“Fine. If you miss your flight I’m not driving you back home, you can call a taxi. I’m supposed to be meeting someone for dinner and I’m not going to be any later than you’ve already made me.”
“Sure, Wilson. We’ll see.” His eyes flashed mischievously. “I won’t miss my flight, but if I did I bet you’d be there to drive me home. You’re like that. You love to be needed and I’ll be the neediest cripple in a 20 mile radius, and trapped in an airport.”
“Shut up, House. Get your house key out I’m not turning off the car when we get there. And haul ass, double your dose of Vicodin after, just get back in the car before I drive away.”
They both knew he wouldn’t.
The passport was on the coffee table where house had left it, and he was back in the car fast enough that he saw the surprised lift of Wilson’s eyebrows before he schooled them back into a put upon scowl.
“You’ve got me driving like a maniac for you, House.”
“Good. You were getting a little too buttoned up for my tastes, Jimmy. Thought you might be going soft on me.”
“Shut up.”
Wilson wove through lanes of traffic, zipped down the off ramp and threw the car into park outside the first airline door at the airport.
“Good luck.” He sighed, the squint of his eye and the twitch of his fingers on the wheel betraying just how stressed he was by proxy for House.
“See ya in a couple days. And untwist your panties, Wilson, I’ll make it with plenty of time.”
He took great joy in texting Wilson 7 minutes later that he’d made it through security, and a stupidly short amount of time after that that he’d be shuttled to his gate with “plenty of time to spare” (it was 6:10)
#definitely not written in the airport after this precise thing happened to me or anything#not edited lol#ficlet#text post#house md#house#hilson#james wilson#gregory house#my post#fic
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One Life For Another
(What if Amber had been the one to survive the bus crash instead of House? Snapshots of Wilson’s life after House. Wilson/Amber, eventual House/Wilson. Just read and you’ll understand.)
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“Where’s House?”
Amber asks, shortly after her eyes open. Wilson smooths back her hair, thinking she’s just confused, concussed.
“Shh, you were in a bus crash. You’ve been unconscious for nearly 24 hours. You’re going to be okay though.” He reassures her, kissing her forehead.
“Where’s House?” She repeats.
That’s how they find out House was in that crash too. He’d forgotten his wallet at the bar, so he’d been taken to Princeton General as a John Doe. That’s why Wilson only got the call about Amber.
When Wilson gets there, House only has a few hours left. The damage is too extensive. He’d need multiple organ transplants to save him, and he qualifies for none of them because of his addiction. Conceptually, Wilson knows that House would be unlikely to survive regardless.
Amber checks herself out of PPTH AMA, refusing not to be at her boyfriend's side. House is in and out of consciousness, the high doses of Morphine he’s being given make him drowsy.
It’s 3am when House wakes up for the last time. He’s surprisingly lucid, and Wilson knows what that means. He’s seen it time and time again in his patients. It’s like the universe grants them one last chance to say their goodbyes, to make their peace.
“Always knew I’d go first.” House’s voice is rough and quiet. Wilson has to lean in close to hear him.
“Me too, I didn’t think it would be quite so soon though.” Wilson laughs through his tears.
“On the contrary, I think I’ve lived longer than I was supposed to.” House says.
Wilson knows he’s talking about the infarction. He always knew House felt he should have died then, but Wilson always tried to reassure him that it obviously wasn’t his time, and besides, misanthropic bastards are supposed to live forever, aren’t they?
“Oh Greg.” Wilson is starting to shake as he fights the urge to break down.
“S’okay Jimmy.” He soothes.
“Cut throat bitch.” He addresses Amber now.
“Yeah House?” She’s wiping her own tears away, watching someone die is always hard, especially when it’s someone your loved one loves so much.
“Take care of Jimmy for me, okay?”
She finds she can only nod.
They all know it’s time. No one wants to say it, but they all know.
“I love you, Greg.” Wilson says, squeezing House’s hand and leaning close.
“Love you too, Jimmy. You’ve been the bestest friend a fucked up guy like could have asked for.”
Wilson can’t respond through the sobs. House’s eyes are glassy and unfocused. Wilson leans his face on House’s shoulder. His friend is dying.
“See ya, boy wonder.” The words are drawn out and slow, as House says them with his last breaths.
The monitors alarm as House flatlines. Amber rubs circles on Wilson’s back as he sobs loudly into his dead best friend's shoulder.
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Wilson gives the eulogy at House’s funeral. It's an open casket. House’s parents had his body dressed in a dark gray suit with a white shirt and a black tie. Wilson hates that they put House in a tie. House always hated ties. They should have put him in a blue shirt, not a white one. He always looked best in blue, it brought out his eyes. Not that you can see his eyes now.
He talks about how House was a healer, how many lives he’d saved that no one else could. How he cared about people, but only when no one was looking. How much he’ll miss, how much he misses him.
He sobs quietly as they lower the casket into the ground. He doesn’t want to make a scene, but if he’s leaning heavily on Foreman, no one says anything about it. Amber never lets go of his hand.
Blythe comes up to him and thanks him, “For being such a good friend to Greg.” He thanks her, tells her that her son was a very special man. He doesn’t know how to tell her that for everything he did for House, House did just as much for him.
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A year goes by.
Amber encourages James to talk about House. She knows how important that relationship was to him, and she never wants him to feel as though she’s forgotten. She doesn’t want him to think she expects him to forget.
They buy a house in the suburbs. It has three bedrooms, a large backyard, and a massive living room. It’s perfect for housing a baby grand piano. Despite the fact neither of them can play it, James keeps it.
He kept all of House’s instruments, they were all incredibly important to House and James couldn’t bear to see them go; there was so little that was truly important to House. But while the guitars get put away in cases and stored, James wants the piano displayed. After the movers had left, James just stared at it for a while. Eventually he said,
“He used to play for me when I’d ask. He was quite talented. It was… nice.” Before he went back to unpacking boxes.
Three months after they move into their home, they go out for a night on the town and James gets down on one knee. She says yes, but also says she won’t change her name. No way will she be the fourth Mrs. Wilson.
That night she wakes at 3:30am to an empty bed and the occasional sound of piano keys. She pulls on the shirt James discarded when they tumbled into bed before she creeps just far enough down the stairs to be able to hear him without being seen.
“I missed you a lot today. I asked Amber to marry me. She said yes, but she’s keeping her name. Thinks ‘Mrs. Wilson’ is cursed or something. I know you’d agree with her.”
There is the sound of piano keys being played randomly.
“It won’t be the same. Getting married without you there. I know it’s silly, I’ve done this three times before, but it’s a big day and I wish I could have my best friend by my side.”
Amber creeps back up the stairs. She’s happy James talks to House. She knows his therapist suggested it, and she’s glad to see he’s listening.
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Their wedding is small. They end up not doing wedding parties because James can’t bring himself to have anyone but House as his best man. Amber doesn’t mind. At the reception they light a candle “for those who couldn’t be with us” but it’s really just for House.
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Eighteen months after their wedding Wilson is standing in one of the PPTH delivery rooms.
“It’s a boy!” The doctor doing the delivery announces.
As Amber dozes that night, Wilson cradles the small bundle that is his son. He looks down at him with awe. The birth certificate sits next to him on the side table, signed by both him and Amber. It reads:
Michael Gregory Wilson-Volkais
He’d been worried about asking Amber to name their son after House. But she’d only smiled at him, and said she thought Gregory made a lovely middle name.
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“Dad, who’s that with you in all the pictures?”
Michael is ten, and they are flipping through a photo album Amber just completed. She insisted they include pictures from before they met, because she was in her mid thirties and he was in his early 40’s when they met, meaning they both had a hell of a lot of life before each other.
“That’s your Uncle Greg.” Wilson answers, as they all stare down at a collage of images of himself and Greg.
“But I thought you only had two brothers, Uncle David and Uncle Danny.” Michael says, confused.
“Greg wasn’t my brother. We met at a medical conference when I was 28, and after that he was my best friend.”
“If he’s your best friend, why haven’t I ever met him?” Michael questions.
Wilson lets out a deep sigh, putting his arm around his son.
“Because he died, Buddy. Before you were born.”
“Oh.” Michael hangs his head, clearly feeling bad. The boy was cursed with his father’s empathy.
“It’s okay. It’s nice to talk about him. Did you know you’re named after him? Your middle name ‘Gregory’ is after your Uncle Greg. Gregory was his full first name.” Wilson tells him.
Michael thinks that’s pretty cool, and they move on to other pictures in the album. That night however, Wilson sits down with a glass of scotch and the album. He sips his drink and reminisces about the moment each picture captures, and all ones that weren’t captured on film.
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At sixty-five Wilson lies in a hospital bed. His wife of twenty-three years is on one side of him, and his twenty-one year old son is on the other. Dying of cancer isn’t how he pictured his life ending, but having family around him makes it somewhat bearable, or maybe that’s the morphine.
He hates to leave his son so early, but that’s the danger of having kids later in life he supposes. Michael is only in his last year of his undergraduate degree - premed. He wants to be an oncologist like his old man. Wilson wonders if watching him die of cancer will change his mind.
He’s said his goodbyes, and slowly light and sound fades away. Strangely, or maybe not, his last thought is not of his wife or son, but of Greg House.
See you soon, old friend.
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“Wasn’t expecting to see you for another twenty years at least.”
He recognizes that voice. As he slowly opens his eyes he realizes he recognizes his surroundings too. It’s a forest in upstate New York. He and House used to go backpacking here. They’d spend weekends camped out, cooking everything over their campfire and sleeping side by side in sleeping bags in a two person tent.
He finds the source of the voice seated on a tree stump, and there he is.
“House.” Is the only word he manages.
“In the flesh. Well not really, but you know what I mean.” House smiles and laughs.
He looks like he did the night they met, dark hair and unshaven face. Jeans and a band t-shirt under a leather jacket. Wilson looks down at himself and realizes he’s similarly dressed, his own jeans and McGil sweatshirt. He touches his face and realizes he’s also back to the age he was that night.
“I missed you.” He tells House. It’s true. He didn’t realize how much until right now.
“Come on Jimmy, walk with me.”
House takes him down a narrow path that leads them to a small lake. Wilson remembers it from their camping trips. The only difference is now there is a small cottage next to it.
“So, what have you been up to?” House asks. Like they aren’t dead, like this isn’t some strange afterlife they find themselves occupying.
“Not much. Married Amber. Had a son. Named him Michael Gregory, after you.”
They stare at each other for a moment before bursting out into stomach aching laughter. After they finally stop they wrap their arms around each other in a tight hug. They never hugged much when they were alive, but now it feels right.
“What got you?” House asks softly in his ear.
“Cancer.” Wilson tells him.
“Wow. That’s… ironic.” House says as they pull away.
“Yeah. Yeah it is.”
They make their way into the cottage. House will give him a tour of it, and when the sun begins to set in their version of heaven they’ll lay down together in one bed without question.
In life they never seemed to get things right, and then their time together was cut short.
In death they’ll get it right.
#apparently we are doing sad angst today guys#i promise I’ll give you something happy tomorrow#house md#james wilson#hate crimes md#greg house#hilson#dr house#dr wilson#wilson x house#house/wilson#amber volakis#wilson/amber#house md fanfiction#hilson fanfic#amber/wilson fanfic
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Flirtatious Feelings Part 2
Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?
Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.
Gif is not mine. I found it on Google. If it is yours and you do not want me to use it please tell me, and I'll take it down!
Part 1
Your Pov
"Should we make this interesting?" I asked as we set up the pool table. He paused and looked up at me.
"How so?" I smirked at his cautiousness.
"Mmm...winner gets a prize?"
"Yeah...ok." He chuckled softly.
We had finished playing pool (I won) and left the bar. James was walking me to my apartment and we stopped just outside my door. I was about to go in when I stopped to turn and look at him.
"I forgot about my prize!" I feigned a gasp.
"Right! Let's say....twenty bucks?" He started to pull out his wallet, but I shook my head and laughed.
"Or...we could do this?" I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him gently enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. After a few heavenly seconds I pulled back, he seemed to linger in the air, eyes closed. I smiled. "Thanks for the date." I said before entering my apartment and closing the door behind me. My back hit the door before I turned to peer out the keyhole. I laughed at the sight outside of the door. James was doing a goofy but cute victory dance. I opened the door and just watched as I leaned on the doorway. He suddenly turned and saw me.
"Can we forget you just saw that?" He blushed as he stopped dancing. I laughed.
"Nope." I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before going back inside. "Goodnight, Jimmy!" I called to him.
"I regret nothing!" He shouted through the door, I could only imagine how crazy he must've seemed to the neighbors as I laughed to myself at the man's antics.
Wilson's Pov
I sat in my office thinking about last night when House barged in.
"How was your date?" I frowned at him in confusion.
"How did you-"
"Oh, cut the crap. A little birdy told me. Besides, you are way too happy for seven in the morning." I rolled my eyes at him. "So, did you score? Is that hot bod just as sexy naked as it is clothed?"
"That is none of your business." I said apparently a little too defensively.
"So that's a no. What did little Wilson not feel up to it? Doesn't work like he used to? Or did she finally snap to her senses and realize you're not her type?" I scoffed and walked over to him.
"I'll have you know my-" I quickly cut myself off as I saw her walking towards my office.
"Your what? Your penis?"
"Who's penis?" I felt my face heat up, and I could only imagine how red I must've been. I tried to say something anything, but House beat me to it.
"Wilson's." She looked between the two of us before quickly hiding her shock.
"Right...anyways..." She averted her eyes and slightly blushed at the situation.
"I'll be going now. You know how it is. Patients to ignore and people to hide from." He finally left but not before turning at the doorway and giving me an over exaggerated wink and thumbs up. I rolled my eyes. In moments like these, I wish he would drop dead...or that I would. Either or.
Your Pov
Upon hearing what House said, I felt my cheeks burn up, and I looked to the ground. Thankfully, he left soon enough. I was still concentrating on my shoes when James spoke up.
"You'll have to e-excuse him. He's insane." The corner of my mouth twitched up in amusement. "When he said- he meant-" I looked up to find him struggling to find the words, but I quickly cut him off.
"It’s ok. We don't have to talk about 'it' Dr. Wilson." I said, referring to the previous conversation I had walked in on. I smiled slightly at him, trying to ease the tension, but his face fell. "Maybe we should get to work?"
"Yes! Of course." He said quickly composing himself.
Wilson's Pov
After a long morning it was finally lunch. I ate in silence waiting for House to inevitably join me. After all how could he possibly make the day worse?
He eventually came and sat down across from me. We continued to sit in silence until he made a move for my sandwich, but I quickly moved it out of his reach and continued to eat.
"What? You're mad?" He asked as if it was absurd to be upset with him. I ignored him. "The silent treatment? Really? What are you, a woman?" I rolled my eyes at his sexist comment.
"You don't get it, do you? I really like her, and all you do is embarrass me." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "No! I'm serious! You know what she called me after you left? 'Dr. Wilson'." He let out an over exaggerated gasp.
"Noo! She called you your name! What a bitch!" I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.
"Yesterday she was calling me Jimmy and kissing me. Today, nothing!"
"And you blame me?"
"Yes!" I shouted a little too loud as I threw down my sandwich. Everyone in the cafeteria looked towards our table. He scoffed and was about to protest when someone sat next to me. I looked to my right to see her.
"Hey, sweetheart!" She leaned over to kiss my cheek. I was stunned.
"I'll leave you two to talk. See ya Jimmy!" House said as he took off with the remainder of my lunch. I swallowed as I gained the courage to turn and face her.
"'Sweetheart'?" I asked hesitantly. She paled.
"Yeah...if-if that's ok, of course." I nodded.
"It-it's great! I'm just...a little confused..." She quirked a brow. "I mean, this morning, it was all, 'Dr. Wilson' this and 'Dr. Wilson' that...I-I thought that that meant last night was a-a fling...of sorts." I stammered as a look of understanding came over her.
"No!" She said quickly. "I mean no, I don't want it to have just been a fling." She took a deep breath. "I really like you it's just this morning we were working, and I guess I thought it best to remain professional? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, James." My face flushed as I realized my assumption was wrong.
"No, it's ok! I uh... I should've figured that out." I looked down at my lap trying to avoid her gaze, but she took my chin in her hand and made me look at her.
"That's alright. I probably should've clarified earlier, especially since it was just the two of us, and this is so...new." I relaxed under her touch.
"Maybe we could talk it over? Tonight? If that's not too soon..." I hastily added trying not to seem desperate.
"I can't. I have plans." I frowned a little at the rejection. "But I'm free tomorrow." I grinned.
"Perfect! After work?" I asked. She leaned in and pecked my lips.
"Of course." Her hand dropped to the table. "I saw House take your lunch..." I grimaced a little at the reminder. "Do you want to share mine?"
Your Pov
I lay in bed, staring at the man across from me. He was sleeping so peacefully.
"Honey, you're staring." He murmured, his eyes still closed. I rolled my eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled and put my hand on his cheek.
"The first week we met." He laughed lightly.
"That's not good. I was a total dork. I still can't believe you went out with me." I chuckled and patted his cheek.
"Don't worry, Jimmy. You're still a goofy dork." He rolled his eyes at my response.
"Gee thanks."
"Do you remember that conversation I walked in on? My second day?" He nodded. "Well, now that we're married...I can personally vouch that there is nothing 'wrong' with your penis." His face turned red, and I kissed his nose.
"You-you heard that conversation?"
"House told me soon after, but I didn't want to embarrass the hot guy I had just met, so I kept it to myself." He shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm gonna kill him." I laughed as he blushed furiously.
#dr wilson x reader#dr wilson x you#james wilson x reader#james wilson x y/n#james wilson x you#fanfic#fanfiction#james wilson#james wilson fanfiction#house md#house md fanfiction#rsl#robert sean leonard
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I feel like I can imagine the kids in The Baby Ducks AU getting into some trouble with Wilson and the confrontation just ends like this:
"Go to your rooms!"
"You never send DAD to his room when HE'S in trouble!"
"Your dad doesn't like leaving his room. If he's in trouble I call your aunt or tell him to go outside and talk to human beings."
(House reacting provocatively in the background)
You are 100000% right, anon😂😭 I'm grinning imagining it, I can hear Wilson saying it so clearly! This makes me laugh so much every time I read it.
Also, I totally think Baby Ducks Chase & Thirteen are the kind of siblings who find a way to talk to each other when they're sent to their own separate rooms. Whether it's through vents, or morse code and tapping on the wall 😂 Wilson hears the sound of tapping/knocking above his head while standing in the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow and then calls out, " are you trying to TALK to each other?" The tapping immediately stops. Only to slowly but surely start up again about ten or fifteen minutes later, quieter this time, but still audible if Wilson strains his ears. It would be just like this quote from the office:
Wilson from downstairs: Stop it!
Chase (probably twelveish?): ...Stop what?
Wilson: You're using Morse code to talk to each other because I sent you to your rooms.
Thirteen (age ten or eleven): Yeah, Jimmy, that's what we're doing. With our very limited free time and internet access. We went to the library and checked out books on a super old form of communication just so we could talk to each other when we get in trouble.
[cut to Chase and Thirteen each sitting on the floor in their rooms; they're on opposite sides of the same wall]
Chase, tapping in morse code: That's exactly what we did.
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So we all know the Dr’s first names are weird to apply to them, some more then others, but what do you think their friends and family called them before they were stuck in Last Name Only world?
ie: Gregory or Greg or Greggy, etc
(Somehow Chase is the worst because Chase IS a first name and it fits him better then Robert or Robbie or any variation on Bob. Cameron is a close 2nd, do you think she goes by Allie?)
((One of the Dr’s has a buck wild nickname from their childhood/teen years and will never reveal it thru pain of death to any of their coworkers. I bet Wilson was called something fun in Montreal when he went to McGill))
I think House was definitely called Greg by his family in friends and out of everyone's last names it definitely fits him the most. Stacy also called him Greg from what I remember, I think it's hilarious that Wilson only ever calls him house. Speaking of Wilson, his name is interesting because it also one of the ones that double as an actual name. I think he preferred to go by Wilson even in his childhood because it worked as a name anyway or people called him Jimmie. Foreman definitely was just. Eric. There's not really a nickname there I don't think and Eric kind of fits him? Cameron probably went by Allie, I agree with you on that one. Robert is the worst name for Chase ever, but his family probably called him Robbie or smth. Cuddy is the only person I can imagine still using her actual name in present day because Lisa just fits her imo.
#thanks for the ask! sorry if i missed anyone ashkjddhf#house md#james wilson#gregory house#robert chase#allison cameron#eric foreman#lisa cuddy#house blogging#sam answers
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✨How are they different when they regress?
and
❤️Who knows about their regression?
for Chase or House (or both)
(yeah it's me again i just really loved your other answer 😅)
Double-whammy! It’s both!
(Plus MORE general headcanons! I’ve only known regressor!House for a few hours but I love him)
House (caregiver: Wilson):
✨ Greg is…quiet. Practically nonverbal. If he wants Wilson’s attention, he’ll often just walk to wherever he is and stare at him until he notices (and likely freaks out because Greg can be very silent). That or he’ll gesture to what he wants. When he’s older (around 10), he’ll speak up more, but mainly for casual conversation. He’s detached from his usual grumpiness and quick wit. (In fact, him playing with his monster truck is when the house is loudest.)
(Impure regression mentioned!!) He’s, for lack of a more encompassing word, a crybaby. He didn’t used to be by any means, especially since he was usually hit with the very negative, terrified parts of regression and was scared of being bad. But Wilson convinced him he wouldn’t get mad or reprimand for something like basic human emotions. Since then, Greg has cried a lot. He has a lot of trouble understanding why his leg always hurts, which has caused a few tantrums. They’re still quiet sobs, but he allows Wilson to help him through it now.
He’s also interested in space, and is content watching a TV documentary about the universe silently with wide curious eyes for hours until it’s time to eat or bedtime.
Praise isn’t needed, but some every once in a while wouldn’t be so bad. He’s not allowed to use the stove or cook much when little, but will still help Wilson any way he can by passing ingredients to him or setting the table to be helpful. It’s like what he did with his mother - it’s nice. (Wilson makes very simple dishes, because he can not cook, but Greg still eats what he makes happily.) Wilson once, very tenderly, called him “sweet boy” and Greg was elated. He’s never been called that. He fell asleep on Jimmy’s lap that night.
He’ll only call Wilson “Jimmy” when little (in fact, it’s the only thing he calls him). Any other time, he mocks the use of the nickname (Wilson naturally retaliates that it can’t be that bad if House calls him that all the time). Alternatively, Wilson will only call him “honey” when he’s regressed.
Chase (caregiver: House):
✨ He requires praise for anything, or he’ll get it into his head that he’s as loved as a wet rag. In fact, he’ll sit down and intently watch House cook, prepared for if his “dada” needs any ingredients. He took out the entire spice rack once in preparation, which exasperated House (but he still thanked him).
He’s very bouncy and energetic. He’ll bounce across the walls no matter what House does, but bribery for candy or even, like, a dollar can keep him still for an hour, tops. (“I’ll give you the dollar after you watch that cartoon dog show for thirty minutes.” “But that’s not fair!” “Capitalism isn’t fair, kid.”)
Cameron is his babysitter. She is a little awkward with him, but she does good nonetheless.
He will hold House’s hand at any given opportunity. He’ll also hug him for five minutes minimum until he’s satisfied.
His thumb is always wrinkly and his sleeves are always wet because he chews on them daily for no particular reason. His arms also have bite marks, which House has tried to redirect with pacifier clips and chewelry.
He’s not too different from his grown-up self. He’s filled with a lot more childlike wonder, but that’s as far as it gets.
❤️ Wilson knows House regresses, obviously. Cuddy also has her well-founded suspicions from multiple situations.
❤️ House and Cameron know (Wilson might, but no one’s asked him). Thirteen also knows, but no one knows that she knows, you know? She doesn’t really do much either way, but has treated Chase a little more gently when he seems younger.
(I am so sorry It’s so looong! I had a lot of thoughts! I hope you understand all of this because I wrote it out in chunks, sort of 😅) (also I know more about our titular character than Chase so he’s the focus, sorry)
#House md agere#Little!House#Little!Chase#ask games!#agere ask game#agere headcanons#sfw age dreamer#sfw age regressor#Thank you for the asks again! These are very fun!#Sorry if it’s a little too much to read through and process I got excited
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Since the House M.D. fandom on Tumblr is getting bigger, I though I'd share with you the fact that all I took six years to finish watching the show, and I started well after it finished airing. Why did I take so long, you ask? Here's why.
I started watching House M.D. suring my second year in high school (in my country high school is five years, btw). When I was a kid my parents watched the show, I only caught bits of it and I didn't like it because I didn't understand it. When I was 15-16, out of nowhere if not pure curiosity, I decided to give the show a shot. I became obsessed with it.
I spent entire afternoons watching it. I was a straight A student, as americans say, I was "a pleasure to have in class" and then I started skipping P.E. to watch House on my phone in the locker room. I forced my best friend to skip the lessons with me (they did it gladly). My classmates skipped P.E. to smoke outside of the gym, I jumped up and down in the locker room to find signal so the episodes would load. I still remember making my best friend watch Euphoria part I and II whole others played volleyball. It did not end there.
I remember being at the house of an old friend studying chemistry and biology (which, ironically, I've always sucked at): it was me, my best friend and a couple of other gals. These girls were trying to understand science homework while me and my best friend were giggling because I spent all the time writing "Gregory House" with hearts around his name or lines from the show on the margins of the science textbooks. And, since I have a heavy hand with pencils and pens, I was never able to lend my science textbook to anyone ever (especially the teacher, who sometimes asked for our textbooks) because I had love notes for a fictional doctor written all over it.
I started referring to myself as House and my best friend as Wilson, and to this day on my phone my best friend is saved (amongst other nicknames) as "Jimmy" and I, on their phone, as something like "untrustworthy limp" (I started watching the show in my native language, not English, and in Italian at some point Wilson calls House "zoppo malfidato"), which, by the way, proved to be incredibly accurate because in a few years I would have started having problems with my left ankle, which would have led me to limp a lot and use crutches.
Therefore the question arises spontaneously: why did I take so long finishing the show? Well, as you can clearly understand, I really liked House's and Wilson's friendship, it meant a lot to me (and later on I would have understood, as an aromantic, it was the qpr I aspired to have).
We all know what happens at the end of season 4. I cried like a baby and all that, it took a couple of days, but I started season 5.
But then, in season 5, House and Wilson weren't magically friends again (who would have thought?). And my poor little heart, simply couldn't bear that. Suddenly I was taking P.E. again, and my best friend was asking about House and I said "I need time to elaborate". And then I didn't, for six years.
"Hey, don't they make up in the fourth episode of the season?" Yes, they do. Do you want to know at which episode of the fifith season I stopped watching because I couldn't bear to see them not being friends? The first. Fucking. Episode. I watched one episode of the fifth season that ended with Wilson saying "We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure we ever were" and said "Nope, I can't, MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS" and as a matter of a fact it didn't take it. I saw them not being friends for ONE episode for something that was ENTIRELY justifiable and I had to take a moment for six years.
"Then how did you decide to watch the rest of it one day?" well, well, well, let's jump six years forwards, no longer than last year. Last year was the worst year of my life and I doubt this will ever change, it was the first year of university and truly a year I wish I could forget. I started doing things I regret, my life was a mess, I skipped an exam, my mother was angry with me, one night I am crying in fetal position in my shower (I am not taking a shower, I am in my pijama just lying in the shower) and I think "it doesn't get worse than this". I have my phone with me, I open Tumblr to try and think of something else instead of crying and I see, unprompted (I didn't look for it), an House M.D. post.
I had tried to go on Tumblr to look for content on the show 6 years before, I hadn't found a lot. I remember I never finished watching the show. Again, my life sucks, I am thinking very bad things, I am emotionally fucked, I think I'll have to jump from a window by the way things are going. I tell myself (I very vividly remember why I stopped watching House) "it can't hurt more than what I am already going through". I start watching from the second episode of the fifth season, I remembered everything about the show.
I find out if I had powered through two more episodes at time, House and Wilson would have been friends again. I finish the show in less than a month (and the night I watch the finale I make four minutes audios to my best friend at 3 in the morning in which I bawl my eyes out and say very incoherent sad things).
And this, kids, is how I met your mother took six years to watch all House M.D. It just took me to be at the lowest point of my life but oh well if that's the price to pay.
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The House will vote on Tuesday on a resolution introduced on Monday by House Republicans rejecting claims that Israel is racist or an apartheid state, condemning antisemitism and declaring support for Israel.
While the text of the legislation itself does not mention Rep. Pramila Jayapal (D-WA) by name, the brief, eight-line resolution comes in response to comments over the weekend by the congresswoman describing Israel as a “racist state.”
The resolution was introduced by Reps. August Pfluger (R-TX), alongside the two Jewish Republicans in the House, Reps. David Kustoff (R-TN) and Max Miller (R-OH). House Republican leadership fast-tracked the legislation to a vote on Tuesday, ahead of Israeli President Isaac Herzog’s speech to a joint session of Congress on Wednesday.
In statements on the legislation, its sponsors specifically called out Jayapal and other Democrats critical of Israel.
“Representatives Pramila Jayapal, Rashida Tlaib, and Ilhan Omar’s repeated comments denigrating Israel are unacceptable and disgusting,” Pfluger said in a statement. “I am proud to introduce this resolution ensuring all Americans know where their Representatives stand when it comes to supporting Israel and our Jewish communities.”
Kustoff called Jayapal’s comments “repulsive and repugnant” with “no place in the hall of Congress, nor in our national conversation.”
Miller, who sponsored the legislation earlier this year that expelled Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-MN) from the House Foreign Affairs Committee, said that “Congresswoman Jayapal can try to take back her comments, but her intent was crystal clear—and absolutely deplorable… There is no place for this type of rhetoric in the House.”
House Majority Leader Steve Scalise said the legislation comes “in light of the recent rise in anti-Semitic rhetoric we’ve seen from leading figures in the Democrat Party,” without referencing Jayapal, and noted that he’s “proud to schedule this bill ahead of Israeli President Isaac Herzog’s visit.”
The resolution is expected to receive wide bipartisan support. Democratic leaders in the House quickly distanced themselves from Jayapal’s comment. On Monday, 43 House Democrats joined a statement led by pro-Israel Jewish Democrats disavowing Jayapal’s comments and declaring support for Israel.
Signatories to that statement include nine members of the Congressional Progressive Caucus, which Jayapal leads: Sheila Cherfilus-McCormick (D-FL), Frederica Wilson (D-FL), Darren Soto (D-FL), Dan Goldman (D-NY), Jimmy Panetta (D-CA), Juan Vargas (D-CA), Mike Levin (D-CA), Brad Sherman (D-CA) and Grace Napolitano (D-CA). Additional progressive lawmakers have also distanced themselves from Jayapal’s remarks.
At the same time, some on the left have dismissed the legislation.
“This is not a pro-Israel resolution. It’s a cynical ploy so that Republicans can continue to waive their arms and yell about Israel and antisemitism while not doing anything to make life better for Israelis, much less even acknowledging that Palestinians exist,” Americans for Peace Now CEO Hadar Susskind said in a tweet. “It’s garbage.”
J Street, which endorsed Jayapal, did not respond to a request for comment on how or whether it was advising members to vote on the resolution.
On Monday, Jayapal tweeted out excerpts from a New York Times op-ed by columnist Michelle Goldberg that derided the backlash to her initial comments as a “hysterical overreaction.”
“The rush to condemn her offhand remarks is […] about raising the political price of speaking about Israel forthrightly. […],” the excerpt that Jayapal tweeted read. “It’s easier for Israel’s most stalwart boosters to harp on a critic’s slight misstatement.”
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BEX! BEX! BEX!
What's your favorite underrated-ish horror movie/s that no one seems to talk about?? I'm so curious. Feel free to really lay it on me!
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Oooh! Okay! I got a few! I have made mention of them before, but fuck it!
So the first one is Dead And Breakfast (2006).
I have a discord server with some close friends and moots, we have a movie night every Wednesday and we watched it last night. Dead And Breakfast is horror pesudo-musical comedy about a group of friends who get lost on their way to a wedding, they stop in the small town of Love Lock and the B&B they stay in has a murder happen in the middle of the night, now stuck in the town and unable to leave due to the murder investigation, shit gets truly wild when zombies enter the fold. The movie is cheesey, schlockey, ridiculous, and so fun! It has a cowbody narrator who pops in and out to sing about what is going on. (The zombie horde also gets a dance sequence too.) Also Jeffery Dean Morgan is in this flick.
The next is Club Dread (2004).
It is a horror comedy done but the same guys who did Super Troopers! It is about a party island resort, ran by Coconut Pete (Bill Paxton) who is basically supposed to be Jimmy Buffet but not, murders start to happen but only to the staff, who are encouraged to continue to do their job, and hide the murders from the guests or the killer will turn on them next! The staff has to scramble to stay alive, solve the murders and prevent any people staying at the resort from meeting a grisly end. It is also, very cheesy and funny, can you tell I have a type yet?
I have mentioned it before but more people need to see it. The Perfect Host. (2011.)
John Taylor just robbed a bank and has to lay low from the cops, he sweet talks his way into the home of Warwick Wilson (David Hyde Pierce) who is going to be hosting a dinner party that night, John quickly learns he picked the wrong house and the wrong guy to try and pull a fast one on. It is a horror kinda thriller, David is clearly having a ball in this role and everyone I have shown it to was shocked by how enjoyable it was and that the twists at the end, a big recc.
And I dunno if we could call it underrated but fuck it, one of my all time faves. Planet Terror (2007.)
This movie was a formative experience for me. Seeing Cherry Darling in the opening scene, played by Rose McGowan, made me realize I was bisexual. This movie is meant to be a big homage to grindhouse movies, this is part of a double feature, the second part of which is Death Proof, done by Tarantino, Planet Terror is done by Robert Rodriguez who is one of my fave directors ever. This movie is a lot, very gory, very fun, and made with a ton of skill. A sort of zombie film but not really at the same time, has a big cast and a ton of wild moments, I could watch this movie at any time.
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Here’s day 7 of Housevember22!
Fandom: House MD
Pairings: Gregory House x James Wilson
Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson, James Wilson’s parents.
November 7th: Medicated.
Wilson jumped as the door to his office swung open. He wasn’t surprised when House limped through the door and kicked it shut behind him.
”Come in House,” he muttered sarcastically, “please don’t feel the need to knock or anything.”
”Why are you no longer talking to your parents?” House asked. Wilson’s head snapped up to look at him.
”How did you know I’m not talking to them?” He retorted.
”Your mother called me, she said you’re not answering her calls and that you’ve blocked your dad’s phone number,” House replied.
”What did she want?” Wilson questioned.
”Your dad has been in a car accident, she said that they don’t know if he’s going to make it,” House told him.
“Well tell her to let me know if he makes it or not,” Wilson said. House raised an eyebrow at this.
”Well now I’m really curious, you used to talk to your mom at least twice a week and now you don’t even want to go and see your dad who could be dying,” House said, “what’s going on Jimmy?”
”Don’t call me that House,” Wilson muttered.
”And now you don’t even like the nickname your parents call you, interesting,” House mused.
”It’s not interesting, we had an argument and I don’t really want to talk about it,” House looked at him, considering probing further but decided against it.
”So you’re not going to go a visit them?” House asked.
”Nope,” Wilson replied.
”Ok,” House said and opened the door, this confused Wilson, he’d never seen House give up so easily so he wasn’t surprised when he heard glass smash on the floor and the door shut quickly.
”Dammit House!” He yelled as he stood up and rushed to the door, he tried to open it but couldn’t, he turned around and spied the small broken bottle laying on the floor, “you’re an ass,” he called out and less then a second letter he fell to the floor.
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When he woke up he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, he looked around and spotted House in the driver’s seat.
”Good morning!” House called out cheerily.
”Piss off,” Wilson replied.
”Oh so you can drug me to go to my dad’s funeral but I can’t drug you to go see your potentially dying father?” House said, “seems like there are some double standards here.”
”I drugged you for your mother’s sake not just to meddle in your business,” Wilson argued.
”And I’m doing this for your sake, I know what you’re like, you’d never forgive yourself if your dad died and you weren’t there,” House countered. Wilson ignored him and stared out of the window, they pulled up to a traffic light and Wilson saw his opportunity, he undid his seat belt and grab the handle of the door, he pulled a couple of times but it remained shut and he sat back defeated.
”I hate you,” he muttered.
”I thought you might try to pull a stunt like that so I put the child-lock on the door,” House told him. Wilson thought for a minute before rolling down the window and putting his arm out of it. He’d almost got the handle on the outside of the car but stopped when he felt something sharp being stuck in his leg. He turned towards his friend and saw the syringe that House was holding.
”I really hate you,” he said.
”Sorry, couldn’t take any chances,” House replied as Wilson passed out again.
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“Gregory House, what have you done to my son?” Wilson started to open his eyes when he heard the familiar voice.
”let’s just say he’s a little bit- medicated,” House told her.
”I swear to God Gregory if you drugged my son,” she replied.
”Would I ever do that Mama Wilson?” House asked.
“I don’t even doubt it,” she said.
“Mom?” Wilson muttered, looking out the window and seeing her standing there.
”Jimmy, darling, are you alright?” She asked.
”Yeah,” he grunted.
”Good then why haven’t you been answering my phone calls Mister?” She questioned.
”You know why,” Wilson responded.
”Oh you had a little argument with your father Jimmy, I’d have thought you’d have gotten over it by now, it’s been nearly a month.”
”It wasn’t just a little argument Mom,” he argued, “and you took his side so you can’t start getting all high and mighty with me.”
”Because he’s my husband!” She said.
”And I’m your son!” He countered. Mama Wilson looked down at the ground when he said this before looking back up at him.
”But he was right James,” she said quietly.
”No he wasn’t,” Wilson replied softly, voice breaking, almost flinching when he heard his mother use his legal name instead of the nickname she had been using for years.
”Anyone going to fill me in on what’s going on?” House asked.
”He didn’t tell you?” Mama Wilson questioned.
”No,” Wilson replied, “now if you don’t mind we’re going to go to the hotel that I’m sure House has booked.”
”You know me so well,” House said, “but I am curious as to what’s happened.”
”Drive House,” Wilson commanded and House turned on the car.
”Bye Mama Wilson!” He called out.
”Bye Gregory!” She called back as he drove off.
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“So you going to tell me what that was about?” House asked as the two men walked into their hotel room.
”Nope,” Wilson replied, heading over to his bed and sitting down on the end of it. House stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him, studying his friend.
”It must have been a big argument for her to start calling you James,” House said.
”Just drop it House,” Wilson snapped.
”What was it about I wond-“
”I said drop it!” Wilson shouted, “this isn’t just one of your mysteries! This is my life House, this is between me and my parents! This isn’t something that you can use for your entertainment!” Wilson now had tears slowly falling down his face and he looked down at his hands.
“You told them you were gay,” House stated and Wilson looked up at him, a quizzical look on his face.
”How-“ he began to question.
”We’ve been best friends for years Wilson, I know you’re gay, no matter how many women you date or marry, they never work out because you’re a bit fruity,” House explained and Wilson chuckled lightly at his phrasing.
”And there I was thinking I was doing a good job of keeping it a secret from you,” Wilson said, “well from everyone really, I thought if I just kept hiding it it would go away but I’ve known since I was a teenager.”
”Why hide it? There’s nothing wrong with you wanting to bang dudes,” House said.
”Thats not what my parents think,” Wilson replied, “my dad told me I was a disgrace to the family and that he was disappointed in me.”
”And now he’s laying in a hospital bed, maybe there is a God,” House said causing Wilson to laugh.
”My Mom decided she’d rather have a homophobic husband than a gay son so she took his side,” Wilson told House, “it’s funny, I always thought of her as the understanding one, I knew my dad wasn’t keen on LGBT people, he never tried to hide that, but my mom was always kind, she used to let me do ballet with the neighbours daughter when my dad would tell me that boys shouldn’t dance.”
”Wait you used to do ballet?” House questioned.
”Really, I’m telling you about my family hating me and you’re focussed on me dancing?” Wilson responded.
”You’re right, sorry, continue,” House said.
”Thank you,” Wilson replied.
”But really? You did ballet and your parents still thought you were straight all this time?” House asked.
”You’re an ass,” Wilson told him, but he was smiling as he said this, “yes, my parents wouldn’t let me take classes but my neighbours daughter did and she would teach me in the front yard when we got home from school.”
”This is definitely some information that I’m storing away for later,” House commented.
”Just remember I have your Mom’s phone number, I can call her and get some dirt on you,” Wilson reminded him.
”Alright, fine, I won’t use it against you,” House assured him, “maybe,” he added. Wilson rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed. House came over and sat on the edge of his own bed, “you know, we could go and mess with your parents.”
”And how do you propose we do that?” Wilson asked.
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They found themselves at the local hospital less than an hour later, they were standing outside Wilson’s dad’s room, looking in and seeing his mom sitting with him.
”You ready?” House asked.
”No,” Wilson replied, “but let’s do this anyway,” the two men walked into the room and Wilson’s parents immediately looked up at them.
”What the hell are you doing here?” Wilson’s dad asked.
”I called them,” Mama Wilson replied.
”Why? I couldn’t care less if this fag was here or not,” Mr Wilson said.
”Dad,” Wilson said quietly.
”What? You’re not my son anymore James, unless you’ve come here to tell me that you’ve found a nice woman I don’t want you here,” Wilson tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes when he heard this.
”Actually, Mr and Mrs Wilson, we’ve come here to tell you that we are in love, we’re going to go to Vegas to elope, I’ve already got the Elvis impersonator ready for it,” House told them.
“We know when you’re lying to us Gregory,” Mama Wilson said.
”Does this seem like lying to you?” Wilson replied, turning around and grabbing House’s face, planting a kiss directly on his lips. The two men stood there making out when they heard Wilson’s dad speak up.
”Someone get these two homo’s out of my room!” He shouted. The two pulled apart, Wilson walked out of the room and House looked back to the other two in the room. He smiled at the looks on there faces, Mr Wilson looked mad and Mama Wilson seemed to be in a state of shock.
”Call me when he kicks the bucket Mrs Wilson,” House said, “I’d love to come and piss on his grave,” House turned around and limped after his best friend.
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“You alright?” House asked as he and Wilson walked back into their hotel room. Wilson didn’t reply, he just went over to the window and looked out of it, “Do you think we messed with your parents enough cos I could go back and get down on one knee or something?” House joked, hoping to cheer up his friend, he went to say something else but noticed the slight shake in the other man and the quiet sob he let out. He headed over to him and put a hand on his shoulder before turning Wilson to face him, “you don’t need them,” he said, “if they can’t accept you for you then they’re not worth it.”
”They disowned me House,” he said quietly, “no matter how they felt or what they said they’re still my parents and this still hurts,” House squeezed Wilson’s shoulder before pulling him in to a hug.
”I know, but you’re a good man, I mean you kind of have to be to put up with me,” House felt Wilson’s body shake slightly as he chuckled at this, “and hey if you want you can share my mom, I’m pretty sure she likes you better than me anyway,” Wilson let out a laugh before pulling back slightly to look at House. His friend smiled back at him and he found himself leaning forward slightly, “are we about to have a repeat of what happened at the hospital? Cos if so I should probably take a breath mint, you didn’t give me a chance last time,” House said.
”Shut up,” Wilson replied, placing a hand on the back of House’s neck and pulling him towards him. Their mouths met and the two of them shared a kiss, it was soft and slow, the sort that was hesitant as it was new but also full of familiarity. It felt as if they’d never done it before and done it hundreds of times all at once. It was full of comfort and longing and hope for the future and Wilson found himself melting into it as House brought a hand up to the back of his head, playing with the hair that sat there. They broke apart moments later, both panting slightly.
”Well that was fun,” House commented, “same time next week?”
“Are you unable to take anything seriously?” Wilson questioned.
“Not really,” he replied. Wilson rolled his eyes and turned towards the window again. House put an arm around the other man’s waist and planted a kiss on his temple. Wilson smiled up at him before laying his head on the taller man’s shoulder and they both stood there looking out at the sun that was beginning to set outside.
#house md#james wilson#greg house#gregory house#hilson#house x wilson#hate crimes md#hilson fanfiction#housevember22
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Imagine you're a guy hitting on that cute oncologist with his big brown eyes and you're asking him out, only to have some weird dude materialize behind you, call you a slur and bite his cane in two.
And the sweet Doctor Wilson you've been flirting with just giggles and gives you a half hearted apology and says, "House, I'm not gay anyway."
You leave, flabbergasted and a bit traumatized, but you swear you hear the guy with the cane whispering "Blowjobs can be platonic, Jimmy."
You decide to give Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital a one star rating on google- for Doctor Wilson's ass.
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5x19 the lives of others
lol fries
she looks
angel murdering this fellow
Oh no not a kneecap
you're missing on his bday!?
castle you are insane
spa trip not a guilt trip XD
I can't believe they are here sjdkfaksjldfhasdjh they are just here in his house & using his binoculars XD
*whispers*
voyeurism as in watching other ppl or as in watching this individual with the towel (or without the towel *raises eyebrows*)
K here's the scene:
MR opens the door to leave and she runs into Kevin Ryan & Javier Esposito.
MR: Oh! Katherine, your ride is here!
KB: Oh, great.
RC: Ride?
KB: Yeah. We had a body drop. I asked the boys to pick me up so I’d have enough time to make you breakfast.
She heads to grab her stuff and he wheels himself after her.
RC: I’m missing another case? No! C’mon! Take me with you!
KB: No! Not until you get better.
KR: Castle. How’s the knee?
RC: It’s not the knee so much as the boredom.
JE: I thought you writers liked being alone.
RC: Yeah, if I could write. But the painkillers make me a little loopy. Last night I used the word ‘speculate’ three times in the same sentence.
KR notices a pair of binoculars on the table. He picks them up.
KR: Hmm. You must be bored. You’ve actually gone Rear Window.
He trains the binoculars at the building across the street.
RC: Alexis got me those as a joke to cheer me up. I have not yet resorted to voyeurism.
KR: Then you are missing out. (he whistles)
JE: What? Let me see.
They wrestle for the binoculars.
KR: Hey, no!
JE: Give me those!
JE yanks them away.
KR: Dude, she was just about to take off her towel.
JE: Oh, the towel’s off.
KR: Yeah.
RC is amused.
KB: Unless the body you’re looking at is dead, I suggest you drop those binoculars. (JE: does) Okay, Castle – (she kisses her hand and presses it to his foot) - I will call you and check on you soon.
She leaves with KR and JE.
RC: Hey, what if I consult by phone? We could pretend I’m Charlie and you’re my angels.
KR and JE pause and strike a pose in the doorway, but they leave him alone anyway.
there are surely enough pics online that I do not need to take one of these making this pose
"you're making it up" magazine?
See? Ryan walked off to the side & rejoined em later with more info
just a headlight?
Huh. Sus.
Oh yeah ppl in the usa hate the irs. Remember that veggie tales episode where larry lets everyone in including a burglar & santa except he closes the door on the irs agent?
Oh no castle! Nooo (going to clip this)
Oh of course. Reporting threats is annoying bc of this?
Sammy keyes moments!
RC: Oh, to be young and underemployed.
no nonn onono no no the hat!
'slpaining
Castle loopy with the painkillers
Kate’s phone rings and she checks the ID.
KB: Hey, Castle.
RC: Where are you?
He’s bored. He’s playing with a magnifying glass.
KB: I’m … at work. Why?
RC: You said you were bringing home dinner.
KR& JE stop working. They’re more interested in KB's conversation.
KB: Yes, on my way home.
RC: So when are you leaving?
KB: Soon.
RC: When soon?
KB: Like in … half an hour?
RC: Fine.
He hangs up. KB looks at KR and JE.
KB: Shut up.
JE: shrugs.
Ohhhhh here's the thing Martha has binoculars! "action" when ready!
the soda from the fridge
Oh no the knife
castle maybe call 911 or smth?
Oooooh it falls down
100th episode!
fafjsdl;aksdjfksdhfdsfjkasdf
Ryan shrugs out at the window bc he knows castle is watching
They are actually great at Their "Jobs" here rn
Why are they On Top of the covers & wearing their clothes?
clipping that uwu
jimmy stewart
so THAT is det wilson
Ryan pretty af wow
Castle is SO me, talking out loud to himself
Castle snap a pic
Why does she have her phone OUT tho? At least it is on vibrate
This is where mom said she wanted to disappear & succeeded
lol he couldn't get thru to beckett so he called ryan
Good point, how do you know it is the same girl?
Blood looks way different, trust me I'm a chef & a self harmer
Beckett is not choosing the right things to say
See? This convo can be taken both ways!
Good a camera!
NOOOOO HE GOT NOTHING SJDFHJSDKFHSJDH
Alexis acting tho lol
she has a nice ring
ALEXIS WATCHING HIM TAKE OFF HIS CLOTHES LMAO
KR: Staring at the phone won’t make it ring. I learned that in junior high.
Tommy Valentino?
POPCORN
I practiced my lockpicking bc of this episode lol
his crutches lol
RC: Oh, no, no, no. If you get caught you get a B and E on your record and you’ll never become President.
Shark: You bet your ass. No one’s going to Al Capone me.
Ryan looking hecking season two vibes here with that face those lips that hair love it sm.
glad they have radios
Bleach & paint explains the mask & gloves
except he can't get OUT he needs to HIDE
radio silence hun radio silence
Taking the entire bag
double indemnity
lunch break
Why would he not shred that one?
nice push, dramatic
Castle making her do unscripted stuff lol
KB: You’re talking about an illegal search.
RC: When you do it it’s an illegal search. When I do it it’s just illegal.
too thin for a body
wig XD, mum guessed it
GATES SFDJKHSDJHFSJKDFH
Mould can be red
love gates sm
Soda soda soda I didn't notice it the first time
Happy birthday to me sdhfjksdhfjj
she SAID a drink from the fridge on purpose fhskjdfhsdkjfsdfjskdk
RC: I rescind the apology. I take it back. She’s in the fridge.
KB: Not as dangerous as me if you blow up my plans.
RC: (hesitates) Well what if he doesn’t let you in?
KB: Look at me. He’s gonna let me in.
Ooh the lights go out
RC: limps across the street. He has called for backup, and KR and JE are just getting there in their nice red car.
KR: Where is she?
RC: She’s upstairs! She’s in the apartment!
KR and JE run into the building. They’re followed by some uniformed officers. RC hobbles behind them.
RC: Wait for me!
KR and JE are at Michael’s door, guns drawn, before RC can get off the elevator. KR knocks on the door.
KR: NYPD! Open up!
JE: Open up now!
There’s no response and KR starts to shoulder the door.
RC: Kick it! Kick it!
JE: Yeah!
KR and JE kick in the door together and burst through. RC is right behind them.
RC: Beckett!
JE: Beckett!
KR: Beckett!
JE: Beckett you there?
KR: Beckett!
RC: Beckett, where are you?
The apartment is dark and still. There’s no response. Suddenly the lights come up. KB is standing front and center in their group of friends. She’s fine. It’s a surprise party. They all yell ‘surprise’ and clap.
KB: Happy birthday!
RC is confused. He watches as MICHAEL gives BRENT back his hat with a smile and a shrug. EMILY comes from the bedroom.
RC: It was all fake?
His low tone quiet. the guests, Martha, Alexis & Kate are worried now.
RC: Nothing was real. You – you let me think I was crazy? You let me think you were going to die.
She puts down the champagne she was going to hand him.
KB: But Castle, you were – you were so bored over the last couple of weeks stuck at home with no case to solve and I saw that this apartment was for rent and I just – I thought that – I –
MR: Richard …
RC: No. No. This is … (they all watch, afraid) … without a doubt … the greatest birthday gift of my life!
The group cheers in relief. KB sighs and gives MR a hug. She was really afraid he was mad. RC is still in shock and disbelief. KR and JE congratulate each other and AC just smiles.
RC: How did you do it?
KB: Well, I did have a lot of help.
She hugs MR again.
MR: Yes, you did indeed.
RC: You were all in on it?
MR: Mmhmm. (she points) Michael, Brent, Emily. My brilliant acting students. (the bow) I, of course, was the director.
RC: And the boys?
JE: Yep.
KR: nods.
KB: Oh, yeah. They were great. Except you didn’t have to kick down the door.
JE: I was in the moment.
KR: We wanted to be convincing.
JE: Yeah.
RC: Alexis, you too?
AC: (smiles) It’s why I bought you the binoculars.
RC: Even Captain Gates?
KR: Yeah. She jumped at the chance to dress you down for any reason.
KB makes a tiger gesture.
RC: Where is Captain Gates?
JE: She couldn’t make it.
RC: Good.
He can’t stop looking at Kate. KB just smiles, so happy that he’s happy.
RC: Wow.
He comes forward and she meets him in a kiss.
MICHAEL: All right!
The rest of the crowd claps and cheers. RC and KB don’t care; they’re in their own little world. RC laughs.
OH THE MUSIC
RC: (incredulously) You really blew my mind.
KB: Yeah well, I figured the trickiest part would be fooling you and keep a straight face.
RC: Well you win the Oscar for best pretend murder. I cannot believe the whole thing was staged.
She nods and laughs happily, then her smile drops.
KB: Staged?
RC: What?
KB: I think I just solved my case!
RC: Does that mean you’re going to go run off and arrest someone now?
KB: (smiles) No. (she takes the champagne form him) Right now I’ve got other plans.
She kisses him and holds up her glass in a toast.
KB: Happy birthday.
I like how she at least decides to wait until tomorrow to arrest the person
Did they not have a time of death?
except some of the episodes had multiple murders (or way more than just multiple) & some had none & you solved cases off-screen too, you have referenced at least one.
But yeah about 100 ish.
rolling her on his chair so romantic
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Daddy’s Boy
(House/Wilson, established relationship, takes place during the S2 episode of the same name.)
House comes out to his parents.
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It’s awkward, sitting across from his parents in the hospital cafeteria. It’s always like this, everyone picks at their food, ignoring the awkward silence. He wishes he could see his mother without having to see his father. Unlike him, she genuinely loves him. He knows that. She’s a victim of John House just as much as he is.
He used to get in fights at school, as young as seven. He’s always rubbed people the wrong way. His father would scream and put him in an ice bath, or make him sleep outside. He gave up trying to explain or justify his actions early on, even though he often didn’t understand why the other kids hated him so. Why they got so mad. All he did was point out things that were true. He’s learned since why that upsets people, but as a child he didn’t. His father never explained it to him, only yelled and accused him of playing stupid.
Things were better when his father was deployed, when it was just him and his mom. The fights still happened, but instead of punishments and screaming she’d lay in his bed with him, rub his back. He’d lament that he didn’t know what he did wrong to make the other kids so angry.
“I know.” She’d say, “It’s okay, Greg. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
He picks at the last bit of bread from his ruben as his mother recounts her last book club meeting. She’s just filling the air, trying to avoid having him and his father talk. He appreciates it, but a conversation with his father is unavoidable.
“So besides work what have you been up too?” His father asks.
“Oh not much.” He responds without looking up.
“That’s what you always say, ‘not much.’” John House scoffs.
“Bought a new motorcycle.” He says not looking up.
He can hear the disapproval in his father’s next breath. He never approved of motorcycles, even when House was able-bodied. He’s sure he finds a cripple with a motorcycle to be something of an oxymoron. House sort of agrees, he knows it’s ridiculous, but he liked motorcycles. He always has. There isn’t a whole lot he enjoys that he can still do these days.
“You know what your problem is?”
Here we go.
“Changing gears?” House quips.
“John.”
House’s father’s attention is turned from his son to his wife, who is looking at him with pleading eyes. John pulls a series of faces, but does as Blythe wishes and shuts the fuck up. At least for the moment.
“It was so nice of Wilson to set this up. He’s such a good friend too you.” Blythe says. She glosses over the fact that she only had to go through Wilson because House dodges their calls.
“Yeah. He is.”
See the thing is, his parents don’t know about him and Wilson. To be fair, he and Wilson were just friends for the first twelve years. It’s only the last year that they’ve been dating. And of course, Wilson is unendingly empathetic and patient, and he knows that House’s red-blooded, all-American, military man of a father is unlikely to take kindly to finding out his son is bisexual and in a relationship with a man. Even in all of Wilson’s pestering to stop dodging Blythe’s calls and actually see his parents, never once did he bring up telling them about their relationship.
A part of him wants too, actually. They’ve already come out at work, and to Wilson’s family. Wilson’s father didn’t say much, but House had learned over the years that Joseph Wilson was a man of few words, much happier to let his wife Rebecca do most of the talking. Rebecca Wilson, born and raised in New York City, was happy to do all the talking. When he and Jimmy had gone to the Wilson’s for Shabbat, Jimmy had, in the middle of dinner told them he had an announcement. Then Jimmy took his hand, and told his parents they were dating.
Rebecca had been out of her seat so fast, pressing kisses to Jimmy’s cheeks and then his, which truly made his skin crawl but he’d allowed it for Jimmy’s sake. She told them she thought it was so wonderful, and she wished them all the happiness in the world. Later, when they were putting on their coats to drive back to New Jersey, Rebecca had taken her son in her arms.
“Bubbeleh, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel you had to be something you’re not. I want you to be happy. That looks different for you than for your big brother and that’s okay. After all these years, I know no one can make you as happy as Greg.”
It was sweet, but House knew had no hope of such a positive reaction from his parents, especially from John. He pushes more food around on his plate, as they’ve once again lapsed into awkward silence.
“So, any new babes you want to tell me about?” John jibes.
House grimaces, but knows this is his chance. If he’s going to do it, it should be now.
“Funny you mention babes, and we were just talking about Wilson.” He starts, looking at the floor next to his right shoe. He can’t see their faces if he’s going to say what he has to say.
“What, did Wilson set you up with someone?” John asks.
“No, not exactly.” He replies, trying to gather enough courage to do this.
“But you have a new special someone in your life?” Blythe sounds excited. He wishes she didn’t.
“Not, new, not exactly.”
“Just spit it out boy.” John says adamantly.
“It’s Wilson.”
Silence.
“I’m - I’m dating Wilson. He’s my boyfriend.”
He finally brings himself to look up, and both his parents are wearing shocked expressions.
“If this is a joke, it ain’t funny.” John says, voice laced with barely contained anger.
“It’s not a joke. Jimmy and I have been dating for a year. We live together. I love him. It, it isn’t a joke Dad.”
John House stands so abruptly, his chair nearly falls over. It draws the attention of everyone else in the cafeteria just in time to watch him storm off, muttering about his son being a german word for cigarettes. He’s sure his father doesn’t mean it in that way.
Well. That went as well as could be expected. He and his mother sit in awkward silence once more, and it becomes clear John isn’t coming back.
“Have you always… liked boys?” His mother asks softly.
“Yeah, mom. I do like girls too, in case you’re curious. But yeah, I realized I liked both when I was fourteen.” It feels kind of good to tell his mom, letting out the secret he’d been keeping from her for thirty years.
He’s back to staring at the ground. He wants the ground to swallow him whole, he wants to go to sleep, he wants Jimmy. Emotions always exhaust him, and so does his father, and now everything feels to loud and bright.
“Hey,” his mother says, sliding her hand over his, “You are perfect just the way you are.”
She’s smiling at him.
They say their goodbyes, as she has to go find where John took off to and get back to the airport. He sits alone in the cafeteria, to drained to move when someone slips in next to him on the bench.
“You’re mom called, said I should come check on my boyfriend. That you might need a little love right now.” Wilson said softly, putting an arm around his back.
“Yeah that sounds like her. I’m fine, really.” Despite his words he lets his head fall to Wilson’s shoulder, lets Wilson hold him.
“You told them.” A kiss is pressed to his forehead.
“Yeah. Went as well as you can expect.” House says sarcastically.
“I’m proud of you, Baby.” Wilson whispers it in his ear.
House closes his eyes and presses himself harder against Wilson. He’s soft and warm and smells like home. House has no idea if Wilson realizes how much those words mean to him, but he probably does. Wilson has this funny way of understanding him in way no one else does, even when he doesn’t say anything.
It’s why House loves him so much, he told him homophobic father about it.
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Jon Ellis & Friends
Everything is better with friends. That’s a universal absolute.
And there’s nothing like making new friends. Like Jon Ellis. Jon wrote a comic book mini series called Fraternity and apparently he’s friends with a lot of our friends so we’re hosting a signing called Jon Ellis & Friends! Cuz we’re all friends. And friends are the BEST!
About Fraternity:
Wyatt's roommate has been acting strange ever since he joined that frat...
After suffering a tragic loss, Wyatt can't wait for a fresh start away at college. Too bad freshman year isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when you're a grieving introvert. If it weren't for his best friend, Jake, Wyatt would never leave his room. But when Jake joins a mysterious fraternity, Wyatt unearths something sinister. Now Wyatt must fight to save his friend or risk losing him to Amaymon, King of the Southern Gate!
Joining Jon for this all-star event is Scott Bryan Wilson - writer extraordinaire behind a variety of comics like Pennyworth from DC Comics and Savage Tales from Dynamite but most notably his recent series with rockstar artist Liana Kangas called Trve Kvlt.
About Trve Kvlt:
Marty Tarantella has been flipping burgers for 15 years. He has no kids, no hobbies, no love interests, and, essentially, no life. But what he does have is a plan to change everything. Years of watching the daily rhythms of the neighboring stores has given Marty the idea for a perfect heist, but when he accidentally steals a supernatural weapon from a cult full of violent lunatics, the resulting Satanic panic will be way above his minimum-wage pay grade. Nothing can prepare you for the coming of Trve Kvlt, a deliciously horrifying and hilarious new series!
Then we’ve got local legend Rich Douek joining the fray. Rich has left his mark with books like Road of Bones, Sea of Sorrows, DC’s Superman Red & Blue, TMNT Universe, Magic the Gathering comics and so many more! Now, he’s recently released Breath of Shadows from IDW.
About Breath of Shadows:
It's the mid-1960s, and Jimmy Meadows should be on top of the world. His band's most recent album just went gold, and they're riding a wave to international fame. But Jimmy is driven by only one thing: where to get his next fix. With his band at the end of their ropes and his life falling apart, Jimmy thinks he may be finished, until a friend tells him about a controversial method deep in the jungles of South America that can help him kick his addiction for good. But is clean living actually in Jimmy's future, or will he instead unleash horrors beyond his wildest nightmares? A new expedition into the heart of horror from Rich Douek and Alex Cormack, the team behind Road of Bones and Sea of Sorrows!
And finally, rounding out this amazing quartet of comic writers is Chris Condon with his now-legendary series from Image Comics called That Texas Blood featuring Jacob Phillips (son of Sean Phillips of Brubaker/Phillips fame) with 3 full volumes out so far with more to come.
About That Texas Blood:
Sheriff Joe Bob Coates questions his effectiveness as the aging lawman of Ambrose County, Texas as chaos descends following an explosive highway confrontation and the mysterious death of local rogue Travis Terrill. Michael Lark (LAZARUS, Daredevil) calls the series "The best damn comic I've read in years."
Don’t miss this one. We’ll have 4 amazing writers in house with over a half dozen different titles that are sure to entertain, keeping with East Side Mags’ promise of “something for everyone”!
Come hang out!
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