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hilsonrecsmd · 2 months

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Oblivious

by alivehawk1701

gen | comp. | 5k ; pre-slash

Summary: Wilson might not be as aware of how his relationship with House looks like to others, but he might be starting to . . . a day in the life fic from Wilson's POV.

“Wilson,” House said from over Wilson’s right shoulder, “It doesn’t matter what people think, it only matters what you think, what you feel. I don’t want to force you to do anything. I just—” he stopped, jaw clamping shut. By the time House spoke again Wilson was about ready to storm out of the kitchen but he did, eventually saying, “I was waiting for you.” Wilson looked over his shoulder at House. “I’d already eaten,” House continued, “I was waiting for you anyway. Okay?” he shifted his leg under him, “When you’re here–it’s just us. When you’re here it’s better,” he looked up hesitantly, “For me anyway.”

reccer's note: wilson is such a pushover (affectionate) for house and i love it. an interesting take on how others view hilson's friendship and how they view it themselves

#house md #hilson #greg house #james wilson #hilson fic recs #hilsonrecsmd recs #general #alivehawk1701 #>5k #2007 #pre slash #ft ducklings #ft cuddy #codependent #caring!wilson #wilson pov #ao3

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franklespine · 2 months

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So I get it, House is a pretty messed up guy. Old news. I already knew that coming in to the show. But nothing prepared me for how genuinely batshit insane Wilson is. He offers to pay back a patients loan on his house because he got a diagnosis wrong. He donated a piece of his liver to his patient who was only a vague friend who he doesn't even seem to enjoy hanging out with that much. He noticed his patient had depression purely because he didn't talk about his grandkids. He was going to jeopardise his entire career to make a euthanasia speech because one of his patients suffered all the way to his death. He drove a patient home, did her groceries, cleaned her house and then slept with her. Not to mention he like is the only one who can actually mess back with House with his crazy manipulation tactics, like he can fr be an incredibly manipulative schemer if he thinks its for House's (or occasionally someone else's) benefit.

Just damn. He is crazy.

........there is no way this guy had a healthy relationship with his parents.

#House md #James Wilson #what a silly guy #just watched 6.10 if you couldn't tell #he is fr out of his mind #also love how that episode shows how whack the diagnostics team must look from an outsider POV LMAO

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hisbucky · 2 months

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Buck: We need a diversion. Chimney: Any ideas? Buck: I could get naked. Hen: No! Not on my watch. As much as we love you, Buckaroo, we do not need to see that! Eddie, muttering: Speak for yourself.

#911 show #911 on abc #buddie #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #evan buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #eddie diaz #pov the big kids getting into trouble #again

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thankstothe · 10 days

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witnesses house and wilson for a sec

“hey whats going on here?”

#house md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #screencap #s05e19 “locked in”#the answer of course appears within the next second #btw we don't really explore how fucked up house got to get taken into that other hospital #which i love - it gives a sense that House has a life we don't see AND he's still getting fucked by it #very comforting #fucking love this pov episode #guy also clocked huddy #“hes on drugs?” LMAO #longpost #long post

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warlenys · 3 days

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he is so self-loathing // casual, chappell roan

#no idea why i made this a wilson pov when it’s so much more of a house song but #it’s fine i think it works #house md #hilson #wilson #housemv #amv #+

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unimatrix-581 · 2 months

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ALLISON!!?? ALLISON???!! 👹👹👹

#house's pov #house md #james wilson #allison cameron #hatecrimes md

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kkrazy256 · 7 months

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#beardsley pov always blessing #lou wilson #zac oyama #a crown of candy #dimension 20

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ormymarius · 17 days

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“In my weakest moments, I wonder if I deserve to be here. I wonder if I am the villain they all see me as.”

#still love this scene… the devil horns before he makes the worst mistake of his life mhm good food #the quote is from his pov in the lost kingdom comic #orm marius #ocean master #patrick wilson #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #dc comics #dceu #dc universe #dcedit #stills

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jen-with-a-pen · 6 months

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⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹

⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?

⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader

⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!

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The Richards College Playlist

Steve's Playlist

any art featured in the series title header and story-specific dividers was found on pinterest and is used in good faith. all credit goes to the original artists, as i could not find accurate credit for any. collage done by me

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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK

–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.

–⊹– Two: Last Monday.

–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.

–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.

–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.

–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.

–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.

–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.

–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.

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oddlittlestories · 5 months

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I should know who I am by now. I walk—the record stands, somehow.

I could've lost myself in rough blue waters in your eyes, and I miss you still.

I remember the truth: a warm December with you

But I don't have to make this mistake. And I don't have to stay this way. If only I could wait.

s6e15 Black Hole // s4e14 Living the Dream // s4e12 Don't Ever Change // s4e13 No More Mr. Nice Guy // s4e10 It's a Wonderful Lie // s6e20 Wilson // Winter, Joshua Radin // screencaps courtesy of kissthemgoodbye.net

#honestly we don't get enough wilson POV stuff (this is no longer really true but was when I started creating this thing a billion years ago)#my edit #Bee makes things #house md #joshua radin winter #hilson #gregory house #greg house #amber volakis #james wilson #I guess this is web weaving kind of??#web weaving #screencaps #song lyrics #james wilson screencaps

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sonofatoasterwaffle · 10 days

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Port in a Storm

“Hey, Buck, could you-“ Hen's hitting the top step when he hisses back “Shh!”

She glances at Chimney for a sanity check, considering cuffing the back of Buck’s head for that, but he’s sitting on the couch, stock still, Eddie snoring gently against Buck’s shoulder. “Can’t move.” He explains.

Hen has to chuckle. “He’s not a cat, buck”

She drops into the armchair closest to him, and he stops scrolling his phone with his free hand to look at her. “If I’m a golden retriever, Eddie is most definitely a cat.”

Chim nods like he can’t argue as he takes the seat across from them. “Hates attention except when he doesn’t, very protective over his young, great hair.” He counts off each thing as he says it.

Hen supposes she doesn’t disagree. “He’s not sleeping at home right now, is he?”

Buck sighs. “Based on the twitter links he’s been sending in the middle of the night, it seems like no.”

Eddie, for his part, seems well and truly out. He’s sprawled low on the couch, boots bumping up against the coffee table, head lolled to the right against Buck and his arm slung over Buck’s leg, fingers curled under Buck’s knee like he’s afraid his human pillow might abandon him. “Has he been like this since I went to run flashcards?”

“I literally can’t feel my arm.” Buck admits, but it doesn’t sound like he has any intention of moving.

“You gotta feel for the guy.” Chim says, biting into a muffin from a batch someone left earlier this week. “Kid at home, dealing with grief, dealing with us.”

Hen hums. At least he’s not alone, she thinks, catching the soft look in Buck’s eyes as he glances down at Eddie. She’s not sure if those two will ever realize what they have, but she supposes it doesn’t really matter as long as they don’t give it up. “So, you can’t help me move the medical supplies shipment.”

“Performing a public service, here, Hen.”

Chim snickers something about exactly what kind of servicing Buck would like to do for Eddie, but he’s resolutely ignored. Hen supposes Buck’s right. High-strung Eddie is annoying and sleep-deprived Eddie is pathetic and both at once makes her parenting instincts flare up like crazy, so it’s better for all of them if he gets a little rest. Even at the expense of Buck’s circulation.

Eddie murmurs something in Spanish, nuzzles his nose into Buck’s neck and breathes deep. Buck’s as red as the ladder truck but he still doesn’t move, except to flip Chim off. “Leave him alone.”

Chim throws up his hands, still grinning. “Easy, loverboy, I’m not coming for your man.”

And Buck looks absolutely murderous but he’s powerless to stop Chimney from snapping a picture. He does leave the finger up for it. “I could easily throw you.” He threatens when his phone chimes with the inevitable group chat notification.

“But Maddie would be so sad if you murdered me.”

“Yeah, maybe you should think about that before doing murder-worthy shit.”

Eddie stirs a little, and Buck relaxes back into the couch, free hand reaching over to thumb over Eddie's arm, and he immediately settles. “You guys are so gross I love it.” Chim crows, snapping another photo.

“At some point, he’s gonna wake up, and then you’re gonna have to start running.”

Hen goes back to her flashcards. Chim’s on his own with that one, she’s not taking the bullet for teasing she didn’t get to do. She gives Buck a sympathetic smile when he grouses “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?”

“Price you pay for being such a good best friend.”

Buck rolls his eyes at her intoned best friend. “You’re on my list, too.”

“Finally.” Bobby says in relief when he sweeps into the kitchen to start prep. "I was about to cut him loose if he didn't chill out." He points at Buck. “Don’t move.”

“That’s what I said!”

Also on ao3

#9-1-1 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck/eddie #buddie #Hen POV #just a little brain worm that's been squirming around in my head #hen wilson #chimney han #everyone knows they're in love except buck and eddie #drabble #Chimney is me and I am him

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cookies-over-yonder · 8 months

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what if they went to the dance together...

what then ....

fic here

alt version under the cut

#pov i hated the lighting in the other post pretend this isnt a repost tt #swiftli #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li-wilson #cookies arts

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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 6 months

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Out of all the Time Lines

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.

"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.

"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.

"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.

Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.

"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.

"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.

"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.

"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.

"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.

Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?

You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.

"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"

Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.

"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.

"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.

"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.

"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.

"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.

"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.

You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.

You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.

You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.

"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"

"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.

"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.

"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.

"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.

"Here." he passed the bottle to you.

"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him

"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.

"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.

"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.

"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."

"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.

"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.

"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.

"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.

"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.

"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"

"Avengers I need your help."

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mellaithwen · 1 year

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Bobby is never gonna get over having to hold bucks lifeless body like that, i can see him having some nightmares of his own about the whole lighting thing

Bobby knows the weight of him.

The dead-weight of Buck’s body as it’s lowered down to the ground. Bobby intercepts him, cradles his limp body close to his chest until the gurney’s in place.

The rain was still relentless from above, but despite the movements and flurries, the shouting all around him, Buck’s face had remained slack….

Dragging Eddie into the drivers cab had as much to do with protecting Buck’s partner as did protecting himself.

Every aching second spent shouting into the radio, giving orders to dispatch, giving directions to Eddie. Praying under his breath, because behind him in the rig, Buck’s heart won’t start, and his lungs won’t inflate.

“Come on, come on!” Chim mutters between compressions.

“No sinus rhythm,” he hears Hen whisper brokenly in response.

“One minute out,” Eddie says, his jaw clenched tight.

Hang on kid, Bobby begs silently. Hang on.