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s07e09: larger than life
#no one ever stood a chance against house's love for wilson#he's basically yelling 'lets fuck' in every subtext - and sometimes straight (lol) to his face
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"For fuck's sake."
Jim already has a headache and apparently it's gonna get much worse. He pours himself a cup of the shittiest coffee in Hawkins and turns to the kid sitting in front of his desk.
"What happened, kid?" he asks. "Why would you do that?"
Billy Hargrove reeks of cheap liquor, trouble and the metallic smell of blood. His lip is split and he looks like he hasn't slept in a week or so.
Billy doesn't answer, just glares at him.
"Breakin' and entering is no joke," Jim starts again. He sounds as pissed off as he feels, because he still has Mrs. Carters shrill voice in his ear, calling from Loch Nora about a burglar, about her fancy neighborhood getting sullied.
"I didn't do shit," Billy protests. "I…was just…"
He falls silent, mouth snapping shout like he regrets he even said a word.
"What?" Jim probes, because there's a piece of the puzzle missing.
Billy shakes his head, lips thin.
"Should I call the Harrington's and ask if you were invited?" Jim knows he's an asshole, but it comes more naturally to him than being nice.
Something flashes across Billy's face and his tan gets drained out by miserable paleness.
"Don't call them," Billy says, fingers digging into his thigh so hard his knuckles turn white.
"So, let's try again," Jim says, taking another sip from the dishwater the station claims is coffee.
"The key's under the flower pot," Billy mumbles.
Jim raises a brow. "And you know that why?"
Billy's eyes shoot dagger at him, the way only a pissed of teenager can look at an adult.
"Steve put it there for me," he says lowly, like it's a secret, something dirty and shameful you hide under your bed. "In case I need a place to go to…"
"So, you're pals?" Jim asks, huffing a laugh in disbelief. "Why didn't you say so?"
Billy's jaw tightens.
"Nobody knows," he finally says. His fingers find his necklace, tugging at the pendant. "It's better that way."
Jim is close to crack a joke about dramatic teenagers, but Billy's blue eyes are dark and there's a sadness there that doesn't belong to someone so young.
Whatever it is, Jim gets another piece of a puzzle - but apparently they're playing Hide and Seek.
"Okay," he says after a while. He'll put a stamp on the report, saying Confidential or similar shit. "You can go."
Surprise makes Billy look softer, less hurt. "What?"
Jim shrugs. "I've heard enough. Or do you want me to lock you up?"
It's a joke, but his throat clogs up when he looks down on Billy's file and sees that the kid had already spend a night the drunk tank a few weeks ago.
"Whatever, Chief." Billy lifts his hands. "I'm outta here, then."
The kid is halfway through the door, when it hits Jim. Billy can't go back to Loch Nora right now. Mrs. Carter is probably on guard.
"If you still need a place to stay, you can sleep in the break room," Jim offers. "The couch is a disaster though."
Billy stands in the doorway, eyes wide. He plays it cool when he catches himself.
"If I don't have to drink that shit." He points at the coffee. Jim can't blame him. Although 1 am is way too late to get cheeky.
"Just go to bed," Jim grumbles.
Billy salutes him. Jim can see his shoulders sinking, his whole body a bit less tense. Maybe he'll get them donuts for breakfast.
#welcome to the jim has to take care of billy show#jim hopper#billy hargrove & jim hopper#jim hopper & billy hargrove#billy hargrove#implied#harringrove#billy hargrove ficlet
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When they're each other's Ride Or Die…
#listen before you spit hate on me - i'm pretty sure one of them has made this joke already#hilson#hatecrimes md#house x wilson#james wilson x greg house#gregory house#james wilson#house md
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Doctor Who | 2.01 - "New Earth"
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i literally can't stop thinking about dr james wilson help me (edit: added original photo)
image description: flustered dr james wilson from house md kneeling on the ground in a labcoat and business casual
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I had a dream I was telling House my head hurts and he asked me if it happens around men and when I said no he put a rainbow heart sticker on my forehead and said "congrats, you're just gay" and left the room.
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Wilson thought everything would change now. The memory of this night is still fresh on his skin in form of bruises and hickies, tingling whenever he moves.
When he opens the door to his office, his heart jumps, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.
House sits on his chair, legs on his desk. Like it belongs to him, like he always does. He sips a bubble tea and wears a shirt that says "Wifey for lifey".
"Please tell me this isn't your lunch," Wilson sighs. How can anybody live off only sugar?
"It's technically breakfast," House says, slurping down a big gulp. The ice cubes chink.
"I'll make dinner tonight," Wilson announces. "No takeout tonight."
"Is that a scheme to get me to eat more vitamins?" House asks, sucking on the straw. His cheeks hollow a little. Wilson's face burn.
"You found out my evil plan." Wilson rolls his eyes. "Giving your body what it needs."
"Oh, you made sure of that." House winks at him - and really, Wilson should've seen that coming. "No wonder they all wanted to put a ring in you."
Wilson rubs the bridge of his nose. "What have I done?" he mumbles, more to himself than House.
"It's called anal sex," House explains, so loudly half of the hospital can possibly hear him. "And a blowjob, rimming and -"
"Jesus," Wilson interrupts. "I know that."
House grins. "No worries, we'll never marry."
That hurts more than it should. Wilson knows House can see it on his face.
"Because then you can never divorce me," House says, almost softly.
Wilson's heart might explode and he isn't sure there's a medical condition that explains feeling nauseous and happy at the same time.
House empties his bubble tea. "So, no to engagement rings, but what about cock rings?"
Fuck, Wilson loves him. "House-"
#jokes's on wilson because house forged the papers and they are married (have been for months now)#hilson#james wilson#gregory house#house x wilson#house md
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Jane: I made a marshmallow Billy. He’s crossing his arms because he’s mad at everyone for annoying him. Do you like it?
Billy [near tears]: It’s fine.
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My sweet Doctor Disco ✨🌙🤍
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House. He moaned his best friend’s name into his wife’s ear.
Shit.
Read more on AO3.
#thank you sm for showing this fic some love!#house md#hilson#james wilson#gregory house#house x wilson#read on ao3
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7x08: "small sacrifices"
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Billy Hargrove
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