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i miss early season house md where house and wilson were both still kinda scared of cuddy and looked like this when they got caught doing something they werent supposed to

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WHEN YOUR FRIENDS KNOW YOU LOVE MIFFY AND THEY CAME BEARING GIFTS 4 UR BDAY,,

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Cannot stop thinking about poor House dating a goth woman only to find she has haunted dolls... The thought of him being tormented by children he can't even scold is just pure comedy

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i’m in love with this guy

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i need her to step on me

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first 3 frames of a house animatic i likely will never finish so i might as well post

no surprises auughhhh…

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and what if i said i’m fixating on that shitty homophobic doctor show. then what

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sharp skates and flimsy dates: prologue.

In which James Wilson becomes a figure skater.

James Wilson discovered his passion for ice skating when one of his ex-wives took him to a temporary skating rink during the holiday season. Growing up Jewish, there had been no reason for him to indulge in Christian traditions or the cozy markets that came with it. He could appreciate the winter traditions that came with German Christmas markets like hot chocolate stands and glasses of eggnog served to keep the visitors warm, but that was about all he'd indulged in before Bonnie made him go on a festive winter date. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the Christmas shoppers and saying he didn't fall in love with ice skating the second Bonnie forced him onto a rink would be perjurious. Even after Wilson fumbled the bag with her, he continued to visit Christmas markets for the skating rinks and eventually moved onto a permanent rink, driving out to Trenton once a week and engaging in the off-ice training his coach suggested almost daily. It really wasn't meant to become such a big part of his life - when he first paid to enter the indoor skating rink he knows by heart now, he was just hoping to forget about his patients and watch some kids fall on their asses. Sure, there were plenty of children crying to their caregivers about the cold ice and their sore hands, but Wilson's attention kept drifting back to the pair of figure skaters practicing a graceful routine like it meant nothing to them. They looked gracious and romantic and like they could kiss each other any second now but wouldn't, instead dancing away from each other before leaping together again. The man holding his partner up like she weighed less than any average toddler took notice of his staring and must've thought he was after his girlfriend because they took off not long after and looked at him like he was a creep. It stunned Wilson, making him laugh all by himself and maybe he actually did look more like a deranged man than a successful oncologist at that moment but then again, he couldn't really get himself to care. Instead, he replayed the pair's routine in his head, probably looking like a fool as he retraced their steps. The routine looked a little less simple as he tried to copy it, looking like a stiff block of ice on ice. He went about it with a determined look on his face, only threatening to fall twice which, if you looked at the kids he was avoiding as he danced, was an accomplishment. By the time he was finished and somewhat satisfied with the outcome of his blatant copying, his legs were aching and he was too tired to even make his attempt at cooking dinner. He checked out the healthy fast food place just five minutes away from the skating rink, figuring a little more health couldn't do any harm - he was already forty-one and couldn't deny the way his body was changing. He ordered a breakfast bowl without even looking at the ingredients, the irony of buying a breakfast-centered item on a random Wednesday evening not being lost on him. And so the weekly tradition of skating for hours on end and purchasing a fucking breakfast bowl at 8 p.m. started for Wilson.

Thursday, the day after first trying out the new rink, he was a sore mess. His muscles ached and he could already hear House poking fun at it, telling him he walked just like him now, which is why Wilson made it his goal to avoid him that day. Obviously, it was futile - it always is. House finds him at the worst moments and he's supposed to believe it isn't on purpose? There's no way the man doesn't know what he's up to whenever he practically breaks into the office Wilson works at. He was having a one-sided conversation about some new patient whose symptoms were basically all in her head and whenever the oncologist tried to chime in with some input, the other doctor simply waved it away. He stood up to fetch some documents about the patients he was seeing later that day, relieved to find it wasn't a busy day. Mentally thanking his past self for that, he returned to see his friend staring. There it was, he's seen it and he was grinning like a fucking idiot. 'What on earth happened to you, Wilson,' House asked, amusement etched on his face. 'Nothing nearly as bad as getting shot by a patient,' he replied, scoffing as he made his way back to the desk. House glared at Wilson and for a second he thought he'd stunned the man when he said: 'Oh come on, that was one time. Won't you let it go? At least I've never looked like I got fatal backshots. Seriously, who did you jump?' Wilson had to stop himself from laughing as he rubbed his temples - House was the mean one, not him. 'Right, how could anyone forget? You just had a near-fatal headshot but sure, you've never looked this bad before.' House didn't look pleased as he motioned for the other man to continue. 'And,' he prompted, looking at Wilson like he was expecting one wild story. 'And nothing,' Wilson said, clearly annoyed. 'I didn't hook up with anyone, it's the middle of the week and I'm far too busy,' he groaned, hoping his friend would take the hint and leave him to deal with the mountain of paperwork that was waiting for him. In classic House fashion, however, he didn't pay any mind to the oncologist's schedule, instead poking fun at him and spitting out theories until he got paged and needed to 'save lives again,' said with an exaggerated eye-roll.

Wilson was sure House wouldn't let it go, but at least he'd managed to get through the day without having to admit he found a new hobby. He might as well tell his friend he'd decided to try out ballet - it'd make him a laughing stock regardless and despite the love he held for House after all these years, he didn't feel like subjecting himself to any more bullying than necessary. He enjoyed the company more than he enjoyed the sarcastic remarks and humiliation that came with being House's friend, and he'd rather not give him any more information to poke fun at. James Wilson had realized he wanted to take ice skating seriously, and Gregory House didn't have to know a thing about it. That's how it was, and that's how it would stay. No amount of guilt or manipulation could change Wilson's mind on this. Six more days, and then he'd get to feel the cold air on his cheeks again as he attempted to do the tricks he'd seen everybody do on TV. He was already looking forward to getting to skate again, even after just having done it for the first time in an actual rink, and he'd be looking forward to skating again every day for the rest of his life.

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Snoopy Wilson

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dr wilson worried psychiatrist stare

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He can't reach the whiteboard

Cheese stealer

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It’s a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what.

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➤Dating Text Messages with the House MD Boys + Thirteen

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Made a c.ai bot where basically reader fakes cancer to spend time with Wilson because she found out he's her bio dad... Should I make it a oneshot?

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