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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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taylor 'i put narcotics into all of my songs' swift
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'she put crack in this song' me
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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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Saw your two newest chase things. They are so sweet and so in character🥹
I just love your stuff lol
cries that actually means a lot, I've loved chase since I was like 11 and now I'm almost on s8 and I just feel like he gets so mischaracterized on here. he isn't his s1/2 self, he's grown, he's more mature (still a huge child) but I think he's not as shallow as he might have used to be. and yeah, I love him :')
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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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Sleepover weekend:
Wilson headcannons? (How he'd be as a father or expecting father? Or how he would comfort his pregnant wife?)
Idk. Sorry if you're sick of these types of things I couldn't help myself💀
i usually don't do pregnancy things but like... wilson would be such a good father don't even get me started.
but let me get started.
he would be THE most supportive man ever. he's a doctor so he has remedies and medicines mentally lined up for any sort of symptom you could have. feeling nauseous? head hurts? swollen anywhere? he's got the medicine ready and is sitting down to dote on you. that's just who he is. that man is an acts of service love language man. fully.
on that same note, his days off he is on TOP of the nursery. painting, looking over the ideas you guys are thinking. making sure you're resting as much as possible. he wants the pregnancy to go as smoothly as he possibly could. I think he'd cut down the hours he's physically in the hospital to be with you. he takes over most if not all of the chores which you would usually split but "honey, I got this, go rest, your face looks a bit flushed." and yeah it's a bit overwhelming but if you voiced that he would tone it down.
and as a father? dear God I might sob. we've seen how he is with Rachel, he would be such a damn good father. he falls asleep in the chair of the room rocking the baby, would happily get up and check on the baby when they wake up crying, making sure you get amazing sleep.
even with his job I think he'd be there, sure there's times he needs a small break but thats okay because both of you do at times. but regardless its a teamwork and he's there. always there when you need.
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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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Sorry if you're not taking requests I just had this thought.
Do you think Wilson has a happy trail (personally find them so attractive💀)? If so, any thoughts on how his partner might react or whatever?
i feel like he would because I don't think he's the type to shave his stomach? he'd just let it grow and whatever. I don't really know if I find them attractive but like its wilson so imma say I would.
i think his partner, whoever they end up being wouldn't mind it. they love him and that's all that matters. happy trail, love handles and all. they're mainly attracted to his personality, his looks are just a plus.
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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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Sorry if you're no longer taking requests I just wanted to ask this before I forget in case you're still open to it!
We all know how like fat phobic Chase is but what if he like found out his lover has stretch marks or like gains a lot of weight (maybe due to like medical issues)
(I hope he'd react better but deep down I know he's pretty dickish)
i like to pretend fatphobic chase doesn't exist, but if we were to use that canon bit, I think that was just a crappy early 2000s bit. i'd like to think that the longer he was at the hospital that he grew more open and accepting of all people.
and like I said in my last answer for chase, deep down he's actually a sweetheart. he was raised decently sheltered (rich family, I think private schools, etc.) but he's only ever really craved to be loved and needed. so I think that the looks of his partner wouldn't really matter to him as he got older and more exposed to the world.
onto actually answering this, i'll do them separately.
if you had stretch marks I think he would trace along them softly when you lay together, kiss over them when you're intimate. he'd do anything he could to make sure you didn't feel insecure about them. that you knew that he loved you no matter what blemishes you have. stretch marks, acne, uneven skin tone. he doesn't care, you're beautiful and he loves you.
and if you gained more weight he'd be similar, he'd support you fully, make sure you were still as healthy as you could be. and if It was medical related he'd make sure that you know that he's there you know? he'd be supportive. you don't care about it? okay, he still loves you. you want to try to work it off? okay, he'll go with you and help you keep your head up.
over all, I think chase has grown SO much since season one and he'd actually be so loving and supporting of his partner no matter their size.
signed a plus sized person lol
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kiddbegins · 6 hours
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Saw your how Wilson would react to his lover wanting to wait until marriage and was curious how you think Chase might react? Like maybe it's just me but he seems a shit ton hornier and less understanding but I would like to hear your thoughts
okay so I was thinking about this the other day, and yes he is hornier, so it would be harder for him but truly I think he'd find a way to cope. because even if he's horny, his feelings would overpower that. that man is a whore for commitment so he'd of course respect that.
i think he would try and communicate if it's a strictly nothing at all type of thing or just a no sex thing. like if you'd be open to like you know... touching him/him touching you. stuff that isn't physical sex. but if it was a strong no, nothing at all, I think he'd just cope and know he still has his own hands until you guys are married.
and also! when it finally came to like him proposing he'd try and make sure you know it was for real, not because he wanted to go all the way because deep down chase is a good person. he really only used sex as a way to deal with losing a person he cared deeply about so he didn't have to commit again and possibly lose another person. so he'd want you to know he's all in.
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kiddbegins · 7 hours
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911 + Text Posts pt304/?
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kiddbegins · 7 hours
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His McGill shirt, boba eyes and kissable cheeks
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kiddbegins · 1 day
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James Wilson and love languages
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Warnings: absolutely none! Just a bunch of Wilson being the doting boyfriend that he is <3
A/N: this pathetic puppy dog of a man is consuming my every waking thoughts and I'm not even mad about it (also look at how silly he is in that gif. I chose that one because he looks like such a dork in it lmao)
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To me, Wilson's biggest love language to display is probably acts of service
Sure, he loves you to bits and pieces, but he's not very good at vocalizing his feelings with words of affirmation or even showing it with physical touch, though he does tell you he loves you nearly every day and always kisses you when he sees you
Spending quality time together doesn't happen that often due to how busy he is at the hospital and he doesn't always have extra money lying around because House steals it from him, so he'll only get you an expensive gift if he's been saving up and he knows it's something you want
But acts of service? That's right up his alley
Even if he's tired from working (read: dealing with House all day) he still makes the time to do housework
Washing and folding laundry, cleaning the dishes and putting them up, preparing you lunch for the next day- he really does go all out in order to make sure you're happy and well taken care of
Basically he's a malewife, which I'm sure is surprising to no one (certainly not House, who picks on him for it constantly)
"I'm surprised you're not late for work today. Don't you usually spend your mornings dusting for your partner in your pretty little maid outfit?"
"You're just jealous that it's not your apartment I'm dusting"
"Right, because I really need you picking up after me"
"I do it every other time, why not also do your housework on top of that?"
(The sexual tension between them is so crazy even in scenarios where they're seeing other people, although I guess that's partially my fault for being the massive Hilson shipper that I am skgdjkd)
He definitely owns an apron that he wears whenever he's cooking in the kitchen which certainly does nothing to beat the malewife allegations
Sometimes you'll come home to find him wearing his apron while vacuuming, a sure sign that he's spent all his free time trying to impress you with his impeccable house cleaning skills
Honestly he's happy with any kind of love language you show him (because he's just needy like that) but especially words of affirmation
Tell him how happy you are with his cleaning, compliment him on the way he put up the groceries, anything like that is guaranteed to have him practically melting while he gives you big heart eyes
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kiddbegins · 2 days
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various wilson screenshots ive taken that make me act like a damn freak
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kiddbegins · 3 days
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Don't kill yourself, please.
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
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kiddbegins · 3 days
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 — 𝐎.𝐑. [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]
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PAIRINGS — James Wilson x GN!Reader (no pronouns)
SUMMARY — A child is unaccounted for and the hospital goes on lockdown which makes it a lot harder for Reader to avoid Wilson
WORD COUNT — 2.2K
WARNINGS — mentions/decriptions of blood
NOTE — Okay here's a quick little one shot that will hopefully hold you guys over until I get that series done. As you guys have probably already guessed this is set in 6x17 and I have a few more ideas of different scenarios that could happen in this episode so you may be seeing more of that :)
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It was always an odd feeling when an OR was quiet. All you could hear were the sounds of your shoes, making the floor squeak as you walked, littering bloody footprints wherever you went. You still had your mask and gloves on and were about to leave so the room could be cleaned and sterilized for the next surgery when you heard an announcement over the hospital’s PA. 
You looked over to your friend and colleague who was just removing his gloves as you listened to them say the hospital was under lockdown and no one was to leave their areas until further notice. 
“Guess we’re stuck here a little longer,” he said and you looked around you. It wasn’t the most pleasant place to be stuck, blood littered the floor like a murder scene and surgical tools were messily placed on tables and stands. 
“Yeah,” you sighed and followed his lead, taking off your gloves and discarding them, followed by your mask. 
“You okay?” Wilson asked, coming closer to you.
“M fine,” you nodded and moved towards a wall so you could lean against it. “Would just…rather be at home. Or in a shower,” you looked down at your bloody scrubs. “How are mine dirtier than yours?”
“Cause you’re a messy surgeon,” he teased. 
“Right, and it’s not because you nicked a vein that sprayed all over me.”
“I said I was sorry,” he came over next to you and leaned up against the wall in the same manner you were. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“If you’re thinking that if you don’t sit down your legs are gonna give out anyways then yes, I am thinking that,” you nodded and he gave you the encouragement to sit down on the OR floor by taking the lead and doing it first. 
There were a few moments of silence that passed before Wilson spoke up again. 
“Hey are you…sure you’re okay?” he asked. 
“We lost a patient, James,” you sighed. “Kinda knocks the wind out of you.”
“I know, but you know it wasn’t our fault, it wasn’t anything we could have fixed or gotten to for that matter.”
“I know, but it doesn’t really make me feel any better,” you admitted, pulling your knees up a little closer to your chest. 
Wilson reached over and took off your hair cap and you lazily turned your head around before reaching over and doing the same, messing up his now shorter hair. It wasn’t as satisfying to do as when it was longer. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, extending his hand out for you to take. 
You bit the inside of your cheek and reached out, interlacing your fingers with his, letting your back melt further into the wall when you felt his thumb brush against the back of your hand. 
“I don’t think talking will fix my problem,” you turned your head, still letting it rest against the wall as you looked over at him. 
“This isn’t just about the patient,” he inferred. “You’ve been…distant lately.” 
“No I haven’t,” you shook your head and pulled your hand out of his hold. 
“Yes you have,” he sat upright and looked at you curiously. “You just pulled away, again.” 
You pushed yourself up so you were standing again and Wilson followed you. You’d never been claustrophobic, but in that moment, it felt like the walls of the OR were closing in on you. 
“Bee, come on, please talk to me,” he begged.
“You haven’t called me Bee since residency.” 
“You’re deflecting,” he placed his hands on his hips. “What’s going on with you?” 
“I’m trying to tell you, nothing’s going on,” you began to pace the room, wringing your hands in front of you. It’s like you weren’t even trying to be subtle that there was a problem. Every time a lie came out of your mouth your body did something to tell Wilson whatever you were saying wasn’t true. 
“No, you just don’t want to tell me what’s going on,” Wilson conceded. “I just don’t like to see you torn up like this, you know that, right?” 
You stopped your pacing and nodded your head. 
“I miss you, we don’t see each other anymore and I-,” 
“James stop,” you spoke quietly, so much so he barely heard you. 
His eyes fell on you again, watching as you looked down at your hands, your mouth partially open as if you were trying to say something else, but it wasn’t coming out.
“I-I was just trying to-,” 
“I know what you were trying to do,” you said. “Make me feel better, because you’re a doctor, it’s in your nature. You don’t have to make me feel better about this.” 
“But I want to.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” you chuckled humourlessly, moving closer to the OR doors. 
“I-I could, and you could let me try and help-,” 
“James, you're not going to want to help with this.” 
“You can’t know that unless-,” 
“I don’t know what we are,” you blurted and squeezed your eyes shut, hating yourself for being so weak, feeling your back hit the wall again.
“Y-You don’t know what we are?” he looked at you, but you could see past his furrowed brows and concerned features, the thoughts racing in his head, his hands now unsure what to do at his sides. 
“We’ve known each other a long time, James,” you licked your lips and pressed them together. “And throughout that time you have been my closest confidant, my go to person, when I think of someone I can count on and someone who cares about me, I think of you.” 
“I think of you in that way too,” he said, but you shook your head. 
“No, you don’t,” you shook your head. “Because while we joked around, and looked after each other, and followed each other from hospital to hospital you got married, and then divorced, and then married, and then divorced, and then-,” 
“Married, and then divorced,” he nodded his head, filling in the last blank for you. 
“Three marriages, I was there for all of it,” you looked up at the ceiling. “I just thought maybe…I don’t know.” 
He knew what you thought. You thought that maybe since you’d both stuck around for so long, since you’d seen the best and the worst, that maybe it meant something more. 
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you shook your head, wishing you could disappear into the walls. “You don’t feel the same.” 
“Bee, it’s not that,” he shook his head. “But I-I can’t give you what you want.” 
“If you can’t give me what I want then how is it anything else?” you didn’t understand what he was saying. 
“It’s better if we stay friends, just…just trust me.” 
You nodded and pressed your lips together, trying to push back the tears that were beginning to form, but to no avail. 
Wilson bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head, coming over to you and reaching out to offer you some sort of comfort. You wanted to turn away, shake your head and tell him to give you space, but when his hand came to cup your cheek you just leaned in closer to it, letting your tears flow silently and freely. 
“Is this your definition of friends?” you asked. “Because if it is I don’t know if I can do this.” 
“I…” Wilson closed his eyes, but he could still see the hurt and pain glimmering in your irises. “It’s not you.” 
“Oldest cliche in the book,” you sniffed and wiped away some of your tears. “Still trying to make me feel better, but I think maybe you’re more suited for treating cancer. Maybe you should stick to that.” 
“No, I-I mean it,” his hand dropped from your face and this time you reached out to gently hold his fingers, to maintain some form of contact. “It’s me. My…” he took a deep breath and tried to get himself to meet your gaze, but he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “You said it yourself. I’ve had three marriages, my girlfriend died. Every relationship I’ve had ends in heartbreak. Every person I’ve loved has eventually left.” 
“James,” your whisper drew him closer, his hands coming to rest against your arms, hesitating before moving to hold your face, the creases around his eyes having softened. 
“I thought that maybe if I pretended I didn’t love you you wouldn’t leave and I wouldn’t end up hurting you.” 
You could feel your lip begin to quiver, “You already are.” 
Your voice came out meek and strained, like it took every ounce of your strength to tell him that. 
Wilson pulled you in closer, resting your forehead against his, whispering quiet apologies. 
“I never wanted this, not for you,” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry.” 
Your hands reached out to hold onto his scrubs, the partially dried blood leaving red stains on the palms of your hand. 
“No, don’t be sorry,” you murmured. “Don’t be. Just be honest. With me. With yourself.” 
His voice became stuck in his throat and faded into a whisper, “I’m afraid to say it. I-I don’t want to ruin this…ruin you.” 
“Then I’ll say it,” you placed your hands on his shoulders. “I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”
Wilson nodded his head and you could feel his heartbeat from the pulse in his neck, every move was hesitant. Pulling you even closer, your hearts next to each other, your faces only a breath away. His lips so close to yours, and you did the only thing you could think of to quiet the voices in his head, you told him again. 
“I love you, James.” 
It was like a reflexive response to your words. His lips now moved in sync with yours in tentative movements, as if one wrong move could make everything disappear. 
“I love you,” he whispered first, his lips still ghosting yours before another kiss. “I love you,” his voice now clearer, a quiet murmur. Another kiss, more firm, pushing you back against the wall while your hands moved down, finding any excuse to bring him closer. “I love you,” again, this time fully aloud because you were still there. He had said it and you hadn’t vanished, you’d pulled him closer. “Bee, I love you.”
His lips moved away from yours but only so he could wrap his arms around you, one arm across your back, the other holding your head simply to bring you into what felt like an almost frantic embrace. You reciprocated the urgency, your face now buried in his shoulder while his nose was pressed in your hair, inhaling deeply, relieved.
Wilson could feel your legs shake a little underneath you, in part from the exhaustion of the long surgery, some of it probably due to everything that had just happened. From there it became easy for you to fall back to the floor. Wilson positioned himself with his back to the wall and encouraged you to sit between his legs, leaning back into him. 
His arms wrapped around you, this time his hands now holding yours which rested on your lap. His lips pressed small kisses along your temple and you sighed, easily sinking more into his embrace like you always had, but now knowing there was always something more between you. Maybe it was naïve of you to think things would be different, but at that moment you couldn’t care about the ending, not when things were just beginning.
It felt difficult to speak, you weren’t sure what words would cut it anymore after what you’d said, nothing could be more meaningful than that.
So you sat in silence, absorbing the moment, living in it, sucking every ounce of love you could get from each other sitting in silence. 
“Bee,” Wilson spoke up, but his voice was quiet after the prolonged silence. “You won’t leave right?”
“Not if you don’t,” you shook your head. “I’ve stuck with you for a while yet, James. Just…don’t push me away.” 
He raised a hand to tilt your head back towards him, encouraging you to turn around slightly and meet him in another kiss. 
Just as you pulled apart, the loudspeaker turned on again informing you that the child was found and the lockdown had been lifted. 
You didn’t want to move, but you knew you couldn’t stay in the OR forever. So while you still had the volition, you stood up and offered a hand to Wilson so he could follow after you. 
You pushed open the door and walked out of the OR together, heading towards the now unlocked sector doors to get to the locker rooms to change before leaving the hospital. 
As you walked side by side, you could feel Wilson’s hand brush up against yours before he reached out and properly held your hand in his own. You looked down at your interlaced fingers before looking up at him again, knowing tonight would be different. Tonight you wouldn’t be alone. 
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Have you heard of the House md ds game??
If so any thoughts?
I'm so close to blowing the money just to get it, even if it isn't actually worth it
For sleepover weekend?
I’ve vaguely heard about it but tbh idk what exactly it is but also tbh, worth it if it’s fun and you’ll play it !
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kiddbegins · 4 days
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who is the first david you think of when you hear the name david
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kiddbegins · 4 days
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I want you to feel safe around me, like you can tell me anything.
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kiddbegins · 4 days
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i know i’m cute but you can remind me
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