#insane that wilson was still in love with house after all that

[1800-needs-help]

Greg "passenger princess" House & James "wdym passenger princess, your crimes got my car towed away" Wilson

#insane that wilson was still in love with house after all that #even in the MIDDLE of the tritter arc wilson only had heart eyes for house #he's so insane good lord i need him #greg house #james wilson #house md

[melusinealarice]

in that case… could i request a member of his team reader and house fanfic abt house realising his attraction towards reader isn’t actually just sexual (they’ve been sleeping together for some time) but he’s actually in love with them. so he asks reader on a date, but they think he’s just joking and being an ass. so house has to go on a full on rant about how he developed feelings for reader and they just stand there in shock completely flustered (pls make reader say yes at the end tho 🙏💞) either gn!reader or fem!reader

this is totally ooc for him but whateva im a little delusional 🥰 in my head he’s my silly husband

Def delulu, but arent we all, anyways here ya go

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes,

Fem reader x dr house

You had been sleeping with dr. House for a few months now. It all started when you joined his team, while his rude comments usually repelled people, they attracted you. You found him hilarious as-well as insanely hot. Him being smart was a bonus as-well. He always made sexual comments towards you wich left you flustered more than anything. It all started one night when he was staying late and you came in to find him in a bottle of whiskey. It ended with you leaving his house before he could wake up. After that you both just would have casual sex, thats all it was. You never asked for anything more, even though you desperately wanted it, because you knew him, and he would surely mock you for it.

House’s POV:

I walk out of the on-call room, not even saying anything to y/n, this has just been our routine, she figured words would just make things complicated. I went straight to Wilson. “Wilson.” I said walking in, not bothering to knock. “What is it House?” He said looking up, “i think, I think Im attracted to y/n in more than just a sexual way.” i said, sitting on his couch, “what?” He asked stoping what he was doing. “I think, Im falling in love with her.”

Your POV:

Back to work, you just finished hooking up with House and now you had to go along your day, pretending you aren’t in live with him. No problem.

After the case you all were working on was solved you stayed back in the office while everyone else left. House was there, “so how about I buy you a drink, like a date?” He said, leaning against the door, pinning you to the wall. Shit, he knows, he knows you like him and he is making fun of you for it, who told him?? You scoffed trying to play it off, “ya know just because I like you being an ass doesn’t mean you have to make fun of me.” She said, trying to find away out of the situation. “Me? An ass? Never.” He taunted, you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help how much harder you were breathing, “whatever,” you said, wiggling out of the position you were in. “Im serious.” He said, staring at you, “I thought it was just sexual, i did, and ive tried to pretend it was, but god, you are so much more than that. Ive been falling deeper in love with you every damn second, and I want you, all of you. You are so beautiful and smart, and funny. And I want commitment and I want to take you on a date.” He said, his face was straight, he wasn’t joking. You stood there flustered, “really?” You said still in shock, he walked up to you and took your hands in his, “really.” He said. “Okay, lets go get a drink.” You said smiling up at him.

The end

Ok its kinda short, but im not the best at writing fluff, and it was super hard to do it with House without totally betraying his character.

#greg house x reader #dr greg house #gregory house x reader #greg house #house md

[queerfables]

Since I've been talking about 'Wilson', I have one other thing to say about why it's an incredible episode that didn't really fit my last post. Out of all the amazing things about it, maybe my favourite is that we get to see Wilson lie. Obviously this isn't actually unusual. Wilson lies a lot. Maybe more than anyone else on the show?? He ranks highly on the Everybody Lies list, for sure. But in this episode, we see Wilson lying from Wilson's point of view, and it really drives home just how completely shameless and convincing he can be.

We know he's a good liar because he regularly deceives his human lie detector best friend - at least for a while, and when he's caught it's mostly discrepancies in the facts that give him away, not his poker face. But it's hard to fully appreciate it until you see him go directly from a conversation to lying about it. And here, we see him go from:

Wilson: You're moving in with Lucas? Cuddy: Yes. Wilson: [...] You want my blessing, and implicitly, House's blessing.

To:

House: What did [Cuddy] want? Wilson: She was checking up on [the patient]. House: That's it? Wilson: Like what? Something about you? Something you could interpret as being about you? An anagram maybe?

He accuses Cuddy to her face of having House-related ulterior motives in their conversation, and then turns around and ridicules House for thinking the same thing. He does it without flinching! He almost convinced me and I'd just watched the interaction that contradicted his words.

What I love about this is that it's not just a lie. It's passive aggressive manipulation. He sarcastically implies that House is narcissistic and deluded to sell it. I mean, he has to, because if it was true that's what he'd say and House wouldn't believe anything less. And it probably helps that Wilson's criticisms will roll right off House's back while hearing that Cuddy and Lucas are moving in together will hit a lot harder. He's lying to protect House, after all. But still, watching this and then thinking about all the other times he's lied effortlessly and without a second's hesitation makes me so passionately insane about him. The layers of doublethink going into maintaining his precarious honour code... I would fight House in a combat style of his choosing for the research grant to study Wilson's brain.

#house md #fable talks #(i wonder if the toxic homoerotic friendship comes free with the research grant or if i have to duel for that one separately)

[zambehnation]

I got this idea for a fanfic after watching clips of blackadder and hugh laurie in drag as "georgina". Like would anyone read a hilson genderswap fic? House is a woman and wilson is still a dude but the setup/feels is 2000s bestfriends romcom?? Dont need to imagine girl!house as hugh in drag, unless that floats your boat. Personally I'm casting Lena headey.

What I got so far.

Summary:

Georgina "george" house is the girl wilsons mother warned him about. She's a foul mouthed, ill tempered, insane and insanely hot, beast of a woman. 

Too bad he went and fell in love with her years ago as soon as she flashed him those icy blue eyes while bailing him out of prison. And now she just happens to be the love of his life his bestfriend. 

Also too bad because Georgina house refuses to fall in love with dr. Panty peeler james wilson.

----

Cuddy: Whats she done now?

Wilson: Shes done nothing i know of. I havent seen her all day. Probably off kicking puppies, cooking babies or watching general hospital. Its cameron poking her nose in where it doesnt belong.

Cuddy: Ah. Judging from the level of frustration tho this is still about house. If you know youre sensitive about others picking on the wound that wont heal, thats been festering for more than a decade, you could just do something about it, right?

Wilson: I cant fire cameron. I dont see theres much other-

Cuddy: Or you could ask house out on a date like a normal person.

Wilson: Are you joking? One does not just ask house out on a date. One has to carefully orchestrate a long game she wont spot from a mile away. One has to prove their worth as a suitor by jumping through impossible hoops of fire with the looming threat of death or at the very least maiming, on every corner. She's both the princess and the dragon.

Cuddy: youre scared. Thats valid. Explains the not doing anything and pining for so long. Gotta ask how long youre planning on keeping this up tho. Theres a pool running on when you finally have a mental breakdown, skip everything in between, and just blurt out the proposal. There's also a bet on whether she accepts and another one on how long it takes before the divorce. I didn't put in for the last one, youre welcome.

#hilson #hilson fanfiction #house md #hate crimes md #just a thought I've been having since georgina #maybe I just write the whole thing on tumblr as a series of convos #wouldn't that be fun

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

Tagged by @mistmarauder and I'm pretty sure I'm contractually obligated to do as she says so...

Top Five Blorbos: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Patrick Jane, Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar

Top Five Fandoms: 9-1-1, Fast & Furious, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, The Mentalist, The Witcher

Top Five OTPs: Buddie, Xedgin, whatever the hell Dom/Brian is called (there is so little fanfic for them I am weeping), Jisbon, House/Shenanigans uh I mean House/Wilson/Cuddy

Shoutout to Some New Friends: @princessfbi and @tulipfromtheinternet have been very kind to me, leaving treats out on their porches for me to sniff. I even let them pet me after a few months of slowly earning my trust!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie are two friends I grew closer with this year, and have done a lot to restore my trust in people. They've put up with an unfair amount of prickliness and distrust on my part with grace and love. @evcndiaz has also put up with me dropping into her inbox with fun (horrifying) facts about human anatomy, which earns her a gold medal. And of course @givemeunicorns @devilsbrokerank @captainofthefallen and @extasiswings continue to be my rocks and remind me that there are good people in this world, and that some of those good people might actually love me.

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: Genuinely I feel like with my Halloween fics I have done the best work in my fanfiction career. I'm shocked at how proud I am of the fanfics I put out this year, including my Wednesday fic and my Xedgin fics. It's impossible for me to choose a favorite.

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: @kittykatthetacodemon had me reading fic for fandoms and ships I'm not even in or shipping? she's just that fucking good? holy shit go watch Mag7 and then read her fics just. just do it.

People Who Brightened Your Year: @lisbonsteresa always and forever brightens my days, and it was a delight this year to be in the same fandom again as she got me hooked on The Mentalist, @mistmarauder always makes me laugh even (especially) when she's roasting me, and @extasiswings helped me get away from the real world a couple times when I needed it.

Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention: I'm so grateful to all of my readers, always. Your enthusiasm and comments are what keep me going. Thank you thank you thank you.

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: I'll be honest I have barely read any fanfic this year since I simply haven't had time but a quick shout out again to @kittykatthetacodemon because Mist forced me to read her fanfics at gunpoint and I've never been so happy to be at gunpoint after reading them. I've reread her Hobbs & Shaw fics literally a dozen times, she nails the hysterical over-the-top banter from the F&F films and it has me giggling every time.

Oh and @henswilsons. Forever and always making me laugh with your delightful fics. Never stop, dear.

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: @captain-hen so many times I see a gifset that makes me insane and it's by you, you menace. @like-the-rest-of-la lovely art from a lovely person. @bucksketch you make art that has me screeching and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. @mistmarauder your podfics, babe, you know how much I adore them. Um I'm terrible at remembering urls (I'm even worse with names). Uh. Um. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh... *we're all still waiting days later*

Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024: 9-1-1 SEASON SEVEN BABEEEEEEY

#tagging thing #about mads

[daily-crowley]

TELL ME ABT YOUR OTHER HYPERFIXATIONS!! Mine are currently Loki, ofmd, good omens, and Hozier :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG!

There’s a few hyperfixations of mine I’m always talking about but right now there’s 3 main ones.

1. The Boys

2. Invincible

3. Peacemaker

The Boys is the main one; I loved it since it came out back in 2019. I moved on sometime after S3 ended and I found another hyperfixation but now new content is coming out with S4 so I’m back on my The Boys bullshit. I’m a Butchlander shipper, BILLY BUTCHER AND HOMELANDER CONSUME MY THOUGHTS. I AM BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO! I need them to kiss…. And-and more. Anthony Starr and Karl Urban are my current celebrity crushes that I’m only able to think about. If you follow me in insta it’s just been The Boys 24/7 that I’ve talked about since new content started dropping thanks to S4. HOMELANDER IS MY BABYGIRL I WILL DEFEND HIM I DON’T CARE FOR HIS CRIMES I DON’T CARE IF I’M SUPPOSE TO HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM. BILLY BUTCHER MY GOTH BOYFRIEND I WILL DIE IF YOU DIE. HE CANT DIE, HE JUST CAN’T. S4 teaser was insane, so much was going on, Black Noir is back?! And Jeffrey Dean Morgan is joining the cast! AND TEAMING UP WITH BUTCHER?! They said that trailer was just a scratch on the surface of what happens, wasn’t even a trailer just a teaser but it had so much going on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’T JUST A SMALL TASTE OF S4?! I’m scared but excited. I’m nervous but excited (Billy if you fucking die on me- that’s what I’m most worried about)

Invincible is my other current hyperfixation, S1 was so good and I can’t wait for S2 to continue. They should’ve dropped all the episodes at once that way I don’t have to wait but whatever. Vigilante is my little meow meow from Peacemaker. I love Adrian so much, hate that I gotta wait till like 2025-2026 for S2 possibly.

My other interests that I talk about all the time (not currently much though thanks to The Boys) are:

• NATM/JedTavius

• Venom/SymBrock

• SamBucky/Marvel in general

• FNAF

• Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Maleficent

• The Simpsons

Night at The Museum came out when I was 7, I’m 24 now, I haven’t moved on. It was my first hyperfixation and ship before I even knew what that all meant. I’ve written like 30 JedTavius fics. I’m a Venom fan first and a Spider-Man hater second. I will defend Venom at all times and Eddie and him are definitely in love. When the FNAF film came out it brought me back to my FNAF phase, Foxy’s my favourite with Bonnie being second. I watched the film about 20 times. Then in November I started a personal rewatch challenge on Insta where I watched it all month long. Meaning I’ve probably watched it at least 50 times and I still haven’t gotten sick of it (also I love the Josh Hutcherson whistle meme. I don’t care how much people hate it I think it’s funny.) I’m a huge Marvel fan, I literally grew up with the comics, I’m not kidding those were read to me as my bedtime stories. My favourite characters are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as a result I ship them. I never shipped Stucky, that never made sense to me whilst Sam and Bucky have so much chemistry. Sam Wilson is everything to me, I adore SamCap he’s MY Captain America (still love Steve though!) Roger Rabbit is my favourite fictional character of all time, my biggest comfort character. Growing up I really tried to base my personality off of him, the world might be obsessed with Jessica Rabbit but I’m obsessed with Roger. People need to draw, edit, and cosplay him as much as they do Jessica. I’ve been a huge Simpsons fan since I was like 10 and my mother dropped me off at my aunts house and she left leaving me alone with my cousin who was watching The Simpsons and it took off from there. Nelson Muntz is my funky little son and they need to make Nelisa canon. Maleficent is my favourite Disney character (actually like quite a bit of Disney, second favourite character being Donald Duck) I based a lot of my style around her, and I have a lot of Maleficent collectibles. I absolutely love the Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent films (totally ship her with Diaval).

There’s a few other things that I really, really love. I’m also a huge horror fan my favourite being Chucky/Child’s Play as well as Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not 3D), Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. Sanrio, Kuromi is my favourite second is Pochacco, I really love animated films and cartoons. IT, Monster High, and more. I’m also a collector of all these things.

So there you have it. Those are all my hyperfixation and fandom’s that I’m in. Right now especially those first 3 that I talked about (seriously can you tell I really like The Boys? Lol)

#got a little carried away at the end there and started talking about some other stuff that I love #you probably know a lot more about me than you wanted to I’m not sorry

[ladysophiebeckett]

I read you think Freddy knew about Armando and Betty or at least suspected something weird was going on (Wilson most likely too). At Inesita’s house, it was obvious that something was happening to Armando and it had to do with Betty, but the night at the bar the day she returned to Ecomoda, do you think Freddy suspected that Armando had feelings for Betty? We, as the audience, know that everything Freddy said about having a loved one looking more beautiful than ever and picturing them with someone else at that very moment was painful, which voiced out loud exactly what Armando was thinking judging by his reactions, but do you think Freddy picked up on that?

El Cuartel should have discussed this piece of gossip with Freddy because they notice Betty is being really cold with Armando and know they definitely had a falling out, but Freddy knows for a fact that Armando supports her presidency and admires her a lot, and also gets really defensive about her (well they all know that because they saw how upset he became with the dude that wanted to dance with Betty who wouldn’t take no for an answer). Anyways, I just can’t believe they didn’t suspect anything sooner. I guess this is one of the most unbelievable parts tbh or how about when Armando went insane trying to contact Betty when they told him she was gonna quit and yet they still didn’t think his feelings were genuine? Even after they found out he broke up with Marcela for good, didn’t do anything with Alejandra, not even Inesita, of all people, dared to think he was jealous for real? (She does pick up on this later when she sees his desperation, but not before he had a breakdown and destroyed Mario’s office). I’ve seen people say Armando and Mario share one brain cell, but also El Cuartel sometimes 😂

I can't take credit for the Freddy knowing addition, one of my mutuals added that and i had to go back the episode to confirm. And also super agree(!!). If Freddy suspected it at Inesita's house, then the scene in bar the night of Betty's return confirms it. let me get the caps:

like why is freddy saying 'y, usted?' for? he knows that something happened between them but freddy is discrete. (like, everyone at ecomoda knows about armando's infidelities towards marcela, why wouldn't Freddy, who takes care of armando's car, has access to armando's apartment and probably took care of that dog that disappeared---why wouldn't he know about betty and armando?). he's the closest employee to armando that's not betty.

going back to the bar convo--yes i think Freddy picked up on it, lol.

el curatel was never gonna discuss that with freddy bc, well they didnt know he had important information, but also bc he was only sometimes an honorary member. they themselves wouldn't have discussed this with freddy bc they would say its not his business. (son cosas de mujeres). cuartel loves gossip but they're hit and miss with their investigations. they never suspected be The Quiet One to be having an affair with her boss (this aside from the fact that Betty is 'ugly' (we know she isn't but thats how they perceive her).

Bertha is actually the closest person in el cuartel to finding out about the affair. She literally saw them leave the exhibit together and Armando shut her down quick from saying anything to Marcela. So it's very convenient that she gets sent away bc of her pregnancy right when everything at la junta directiva is coming to light. convenient also that her return to ecomoda is also the day that betty returns to ecomoda. the one person that could have pieced part of it together while armando was on a binge and betty was away, was also missing in action.

Regarding when not believing Armando and not telling him where Betty is--I think part of it is that they know what he did and that doesn't exactly give them incentive to help him (on top of Betty giving instructions not to tell him). At least that's how Aura Maria feels about it, bc she's the one who doesn't waver and also the last one to support Armando at the end (I mean the eps of the arrival of Michel).

They're not completely dumb bc whenever Betty is sad or upset, they notice it but they never know the reason why bc Betty wont tell them. Tho they're heart is often times in the right place, they're very nosey and get caught very easily. That's why Betty doesn't tell them everything. (probably why Freddy doesnt either).

#ysblf #anon #ask #bertha is often in very important scenes #we need her to get the plan going #and also the day betty reads the letter and shes crying in the bathroom #they're all like 'whats wrong?' #and bertha herself says 'don armando must have done something to her' #she was right on the money #she's a chismosa but she was never wrong

[my-lover]

2/3 through s2 character updates

Chase-genuinely was confused he was Australian and not British NOT because I’m ignorant lol but because before I ever saw House I was obsessed with Jesse Williams character in Winning London, the Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie in which he plays a British man! Him almost clapping after House is finished juggling and says “what, no applause?” This poor boy has so many daddy issues

Foreman-honestly love him! I appreciate his level-headedness and his ability to relate to patients. He’s not blindly compassionate like Cameron but he cares a lot and uses what he has to to get through to people. I didn’t think he needed to try being the boss lmao but I get why he thought he did

Cameron-oh sweetheart. I feel like we’ve seen a dip in her after the beginning of s2, and it’s not her fault! Like the writers are kinda just ignoring her after the House stuff so I’m waiting for them to remember we love her again

House-what is he dooooing to poor Wilson like you’re gonna stop him from moving but then be a dick?? Is this because he’s worried they’re getting too close and needs to pull pigtails to cover his tracks? While not wanting to actually put distance between them and let him move out.

Wilson-we all love Wilson but my god if I had a friend irl that could not stop cheating on his partners I’d be so over him!! Please sir go to therapy!! Which is funny because he’s always telling House he should be bettering himself.

Do you have any favorite episodes in season 1 or 2 (before episode 17 because I’m on 16 as we speak)?

"Jesse Spencer LMAOO Jesse Williams is of course another dreamy doctor from Grey’s Anatomy House just wants to push Wilson so much to see if he’ll still love him 😭 my guy 😭 just ask for a kiss"

LOVEEE your thoughts so far omg !! it's so interesting seeing it from someone else's perspective !! i think you got it so right. the writers definitelyy forget cameron exists for an arc or two, haha, but i do really enjoy what they /eventually/ end up doing with her character. i really liked foreman for a while ! the end of season 2 flipped that on its head, though, and now i kind of just appreciate him for what he does to the plot / story structure

AND YESSS i just finished s2 on my own rewatch, and the hilson moments are CRAZY !! insane !! i adore their domestic era, but god house is possibly the worst roommate i can imagine hahah and yes !! i loveee wilson, but omg he would drive me insane. i think it's hilarious how big of a hypocrite he is and i love him for it

i think my favourite eps are definitely house & wilson's prank war in s2, and i just adore three stories from s1 !! what about you ??

and also i cracked UP at jesse williams hahaha omg i also love him in grey's <33

#ask #ninazenikvibes

[thekidsarentalright]

Atlas i just watched the season 2 finale of House and it’s making me go insane i literally kept stopping and whispering “holy shit” idek what to say but like first of all the fact that there’s a whole entire Point, like a Thesis, about trust… like trust in both directions between House and the team (and Cuddy and Wilson although the point there was more LACK of trust) also i looooove that even though the whole thing was. apparently. a hallucination it gave me the chance to giggle and kick my feet bc holllly crap i love seeing Cameron get Worse. like she mellowed out a bit in season 2 but DID SHE REALLY No she is still Bonkers. everyone here is bonkers. no punches pulled. i’m feeling crazy rn about this skskjghsk

SOOO sorry it took me a bit to answer this but oughh my god yeah, one thing you’re gonna find w house season finales is that they’re all just absolutely insane. like. i always forget Just how insane season 2’s is bc the rest just. ramp up exponentially. i have so many thoughts on this i could ramble abt it forever but YEAH honestly the fact it was All a hallucination made up by house’s made makes me even crazier about the themes of trust of both others and yourself and seeing how each person is characterized like. that is literally how house’s mind sees everything in increasing stages of desperate insanity as he’s like. going into critical condition after being shot???? and ig in his mind cameron is as bonkers insane as ever. i love it so much augh

#thank u for this ask i live for seeing ppls first thoughts experiencing house #it is just such an incredibly interesting show w how it tackles themes of like reality and mortality and morality #and i feel like this season finale is when it was first done like. Really well. get ready for it to just get More Insane #now i need to go watch this ep i forgot how much i love it #asks #lu 🫶

[oriley42]

Can you tell us more about Wilson's POV from realizing he's in love with House and deciding to arrange a whole fake wedding and House pushing him away when Wilson tries to kiss him and saying he won't come running and the confession scene when he puts his cards on the table? I know you had Wilson discuss it in Chapter 6 and I loved it so much but I'm greedy for more because oh my godddd that's insane (affectionate)

Hi anon, absolutely! Putting it under a read-more bc it got kinda long 😅

His first move, as we saw, was to cling to a beautiful damsel in distress and Repress™ literal seconds after having an earth shattering Oh God He's The One moment--we can skip past that, to him looking at engagement rings and thinking "oh ho, and once I'm engaged again, I can stroll right into House's office and he can't turn me away!" and then. I imagine him just sitting right down on the concrete curb. and going. "hmm. am I more excited to manipulate House into seeing me than I am to get engaged to my lovely girlfriend?" and realizing that despite all the layers of forced ignorance of his own feelings that yes, that is the case.

Cue going home to Julie, attempting to hash this out with her ("it's not that I don't love you...I just am also in love with my deranged pet wedding planner.") Julie, sensibly, is not moved by this, and leaves. Wilson finds he's relieved, which confirms that this was--despite being extremely scary and counter his usual instincts--the right call. Now, Wilson has time to Ponder. He wishes he could talk to someone like Cuddy about this, but then it would get back to Stacy and inevitably House, and Wilson knows he has to approach this Just Right, because he's on his last chance. He can't blow it by just talking to House about it--now that would be insanity. House would be halfway to California before Wilson got through "I love you"! Not to mention it wouldn't be Romantic. It Must Be Romantic, and Big, and Extra, or it wouldn't be worthy of the big extra romantic messed up thing he and House have.

Which is when he realizes: hey, the engagement idea? Still has merit! No actual fiancée required! (Would Wilson have made these Choices if he'd talked about his plans with literally anyone? If absolutely any other human being had heard his Scheme and been able to offer feedback on its, how to put it, loopiness? Who's to say….) So, he gathers up his courage, and blusters into House's office. And it works! He tells House to his face "I'm in love and this time, I'm not letting anything get in my way" and sure, maybe House doesn't get it yet, but he will!

And just as Wilson hoped, they're quickly spending sooo much time together, and it's romantic. They're drunk and babbling about invitation typography and Wilson has just gotta kiss him, this is it, House will kiss him back and Wilson can pop the "I'm single xoxo" surprise and they can ride off into the sunset--

And then House pushes him away. And Wilson's really scared because he thought he was on his last chance but it's actually worse, he's past that. He's on chance negative-one. He can't just pull out the "haha Julie's long gone, actually! also i'm in love with you and maybe always have been, how about you and I get hitched since we're on the topic." Not now. House is cold. He needs to be softened up. He needs to remember how good they were together. He needs to be able to imagine their future together. He needs to know that Wilson isn't just reaching for him because he's lonely, he's committed to House this time, he's choosing him. And what better way to do that, then to keep planning a wedding--their wedding?

So, they do all the wedding things, and Wilson makes sure at every turn that this is about them, for them. House says he hates weddings, but he clearly doesn't hate this, and Wilson knows if he could just get House to slow down and see marriage not as a prison but a promise, he would want it. It would make him happy, Wilson knows it (Wilson Knows Best), because House is needy and selfish and terrified of abandonment and if he could just believe that marriage would fix all that, then it could, because Wilson would give it all to him, forever...

And House is his friend again, but it's getting close to the wedding date, and House shows no signs of cracking or figuring it out. Wilson leaves it as late as he can, but now it's the night before and House still hasn't said anything (would it kill the guy to express a shred of feeling? well. yes.) so fine, Wilson is done playing games (for now), he goes to House's place and waits for him to turn up. And House falls right into his arms and oh fuck, why did Wilson wait so long, but it's delicious to taste all that pent up furious raging desire so really it's all working out. And this--this is the proof. House wants him back. Now all Wilson has to do is get down on one knee and whip out the ring, and sure, House will say no at first and maybe flip out a little and Wilson might have to sit on him to keep him from bolting away, but that's okay, because House loves him too Wilson can tell and that's all Wilson needed to be 100% confident in his absolutely ridiculous plan. House loves him, and so tomorrow, they are going to get married. The End.

Wilson definitely kept telling himself that this is The Only Way, happily ignoring the many other ways that exist. And that is why he and House are perfect for each other, because their broken worldviews slot together and complement each other so messily yet perfectly. Also, because absurd and hurtful deception is literally their foreplay.

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Eight

Summary: After assisting the new Captain America and Sargent Barnes to defeat the Flag Smashers, Joaquin Torres is on leave, visiting Sam’s family in Louisiana. He expected to make some new memories with the Wilsons and his new friend Bucky Barnes. What he did not expect, was a face from the past he was trying so desperately to forget.

But this small vacation will not be a peaceful one. New enemies are lurking in the background, and they know one thing - the only way to hit hard, is to hit home.

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Reader

Warning: TW! MINORS DNI! Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Character death, canon level violence

Word Count: 4.3K (approx.) it's a big one

Note: First, a big apology for the late post. My end-semester exams are offline I have to study a lot and make notes (the usual) I was extremely worked up to write the chapters but it's here now.

We get a glance at Reader's and Joaquin's past. it jumps between the past and present. It's a dream-like sequence and you will know at the end of this chapter why is it so. Hope you like it :)

a/n - italics are flashbacks and the character's own thoughts. bold italics are echos of other character's voices

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Tuscany 2018

Last night was a dream he was still trying to wake up from. He couldn’t shake the feeling of utter bliss no matter what.

   “Fijate por donde vas Joaquin!” (Watch where you’re walking, Joaquin) He stopped just before he crashed into the doorframe of the kitchen.

   “What has gotten into you? You are daydreaming!” his Abuela shouted from the stove. She was wearing the same faded pink apron that she wore for as long as he could remember and stirring the pan.

   “Let Y/N know I’m making Chilli Con Carne from scratch and would love to see her for once. It’s been months since you bought her home.”

   “Okay, I will.” He said as he closed the door behind him.

Instead of taking his pickup, he decided to walk to her house. The perks of living in a small town can be that everything is nearby. The farthest home in Tuscany was a 20-minute walk from his, and her apartment building was a 7-minute walk.

He walked to the apartment complex and rang the doorbell. Her parents were supposed to return tomorrow and she wanted to go out for the day with him. Just the two of us. He waited for a long time but no answer came in. He rang the doorbell fur more times and… still the same.

He called her phone. The number you’re trying to call is currently switched off. Please try again later. Panic starts to build up in his chest as he ran to her window and called her. “Y/N!”. No answer.

   “Baby, if this is a joke, I’m not having it you’re scaring me.” No answer.

   “Y/N!”

   “Shut the hell up dude!” A guy poked his head out of the window above hers. “What’s your problem?” he looked really annoyed.

   “Sorry, I was just calling out to Y/N.”

   “Y/N? She’s Y/L/N’s daughter, right?” he asked.

   “Yeah.” He screamed back

   “They left this morning.” He declared.

   “What?”

   “Yeah bro, caused a whole commotion, packed all their things, and left like, an hour ago. You don't know?" the man screamed.

That doesn’t make any sense. How could she just… leave? She told him she would meet him today. What’s happening?

Just then, he heard the guy scream, “Watch out!” as he pointed toward the road. A car was racing towards him at full speed. He stepped out just in time for it to crash into the side of the building.

   “Are you okay? Should I call the ambulance?” he screamed at Joaquin.

   “No! No, I’m fine.”

He gathered himself as he ran towards the car to see if someone was injured. He looked out the half-opened window to see the car was totally empty, and an insane amount of dust on the driver's seat.

What. The. Fuck?

And then, the screaming started.

---/---/---

You woke up in a blissful state. Smiling, you remembered the events of last night. He dropped you at your home and helped you climb back to your room. He then climbed up to your window and kissed goodbye, whispering, “I have to get back, Abuela is alone at home. But tomorrow we’re going to wander around the town and do whatever we want.” You got up and walked outside your room, closing the door behind you. The way his hands grabbed your waist every time you rolled your hips, his lips never leaving your neck as he kissed you breathless, his hair between your fingers when you caressed his head while doing so, and his-

   “About time you showed up.” Her cold voice cut through your trail of thoughts. You paused to look at the darkened living room of your house. A silhouette stands in front of the kitchen window, light pouring around her, her face invisible.

But you already knew who it was.

How?

Your mother steps out of the light towards you, her hands behind her back. “Where were you?” Jesus, you could smell the cigarette from five feet apart.

   “In my room,” you replied. Trying to stay calm, taking deep breaths.

   “Oh honey, I was asking about last night.” She smiled at you and looked towards the TV.

You never felt fear like that ever in your entire life, as you watched yourself on the TV getting out of your window to Joaquin. And fast-forwarded to you getting in two hours later. Everything that happened last night, but from a third perspective. From the sofa, you saw your father turn to you, the remote in his hands.

There was a camera near your window. Hidden somewhere you couldn't notice. And your parents caught you in the act. “You really thought we would let you live without looking at you?” Your father said from the sofa. You felt bile rise in your throat, your legs became jelly sensing what was going to happen next. The sting on your skin, the nails digging into your flesh, and the face of your mother looming over you as you lose your senses.

   “Tell me. Was it worth it? Whoring around town with a guy!” she screamed as you backed up towards the main entrance.

   “How much did he pay you? Or did you do it for free?” the vile words left your father’s mouth. You tried to back towards the front door, words ringing in your ears – one more step and I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you myself!

And then your mother screamed, “One more step and I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you myself!”

How did you know what she was trying to say?

   “You intolerable bitch! We did everything to keep you safe and well, and this is how you repay us? Sleeping with a guy, losing your innocence?” she inched closer to you and spat at your feet.

   “He is nothing to us! You were supposed to marry a man we chose for you and you are to be with him for your entire life! Do you understand?" your father shouted.

And then you felt it. A sudden surge of courage through you. And for the first time in your life, you screamed back.

   “He is not some guy! Joaquin is the kindest person I’ve ever met and he loves me. And I love him back!”

Your mother laughed. She threw her head back and laughed, the sound piercing through the dark atmosphere.

   “Love? Do you know what love is, silly girl? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Who would love you? You are nothing, he doesn’t love you. Nobody does. He probably told you that to get to sleep with you!”

   “No, you’re wrong.” You spoke up.

You felt a gust of wind on your back, pushing you forward. You looked back to see the door was closed.

What?

What happened next confirmed your suspicions. One moment you are standing in your living room, and the next moment you are sitting in a car, hands tied, mouth gagged, with your parents in the front.

You frantically looked around to see you were traveling at full speed. You could tell you missed something really big, you could sense it. This was not supposed to go like this.

“Now that you’re sitting still, I’ll tell you where we’re going.” Your mother turned from the front seat to look at you.

You were thrashing around with all your might as your mother held you down, your father holding your legs as he bound them with rope. You kicked him in the face and your mother let out a screech and punched your head. Your vision became blurry, but you fought as hard as you could. And you felt your father pick you up, limbs bound and mouth gagged, and carry you downstairs, throwing you in the backseat of their car. You drifted off, unable to scream, and the heavy weight of your head engulfed you.

Okay, something was definitely wrong because this has already happened, every detail of the day rushing through your brain at once. And you knew what was going to happen next.

You tried to scream, to move or alert your parents but your body didn’t listen. It was like you were sitting in the front row, watching the worst day of your life unfold in front of your very eyes.

   “We’re heading to Delacroix where we’re gonna lay low for a while until we come up with something.” She then turned to your father, “Should we talk to Jefferson about her? Doesn't he run an improvement program? She'll probably get her head straight after she gets there."

No, no, no no! Look at the road!

You were screaming in your head, but no sound came out of your mouth. You were trapped inside your body, at least in your consciousness.

Y/N, it’s not real.

You heard him. Joaquin.

Your body moved, pushing the rag out of your mouth with your tongue. It shook its head and opened its mouth. As you realized what was about to happen, you braced yourself.

   “You’re not throwing me away in a program! I will not go! You’re mental! You both have lost your goddamn minds!"

Your father turned to you along with your mother, “What did you say?”

Baby, wake up! This isn’t real

Your body takes a deep breath and says, “I’m done doing your bidding. I know what you’re about to say, that you’re doing this because you love me. You never loved me! If you did, I wouldn’t be sitting here bound in ropes. You’re evil. Both of you!”

   “HEYYYY!” your father let out a roar, and if this was another day you would have stepped back, but not today.

You could already see the truck from the corner of your eye before the collision happened. You winced as the words left your mother’s mouth, the last she will ever speak, “You destroyed this family and you will destroy that boy you’ve been playing with.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn and you see Joaquin sitting beside you, still in his sweats, blood trickling down his forehead, just like the last time you saw him.

   “It’s okay, this has already happened. You will be okay.”

The full force of a 4500-pound day truck hit the side of the car, and you went flying backward.

---/---/---

Joaquin scanned the area, breathing heavily. He looked around to see he was still in the graveyard. The funeral was over and she was meeting some of her parents' friends a few feet away. She asked him if she could do this alone. He looked down at himself to see he was wearing a black suit. What... was he not sitting on a sofa five minutes ago? With Y/N.

A throbbing pain emerged in his head as he thought of it. She would be walking to him now, holding his hand and asking him to take her away. She stayed with him until she moved to Michigan. They would return back to his house, he would run his fingers through her hair as she fell asleep in his room, and he would sleep on the mattress on the floor.

Joaquin!

Her voice rippled through his thoughts, further confusing him.

Why does this feel like a memory?

Her hand slipped through his as he looked at her. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair was already disheveled, although Abuela braided it this morning. He didn’t say anything. He knew he looked terrible at his mother’s funeral.

   “Let’s leave, it’s over.” She gave him a pained smile.

He agrees and squeezes her hand. He looked around to see only people her parent’s age at the funeral, no family. Not that she ever mentioned any other than her parents.

   “It was a miracle, honestly. Surviving solely in an accident that killed 20 people?"

   "I heard she saw them burning in front of her eyes. Poor kid.”

She inched closer to him and he wrapped his hand around her, knowing she heard that too.

He was in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed while she was lying on it. Her face looked tired under the yellow bed lamplight.

Wait, how did this…

Joaquin! Can you hear me?

He saw her lips, they were closed. But she just called his name. Didn’t she? He covered her with a blanket and caressed her hair. She was lying still, deep in her thoughts. He knew what she was thinking.

He could stop her, he could change this.

   “Good night, Joaquin.” She whispers, squeezing his hand with hers, his full-sleeved shirt running down her wrists.

Her wrists. They were read. Almost as if somebody… bound them.

Joaquin! Wake up!

He heard her again. But he was already getting up. “Good night, Hermosa.” He switches off the light and lies down on the mattress on the floor. The only thing he wanted to do right now was to hold her and let her know it was going to be alright. But he knew she wanted space, and he respected that.

   “Joaco.” He turned towards her voice to see her standing in front of him. Her mood was a bit off, not because of the funeral, but the fever. He stood up and walked to her.

   “What’s happening?” he asked her in bewilderment. The last thing he remembered was a woman hitting her head with a Glock.

   “It’s a memory. Look.” She points towards his mattress, and he watches his younger self, sleeping. He looks at her, her face devastated.

   “I…” she never got to complete the sentence as they were sucked into a void, falling through the dark.

---/---/---

You were standing in an empty classroom. It was huge, the desks of the classroom were stacked in an arena fashion, and the blackboard was empty. It was oddly familiar.

   “Y/N?” Joaquin’s voice came from behind you.

You turn and see him standing in front of you. “What is this place?” he asks looking around. “I have no idea.” You answer him. Your vision travels around the place and lands on the opened door. You could see a hallway, and an age-old fountain right in the middle of the grassy courtyard. The one you sat near for three whole years to read after completing lectures.

It was Michigan University. Your alma mater.

   “Weren’t we in Alaska?” you ask him in confusion. “Yeah.” He answers, sensing something was wrong.

Your answer as you run to step out of the classroom is, "This is my university; we're in Michigan." He runs after you screaming, “it’s another memory! Y/N wait!” but you crossed the threshold of the classroom door and instantly regretted it.

You knew what it was before you even looked at your younger self. You were standing in the corridors overlooking the courtyard. Joaquin appeared next to you as you looked at the courtyard. Standing under the downpour of rain five years ago. The day you broke up.

   “You stopped calling, stopped answering my text, I just came to see if you’re alright.” He said sincerely.

   “I was busy, just a lot of studies.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. You couldn’t.

It has been four months since the blip since the day your parents passed away. And you moved out of Tuscany to start at Michigan. Four months of constant nightmares, your mother’s ghostly voice telling you you will destroy him. That absolutely devastating thought is coursing through your mind right now.

   “Are you okay?”

You look up at him, your eyes brimming with tears already. “Yeah.” You look at each other for a while, playing a game. His eyes searched yours and yours avoiding his. You saw the exact moment he realized what this was, what you were doing. His shoulders slumped and he took a step closer to you. The rain poured still.

But you continued, “I’m sorry if I ever hurt you, Joaquin. But I can’t do this anymore.” He held your shoulders, his eyes brimming with tears.

   “It was a fling. Nothing else” you say.

You hear him take a sharp breath. As you looked to your left, you noticed him looking at the scene with a straight face, showing no emotion at all.

He didn’t say anything. He looked at you in confusion. Rain poured around you like the first time you confessed, only this time, it wasn’t the truth.

   “No, no. No Y/N. Y/N, baby it isn’t true.” He stepped ahead and took your face in his hands. “Why are you saying this? You know it isn’t true.” And you didn’t know how you saw it. However, in the midst of standing under a thunderstorm, you saw a tear fall down his eyes.

   “I love you. I love you Y/N. Don't- don’t do this” he whispered.

Bile rose to your throat; you were sick of yourself. You felt sick of yourself. You couldn’t break. Not after you have committed the false act of defiance. Your heart screamed to be heard over your brain, screaming this was wrong. Don’t do it. Break the only pure thing you ever owned. His heart.

And so, you hammered the final nail in the coffin.

   “I’m with someone else. I'm sorry." You uttered the words and could feel how much it hurt him. He had become rigid. His hands fall off of your face.

You didn’t dare look him in the eyes knowing you would break. The wave of emotions you were feeling right now would overcome your façade.

A helpful hand on the sidewalk, a protective arm around you at the party, a loving hug on the basketball court, a fiery kiss under the stars, a supportive shoulder at the funeral…

   “Don’t call me” you say looking down at the puddle forming where you two stood. You turned and walked away.

“We should leave," Joaquin said. He tried to step back, but he couldn’t move. It was as if someone wanted them to go through this again.

When you thought you couldn't bleed anymore, you thought you couldn't hurt yourself more after you committed this unthinkable act. You heard him.

“I love you”.

Your legs betrayed you and you stopped. Your whole being wanted to do nothing but run back to him, in his arms and hold him until you went numb. But that voice in your head. The last words of your mother’s, they ricocheted-

   “You destroyed this family and you will destroy that boy you’ve been playing with.”

You kept walking. Despite the protests of your heart.

And then you heard a scream.

   “I love you. I love you Y/N, I LOVE YOU!!!” you’ve never heard another anguished wail like that. He was in pain and you caused it. You were the reason he was breaking.

You kept walking. You sobbed, but it was nothing compared to his pain.

You knew what happened next. Joaquin never called, just like you asked him to, and you drowned yourself in tears and alcohol for days in your dorm room. The only way to keep your mother’s face out of your dreams. And then you got to work, studied until you fainted. No proper sleep or food for three years of your degree.

Joaquin says "I can't move," his face expressionless like he did not just see your breakup seconds ago.

Joaquin and you stood there like statues as the scenes from your memories rapidly changed.

A little girl curling up, hiding in her closet as the door opens, her mother holding a belt, her face murderous. She screamed as her mother raised the belt.

Joaquin ran through a practice lap with a team of boys as his instructor screamed at him to run faster. He had a buzzcut and had a huge bag on his back.

An older couple took the girl with them, where she grew up on their farm. Counting the stars with her grandpa, and baked with her grandma. And then standing in a graveyard, overlooking their graves as her father held her wrist in a deathly grip.

Then a boy standing in the same spot, hiding behind his mother’s skirt as she laid flowers on his father’s grave. Kissing it for the final time as she left the country.

Abuela wiped her tears as she hugged Joaquin at the airbase, him standing tall in his airman uniform. His first tour. She hands him a photograph big enough to fit in his wallet, his parents on their wedding day, his father hugging both his mother and Abuela. He smiles.

While receiving your nursing degree at graduation, you look into the audience knowing no one is cheering for you. No one is waiting outside to congratulate you as you pose in front of your Alma Mater smiling like everyone else. You drive home alone.

Your first kiss in the rain, reading in the library, dancing at the party holding each other close, not a worry in the world about what is next.

Joaquin pulled off his helmet as he jumped on his jeep, watching Sam fly above him in the desert. He looks absolutely shocked as Bucky rips off his jacket sleeve and jumps off a plane without a parachute.

   “No, no, no!” you hear him scream. You look at him and see him looking at you in horror.

   “What was the last thing you remember?” he asks. You try to remember, try to find what happened in Alaska but then the scene in front of you shifts again. He and Sam were sitting in a car as they drove through a grassy terrain.

   “They’re trying to find the base!” He exclaims.

   “Whoa!” you shout and then it hits you. The blood on his forehead. You pull the lever on the control panel.

   “Where are we?" The invisible restraints on your leg vanish. He looked at you in awe as he saw you move. He tried to move his legs but he couldn’t.

They’re waking up. Hurry!

You hear a man’s voice travel through the atmosphere. Unable to take this any longer, you ask, "are we dead?" he replies, "Not yet. But someone wants us to be.”

And you felt it again. The pull on your chest feels like a vacuum pulling you back. You try to hold Joaquin’s hand but you were already falling through a dark black void, screaming.

---/---/---

He woke up with a start. He was lying down on a surgical bed, looking up at the ceiling, he squinted at the light shining directly on his eyes. When he tried to cover his eyes to shield them from the harsh light, he found them bound along his body.

Despite all the training he had been through for hostage situations, panic rose in his chest as he looked around frantically. A dark and dingy room was filled with between five and six men, and the only light was the one above his head. And it was freezing. His legs and hips were numb, due to cold or tiredness, he didn’t know.

His vision was hazy, and the room was moving. He was drugged. There was blood on the floor and he was pretty sure someone wanted him dead, really dead. Y/N was there as well. He couldn't find her with him now.

   “Ah, they’re awake.” He heard the same voice from his dreams coming from his side. Footsteps echoed against metal as a tall man walked in front of him. Covered with layers of clothing from head to toe, Torres could only make out his face, a deep scowl embedded in it. He looked like he was in his late twenties.

   “Who are you?” he asked, gritting his teeth.

   “Oh, I can’t say that.” He tried his finest to fake an American accent, but the European slipped through.

   “Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work”

   “How do you know that?” he asked in amusement

   “The Avengers-“

   “The Avengers will not do anything. They left you to fend for yourself in the middle of nowhere, they don’t know if you’re dead or alive. And we did a pretty good job making a false trial, they will be following it for a while.” He laughed.

   “We tried to do this the easy way. Searching your mind for something we desperately need. But we ran out of what was left of our precious drug, and you woke up. So, we have to do this the hard way.” he bent down, his face on his level and now he can clearly see him. 

A tiny nose compared to his large form, and parts of red hair peeking out from beneath his hood. He looked oddly familiar. He said what he knew they would ask for sure, “You’re going to tell us where the new SHIELD base is, how to get in, how to get out, their entire security protocol, everything you know. Or-“

He looked at someone standing out of his eyeshot, he heard a crunch, and she screamed. It washed over him like a tide of fear and anger. “Let her go!” he screamed. He could actually feel his blood boiling. Y/N was here. With him.

As he wrestled against the restraints, trying to reach the man in front of him, he took a fistful of his hair and slammed it on the rod behind him

   "-It's your pretty little girl who gets hurt.”

His eyes were colder than the atmosphere around him. Unforgiving. There was no doubt he could kill someone, or the fact that he already has.

   “She’s a nurse, right? I'm curious to know how she fixes her own bones.” He laughed, and he heard four or five more people laugh around him.

   "Let's go.”

Another man, someone younger than the one in front of him, opened his restraints. He grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him like he weighed nothing. He tried to stand up, and fight back but he was limp, the effects of whatever drug they used on him had not worn out. He tried to catch a glance at Y/N as he was being dragged out of the room, but the door closed. The last thing he heard was a wail from her lips.

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thoughts on cuddy's ending?

Oh. My. God. Nonnie!!!!! *takes a deep breath*

I HATED IT!!!!!!!! Cuddy as a character has always worked against the show's (*coughs* misogynistic) logic (not to mention House's logic), she's the driving force behind a vast majority of instances!!!!! The light, the heart of it all!!!! (no wonder the s8 filter is so dark djdjdjdjksk) After seven years of being a series regular, she deserved so much better. Hell, she deserved so much better while she was still a part of the show!!! Buuuuut, me being me, I had to figure out an in-universe explanation for *gestures vaguely* whatever that finale was and an explanation that satisfied me well enough (It's dark. I'm a fan of the imaginary friend!Wilson theory, ofc it's freaking dark), so here you go (read at your own risk):

Okay so, Cuddy's primary purpose at the beginning of the show is to be House's narrative foil, right? He rebels against authority -> she's authority personified. He's "the outlaw" and she's all about "the rules". But then there's s2 and by the end of it, they start to blend into one another for the first time (there are little tiny clues at the beginning of the season tho, like Cuddy's famous computer password, that imply that she might not be your classic uptight overachieving boss lady WHICH I ADORE ABOUT HER #cuddyfanclub4everrrr)... or better yet they (just as the audience) start noticing the similarities that have always been there, but weren't acknowledged. One giant parallel that was developed with time has to do with the way their bodies betrayed both of them (which will later happen to Wilson as well :/) and it's maddeningly interesting. But it also positions Cuddy as the heart of the show for the first time because House finds her ways of dealing with her situation admirable. Ridiculous! But admirable. (not to say that chronic pain equals infertility, but you get what I mean) Which is kind of like his whole perception of her, almost like she shouldn't even exist, Cuddy is that contrasted with the world from House's perspective. This is why he mocks her, he's trying to find the "real" truth within her, because she just can't be carrying her truth for everyone to see like she does (can be applied to Wilson too, tho Wilson is, if you ask me, more intertwined with House's identity than Cuddy is, I feel like House views Wilson as the best part of himself and Cuddy as someone whose existence symbolises something larger and brighter than who he is), she must somehow be as awful as everyone else is, horrible like he is. (what he doesn't get here is that he's the only person who gets to see that truth so easily and it's not a decision Cuddy has made consciously, it's a decision she didn't even know she was making) BUT!!!!! She proves him wrong (almost) every time. Because Cuddy genuinely is caring and kind and patient and loving. And when s7 comes to an end, Cuddy has done what House would have done if he was in her shoes. She broke up with him and that decision brought her closer to the part of House that House hates, closer to everyone else. What House does in the s7 finale is the ultimate act of self-hatred, you know? It's terrifyingly twisted and more insane than perhaps anything he's ever done. He's crashing into Cuddy's house, but his aim is to destroy himself. And scare Cuddy away, scare her so much that she never comes back. I think House needs that knowledge of a certain light or hope being out there, just a proof of its existence, even if it doesn't directly affect him at that point and I don't think he realizes he needs that kind of assurance, not before he loses Cuddy completely. Because that's when he starts to worry that he might have changed her, not necessarily for the worse, but made her a little more like the rest of the world (which is such a faulty assumption, but that's House for ya), a thought planted by Cameron back in s6.

#i have... complicated feelings about house's character downgrade in s7. sometimes i'm like... happy doesn't mean boring writers!!!! #and sometimes i'm like... negative development is a valid thing too #house m.d. #lisa cuddy #meta #restless wind inside a letter box💌 #lisa cuddy is my favourite superhero #that's my best friend lisa cuddy is my best friend

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”

#batfam #dc #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #oracle #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #stephanie brown #spoiler #cassandra cain #batgirl #duke thomas #signal #damian wayne #robin #alfred pennyworth #comment your fav #or don't #maybe ill do one for the arrow fam #idk #im beginning to Lose It guys #quarantinelife #batsinquarantine

[thisisarcanereverie]

When in Love (Sam Wilson x Reader)

A/N: I love Sam Wilson period. 

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Summary: Bucky did indeed flirt with Sam’s sister again........and now they’re getting married. Sam brought you as his date to their big day. 

“It’s not too late to get Carlos,” Sam said as you straightened his tie, Sam could do it by himself but then he wouldn’t have an excuse to have you near him. 

“I’m pretty sure people would notice if the groom weren’t to make an appearance.” You said as you finished straightening his tie, letting your hands linger there for a while as you looked up into his dark eyes. 

“Don’t know unless we try.” Sam half heartedly said. He was only half joking, for the past few years he saw Sarah happier than she had been in years. He knew Bucky treated her well and that he loved the kids as well. Sam knew Bucky would never hurt them. 

Didn’t mean that Sam didn’t have Carlos on speed dial and an alibi set up just in case. 

(Y/n) lightly smacked her hand against Sam’s chest as he laughed. His warm dark eyes lit up as he looked at her. 

(Y/n) smiled and rolled her eyes. She had gotten ready before driving over and Sam couldn’t help but think of how beautiful she was in sky blue. 

Sam had been nervous when he asked (Y/n) to be his date to Sarah and Bucky’s wedding. He knew she wasn’t one for parties where she didn’t know anyone but she had surprised him by accepting. 

“We have a wedding to get to.” You drew him from his thoughts while grabbing your clutch on the bed and walking out the door to wait for him. You had no idea the effect on Sam, even the way your hips sway when you walked away drove him insane. 

Sam took a deep breath in to calm his nerves as he readied himself mentally. Sam was not only going to be one of Bucky’s groomsmen but also the one giving Sarah away. 

Their father was the one to give her away the first time she got married, and now since their father had passed Sam was the only one left for the job. 

Sam gathered his thoughts and headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs to see your figure waiting for him patiently at the bottom. 

You hear the stairs creak under his feet and look up. You had always thought he looked attractive, but put that man in a suit and your knees began growing weak. 

You barely managed to tear your eyes away from him for a second as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Ready?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even. 

“Ready.” 

---

The wedding had been beautiful, it was held at the church. The aisle and booths were decorated with white flowers and ribbons. 

On Bucky’s side there was Dora Milaje and T’Challa. Along with Thor, Brunheilda, and the Guardians. Rocket was mostly looking at Bucky’s metal arm though. 

The Ceremony had been just as beautiful, Sarah walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown which made Bucky tear up with Sam. AJ and Cass were already by Bucky’s side, after all Bucky had named them his Best Men. 

While Sarah and Bucky said their vows Sam’s gaze couldn’t help but wonder to you. You were seated by Sarah’s side of the church along with almost everyone in town. You smiled and wiped a few tears as the vows got increasingly emotional. You had been seated near a glass stained window and all of its colors bathed you in it’s light. You just got more beautiful the longer he looked at you. 

Suddenly your eyes had met with his, and he felt his heart stop and breathing suddenly became difficult. It wasn’t unwelcomed though, in fact it was quite the opposite. Sam didn’t look away and neither did you. You both had stared at each other until Sam decided to be bold and wink and flash his intoxicating smile. You smiled bashfully before winking back and tearing your eyes from his to focus back to the stars of the day as Sam did the same thing. 

The reception was back at the house, Sam and a few other people from town helped set up the yard yesterday. Making an area for dancing, dining, food, socializing. Decorating it with magnolias and fairy lights and it looked stunning. 

The sun had almost begun to set by the time everyone got back to the house to enjoy the party. 

Bucky and Sarah did their first dance as husband and wife to an old 1940′s song and was later joined by AJ and Cass. Bucky had gone above and beyond to make sure the boys had been included in everything. 

After their dance ended, something faster paced began to play and almost everyone began to make their way to the dance floor. You and Sam being among them. Sam had twirled you around and danced with you until it was time for the toasts to begin. 

“I just want to thank everyone who came here today,” Bucky began to speak on the microphone, a beer in his hand. “I especially want to thank AJ and Cass for letting me into their lives, and my beautiful wife Sarah.” Bucky paused and gave her a wink, Sarah winked back and smiled. “I promise to uphold my vows and protect and love you and the boys with everything I have.” He raised his beer bottle in cheers before taking a quick swig out of it. 

AJ and Cass had performed their toast next, welcoming him into their family and just an overall sweet speech which ended with Bucky in tears for the second time that day. It made your heart swell to see Bucky so happy after all these years he had to endure alone and tortured. He deserved this, they all did. Sarah, Bucky, Cass, and Aj deserved to be happy together. 

A few other people gave speeches before Sam gave his. Even Rocket gave an impromptu speech. 

“Can I have that arm now?”

“No.”

“I’m getting that arm.” 

You saw a quick look of fear cross Bucky’s face as Rocket was approached by Dora Milaje and struggled to hold in a small laugh. 

Sam made his way up the stage to give his speech. He straightened his jacket before grabbing the microphone. 

“Sarah as your brother I am so proud of you and I know if Dad and Mom were here they would say the exact same thing. They would be proud of the woman and of the mother you have become.” Sam said with tears at the corners of his eyes at the mention of their parents, Sarah wiped her tears away as well. “Bucky as your friend I know Steve would be as proud and as happy for you as I am. Happy that you have finally found your peace and I welcome you to the family with open arms.” He raised his glass to Bucky who returned the favor. “Although I do recall telling you not to flirt with my sister,” laughter then ensued as Bucky chuckled and shook his head. “As Sarah’s brother,” Sam then motioned to Carlos sitting at one of the tables, “I want you to know that it’s not too late for me to get Carlos to feed you to the fish if necessary.” Carlos then waved and laughed at the groom who returned the favor. “treat her and the boys well and I guess we’re no longer co workers.” Laughter erupted as Sam took a drink in congratulations as did everyone else. 

---

As the party began to die down you had snuck out the pier to get some fresh air away from everyone. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy their company and didn’t get to meet some pretty interesting people. It was just you needed a moment to yourself to relax. You were an introvert at heart and so many people at once tended to overwhelm you sometimes. 

You watched as the water moved gracefully, breathing in time with it. The lights from the party reflected in the water and the music could still be heard although softer now. 

You didn’t even seem to notice a certain man making his way to you before you heard a silent ‘oh shit’. 

If Sam thought you had looked beautiful before, now you were angelic. The sun had long before set and now your figure was illuminated by the faint lights of the party and the moon. It gave you an almost ethereal glow as he noticed your hands fidgeting. A habit he noticed a long time ago, you always have to do something with your hands. He honestly found it cute. 

Sam had been so caught up in you that he hadn’t noticed a little loose board and nearly tripped over himself. 

Your hands stopped moving as you saw Sam holding onto the wooden railing of the pier for dear life. You laughed a little at Sam’s embarrassed expression as he tried to walk it off as though it didn’t happen. 

You looked back out to the water as Sam finally made his way to your side. Out of the side of your eye you caught a glimpse at the man beside you. The light of the party and the moon made him look romantic, and you noticed that at some point in the night Sam discarded his tie and jacket, rolled the sleeves up his forearms and unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt. He started fidgeting with the watch on his wrist as you both look at the water dancing. 

You could hear the upbeat music from the party change to another slow dance. 

“You wanna dance?” 

You turned and saw Sam with his hand out, ready to take your hand if you accepted. Which you did. 

Slowly you and Sam moved with the beat, the music was quiet and the lights had made the moment all the more romantic. 

Sam held your hand in one and his other hand went to your waist, pulling you flush against him making your heart beat out your chest. 

Neither of you said a word, Sam hummed in tune with the song as you smiled at him. 

Sam’s heart was beating out of his chest, usually he was smooth. Usually Sam had no trouble speaking to ladies, but it seemed as though you were the exception. 

A couple of seconds passed before Sam finally broke the silence. 

“Usually I can speak just fine in front of someone,” He started his deep voice quiet, “but now I can’t seem to speak without getting all tongue tied.”

You laughed a little at that, Sam loved your laugh. He couldn’t understand why but your laugh always seemed to put him in a better mood. 

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked with a smile on his face, you wondered if his smile would ever stop making your heart beat faster. 

“It’s just something my Mum used to tell me,” you explained, “what you just said reminded me of it.”

“Tell me.” He said his eyes focused on you, eyes reflecting the light from the reception. You looked down bashfully before meeting his eyes again. 

“When in love speech becomes meaningless.” 

Sam’s dark eyes stared into yours intensely as if you had become the only thing left in the world. 

For a moment you wonder if you had misread the signs, maybe you had scared him. Panic starts to fill you as you begin to apologize before his hands move from their places at your waist and hand to either side of your face and kiss you. 

The first thing you noticed was that Sam tasted of beer and spice. The next thing you noticed was how soft his lips were on yours and how gently he moved against you. 

You had been so lost in the kiss that you hadn’t noticed the music dying down and the lights going out, all there was, was you and him. 

You both pulled away reluctantly and watched as the moonlight reflected off the water. Content with not speaking another word and just holding each other in peace.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon imagine #the falcon x y/n #falcon marvel #falcon mcu #x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #sarah wilson #White Wolf #wakanda #t'challa #black panther #marvel x reader

[thebreakfastgenie]

☕ House MD and M*A*S*H similarities

Oh my god. Okay.

So like. James Wilson and BJ Hunnicutt? A lot of similarities there. They seem like the normal, well-adjusted one who is managing their friend who is always spinning out, but deep down they're kind of worse. They're the reigning prank champions and tend to get dirtier and crueler with their pranks (there's a post somewhere that's like BJ would do the sawing halfway through the cane and Wilson would do The Joker Is Wild and it's 100% correct).

House and Hawkeye are more different but they're also kind of similar. The difference is that House hates people and pushes them away and Hawkeye loves humanity and clings to people. But they both take medicine very personally, in different ways. With House it's mostly about his ego (although he cares about his patients more than he admits, for example when he lies to the transplant committee for that woman who has an eating disorder and says he did it because "you're my patient") whereas with Hawkeye he's just offended by death.

Hawkeye is an earlier character, obviously, but in this era having a "brilliant but eccentric and kinda messed up doctor" character who everyone actually likes, who is a kind and loving (if sometimes obnoxious) person feels so fresh and it's a big part of what endeared me to him so much.

So then the dynamics are kind of similar too, especially the hijinks and joined-at-the-hip-ness. Also now I'm thinking about the episode where House and Wilson have a bet to see who can keep a chicken in the hospital undiscovered for longer. Wilson getting a new apartment specifically to live with House after he's released from the hospital and then kicking him out so his girlfriend can move in is his babybootiesgate moment.

I do think, as much as BJ and Wilson are "oh, this one is actually worse" there's a very real extent to which they are the minder for their best friend. It's textual with House and Wilson but there are moments in the later seasons of MASH, too (like when BJ runs over to grab onto Hawkeye in Bless You Hawkeye). Also I haven't watched the House MD two hour psych ward special in a while but I'm pretty sure he calls Wilson at one point and I would love to compare that to the phone call in the MASH two hour psych ward slash end of war special.

House and Stacy and Hawkeye and Carlye have a lot of parallels in their relationships. Stacy and Carlye are both the one that got away, who re-enter their lives and restart a relationship despite knowing better and being married because they never quite got over it, either. The difference is that House initiates the second breakup whereas Carlye is the one who leaves both times, but the emotional end point is basically the same: we love each other but it won't work.

I would not be at all surprised if MASH was an influence on House MD but then I tend to assume MASH was an influence on all TV shows that came after it, because it was just such a big deal. There is an episode of House where House references Trapper John and during one of my more unhinged evenings I said that was because House was casting himself as Hawkeye and that was patently insane of me but I still think it makes sense. Like, Hawkeye is this brilliant, off-the-wall doctor who's also damaged and suffering. House probably connects with that and relates to that. I'm not sure to what extent House sees himself as the hero, though.

I cannot believe Alan Alda was never on House MD. What were the casting directors at Fox doing.

#mashposting #ish #there's probably more

[abiggaynerd]

What made me ship maxwil. Sorry this is really just a jumbled mess JKNKJN but hope u enjoy reading it anyway. Under a cut because its too fucking long

Wilson and Maxwell are don’t starve’s main characters. They show up in the original game’s intro movie together. 

Maxwell speaks to Wilson on the radio, offers him a deal, and Wilson takes it. 

Now, think about that- Wilson, with no hesitation, takes a stranger’s dubious offer from a radio that is NOT supposed to be two-ways. He ruins his life without even thinking about it. 

This shows us how DESPERATE Wilson is for human contact. 

Wilson lives alone in a house, far away from his family who hates him, and not a single friend. Some might say Wilson doesn’t like people. But what i see is a person who ADORES people, being forced to be apart from them (exactly like maxwell) because no one will take him seriously. Wilson is working this hard because he is convinced if he just makes one good invention, has one big break, then people will finally respect and like him. It’s not just that he wants knowledge for knowledge’s sake.

He has someone offering him exactly what he wants, and it’s not just the offer, it’s the fact someone is talking to him. Wilson wants someone to listen to him, and believe in him, and that is JUST as important as the knowledge, if not more so. Maxwell has complete faith in Wilson’s ability to make this portal. Wilson trusts maxwell more than anyone else, simply because he’s gotten the smallest bit of positive attention. 

That makes his betrayal absolutely crushing for Wilson. Wilson is the only person who explicitly says he hates maxwell in the first game. He feels betrayed much more personally than maxwell intended, he’s furious, and he finds out maxwell didn’t actually believe in him the way he thought. Wilson is forced once again to completely rely on himself. Wilson likes himself and believes in himself a lot, but he sort of has to. No one else will. And that’s a hard thing to deal with.

Wilson goes through the worlds, because he wants out, obviously. He is the only one to canonly reach the end of adventure mode. Wickerbottom may think he’s an idiot, but he’s the one who made it to the end of the line, not her. 

Wilson is likely expecting a boss fight here, or something, but what he gets is a sad, frail old man who is suicidal and has nothing. Maxwell has completely given up. When you free max, it says “take pity?” Wilson does. Wilson KNOWS this will end badly for him. Wilson KNOWS he’s not going to get anything in return. But Wilson frees him, because Wilson is unequivocally GOOD. Wilson cares about people, deeply, and would do anything for them. Wilson does not like to see people suffer, and Wilson will take on the pain for himself if he can. Maxwell has hurt him more than anyone, but Wilson still takes his place. 

Now if we look at this from Maxwell’s perspective: Wilson is just another person to trick into coming here. Maxwell is putting on a show, using all his charisma, doing what They brought him here for. It’s the same as everyone else. 

Something interesting about adventure mode is that maxwell does NOT want you to continue. He does his absolute best to keep you from getting to the end. Scaring you, killing you, bribing you. You think it’s cruelty or fear of you at first glance, but really: maxwell does NOT want you to suffer the way he does. 

Maxwell brings you here, puts you in a terrible world, but in his mind, NOTHING is worse than the throne. Look at him on the throne and look at him as a survivor- on the throne he has nothing but despair and the desire to die. As a survivor, he’s extremely peppy in comparison. The throne has ruined maxwell, and even though he’s past the point of caring if you come to the constant, he does NOT want to be the reason someone else is on the throne. 

But is the door itself a cry for help? Was that a subconscious thing maxwell did? Charlie doesn’t have an adventure mode. She seems quite happy on the throne. Or is it because the Them are tired of maxwell? Compare Charlie��s world to Maxwell’s: considerably harder. Charlie’s world may allow you to revive yourself, but Maxwell’s is objectively easier. Less bosses, less danger, more resources. Maxwell also tries to give you a world you can have everything you need in in adventure mode, which is THE BEST he can do for you- something probably only allowed because the Them know the survivors won’t take his offer. 

When you get to the throne, despite being in absolute mental agony, maxwell cannot make himself trick you into freeing him. Which he COULD. He could pretend the key will let you out, he could pretend it’s something he REALLLY doesn’t want you to do because oooooo its gonna free youuuu and send you to earthhhh. But he cannot allow himself to do that, because this is the last bit of kindness and humanity he has- giving you the knowledge that the throne is the worst fate possible here. He clearly doesn’t think you are going to do it until you do- he’s shocked and thrilled when he stands up. 

Wilson frees him, knowing everything, after everything, and that SHOCKS him. Maxwell considers Wilson his savior. He owes everything to him. 

They don’t see each other again until cyclum. Wilson attacks maxwell, and while some people may think it’s because he’s angry, i think it’s because he SAW maxwell die and assume it’s either an insanity hallucination come to kill him or a new monster come to trick him. When max doesn’t attack when Wilson stops, he stops. 

Now, there are a lot of things Wilson could do. He could leave, he could kill him, he could ignore him. But Wilson feeds him. Maxwell is TOTALLY FINE. Max can get food himself. And food is a valuable resource. Wilson chooses to feed maxwell, because Wilson is good. They camp together, another thing Wilson doesn’t have to do. Wilson then decides to WORK WITH MAXWELL ON A PORTAL. AGAIN. Wilson makes the ACTIVE CHOICE to trust maxwell, with NO REASON TO. 

Now, we don’t know exactly what happens when the other survivors get there, but it stands to reason Wilson protects and defends max against the other survivors. Even though the portal failed AGAIN, and its possible max was fucking with him AGAIN. Wilson CHOSES to trust Max, even with evidence that could imply otherwise. 

If we look at the quotes, Wilson banters with max a lot, and can be annoyed with him. But when max is dead, Wilson explicitly reassures him he’s already working on reviving him. 

Maxwell, like Wilson, thrives on attention. He needs it, even if its negative. It’s easier for him to be someone to hate than just a sad man to pity. His persona- where he misses the throne and being king, is a lazy asshole, and hates everyone- is just that, a persona. Max is an actor, after all. He and wigfrid have this in common: he cannot handle being HIMSELF because being himself is terrifying. He doesn’t have anything as himself. He’s nothing as himself. I don’t think mentally he would be able to handle it! And Wilson knows this.

Maxwell also, when Wilson dies, asks if he really wants to come back. I think this is the only way he can think of to try to make up for bringing him here. It’s not much, but Wilson wouldn’t feel pain any more. Of course Wilson wouldn’t accept that, but maxwell offers because it’s the only thing he can think of.

Wilson is someone maxwell is nervous and shy around, when greeting. He’s the only one max shows explicit affection for. Like i said before, max sees Wilson as an angel, as his savior, but maxwell cannot handle it. It’s easier for him to be a huge asshole. But Wilson does not let him drive him away. 

I think the banter is something Wilson enjoys! Wilson is a sarcastic person, and he and max are intellectually equals. I think max is someone he really enjoys spending time with, as well as someone he would do anything for.

Now if we look at one of the more recent videos, with charlie, Winona, Wilson, and Max, maxwell sees charlie for the first time in a long, long time. He is frozen, but when Wilson calls him, he immediately follows him out. This shows me he puts Wilson on the same level as CHARLIE now, if not HIGHER. 

But something else that isn’t technically canon that made me ship it is this: when i played adventure mode for the first time, i got all the way to the end cutscene and died during it. I didn’t unlock max so i had to do it again. 

I restarted, and it made me think of Wilson KNOWING adventure mode was not a way out. KNOWING the end was not going to go well for him. But going through all five worlds, AGAIN, JUST to free maxwell. And that really got me to love the ship jknkjn

In conclusion maxwell and Wilson have an absolutely beautiful relationship, and it’s good. 

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