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i wrote this for fake currency on a discord server, please enjoy
(house fans this is meant to be crack please dont take it seriously thank u love u)
Pairing: House X Wilson
Words: 1598
The door opens with a click, slamming shut behind House as he walks inside. He throws his keys somewhere to the side, maybe landing on the table by the door, maybe the ground. He doesn't care at the moment.
His hair is damp against his forehead, as is the rest of him, clothes clinging to his skin. The sudden downpour ultimately caught him off guard, and already halfway home on his bike, wasn't going to just turn around and go back to the hospital. The last place he needed to be right now was there, even if his team would say otherwise.
He could have pulled over somewhere and waited it out but... okay maybe he didn't have a reason for that one but he was home now.
There's no point in hanging up his jacket, it'll just get water all over the floor, so he dumps it on the ground on his way to the kitchen. Yanking open the fridge he finds—it's empty.
Completely and utterly empty.
He opens a drawer, closes it, opens the freezer, same deal. He has enough cognitive function to know that there was something in here this morning, plus he grabbed Wilson's leftovers for lunch. Meaning, the culprit behind the wasteland of a fridge had to be—the front door clicks open and shuts with a slam—Wilson.
While he would be proud if it was a different day, that's not today, and he'd like to scrap together a sandwich so he can think about this case on a full stomach. But based on how his current roommate stomps through the living room toward him, he might not be so lucky.
He speaks first, turning around with a lean on his cane. "Ready for dinner? We're having ice and,"—he cracks open the freezer again—"The grape popsicle you left behind when you cleaned the fridge."
"I'm not hungry." Wilson states, passing him by to go to the sink.
House pauses. Just for a moment though. Again, he turns. Wilson is washing his hands, unfocused, irritated. He's going to add to that to make it even.
"Bummer. I am." A couple steps closer. "Where'd you put everything? Under the bed, stuffed in the closet, hope you put it on ice because otherwise you wasted your own money—"
Wilson slams his hands on the sink edge. "Dammit House not now!" He shouts, breathing heavy, sink still running.
House's brows shoot up, just for a tick.
"Well, I can see you're not in the mood to share so I guess it's take out."
"God you can't even take a break for one second." Wilson scoffs. "Bad enough with the quips, had to take it a step further and stab holes into my umbrella."
House moves over to the wall phone by the doorway. "Thought we were only going to have a light sprinkle."
"And, and stapling my tie to the desk." Growing agitation.
House tsks. "Shouldn't have been sleeping on the job."
"And eating my leftovers!"
He makes it to the phone, spinning around. House opens his mouth, then shuts it. "Eh, they weren't that good anyway. I did you a favor." He picks up the phone, starting to dial the chinese restaurant. "What kind of dumplings you want?"
The receiver is ripped from his hands and slammed back into the base. He flinches, though only slightly.
Wilson stands in front of him, hand still on the wall.
"I thought we weren't doing this now." House questions, staring the other man right in the eye. If Wilson's trying to intimidate him, it's not working. If he's trying to piss him off, he might be onto something.
Wilson sighs, House can feel it on his skin. His housemate folds, looking down, dejected.
"I... saw them. Together. Just... out in the open. Happy, not a care in the entire world." Wilson chuckles. "Eating lunch and chatting without a single worry on either of their faces. It was like I-like I meant absolutely nothing to her. Nothing at all."
House bites his cheek. There's something he wants to say, something he should say if was a good friend.
But he's not feeling like being a good friend right now.
"Well, yeah, she had the affair for a reason." It's harsh, he knows. More than harsh it's just downright cruel. He regrets it the moment the words slip off his tongue, and Wilson solidifies that regret with a shove.
Caught off guard, House stumbles and falls back onto the ground.
Immediately the other man is remorseful of his actions. "House, I-I'm sorry I didn't—"
House rebuttals by taking his cane and jabbing it against Wilson's ankle. He yelps, grabbing at it while House pulls himself back up into a stand. Before Wilson can do anything, House lunges at him, pushing him back into the countertop.
From there it's back and forth, struggling and shoving and cursing each other while trying to get the upper hand. Win the battle of a lost war, so to say. They bang up against the kitchen island, causing the two of them to separate finally.
Both gasp for air as they stand partly hunched, leaning on the island for support. Wilson wipes his mouth, lip busted. House can feel a tingling on his ear. Reaching a hand up it comes back bloody.
He looks back up to Wilson, who's wheezing slightly now. He goes back at him again.
Wilson startles, and attempts to defend himself, arms up. He's able to shove him off and reaches for his long abandoned cane. House tries again and Wilson takes the cane, and cracks it down onto its owner's head, breaking the already damaged stick—once again—into two pieces.
If it hurts him, House doesn't show it. Instead, he stops his pursuit, just staring at his roommate now. Wilson drops the cane, it clatters to the ground. Twisting slightly, he spits blood into the sink.
Glancing back, he sees House staring up at the ceiling, dazed, hands planted on the island on either side of him. Finally shut up, finally quiet, for once.
"Tough crowd tonight."
That's enough to set Wilson off again. He takes the step to close the gap between them, grabs House's face with one hand, and slams his lips into his own. He can feel the surprise, the tension, in his body, but Wilson doesn't care right now. That's the one thing he doesn't want to do, is care.
Care about House's stupid pranks making his bad day worse. Care about how his ex is so happy without him. Care about how his life is in the gutter and how some of that in part is because of the man in front of him, but most of it, most of it is his own fault.
Even if everyone will tell him it's out of his control, that he can't do anything about other's actions, others mistakes. It won't change the fact that he let it happen. Won't change the fact that that's all he ever does is stand by and watch things happen.
He pulls away, meeting House's gaze. The way the blood trickles down his neck, the—already—slight swollenness of his lips. He's panting, they both are.
A bystander in his own damn life, Wilson is.
But not right now.
Before any protest can occur, his lips are back on House's. He keeps control with it. Breaking for air when he wants it, pressing as hard and as rough as he wants to. House fights him on it every step of the way, and doesn't let him get by with everything. But, Wilson calls the shots. He leads.
He doesn't like the angle they're at, so he changes it. Hands gripping House's wrist to spin them both around and now really truly pressing his body up against the other man and against the edge of the sink. Wilson thinks he feels him wince, he deduces it serves him right.
The rain beats down against the pane, thunder booming outside as for the first time in some time, there's nothing going on in either man's mind.
No work, no ongoing cases, no tragic patient diagnoses. No ex wives or pesky teams. It's just this moment.
It's just them.
The loud crinkling of the takeout bag pulls Wilson out of the memory. He hisses, reminded of his busted lip and busted body. He lifts the half melted popsicle from his cheek as House tosses a box into his lap.
He sits down again and tears open part of his own meal. "Gave them twenty percent because they remembered extra pancakes. Took it from your wallet, hope you don't mind."
"I do mind, actually." Wilson sits up fully, setting the popsicle aside. "You said you were going to pay."
House speaks mid bite. "Pay for the food, not the tip. That's on you." He digs in for another forkful. "Only fair since I'm in the market for a new cane, thanks to you."
"I-that doesn't-" Wilson stops, sighing. He reaches under the coffee table, pulling out two beers from the cooler. "Fine. Suppose you'd have another excuse at the ready anyway." He mutters.
House takes both beers from him, cracking them one after the other before handing one back to his couch partner. "I've got at least five if you want to hear them."
"Maybe later, turn it up. Can't hear a thing."
House scoffs, but obliges.
They sit in relative silence for some time, eating and drinking with little to say.
"Should probably restock the fridge. Beer's just on the borderline of being unpleasant."
So I have this one silly video I made and stored in my camera roll, forgot about, and found again years later. It's quite literally just T-1000 lines over silly T-1000 images.
I decided I should actually share it here because I trust at least someone will benefit from T-1000 brainrot, especially seeing as more people are finally giving him the appreciation he deserves. We love sassy SKYNET blob son in this household! 💜✨️🔺️
Cast I made up for a Pokemon horizons “The one thing you can’t replace “ meme animatic thing because every fandom needs one in some form and I can’t draw nor animate
The basic cast aka the adults or at least the ones I headcanon as such (fyi I’ll be referring to them by their dub names that what I prefer but I’m caught up with the sub)
friede, orla, mollie, onia, zirc, coral, siden, chalce, spinel, crave, maria, gibeon, hamber, and yanga because I know @lizzy-not-found follows me
Specific roles
friede the one telling the story (he’s telling it to the kids trust) •gibeon the teacher (I’m not spelling the name) •maria the teachers kid •zirc the one who broke the pool table •coral took a shit on the computer (or yanga if you see coral as teen) •mollie the doctor coming to saw peoples legs off •onia something something police •hamber the police officer •siden “I served my nickel come and take me“ •crave smashed the 40 on the ground •spinel stole “the one thing you can’t replace”
your free to use this if you actually make the animatic
