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Groaning internally, House grabbed his phone and dialled the big W.
“House,” came the annoyed huff.
“Were you waiting for me?” House teased.
or: Just a regular night out for House, until he takes one drink too many and the bartender steals his keys. Could also be read as House’s Head but if Wilson hadn’t been on call.
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- Part 1 of Liquor in my head
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16 Jun 2026
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Jack buries his face between Robby's shoulder blades, his arms wrapping tight around Robby's middle. "You're wearing my shirt."
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- Part 2 of the pitt odds and ends
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16 Jun 2026
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What happens when Robby doesn't show up for his shift, and makes Jack worry?
Robby hasn't shown up for his shift, which immediately sets off alarm bells for one Jack Abbot. What happens when he lets himself into Robby's house and finds him with a cold and slight fever?
A fluffy comfort fic because I am sick and projecting.
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13 Jun 2026
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The high-school-age House MD crew posts on Instagram quite frequently… Hilson hard-launches their relationship, Eric flirts with Thirteen, Cuddy berates Chase for stealing her sister’s bike, and much more.
Watch their relationships, lives, and futures unfold through a series of posts.
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This story is entirely presented through authentic-looking Instagram mock-ups.Series
- Part 2 of House/Wilson Life In High School
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11 Jun 2026
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Robby smacked Jack on his back wound. Jack decided to take his revenge.
Some debts needs to be collected before a man rides off to his three-month motorcycle sabbatical.
They have a supply closet and a hundred and eighty seconds. That's enough for Jack to NOT finish what he started.-----------
“What—” His voice had gone hoarse.
Jack waited. His three minutes were almost up, but he could afford a few last words from his stubborn, gloriously undone partner.
Robby tried again. “Are you leaving me? Like this?”
“Serves you right,” Jack said without heat, “for slapping me on my wound.”
“No, I didn’t.” Robby managed just the right amount of innocent, indignant, and befuddled. He even produced a proper little frown to go with his words. Impressive, under the circumstances.
But Jack wasn’t fooled. He clocked Robby’s voice going just a fraction higher, and his eyes darting left for half a second before snapping back. Robby was lying.Bookmarked by Lexcyx
11 Jun 2026