#and i like to think that wilson is there while house plays piano

[quinnmorgendorffer]

And on the fifth episode, the House writers created the "House and Wilson laughing together in an episode-ending montage" and mixed it with "House is playing the music in the final montage" trope. And they saw it was good.

[kittenlittle24]

Mayfield

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The way you met was quite cliche. You recently moved to live in the same building, you stopped to check your mailbox at the same time he came home from work.

You were minding your business as the building’s door opened and two men entered, a brunet in a suit and tie and a tall salt and pepper-haired man with a cane.

The second man glanced at you with a frown as he fished his keys to unlock his apartment front door and you turned to open your own.

The other man noticed you as well and turned to look at you, he smiled at you.

“Are you new here?”

Smiling you nodded, “Moved here last week.”

The man with the cane stopped his actions and faced his companion, “How the hell would you if she lived here before or not?”

“House, you’ve been living here for the last twelve years, how would I not know your neighbors?”

Smiling awkwardly at them, you averted your eyes to look at the floor.

Reaching his hand to shake yours, he introduced himself and his friend.

“How long have you been living together?” You asked.

House laughed while Wilson shook his head.

They replied in sync, “We’re not gay!” And “Four years next weekend.”

Wilson turned shocked to House and scolded him, you laughed and wished them a good night before entering your apartment and closing the door.

You ran into House a few more times and eventually invited him to your place for dinner. You couldn’t help but be intrigued by him, of course, you couldn’t resist the temptation of looking him up and reading about his reputation, but you still needed to make some new friends.

House didn’t know why but he didn’t seem to mind your presence, you were interesting and clever not to mention attractive.

You didn’t speak about the relationship that was slowly developing between you. There wasn’t a need for it.

It was comfortable, yet still exciting. You shared dinners and alternated between spending the nights at your and his apartments. And so you found yourself sitting in House’s apartment, you were on his couch, glass of bourbon in your hand while he was playing on his piano. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, in fact, most Friday nights you spent in each other’s company.

“I got a new job.” You shared

He opened one eye and continued to sway gently in his seat to the sound of the piano.

“You heard of Mayfield?”

“The psychiatric hospital?”

You nodded and took a sip.

He stopped playing and turned to sit facing you, “As what?”

“As a doctor there.” You answer as if obvious.

he rested one arm on the top of the piano, “The last couple of months we’ve been inseparable, you should be paying me rent considering how much time you spend here, yet you didn’t think to tell me you're a doctor?”

You shrugged with a cheeky smile and he chuckled before moving to stand in front of you. He held his right thigh as he crossed the room, stopping when your knees were between his legs. He bent down, hands holding on the backrest, effectively trapping you between with his body. Smiling softly at him, your eyes danced between his mesmerizing ones.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted your chin to reach his lips. Kissing him softly. You pulled apart and he sat down next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder and grabbed the remote to put something to watch.

The room was dark, the TV the only light source, and you were lying with your head in his lap, nearly asleep.

“Guess I’ll be seeing less of you,” He murmured, breaking the silence.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes tiredly, your eyebrows scrunched together, “It’s a 7 on 7 off. I’ll be here plenty.”

He nodded and reached to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Your relationship held surprisingly strong, House wanted it to work which is why he went to Cuddy and admitted that he wasn’t okay.

You were on a two-week long shift, that felt longer, you were tired and missed your bed; you agreed to cover the next week for a colleague who was on vacation. So instead of one week-long shift, you finished yours and started hers.

On your lunch break, you stepped aside and tried to call House. You were a tad disappointed when you got his voicemail, but didn’t think much about it. You tried again before you went to sleep, lying on the stiff, thin mattress in the bunk bed, phone in your hand as you stared at the screen. Perhaps he just turned it off or forgot to charge it, probably turned it off to avoid work, you rationalized to yourself.

You sent a ‘good night’ text for him to see later before putting the phone down and falling asleep.

The alarm clock pulled you out of your sleep, letting out a big stretch before sitting up and checking your phone. First, you checked if House replied but it wasn’t even delivered.

You grabbed your clipboard and made your way to the department you were covering this week. You entered ward 6, immediately welcomed by Alvie who ran up to you, overly excited, to tell you about his new roommate.

“I didn’t know we had a new admission, is he nice?”

He laughed and moved in his spot, “Nope. Not at all. You can call him ‘Heezy.’

“No, you can’t.” A familiar voice stated firmly.

Gently you moved Alvie with a hand on his bicep so you could see the man behind him; your eyes wide open in shock.

“Greg, what are you doing here?”

You pulled him aside to a private room and reached to touch his now short hair, your other hand cupped his cheek softly.

He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact, “I was hallucinating from the Vicodin. Dr. Nolan is blackmailing me to stay.”

You nodded, “If you follow the schedule, agree to take meds, participate in group and individual therapy-“

He raised his gaze to look at you and lowered your hands from his face, “I want out of here.”

“It’s not even my department, I’m only covering.”

He closed his eyes and sighed.

You opened the door to leave, turning to him in the doorway, with furrowed brow, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered, your hurt seeping into your words.

He didn’t answer, just lowered his head again.

You rushed down the hallway, you saw House holding Freedom Master’s bloody jacket. You sat beside him in the waiting room at the hospital they were taken to. Nolan called you immediately after getting the news. You looked at your boyfriend, he looked shocked and overwhelmed.

“I need help.” He whispered.

You took a deep breath, stroking his hair and his face, you weren’t sure if you were trying to comfort him or yourself.

“Nolan suspended me until you’re released.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, you’ve never seen him look as afraid as he did at that moment.

You came to visit house every day, he seemed happy you did. He told you no one else has come and that pinched your heart. He was improving and he even told you that his leg hurt much less. You even met Alvie his roommate who told you about the upcoming talent show, which made House very flustered.

You were about to leave, House followed you to the door, his forehead against yours, and he laid short butterfly kisses against your lips.

“Are you going to perform in the show?”

He scuffed and let out a small chuckle as he shook his head.

“I’m gonna come see it anyway.” You decided.

He smiled at you, his big hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking the apple of your cheeks, “You just want any excuse to see me.”

Grinning, “You’re on to me.” You admitted.

There were about 20 people in the audience watching. Most of the performers were sitting there when not on stage. House was standing in the back, leaning against a wall. His cane is tucked under his arm, his gaze alternating between your back and the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen. The one, the only, Juan Alvarez!”

Alvie ran from the back of the “theater” to the stage.

“See, we got hidden talents. You don’t see hidden secrets. If we could show you those,” He imitated a record scratching as he stalled thinking for the next line.

He stopped and rubbed his head as he tried to think of the next line.

“Then we wouldn’t have no regrets.” House bailed him out from the back.

You turned and smiled at him widely.

“Wanna know my secrets? Sit back and let me explain it. My Pops split, Mama got sick

Cliché, ain’t it. Now I’m a manic Hispanic. I’m trying to make it work, But the doctors think I’m lazy,” he stuck again he looked at Greg.

“And my roommate is a jerk.” Greg supplied.

“Dr. House is in the house, y'all. Give it up for Dr. House to the stage, y'all. Paging Dr. House to the stage, y'all.”

House waved him off. The audience and you especially clapped loudly to encourage him.

“Are you there, Dr. House it's on. Bring it on.”

House stood up straight and made his way towards the stage. He tossed his cane off stage and got into the rhythm.

As Alvie finished the rap, House nodded a little shyly, acknowledging the applause. He put his arm around Alvie’s shoulder and together they took a bow.

On the way back from Mayfield you stopped to get some groceries, as well as ice cream and snacks to munch on while you spend another weekend on your own. You contemplated between the ice cream flavors, you saw a new tub which was whiskey hazelnut and you couldn’t help but add it to your cart, although you knew you’d never eat it, you just knew that House would love it.

Once at home you finished unloading the groceries and decided to unwind with a glass of wine. Just as you sat down and closed your eyes a sudden loud knock on the door startled you. You opened the door just a crack, enough to see your boyfriend’s familiar face. Grinning wildly as the door hit the wall from the force you opened it and threw your arms around his neck.

Staggering backward with his arms around you, he chuckled and embraced you.

“Nolan gave me a night pass. I have to go back in the morning.”

Smiling, you nodded and pulled him inside.

“I got something for you,” you told him as you got the ice cream and two spoons.

“You didn’t know that I’d be allowed to leave.”

Sheepishly smiling, “It wouldn’t have gone bad in the freezer, it would’ve waited for you.”

He leaned forward and kissed you, not that he’d admit but he was touched by the gesture.

Stroking his face before reaching to play with his now very short hair, “By the way,”

He raised his eyes from the ice cream carton to look at you.

“I hate the new haircut.” You shared, making you both laugh.

[brynn-lear]

Prompt: Yandere!Dottore x Reader... But make it a House MD au. A/n: this idea has been rotting in my brain for such a long time... Yeah no I won't budge, Pantalone is our beloved Wilson lol. Word Count: 600 (this is a throwaway drabble)

You HATE working for Doctor Zandik’s diagnostic team.

No, that’s a lie. Everybody lies. You don’t hate working for him— you’ve grown desensitized.

The doctor’s “methods” are deeply rooted in misanthropy. Yet, his eloquent and annoyingly charming way persuasions act as a get-out-of-jail card for (most) instances of ethical and medical malpractices. Your colleagues, Dr. Sohreh & Dr. Krupp, remain equally tired of being in their positions. However, the Fontainian tragedy to all this is the screwed-up fact that none of you considered resigning. You three need him.

Krupp swallows his anger each time Zandik orders him to break into patients’ homes. As Zandik loves to remind the dean of medicine, there will be no ethics committee dilemma if all his people clean their tracks right. Why Pierro keeps him in his hospital despite being a significant liability to Morepesok Teaching Hospital? Your morals will never understand. Prioritizing genius over following proper procedure didn’t sit right with you. Then again, you were only hired because of your family’s connections, not merit…

Work for Zandik until you hate him; once that threshold is passed, work until you start vomiting out the evil you’ve done for the greater good. That’s the only thing other staff members had for advice. There’s nothing after step 2. Your soul WILL fight with your body. It was only when you started feeling bile rise to your throat on random occasions that you realized there must indeed be something broken in your psyche after years of working under him. You thought the advice was played out in dramatics. It wasn’t.

“(L/n), need a little help here,” Krupp called out as he rummaged through the patient’s trash. “Can you pass the gloves?”

After you did as told, you leaned by the patient’s piano. “Fever, fatigue, and a persistent cough. Standard symptoms for most of our patients, but—”

“This is Zandik.” Sohreh shakes her head, finding this situation wholly amusing. While you and Krupp scavenged through Zandik’s trash and forgotten candy wraps (he is unsurprisingly disorganized), she had her eyes set on his documents. “The patient is our boss. We just broke into our boss’s house like we’re actively pushing his own medicine down his throat.”

Pierro ordered you three in secret to investigate if Zandik has been ill, which opened the gates of let’s-all-break-into-his-house-for-fun for coworker bonding exercise. 

“What if this isn’t anything serious?” Krupp muttered, absolutely disgruntled. “Maybe we’re just overthinking this Zandik Is Sick conspiracy theory.”

“If it’s not serious, it’s boring.” You paused. “And he doesn’t do boring.”

Sohreh breathed in.

“Hey, guys? You might want to check this out.”

Upon hearing Sohreh’s grim tone, you and Krupp immediately grabbed the file she was holding and skimmed through it.

…

“This is his medical history. There’s blood work and imaging tests here… showing elevated white blood cells, and— a biopsy?” Krupp raised an eyebrow.

“Cancer,” Sohreh spoke, letting out the thoughts Krupp was too afraid to say. “He thinks he has cancer.”

“No, no, that’s not it.”

Sohreh and Krupp turned to look at you.

“What do you mean?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Look at the name.”

“What name?”

“Name of the patient.”

You let go of the file as Sohreh and Krupp eagerly found that they had somehow missed the person.

The two paled.

“(Y/n)—”

“It’s mine.” You sighed. “Those are my tests. I’ve been hiding it from the rest of the staff except Doctor Pantalone from Onco.”

“You have—”

“But why?” You looked down, unsure as to how you felt.

“Why does Zandik have these files?”

[unvsannvs]

Okay, I was hit with a wave of realization on my rewatch of this whole scene.

Intense House MD finale analysis below the cut!

House is pissed at Wilson, but then looks at his Vicodin in his hand, giving the most hurt, distraught face I’ve ever seen as he remembers the torture that he and Wilson endured, recalling his trembling hand easing that same pain medication into Wilson’s mouth; House remembered the whole night, and most likely that particular scene, as Wilson begs for morphine, yet could only be supplied those shitty pills. Ultimately, this harsh reminder makes House decide to let Wilson do what he wants; out of guilt, out of understanding, so be it (I’ll explain what I believe it is in a minute.)

On top of this, it transitions from House looking up with that face, sighing shakily, to Wilson, alone in his dim and hollow kitchen, clearly thinking about House as well. It transitions to House again, playing the piano, and glancing up, immediately going back to Wilson, to demonstrate how they are both overthinking their entire lives with each other at the same time. As Wilson goes to grab a drink, this reveals he is thinking of House in a bad light: he’s still pissed at House and he’s looking to repress it through drinking, just as House was pissed at him before making his decision in that recent clip with the Vicodin. But, seeing the Oreos, and being hit with a wave of fondness (his weakness), Wilson then decides to let House have what he wants.

Essentially, their parallel scenes here demonstrate both House and Wilson making their switch in choice to value the other persons needs above all else, and worst of all, they both are persuaded by the one thing that has defined and attracted their characters to each other from the start: House’s misery and recollection of his worst past time with Wilson from seeing his Vicodin persuades him to change his mind for Wilson’s sake, while Wilson’s fondness and recollection of his best past times with House from seeing the Oreos causes him to sacrifice his last decision for House’s sake.

Yeah, that casually slapped me in my noggin. I think I have a scar. Now, you can assume from this new angle of information what you will, but House could have changed his mind for countless reasons.

One idea is that Wilson making this life and death decision for House instead of himself causes House too much grief (House spent a whole episode about furniture trying to get Wilson to do something for himself, and Amber did the same; ‘female house’ doing this as well was a way to emphasize House’s belief that Wilson needs to be more independent and value his own personal wants over others when decision-making, let alone the one that decides his fate).

Maybe, House realizes that he feels incredibly understanding of what pain he let Wilson endure on his sofa - emotionally and physically - and ergo, is scared for Wilson, and can’t stand the thought of him going through that pain again, but in the one place Wilson begged not to be. As House looks at the Vicodin, he envisions Wilson become depressed and constantly in pain like he’d been on that couch, in an awful reflection of House himself from the one person he cares for the most, and all for the sake of House alone, given that in Wilson’s view, he has nothing else to live for.

Another could be that this reminder pushed House to feel a spark of need/love for Wilson’s presence, but more for his fuller, happier and guilt-free self for five months than the pitiful, unwanted version of Wilson in a hospital bed for an extra year.

It could easily be all the above, and most of them blend together anyway. I feel House changed his mind on account of all of these and many more (please let me know what you think it is! I love angsty stuff), but to summarize, this clip leaks way too much about House’s character development, showing the emotions that drive him to make the decision of letting Wilson be, and enjoying what they have left together, against all firm opinions he has well established throughout the show, as well as it demonstrates the climax of Wilson’s sacrificial and selfless behaviour being rejected and put to rest, as they both decide what’s best for each other rather than whatever their characters were full-force dedicated to before (Wilson’s selflessness and House’s selfishness).

[househrt]

househrt's Sleepy fic rec list

Fic recs where Wilson and/or House is sleepy or soft or gentle. I've tried to tag authors' tumblrs where they exist, but pls tell me if I've missed any!

Sleepy by AmTheDreamer Creator's summary: Usually, House is the cuddly, touchy-feely half of their relationship. And while it seems like an anomaly to the average outsider, House knows that it never surprised Wilson. He’s been this cuddly since they started dating that many years ago. And he knows that Wilson loves it. He marvels at how House cuddles into his side and nuzzles into his neck. He enjoys how they fit into each other at night and sleep like they are one, and he adores how House lets him see that side of him that they both know only comes out when House feels safe, and happy, and at home. But when Wilson is sleepy, the roles are reversed. OR: Wilson is very sleepy, he just wants to cuddle. Rec notes: 1.3k. Established Hilson. Wilson is sleepy and cuddly, House is soft and smitten

In The Next Room by tedspants Creator's summary: Wilson comes over to find House whipping up a batch of "special brownies". Rec notes: 2.7k. Pre-relationship Hilson. Pining!House gets high with Wilson and they're sleepy and soft together

Composed by ferretwhomst Creator's summary: a sick, restless Wilson finds himself in need of House’s company late at night. House indulges him. Rec notes: 2.2k. Pre-Hilson. Sick!Sleepy!Wilson and House being soft and playing music for him :))))

Safety lights. by ariadnes_string Creator's summary: Wilson is ill; House worries. Rec notes: 1.6k. Gen. Sleepy sick feverish Wilson, caring!House playing music for him :))))

Sick Day by Mer Creator's summary: When Wilson comes down with the flu, House decides to take a sick day. Rec notes: 9.7k. Gen. Feverish, sleepy and delirious (and still grieving Amber) Wilson being taken care of by a very in-character House.

Lost Sleep by Mer Creator's summary: Wilson is exhausted, but he can't sleep. House takes charge. Rec notes: 4k. Gen. Sleepy Wilson is drugged by House so he can sleep (Wilson is upset by this)

Perchance by Dee_Laundry Creator's summary: Bed: A piece of furniture for reclining and sleeping, typically consisting of a flat, rectangular frame and a mattress resting on springs. Rec notes: 3.1k. Gen. Wilson is so sleepy and out of it. House is House and they sleep in each other's beds

warmth by occamsplasmacutter Creator's summary: House stirred a little. He made soft sounds in his sleep and pulled himself closer to James' back. He could feel House's face nestle into his neck. House's breath tickled the little hairs. James wondered when the last time he was held like this was. On a camping trip, the temperature drops after Wilson & House have fallen asleep. Rec notes: <1k. Pre-Hilson. Sleepy cuddly Hilson sharing body heat

Helping by deartriplez Creator's summary: Wilson can't sleep, and House decided to help by playing the piano. Rec notes: 1k. Pre-Hilson. Sleepy Wilson needs House bites music to live (sleep)

[feel free to send me fics you think should be on this list and I may add them. The rest of my fic rec lists are here. Last updated 08 October 2024]

[saywhatjessie]

Sit in a Barrel

Written for the House MD 2024 Holiday Gift Exchange (organized by @wilson-is-a-slut! 2.6k [Ao3] Gift for @oriley42. Hope you like!

 “Remember when you said the hardest part of moving was going to be the piano?” Wilson asked miserably, elbow deep in the cupboard.

“We can get a crane to come lift the kitchen out, too,” House said, playing with the tech deck he found. “You were the one who wanted to go through my stuff.”

“You never know what you might need.”

“Wilson, I’ve been living at your place for eight months and haven’t needed any of this shit. Why would I start now?”

Wilson sighed. He and House had argued about this already and he refused to acknowledge that House might be right.

They were both in the kitchen. Wilson had poked House off the couch where he’d been ordering Wilson around the apartment and convinced him to at least be in the room with Wilson while he went through his life. House had parked his ass on the counter and Wilson had started methodically emptying the cupboard of its contents, becoming increasingly baffled at everything he’d found.

“Why do you have so much stuff?” Wilson asked, pointlessly, as he removed an entire stack of disposable baking pans.

House barked a laugh. “You, you fucking loser.”

Wilson looked over at him, frowning.

House sat smugly on his counter, grinding the tech deck on the edge of the microwave. “You always come over and cook for me and bring ingredients for stuff. But you never remember what I already have.”

“No, because you never have anything. You don’t cook.”

“But you never remember what you brought. You think I throw everything away once you leave? No, I shove it in a cabinet to rot.” He flipped the tiny skateboard around his fingers, winking at Wilson. “Now it’s your problem. Reap what you sow.”

Wilson blew out a breath, his cheeks puffing out as he surveyed the contents of the cupboard that he’d spread out on the floor. “Well, fuck.”

House threw his head back and cackled. 

 They were packing up House’s apartment for the last time so he could move in with Wilson for good now that they’ve gotten over themselves and actually committed to being gay together for real.

Wilson definitely wasn’t regretting that decision. Because they were in love. Wilson was 100% sure this time, no matter how many times House said he wouldn’t marry him. But he was questioning himself a little about this whole apartment thing.

“I think I need to bring in more boxes,” Wilson said, mostly to himself. “We can have a donation box for kitchenware you don’t need. A box for unopened, un expired food we can donate–”

“Does food ever really expire?”

Wilson shot him a withering look. “I’m revoking your medical license.”

House just shrugged.

Wilson sighed again, tapping the baking pans against the counter with one hand and rubbing the back of his neck with the other. “We’re obviously going to need trash bags. And another box for the stuff you want to keep and bring over to the condo.”

“We probably won’t need that box.”

“House, I will not be responsible for throwing away your Oma’s gravy boat or something.”

House snorted. “Oma was buried with her gravy boat.”

Wilson growled a little, closing his eyes and dropping his chin to his chest.

This was going to be boring. He knew House was going to be bored doing this which is why House had never bothered doing it before now. Wilson probably could have done this on his own but he really didn’t want to accidentally throw away something House would miss.

Also, yeah, he wanted House’s company because he loved him and wanted to spend time with him. It was fine, he was gay, it was allowed.

“Care to make this a little more interesting?” House asked, bringing WIlson’s attention back.

House had his face scrunched up so he could hold the tiny skateboard on his upper lip like a mustache. Wilson huffed a laugh despite himself.

He dropped the aluminum pans on the pile and raised an eyebrow at House. “Offering to get naked?”

“Always,” House answered easily, the tech deck falling into his lap. “But I was thinking more like a drinking game.”

Wilson hummed, a smile appearing on his face against his will. “Well, getting you liquored up will probably get you naked anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” House said, brightly. He hopped off the counter, shoving the toy into his pocket and landing on his left foot, before turning to line up a couple shot glasses Wilson had already freed from their dusty top shelf prison.

“Pretty sure Chase got me these,” he said, frowning. “His first year with me.”

Wilson came over to inspect them, his hand automatically going to House’s hip.

“And he thought you were really into schnauzers because?”

“He heard me barking at Cuddy.” House said, smiling a little at the dog on the shot glass. “Didn’t get my sarcasm when I explained what was going on.”

Wilson rubbed his chin on House’s shoulder. “Or he did get it and he’s just always been funnier than you’ve given him credit for.”

House hummed. “I think I got too caught up in the lunacy of giving your boss in an elite medical program shot glasses for a gift. I must’ve made a dozen boozer Australian jokes.”

“Which I’m sure he took while looking handsomely befuddled.”

“Yeah.” House sighed. “What an asshole.”

Wilson laughed, pressing a kiss to House’s shoulder. House was absolutely a bastard but Wilson could recognize a save when House gave him one.

He patted House on the butt before going and fetching the worst liquor House had.

They didn’t yet have boxes but Wilson figured they could begin sorting anyway into piles. And there would, of course, be rules for sorting. And while there were already rules for sorting, there would definitely be rules for drinking.

The rules were absolutely nonsensical and mattered less the more they drank.

“Expiration date is over five years old. Shot!”

“Spoon doesn’t match any of the other silverware. Shot!”

“Full of ants. Ew. Shot!”

But eventually they abandoned all the other rules in favor of the biggest and most perplexing offender.

Wilson found at least fifteen open bags of sugar.

“Why is this one different?!” House demanded, loudly drunk and pointing emphatically at a plastic container. “What the fuck difference could this make?”

“It’s raw cane sugar!” Wilson argued, slumped heavily inside a cabinet. “It’s earthier!”

“Why would I want my waffles to be earthy ?”

“I didn’t buy it for the waffles! I bought it for…”

Wilson took a moment, blinking slowly to remember when he’d bought the raw cane sugar.

“Where do they even sell this?” House said, his voice gravelly. He was fully sprawled out on the floor by now. “No way you got this at the Shop-Rite – they don’t have any of this fancy shit.”

Wilson snorted. “Just because it’s not bleached white generic doesn’t mean it’s fancy.”

“It says ‘organic ’,” House said, shittily. “That’s literally hippie speak for fancy.”

“We’re not suffering from food rations anymore, House. This isn’t the food climate of your youth.”

“Do you think I was raised during World War II? What food rationing was happening in the 60’s?”

“Whatever makes you think ‘organic’ is a hippie thing.”

House snorted, chucking the container of sugar at Wilson.

“Yeah, right, just me and ma heading down to talk to the grocer because they didn’t have neat little self-service shelving yet.”

“They actually had self-serving grocery stores as early as 1916,” Wilson said, picking at the cap on the sugar and grinning lazily at House. “You’re not that old.”

House groaned, his head rolling on his neck. “You nerd. Why do you know that?”

“There was a documentary on how Piggly Wigglys fucked up nutritional expectations for Americans by normalizing self-service grocery stores resulting in companies needing to make food more shelf-stable,” Wilson explained, popping the cap open and shutting it. “Hence the return to organic.”

“Ugh,” House complained. “ ‘Hence’ .”

Wilson hummed before slamming the sugar down on the ground next to him. “Jam! That’s what I was making with this.”

“Why were you making jam at my apartment?”

Wilson shrugged. “I think your mom was visiting. There was a chutney or something.”

House grunted and Wilson saw him struggle to sit up. “You make terrible financial decisions.”

“Lucky for you,” Wilson said. House flopped his body over his legs, presumably in total agreement.

Wilson reached down and started scratching over House’s scalp. He felt a content rumble in House’s chest.

“The good news is,” Wilson said. “Sugar never goes bad.”

“Don’t say that like you were prepping for doomsday,” House said, face pressed to Wilson’s thigh. “This isn’t a stockpile of canned beans and peanut butter: you’re just another airheaded pretty boy who could never remember what I already had.”

“You literally just called me a nerd but now I’m an airhead?”

“You are large,” House lazily waved his hand over Wilson’s crotch, not bothering to give voice to the obvious joke. “You contain multitudes.”

“Now who’s the nerd?”

“Fuck you, everyone knows Whitman.”

“You’re quoting poetry at your boyfriend,” Wilson mused, a slight smile tilting his face. “You gay or something?”

“Not sure yet. Mind if I suck you off so I can figure it out?”

“If you think I can get hard right now being this drunk you’re insane.”

“Well that sounds like a challenge.”

“No, it’s not.” Wilson sighed, shoving at House’s shoulders to make him stop trying to worm his way up Wilson’s body. “Goddammit, I really wanted to finish the kitchen today.”

“I mean, you can call me ‘the kitchen’ and then–”

“See, I knew you were gonna get hornier than me when we did this. You owe me $20.”

“Literally an impossible thing to judge, you can’t prove that.”

“Try taking your hand out of my pants and saying that again.”

House pouted, his hand slowly retreating from the fly of Wilson’s jeans.

Wilson patted House’s hand, fondly, and started shuffling them up to be less horizontal. “We can still do this,” he insisted. “We just have to get them in piles today, we can box them up in the morning.”

House grumbled, clawing at Wilson’s body to drag himself to sitting. “Does that mean we’re sleeping here?”

“Looks like.”

House hummed, his eyebrows creased as he thought before they relaxed and he nodded. “Okay. Should be fine. Pretty sure I still have lube in the side table.”

“I now have reasonable cause to be concerned about expiration dates.”

“Lube doesn’t go bad .”

“Medical license. Revoked.”

“Come on, worse that’ll happen is a rash.”

“ Or a bacterial infection. And I should also remind you that a rash in your asshole would be bad .”

“But not as bad as not having you in my asshole.”

“I should make you take a cab home.”

“Noooo..” House complained, shoving his hands up under Wilson’s shirt. “I’ll be good. I’ll be less horny. We can finish the kitchen before I try and convince you to ignore the food and drug administration again.”

Wilson sighed. “Small mercies.” And he submitted to bringing House into a kiss while his face was already there.

Wilson realized they’d gotten back to horizontal after way too long and had also, in their making out, spilled some sugar.

“Oh nooo,” Wilson complained, scooching across the floor to worry over the bags. “We’ve got powdered with granulated. Brown and white. Utter mayhem.”

“We need to segregate the sugars!” House agreed. “Only space for one kind in the mess on the floor.”

“It is a fitting metaphor, I guess,” Wilson said, brushing the mess into a pile with the heel of his hand. “It’s all going in the garbage just the same in the end.”

House grunted, bringing himself fully to his feet. Wilson knew him too well to hope he might be getting a broom. “Does that mean you want to desegregate the sugars? Dump them all in a sack and be done with it?”

Wilson wrinkled his nose. “No.”

“Fascist.”

“Get me the broom.”

House grumbled but did limp away in the vague direction of his storage closet.

Wilson had grabbed a paper towel and was slowly sweeping the sugar onto it by the time House came back, shockingly without a broom.

Instead, he carried a leather notebook, grinning.

“Look what I found!” He said, delightedly. “It’s the journal the ridiculously old fraud got me before he left!”

Wilson looked up at him, rubbing his hands together to get the sugar off. “I didn’t know he got you a gift.”

“Yeah, he left it on my passenger seat after breaking into my car,” House said, fondly. He opened the flap and ran a hand over the pages. “He was so cool. I should call him.”

“Aw, so cute,” Wilson said, indulgently. “Old man date.”

“That’s right,” House nodded. “You better start walking around in skimpy outfits before I trade up for someone more distinguished.”

“So then shouldn’t I be aiming to look more distinguished? Put more clothes on?”

“You put on more clothes and I’ll kill myself.”

Wilson snorted, dumping the sugar in the trash. There was absolutely still grit on the floor but that was a problem for later.

He looked back to see House frowning around his old apartment. “Maybe I should actually try and save some of this crap, huh?”

Wilson didn’t bother hiding his smirk. “Nah, you probably won’t miss it. When have you ever needed some of your dad’s old tools to save a patient or something.”

House grumbled, turning toward his old bedroom. “God, that was one time.”

Wilson chuckled, listening to House limp around his apartment while he turned back to the kitchen.

The work went a lot faster without House there to distract him, of course. He even found boxes for everything: baking sheets and favorite utensils in one with some usable foodstuff (yes, including some sugar) to go to the condo, expired food in the trash, another box for cans they would never eat for donation. For everything a place.

Wilson was so bored he could cry.

“House,” he whined, when he couldn’t take it anymore. “There’s stuff I need your input on. And also I miss you.”

“Gay,” House called from down the hallway.

Wilson huffed, pushing himself up to follow House’s voice.

He found House sitting on his bed surrounded by stuff.

There was the Joseph Bells book Wilson had given him and a crochet blanket he’d gotten from his mother. The watch, the LP, and the second edition Arthur Conan Doyle from House’s Secret Santa prank a few years ago. Slippers from Cameron. A passive aggressive alarm clock from Foreman.

House frowned up at Wilson when he heard him come in. “Am I a sentimental idiot?”

Wilson frowned, coming around to sit on the bed next to House and link their fingers together. “Yes.”

House grunted. “Well, fuck.”

Wilson laughed, leaning against House’s body.

House nudged him back. “Will we even have room for all my precious heirlooms? Where will we keep your million bags of sugar?”

“We can probably dump a lot of the sugar,” Wilson reassured him, flicking his finger over the book from Cuddy House was holding. “I think what we’re learning is you’re sweet enough.”

House gagged. “Ew.”

Wilson kissed him on the head. 

[greghatecrimes]

Baby Ducks AU Teenage Headcanons

(Only Chase and Thirteen this time since I'm still not exactly sure how I'm going to put Kutner in this AU, but eventually I will write some for him too)

Both Chase and Thirteen are one hundred thousand percent 'nerds'. In both the academic and the hobby sense.

Both of them are quick as a whip (they're House's kids, how could they not be?). On the Honor Roll, all honors and AP classes, that sort of thing. There's never any pressure from House or Wilson to be high achieving; they're very self motivated, but it's not for the grades or the GPA. Growing up with House meant that his thirst for knowledge rubbed off on them. They always want to know more about the world, the body, the brain, etc.

Chase is quiet about it, but he's a bookworm. He's always got one in his backpack or on his bedside table.

Thirteen enjoys reading too, but she's a bit more of a TV nerd. I think her favorites would be Xena: Warrior Princess, Buffy, most of the Star Trek series, etc. (Probably also really liked the '80s She-Ra as a kid, even though it was a little bit before her time in this AU)

Thirteen and some of her friends get into D&D when she's 12-13, and she LOVES it. She (lovingly) bullies Chase into trying it despite his many, many complaints, but he ends up adoring it, too. They manage to convince House and drag Wilson into doing one-shots with them a couple times a month, and eventually start trying to wheedle their way into a full campaign. (They succeed. House DMs and has too much fun with it.)

(Wilson is supportive of the nerdiness and D&D, it just takes him a while to wrap his head around how to do TTRPGs)

Neither one of them is quite as into video games as House is, but they both enjoy playing them. There are definitely many extremely intense family Mario Kart nights, and Thirteen and Chase have one hundred percent gotten into a physical fight that started over Mario Kart (lmaoooo).

Thirteen is into the Legend of Zelda games whereas I think teenage Chase would enjoy faster paced games like the Sonic franchise. Both of them like the Pokémon games and would probably play the ones you could link up with each other on (the ones on GBC and GBA, and maybe later the original NDS) together.

Tweenage Chase and Thirteen (14 and 12) stay up way too late to play Pokemon together. There's a period where almost every night they're hidden in one of their bedrooms, lights off and covers pulled up over their heads, with a flashlight and their Gameboy Colors.

Teenage Chase takes after House and plays the guitar. He can definitely carry a tune (read: he has a great voice but he's modest about it/doesn't ever tell anyone outside his family about it), but he'd keep singing as something for himself, just at home or in private.

Thirteen takes up the piano to improve her dexterity and fine motor skills once she's old enough to understand that she's at risk for Huntington's. Music theory isn't her style, but she does love the challenge in teaching herself progressively harder and harder pieces, and the control and detail it takes to master something particularly tricky.

House has absolutely shown them anime and manga. More on that in a later post for sure.

[yesterdaysnewts]

so i just finished the first season of house md and let me say

your attachment to wilson is understandable, that man has the biggest brownest eyes ive ever seen

house on the other hand has the scariest blue eyes known to man pls buy her brown contact lenses

i actually like cameron x house i would potentially like to see more of that she is a very nice contrast to house and i rlly want to see that dynamic explored even though the season 1 finale did make it pretty clear that hes still in love with stacey

speaking of which im looking forward to seeing how her presence in the hospital shakes things up

im very glad they got rid of vogler or whatever his name was i had vivid hallucinations of punching him in the face repeatedly everytime he was on screen

i want to find out what the deal with foreman is. he has matching shows with house. he hates homeless people. he committed a crime at 16. he broke into a patients house to figure out how to comfort her while she died. literally who is this man i need to knowwwww

that brings me to chase. i cant figure him out either, first hes a brown nose to house, then hes snitching on him every chance he gets, he doesnt need to money but he wants his job, he is somehow to coolest person in this show and the lamest, he wears a leather jecket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commerical. hes my favourite

also i want it to be actually brought up that house plays piano? like in the first season there are 4 seperate times he plays piano (tho he only mimes playing it one time so technically only three)

GOD this show i cant believe i didnt watch it sooner

wilson really does have the most wettest biggest brownest eyes i have ever seen and it makes him so scrunkly i need to put him in a bag and bash that bag into a brick wall

and yea houses eyes are fucking terrifying and the worse thing is that someone on a discord server once edited him to have brown eyes and somehow it was scarier

also you are like the first person ive seen express a like for cameron x house so honestly god speed for that but you do bring up some banging fucking points

live laugh love stacey that is really all i have to say to that her and house have such a good juicy relationship

fun fact vogler only exists because fox wanted someone to like oppose house and that so the writers threw him in and in process made chase a dickhead (still bbg tho)

also FOREMAN, god i love him so much like mans presents himself as like 'oh smart doctor, id want this man to be my doctor' but then as the show progresses you just end up looking at him like 'what happened here'. in s3 you do properly start to see how he parallels house and it is scrumptious top tier telly and, like chase, he is a fucking dickhead. and the car thing as well cos like he goes on about how he pulled himself out of that but then you watch and he clings to normalcy and making something of himself its brilliant

and the shit himself chase. i find it so fucking funny how his first name is robert like he does not fucking look like a robert. and his relationship with house like fucking hell, you can tell chase is desperately trying to separate himself from his actual dad and by doing that he clung onto his work and especially house in an attempt to do that.

also 'he wears a leather jacket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commercial. he is my favourite' speaks for itself cause yeag.

unfortunately i don't actually think its bought up that house can play piano later on but you do get to see him play other instruments which is fun cause hugh laurie is a really good musician and im so happy they gave house interests outside of just medicine

happy watching the show is gonna make you go just a bit insane

[wahoo-venus]

Short Hilson fic where House plays the piano, mayhaps? 😍

sure thing! it takes a bit to get to the piano part, sorry 'bout that, haha! I hope you enjoy<3

lmk if you have any more requests!

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1,072 words

Wilson has trouble sleeping, and House knows how to help him

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Fifth night in a row. God dammit.

Wilson stared at the ceiling with a frown. He was crashing at House's place, hoping that a change of air would help him sleep. It didn't.

For some unknown reason, the last four nights he wasn't able to sleep. This night appeared to be the same.

It was becoming a problem. He tried everything that helped in the past: Jogging until feeling extremely tired, taking a long steamy bath, reading the most boring documents he could find, taking melanin... Nothing. Zero. Nada.

He got up, irritated, and went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet looking for a glass, grabbing the tallest one he could find. He closed the pannel a little aggressively, and then opened the fridge with the same force. After analyzing the liquids avaliable, he opted for some orange juice and, again, closed the door with more aggression than needed. He poured the drink on his glass until it was about to spill, and drank it in one go, but before he could put the glass down he heard a familiar voice.

"Don't you dare break my glass. I think you already broke all other furniture you touched tonight" House entered the kitchen and went past him, eyeing the fridge as to see if there was any damage.

Wilson could only sigh. "Sorry. Did I wake you?" He put the glass down, very carefully now that he was aware of the force he put into his actions before. He glanced at House half looking for approval and half looking for forgiveness.

"No, my sixth sense warned me that if I didn't go to the kitchen right this instant, I would have one less glass in my arsenal." He said this while looking for box of cookies in pantry, side-eying him before actually finding the box. Wilson chuckled at the comment.

"Thank God for the supernatural" He said with a tinge of playfulness in his tone, before switching to a more exasperated one. "I'm just frustrated. I–"

"Still can't sleep" House said with his mouth filled with chocolate chip cookies, raising an eyebrow at him. His attention was now fully on his friend, when he wasn't taking another bite of his sweet snack.

"I've tried everything!" He shook his hands in the air, voice raising an octave. "I don't know what else to do! I feel like I'm going insane!" He turned to look at his friend, who was observing his outburst, almost puzzled. "I going to go crazy if I don't sleep tonight" this last part was almost a plea, as if House could do anything about it. His look changed from pensive to a little annoyed.

"And it's going to be my problem if you don't" Wilson hoped it meant what he thought it did. That House had a solution. That the solution was very, very simple, and that House knew it. If he was lucky, House would even share it.

Wilson took a few wary steps, as if aproaching a wild animal that he didn't want escaping. He didn't dare make a sound, just waited until House said something, hoping it would be useful. He stared, staying very still.

Then House rolled his eyes. "You should go back to the couch. My couch, by the way. You should be thankful i haven't invited some hooker and let her sleep there" He grabbed his cane and marched past Wilson, leaving the cookies behind.

He sighed. Of course he wouldn't help him. He had to pay some bigger price, like 100 Clinic Hours, or Unlimited Chinese Food For a Year. He rubbed his face with his hands and let out another sigh, thinking what he was willing to sacrifice for some sleep. Squeezing his eyes shut, he came up with a few ideas. But his train of thought was interrupted by something that came from the living room.

He opened his eyes and looked up. That... was House playing the piano? Was he playing for him?

He almost didn't dare to move. Then he thought about it, and if he didn't move House would probably shout at him and stop playing. So he slowly went to the living room, stopping as soon as House was in his range of view.

He really was playing. Wilson didn't know what, exactly, he never was one for classical music. But it was beautiful. It was calm yet not slow. And the way House was playing... He feels that if he heard another man play it, it wouldn't be as good.

Swallowing a bit, he took courage to lay on the couch. He tried to make as little sound as possible, and layed in a comfortable position where he could look at the piano.

He couldn't look at House's face, but he supposed it was better. That way he couldn't make fun at him later for making shocked expression with a touch of adoration. Instead, he was looking at his hands.

They looked so rough. They were lanky and long, with calluses from playing the guitar and messing with chemicals every once in a while. And they played marvelously. They went from one side of the piano to the other, swaying and not missing a single note.

The melody was a bit cheery, and the pace wasn't exactly fast, but was not at all slow. He smiled, and chuckled a bit. House took notice, because he turned his head a bit and gave a side-eye. Luckily Wilson was still looking at his hands.

House stopped playing. A beat. Dammit, Wilson had ruined it. He closed his eyes shut. Dammit. But before he could spiral, House started again.

This time it was a very calm melody. Sweet. Tender. Slow, but not boring. Again, it was beautiful. And House was playing it. For him.

He took a deep breath, and let it out, tension leaving his body. He didn't care if he had to pay a thousand dollars in cash tomorrow, it was worth it. He loved this. It was amazing, and almost didn't want to fall asleep just to keep hearing his friend play.

But his worries slowly flew away, leaving him with nothing but a tired body and an exhausted mind. He let the notes enter his body and invade his mind with the same words he used earlier: Calm. Sweet. Tender. Slow. Beautiful. House.

He fell asleep with a smile plastered on his face.

[tiredandanxiouschaos]

I saw that reblog of my previous hallucinating medicine student House AU talking about Wilson's younger brother being a metaphor for House's want for irl Wilson to look for him and YES. I also thought about some other subconscious parts of House's hallucination and I thought that things like Wilson's and House's arguments is fantasy mixed with irl memories of their irl arguments that lead to the end of their irl friendship, but House's mind right away makes happy (or at least happier then irl) endings to them. Also, I think that all those self-reflections or in general odd behaviour for someone cold like House is just his irl thoughts/emotions/personality traits slipping in and his leg hurting more or less is a metaphor for his irl mental pain being better or worse the certain day. He also gets ideas while Wilson says something, because irl Wilson was his muse when it comes to piano playing (which irl House used to do when he still lived in his family house) and main motivation to study. And Kutner's $uic1de is a real memory that wasn't suppoused to slip in, but it did.

[purrassicjet]

Requiem

House rested his hands on the keys of his piano, the ones formerly startling white, now dull grey in the gloom of the unlit apartment. Black keys intercut them like patches of the void. Harder notes. The first chord came with a sigh, a slow, melancholy note, the perfect beginning to a slow and melancholy song. The keys were cold against his fingertips, seeming to sap any remaining warmth from his chilling hands. The piece started slow. A simple melody that echoed through the empty apartment, devoid of any other life. He was alone once more. Just him and the piano.

Oh, Wilson.

The good times flowed despite the melancholy of the piece. Hours spent playing poker, knowing exactly when each other were bluffing, knowing when the cards were stacked against them. A connection, stronger than anything ever witnessed by any others. Comfort in the darkest of times. The man in the unlit apartment struck the next notes in the symphony from memory, drawing in more specific feelings. Bowling. The sound of the balls rumbling down the alley, the clatter of the pins when they fell, all of them, a cheer. House couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes he lost, sometimes he won, but every time the experience became burned into his memory. Something he could look back to and smile. Something he could look back on and know that there was somebody out there who cared for him. That Wilson was there. That Wilson would always be there.

A note.

Wrong.

Subtle to the untrained ear, so incredibly loud to the experienced man. A fight. Not yelling, not screaming, but begging . The bitter words of righteous anger, the bitter taste of self destruction. The piece was becoming faster, the movements no longer a conscious memory, the memory of the muscles that had played this piece time and time again. Why did he destroy himself? And why did Wilson care so deeply? Why hadn’t he been left on the sidewalk to rot the moment he had pushed Wilson away so sharply. The moment he had nearly ruined his life. 

The notes were being played properly now, but the torrent of guilt was too much. Time and time again House had nearly ruined the life of Wilson, but Wilson had stayed. What had he done to deserve this devotion? What had he done to deserve somebody who would stand beside him no matter what?

“I don’t want to push this till it breaks.”

House repeated the words over and over under his breath as he played, his outward appearance a serene town, his inner thoughts the civil unrest within. He had pushed it until it broke. He had pushed it until things had crashed and burned. He had pushed it until things had been too much to bear. He had pushed it until he had cared. He had cared so deeply that he couldn’t handle even the thought that Wilson would never want to see him again. He would have rather died than lived in a world where Wilson hated him, and now he was living in that world.

There were no poker nights, there were no bowling nights, there were only nights alone with his piano playing the same piece over and over again until it was burned into his memory. Until there was nothing left but the piece. There could be no emotions, no guilt, no regret, there was only the music. The way the music vibrated the glass of scotch, every slight sloshing reminded him of the feeling of vomit in his mouth, looking up into Wilson’s eyes to see the disappointment. 

Some say Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 6 was written while the composer was thinking of bringing about his own end. Funny how House had started playing it after his own life had nearly ended. Wilson had saved him by just being there, but what would happen now? What would happen now that there was nobody? He struck the notes hard and fast, slamming down on the keys with such vigour that he wondered if he would have any scotch left to drink when the piece was over. 

The piece would never be over. House could play it over and over and over and over again but it would never bring Wilson back. It would never take away the cutting words.

“I’m trying to move on”

Nothing was supposed to ever change, people didn’t change, people just became more of themselves. Was what he and Wilson had really real? Was it all just pity?!

House stopped playing. 

The piece was nowhere near complete, nowhere close to being over, but House stopped. House stopped and reached out for the glass on the piano, downing it in one gulp and relishing in the burn.

The burn chased away the memories.

The bad.

The good.

The everything.

[lazyrants]

Welcome to LazyTown (prod 106)

Original airdate: August 16, 2004

Story by Magnus Scheving

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie, Magnus Scheving

Directed by Magnus Scheving, Raymond P. Le Gue

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, Amanda Maddock, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess

LazyTown is definitely my favorite TV show and always will be. And this is where it all started. In all honestly, a decent pilot.

The episode begins with an (honestly mysterious) cold open from Sportacus, featuring him in the airship, waking up, flipping, blah blah blah. Honestly a very cool start to the show, and I actually think Sportacus is the best character.

Photo taken by LazyPooky. pictures.lazytown.eu

So, anyways, the next scene is them playing video games in Pixel's house, and is such a blatant introduction to the characters. Pixel is playing the same video game over and over (which is a football game even though the LazyTown kids would not even THINK about playing football), Trixie is asking Stingy for popcorn (this is not something she'd do, she'd definitely steal it in the live shows or in Season 2), Stingy is refusing to give it to her and Ziggy is being the regular kid he is and eating candy. I STILL love his character.

For the record, you must be demented if you eat popcorn for anything other than a slight snack or for a movie/TV night.

I know that it was the sixth episode produced, but it just feels so weird. The opening sequence for the characters are just.. so out of character. So anyways, we're now in Milford's office while he's cleaning up, and Bessie is.. being Bessie and yippity yappiting awayy on da phone. Milford cleans Bessie with a feather duster, then proceeds to tell her why - Stephanie, his niece is coming to visit town. Normally I find Milford funny in the first season of the show, but I didn't laugh at all during this sequence. I HATE BESSIE. And it confuses me to think that she's my mother's favourite character (Her favourite episode is also Remote Control..)

However, this sequence is much much more funnier. Robbie is in his lair eating the same creamy cake he seems to eat about a million times in this show. He then laughs about how lazy the town is and how it'll stay like that under his watch, then he sits on his piano and throws away his cake. Perfect timing, you're talking about how where you live is just how you like it and you're so strong and fierce and scary to keep it that way, but his clumsiness shows out for that. Robbie was never my favourite character, but Stefan portrayed him amazingly.

So, now Stephers is in LazyTown, at shock about how terrible it is. Weeds all over the place, bugs flying, nobody outside. Did she expect a town called LAZYTOWN to be the home of professional athletes?

Anyways, she meets Milford, her uncle, and he offers to carry her stuff. Stephanie declines and Milford says she is strong. In the lair, Robbie has gotten another slice of cake, and he spits it out and throws it away in shock at the word 'Stephanie'. This is why there was never an episode about wasting food on the show. Except Swiped Sweets where Sportacus says 'Food's for throwing, not for growing!' Robbie suspects trouble for his masterplan to keep the town lazy. We are now in Milford's amazing house, and Stephanie thinks so as well.

Milford talks about how he is baking a cake for Bessie after Stephanie complains about the smell, and of course Milford messed it up. Anyways, Stephanie talks about playing outside and Milford laughs and informs her that nobody plays in LazyTown, but they USED to. Stephanie asks what she can do after Milford takes her to her room and supplies her with a deck of cards.

Supposedly an hour later, Stephanie has made a tower with her cards and Milford comes to check on her. Stephanie says that if she had another deck she would have made the Empire State Building. When I first heard that, I thought if 9/11 had not happened that she would have said 'the Twin Towers'. However LazyPooky on the GLF reminded me she was only making one building with the deck of cards, and that in different dubs the building has changed. So she shut down my theory, and pretty damn well.

Now the two are in the kitchen, checking out the cake. Stephanie compliments it then tries to go outside. Milford stops her for two reasons: Nobody plays outside, and Milford feared an injury. Stephanie convinces Milford to let her go, and as Milford predicted. It's boring. Nothing happens except her sitting on a bench alone, rolling a ball. Ziggy comes up to her and they introduce one another. Ziggy tells Stephanie to come to Pixel's house, and she accepts.

Ziggy tries introducing the gang to Stephanie, but nobody listens. Pixel looks at her and then gains an instant crush and loses his game, but he really doesn't care. Uhm.. I might just say this is one of the most cringe inducing scenes of the whole show, except where Stingy coughs/chokes on his popcorn in shock that Pixel doesn't mind losing.

Stephanie introduces herself and then asks them to play soccer. Pixel says they're already playing soccer (the idiot) and Stephanie asks about REAL soccer. They say they have never played a single sports before and Stephanie sings the song "Have You Ever" (not knowing that Robbie is watching), which I find an incredibly mediocre song, unless it's in instrumental without the vocals. It still boggles my mind how that won the song vote in 2005.

Anyways, they start kicking a ball around, but Trixie kicks it too high and Robbie gains hold of it. Now plays a kid friendly version of bribing - Robbie gives Trixie a ball to throw at a window, Pixel a new video game with "6000 PLUS bonus levels!!" (Robbie tells Stingy the game was his), and Ziggy a large pile of candy. Robbie tells Stephanie to be lazy like a "good girl" and she reprises Have You Ever in a sad way. It is just me, or is singing when you're sad is totally stupid?

Stephanie is writing in her diary at Milford's house and he can clearly see how sad Stephanie is. Milford tells Stephanie about "Number 9", a superhero from the North Sea who swooshed all around and gives her a tube to send a letter to his airship. I've seen the color scheme of that tube all over the place, and I think once at a barber shop. So it's just getting annoying.

Stephanie writes a letter, puts it in the tube and sends it to the airship, all while Robbie keeps on trying to say that it will only makes things worse and she shouldn't do it. Of course, they're at such far distances that Stephanie can't hear Robbie and she sends the letter to Number 9. I have a fond memory of being in second grade, requesting we watch this episode during indoors break time, and having to pause the video on a frame of Stephanie's struggling face. Everyone thought it was hilarious. I also remember making a GIF out of this. Stephanie was sending a bomb to the airship. I really question my sanity.

Now Number 9 has the letter. He reads the letter, then reads a book about the history of the show (the town existed before pre-colonial Australia), writes a letter to Stephanie, puts it in an airplane shape, then in a bowling ball, then sends it to her. All while jumping and flipping occasionally, but not showing his face ONCE to the camera. Man, this guy is cool!

Stephanie recieves the letter after a long time, and Number 9 arrives in LazyTown, except he isn't Number 9! AN IMPOSTER! It's Number 10. People call him Sportacus, but Sportacus calls himself a slightly above average superhero. I call him the best Nickelodeon character ever.

Beep beepity beep! His crystal beeps two times and he goes on a saving rampage - saving Ziggy, Trixie and Stingy. What a dude, always there when you need him.

Now Robbie is pissed. He feels rotten, so he decides to set up a trap for Sportacus, but instead Bessie falls for it. I must say that digging a hole hundreds of feet into the ground is a surefire way to get someone murdered. Luckily Sportacus, Stephanie and Milford save Bessie. Milford gives Bessie a cake. For a few seconds they both forget Bessie is in a life threathening situation and compliment the cake. See, this is why LazyTown is the pinnacle of comedy, not to mention that while Sportacus is saving Bessie, she has no expression at all. Cons of being a puppet.

Sportacus decides to stay in LazyTown (yes!!) and then they all sing the Bing Bang song while pricking weeds. Robbie is not happy for any of it, and he even falls into his own trap (obviously on accident).

I kinda liked that episode. I used to not like it very much, but revisiting it (A.K.A re-reading the transcript, looking at screenshots and watching the trailer), I actually think it's a pretty good episode, especially for the first one of the whole show.

7/10

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 25 - Trying

I didn’t mind House on the rounds, but him constantly checking me out was a little distracting to the junior doctors I was trying to teach.

‘How long can I expect you to be around?’ I asked, sending the students on their way.

‘One hundred and twenty hours.’ He said. ‘Unless you want to sign me off now?’

I thought about the prospect of him hanging around every morning. ‘Might not be the worst idea.’

‘Really? I thought you’d be more into this.’

‘I like seeing you every day,’ I nodded. ‘But it is distracting to feel you watching my every move without actually listening to what I’m saying.’

‘I don’t need to listen.’ He reasoned.

‘I know.’ I concurred and turned to head towards my office. I could hear him following me.

‘So, I was thinking we could get some dinner tonight?’ House said, closing my office door.

‘Sure.’ I nodded. ‘I finish at six, meet you in the lobby?’

‘Sounds good.’

I caught the expression on his face and knew there was something more he wanted to say.

‘Say it now or save it for dinner, I’ve got other patients to see.’ I chuckled coming back around my desk, ready to leave as soon as we were done.

House just observed me for a moment. ‘Is this making you happy? Dinner and dates and hanging out without sex?’

I was a little taken back by the question. ‘Erm, yeah, I guess so. I like hanging out with you, we have fun… why did you highlight the lack of sex?’

‘Because I want to know if this is making you happy.’ He repeated.

I frowned. ‘Greg, you make me happy, you make me laugh and we work. With or without sex.’ I told him. ‘Is this really bothering you?’

‘I don’t know.’ He shrugged. ‘Does it bother you?’

I sighed. ‘I’m enjoying what we’re doing.’

House nodded. ‘Okay. Good.’

‘But don’t get me wrong, the second you want to get naked, I’ll be right there and ready to take advantage.’ I smiled, making him chuckle. ‘If you want, we can go to my place tonight?’ I offered, stepping into his space and watching his eyes darken. ‘We can play music, have a drink, you can stay over and we can-‘

‘Get naked?’ House cut me off. ‘I’m down, I’ll see you in the lobby.’

House smiled and left my office, I felt good for the remainder of the day and I couldn’t wait to head home and enjoy my evening.

House saw her talking to a nurse in the lobby, he didn’t want to interrupt and waited for her at the door.

‘Do you want to order in?’ She asked, coming up behind him.

Once they were in her apartment, House felt nervous. They sat and watched TV until the pizza arrived, they talked a little, he felt good, he felt like they were verging on something domestic. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he knew it was making him happy. He put his arm around her and the weight of her against his chest was comforting.

They ate and had a drink while she played the piano, he listened and wished he’d brought his guitar so they could play together. Somehow he’d ended up sitting with her, teaching her a new song, that she actually picked up pretty quickly.

‘You’re getting pretty good at this.’ He said while she played.

‘I practised every day while you were gone.’ She admitted a little sadly. ‘I wanted to call, but I didn’t know if it was a good idea. I’d had a really hard day when you phoned. Wilson took me to dinner for my birthday, but we didn’t really talk, there just wasn’t anything I felt I could say that would make anything feel better. For me, it was just about not feeling worse, but when you called and I played for you… I felt good.’ She gently bit her lip, still watching herself play. ‘I missed you.’

‘Anna.’ He whispered, she slowly looked up at him and scanned his face. ‘I’m sorry for everything I did that hurt you.’

‘It’s okay.’

‘It’s not.’ He breathed heavily. ‘It’s not okay. You deserve better than anything I could offer you, but what matters is what you want.’ Her blue eyes held with his. ‘That’s what I mean by more. I want to give you what you want, I want to help you decide what that is, I want to try and be prepared to give you that.’ House hoped she believed him. ‘I’m in love with you and I want you to feel that.’

Anna smiled. ‘Greg, I’ve always felt that.’ She said and he no longer wanted to resist kissing her.

Anna was good for him, things were easy with Anna, they were complicated and often weighted, but they were easy. He felt like he was worth something more when she was around.

Their clothes lay in places between the living room and the bedroom, the low light made her skin look warm, she was soft and exciting and the way she laughed when she was enjoying his teasing was all too familiar.

House knew she could feel a change of pace, she felt a new version of their relationship developing. They weren’t having sex, they were making love.

He lay on top of her, panting, trying not to put all his weight on her, but not quite having the energy to move away just yet. He kissed the side of her head, he smiled when she hummed and he felt good.

‘I love you.’ He whispered, kissing her softly. ‘I’ve always loved you.’

‘I know.’ She whispered back, her fingers tracing through his hair. ‘I’ve always loved you too.’

House felt the emotion overwhelm him and for the first time since he could remember, he cried. Anna was there, she understood, she got why he cried and why this was important him. She was important to him and he wasn’t going to mess this up again.

Wilson noticed an improvement in House since he and Anna started seeing each other again. He wasn’t bragging about his relationship, House was actually being reserved and private about it. He talked about Anna in a quiet and non invasive way and Wilson couldn’t believe how mature he was being.

‘So, you guys going to move in or what?’ Wilson asked him while they looked over the balcony in the lobby.

‘No.’ He said, watching the nurses.

‘Why not?’

‘Not ready.’ He said, simply.

‘Really?’ Wilson out his hands on his hips. ‘A few years ago you were ready to move with her, now you say you’re not ready? What changed?’

‘A couple of shootings, crazy house, surgery, you know the usual stuff.’

Wilson didn’t get a chance to ask anything else, House walked away.

He didn’t see Cameron’s leaving coming, House was a little upset about it, but Anna was able to help him feel a little better about it.

They were good for each other, Anna was smiling at work and her department was running tighter and more efficiently than ever. The one thing that was still worrying Wilson was the fact that she had a problem with Foreman.

‘I don’t have a problem with Foreman.’ She said, working her way through files at the nurses station. ‘He’s just overstepping boundaries and thinks he can get away with things that I wouldn’t even let House get away with.’

‘Like what?’

‘He’s tried to push his patients up the list for procedures, tried to manipulate my staff in order to do so and he thinks he’s a better doctor than he is.’ She glanced at him over the top of her glasses. ‘Anything else?’

‘I guess not.’ Wilson held his hands up in surrender. ‘So you and House are happy?’

Anna suddenly looked like she’d been tripped up. ‘For the time being.’ She nodded.

‘For the time being? What does that mean?’

‘Look, he’s different, he’s trying harder now and it’s…’ she half laughed. ‘I don’t know it’s just all getting a bit serious. I still don’t know how ready I am for serious.’ She handed over the files and gave him a sympathetic look. ‘It’s easier to be with someone when you know you can quit at any time with no consequences. If I get in too deep and it doesn’t work out, it’s not just him that’ll be broken by it. I’m still trying to figure out if I can handle that.’

Wilson thought about it for a moment and nodded. He understood. And he didn’t blame her, this would take a lot of time.

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Hey, I hope your anxiety is better now and

I'm sending you lots of love and support!

My question would be tho; if you could direct a film/series/episode crossover with Sherlock and House MD what would happen?

Thank you so much that means a lot! lots of love to u as well, my friend. :)

Ooo I’m honestly not sure. I feel like they’d meet on a walk out somewhere desolate since they both like to be alone a lot. Holmes would start a conversation despite House giving him annoyed looks. I know they're practically the same person but House is absolutely more of a dick than Holmes. Holmes would obviously not fall for his bs though. Holmes would talk about his Watson while House would talk about his Wilson and how they make them feel. I'd like to think they'd be more vulnerable with each other since they're so alike. I think an episode with them would be one of those episodes that focused on them talking more than the patient/case, assuming it was an episode of House M.D. of course. They might even head to House's apartment and jam out with House playing his piano and Holmes playing his violin (because he carries it with him everywhere he goes I guess???)

I can just imagine House's team meeting Holmes for the first time.

Cameron: He's weird.

Foreman: Yeah...House weird.

Chase: Think they're related?

Cameron: Nah, he's too nice.

Foreman: And English.

[housemd-described]

[ID: a series of questions with answers by Hugh Laurie.

1: [Comment from Carrie]

Have you read any House fanfic?

Hugh Laurie: I haven’t read any housefic. Any good?

2: [Comment from Fanny]

Please, please, please, any spoilers on Huddy ?

Hugh Laurie: I have taken a Huddy oath. Not a word shall pass these finger tips.

3: [Comment From ally]

Hi Hugh ! what do you think about House cooking? Is he going to learn with wilson?

Hugh Laurie: H obsesses over cooking the way he obsesses over everything else

4: [Comment from huddy1821]

Is it hard talking in the american accent?

Hugh Laurie: Yeah. Or is it yeeeeaah, or yep?

5: [Comment from Anastasiya from Moscow]

Hi! do you think you would make friends with Gregory House? Thanks for being here with us - lots of love from Russia

Hugh Laurie: I think I wd [would] like GH - friends, not so sure

6: [Comment From Andrea from W Palm Beach]

Do you have to practice being Mr. Crankypants or does it just come naturally for you?

Hugh Laurie: I am naturally cranky. It’s how they found me.

7: [Comment from Cindy]

Ideally, what would you like to focus on after House ends?

Hugh Laurie: like to focus on sleeping in

8: [Comment from jo in London]

How did you come to write cuddy’s serenade. Does house play piano differently to you?

Hugh Laurie: Hm Obviously H can’t play things that I can’t play, so that’s a kind of parameter. but I thought of what might be on his mind while he’s at the piano

9: [Comment From Julia]

Do you have a favorite cane from the show?

Hugh Laurie: I liked the flame cane. I’m that kind of fool.

10: [Comment From Kristen]

In what direction do you want to see House (the character) evolve?

Hugh Laurie: I don’t mind what direction, as long as it’s done with style

11: [Comment From Rei]

What do you do on Monday nights when House airs. Do you watch it? Or are you doing something else?

Hugh Laurie: I am anywhere but in fron of TV on Monday nights. I suddenly find chores in the garage.

12: [Comment From Katrine from Norway]

Have you ever been hurt on the House set?

Hugh Laurie: I bang myself every now and then, and have to fall over sometimes which gets sore by take 9

13: [Comment From sanman]

will house have to come terms with God/faith/spirituality at some point, or will he always be comfy as an athiest? [sic]

Hugh Laurie: I think H is a pretty confirmed atheist - or he’s religious, but reason is his religion

14: [Comment From ]

Do you think House will ever find anyone or will he end up alone?

Hugh Laurie: I think he will find someone.

15: [Comment From Zap2it]

Zap2it.com users just voted you Best Doctor and Best Antihero. Seems kind of oxymoronic. What do you think?

[Comment from Hugh Laurie]

Maybe, but a good oxymoron, no? oxycool

16: [Comment From Sean]

You referred to ‘favorite moments’ earlier. Any one or two you could mention?

Hugh Laurie: Wilson on speed

17: [Comment From Rory]

Are there any similarities between you and House? besides the obvious ones! ahaha. Good luck with the Emmys!

Hugh Laurie: Me and H we’re the same height. And we both floss intermittently.

18: [Comment From Mac]

What do you do to be relaxing after a hard shooting day?

Hugh Laurie: Thank you ma’am you are too kind - I noodle around when the house is empty...

19: [Comment from Rhys]

Is there anything you miss from England that you don’t get in America?

Hugh Laurie: I miss rain. I mean I love sunshine too but there’s something odd about a place this green that has no rain. Feels wrong.

20: [Comment from Kirara]

Does acting like House become easy for you by now?

Hugh Laurie: I never find acting easy. Always nervous. Every shot. end ID]

not sure if someone has done this already, but here's a collection of my favorite hugh laurie answers to (mostly the house md) questions from a livejournal q&a in 2009

(you can find the link to these and the rest of his answers archived here)