#chase thinks wilson can do so much better

[overpassing]

continuing to push my “chase is a hilson hater” agenda (finished house season 1!)

[erodingsinner]

Arrow if Slade and Oliver had a fucked up toxic romantic thing going

[theogonize]

youngest intern in the history of ppth's oncology. thats you.

"you're still here?" wilson calls out to the void seemingly. your head peaks out from the crowded shelves of the lab to give him a nod.

oh this is bad.

this is not what you need. you dont need you're hot boss to distract you when you're trying to conduct some tests he asked you to. especially not when you haven't slept in 2 days and have had copious amounts of coffee in your system making you jittery. you dont need him to increase your heart rate to the point where your capillaries explode. oh you're gonna fuck up somehow. you're tell him you like him. because lord knows you do. your boss. you have a silly schoolgirl crush on your pathetically gorgeous boss. the kind that makes you nauseous and unwell because he's just so, so pretty. and you'd end up telling him that you'd risk it all if he just gave you the chance.

but you like this job. you need this job. you can't let it go just because you've got a thing for older men with kind eyes whose soft lips spill praises like...

"you there?"

"mhm" you gulp. somehow your mouth is really fucking dry. good god, james wilson. good fucking god. you just want to rub your face on his chest like a cat. you need him to touch you. to pet you. to run his deft fingers refined from years of surgery and paperwork and everything else through your hair or something... what's wrong with you? there's a pit in your abdomen that needs him. you need him to praise you, like he always does. you need him to look at you, take you in, take advantage of you. just dear lord do something. not just stand there and express concern as your employer. just come closer, please, your mind whimpers to him.

"i really think you should rest. we've made considerable progress thanks to your good work and extra hours. you've really proved yourself."

but you don't want this to stop. he thinks you're good. useful. your boss, the intellectual, witty and beautiful man you work for, the best doctor you've met. the one who puts in the hours and effort to better himself in what he does... thinks you did a good job.

wilson does find you admirable. he likes your work ethic, your thirst to prove yourself. he likes your obsession, he compares it to house's sometimes. he likes the way you talk, not much to him for some reason (maybe it's the "boss" thing or...) but everyone else in the oncology department. he likes that you're young and you hold him in high regard. you're always so attentive when he talks, so perceptive, so willing. among those things he commends, the kind of things he can tell his colleagues about, he also likes the tint in your skin when you stand under the dim lighting in the lab. some of it reflecting off your hair, slightly unkempt but beautiful. he likes you without the lab coat. he likes your keen eyes, your smile, your hands, your face, the swoop of your ass, your...

he lets out a deep sigh. wilson likes you. admires you. maybe overstepping his place as your boss, as your mentor, as whatever that is you're making him in your head, the reflection of which he sees in your eyes sometimes. something desperate. aching. calling out his name, as if to say "come heal me". heaven knows he wants to.

and he knows what it is. it's the same look of admiration he gives you. the murky one. the slightly lustful one. he knows what you are. pretty young thing, final year med student, who'd rather flirt with house than chase or foreman. but he'd rather pretend he didnt. rather kid himself into thinking he doesn't care when chase of all people calls you young. that he doesn't feel guilty for wanting you to want him.

but maybe if he played into it long enough, played dumb long enough, made you feel like this is just how he is. just this sweet. if he made you believe that he had a reason to fold his cuffs to reveal his rather slutty forearms, loosen his tie on a late night, take off his coat complaining about the new jersey weather, gaze into your eyes at every occasion he got, all in pure innocence. this isnt flirting. this isn't an old man's desperation and desire permeating his professionalism.

no. this is okay. all he hopes for is that one day you'll give in. confess your love to him like cameron did to house. fight for him. shed a few tears. maybe then he could wipe then off your pretty cheeks and sigh. he could then reject you. just speak those words of "i'm sorry, it's inappropriate and you're much younger than me" into existence. make them real, if only he could use all the rationality in the world to convince himself that he doesn't want you as despicably and carnally as he does.

he shuts his eyes and takes in a sharp breath. no. this isn't right. he'd be taking advantage of you. even if its what you want. even if it could be his little present to you.

"go home, doctor."

he leaves the door of the lab open on his way out.

[mochinomnoms]

why were you digging? what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

art by wolfythewitch

Hozier lyrics in which they embody when loving you.

multi x gn!reader

[tw/cw} - some of the lyrics are gendered, few suggestive parts

[note] - i forgot i had this drafted for a while lol anyways only romantic vibes cause i couldnt find satisfactory lyrics for grim and ortho :( i also was gonna add the halloweenie boys but then it wouldnt have been evenly split and i didnt want that lol

[edit] - I FORGOT AZUL IM SORRY AZULITO FORGIVE ME—

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you" - It Will Come Back

He's always been sure of who he is and how he presents himself. He has an image that he must uphold, his reputation is dependent on it. Yet, that perfectly sculpted person comes crumbling down, firm marble turned into malleable clay with you. He should be appalled by the very idea of someone having so much hold over him, yet he can't bring himself to care. You see through him, and it's addicting. You see through him, but still show him kindness, and it's addicting. You see through him, still show him kindness, even knowing just what thoughts he has of you at night, and it's addicting. He has an addiction, and you're his drug of choice. There is no rehab for getting him off of you, once he's hooked he's never letting go of the high that you are. Then again, if you knew just who he really is, perhaps the addiction was mutual.

Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper

"We lay here for years or for hours/So long, we'd become the flowers" - In a Week

He is admittedly a simple man, even if he might portray or say he desires otherwise. But deep down, he is very simple: he'd like to be with you forever, that's it. Laying in the grass, the sounds of cicadas and birds singing, the smell of dewy grass and freshly bloomed flowers, all of that with you would be his dream. He hopes that you two will live a long life together, that your graves will be one, your bodies decomposing together into the earth as nature intended. You hope that centuries into the future, some bright-eyed archaeologists will see the patch of flowers growing over your grave and dig to find your two skeletons intertwined. You both hope that theories and myths are created in the image of your long gone bodies so that the memory of your love will live forever on.

Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Rook Hunt, Silver

"She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily/Better yet, she wouldn't care" - Jackie & Wilson

Loud and impulsive to a fault is how most would describe him, and really he should care more about the problems this causes. He should, but why when you take him as he is, flaws and all? To you, the impulsivity, his loud mouth, his rash nature, his bluntness, they weren't flaws—they were him and you love him. And he loves you—for all your naivete, doting, and enabling ways. If there's trouble to be found, it's likely you're both involved: you chasing after him as he goes of. Is it naive to think that this sort of relationship won't eventually burst into flames? Probably. Is it a bit toxic if you were to look at your relationship critically? Probably. But he doesn't care (even if he normally would or should), and neither do you. Instead, for just a bit, you indulge in the present, rather than the past or future. Just for a bit

Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

"You're bright as the morning, soft as the rain/Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" - Too Sweet

Something about you is just a bit off-putting: you're a bit too put together, too cheery, too sweet for someone in your situation. It's more off-putting to him that he's drawn to you anyways. Part of him holds himself back, as he's a realist at heart. One day, any day now, you can go back home, where your sweetness rightfully belongs. Part of him though wants to that sweetness, make it rightfully his and his alone. It's why he can't keep himself away from you, he'd rather defile you, ruin you for anyone else so that you'd have no choice but to come running back to him for that sweet satisfaction that only he can provide. You're not stupid though, you know just what he's doing; lucky for him, you're happy to let him age you into a fine wine, made just for his taste.

Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" - Francesca

You have ingrained your very being into his own. The sight, the sound thought of you has him yearning for your touch in ways that would put a god to shame. But Eros had no role in his love for you. Since he's met you, somehow you've managed to core out a space in his heart in the shape of your body. Without you, he'd be empty. Without you, he'd be devastated, experiencing an anguish that would kill his very soul. His love is so strong, so overwhelming, so earth-shattering that he'd alter the very laws of the universe just to keep you with him. Could you even bring yourself to deny him if the choice to leave ever came? You have him in the palm of your hand, like a god with their worshipper. You'll be a merciful and loving god to your devotee, won't you?

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

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[homosapienhungrycaterpillar]

kinda went insane thinking about what a followup house episode set in 2025 in accordance to the direction that the show had been going so here it is:

cuddy is trying to get a sixteen-year old rachel out of bed at some ungodly hour in order to get to school. we get the typical montage of a mom-and-daughter yelling match while they both get ready. while brushing her teeth, rachel's gums begin to bleed and simply won't stop. cuddy then rushes her to the nearest hospital.

house opening credits

the people at the emergency room don't take rachel's case seriously, they think she probably just overflossed or had a gum infection or something (this is gonna be so medically inaccurate guys i'm not a doctor). cuddy then makes the flash decision to go to her old workplace: princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital.

times have changed at ppth. foreman is still the dean of medicine, chase is still the new head of diagnostics. everything was relatively the same until last month, when foreman made the flash decision to hire a new ER head: allison cameron.

chase feels distraught. betrayed. he's been acting bitchy all month. so his mood isn't exactly the brightest when his old boss is now crowding over him to insure he only gives the very best care to her daughter. of course he's going to give the very best care! but he also gave cameron his very best care and look where that got him! quantity over quality people!

after a few misdiagnoses cuddy is getting impacient with chase. she starts berating him that house could do better, and in the background rachel does a confused face, all like "house? isn't that the guy who rammed into our house with a car?" finally chase gets exasperated and tells cuddy to find house if it means so much to her, and to please leave him alone.

cuddy then by some miracle finds out that house had been living under various bridges over the past few years since wilson's death , and occasionally under the custody of the nypd for public urination. his drug use has become much more severe than what it ever was when he was in the hospital. he is almost constantly hallucinating: wilson and thirteen (the two people he had euthanized) most constantly haunt him, and others (kutner, amber, stacy) repeatedly appear. when cuddy collects him, he believes she too is a hallucination.

cuddy knows she cannot check house into a rehab facility, not with him having faked his own death, evaded parole, and illegally euthanized two of his closest friends (although the law doesn't know about the last part). she proceeds to rope cameron into trying to get house clean asap, but the initial withdrawal nearly kills him, and cuddy realizes that the idea of getting him off drugs in time to save her daughter is a fantasy at best. she then goes to spend time with her daughter in the hospital, having realized spending time with her is the most important thing at that moment.

while this all happened, chase and his new fellows cracked the case. idk what the problem was don't ask me i'm not a doctor. cuddy is overjoyed so she tells chase she's proud of him and invites him for dinner. as a result, chase finally gets a maternal figure.

cameron somehow gets stuck with a very unstable house in her apartment, but she finally shows that she CAN give up on a sob story, and with foreman she decides to take him to a rehab facility.

head of the rehab facility is adams, who is then revealed to have been married to park since 2017. #happypride

[lanawinterscigarettes]

hiii i just found your blog, I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE, and if i can request like an angsty story about house and wilson with reader, and the reader has like some disease that'll kill her😭😭😭😭😭im just craving angst

YOU ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU 💞💞 it's been awhile since I've written a good angst fic so this is perfect for me

Your Last Breath (Greg House x gn reader x James Wilson)

Warnings: talk of hospitals/medical procedures, reader has a mystery illness that kills them, they/them pronouns used a few times to refer to the reader in a gender neutral way, hurt/no comfort, heavy angst, main character death (spoiler: it's you)

The doctors had been trying for months to figure out what was wrong with you. Months of invasive tests, months of going back and forth with possible explanations, months of being put on temporary treatments that seemed to work for a short while before you eventually succumbed to whatever was causing your problems again.

Everyone was stumped, and by everyone I truly do mean everyone. Not even House could figure out what was wrong, something that frustrated him to no end for multiple reasons. And by the time he was finally able to figure out what the cause was, it was already too late.

The disease had progressed too far along on its course for the doctors to be able to treat it properly. The best they could do was make you comfortable for the few weeks you had left to live.

Usually he liked having cases he couldn't crack, he liked figuring out the puzzle of what was bothering his patient, he liked being able to go to Cuddy and say "I told you so" when it ended up him being right and everyone else was wrong. But not this time.

This time all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and die. If only. He'd gladly give up both of his legs if it meant you'd get better.

Meanwhile, the resident head of oncology wasn't taking the news very well, either. It was normal for House to shut himself away for extended periods of time, but not Wilson. He barely left his office anymore, not to check on his own patients, not to accept a request for a consult, nothing. In fact, the only time he ever did leave was to visit you.

Most nights were spent with either him or House at your side, checking your vitals and fetching whatever it was that you needed. You ended up having to beg the both of them to go home at some point, even if it was to just shower and change, but they still refused, choosing to stay at the hospital instead.

Occasionally one of the ducklings would stop by if either of them couldn't for some reason, whether that be due to another patient needing attention or because you finally convinced them to take a break for once.

Foreman was solemn, talking about arrangements that could possibly be made for your body after death if you hadn't decided already. Cameron was sympathetic, reassuring you that they'd make sure you wouldn't be in any pain during your last days on earth. Chase was playful, trying to take your mind off things by cracking a joke or two. And Cuddy was surprisingly very nurturing when she managed to make the time to check in on you.

The whole thing was very bittersweet. While you appreciated everyone caring so much about you, it hurt to know why they were doing it.

Your final day was surprisingly quiet, with no nurses stopping by to check on you every hour or so like they had been for the past couple of weeks where you'd been bedridden almost completely. You suspected someone had requested for that, so you could have a bit of peace in the last few hours you'd be alive for.

House stood at the foot of your bed, watching as you slept. He looked like he was about to say something when Wilson suddenly spoke up from the armchair beside your bed.

"Don't even think about it, House. You're not waking them up right now."

Despite Wilson's firm tone, House couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Oh, come on. It's not like it matters much, they're going to be dead soon anyway."

It took everything in the oncologist not to snap and strangle the man in front of him. The only thing that managed to stop him was the sound of you letting out a hacking cough as you woke up. Even with the oxygen machine, it had become increasingly more difficult for you to breathe.

"Guys, don't fight," you tried to make your tone stern as you lectured them, but your throat was dry and therefore made your voice weak and raspy when you spoke.

"Hey, hey, don't speak, it's alright," Wilson gently reassured you as he reached out to take one of your hands into his. Your skin felt clammy, but he didn't care.

House had a pained look in his eyes as he watched you, but he did his best to cover it up with his usual snark. "We were just talking about you. Trying to figure out who should get your stuff when you die."

Wilson gave him an evil look, but you simply laughed. At least, they thought you laughed. It was kind of hard to tell given how sick you were.

"You guys are funny."

If it were any other time, House would've beamed with pride and joy at being able to make you smile with one of his quips, but this time he just felt empty inside, knowing that it was possibly the last one you'd ever hear. He quietly observed as Wilson helped you drink some water out of a small paper cup, one hand helping you hold it up to your lips while the other rested on your shoulder.

"Thank you," was the only thing you managed to get out once you were done, your breathing stalling yet again when you tried to speak. The three of you knew it was getting close to when it was going to happen. The problem was that only one of you had accepted it, and it wasn't either one of the two doctors who were in the room.

"I love you guys," ended up being your final words, a bittersweet smile on your face and tears in your eyes as you took your last breath. You hoped they knew that you meant that. You hoped they knew that you didn't blame them.

And you hoped that your death helped to bring them closer together rather than tearing them apart. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but who really cared? It's not like you'd be around to witness it anyway.

End notes: I rarely ever finish a request this early so please don't expect this to become a normal thing 😭 I just got really into writing this for some reason and once I started I just couldn't stop

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[bubbleguppies42]

ooooo good good!!!!! definitely expect some in ur inbox then. so — we know that wilson canonically has a somno kink… what are your thoughts? bc I haven’t been able to think about anything else but waking up to him taking me like that for months now…🫢 immediate need.

love, 💌

oh anon...you have no idea how much I love you

ANYWAYS I had no idea this was canon and am very very curious when we learn this (I can't find a clip or anything online)

I actually find this superrrr hot. I personally think that Wilson is an absolute FREAK. a perv for lack of better words. I can imagine him seeing you already asleep in bed when he gets home, another late night. it was a rough day, and wilson is simply craving release. he considers waking you up, but he doesn't want to bother his lover with his current frustrations. he grabs something to eat, and a beer. he finishes his food and weighs his options. he could wake you up and hope that you're not mad at him for disturbing you, not a great choice. he could jerk off, not terrible, but why would he use his hand when you're right there? lying innocently in your shared bed, he sighs at the sight. he remembers a long time ago when he'd mentioned waking you up with his tongue, he remembers the blush across your cheeks when he said it. it's not that different, he convinces himself as he begins to strip from his work clothes. sliding his blazer off and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. his tie had been undone since he arrived home, his dress shirt being the next thing to come off. sliding gently down his shoulders as it drops to the floor alongside his blazer and tie. he carelessly undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks. he glances at your sleeping form, imagining the things he'll do. he steps out of his slacks before walking over to the bed. you look stunning, so relaxed and comfortable. it's like you're drawing him in. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before trailing down to your neck. he resumes his kisses as he slides his boxers down. he gives himself a few lazy strokes before focusing his attention on you. he knows you're a heavy sleeper, and that his light kisses won't wake you. however, his fingers slipping inside your panties might be a bit more likely to wake you. his fingers slide between your folds, gently exploring before he pulls them back out. he sticks two of his fingers into his own mouth, coating them with saliva. he then pulls your panties to the side. his fingers delicately brush over your clit before he brings them lower, he slides one finger into you with ease. 'fuck' he whispers to himself. you clench around him involuntarily.

he opts to slide in a second finger, hoping to warm you up quickly. his fingers stretch you, as they always do. he feels your pussy getting more wet with each thrust of his fingers. he pulls them out quickly, his calm and collected mask slipping as he rubs your wetness across his cock. he strokes himself once more before rubbing his tip between your folds. he slowly begins to slide inside of you. he bites down on his knuckle to muffle his moans. he moves slowly as you clench around him again, still asleep. his pace speeds up slightly, he throws his head back as a soft moan escapes your lips. James attention is quickly on you. he tenses up instantly. 'why didn't I think of what happens if she wakes up' his mind races with a whirlwind of thoughts. he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding when you didn't stir. he resumes his thrusts into you at a brutal pace as he chases his high, taking the frustrations of his day out on you. you feel a familiar sensation in your stomach as you wake up. a tight, full feeling that causes waves of pleasure to wash over you. James had his eyes closed as he bites down on his finger, silencing his pathetic moans. he looks down at you a moment later, quickly realizing that you're awake. he freezes when he meets my eyes. you had joked about waking eachother up with head, but never expected something like this. "honey I didn't want to wake you I just-" before he can finish you cut him off. "don't stop now, I'm so close…" he cocks his head to the side with surprise and curiosity. "o-okay" he says hesitantly as he thrusts into you once more, his pace slower than before, more careful. "James, faster, please" are all the words you can muster as a coil tightens in your stomach. James increases his pace as his fingers find your clit, rubbing harshly as your orgasm crashes into you. you scream his name, a string of pornographic moans spill from your lips. James' pace begins to falter, his thrusts become erratic and inconsistant. he cums inside of you with a loud moan, the only coherent words being your name. he repeats it over and over as he rides out his orgasm, chest heaving as he pants erratically. he pulls out and collapses next to you. at first, you were apprehensive when you realized what was happening. but as you came to your senses you realized how hot it is that James came home and just had to have his way with you. James sits up, turning to face you as he places a kiss on your forehead, "thank you" he whispers into your temple as he kisses you again. you nod and rub his cheek affectionately. "im glad you got what you needed."

I love you 💌 anon and I hope you enjoy please feel free to send any other thoughts you have (this is my first time writing somno so any feedback is appreciated!)

[kining-the-evil]

May I request a yandere house, Wilson, and chase (separate) with a fem autistic reader, please?

Yandere!House MD Characters with an Autistic Darling

Summary: Will include headcanons for Chase, House, and Wilson

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental manipulation, emotional abuse, slight frustration with reader by chase, autistic!reader. I kept it gender neutral.

Reminder, everyone with autistic is different and certain aspects are more visible in some and less in others.

Taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House MD master list All Master lists

House:

This man is so goddamn autistic.

Anything you do that may seem weird or off to others he doesn't even think twice about.

You're overwhelmed by everything around you? Here, he brought your noise canceling headphones.

You don't want to go to a social gathering? Perfect, neither did he.

You're blunt and to the point? He's never offended by it.

Depending on what your special intrest is it will be a 50/50 chance that he will be supportive.

If it's something he can find intrest in, you both will obsess over it together.

But if he finds it stupid/a waste of time be ready to get berated for it. House will make sure to let you know how he feels about it.

But if you ever get in an argument, are upset with him, or anything else he will buy something to do with your special intrest as a way to bribe you.

If his yandere tendencies are at the point of kidnaping he would do his best to abide by any rituals and sensory issues you have, but he still thinks about his own first.

Wilson

Wilson has been dealing with house for years, so he doesn't have many issues really.

Everything in the house is in a way he knows you like. furniture with textures you can't stand are gone, he makes sure to stock plenty of your favorite foods with the right brands, if you need any extra sensory things (like a sensory swing) he's buying it and setting it up in the house.

He would love anything your special intrest may be, not matter how weird or creepy it might be.

Wilsom will listen to you for hours about whatever it is you're interested in. He basically learns as much about it as you do because you just reread facts to him about it.

Wilson would infantize you a bit, which will be frustrating.

He's a natural caregiver, so he wants to take care of you. And seeing you have something that can make life more challenging will make him want to take care of you even more.

It doesn't help that him as a yandere is very underhandedly manipulative. Twisting his words to confuse you.

Chase

Chase has the least experience in this department.

I think he would underestimate just what it's like to be with someone who has autism, leaving him unprepared.

He doesn't get why you refuse to use a specific blanket, or why you won't eat your favorite food just because it's a different brand.

Chase is an argumentative and controlling yandere, so he may see them as you just being disobedient at first.

It would take a few breakdowns on your part for him to realize just how much these things effect you.

He would try to be more understanding, but he slips up a lot.

One thing he will push you to a lot would be social situations.

He wants that picture perfect relationship, which includes you going to stuff with him.

He does try to give you forewarning about events and some alone time before and after, but if you embarrass him during you better be ready to deal with the yelling when you get home.

[househrt]

assorted House headcanons

Thirteen is happily cis, but she's pronoun indifferent. he explored his gender as a teenager but they eventually realised they're not trans. she has a better understanding of their gender now though, so he doesn't think of it as time wasted or anything

Park & Kutner would be best friends that do so much mischief and so many fun crimes together

Stacy is trans, Cuddy is trans, Wilson is trans, House is accidentally a chaser but he doesn't realise

Lesbians: comphet Cameron/transfem egg Chase

Wilson is autistic and doesn't like physical contact unless he's drunk enough that it stops feeling like sandpaper. He forces himself to mask at work so he can comfort patients with a hand on their shoulder anyway, but he wishes he didn't have to

When Wilson is living with House in season 2, House waits til Wilson leaves for work and then he burrows onto the couch to soak up the Wilson-smell left on it

[housemdork]

house md rewatch: 2x02, "autopsy"

what's worse: the kiss or house calling child cancer patients "small, bald circus freaks"?

coming back to the top of this post after i've finished writing it to apologize for the length. oh my fucking god lol.

as soon as i saw andie i was like "no shot does chase kiss the cancer patient ALREADY" but, alas, i had to endure that all over again. but the way house talks about cancer patients had me gagged even more! holy moly!

is the ordeal worth psychoanalyzing? i'm not really sure. i have some bullet points in my notes about chase having a lacking childhood, growing up too fast on account of his mother's alcoholism, etc., but, in essence, i think chase kissing andie is just...Awkward. a good, On Purpose awkward, though. it shows the extent of patient vulnerability, especially someone as young as andie, whose conceptions of growing up/adulthood exist almost entirely within hospitals. and house's retort when he forces it out of chase is so fucking funny: "this is exactly why you can't to touch my markers."

for clarity's sake, i'd say the defining theme of this episode is bravery. i like 2x02 more than 2x01 on account of its thematic clarity, and i'm mentioning this at the top because bravery informs a lot of my points going forwrad. additionally, i think i've found a sincerely wilson-forward episode, so i don't have to justify hijacking a recap with any undue wilson-posting. he's here! loud and full of oncology guilt that make his soft brown eyes even softer!

and even better - THEIR CONJOINED OFFICES HAVE ARRIVED. THE NEEDLESSLY CONJOINED OFFICES HAVE HIT PPTH. they even emphasize this new architectural development, so i wonder if we're meant to believe that this happened during the indeterminate amount of time between seasons? and for what reason? enter fan theories and headcanons, please.

sorry (not really) but i have to talk a little too much about this scene, leading first with the fact that it seems like house accumulated pebbles on their balcony to throw at wilson's window. when he reaches for them, out of our frame of view, it sounds like there's a pre-made pile there:

house really just wants an informal consult about andie, since wilson was the one to give him the case, but it devolves into something that house really only shares with wilson: domesticity.

house is bitching and moaning all episode about being sick and miserable when it's very clearly just allergies and/or a cold. he's fiddling with some vick's vapor-rub-equivalent while talking to wilson, but he can't quite get the cap off while holding his cane at the same time. because the struggle is annoying, wilson grabs the container, opens it, and hands it back.

yeah, i'm hilson-posting a bit here, but i just love the way this conversation fleshes out without missing a beat. this season does a lot of work for these 2, long before wilson moves in, and the classic house and wilson domesticity we all love so much originates in their physical proximity in their work environment. there's quite literally no reason for their offices to be next to each other.

okay anyways. the concept of andie's bravery is a point of contention between wilson and house throughout; house thinks the bravery is a farce, even a symptom, while wilson finds it noble and admirable and real. 2x02 by itself is only introducing their longstanding dialectic between faith (wilson) and nonbelief (house), a dynamic that will only grow as house becomes more and more like a god to wilson and cuddy as the show goes on.

i think wilson's insistence that andie is brave stems from his constant need for neediness (to use house's 5x04 lingo). bravery in cancer patients, especially those as young as andie, imply a constant need, as well as a model that wilson can admire - true goodness. wilson lacks for moral decency, so by devoting himself to patients who are chock full of the stuff, maybe he can do a little penance? who knew house md could be so catholic.

house's refutation of andie's bravery also speaks to a long pathology of his - refusal of failure, rejection of impossible circumstances. house can't understand why andie would even want to be brave when she knows she's going to die. again, he thinks that it's a medical issue. wilson is so offended by how house mocks andie and other child cancer patients that he tells him to "go to hell," a massively ineffective insult that i don't think future wilson would use.

looking a little deeper, though, i think house is perplexed about how someone can endure constant pain without complaint. his constant grief over his cold sparks this joke early on, but of course it's really about his leg pain. for all intents and purposes, his coping mechanism, vicodin, isn't brave, nor how he treats those around him. this is why it's so profound when he insists to andie that she doesn't have to keep fighting:

"i can't just leave her [andie's mom] behind because i'm tired."

"but you can't stay for her, either."

andie contemplates this. house isn't asking her to be selfish here - he's actually advocating for more recent oncology practices, which prioritize palliative care in terminal patients. house's difficulty in understanding andie's eventual decision to go through a highly dangerous procedure reminds us of the tragedy of his infarction; in 1x21, we saw him confirm to stacy that he would give up his leg to save her, but now he can barely understand why andie would do something similar for her mother in the face of certain death.

house has confirmedly lost that connection to unconditional love, at least for the most part (more on this in the sequestered spoiler section at the bottom of this post).

andie's departure from the hospital is one of the most emotional moments for me in the show, and wilson is right to be angry with house when he (at first) refuses to say goodbye. wilson highlights the contrast between how house lives his life (literally cutting up an antihistamine and [probably] vicodin before his eyes) and how andie lives her: "she could outlive you."

house doesn't feel like he has anyone to live for at this point, and i think that this revelation is what motivates him in the end to say goodbye to andie. she challenges him by telling him to go for a walk, "it's nice outside," and house's response introduces yet another fav motif of mine in the show. HOUSE'S MOTORCYCLE!

house values independence in life, as well as isolation, so he takes andie's challenge and warps it by test-driving (for now) a motorcycle. i like how the test-drive implies impermanence and a fear of commitment, and i also like how motorcycles become an embodiment of agency for house (more on this in the bottom portion of this post, too, actually).

returning to andie's dangerous procedure, one of the episode's strongest moments, fleeting as it is, is how house shows absolute trust in foreman at the pivotal procedure moment. they have only seconds to confirm whether there's a tumor in andie's brain before she's lost to them, and something catches foreman's eye at the very last moment. while the other surgeons are hesitant, in the face of foreman's confidence and expertise, house says, "that's good enough for me."

THIS IS SO HUGE. this is the clearest moment of blanket-trust between house and the fellows that i can remember thus far. house is not only rewarding foreman for being certain, but also for standing up to so many other voices. and it's a success! i think this is especially powerful coming after their bout about the death row patient in the previous episode; despite wilson's claims that house admires nobody, clearly he has starry eyes for foreman here.

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in so many ways, this episode feels like pregaming 8x22, probably because house md's messaging about cancer stays alarmingly consistent across its run. maybe i should make a separate post about that. andie and house's conversation is reflected in the inverse in 8x21 when house cannot accept that wilson wants to die. he won't tell wilson that he loves him unless he "fights." he is frustrated that wilson isn't being brave, in his eyes. he's begging him to be an andie, when house claimed that that was unfair and unwise way back when in season 2.

it's the line "but i can change" that teaches him the real lesson - there is bravery in wilson taking agency, even if it's only over how he dies (a callback to 2x01!). and there is someone who house can live for, stepping into andie's shoes. the choice for them to both ride motorcycles, two confirmed symbols of freedom in house md, together, keeping pace, is just too coincidental not to point out. like house, i, too, hate coincidences.

[eliotquillon]

What do you think about the relationship between the ducklings with cuddy & wilson

taking ducklings to just mean the original gang, here. anyway. oh my god i actually have another use for the flowchart i made for my friend group’s niche powerpoint night (wherein i attempted to speedrun an explanation of house, duh):

as you can see on my handy dandy diagram, there’s a pretty big divide between the fellows and the ‘adults’ (specifically wilson and cuddy). i think it was @all-pacas who pointed out the one-way system between the adults and the fellows, wherein the adults are allowed to peer down but rarely engage with the fellows’ drama directly, so i won’t rehash that because her explanation is great and also i’m running on not a lot of sleep atm (it is deadline season). so let’s move onto the individuals.

i’ve talked about cameron’s relationship with wilson before: not really friends, but definitely more than just distant colleagues (which is essentially what wilson is to chase; they get basically zero scenes together until after cameron leaves lol). so i’ll skim over that because that post was pretty long and there’s no way i’ll rephrase it better over here (i’ll drop a link in the replies if i have time). moving on…cuddy and cameron is interesting, because they butt heads not that infrequently in s2 and 3; i’m thinking specifically of cuddy’s general eyeroll reaction to articlegate here, and also cameron’s massive wave of irritation at cuddy trying to intervene during camchase fwb era, but there are definitely way more examples i’m just not remembering specifics about. i think, on the whole, this is mostly because a) cameron and cuddy have pretty dominant, not entirely dissimilar personalities that clash when put together closely, and b) cameron in general really chafes at being judged/told what to do by anyone who isn’t house. absolutely hilarious to me that cameron gets invited to her baby naming ceremony but tbh the pettiness drops off pretty sharply after s3 so maybe they do make water cooler small talk in the background. for everyone’s dignity i will not properly acknowledge the weird ‘does cameron still have feelings for house uwu’ thing cuddy tries to investigate during saviors, because if i think about that episode too long i start twitching and i think it smells fear, but like. that is also a thing, for like five whole seconds. although to be clear if cameron parallels any of house’s other love interests it is stacy (in the grand camchase reenactment of house/stacy). anyway i do appreciate that cuddy is one of the few people who cameron drops the mask with and isn’t actively trying to win over. but also you know what i’m like. i want everyone to be friends and frolic in a field together and i do think cameron and cuddy’s friction is a leeetle bit suspicious (misogyny) when they’re the only main female characters for the first three seasons. but i digress.

onto chase: as previously discussed, he and wilson do Not Talk until cameron leaves. i’m pretty sure they don’t have a solo scene at all until private lives but please don’t quote me on that. and this…makes sense to me. wilson and chase are very different—not in a ‘ooo fight about it’ way but just in a ‘they’d have nothing to really talk about or bond over besides house’ way, yknow? wilson is hyperinvested in his patients. chase really doesn’t gaf outside of notable exceptions (usually children or nuns). and unlike with cameron, chase doesn’t spend anywhere near enough time with wilson for proximity to create any kind of fondness. i’m sure it’s cordial, and i am fond of the idea of them working together with cameron to Gaslight House at the start of s4, but that’s about it. as for cuddy and chase: pretty much the same? i mean chase doesn’t really have a problem with shrugging and going ‘lol not my problem’ to cuddy whenever she tries to rope him and cameron back in to deal with house in s4 and s5, but that’s not personal to cuddy, it’s more about his #boundaries era with house. and chase is like…infamously a kissass. cuddy does specifically say to house in human error that chase is a good doctor (she’s really the one harassing him to un-fire chase), and she clearly liked him enough to give him a position in the surgery department after he left diagnostics, so clearly he has made a decent impression on her…but that’s not really about chase as a person. i think cuddy likes him, and chase is kind of ambivalent about her, but like. even if she were not dean of medicine i can’t really see them hanging out. yknow?

saved the best for last: FOREMAN. i love that we see foreman calling out wilson’s bullshit in the pilot. one of my favourite gags in lines in the sand is foreman’s half hearted wave of acknowledgement when wilson walks in and sees them all ddxing in his office. it’s so cheeky. obviously it must kill house to have to answer to foreman in s8 but yknow what i bet it killed WILSON just as much. ultimate passive aggression vs straight up aggression-off. i think they both die inside at the knowledge that, by s5 at least, they’re the ones best equipped to deal with house’s nonsense but equally i think wilson is secretly thrilled that foreman stands up to house all the time. they’re so frenemies coded. and as for foreman and CUDDY…they crack me up sometimes. i love love their powerplay with each other at the start of s4. i love seeing cuddy relish in dangling promotion over him and then yanking it away in s2. in another life this could’ve been such a great forbidden ship dynamic. as the kids say, she is just always clocking his tea. i so wish she could’ve given foreman the telling off of his life about his misadventures with the huntington’s trial. foreman is just so allergic to Not Having conflict it tickles me!

[dariaslookalike]

Building Houses and Burning Bridges Pt 6: Chocolate Eyes and Decking Bosses

Summary:

It seems, oddly enough, that Gregory House lives to annoy you. He takes 'arseholish boss' to the next level. Wake up in the morning, ready to have breakfast, and drive to the hospital where you both work? Nope, you're getting a text that says you're late to his impromptu 4:30 AM meeting where he's had the 'breakthrough of the century' on the team's latest case. Get your hair cut and walk into work, for once feeling confident? Nope, he's saying that he would have done a better job blinded, hands tied and going through Vicodin withdrawals. Finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, prove him wrong and attempt to wipe the cockiness off his face? Nope, you're simply slow because you didn't get to your diagnosis quicker and weak-willed because you didn't fight him for it in the beginning. Everything House does infuriates you, and it seems everything you do infuriates him. No wonder you end up pinned to the wall of your apartment and groping him like your life depends on. And knowing House, it very may well.

Warnings: Adult language, mature themes, eventual smut, female protagonist, no reference of y/n

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Current Status: Ongoing

Masterlist: Building Houses and Burning Bridges

Next Chapter: Pt 7

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You realise very quickly that even your anger can’t warm you outside, where snow is falling in a thickening flurry.

Fuck. Why didn’t you bring a jacket? Now your boobs were going to get frostbite.

You make no move to cover yourself, however. You let the cold air whip around you, the wind practically piercing through your body. Your skirt is getting picked up in the flurry and your hair is crashing against your face. You’re fucking furious, and you simply stand there, trying to slow your brain down enough to think.

You should be asking yourself what you’re doing. Are you calling a cab? With what money? Are you calling Pop, begging him to come pick you up? With what phone? Ever so forgetful, your one was left conveniently at home. Instead, you’re staring out at the snow covered car park and not really seeing it. Your eyes are glazed over and all you can see is House in your head. Laughing at you. Blanching when he realised that you wanted tonight to be a date.

Was it that horrible? It’s not like you said you were in love with the man, for fuck’s sake. You had just finally let slip the tight grasp you had on your feelings, and suddenly you were back to 17, staring at people’s arms and hands, and wondering what it would be like to be held. Regrettably, yes, you were wondering about House, but it was still a crushing blow to find out he found you so repulsive, that the little flicker of a school-girl crush in you was worrisome enough to be stomped out immediately.

Your mind isn’t slowing down like it should be, it’s speeding up tenfold. You see Chase telling you that it was Cuddy who actually wanted you here. Cuddy speaking to House, thanking him for being kind. House replying that he wasn’t altruistic. Did they all know? Did everyone know what Cuddy’s plans were, is that why Cameron was telling Chase to shut up and Foreman telling him to stay quiet? Oh god, did they all pity you that much? Were you that readable? Surely you weren’t. Surely, they couldn’t see how much it had hurt to be belittled over and over again by House. Surely, they didn’t believe you just needed to see the good side of House to have some faith in him. Surely, they didn’t think you were that pathetic that you needed your fucking boss to take you out. Surely, they didn’t-

You flinch when something heavy wraps around your shoulders and you whip around.

Wilson raises his hands in defense, and you let go of the breath you were holding, a small icy cloud billowing out between the two of you. You glance down to yourself, and see his suit jacket slung around you.

Even though he breathes in shallowly in the cold, Wilson does his best to not shiver. You roll your eyes and reach up to your shoulders. “Thanks, but I-”

“Keep it.” He pins you with a stare. His chocolatey eyes are still warm. “If you try to give it back to me, I’ll scream.”

You huff. “Fine. Fine. Be all chivalrous then- it’s not making all of that,” you gesture with your head back to the hospital, “any better.”

Wilson bounces on the balls of his feet. “Yep.”

“Yep?”

“House is an arsehole. He’s probably the biggest dickhead I’ve ever met. I’m agreeing with you."

You tuck Wilson’s suit jacket tighter around yourself when the wind returns. You feel bad, but Wilson makes no attempts to retrieve his clothing. “I thought you two were best friends.”

“We are. That’s why I’m here.”

You roll your eyes, feeling that it will become a habit when talking about House. “He basically just said that he would never consider taking me out in a million years. Cuddy was conspiring with him to make sure I didn’t quit and had to pay him, just so that he could bear being my date for the night. If you’re trying to convince me that he’s not as bad as he seems, I’m sorry to say that you’ll have no luck Dr.Wilson.”

Wilson nods along, and laughs, his eyes crinkling. “God no. What Cuddy did was horrible; what House did was downright nasty. I thought I’d come out here to tell you that I was hoping to see you deck him.”

You flounder like a fish for a second, but then force your mouth to close. “What?”

Wilson blows warm air onto his cupped hands. “House deserves it. He’s been deserving it for a while, but no one wants to take a swing. Me too, I suppose. I like having my hands not-broken for surgery but it's becoming more tempting recently. Ever since you got here he's become worse, somehow. I think he's afraid of you; afraid that you could change him or make him better. Make him want to be better.” You're listening with a clenched jaw and his eyes sidle to you. “I’m sorry, by the way. I’m not going to say that I can’t understand why Cuddy orchestrated that whole thing but… You’re young. Beautiful.”

You feel yourself flush, but ever the gentleman, Wilson’s eyes are only on yours, not dipping down lower. He continues talking, “Of course you would want someone to think that, and take you out on a date. I’m just sorry that House’s chronic ability to screw things up got in the way.”

You nod. “Thank you…I guess. It’s not just that but-” You blink away the sudden tears springing up, and will your voice not to break. “He seemed horrified that I would want to be on a date with him. Scandalised.” You turn away from Wilson, and look up to the sky. This way, you can watch the snow fall and use gravity to make sure your tears don’t run down your cheeks. Your voice is quieter. “I didn’t realise he hated me that much- I think you're wrong about him being afraid of me. He's repulsed.”

Wilson huffs from somewhere behind you. “Now I really want to deck him. Look,” he calls out your last name, and you turn back to him with a weak smile. “He’s not repulsed by you. Far from it.”

You chuckle, and feel the anger rise up in your chest as you let out a sarcastic drawl. “Yeah. He’s just so madly in love with me that he can’t stand to be around me if he’s not berating me.”

You turn back, but Wilson says nothing and just stares intently at you, as if trying to make you convinced of your own words. You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

As if catching yourself, your eyes widen. Wilson was still a coworker, and a respected one at that. This was only one of your few conversations; you had chatted with him in passing in the cafeteria a few times, and with the team in cases. “Sorry, I-”

Wilson waves you off. “It’s fine. That was definitely a ‘shut up’ moment. Just make sure you can say the same thing to House.” He grins, giddy for a second. “Or deck him.”

Even though it’s quiet, you still manage to laugh. “I’d get fired. But it’d be worth it, for all of three seconds, I think. Just to see his face.”

Wilson does a mock impression, with wide blown eyes and gaping mouth. When you laugh with more confidence, his eyes soften. “We’re going to get hypothermia. Do you want to come back inside?”

You breathe in sharply, as if the cold had finally hit you. “I don’t think I’ll stay for long; it's a bit hard to make small talk after yelling at House in front of 50 doctors.”

Wilson’s smile is kind. “I’d think it would make it easier. You just did something that everyone in the building has fantasised about.”

You nod, but he seemed aware that wweren't eased by his words, and leads you through a different entrance. The two of you observe the event from afar, and you silently thank him. No one has spotted you, and you’re able to warm your fingers up and gain feeling back in them.

Wilson shakes his head softly. “Brown from Oncology is literally doing laps trying to find me. I think I’ll have to love you and leave you.” His head whips to yours and you feel a flush crowding over your cheeks and nose. "I mean not love! Not that I don't want to love you! Ugh, I didn’t mean like that, just leave you-”

You snort. “It’s fine, I know what you meant. " You clench your jaw, willing your blush to fade away and not become a blaze of fury. Being lovesick with handsome doctors had done you enough damage for the night. "Before you go, could I please borrow your phone? I need to make a call.”

Wilson runs a hand down his suddenly flushed face. “Oh I’m sorry, my phone’s in my office. But look, there’s a really bad painting in the hallway. I mean, it’s against policy, but I keep a key behind there.” Even though he’s still blushing, he pins you with an attempt at an intimidating stare. The effort's lost in the rich ,dark tones of his eyes. "Don’t tell anyone that. Suddenly I’ll have House sleeping in my office 24/7.”

You nod. “I won’t. I’m not really planning on being a social butterfly now.” You shoot him a small smile. “Thank you. Really.”

Wilson opens his mouth as if he’s going to say more, but he closes it, eyes dipping down to yours. Instead, he simply nods, and strides away, once more becoming part of the bustling party in the foyer. You retreat the way Wilson brought you, finding a staircase and climbing it. Your heels make it somewhat difficult, and you’re trying you best to gather your hefty skirt and not eat shit.

You huff, but eventually exit on the right floor. Then, after a series of twisting turns, you spy it.

The really bad painting.

You stand in front of it, and tilt your head. It’s a portrait of…something. Honestly, it looks like a clown to you. But then you tilt your head the other way and see a weird blob of colours, vaguely resembling a dog. You try to take it all in, the days of your highschool art class coming back to you. Fleeting words like composition and practice float through your head. When they eventually trail out, you sigh.

You reach up, still having to go on the tip of your toes in your heels. Your fingers trace the gilded frame, and you lift the edge from the wall, and peer under. It’s an awkward position, trying to make sure the frame is still attached to the wall and not crashing down on your head. But then you spy a silver key and grab it earnestly. You ease the frame back against the wall and gaze down at the small key in your palm.

You’re interrupted by a cough from behind you.

“Fucking hell!” You shout, and spin, prepared to give the creep a piece of your mind. “You do NOT need to sneak up on people like that, I nearly-” Your words are lost however, when you see the creep himself. You let out a guttural groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if you can block out the figure of House. “I can’t do this.”

He sounds closer when he sneers. “Can’t or won’t?”

You open your eyes and pin him a glare, feeling the same fury from rush through you. It’s not the red hot daggers but rather the icy flurry of snow you found yourself in earlier. “Both.”

You try to steel yourself, and smooth your hands down the front of your dress. House’s eyes track your movement. The tip of the silver key pokes out for a split second and your eyes snaps to House’s.

There’s a moment of baited breath. Did he see it? Did he see you scrambling at the painting? But then he raises an eyebrow and confirms your suspicions. “Do you really think I didn’t know Wilson kept a key there? I know where he keeps his spare underwear at work.”

You roll you eyes, trying to rein yourself in. “Good for you, House. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You make a move to step around him, but his hand shoots out like a snake and grips your arm. He still clutches his cane with his other hand.

“Not so fast,” he drawls out your last name and you clench your jaw.

“Let go of me.”

“So what? You can go run outside and hook up with Wilson again?”

Your eyes bulge out of your head. “What?! Is that really what you think happened?”

House rolls his eyes. “Well, if you were desperate enough to want to go on a date with me, then you’re desperate enough to have a go at anything that walks on two legs.”

You seethe. “You’re unbelievable. First you can’t stomach the thought of taking me tonight without being bribed and now you’re jealous that I might have hooked up with someone else?”

He scoffs. “I’m not jealous.”

You nod down at his tightening grip on your arm. He lets go as if it burns him suddenly.

“Like I said, House. I’m not doing this. I’m not going to stand here and be berated for being upset at you.”

“Right,” he shakes his head. “You’ll just go home and call up your mother and bitch about it for an hour. How much you hate me, how disgusting I am, how you can’t believe I would do something like that. But you can’t do that, can you?”

Anger is rolling through you in dull waves. “What are you talking about?”

House stares at you, his blue eyes electric under the hospitals lights. “You’re my employee. Do you really think I would employ someone that I didn’t know everything about? Hell, I know the preschool you went to, let alone your family.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, House.”

He stares at you and you have to resist the urge to fidget. His calculating eyes sweep up and down your form, and you steel yourself to steady your gaze on his worn face. Don’t show weakness. Don’t show fear. He was a rabid animal, and you knew he would sense the second that you slipped up. "Really? You think you’re so good at being secretive and blocking people out? That’s my forte, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t let you speak, launching into his own words instantly. “I know about your older brothers. About your mother. EEvery timewe have a sick mother in, you turn away when you think no one is watching and do; what was it? A breathing technique? Or to wipe at your tears?” He waves the notion away, and your eyes start to bulge out of your head at his incredulousness, “At one point in time, you were close to your siblings, to your mother. And yet, you moved across the country. Left ‘em behind. Or, maybe you left even before you moved here. Now, away from home, all alone in the big city, you’re alone. But your father?”

At this, he whistles low. “Whole nother basket of fruit, right there. I can see it on your face everyt ime I tell you’re wrong and even moreso when I tell you that you’re right. Was daddy not proud of you? Spent his time working away, maybe at a hospital somewhere, and you just had to prove that you were worthy of his love and attention by becoming a doctor?”

You bark out a laugh but its humourless and cold. “No, daddy wasn’t too busy working. He was too busy drinking and smoking and screaming at mummy. I don’t give a shit about that man’s attention or praise or whatever it is that you think you have pyscho-analysed out of me. I haven’t spoken to him since I was thirteen.”

But House doesn’t relent at your revelation. If anything it spurs him on, and he speaks in a frenzy. “Uh-uh. I said I can see it. So what if you haven’t spoken to him? It’s pretty fucking obvious to everyone here what you’re pushing onto any older guy. Myself included. That’s why you wanted me to take you tonight. Do you want me to tell you that I’m proud of you, to tuck you in at night and say you did a good job? Or to kiss you and give you all that love that you never got?”

You flush deep with shame and anger and you can’t even stop yourself when you say, “Fuck you, House.”

He mockingly places a hand to his heart. “You wound me. But we’re not done.”

You can feel tears welling in your eyes and they’re threatening to burn down your face as he keeps speaking. “Do you want to talk about how in the time I’ve known you, you haven’t even looked at Foreman, or Chase, or hell, even Cameron with so much as lust? Sure, you see the way that Chase looks at you- but you were never going to give into him, were you? What is it, huh? Got touched as a kid or do you just like being a stick in the mud, ‘holier than thou’ virgin everywhere you go?”

Your hand connects with his face in an instant and it’s with so much force that his head whips to the side. It wasn't quite the deck you promised Wilson, but now your fist clenches. You can feel your face is wet and blotchy with tears now, and you’re not sure when you started crying in his horrible rant, but the tears continue to flow.

He’s staring at you, and his own hand raises up to touch where you slapped him. It's odd, admist the pure, unbridled rage flowing through you, you're struck with the thought to take a picture of is dumbstruck face and save it for later.

“Fuck. You.” You spit.

“Did that make you feel better? If you want I’ll make a space for you in the office and when you’re angry you can go have a tantrum there.”

You huff out a laugh. “I don’t know. Let me try again and I’ll see how I feel.”

You swing your hand at him again but the bastard grabs at your wrist an inch from his face. “Let. Go. House.”

“So what, you can hit me again?”

You’re still crying and you feel your lip waver. “You’re horrible.”

He sneers, yanking you closer to his face. “And what do you think that makes you, looking up to someone as horrible as me? Wanting to go out on a date with me?”

You wrench your wrist out of his grasp and stumble backwards. Cockily, he leans against his cane, and tilts his head.

“Why, House? Why hunt me down, why start this, why mock me, why be such an arsehole? Do you actually care that much about my feelings? About what I think of you?”

His smirk drops into a frown and you keep speaking, the words tumbling out of you like a hot mess. “You think you have me all worked out, but I think Wilson was right about you. Just the possibility of me being interested in you has you scared shitless. Because, if I like you, it must mean I think you have some redeeming quality, some semblance of good in your twisted heart. Even with all that daddy issue bullshit you brought up, if it was just the fact that you’re older, I would’ve only wanted to fuck you, right? That’s what you think happens when I take one stepo outside and start trying to hook up with Wilson, right?" You laugh, and it chokes out into a sob. “But tonight, me wanting to be on an actual date with you? How terrifying.”

House’s jaw clenches, but his eyes remain stormy and still. “I’ve had lots of terrifying things happen to me. A short and annoying girl wanting to date me is not one of them.”

You throw your hands up in the air. “Stop lying! You can’t even say that with a straight face. Because it does scare you. If I want to date you, it means you’re not this horrible, ghastly monster you keep making yourself out to be. It means you’re not unloveable, and that means that all this effort you go to, to push people away, to make them hate you as much as you hate yourself, is wasted. You’re so fucking miserable that when everyone else has left you, you try to push me away too. And when that doesn’t work, you try to make me as miserable as you are, to show me that there is no redeeming you.”

You’re heaving out air and trying to remind your lungs to work properly. “Guess what? It’s finally worked.” He chews his cheek but you just shake your head. “I’m done. I’ll get you my two weeks notice tomorrow.”

For once, you see House surprised. Shocked, almost. But then you turn, and you leave him all alone in the hallway. Like he always wanted.

[not-too-many-eyes]

I think Eagle is a really interesting character since her story has a lot of fun nuances I think.

She’s established very quickly from design alone to be a very much be a dillgent good girl scout, She acts responsibly, when you first meet her she says that she’ll do everything to be the best, she calls Vertin “commander.” Very much emulating soldiers and the millatary here.

The Dreams do some more exploration of this idea. With how Eagle was rejected from the boy scouts, and how in both her and in the voicelines she want’s to prove that girls can do it just as well as the boys.

Instructor: I’m sorry, kid. I’m touched by your persistence, but we only want boys.

Instructor: The training of the boy scouts is going to be very harsh. There’s no way a girl like you can make it through.

Instructor: Even if you strain every strength to keep up, we won’t take you in.

Eagle: I will prove I can do better than the boys.

Eagle: I will prove that girls are also qualified for the scouts.

But this scene exists alongside the Rest of The Game which is very interested in exploring and and dissecting this sort of millataristic view of the world. This exists alongside how her father dissapeared when he was serving in the milltary. This exists alongside Click. This exists alongside Sonneto. Her interview even discusses this a bit:

Pandora Wilson: Now that you've joined Lorentz, do you have any new plans in life?

Eagle: I... I'd like to excel in what I'm doing now.

Pandora Wilson: ...Maybe you can try and relax first, just like the other children do.

Ultimately she’s doing all of this to chase her father, even if she ends up in the same spot where she dissapeared or if she deprives herself from the relaxation and fun that children her age be having. What that Instructor said isn’t just “she isn’t strong enough to be a girl scout” it’s “she’s not strong enough to see her father again.”

This also interacts with the games themes of progressing into the future vs retreating into the past.

Eagle: I like photos very much. It’s the Arcane Skill that allows people to “never fade.”

Eagle, Hobby: All the soldiers were collecting badges, so was father, wasn't he? When I collect enough badges, I will give him all of them.

The chasing of a past to the point that it leads to self-destruction or sadness. Not as heavily present as it is in other characters but still something that Eagle’s story is discussing. And yet even in the dream they acknowledge that her being a girl scout is different from her seeing her father again. It’s just one means to that end. I really like it.

[theogonize]

ok - confession my love. your intentional voyeurism wilson blurb is one of my faves. i need it to be happening to me like right now !!! mmm to be used by him while house watches

i love how much you play into him being a bad man, too - just putting on this facade of being so kind and innocent when he’s really so depraved. he is such a perv deep down and it makes me so wet to think about.

i want him to steal my panties and carry them around all day in the pocket of his dress pants before sniffing them and jerking off to my scent in his office mid-day.

he needs to pull me into a random clinic room or spare closet at ppth, barely taking time to pull my underwear to the side before stretching me open. fucking me so rough with his fingers in my mouth to shut me up. calling me all sorts of filthy names and being possessive af. then making me walk around the rest of the day full of him…

i need him walking in on me touching myself, silently getting off while im chasing my high to the thought of him, too distracted to notice he’s gripping and stroking himself to the sight of me.

and i really really need somno wilson… we know he’s canonically into it. i just need to wake up with him inside of me so bad.

you feel me?

- ❤️‍🔥

thank youuuu james wilson if you're reading this. hi ur so cute and also USE ME 💜

i like how u guys see my vision of him being a shitty guy... why does something abt it really get me going???

also dude. him being away from u for a conference so he packs some of your used panties so he has some reminder of u on the journey. his keeping them in his pocket and feeling the lace or soft material for comfort during a boring conversation... him having to swallow down the drool in his mouth.... and then him calling you late at night, dick out, already leaking. he has your panties on his face as he lays down. wilson's drooling all over them. he asks you about your day, the casually caring tone per usual, but he's breathing heavy. you ask him if he's okay. he says he is, long day, tired, blah blah blah. he's trying to keep it down, really. using barely any lube to jerk off because he doesn't want the sloppy sounds to distract you. and you're going on and on and then you laugh at something he says. you laugh. he doesn't know why in this moment you laughing is what sets off a reaction in his brain, because he can hardly contain the groan escaping his lips as he spills out all the cum he's been storing for days. his hand is covered with his own seed, he knows you would've licked it off and cleaned it up like a good girl. he cuts the call by saying he misses you. he wishes you were here. the weathers nice and the coffee tastes bad. he means it, he does. he says it with such childlike purity, such innocence you would've never guessed he was jerking off to your voice while sniffing your panties.

and like... guilty, needy wilson who just needs an out mid-day but he can't help being mad at you because it's because of you he has to drop this act of the perfect person with no needs and only thinks of others. but the fervent, inconsiderate sex in the supply closet, oh give me that. the distinct lack of foreplay, just sorry's and kisses, you'd think he means that but he's literally shoving two fingers in you without warning. but that's him being nice, him prepping you, even if it lasts 2 minutes before his impatience gets the better of him. he's manhandling you into position, biting his lip hard trying to not be hasty as you unzip his pants. he lets you stroke his dick, just once, before he shoves it in you. no easing it in, no slow strokes. nothing. just the most astounding stretch that leaves your moans caught in your throat. he's burying his head in the crook of your neck, thanking you for allowing him to do this. but he knows you'd let him anyway, judging by how wet you were when he shoved you in this claustrophobic room. he just takes a second to breathe once he's inside you. he's so so pent up. and by god, the way your unprepared walls close around him... augh.. he's reminded to quicken the pace. he bends you over, saying its the most efficient way, and thrusts into you relentlessly. it's a shorter fuck than his usual ones but the tone, the intensity of it all. he's even got his lab coat on. and when he cums inside you, he stays there till he's fully soft, grabbing a kleenex to them wipe both of you. he kneels to clean up the mess on your inner thighs, giving one quick peck to your throbbing pussy. he zips himself and walks out, muttering a quick sorry, again. you're left there, panties on the floor. every movement reminds you of james. he's so hot when he's desperate.

and somno wilson.... the way my heartbeat just became irregular.... "think of this as a dream".... right right right.....

[404-its-alr]

Waiting

Radiating star: ☆James Wilson x G!reader☆

Warnings: This is taking place, Season 7 Episode 8 "Small Sacrifices". There are some references to Season 4 Episode 15 “House’s Head” and Season 6. Clearly spoilers are in this, so please watch the episodes leading up to it.  If you're fine with spoilers, then continue reading! I am going to be swapping scenes from the episode into my writing just so it fits. The age limit here is 21, you have to be legal to drink, but I have no set age. Chase has an Australian accent and I tried using a website to help put the accent in here but I don’t like it, so if you would kindly read his words with his accent, thank you! 

⭐️𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼!⭐️

Genre: Hurt/no comfort; unrequited feelings; oneshot

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Summary: You attend the Chairman of the Board wedding with your co-workers. For the longest time you have been pinning over the head of the oncology department: James Wilson. Unfortunately, you've never found the right time to say anything. However, this night changed for the worse.

The wedding reception is packed with tons of people as you enter. As you scan the room, you recognize a small number of faces. The rest are blurred faces you’ll forget by the end of the night. As you make your way through the waves of people, you see everyone you know. Glancing towards the dance floor, there is Taub and his wife. His wife, Rachel, seems to be enjoying herself as seen by her dancing. On the other hand, Taub is not dancing at all, awkward but not surprising, considering everything going on between them. Your eyes follow along the dance floor and stop upon Cuddy and House. They are talking while dancing with one another. Her face reflects how the tone of it is, clearly it’s not going well. You decided to move along and away from the dance floor, not much of a dancer anyway. You peel your eyes away, taking time to glance towards the bar area. There, you spot the two singles. You make your way towards them, greeting them both.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” You stand on the left of Foreman with Chase being on his right side, noticing drinks in their hands already.

“I am trying to get Foreman here to come with me to pick up some hot chicks by the chocolate fountain.” Chase responds. 

Foreman adds on “He was just upstairs with some other girl, weren’t you?”

“Yes, but it wouldn’t have happened if not for you buddy!” He says, smiling and giving a pat on Foremans shoulder. You let out a small laugh and shake your head at his words and at Foreman's scrunched eyebrows expression confused if not concerned for his “buddy”.

“I think you need this Foreman, allow Chase to be your wingman for the night instead. He is clearly great at getting ladies to go with him.” You encourage him, as you're trying to wave the bartender down for a drink.

“I didn’t come here to get laid” He rebuttals with. Chase assures him with “Then don’t. Talking to beautiful women isn’t nearly as fun as watching Taub not talking to his wife.” He takes a sip from his drink as he begins walking away from the bar. 

“I think you should still go. Like he said, it is better than waiting for the inevitable to happen. You know you want to.” You say as you sip your drink you manage to order while he and Chase were talking. “What is the worst that can happen?” He stays silent for a moment. His face tells he’s considering the decision. He then nods, making his choice known. You wish him luck as he walked in the same direction Chase went.

You sigh to yourself, you’re alone with a drink in hand, you take in the atmosphere, still darting your eyes from different sections of the place, hoping you spot him. You glance back at the dance floor, only to catch Rachel walking away from Taub, so you glance away and flicker your eyes towards the chocolate fountain where the boys are. A few minutes pass, and you see Foreman heading back your way. 

As he approached the bar again, he asked, “Do you know what a “bra” is?” You smile at his question, your furrow brows in confusion, your head slightly tilting to the side.

“Clothing or something else? Because I believe you know what the clothing is. What are you doing back here?” You respond jokingly. Foreman catches the bartender's attention and orders some drinks.

“The drinks are on the bra. That is what Chase called me and referred to me as his boss in front of the two women.” He informs you about the conversation he had at the fountain. 

You decide to take another look towards the dance floor and see no one there, so you scan the surrounding area and see Taub walking away from his wife this time. As you look the other way, you notice Cuddy walking away from House. As you turn back to Forman, you notice a certain tipsy Australian walking out of the reception with two ladies under each of his arms who distinctly look like the women from the fountain. You softly nudge Foreman with your elbow, catching his attention and nod your head in the direction of Chase. You mutter an apology and decide to leave him alone for a bit.

You walk around a bit more, still hanging around the dance floor. Watching the newlyweds slow dance and just past them, you finally see him. James, you noticed his girlfriend or his ex-wife, who is now his girlfriend, both watching the newlyweds as well. They’re talking, and so you just wait for the right moment to talk to them.

You know that they have been dating for a while now, you’ve liked James since your second year of working at the hospital, however you found out that he was in his third marriage so you squashed your feelings at the time. Thanks to your old coworker Cameron, who kept you in the loop, Wilson had gotten a divorce, and then your feelings started to resurface. You wanted to wait for a bit before deciding to ask out a freshly divorced man. You would bring him little things to cheer him up, such as coffee, or a new sandwich since House was always stealing his food. You would compliment his ties or his outfit, you embarrassingly complimented his lab coat, so you just made up an excuse and left.

You tried to ask him out before, many, many times before, there was always something blocking you from success. Such as House finding out, work getting in the way, not following through, and just House in general. Him finding out would be your worst nightmare. You would not be able to live it down. The day you were going to actually ask him out was the day you found out he started dating Amber. They called her “manipulated bitch” or at least House did, before she was kicked from applying to be on House’s diagnostic team. You never had a vendetta on any of the women who Wilson was dating. You encouraged the relationship, no matter how much it hurt, you went about your life, knowing you lost your chance but still held on to hope. Hoping that you’d at least tell him how you feel with a rejection at the end of the conversation. Dreaming that maybe he would feel the same. After Amber passed you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, you knew your feelings could wait a bit longer, until he was doing better. You still helped him as much as you could without being overbearing. Sending simply morning texts, checking in on him in his office every other day or simply sending a text to check in. You made sure to spread out what you did and left him to grieve.

After House was released from the psychiatric hospital, he stayed with Wilson. After a while, they moved from Amber’s old apartment into a loft that Cuddy wanted. Some time had passed, and you needed to talk to someone about how you were feeling and clear your head. Coincidentally, the hospital was on lockdown, everyone was instructed to stay where they were, you were in the break room, so focused as much as you could on your work. After the lockdown, you went to chat with Thirteen and tell her everything. As much as you don’t like to admit it, she became your substitute for Cameron. Thirteen then has this apologetic look on her face and tells you what she and Wilson talked about in the cafeteria. He was trying to reconnect with his freshly divorced ex-wife, Sam, her encouragement about telling him to call her, and apologized. You told her not to worry about it, she had no idea and that you would like it, if nobody knew.

In present times, Thirteen had left the team, and either she didn’t tell or the guys were great at hiding their opinions about this. Although, you really do believe that she took it to the grave, and for that, you're eternally grateful.

You notice James starting to stand up. You slowly make your way over. You stop completely once you see him moving his chair a bit behind him. It is as if the world is moving very slowly, as you watch him drop to one knee, talking to her as he pulls out a ring box from his pocket, opening it for Sam to see. A beautiful ring is shown, her face lighting up instantly, smiling widely. The way he looks at her as he holds the box towards her with hopeful eyes. Wishing it was you he looked at that way. You turn your face away, trying to concentrate on anything else in the room.

You can not help but feel your heart pounding out of your chest, your feet grown extremely cold, your body completely frigid by the scene you witnessed. Sweating hands tightly gripping the glass, the tightening of your throat, short breaths inhaled and exhaled, glossy faces of people passing by you. Feeling the weight of everything crashing down, the hurt you could no longer endure. Realization settling in that you could never be with James Wilson. It clearly has been proved time and time again. 

You admit defeat, you quickly make your way towards any exit, head slightly down, leaving the glass anywhere, you did not care, you needed to get away from the place. You waited too long for something that was never there.

Thank you to @sister-lucifer for the House M.D. divider and another thank you to @enchanthings-a for the star dividers!

Here is a short piece of the Australian writing translation I didn't want to use: "Oy am troyin t' geh' foremahn heah t' come weeth me t' peeck up some hawt cheecks boy the chocolyte fountine." That is supposed to be a translation of "I am trying to get Foreman here to come with me to pick up some hot chicks by the chocolate fountain". I couldn't do that. Season 5 through 7 have been killing me, I had to write this, I love Wilson, only to see he still can't hold a relationship.

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[ljblueteak]

Watched Chase (8x12) again for the millionth time and have so many thoughts!

Foreman tells Chase he doesn't have to go back and work for House if he doesn't want to (and he thought it would be good for him to move away with Cameron during Teamwork, hmm) but Taub encourages Chase to come back to the team: "[House] thinks three steps ahead, so I do too. Which is why you should accept his apology and come back on the team. He's annoying, he's maddening, but he makes us all better."

The "Makes us all better" part reminded me that Chase tries to heal himself for the entire episode. It begins when his date asks him if they should get him to a doctor at the start of the episode and he tells her he is a doctor and takes care of himself. This continues through him turning House away and meeting expressions of concern with "Just knowing you're there for me is enough." But then having it out with House at the end actually *does* help make him better (in a sense other than the one Taub meant, but still).

Taub knew that House had apologized to Chase. How? Did the rest of the team know?

Chase is an interesting combination of House and himself here. He discovers that Moira's got a condition that can be cured after he's been kicked off the case by Foreman (for sleeping with Moira and operating on her—Adams suggests that by"breaking the rules" and "not caring what anyone else thinks," he's turning into House) and has been told by House that he's too emotionally involved and is "grasping at straws." He comes through with the House-ish, last minute save, but it's *because* he's emotionally involved and goes back to spend time with Moira that he picks up on something, while House thinks emotional involvement gets in the way (now comparing this to House not wanting to believe Chase couldn't feel his legs in Nobody's Fault and trying to think of reasons that wouldn't involve permanent paralysis).

Chase has basically just met Moira and when it looks like she may have terminal cancer, he tells her "I'll be here as much as you need." It's interesting to see this so close to Better Half and the couple where the patient was diagnosed with Alzheimer's very early into the relationship.

Adams started seeing a trauma counselor and Park was really shaken/scared. Taub started taking self-defense classes. What about House? I would have loved to see any discussion between House and Wilson about this.

I have so many thoughts about Foreman and Chase's season 8 relationship, but I love that Foreman tells Chase he can have whatever he needs, but that he should come back and do clinic duty because "I know you. If all you do is physical therapy and your nighttime version of it, you'll lose your mind faster than you regain those fine motor skills" and... it doesn't seem like he's actually wrong about that?

Foreman is pissed and surprised later that Chase took the "leeway" Foreman gave him and slept with a patient, and it's not quite like when he's surprised that other time when they lie to a patient on the "lie to the patient" show—Adams suggests that it's not something Chase would have done before the stabbing.

Also, Chase says to Foreman, "I saved [Moira] from brain damage. You think my judgment's the least bit compromised?" and Foreman doesn't answer that question, but then House says, "Yeah, Foreman's clearly wrong. You're clearly not grasping at straws 'cause you're clearly not emotionally involved." What were they saying behind Chase's back? I want to knoooooow!

Foreman sitting in on the differential at the end of the episode was also neat. He was filling in for Chase?