#gregory house x robert chase

[cherry--cobbler]

Have you ever noticed that ships Harvey/Mike (Suits) and House/Chase (MD House) are similar?

We have one older and more experienced partner who has already achieved recognition in his field of activity, has extensive knowledge, has problems with his family, a tragic love story, distrust of people, one true friend, compassion for his own weaknesses and the need to control everything, as well as emotional closeness.

And we have a golden retriever puppy. Younger, inexperienced, but has a high level of skills, a little naive, capable of empathy, has dark spots in the past and family trauma, lost his parents (one of them), and in the process of the series itself loses the last parental figure, which greatly affects performance. And, like the cherry on the cake, he is a student of the senior partner. And the moment of betrayal. They both have a moment of betrayal of the older partner under the pressure of circumstances.

Unless one of them clearly has better taste in shirts and ties (I'm looking at you, Chase, who wears pink shirts with blue ties?).

And what the fuck are they wearing paired clothes for. I do not know, I do not invent these rules.

It looks like I have my own type. I don't know what this means.

If someone knows the abbreviated name of ship House/Chase, please enlighten me.

[yn-addams]

More house md in 2024

Cameron, Chase and Foreman had a threesome, and it wasn't drunk. They regularly get together and have movies nights and etc they’re in love

Chase has a crush on house and foreman and Cameron constantly tease him about it. I think that house likes him too and Wilson teases him but house is emotionally constipated so he denies it.

eventually while Wilson is finalizing one of his many divorces and living in a hotel, Chase comes over to house’s apartment and they drunkenly bond over trauma and daddy issues (probably around the episode where chases father comes) and then they kiss.

house freaks the fuck out and avoids Chase and Wilson

Chase also freaks the fuck out and avoids Wilson and house

Wilson, Cameron and foreman make a plane to get them to get together

they are both confused as fuck as to why they all did this but because both f them got their respective significant other’s permission they go along with it.

the next day they both come in to work with a smile on their faces and both of them are limping (house limping slightly harder than normal, and Chase is wearing a very ugly scarf for the rest of the day. ____

I had to include my new favourite ship into this one guys sorry 😅. Also not all of these headcanons will line up most of these are just thoughts that pop into my head

[artemuerto]

Lurking

Pairings: Allison Cameron/Robert Chase. Implied Robert Chase/Gregory House. Implied Allison Cameron/Gregory House.

Trigger Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. Alpha Gregory House. Beta Allison Cameron. Omega Robert Chase.

Author's note: I've been rewatching House since it came on Netflix and I am flooded with nostalgia and feelings. I've been dying to write something for House and Chase but my brain is till focus on getting Chase off Cameron and then this happened.

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"You and I are not the same, Cameron." Chase exhales in fear. He is willing to tell the truth. 

This tiny thought and wonder around reasons why House hires them in the first place —the sweet and evenly hurtful murmur of him and her being there only for House's sore eyes, it's all time consuming. House openly admits admiring them both, no discrimination whatsoever. And that pleases him and her. 

Now, hiding in her flat, sharing her bed, he can show her the truth. The thing House has known all along but took him time to discover. They seem similar and equally different: tomato, tomato. 

"You had a date," Chase gives her an easy image. "You were with him. Did you see him?" Cameron is intelligent enough to realize there's a hidden meaning, but even in all her innocence, she is still confused. 

"Of course I saw him. He was with me." She frowns in thought and it's clear to Chase she is trying to think back. 

"When you see him..." He is now holding her face with both hands, obligating her to find him, to learn and see. "You expect him to change." The reality is solemn and her face crumbles.

"I'm not—" I'm not trying to change him, goes unsaid. 

"But you are." A lock of his hair falls in. "When you see him... You expect him to notice." He offers in kind. "You expect him to notice you. You expect him to care. You expect him to care for you. You expect him to love. You expect him to love you." Not that Cameron doesn't have redeemable qualities. She is young, smart, caring and emphatic; she is lovely. She can be loveable. And so, she awaits, she knows she has value and eagerly awaits for House to accept that value. "House won't do that." The spark of pain hurts them in symmetry and Chase feels guilty for causing it. 

Chase is so close that she can feel him, his warm breath, the soft fading scent of mint, brushing lips bring memories of passion, only that would get them distracted, however. 

"When I see him..." and there it is, the constriction of his whole being and the new born sensation of life. Chase seems to lose himself and Cameron brings him back with a hand around his wrist. 

She looks invested. "When you see him..." And he pushes them foward. "You feel the soft tingling in your hands and the nervous sweat behind your neck. Your tummy forms a knot which only seems to increase size when he comes close. You smile and your eyes light up." Cameron is up fronted by such clear definition of her feelings when all this time she has been thinking only House could read her in. Chase offers a meek apology. 

"When I see him," there's a shift in the air. The bed becomes heavier, he probes and her eyes zoom-in. His alluring voice traps her, giving her a overpowering sense of connection. He encompasses her as a whole. Her skin becomes heated, her heartbeat rises up. "When I know he is near... I can sense him." He stares down, locking her in place. "Even floors apart, I know he is in there." Chase rests her forehead against hers. "When I stand next to him... I can taste him." Her mouth feels dry and the light brush of his tongue on her cheek feels electrifying." Even far away, I can smell him." He takes her breath away, her senses fill in with a new undertone, an unrecognizable shade of known. His kisses are deep and long as they are delicious, they hold no weight, no rush but they melt away everything she knows until the only thought available is him.

House is everything she sees, everything she hears, all she can taste, all she can feel and it overwhelms her to the point of tears. As if she has been drowning all along and she is able to reach the surface for the first time. 

He steals her voice, though she doesn't need it. 

"When I see him... I can breathe."

-

Gasping for air, heart drumming in her ears; the world appears to spin round and round, Cameron thinks she still hears the whispers behind her neck. 

Chase is not forceful. He may not look into her eyes anymore, although he is not intent on hurting. Cameron relives the feeling of him filling the condom, tightened and sealed, it's soon forgotten as he slides out leaving her with a clean hollow sensation of emptiness. He has given her everything and now he is taking it all away, taking it back hidden where it doesn't belong. 

He shamelessly cleans himself, he has made a mess. Cameron ponders the possibility of him being the only responsible for the mess they lie in, in between his legs is still tender. 

He denies her fully now. However, he offers the comfort of touch, a lingering hand behind her neck where soothing love should be and retaliates. 

"You and I are not the same." 

-

Foreman corners Chase in the locker room. 

And now he will see, he has always foreseen what rules in his kingdom, this would not be any different. First thing in the morning, it's clear as the blue sky above their heads. House crosses the lobby while indignation creeps into him, he doesn't even know why. Yet. 

"Did you break Cameron's little heart?" Chase is keeping his bag close and sits. It's quite the opposite, actually. Though, he'll never say. 

Opening the door to his office, House is hit by the burning recognition of l o s t. All his ducklings are in the playground: Foreman looking busy and about with a medical magazine in between hands. Cameron is sorting out folders, searching for a new case; occasionally talking to her peers for input, her scent has become meek. House has been so used to the polluted aroma of lilies that now being deprived of it threatened to give him a headache. 

Cameron's scent is dim and watered-down, it brings up questions which are dying at the tip of his tongue. But it's only when a freshly served cup of coffee is given, House identifies a missing puzzle piece. 

There's nothing coming from Chase. It's not new for doctors to hide their scent; blockers and suppressors available in the market nowadays, soft dented perfumes on display to offer comfort to possible patients, and considering their differences: Foreman being the only Alpha after himself, Cameron being a Beta and Chase guarding the fact he is an Omega as much as he wears it in pride. 

All of their scents balance each other creating a mellow net of safety within the department, rumours could be heard about it. 

And now a piece is missing. 

There's nothing House's sharp senses cannot detect. There's not even a lingering whiff of honeysuckle, rose wine or cream, the scents he commonly comes to associate with the youngest duckling. 

He is received with medical antiseptics and cleaning products. It feels as if it were meant to wound, which it does even if they can't place it right away or there's no reason for him to even spot it. There's no doubt. He has no proof but he is nonetheless certain. 

And it makes him want to scream. Mine. 

"No." He swears.

No, Foreman has it all wrong, he doesn't understand. No one does. So he shakes his head, hair brushing on his sides, giving him an acute softness Foreman is not used to see, he is more accustom to think it is all a lie. And Foreman catches a fleeting look, fading in smoke, a look in Chase's eyes, so ephemeral he almost wonders if he is imagining things. Oh, my, look at those eyes, look at the trouble they hide inside. Believe it or not Foreman swears to see pain in those eyes.

 "She broke mine."

[reri20]

He lost a bet:3

[pop-squeak]

patient: seizing and going into cardiac arrest

ducklings: earnestly trying to keep them alive

smash cut to house and wilson desperately trying not to fuck each other

[mayemperess]

Giving House MD characters a rock/shell/shiny thing

Cameron- confused; Doesn’t get it but very polite

4/10

Foreman- probs thinks you’re a crazy person, why would you give him a random rock? He won’t say it but he’s beyond confused

1/10

Thirteen- probably gets it, happy; might give one in return.

13/10 (couldn’t resist :P)

Chase- undecided if he gets it, either way he’s very happy. Thinks it’s the sweetest bc he’s a sweetheart. Probs keeps it in his locker or smth. Getting a gift from you makes him feel very loved,

20/10

Kutner- Dorky boy, gets it and is SO happy, probs gives you a similar item in return

100000/10

Taub- doesn’t get it at all. He’s polite about it though

3/10

Wilson- he probably doesn’t get it, let’s be real. But he’s happy to have it and keeps it like on his desk or in his home. He probably gets all flustered and blush when you give it to him, smiles whenever he looks at it

9/10

Cuddy- you know when parents get really shitty art from their kids, but act like it’s the best thing in the world? That.

6/10

House- obvious route would be just to say he scoffs and acts like it’s stupid, then on the inside/ in private, be very happy about it

However

I’m convinced this man had like a geology or dinosaur phase or smth as a kid, bc who doesn’t? (Or maybe it’s a neurodivergent thing? Idk doesn’t matter) So I think he would genuinely really like it

He’d be like Jack Sparrow and the jar of dirt

House: “…is the rock going to help?”

Y/n: “If you don’t want it, give it back.”

House: “No!”

He probs keeps it in his apartment, and is genuinely flattered that you gave him something. He’s affection starved as hell, as we can figure, so I think he just gets a little happy every time he sees it.

15/10

[fr3sh-c0rn]

ive been seeing people do this (it's amazing) and I want to join in. Here is house md reimagined in 2024

the team makes constant h2o (the TV show) jokes to chase. (Ohrrrr naurrrr)

house is canonically bi. And hilson. (It's not a want it's a need)

House and Wilson go see the barbie movie at some point in time. They have a great time. I am also pretty sure Wilson would like mean girls, so he would probably go see the new one and drag house along too

ive seen this somewhere but house totally makes a blue hair and pronouns joke at least once

chase makes vine references at the most inappropriate times

House changed Wilson's ringtone to Gimme More ft. CupcakKe to mess with the team but it becomes permanent because he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. They are mid heated discussion about what the patient may have and then Wilson calls. Wonderful comedic timing.

House knows meme songs on the piano

Cameron is the only one without a tiktok because tiktok has too much drama or something or other

House plays animal crossing for the sole purpose of hitting the villagers with a net

They get to say fuck

[glossglamour]

GUYS .

(source)

[dr-cameron]

Cast of House in TV Guide Magazine (Oct. 19-25 2009)

[deadxregulus]

[velaryqns]

Hii idk if you take requests but if you do could you write a fic where reader is married and pregnant with Wilson’s child and suddenly her water breaks in the middle of her work? This could be connected to the peds reader you did back then :) tysm <3

Mini Crown

Pairing: James Wilson x Reader

Notes: making this a sequel to “Glitter Crowns,” it seems quite fitting. So this is a head of peds reader!

Warnings: pregnancy, brief mentions of labor, House being House, brief mention of breastfeeding

You waddled walked around the clinic as quickly as you could, and that your husband would allow (lest he walked in and caught you walking at a rapid pace to help Cuddy in the clinic). You and James had already had a few disagreements about the idea of you working, but you told him you’d be fine for a few more weeks, it wouldn’t hurt the baby.

(You were wrong, at least the about you being fine part).

It was during lunch, you’d met with James while he flipped through the newspaper, picking at his meal sitting in mostly silence until you sat down across from him. He put his newspaper down and flashed his signature smile, taking your hand instantly.

“How are you two doing?”

“Fine as we can be,” you shrugged with a small smile and took a bite of one of your fries. You felt your husband’s eyes for a moment, but he accepted the answer and took a fry from you. You watched him for a moment, in a teasing way, and he only chuckled before he went back to his newspaper.

“Lizzie’s parents called,” he spoke.

Lizzie, the little girl you’d both helped when she was in the hospital under James’s care. After going through surgery, she was sent on her way. Even left you a small card.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, sitting back in your chair at the slight twinge of pain in your back and going around your stomach. You ignored it though, bringing a hand to run along your belly as you smiled at him.

“They said she’s doing much better, and that she still wears that crown,” he chucked fondly at the memory of you doing crafts with his patience just over nine months back, an interaction that had encouraged the two of you to finally get a start at your family.

A few minutes passed of the two of you talking when you heard the familiar click of a cane on the floor.

“Aw look at the lovebirds,” House invited himself to the table, taking James’s newspaper and moving your food out of his way, but still managing to leave it within your grasp (he wasn’t that cruel).

“I’m trying to have lunch with my wife,” James protested, gesturing toward you with a frown; therefore missing the discomfort on your face.

“You live together,” House retorted, mocking James's gesture and admittedly making you chuckle softly. James playfully frowned in your direction, feigning anger at your "betrayal."

You chuckled at your husband’s face, then turned to House, “He’s not wrong, we’re trying to enjoy ourselves before the little one gets here.”

House looked unimpressed, and unable to take the hint given between both you and your husband. House began rambling, filled with his own complaints for the day. You stared at your food, more focused on the fresh fires and soothing the incessant pains you were feeling than paying attention to House.

“Honey?” James’s voice met your ears, filled with concern as he reached across the table, his warm palm covering your hand that was still resting on the table. He’d noticed the look on your face, and his brows furrowed as his large brown eyes scanned over your features, “Are you alright?”

Another wave of pain washed over you, and you flipped your hand over to take his in it, groaning slightly as you leaned in toward him and over your large stomach.

“You know, if you want me to leave you can just ask instead of faking contractions,” House looked over at you as he spoke, receiving a harsh glare from your husband as he stood to crouch next to you.

“Will you stop?” He muttered to the other doctor, then turned his attention to you, “Honey, come on. Let’s go…we can talk to Cuddy—“

“I’m fine,” you countered, shaking your head as you take a deep breath, “It’s early, Hon.”

“You knew it could happen any day,” James almost wanted to say ‘I told you so,’ but knew it would do nothing to help your situation. He instead placed a hand under your arm, letting you keep a hold of his other hand and helping you rise to your feet. His lips grazed your temple, and his voice was barely a whisper, “Come on…”

You breathed deeply, both you and your husband wanting to draw as little attention to yourselves as possible. But you were in the middle of a hospital, so you knew you could easily get help from someone else.

“Say bye-bye to sleep,” House called after the two of you, in a sing-songy way as he took your food and helped himself to what remained of the fries, his attention not leaving the newspaper as James guided you out of the cafeteria.

You didn’t even know how much time passed between your husband guiding you out of the cafeteria to your little boy being placed in your arms; the blue hospital cap sticking off of his head while James smiled down at your son from over your shoulder, his arm around your waist and rubbing up and down your side. He knew you were in pain, anyone with sense knew it.

You smiled at the little boy, his big brown eyes that matched his father’s looking back up at you. You hummed, dropping your head to James’s shoulder, “He’s so beautiful.”

“Just gotta hope he doesn’t look too much like his old man,” the sound of House’s voice almost made you jump. But it shouldn’t have surprised you. Your husband leveled a flare at the man, “What? I’m just bringing him his first cheap hospital teddy bear. We all know he’ll collect ‘em like crazy if he’s the child of you two.”

“House, I just gave birth, I’d like some time alone with my husband and son please,” you pleaded as House set the bear on the foot of your bed. You eyed it, then looked back up at him.

He held a hand up in surrender, “Fine, fine. Enjoy your time off.”

You rolled your eyes as he left. James chuckled and shook his head, then kissed your cheek, “You should get some sleep — I’ve got him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes honey, I’m sure,” he gently took your son and allowed you to lay down. You fell asleep faster than you ever had before.

A few weeks had passed, you were still at home with the new baby, but James had returned to work for certain visits with patients. One of them being Lizzie. She’d been excited about the idea of seeing you, bringing in her crown and asking if it was possible to do a craft. James was sad to tell her that you weren’t at the hospital at the present time, but he was glad to explain why. There was nothing as exciting to him as being a new father, not anymore.

The girl was glum, but she understood, and her parents congratulated him on the new phase in life. It was a couple of days later, when someone from the oncology team dropped off an envelope on his desk. He recognized the last name, it was Lizzie’s. He was curious as he unfolded the envelope, seeing inside that there was a small paper crown, similar to the one you made with your patients and that Lizzie had been carrying around.

He smiled at it, noticing that it was much smaller than the ones you and the children you worked with made. A chuckle passed through his lips and he noticed a note as well, but left it be for you to read when he returned home, which wasn’t too much further away.

The apartment was quiet when he stepped inside, minus the faint noises of the television and you humming. James toed off his shoes and followed the sound of your hums into the kitchen. You were doing dishes, the baby monitor clipped to the waistband of your sweatpants and a tank top (the easiest for you to wear as a new breastfeeding mother) that was covered in a few stains. His McGill sweater was thrown over the back of a chair, you must have worn it at some point in the day.

“Having fun?” You turned at the sound of his voice, and the corner of your mouth turned up as you shut the sink off.

“I just put him down a little bit ago,” you informed James, smiling proudly as you quickly (but quietly) walked in his direction. Your arms slung around his neck instinctively and one of his hands found your hip, squeezing gently as the two of you kissed. You hummed, smiling up at him, “Welcome home.”

“I’ve got something for you,” he lifted his briefcase as emphasis.

“I’ve got my own one of those,” you reminded him teasingly, then got yourself a glass of water as he pulled an envelope out of the briefcase.

As your husband slid it across the table, you could see that it had already been opened, likely by him. You set your cup down as you looked at him curiously, silently questioning what brought this on. When you opened the envelope, a small sob passed through your lips and you reached inside to pull out the small crown.

“Oh my God it’s so cute,” you crooned, eyes wide as you turned it over, unflattening the item so it could sit properly. James smiled at your excitement as you took in its size and then looked in the envelope once more, your eyes locking on Lizzie’s letter. You looked up at your husband, eyes big and wet with tears as realization dawned on you, “Oh my goodness.”

Your husband chuckled, walking over to you and wrapping an around your waist as you pulled out the letter, the both of you reading it together.

Dear Doctors Wilson and Wilson,

Lizzie is insistent that we write to you for her, we’ve tried to tell her that it isn’t necessary, but she really does like you pair. We hope the gift alongside this has reached you and your little one without any damage, and we send the biggest congratulations ever! We’re so grateful for what the both of you did for our little girl, and you deserve this step in life!

Again, congratulations!

You had tears running down your cheeks when James looked up at you again, and he chucked as he gently wiped them away, then kissed your lips, “You’re an amazing doctor honey, and you’re a great mother. Our little man is so lucky to have you, so am I, and all of your patients.”

“Don’t get me to soppy,” you chuckled at him, sniffling and waving a hand back and forth in front of your face. He chuckled, looking down when soft cries echoed through the monitor. Before you could act he snatched the device from your waist.

“I got him, go rest, I’ll be back in a minute,”

You nodded, still holding the letter in your hands as James took the small paper crown. He made his way to the source of the cries, smiling down at the baby as he lifted him in his arms and brought him against his chest.

“Hello,” he said softly, glad to finally be holding his son after a long day. He bounced him up and down as he walked over to a shelf in the corner of the room, photos of you and James lining it, as well as the day your son was born. A picture of him and House (which House tried to bribe you into getting rid off) also decorated the shelf.

James tucked the crown next to a photo of you and your little boy, taken by James when you first your son into the nursery, “There…your amazing mommy had that sent by a patient, a nice little girl.”

James hummed as he looked back down at the baby in his arms, who peered at his father in slight curiosity. It was like looking into a mirror, if the mirror only reflected one’s eyes. James smiled as he looked at your miniature, with the exceptions of James’s eyes. He smiled, “I’m sure you’ll be making your own paper crowns in no time, hm?”

Author’s Note: hi hi! I hope you enjoyed, I did find it super cute to write. Don’t be afraid to send more requests ( I’d personally love some Foreman ones ngl )

[cherry--cobbler]

Вы когда-нибудь замечали, что шипы Харви/Майк (Suits) и Хаус/Чейз (MD House) похожи?

Мы имеем одного более старшего и более опытного партнёра, который уже добился признания в своей сфере деятельности, обладает обширными знаниями, имеет проблемы с семьей, трагичную историю любви, недоверчивость к людям, призрение к собственным слабостям и необходимость всё контролировать, а также эмоциональную закрытость.

И у нас есть щенок золотистого ретривера. Моложе, неопытен, но обладает высоким уровнем навыков, немного наивен, способен к эмпатии, имеет тёмные пятна в прошлом и семейную травму, потерял родителей (одного из), а в процессе самого сериала теряет последнюю родительскую фигуру, что сильно сказывается на работоспособности. И, как вишенка на торте, является учеником старшего партнёра. И момент предательства. У них обоих есть момент предательства старшего партнера под давлением обстоятельств.

Разве что у одного из них явно более хороший вкус на рубашки и галстуки (это я на тебя смотрю, Чейз, кто носит розовые рубашки с голубыми галстуками?).

Похоже, что у меня есть свой тип. Не знаю, о чем это говорит.

Если кто-то знает, как сокращённо называется пейринг Хаус/Чейз — просветите меня, пожалуйста.

[brachiocephalics]

they're not beating the allegations.

[comicwritesstuff]

Ik I just said I was stressed and needed a break or something, but, even if this fandoms dead, I genuinely need to write something about House or Cuddy or Wilson or Thirteen or like fucking any of them the whole cast is hot.

(Specifically House, im salivating over this old man, I wanna fuck him so bad)

GIMMIE REQUESTS PLLLLEEEEEAAASSSEEEEE

[cyberstrm]

don't be ridiculous

dr greg house x gn!spouse!reader

a/n: my beloved

cws: stab wounds, knife violence, swearing, blood

the day had been so incredibly long. you'd been on your shift for what felt like 100 hours.

"you look very awake." chase mumbled slyly. you shot him a glare and he chuckled. "easy, sunshine. our next patient is...unstable."

you groaned, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared yourself. chase patted you on the back, and headed into the patients room. you followed slowly.

chase was right. this particular patient was, for lack of a better term, very fragile. he was scared and panicked, and you were trying to keep him calm to explain his condition.

a shuddering bang on the glass walls behind you made you jump and you turned to see your husband, greg, standing by the glass with an annoyingly smug expression.

"y/n, i need you for a-" he began, but suddenly, his face fell, and milliseconds later you felt a scuffle behind you, heard a shout, and felt a sharp, slicing pain in your lower back. your saw gregs cane go flying and he stumbled into the room. your vision began to dull as nurses flooded in to help chase subdue the patient. you could feel your legs begin to give way as a pair of arms caught you and broke your fall. you could feel greg behind you, holding you, applying pressure to your bleeding wound.

"i need a gurney!" he shouted to anyone who would listen, before he turned his attention back to you. "you're gonna be fine, just hang on. keep your eyes open, hun, c'mon-"

your eyes closed, and the next thing you know, you're lying on a hospital bed with blinding lights shining in your eyes.

"what? where am i?" you sat up and immediately regretted it, your lower back twinging with a dull but noticeable ache.

"lie back down." greg mumbled from somewhere to your left.

"greg? oh my god...." you rubbed your eyes as the memories flooded back. "how long was i out?"

"a few hours." he replied, avoiding your gaze.

"shit..." you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes. "shit, why am i crying..."

greg sighed. "c'mere." he sat on your bed and pulled you into his arms, letting you cry into his blazer. "it's okay, it's alright. deep breaths. god, you had me worried..."

you clung to him. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to worry you..."

"don't be ridiculous. c'mon, you need to rest." he stood up and tucked you in, before kissing you on the forehead. you chuckled sadly, content to wallow in your injury and enjoy this soft side to your husband for a little longer.

"...love you.." you mumbled with a deliberate whiny tone.

he sighed deeply, a smile tugging on his lips. "i love you, idiot."

[opportunityarose]

house's jealousy acting up is always so funny to see