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do better â gregory house x f!reader
a/n: I got a little carried away, per usual, and now Iâm late with day 04 of the angstober challenge (still a wyp), but I plan on finishing it and posting later today. but, omg, I canât believe I'm posting day 05 â do better on time! this is also part of @angstoberâs challenge, which I'm having a blast writing. I do love some angsty vibes. please, feel free to comment or dm me!
summary: a relationship between the boss and his employee has a million ways to go wrong. one, in particular, hurt them the most.Â
word count: 2.2k
warnings: angst. House is an asshole. mentions of family death. mentions of cancer. struggles with immigration. inappropriate relationship. mentions of smut.
Let medicine be thy food.Â
That's the quote, or at least you think it is. After a particularly long shift, words in English seemed to scramble together a bit, with it being your second language and all. Usually, youâre a natural, perfect, fluent speaker. There are moments, however, when understanding what your peers are saying or formulating cohesive sentences becomes a herculean task. You didnât make yourself unintelligible, but it was a little awkward to be with a patient who clearly had no idea how globalized the world was and how many doctors in the United States were not native English speakers, and who looked at you like you had just robbed the white coat from a âproper doctorâ.
Sure, dealing with people was shitty sometimes. âDoctors donât treat people, they treat illnessesâ, your boss had once said. But in your mind, people werenât that bad. The long hours, the sleep deprivation, the lack of a social life â that was the really bad part. And there were, of course, the very short lunch breaks.Â
Medicine was fun, but it had nothing on a full plate of pasta with those weird looking meatballs. What once was disgusting, now seemed appetizing as hell. Not eating once while working for the whole night could do that to a person. Medicine was not food, at least not literally.
You had taken off your sweater and your white coat a while before going to the cafeteria, where the rest of the team was. As of right now, you and Chase had spent thirty-six hours working. Cameron and Foreman had taken the long straws and gone home last night while you and the prettiest doctor around worked on some lab tests.Â
That man who, right now, was not really trying to hide how he lustfully eyed you up and down, stopping on your cleavage. You didnât blame him for looking, though. Firstly, you did spend the night working together and you mentioned that you did not have sex for the last six months, and secondly, you had nice boobs, which was both a blessing and a curse. Also, he was very much exhausted. Thinking about your coworkers in an unfashionable manner to keep awake was better than falling asleep atop of a patient during a lumbar puncture â you had done both, so you could tell, oops.Â
âIâll die if I have to do any more thinkingâ, the pretty doctor said, accent even more prominent, letting his head drop to the headrest of his seat behind him.Â
âYes, thinking just doesnât come naturally to some peopleâ, you laughingly replied, sitting down next to Foreman. He scooched over, making more room for you and your tray. There was enough pasta on your plate to feed two, not to mention the salad, the dessert, the can of Coke and the can of energy drink.Â
âDamn, kid, do you not have food at home?â You eyed Foreman, a little annoyed at the comment. Why did men think they had the right to comment on womenâs food choices and bodies all the damn time? âDonât give me that look, you know thatâs a lot, especially for a girl who skips lunch every other dayâ.Â
âNot by choiceâ you said, taking a lot of pasta into your mouth. âNof ba chosâ, you replied, mouth full, making everyone at the table let out a tired laugh.Â
It was an uneventful meal. The team was really tired, especially Chase, who almost dropped his head on his plate twice. The four of you rushed upstairs when lunch was over, after being paged by your boss.Â
The man himself was pacing back and forth in the conference room, brows furrowed and looking extremely aggravated. Nothing new, then, you think, sitting down across from Cameron.Â
Allison Cameron and you had been friends since med school, and getting to work together was pretty nice. Women in STEM need each other, of that you were sure. The thing is, she was in a weird place romantically, which made you feel weird about getting along with the people about whom she was confused â which hardly makes sense, but it is what it is. She had a crush on your boss for the longest time, and that didnât work out at all. And then there was Chase, who she had slept with, but had no interest in further pursuing.Â
Hanging out with Chase knowing heâd seen her naked was a little weird, but the fact theyâd slept together wasnât the problem. He liked her, and that was her problem. Your boss, well, he was everybodyâs problem.Â
Particularly yours, considering⌠you know. The one-night-that-became-every-night. The HR-nightmare. The doing-the-devilâs-tango. The seeing-each-other-scars. The kissing-and-absolutely-not-telling.
It was fairly easy sneaking around. He was inappropriate, sure, but not big on PDA. He treated you like any other dumbass employee with boobs. If anyone saw the two of you leaving the hospital together? You worked together. If you were seen going towards the same place? Youâre neighbors, duh. And if anyone happened to see the two of you having breakfast together in the little cafĂŠ a block around his place? Well, it was a coincidence meeting him there!Â
If they saw you giving him head while he tried to play the piano, well⌠Thereâs no explanation for that.Â
You looked at him coming and going, and you knew his leg must be killing him. Yesterday when you left his home in the morning to pick up your stuff for the day (which turned out to be the day, the night and the next day), he was popping more pills than usual. Shit.Â
âNew case?â, Cameron asked, looking at the limping man with worry and care in her eyes. You liked her a lot, but she had to stop thinking about your limping man with such care.Â
Sure, she liked him first. And she probably worried for him just as she would anyone else. And it was ridiculous to be annoyed at your long-time friend for caring for her boss. Still, there was a sting of jealousy that made you want to bitch-slap her.Â
He finally stopped and looked at all of you. When his eyes finally met you, he looked right at your low cut top and let out a âYowza!â. When you blushed and stood up to pick your white coat, he called your last name, and said, nonchalantly: âNice boobsâ.Â
You raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of your nose as you sat down. It might seem like sexual harassment â and at first, it was a little bit â, but now it was just him being as inappropriate as always. Hiding from his feelings, keeping his distance with pathetic remarks and cold attitudes. It made you sad when you started working for him, but right now, you pinched your nose to stop you from giggling like a sixteen year old cheerleader being noticed by the boy on the football team. Or rather, the boy on the bench cursing at the stupid players.
Dr. Gregory House had a massive crush on you, and that made all the shit he did go away.Â
You realized Chase started updating House on the patient you spent all night testing and monitoring. Truth is, that guy didnât stand a chance for a normal life here on forward. At best, he had a benign hereditary chorea. Worst case scenario, it was Huntington manifesting earlier than it should, as youâd been saying from the beginning.Â
âShut upâ, House said to Chase, making those blue Australian eyes widen. Poor guy, he looked beyond exhausted. âI understand how DNA testing works. I went to med school too, remember?â
âYeah, but that was seven hundred years agoâ, you let out before you could think twice. You teased House a little for being older. Scratch that, you gave him a lot of crap for being older. You just didnât do it in front of the team, which was why they all looked at you horrified.Â
Horrified, but Foreman was holding in a laugh.
The âold-manâ hit his cane on the desk, turning the attention back to him. âOuchâ.
You smiled, playing it off like a remark made by an exhausted overworked young woman who disliked her boss. House half-screamed some orders to all of you, even though he already knew you had clinic duty.Â
The hours left to finish on the clinic were manageable, so you could finish it after you did some of the tests House asked. Â
Time passed by too quickly, and as your day went by, you remembered you had to talk to Wilson as soon as possible. It wasnât a life or death matter, but a peace of mind kind of thing. You decided to stop by his office before you It was then that you overheard something you shouldnât have.
Well, that brought the high school memories right back.Â
It was the middle of the afternoon, also known as the beginning of your third shift in a row, and you were stopping by Wilsonâs office to discuss a private matter. A family member of yours had cancer, and then another one. By the time your fourth relative came down with the diagnosis, you decided to check your genetic predisposition. Although the tests came back clean, meaning you were safe for oncology purposes, you still wanted to know his opinion on how you could be even safer.
You looked cancer in the eyes many times. You didnât want to look at it in the mirror too.Â
For some godly reason, you stopped before knocking. Thatâs when you recognized your bossâs voice, complaining about something, per usual.Â
âSheâs a baby! She had never watched Grease, for crying out loudâ, the voice and the footsteps made their sounds in harmony. You leaned in closer to the door, to try and listen better.Â
âWell, you two barely know each other, now itâs the time to know if thereâs a future in this relationship or not. And would you ever marry her?â, Wilsonâs voice, and the words made you freeze.Â
âNot everyone has marriage on the brain 24/7, Wilsonâ, House replied. Even from behind the door, you could almost hear the engines in his brain turning. âAnd God, no. I could never marry her. I can do better than a gullible third-world princessâ.
You froze.
Of course heâd say that. Of course. Even if he didnât mean it.Â
The realization came like an electrical shock flowing through your body. You felt it, and it made the hairs on the nape of your neck rise.Â
You meant nothing to him.Â
As an immigrant, the feeling of never belonging is constant. You donât belong in the place you now live, but you donât really belong in the place you were born.Â
You had felt for a fraction of a second that you could find your place here. In House's department. Perhaps, even with House. God, you were stupid. You were a device for him to finish his puzzles, and an object to finish⌠Well, to finish himself off.Â
As you left your transe and heard the voices again, you ran as fast as you could back to the clinic, where you had a couple hours left to finish. There was something you needed to arrange with Cuddy, too.Â
Hours later, you were in the departmentâs room reading some exams when House walked in.Â
He eyed you up and down again, eyes lingering on your breasts a little longer than a bossâ eyes normally would. âSoâ, he took his bootle from his jacket and opened it, popping a couple of pills, âyour place or mine?âÂ
âYou suckâ, you murmured, angrily, but pouting a little. Heâd never admit it, but he loved seeing you a little aggravated, crossing your arms in front of your body in a way that made your already eye-catching torso irresistible.Â
He smiled a little, putting the medicine back in his pocket. âNo, sweetheartâ, he now fully grinned, âthatâs you.â
You rolled your eyes, but let your arms fall and a cold smile creeped into your face.Â
âYes, I do, actuallyâ, you rose up from the chair and walked all the way towards him, hitting your hand towards his chest and pressing the paper you were holding against him. âIâm a full on sucker, and ass-kisser, as you like to point out. Thatâs why your so called mortal enemy offered me a job in New Yorkâ.Â
He took the paper, blue eyes never leaving yours.Â
âConsider this my two weeks noticeâ. It was hard to say, but it felt a little good, too. Logically, there were no downsides in this opportunity. Then, why did it hurt so much? âI guess everyone was right. I can do betterâ.
The double meaning was not lost on House.Â
Your hand finally left his chest, and he didnât look back as you left.Â
Looking at it now, it all seems so simple. It never is, though, is it? Especially with House. And you, an intelligent, kind, talented and ambitious young woman, could definitely do better than attach yourself to a crippled, bitter, odious older man.Â
You were doing better now. So, why, pray tell, why did this still hurt so much?Â
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Away from you pt.2
pairing: Jay halsted x reader
summary: when y/n found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her she left Chicago, without saying a word.
warning: Angst maybe and bad english since it's not my first language.
A/N: i'm actually thinking about writing a part 3, but i'm not sure.
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When Jay got home that night, he went straight to the bedroom, without noticing your absence at once; he was really tired after the intense day at work and after the night he spent with Hailey. He was feeling guilty about it, obviously, but he could find the courage, he just couldnât tell his future wife that he completely messed up with everything. He loved her, he really loved y/n and he didnât want to lose her, even if she would have all the rights to do it, after all he cheated on her, just few months before the wedding.
Jay was so lost in his thoughts that he didnât realise that she wasnât still at home; he removed the badge and the gun from his belt, placing them silently on the bedside table, then he looked around and he finally noticed that you werenât sleeping in the bed. He frowned, looking around and trying to understand where you were; he couldnât hear the noise of the shower and the bathroomâs door was open, so you couldnât be there either. He searched the entire home, then he took his phone out and he messaged you, hoping that you still were with Kim outside.
He tried to not get worried, but he couldn.t help himself when he saw that the message hadn't been sent successfully; he stayed awake for another hour, before falling asleep on the couch, waiting for your return.
He woke up the next day, feeling pain all over his body because of the position he fell asleep with; he looked around and he got up, searching all the house to find you. The bed was still done, and it didnât seem like someone slept in it the other night, so it was clear that you didnât come back home.
Feeling his hear skipping a beat because of his worry.
Why didnât she come back home?
Had something happened last night?
Was she in danger?
He grabbed his phone and called for Kim straight away, walking all around the house while waiting for her to respond. He knew that it was still early in the morning, and he didnât want to wake her up, but he had no choice. Y/n could have been in danger, something could have happened to her while she was coming back home, and he needed to know at what time Kim and her left the bar.
âJay, itâs six in the morning, whatâs happening?â Kim whispered when she answered the phone, seeing Jayâs name on the screen.
âIs y/n with you? Did something strange happened yesterday? Did she leave the bar after a call from the hospital?â Jay questioned her without taking a single breath. He just wanted to know if you were okay, if you were with her, maybe after drinking too many beers. He couldnât understand for what reason you didnât come home last night and he couldnât believe that something bad happened to you or he would have known by that moment, his brother Will would have advised you.
âWhat? No, she left around ten pm and she walked away saying that he needed to do something⌠why? Did something happen?â Kim got up from her bed immediately, especially after hearing his tone of voice and hearing how worried he seemed to be.
âFuck.â He exclaimed, shaking his head, still walking all around the house; he grabbed his badge and his gun, then he left the apartment without even reaching for his jacket. It wasnât cold outside, but you definitely needed to have a jacket with you all the time in Chicago, at least till the begin of the summer. âShe didnât come back home last night and she doesnât respond to my messages or my calls. Iâm going to call Mouse and to make him track her phone, after that Iâll call Voight if I notice something strange, okay?â
âShitâŚâ Kim whispered, worried. âTell me if you find out something, okay? â
âSure.â Jay reassured her, then he hung up and he called Mouse instead.
He waited for almost a minute before his friend answered the phone, still in his dreams; Jay could tell just by his voice that he woke up Mouse and that he wasnât really happy about that, but he just couldnât wait any longer, especially if something bad happened to you.
How could he have been so stupid?
You were never late, he should have called Mouse and Kim the night before, he should have called them before to make sure that you were okay. What if someone kidnapped you? What if someone hurt you?
It would have been his fault.
It would have been his fault because you went out with Kim alone because he wanted to spend the evening with Hailey, he would have been his fault because he should have called for help immediately, he would have been his fault because he wasnât by your side.
âMouse, I need you to track y/nâ phone right now!â Jay said without waiting a minute.
âWhat do you guys have with tracking each other phones, uh?â Mouse replied, mumbling something about last night, when you called him.
Jay froze at hi friendâs words; he pulled up and he parked the car before crashing into someone else, then he took a deep breath and he try to stay focused on Mouse.
âWait⌠what does that mean?â He whispered, afraid of what he could have discovered.
âShe asked me to track your phone yesterdayâs night⌠she seemed worried about you falling again into ptsd and I immediately tracked your phone. I told her that you were in your older apartment and thatâs it, I didnât hear from her after that.â
In that moment, all the dots connected.
Thatâs why Kim said you left earlier thatâs why he noticed the backup- key in the wrong position, thatâs why she didnât come back home and thatâs why she didnât respond to his messages or calls.
She knew.
She found out.
He messed up and she knew it.
Jay stayed silent for what looks like hours, even days for him, even if it was probably for just one minute or two. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnât notice he was crying, not until he was brought back to reality from Mouse.
âUhm⌠Jay, thereâs a problemâŚâ he whispered. âI canât track y/nâ phone, itâs like itâs dead. Maybe she didnât have the chance to charge it? But why did you need her location? Is she with you?â
Jay gulped, looking outside of the car, looking at everything and nothing at the same time. he was like a ghost, he felt like a ghost, he felt like he was dead, like he lost all.
And he did.
If she really saw him with Hailey, he knew that he lost the love of his life, and all for what? Some sex with his partner at work? He said he loved Hailey, he always said it when they fucked, but while doing it he always thought about y/n, about the love of his life. Itâ didnât make sense, it didnât make sense for him either and he didnât expect the others to understand, thatâs why he never told you or anyone else, even if he really wanted to after the first time he and Hailey had sex together.
âJay?â Mouse asked again, worried when he didnât hear anything from his friend for minutes. âAre you okay?â
âI ruined everything, Mouse.â He whispered at the phone, crying silently. âI lost her⌠I think she broke up with me⌠I think she leftâŚâ
âWhat?! What does that mean? She couldnât have done it, couldnât she? Why?â Mouse didnât really understand what was happening between his friend and his friendâs fiancĂŠ, but it was clear that something bad happened between them since he heard Jay crying on the other line of the call.
âI cheated on her⌠I cheated on her and I think she found out⌠she didnât come home last night, she doesnât respond to messages and calls⌠I donât know where to find her, I donât know where to find her to talk to her and explain everything to her. She had all the rights to know the truth from me, but I canât do it if I canât reach for her.â
Mouse stayed silent for some minutes, then he had an idea.
âShe works at the hospital, maybe sheâs there, no? Itâs seven am and she had to present her resignation letter if she really wants to leave Chicago, no? Maybe sheâs at the hospital to do it, maybe you still have time.â
It was one last hope and Jay accepted it; Jay took it immediately.
âIâll call you from the hospital. Thank you, Mouse.â
He hung up, dried his cheeks from the tears and he drove towards the Chicago Medical Center as soon as he could; when he arrived, he met his brother, Will, but he was to focused on finding y/n, so he ignored him and went straight towards Meggie. Before he could ask her where his fiancĂŠ was, Jay got stopped by Will, who pushed him into an empty room.
âWill I do nit have time for this right now!â Jay exclaimed, trying to go out go the room to find you.
âWell, youâll have to find some time because I want to know why y/n presented her resignation form on a fucking mail!â
And that was when Jay lost his last hope.
âW-What?â he whispered, sitting on an empty chair before falling on the ground. âShe left?â
It was too late.
He arrived too late.
Will nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder, and trying to reassure her in any way possible.
âWhat happened, Jay?â
âI fucked up⌠I fucked up and I lost her, Will.â He whispered. âI lost her.â
And it was true.
He lost you.
And the best part was that being a detectiveâs fiancĂŠ helped you to find a way to be invisible.
New phone.
Only cash.
Being a ghost.
You didnât want to be found, especially not by him and, while he was crying on his brotherâs shoulder about losing the love of his life, you were landing in New York city, trying to find a way to hang on, trying to start a new life.
A life away from him.
Away from the last version of you.
#oneshot#fluff#angst#chicago pd#fanfic#jay halstead#chicago fire#chicago med#adam ruzek#hailey upton#will halstead#hank voight#kevin atwater#kim burgess#greg gerwitz
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dr. robert chase x reader - the chase itself (smut)
hi guys :D i know i haven't posted in a while, but i recently asked a VERY good friend of mine to cook me a fanfic of this very beautiful man, and HE DELIVERED. like all out jaws on the floor type delivered. i love this man fr, so i'm posting it here with his permission. it's his first fanfic ever, and in my humble professional opinion he overdelivered - so have fun reading this beautiful smut fic of reader and dr. chase <3
I. Humble Beginnings
Taking place in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, New Jersey, you are a fairly new nurse who pursued a medical career in quite a common way. The way being that it was more so your parentsâ wish for you to go to medical school than your own, but you donât necessarily hate that fact; at least it gave you a direction, so to speak.
Itâs early in the morning, so thereâs not a whole lot going on. You went around doing your usual checkups already and what not, therefore you decide to go on your well deserved coffee break. However, right as you are are on that, and you step out of the cubicle you are in, you glance over to an unfamiliar face through an operating room.
Some would call it love at first sight, but it really is more than that. Itâs the kind of tingly sensation no one could forget. Itâs almost shameful, but you canât be bothered by that feeling right now. As if you physically couldnât take your eyes off of them, you lose all sense of purpose, standing there, unable to think. Suddenly, someone bumps into you, which wakes you up from your total amusement. You feel the need to know more, so as you squint your eyes, you can read their name off of the shirt they are wearing.
âDr. Robert Chase..? I need to.. have a talk with him. I just need to.â â you think to yourself, ponderingly.
You go back to working with a saturated mind, unable to concentrate.
II. The Chase Itself
As days go by, youâre quite hesitant to reach out to him, but you seriously feel the need to. Why is that, really, you ask yourself. You ache to even have a talk with him at this point, but you long for more. Way more. You canât think of anything else.
After contemplating for a good while, you decide to ask around to know what time he gets off from work, since you want to surprise him at the last minute. Thatâs the only way you see that you could have a one-on-one with him anytime soon.
With that out the way, you now know everything you needed to know. The only thing that divides you from your desire is to actually act up on it, so you gather all your courage. You look at the time, and youâre actually pretty shocked how caught up you were thinking about him. If you donât hurry then youâre going to miss him that day entirely, so you start sprinting.
You notice him as he is turning around the corner, all dressed up, ready to leave, and you stumble right into him.
âI need to tell you something inside, itâs.. itâs important, alright. And it might just take a whileâ â you tell him, struggling with your words. âGreat. I was just about to leave, you know. Whatever, show me, I donât have much time for this. Is it really that important?â â he answers abruptly, being quite impatient.
You suddenly catch a rush of excitement. This is all that you were planning for the past few days or so, to get close to him, and it looks like youâre on track.
III. An Uneasy Start
Chase swings open the door of the office heâs just been in, ushering you in and closing the door behind him, since thereâs quite the commotion even late into the night, itâs a hospital after all. Itâs dark inside, the only light sources being a dim lamp he accidentally left on and the Moon seeping through the closed blinds faintly. The room has a surgical bed, a cabinet behind it with all kinds of training supplies, a desk with an office chair and a hanger stand. He puts his white coat on the stand, then undoes his tie, putting it into his pants pocket in a really apathetic way, with most of it hanging out.
Seemingly being quite contempt with the situation, he sits down onto the office chair, facing you, and he seriously doesnât look like he wants to be there.
As a last effort at trying to ease up the situation, you grab the glass of water that is sitting on the desk and you splash it at him, in a playful way. Not surprisingly, this backfires, since he doesnât seem too happy about, not in the slightest. He stands up from his desk and goes on to wipe off his shirt to make it slightly less messy, all without even muttering a word. You do feel pretty stupid for that.
With another attempt at getting his attention, you arousingly start to cut the strings off of a few upper buttons on your blouse with a surgical knife, as he turns back to you, giving him a snarky look.
âWas that really necessary? What was so important about any of this? Can we get to the damn point?â â he asks you with a loss of temper. âI might have lied about that important thing.â â you answer him not so bravely.
He's visibly frustrated at you, and with a change of demeanor, he stands up and is now closing distance between you in a rush, as you are backing up. He halts as he catches up to you, towering over you.
With both hands on your shoulders, clenching them hard, he asks you, in an almost belittling tone: âIs this what you wanted? â âI donât know, is it?â â you answer him in a pretty similar way.
Like the kind of tease you tend to be, you start gliding around your fingertip on his chest, which he.. seems to enjoy, and lets you do for a short while, for then to push you to the nearest wall.
IV. Lust
Fueled by lust, you immediately grab his chin and assertively start kissing him, which absolutely catches him off-guard. In reaction to the advancement on him, he forces your body onto his as he caresses your back. After this goes on for a bit, he grabs you by the thighs, lifts you up and tosses you onto the surgical table.
With your arms behind you, youâre sitting halfway up as your legs are pulled up. You lock eyes while he is still holding you by your thighs. He leans over, drags you closer and is now standing between your legs.
You clumsily unbutton Robertâs shirt, one by one. In contrast, he carelessly tears off a few more of your buttons, making the blouse slide off your shoulders, which then falls onto your lap, flustering you in the process.
He then puts a hand on your lower abdomen, which feels surprisingly soft, even though his hands are quite firm. Most notably, itâs warm. So warm in fact, you feel like you could melt into him, and you are all about that feeling. Starting from your thighs, continuing to your hips, he brushes his both his hands across all the way up to your chest in a painstakingly soft and throughout way, but at the same itâs quite the calm moment.
An intrigued nervousness starts to pile in you as he suddenly starts to unbuckle his belt, which was undoubtedly the loudest noise in the room so far. In the meantime, like the obedient girl you feel like you are, with each rattle, you can't wait to obey. As if you were a household maid, youâre more than ready to satisfy the head of the house, as if he shook a bell around.
He tosses aside his pants and boxers and you feel like you canât catch up with your heavy heartbeats as he rests his rigid cock on your stomach. It all just feels so sudden, and itâs starting to grow on you in a pleasurable way. He goes onto removing your bra, while youâre simultaneously stroking him slowly and briefly, before he goes down on you again.
You can feel it throb against you, and itâs just as, if not hotter than his hand is, which he has below your stomach again. He needily grinds against you over and over, lifting your skirt up with it every time, and rubbing against your inner thighs.
He doesnât wait around before removing your panties, which are drenched by this point, and neither does he wait to penetrate you, as he is inside you now.
âMaybe I did need this.. â - you hear him talk out loud quietly.
At once, as he is slowly, but forcefully thrusting into you, you see him pulling out the tie out his pocket, which he puts around your neck now, instead of his own.
Itâs tightened real well, and heâs gripping it by the base, close to your neck. In the meantime heâs constantly pulling on it upwards, as itâs digging into the back of your neck, scraping your chin against itâs band, making your head tilt backwards considerably. With every moan you make, he tightens more on it, leaving your neck all bruised up. As he is fucking you, youâre nails deep in the sheets. You canât help yourself but feel pleasured.
As heâs starting to get rougher on you, you begin to develop second thoughts and try to resist him, but as youâre doing that, he immediately tugs you closer, rendering your attempt futile. As you look at him, he seems to be way too into this, as his eyes lose all focus and glare, and you can only watch as his control over himself fades, railing you without a care in the world. This creates even more neediness in you, as you cross your legs behind his back, clinging onto him.
You can barely even keep your eyes on him, and youâre not even resisting his pull on your neck anymore, so you fully commit into tilting you head back in joy. All this sexual fulfillment demands you to do so, as you are slipping out of control more by the second. You feel like you could finish at any time, and as heâs also getting close, heâs painfully grazing your stiff walls more and more, with your moans sounding pitifully more helpless.
Ejaculating with a quiet grunt, he blasts the majority into you, leaving two strings across all the way up your body, all for you to feel ecstatic about. You really do feel like you owned up to it with your services, as if it was his way of rewarding you. Not to forget about you, he pushes you over the edge too, as youâre desperately gripping his shoulders. No matter you could barely take a break after your climax, he leans closer over your stimulation filled shivering body, and goes for a deep passionate kiss. Not even bothered by the fact you are still desperately panting and gasping for air along with him.
V. Not So Aftercare
After standing up from the bed, he comfortably hugs you by your hips, to which you endearingly put your hands onto his. After romantically rocking you slightly around with his hug, he leaves his hands off of you to start dressing up. Itâs getting quite late.
As he is about to button back his shirt, he looks at you still standing there, still looking a bit shocked from everything that happened so far. Deciding to help out, he steps besides you, getting your bra back from your bed, and putting it on you. Heâs slowly buckling the back together, and you are simply just unable to look him in the eyes, since you're becoming increasingly shy in a sudden way, blushing like you never have before.
"You.. didn't have to, you know.." - you tell him in a higher pitch voice.
You really enjoy his care, it does fill you with joy. Then you reach out for your panties, but as you are pulling them up, he slides his hands under yours, taking the lead again, which surprises you even more. You are so overwhelmed with emotions at this point, you shake right into his hand as he pulls it all the way up, giving you a slight friendly chuckle, and blowing you a kiss right above the lining of your briefs, gaining him an immediate gasp from you. You're truly mesmerized by him.
He continues dressing himself, and as you calm down, you rush into his arms, facing his chest. He caresses and pets your face and head with one arm, for him to go onto groping your ass, and going down to your thighs. His hand lifts your skirt away from time to time, letting colder air in. After he finishes clothing up, he swings you to his other side and pushes you right to the desk.
âI need more of you. I need to feel you in more ways.â â he tells you with a shaky voice.
You almost even stumble, and with an utterly scared look on your face, you glance at him. Without precaution, he pushes you down onto the floor. You look down onto your legs. Your knees are together and your feet are far apart, completely side-tracking you. You even put your hands on your knees in a cute way, but as you lift your head, his cock gets into view, poking through his pants fly, which takes you aback.
Your first and immediate reaction is to press your lips all around him, kissing and licking his shaft as it pumps against your mouth. After growing tired and wanting more, he puts his thumb in your mouth, and with a few fingers latching onto your chin, he pushes downwards on your jaw. With closed eyes, you stick out your tongue, waiting for him to enter. He lets go off of his fingers from your face, following up with exactly what you expected. It feels way bigger than what you anticipated, leaving your mouth sore in the first minute, already. Heâs being frantic with you, mouth fucking you without relent. Youâre huffing for air as you whimper, but you arenât getting any. You start to sob as he goes deeper down your throat. As you move your tongue in a swing like motion, from side to side, you circle the bottom of his shaft as he shoves himself in an out. You soak his cock with your saliva, blending with his precum. No matter how much of it you gulp down, Itâs flowing out your mouth.
Resting his elbows and head above you on the desk, he looks down at the top of your head, as you suck him off. From the table, as he rocks you around, all kinds of documents fly off. Not that he cares, really.
Without even telling, he comes into your mouth, throbbing against your lips. You stomach it all as you look up to him, initiating eye contact, and smiling. After spewing out his cock, you grab it by the base and gently rub it off with a napkin. He pulls his zipper up, and kneels down. He parts your hair slightly and greets your forehead with a last smooch.
Looking back at you for the final time, he waves at you, winks in a mocking, yet sweet way and leaves though the door. You can only wish to meet soon in a similar fashion.
VI. Reflection
Youâre at a loss of thoughts. Heâs been so careful, yet so careless with you at the same time, and thatâs just messing with your brain right now, so you lean your head against the desk, you close your eyes and give into the bliss once again.
Even after he left, youâre sitting in the dark, in the same position he left you in, with his tie still around your neck. You feel embarrassed, but you canât help yourself as you take in the scent of his tie, pleasuring yourself through your clothes, while thinking about him. He has a hold on you, and you know that well.
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â a humanâs touch
; house x gn! reader
Maybe in some other lifetime romanticism wasnât lost to House. That he had grown into a man capable of giving clear-cut affectionsâ and capable of receiving it as well. The first ever puzzle he never wanted to solve, and it was of his heart. You, on the other hand, couldnât give a damn about it all. You tied yourself to him after all.
In your lap, maybe that fact of Houseâs could be forgotten. For an hour or two.
a/n: iâve never written for house, or house md at all. Currently in s4, and Iâm just so attached to this crowd of misfits. Iâm sorry if he ends up oocâ I just wanted to write something as close to fluff as I can with house LMAO đ
tws; nothing you wouldnât find in the show â 1.08k words
âWhat, are we playing mommy and her sexually frustrated boytoy? I donât recall putting this into the search bar.â
âI donât think youâre young and spry enough to be playing the pool boy in this scenario. Take as much offence as youâd want to that shocking revelation.â
Despite the very particular banter, nothing nefarious was happening in this scene. It was quite normal actually. In the tidiness of his apartment the two steeped in each otherâs presence. Steeped may have been a strange word for it, but it fit the two. House was chatty like always, but even now and then he had grown quiet. Either getting caught by a specific feature of his partner (still thick on his tongue, not something he ever says really) or deep in his own thoughts.
What prompted him to make the off handed remark? Some might ask, especially when they were having such a peaceful moment!
The obvious answer would be because heâs House. What else was he supposed to do? The not-so-obvious answer was the strange feeling in his chest, as his head lay against the thighs of the person he oh-so cautiously let pull him down to such a position. If he turned his head sideways, youâd most certainly feel the prick of his unkempt beard.
He flexes his fingers, arms sort of kept⌠limp. Close to his chest. The pale blue of his eyes looking up to the other, brow wrinkled into a furrow as he felt awkward. He only allowed himself to be so hesitant for a second more before he went slack jawed and widened his eyesâ a mockery of coming to another ârevelationâ.
âOh! Pray tell me then, what are we?â Spoken like a young teenager picking out lines from a rom-com they watched the day before to aid them in romantic endeavours. His arms even moving just the slightest to resemble a âgosh darn it!â kind of movement. That garnered an amused noise out of you, your hand very gently resting atop his mess of hair.
âNot we, you. What you are, is a man who canât even sit still and let me dote on you. So I resorted to,â your free hand gestured to him. Legs stretched and resting on the arm rest of his couch, his head comfortably in your lap, âthis.â
Then it was Houseâs turn to give a little snort.
âWhat youâve resorted to is crippling a cripple. Canât move! Should I go dial 911? Or are you going to kick my legs from behind just as I reach my phone?â This time, there wasnât any sort of sound akin to laughter. Instead, you gave the hairs atop his head a bit of a tug. A warning.
A grunt left him, his eye wincing a little from the sensation but his wit outran any sort of complaint, âPineapple! Ohâ right we arenât doing anything like that.â He still shot you a half-hearted look. All the playing around didnât get him anything but a gentle expression though, a soft look in your eye that said that you would put up with him more than he could ever dream of.
A look heâd seen, but never truly appreciated. He wasnât quite sure if he did so, even now.
âI would tell you to stop being stupid, but I know I could never stop that.â
âWow, thanks.â
The way you leaned down to give press a kiss atop his forehead spoke to the fact that you never meant any malice or exasperation in their words. Sure, there was bound to be exhaustion, everyone had breaking points. You were always so lenient with him. Even if you wouldnât admit that yourself.
Suppose in a way, they understood each other like that.
House didnât react much to the kiss. You gave a lot of those, so. He didnât say anything though, so that was either a good indication or a bad indication. 50/50, who knows maybe you should flip a coin.
âGood day at the hospital?â You mumbled, slowly twirling the short strands on his head, coiling them around your fingers. Houseâs face visibly relaxed, only flexing and moving as he responded. âOh, yeah, like Santaâs little workshop there. Bundle of joy, fun bright lights.â He muttered, eyes closing for a moment.
Everyone knew that his days were full of pain. He made sure everyone knew, actually. Always made sure that everyone had to be dragged down with him. With you though, he toned it down. Just a little bit.
Your hand caressed the side of his face, gliding down the rough surface and down his scraggly beard. Mindless shapes formed along his skin, his eyes trained on your face. Whether your face would contort the longer you looked at him. As if waiting for you to have a revelation of your ownâ that he wasnât who you wanted to spend your time with. Thatâd youâd wake up soon. Wake up from the dream you seemed so content with, him in your lap and the carefulness of your gestures.
âSomething on my face?â Your hand trailed back up to his cheekbone, before pinching the skin there. A smile on your face, for him. For a moment, he stayed silent. Lips that were once parted were now pursed into a tight line, furrow of his brows suggested that he was thinking again.
The longer you waited though, the lighter your touch became. As if you were drawing back. An end to a gentle moment.
âNo,â his hands shot up, taking yours in his own. His eyes firm, before they would soften and close as he brought your hands to his face. âKeep it this way a little longer.â For once, not a quip. A moment of genuine love, one that came out of him thinking this was all but fleeting.
In reality, you hardly moved at all.
You were just going to shift, hopefully making him more comfortable if he had felt the position a little awkward. Instead he cradled your hands as if they were the one thing keeping him off his pills. Even just for a short amount of time. Your shoulders went lax, tilting your head as you gave a faint smile. âOkay.â Was all you said.
âIâd rather have you touch me than the old reliables here,â one of his hands let go, giving a bit of a jazzy shake as if to emphasize, âgod knows Iâve touched myself enough. Your hands are softer.â You snorted.
âI donât doubt it.â
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Hello! âĽ
Could you do a House X (fem!) reader where he helps her to deal with a stalker she has?
Love your One shots btw âĽ
hi!! thank you so much, i love writing them <3. i think this is a very interesting request and i'm excited to give it a shot!
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mentions of stalkers
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"Look who finally decided to show her face. Good morning, Y/L/N. Hope you like small paychecks," House quipped as you entered the DDX office for the morning meeting, which has obviously been taking place for a while now.
"Sorry...I uh, I got stuck in traffic. There was an accident downtown," you sighed as you sat down in the empty chair at the desk. That seemed to be a good enough excuse (for now), and everyone went back to discussing the patient of the week.
Once the morning meeting came to a close and House sent the fellows off with each of their respective tasks, he watched as you stood up.
"Y/L/N, come with me," he spoke, motioning for you to follow him. Raising an eyebrow, you followed your boss into the main part of his office, watching as he limped over to his chair and sat down.
"What is it?" you ask, obviously curious as to why you hadn't been given a task.
"Why were you late this morning?"
"I told you...there was an accident downtown and I got stuck in traffic," you replied.
"Yeah, yeah, I got that. Now, tell me the real reason why you were late," he said. This wasn't the first time you'd been late for work, and if anyone was going to notice a pattern, it would be House.
"House, I can assure you that the reason I gave you was the real reason I was late," you answered, though the tone of your voice didn't sound so convincing.
"It was a good excuse, really, and I would have fell for it if this was a one time thing. But you've been late for work eight times this month alone, which leads me to think that you have other morning committments," he rambled. There he goes again with his deduction skills. You should have known better than to try to pull the wool over his eyes.
"I don't have other morning committments."
"Listen, if you're sleeping with someone and you get a little carried away in the mornings, I won't judge," he smirked. In reality, House was the last person who should be giving a lecture on attendance considering his own record wasn't so great, but as the head of the department, it was his job to make sure he knew the whereabouts of his employees.
"I'm not sleeping with anyone. Not that it's any of your business, though," you shrugged.
"You're right. It's not my business. But what is my business is when my employees start coming in late all the time. That's my job," House replied. "So I'm going to ask you again. Why the hell were you late this morning?"
You didn't want to come clean about the man that was stalking you. It was embarrassing enough as it is, but you had this deep-seeded fear that House would take it upon himself to make your situation the butt of a million and one jokes.
"It's really nothing you're interested in hearing about," you lied, your gaze landing on the floor. You were able to notice the scuff on your shoe. Brand new shoes and already scuffed.
"What? Do I have to park my car outside of your house tonight and find out why you're so late in the mornings?" he scoffed. At the mention of him essentially stalking you, you felt your heart sink.
"No...no, you really don't have to do that..."
"Why not? If you're not going to tell me why you're late, I'm going to figure it out one way or another."
"Because I'm not going to let you stalk me!" you finally snapped, and for a moment, the room fell silent. It was as if the whole world had gone silent. It didn't take long for House to put two and two together, and he let out a sigh.
"Who's stalking you?" he then asked, breaking the deafening silence in the room. As much as you didn't want to talk about it, the police hadn't been much help, and you were really beginning to fear for your safety.
"There's uh...there was this guy I met at a bar a couple of weeks ago. He offered to buy me a drink and I declined. I just didn't trust the looks of him. But he walked away so I assumed that he'd taken the hint, but then he followed me home that night and has shown up multiple times since," you explained.
"How often?"
"Not every day...and he never comes directly to my house, but he pretends to live in the neighbourhood and I see him walking all the time. Sometimes he parks his car on the street and stares at my house."
"Was he there this morning?" House asked. While the man was known for his uncaring demeanor, when it came to his employees, he would always go to bat for them, even if they didn't realize it.
"He was," you nodded, letting out a shaky sigh. "He tried to follow me to work today, so I had to take a different route than normal. That was after I built up the courage to even leave my house," you admitted. Truthfully, you'd considered calling in sick that day, but you didn't want to let your personal issues get in the way of your job. After all, being on House's team was a big job, and one wrong move could cost you everything.
As House listened to everything that you were telling him, the wheels in his mind were turning at the same time. "I'm going to drive you home tonight, and tomorrow morning, I'll pick you up as well."
"What? No, House, I couldn't ask you to go out of your way like that," you frowned.
"I'm driving you home and picking you up. Something bad isn't going to happen to you because some low-life, waste of skin loser spends his time creeping on you. I won't allow it," he insisted. It was the first time you'd ever seen him go out of his way to help someone outside of patients.
"Thanks...I really appreciate it," you replied. You knew better than to argue with him on this. You'd never win.
"Yeah, yeah. Now get. You can run labs with Chase," he said, waving you off so as not to prolong a sentimental moment.
"Right, right," you said, having almost forgotten that you were still at work for a second. As you turned and left the office, you had a small smile on your face. For the first time in weeks, you felt safe.
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Just A Prank
James Wilson finds himself flustered as he leans against the wall of the diagnostics conference room with two pairs of eyes piercing right through him; one dark blue and one dark brown. Chase sits on the edge of the large table while Foreman sits in Houseâs spinning chair. Cameron, who would usually put a stop to what is currently going on, is out sick with a stomach bug she caught from a patient, and House is⌠Well, House. Itâs over half past noon but Wilson figures House will show up some time in the next hour
With the rare dynamic of just Chase, Foreman, and Wilson, odd things are bound to happen; such as Chase suggesting that Wilson randomly kiss House as some sort of⌠Prank. Were it anyone else being asked to do this, Wilson might encourage it. House isnât used to any displays of affection these days, let alone used to being caught off guard by them, so someone walking up and kissing the guy without any warning would elicit a pretty good reaction. But Chase is insisting that he, James Wilson, be the one to do it- not Cameron or Foreman or Chase himself, because apparently, that would be wrong. No, it just has to be Wilson.
âAnd I have to be the one to do this becauseâŚ?âÂ
âKissing someone without their consent isnât something that most people take kindly to,â Foreman points out.
âAnd you think he would take kindly to me doing it?â Wilson asks. âAlso, I have to point out that itâs really not fair or correct to lump House into the category of âmost peopleâ.â
âI donât think heâd âtake kindlyâ to it, per se, but you two already treat each other like that all the time,â Chase argues with a dismissive wave of his hand. âWeird pranks, crossing boundaries, doing things to each other that would normally be friendship ending⌠Itâd just be a normal Tuesday for the two of you.â
âThat⌠Is still totally inappropriate. I mean, romantic fraternization with other hospital employees. Itâs technically against hospital policy. Everyone mightâve encouraged the date with Cameron, but thatâs a little different than me just going up to the guy and kissing him,â Wilson continues, his face burning bright red.
On a normal day, heâs not so easy to read or so easy to embarrass, but heâs never been able to help it when it comes to House. The thought of kissing the man heâs been in love with since 1999 makes his head spin. He shouldnât even entertain the thought, but with the âprankâ that Chase is suggesting, he does sort of have an excuseâŚ
âWhat, like heâs gonna report you to Cuddy? If you donât wanna do it, thatâs fine, but at least make your excuse a believable one,â Foreman scoffs. âYou know as well as we do that the man wouldnât report someone to her unless they stole his Vicodin. Anything else is fair game to House.â
At that, Wilson stumbles over himself and nearly hits the floor. He doesnât know what to say. With a sharp breath, he sits in the chair across from where Chase is on the tabletop and crosses his arms over his chest.
âThat may be true, but-â
âAnd câmon, itâll be priceless!â Chase laughs with a mischievous grin. Part of Wilson wants to laugh along with him. The other half of him wants to reach across the conference room table and smack Chase in the head for coming up with something so stupid (and so tempting). âDonât you want to see his face?â
âI canât imagine how pissed he would be, so no, not really,â Wilson crosses his arms. He can feel his own gaze darting around the room, probably to avoid making eye contact with Foreman and Chase. âWhere the hell did you two even get this idea?â
Wilson nervously paces the room, running his hands through his wavy brown hair.Â
âIt wasnât my idea,â Foreman quickly spits out, dark brown eyes shooting to Chase, who offers a shrug in return.
âWhat can I say? I was thinking of more ways to screw with House and it was something that came to mind. Iâd argue itâs one of my best ones yet.â
Wilson wants to do it. Heâs been looking for an excuse to cross that line with House for years. He shouldnât, because once he does it, thereâs a chance heâll never be able to go back. Better yet, thereâs a chance Wilson will kiss House only for the older man not to give a shit anyways. Thatâs arguably the worst case scenario. Wilson knows that, if it were to happen, he wouldnât be able to look House in the eye afterwards. Then, House would know. It would be a nightmare.
No matter how badly Wilson wants to grasp at this opportunity, heâs well aware it could backfire. He gathers whatâs left of his willpower to refuse.
âNo,â Wilson says, shaking his head.
He hopes thatâll be the end of it. Chase, however, remains persistent.
âLook, if Foreman and I arenât enough to convince you, how about this? Iâll cover your clinic hours for a month.â
âIâm not House- I donât mind working in the clinic and Iâm caught up on my hours. Itâs actually a nice reprieve from my day to day.â
With a sigh, Chase reaches into his wallet and pulls out two bills. He holds them out to Wilson. Foreman holds his head in his hands with an exasperated expression.
â...If covering your clinic hours isnât enough to convince you, how about two hundred dollars?â
Wilson is an oncologist who makes hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. His debt from medical school is already paid off and he lives a comfortable life despite the three divorces and subsequent alimony payments heâs wracked up. Yet, with Chase so determined to convince him⌠No one can say he jumped at the opportunity to do this. House will probably just laugh it off- find it hilarious- love that someone was playing him at his own game by pulling a prank so inappropriate and controversial. Itâll be fine, and if it does go to shit, he can just pin the blame on Chase for coming up with the idea in the first place.
So, against his better judgment, Wilson agrees.
âFine.â
He reaches out to take the money from Chaseâs hand and shoves it into the front pocket of his white coat.Â
âWhere do you think heâs at, anyway? Heâs usually late, but not this late,â Foreman stands and gestures to the clock on the wall. Itâs already almost one in the afternoon.Â
Knowing him, heâs probably in the cafeteria. He doesnât have any cases today, so he showed up late to avoid clinic duty and made sure to time it so he wouldnât get here until the start of his lunch break. Heâs just using it to find out where Cuddy is so he can avoid her for the rest of his shift since she canât make him work during his scheduled break,â Wilson explains. âIf I were you guys, I wouldnât count on seeing him much today.â
âOh, I know we donât have any cases, I didn't want to see him for work purposes. Iâve just gotta be there for the big moment,â Chase says while excitedly gathering his things so he can stand and head towards the door. âWell? What are we standing here for? Letâs go; to the cafeteria!â
âYou know if he figures out youâre behind this, heâs going to have you covering his clinic hours and shining his shoes for the next year, right?â Foreman chuckles.
âWait,â Wilsonâs eyes flicker between Foreman and Chase, who are now standing by the door and peering back as if theyâre waiting for him to join them. âYou- you want me to go do this right now?â
âYeah, duh,â Chase answers. âNow letâs go!â
Chase and Foreman both leave the conference room. Wilson, too stunned to respond, takes a moment to catch up and follow them to the cafeteria. When they arrive, itâs easy to spot House. The man is six foot two and gorgeous, so Wilson manages to pick him out of the crowd in seconds.Â
House walks by himself in the middle of the cafeteria with a tray of food lazily held in one hand and his cane in the other. His narrow shoulders are adorned with one of the many t-shirts heâs stolen from Wilson and his favorite leather jacket. Wilsonâs heart skips a beat when House smiles. The man is probably thinking about some interaction heâs had today where heâs fucked with someone- just for the fun of it. Wilson hates that heâs so in love with that antagonistic side of House, hates that heâs head over heels for House despite years of the older man meddling in his personal life, pulling shitty pranks on him, teasing him, and generally screwing with him at each and every turn.
Maybe this prank isnât such a good idea. But, as nervous as Wilson is, even he can admit that House deserves to be the one being messed with for once.
âOh, do you see him?â Foreman says.
âI do,â Chase pipes up and nudges Wilsonâs side with his elbow. âWell, what are you waiting for? That money wasnât for nothing- go for it!â
âYeah, yeah, okay. You owe me twice as much if he starts beating me with his cane for pulling this crap while weâre at work,â Wilson grumbles.
He breaks away from Chase and Foreman and goes up to House, who catches his eye and offers a smile. Wilson forces himself to smile back as House meets him in the middle of the cafeteria with his tray still in hand.Â
âHey, Wilson,â House greets, a twinkle in his icy blue eyes. Wilson swallows the lump in his throat and stares back at his friend, who shamelessly eyes him up and down. âWhat, cat got your tongue? Or did you swallow sandpaper? Seriously, the face youâre making right now makes you look like a constipated-!â
Before House can finish, Wilson goes for it. He places his hands on Houseâs shoulders, screws his eyes shut, and gently presses his lips into Houseâs. The other manâs mouth tastes like coffee and Vicodin. Itâs a bitter and terrible combination, but itâs House, and Wilson realizes that this may be the only chance he gets to experience it. He commits it to memory, savors it, loves it as if itâs the man himself.
Wilson expects House to pull away. It doesnât happen.Â
Fine enough- he figures itâs out of shock, and that House will pull away in a few moments. Wilson is proven wrong when he hears Houseâs lunch tray clatter to the floor. Surely then, House should retract to pick up the mess. Again, it doesnât happen.Â
His cane falls right after the tray, and Wilson gets ready to move, but he finds himself frozen in place when House grips him by the collar and drags him in to deepen the kiss. He moves his mouth against Wilsonâs, chapped lips consuming the oncologistâs softer ones.Â
Wilson is snapped out of it when he hears gasps and whispers in the cafeteria. He jerks back so he can look up at House. Thereâs no mirror around, but if there were, Wilson is sure he would see that his face has paled with horror. He canât so much as make eye contact with House.
And for a moment, House appears smug; shit-eating grin, raised eyebrows, and that familiar darkness that takes over his gaze when he feels like heâs won something. However, that smugness is quickly washed away when House scans Wilsonâs face.Â
âIt-â Wilson stutters, unsure of how to explain what he was doing or why he was doing it. Unsure of how to react to House kissing him. Unsure of why House kissed him back at all, but especially unsure of why House kissed him back so fast. He barely manages to force out the breathless words his brain jumbles together in its panicked state. âIt was just a prank. Chase, he- he thought it would be a good way to mess with you, paid me two hundred dollars. Iâll give you the money, if you wantâŚ?â
The initial disappointment that laced Houseâs expression just seconds before transitions into hardened anger; the kind of ice-cold rage that he so brilliantly displays whenever he feels like heâs been betrayed by someone he trusted. It makes sense. Even in his anxious state, Wilson is thinking rationally enough to know he deserves it and shouldâve expected it. After all, House has never taken well to any form of embarrassment.Â
Without saying so much as a word, House retrieves his cane and swiftly turns to exit the cafeteria, leaving Wilson to pick up the mess of his lunch tray while everyone else stares holes into him.
~
The next day, Wilson is an anxious mess. He went to Houseâs office multiple times after lunch yesterday and couldnât find the man. He called and sent multiple texts, and each and every one was ignored whether it was to Houseâs office phone, flip phone, or pager. He hasnât been able to find House in any of the clinic rooms, in the conference room that the diagnostics team uses, or in any of the staff offices including his own, but he knows House is there as the team is apparently working on a new case. House has just done a masterful job of avoiding him specifically.
Wilson quickly comes to the conclusion that House is angry; justifiably so. On top of being kissed in a group full of their patients and colleagues, Wilson also accidentally rejected him in front of said people by jerking away from Houseâs kiss as if it were the plague and loudly announcing that his initiating of the kiss was just a prank. Itâs a miracle the man didnât quit on the spot and move across the country following that kind of humiliation, because Wilson knows he would have if it were him.
Wilson feels awful about it. All he wants to do is get a hold of House so they can talk in person and clear up this misunderstanding. House put himself out there by kissing Wilson back, pretty much confessed his feelings as eloquently as he could without using actual words, and Wilson went and fucked it up with his panicked response.Â
The brunette is sitting in his office stewing about the kiss; partially wishing he hadnât done it in the first place, partially praying for it to happen again. He has a thousand things he should be doing instead; writing a speech for an upcoming conference, emailing patients, looking at lab results for said patients, scheduling consults. Sadly, all he can focus on is House and how badly he wants to find the diagnostician and confess his feelings before this situation can get any worse.Â
Poor Cameron returned to work today and is clearly uncomfortable with the tension, Chase is amused by the whole thing to an annoying degree, and Foreman is so clearly fed up with all of them. Wilson wishes things would go back to normal- or at least not be like this any longer. Itâs only been one day and heâs already exhausted by it.
He has a lunch tray sitting in front of him with a bag of chips and a scrambled egg bowl that heâs hardly picked at. In front of him also sits his laptop, which is opened to show his emai inbox. Before Wilson can start sifting through said emails, the glass door to his office is slammed open so hard heâs surprised it doesnât shatter and break. He looks up to see House, who angrily hobbles in.
If the situation werenât so tense, heâd find the whole thing comical; Houseâs evident anger, Houseâs childish avoidance of him, the fact that they kissed in the middle of the cafeteria.
âSo, it was just a prank,â House says, his tone accusatory.
âUh,â Wilson nods, takes a sip from his water bottle, and clears his throat. âYeah. Why did you kiss me back?â
âWell,â House scoffs, eyes darting around the room. He stands in front of Wilsonâs desk and impatiently taps his cane against the floor; something he does when heâs trying to come up with an excuse for something. As per usual when heâs been rejected or perceives a discussion as a conflict, he goes on the defensive. âObviously, I was just playing into the bit. Thatâs all it was, right? A joke?â
âHouse, you donât have to lie. The catâs out of the bag for both of us now so itâs honestly kind of embarrassing for you to-â
âNow give me the chips on your tray,â House huffs and walks behind Wilsonâs desk to stand right next to where heâs sitting. He snatches the chip bag off of the lunch tray in front of Wilson but remains standing so close that Wilson can smell the sandalwood laundry detergent he uses wafting off of his outfit. âIâve got a case to work on, and this one isnât a cancer patient, so it has nothing to do with you.â
âBut I-â Wilson objects in hopes that House will listen to him enough for them to talk this through, only to quickly be interrupted.
âOne more thing,â House pauses.
Wilson is optimistic that theyâll finally get to talk like heâs been wanting. Instead, House puts the chips down, grabs Wilson by the tie, and yanks him up for a kiss. Wilson barely has the time to register the taste of toothpaste and breath mints prior to House pulling away and taking the chip bag back from the desk.
âWhat the hell-â
âOh, sorry about that! Try not to get your hopes up or anything,â House says in a mocking tone and feigns a pitying expression as he briskly heads towards the glass door with his cane in one hand and Wilsonâs stolen chip bag in the other. âAfter all, it was just a prank.â
And then, House is gone.
Wilson slumps down into his office chair and lets out a long, heavy sigh. As tempting as it is, itâs best not to chase after House in the middle of the hospital- the jackass will embarrass him someway, somehow. His dark brown eyes land on his now half-empty lunch tray, and then on his open laptop.
âFucking breath mints⌠He planned to catch me off guard by coming in here and pulling that, didnât he? âŚGod, Iâve got so much to do.â
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Another day passes with no progress. Wilson was hoping the situation would smooth itself out naturally, but it seems as if House is still equally as pissed as he was the afternoon Wilson kissed him in the cafeteria, so he decides heâll simply have to find House and sort it out himself.Â
Wilson knows better than to try and do this honestly. House raged and ran out on him at the hospital the other day, and then avoided him and treated him like shit yesterday. Every call and every text from Wilson has been ignored while Houseâs team says heâs still responding to them as usual.
So, Wilson brings a box with him to Houseâs apartment complex. He knocks on Houseâs door, sets the box down, and quickly hides a few feet away to avoid being seen through Houseâs peephole. The moment House opens the door to retrieve the surprise âpackageâ, Wilson approaches. House quickly scoffs and tries to retreat inside to shut the door, but before he can pull it all the way closed, Wilson blocks it with his foot.
âNice trick, Jimmy. If I werenât filled with such unbridled rage and disdain for you right now, I might be impressed. Did you forget you have a spare key?â
âOkay, House,â Wilson starts. He doesnât bother acknowledging Houseâs quip about the spare key that was, in fact, forgotten on his keychain. âYouâve been avoiding me and I think weâre just a tad overdue for a nice, long talk about this.â
âWhatâs there to talk about? You kissed me and I kissed you back. Youâre not stupid, Wilson,â House rolls his eyes. Realizing that Wilson isnât going to give up, House swings the door open and stares down at him. Wilson shrinks into himself. While Houseâs face doesnât betray his emotions, his hands certainly do. One of them is gripping the doorknob so hard that his knuckles are burning white, while the other is braced against the wall his cane is propped up on. Heâs upset; angry, still. âYou know how I feel now. Thereâs no need for an exchange of words.â
âW-Well, I-â
âI canât even be mad at you, you know. Thatâs the worst part,â House rambles. Without any indication that heâs going to do so, he storms into his living room, leaving the door wide open. Wilson takes it as an invitation and slinks into the apartment where he shuts the door behind him and takes his shoes off at the entryway. House continues his rant and plops down onto his brown leather couch. âGoing and kissing someone as a prank- if I wouldâve been in your shoes with Chase telling me to do something like that, I wouldâve done it to fuck with you without getting paid. I wouldâve jumped at the idea, reveled in it, found it fucking hilarious!â
Wilson blinks, still standing awkwardly in the middle of Houseâs entryway.Â
âThen why are you so mad?â
âBecause I loved it! I stood there and made out with you like a teenager in the middle of the cafeteria,â House pauses, shakes his head, and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger. â...And I loved it. You know I havenât been able to solve the case we got yesterday morning because of you? Chase solved it before I did! All because Iâve been letting my brain rot by using it to replay that moment over and over again, thinking of what I couldâve done differently to save myself that kind of embarrassment. I kissed you back, only for the whole thing to be a fucked up joke. Do you know how that feels?â
âYouâre saying all of this as if I didnât also enjoy it,â Wilson spits. To his utter dismay and frustration, Houseâs icy blue eyes narrow in suspicion. The damn idiot doesnât believe a word heâs saying; the kiss, the prank, itâs broken the trust that they so blindly had in each other before it happened. Itâs turned their entire world upside down. âSeriously, House, you think I wouldâve kissed you for enough money even if I really didnât want to do it?â
âI donât know what to think,â House whispers, low, almost as if heâs talking to himself. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at the ground. His cane is haphazardly dropped on the floor in front of his bare feet. âI never thought youâd kiss someone at your job like that, much less me, and yetâŚâ
âIâd kiss you in front of just about anyone if youâd let me. Maybe I just like you that much,â Wilson offers. He manages to muster up a smile along with the courage to look House in the eye again. As House stops to process what heâs just said, Wilson slowly walks over and sits next to him on the couch. âAnd⌠Maybe the prank was an excuse to kiss you, just to see what itâd be like. I never imagined youâd reciprocate. I panicked and didnât know what to do because I was caught off guard. Before I did it, I mulled it over and came to the conclusion youâd find the whole thing hilariously disgusting, assume it was just for the money, and weâd never talk about it again. I guess I only got one of those things right.â
âYour deduction skills arenât the best. They never have been,â House snarks. The anger seems to leave his body as he deeply inhales and exhales. His arms fall into his lap, and much to Wilsonâs relief, he smiles back. âAt first, I hoped it was a genuine gesture. Itâs out of character for you to act out something so dramatic in public, but Iâve felt this way for such a long time that I got my hopes up, so when you panicked⌠Well, Iâm sure you get it.â
âYeah,â Wilson nods and reaches out to hold one of Houseâs hands. Surprisingly, itâs the first time theyâve done this, but House intertwines their fingers as if itâs natural for them. Wilson could get used to the warmth that comes from Houseâs calloused thumb gently stroking the back of his hand. âI think I do, but⌠It was wrong of me to agree to do that in the middle of the cafeteria for my own selfish reasons. I shouldâve manned up and told you how I felt on my own instead of using that stupid prank Chase came up with as an excuse to kiss you and gauge your reaction.â
âIâm not going to deny that. Still, though, are we going to sit here and pretend like I didnât deserve it to some extent? I know Iâve run you through the wringer for a long time, Wilson,â House laughs and leans back into the couch, eyes now trained on the ceiling above them. âIâm sure the sadistic part of you that you refuse to admit is there got some sort of satisfaction out of making me miserable for a day or two.â
âNot really,â Wilson chuckles. House is staring at him now. It looks like he wants something- maybe like he wants Wilson to say something specific- but Wilson isnât sure what it is. âI wanted to shock you, maybe, not make you scorch-the-earth pissed for two days. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?â
âWell,â House smirks, icy blue eyes flickering to Wilsonâs lips and then back up to meet the brunetteâs gaze. âI do have one idea, but Iâm afraid you may not be comfortable doing it without an audience; say, a cafeteria full of our patients and coworkers.â
Wilson scoffs and rolls his eyes, a fond smile taking over his face. He scoots closer to House and places his spare hand on the manâs thigh.
âFortunately for you, Iâm afraid youâre wrong- and yes, you are capable of being wrong.â
âReally? Then prove it.â
âFine.â
With that, Wilson leans in and kisses House once again, the two men struggling not to grin against each otherâs lips.
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Greg House x Fem! Reader
Kinktober day 1: Boot worship
Summary: You had been extremely distracted, more or less hot and bothered the whole day. You couldnât focus on any of your work. House walks into your office to check on you and notices you checking out his boots a little too long.
A/n: you have an office because, why not? Idk. It worked better. Also Ik this is behind schedule Iâm really sorry Iâve been busy with family problems. Also Iâm making my own list for kinktober bc I didnât like a lot of the prompts sorryyy. Also this is kinda short.
Nsfw under cut
You were trying to focus your hardest on the paperwork you were doing on your desk. You hadnât been all too present mentally speaking. You had your mind on something else. You couldnât pin point why but for some reason you were just so fucking horny today. Probably had something to do with you ovulating. So horny, that in fact you couldnât even do your job. Sure, you got the work done, but you werenât at your best, and House could tell. You worked on the diagnostics team and were, admittedly, his favorite. He payed close attention to you whenever you did, anything really. He watched your every move like a hawk, and he knew when something was up, and he wouldnât let it go until you told him. This time, it was different. Obviously you canât just tell your boss you were super horny and thatâs why you couldnât do your job well enough today. You just had to hope he wouldnât talk to you about it.
The universe just had to have a personal vendetta against you. You were convinced of it. Someone had opened your door and walked into your office. Without knocking. Only one person you knew who did that. House.
âKnock knockâ he imitated the sound while looking down at you as you did your paperwork.
âWhat do you want Greg?â You didnât want to talk to him. Not because you didnât like him. You liked him a lot. You just didnât want to spill the beans about how much you wanted to fuck him, and you knew if he pestered you long enough youâd either admit it or lash out on him. Neither one being good.
âSomeoneâs fussy.â He raises his eyebrows, comes into the room and closes the door behind him, leaning on it as he speaks. âWhatâs wrong with you today? You seem a bit⌠gone.â He makes a weird motion with his hand above his head.
âNothing. Drop it. Im fine.â ���Please leave nowâ you thought to yourself. You couldnât look directly at him but didnât want to totally dismiss his presence either. You settled by looking at his boots. They looked new. Black and sleek. Doc Martens. Your state grew unknowingly as he stared at you.
âReally? Doesnât seem like ânothingâ.â He didnât move from the door but shifted his posture, standing more straight than before.
âWhy does it matter to you anyways?â You retorted back. You were being rude but it came from a place of good. All you wanted was for him to leave your office and for your day to be over so you can go home and finger yourself to sleep.
âIt doesnât. Until it affects your ability to do your job. Which it seems like it has. Therefore, itâs my business, and it matters.â
You didnât respond, your eyes just moving between the paperwork on your desk and his boots.
âWhatâs wrong? I get dirt on them or something?â He sarcastically asked and pretended to inspect them.
âOh, n-no.. sorry.â You were caught so extremely off guard by him noticing your stare. You moved your gaze back to the paperwork but because he wasnât leaving you lifted your eyes every now and them to his boots.
âHmm, letâs see..â he started âyouâve been bright red all day, unable to focus, and now youâre staring at my boots, and itâs certainly not because theyâre dirty. Hmm..â he puts a hand to his chin and pretends to be in deep thought for a few moments before speaking up again, this time with a shocking âomgâ sound. âI got it! Youâre horny.â He was now moving from the door and walking towards you.
âThatâsâ thatâs ridiculous please I-â
âYou sure? All evidence points to me being right.â He now stood in front of your desk, chin resting on his cane, looking back at your surprised, crimson red face. âI will say though, the boot thing definitely came as a surprise. Didnât think you were into that kinda stuff.â
âEven if I am, what are you going to do about it? Or did you just want to know?â You rolled your eyes. There was a certain annoyance in your voice because you immediately assumed once he knew heâd just leave the room, but to your surprise he stayed.
âGee I donât know, you seem desperate enough to fuck a shoe! By god, I wonder if thereâs anyone willing to let you get off by riding their new Doc Martens. Get on your knees.â
You were shocked by the change of voice from his usual sarcastic tone to a much more demanding one now, but you liked it. You needed him so much right now and he was just letting you have him. If this was a wet dream, you didnât want to wake up. You got out of your chair and compiled to his demand.
âYou might wanna take your clothes off first.â He told you and you threw everything you were wearing to the side, not caring about anything anymore, just chasing that high you so desperately needed. Without warning, he moved his boot in between your thighs, right up against your pussy. You gasped, moaning out and grabbing onto his leg, surprised by the suddenness of the movement. âGregâŚâ
âYouâre so needy for me.â His raspy voice sending shivers down your spine as you began to grind on his boot. The silence of the room being rid of with heavy breaths from the both of you.
You grind on his leg harder, wanting to cum so badly despite how degrading the situation was. Riding your bosses boot in broad daylight, office unlocked. If anyone saw youâŚ
The thought made your mind race, your breath picked up speed as your hips thrusted faster, aiming for more friction. You could feel yourself getting close, the lewd noises becoming louder and louder. âGreg Iâm gonnaââ before you could even finish your sentence you came onto the boot, leaving it shiny with arousal.
âLick it off.â The way he looked down at you was enough to give you a second orgasm. You hesitantly reached down and gave the shoe a slow, long lick, from toe to heel, looking up at Greg as you did so. You were extremely grateful that he had given you the satisfaction you wanted.
âDonât let me see you getting distracted again after this.â He gave you a sly smirk and left the room.
#house md#fanfic#gregory house#oneshot#hate crimes md#smutshot#kinktober#bootworship#leather boots#doc martens#james wilson#headcanon#robert chase#house x reader#greg house x reader#im so sorry
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You and Rodrick recently had a bad fight and it ended up with you ignoring him for days. Every time he tried texting you or calling, you would ignore. Â You kept re-hashing what went down that day. You were upset that he was being secretive and sneaky around you. You noticed before everything that he would turn his phone away from you anytime you saw him texting. It made you think of the thing you both promised each other; loyalty. Every bit of you wanted to trust him But you couldn't. Maybe Heather finally gave him the attention he craved and you were just a second choice. After all you've only been dating Rodrick 6 months.
After a long day of doing nothing but laundry and moping around, you decided it was best to take a break from everything. You have been so upset about the fight you had with Rodrick that you forgot about yourself and what was important. You just wanted to chill and get things off your mind. It was getting dark out so it was the perfect time. It lead you to call the only person you could think of.
"Hey Bill. I know it's late but I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"
"Y/n! heyyy. What can I help you out with little lady?" Â
"Uh- well, Â I was thinking you could get me some liquor. I'll give you money if you bring it"
"HmmâŚokay. Is everything alright? You never drink."
"Mhm mh⌠yeah everything is fine. Now are you going to get it for me or not?"
"Sure thing. I'll see you in about 10 minutes."
And with that you hung the phone up and waited patiently.
You knew what you were doing wasn't the smartest Idea but you wanted to take a risk. You weren't a goody two shoes but you weren't so bad either. You've never smoked, drank, or did any drugs but you have done things that you probably could have easily died from like; Hiking with Rodrick at the Burnside lake. It was quite the experience.
As you thought of all the bad things that you've done and haven't done, you heard a car pull up. You jumped up from you bed and walked straight downstairs and out the door to the end of your driveway. The cool breeze hitting your cheeks and a blondie in your sight.
"Hey y/n. I hope this is okay for you." Bill smiled as he handed you the bagged bottle of liquor.
"Yeah it's fine. Thanks" Â You quickly shove the bottle in your zip up hoodie
"I hate to ask but does Rodrick know about this?" Bill asked with concern.
"This doesn't concern him. I should probably go inside."
"Uh yeah..right. The money?" Bill looked around and whispered.
You roll your eyes "Here." You hand him a 20 dollar bill and head inside.
When you get to your room you grab the  'life is peachy' Cd by Korn and play Good God on your player. You walk over to your bed and sit down and grab the wrapped bottle from your night stand and unwrap the bottle.
"I guess this will do" You shrug and grab the cup that you brought from downstairs from your night stand.
You watched as the clear liquid filled the cup but realized that you didn't have anything to chase it with. You didn't really care but your friends always say "If you don't have anything to drink liquor with then why are you drinking?" You ignored it anyway.
"Here's to my boyfriend that I apparently know nothing about" You raise your glass to the fake audience and shoot back the harsh liquid in your throat.
***
It's been about 30 minutes and you were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You were jumping around and dancing like a crazy person. You were so drunk you started laughing at your own jokes that you could barely speak out.
"Why haven't I done this beforeee oh my god this is soooooo fun ahaha"
You began to get dizzy so you walk over to your Cd player and pause the music to take a moment to breath.
*TickâŚTickâŚTick*
Just as you were about to go sit down, you heard tapping and ticking noises at your window. You weren't sure who it was but you were curious.
You open your window and appear down at the dark figure with messy dark hair. Just what you needed right now.
"Rodrick? What the hell?" You quietly yelled from your window.
"Y/n Can I come up?" Rodrick carefully asked. You were contemplating it but you didn't have the energy to think.
"Yeah sure" You left the window open and rushed to your bed and waited for the emo boy. You missed him but you were still mad at the fact he hasn't told you why he was being secretive or what was going on.
Rodrick slid in and closed your window and locked it before walking to you
"I know you probably don't want to see me r-" You cut him off
"Why have you been sneaky around me? I thought we w-were honest with each other." You said with a bewildered tone. Your eyes locked onto his and that's when Rodrick knew he extremely screwed up. You had the look of disappointment and he didn't ever want to make you feel like that towards him.
"That's why I'm here. I want to explain to you that it's nothing you're thinking" Rodrick sat next to you on the bed.
"Sh-so then what is it?" You slurred out. You notice Rodrick's confused face.
"Wait- have you been drinking?" He looked you up and down and glanced around the room and saw a half drunken  bottle of liquor on your night stand. You knew he was going to be pissed and angry but you didn't care
"Yeah I have. Sh-so  wh-what" You rolled your eyes and laid back on your forearms. Rodrick looked at you with guilt written on his face.
Rodrick shook his head "Forget it. Let's get you some water." He grabbed the cup from your night stand and walked to your joined bathroom.
"Here" Rodrick handed you to cup of water and sat down next to you. Â You took a few gulps then put it down on your desk.
"Why are you taking care of me right now?" Â You questioned. He furrowed his brows in response and scooted closer to you.
"Because that's my job. Jeez I'm not a bad boyfriend." He reached for your hand and clasped his hand with yours. You couldn't help but smile at the way he was being with you.
"I unfortunately agree. Is-it's so hard for me to be mad at you." You confessed.
Rodrick laughed before sighing "You should probably try to lay down and rest" He stated.
"Yeah but-"
"We can talk tomorrow. Just lay down." He unshed you to get in the covers.
You rolled your eyes and nodded. He tucked the blanket around your figured and started heading towards the window.
"Rodrick?" You called out.
"Yeah? is everything okay?" He turned around.
"Yeah. Can you stay?" Â You asked with a soft tone. You felt bad for everything you had put him through tonight and with him having to deal with your mess.
"Yeah but are you sure?" Rodrick walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of you.
You turn to look up at Rodrick "Mhm. I'm very sure" You replied and moved closer to the wall for Rodrick.
He couldn't refuse the offer. He missed you so much and wanted everything to be normal. Rodrick took his shoes and shirt off before turning the lights off. He walked over to your bed and slid under the covers.
"C'mere" Rodrick whispered. You scooted closer and laid your head on his chest. It felt just right being in his arms. You hated to admit it but you've missed this. His fingers tracing circles on the side of your hip and you having your hand placed on his chest occasionally tracing it. It was very comforting to say the least.
"I've missed this." You whisper softly. You felt him move you closer.
"I've missed you stupid." Rodrick chortled out softly.
"Goodnight Rockstar" You smile. You felt him kiss the back of your head.
"Goodnight beautiful."
(N/A this kinda sucked but I hope everyone had a good day/ night. Comment some ideas of what or who I should write about next)
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Got that slutty Dr House in my head, I need to be detained instantly đŠ
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The Nightmare (Gregory House x Reader)Â
Request:
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Hi, I just had a pretty intense nightmare. Can I please request House x reader where reader stops sleeping due to nightmares and House notices and helps and eventually they just one day end up passing out from exhaustion and they are asleep on his shoulder? Sorry if that's too long! Thank you.
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Today, like for the passed week or so was not good. Recently you barely got enough sleep from all the nightmares you've gotten, and it's even worse when your basically needed to the hospital 24/7 waking up early as 5am and staying late at 1am . "Ms. Y/L/N, we got a patient for you in room 231. It's a little girl with a high fever and is growing rashes on her body." One of the nurses said to me making me nod. "Uh⌠sure, yes⌠yes⌠Okay." You said tiredly rubbing your eyes as you walked you way to the room. Before you entered in the room you quickly fixed your hair and forced yourself a present and soft smile ready to show your not at all dying from lack of sleep.
"Good morning, Mr and Ms, Phylis." You said nicely as the two greeted you back. "So⌠anything?" Ms. Phylis asked worriedly as you checked all the little girl Amy's tests which showed she had a mild fever. "She's all good for now, nothing severe. Once we figure out what she needs, we'll be giving her amoxicillin to help with both her skin and her fever." You explained to the two. "What does that do?" Mr. Phylis asked making her sigh as your brain couldn't remember what they do.
"Uh⌠It helps kill the bacteria and helps with ear infection, strep throat, pneumonia, skin infections, and more." You said sighing hoping your not mixing up different medication. "All right, thank you doctor." Mr. Phylis said as I nodded and checked Amy's IV and left the room to turn in some papers to House.
Like before, when you stood outside is door you quickly made a soft look and tried your best not to look tired and entered in House's office. "Got some papers for you to sign." You said softly to House who looked at you weirdly. "So are you now a late drinker?" House asked you making you look at him confused. "No⌠What makes you think that?" You asked him a bit offended by him. "You're eye bags are very dark, your concealer isn't doing it's job." House said making you look away from him to look at yourself in a mirror close by and saw how your eyes bags were indeed showing itself.
"ShitâŚ" You said as basically everyone, every doctor, every nurse, every patient you've seen all basically saw your eyes. "Wow, Ms Y/L/N you said a bad word." House said making you roll your eyes annoyed at his rudeness. "Okay, yes I haven't gotten enough sleep⌠But I didn't drink⌠I've just been having a hard time sleeping for the past--" "Few weeks, yeah. I've noticed." House said getting up from his office chair walking towards you.
"How do you know?" You asked while House lifts your face up to face him as he inspects your eyes more. "You're my employee of this team, and I must say, you are very terrible at hiding things." House said to you making me sigh in annoyance. "Look, I'll⌠I'll try to get more sleep. I just can't." You said so pissed off, but not because of House and stuff, but it was because you barely got any sleep for the past week or so. "Then what is the issue for your lacking of sleep?" House asked you. "It's just hard to sleep recently." You said fighting with your fingers.
"By the look of your posture and your attitude⌠You can't sleep because of nightmares⌠Your always anxious⌠you magically one day can't sleep right⌠any time something bad or off happens you pinch yourself probably to make sure your not dreaming⌠So⌠you got those nightmares⌠huh little kid." House said making you both shocked and pissed at him. "Look, if your not gonna help, I'll deal with it myself and continue my job." You said walking towards the door to leave his office. "What would you do? To help your nightmares?" House asked but genuinely curious.
"Maybe some sort of pill? Prazosin seems to be my best option." You said thinking about going to the pharmacy to get some. "No, you're not." House said suddenly confusing you. "When did you start telling what I can and can't do in my personal life?" You asked him. "It's been weeks you've been having this, and you are for sure the one person I know who'd get quickly dependent on any pill⌠making you and addict." House said softly at the end but to you⌠you just got annoyed. "Look⌠you have no say in what I do to help myself." You said angrily opening the door and left to continue to work.
-Time Skip-
It soon got late and your basically at the verge of passing out. So you walked over to the washing stalls and started washing your face to wake yourself up as you're going to be staying at the hospital longer then usual. As you stared at yourself at the mirror your pager rang making you look and saw House as paged you making you sigh in annoyance not wanting to talk to house.
"What?" You asked entering his office. "Whoa, you look way worse then earlier today." House said making her roll your eyes. "What is it you need?" You asked him. "You're going to rest here." House said using his cain and pointed at his couch. "I can't sleep, I have patients and paper work to do." You said but felt a hit of exhaustion making everything blurry and you soon started feeling your body move left and right. "I think you should sleep. Can't have you pass out on your patients." House said getting up from his seat and quickly helped you down on his couch as he sat down next to you. "I'm fineâŚ" You said weakly but you and him knew you're tired. "Just rest." House said to you as you closed your eyes and let your boy finally relax. Soon enough you slowly felt your head resting on House's shoulder which would freak you out but at this point you didn't give a shit and got that sleep you needed.
As you slept on House's shoulder, he just sat there a bit awkwardly but also quite fine with you there. Recently House himself even noticed how much kinder he is towards you and how he'd let you get away with things that would usually piss him off. And sleeping on his shoulder would be that⌠But he just continued looking at you and didn't move not wanting to wake you up, looking at you in a loving way as he too slowly closed his eyes to rest.
#oneshot#xreader#gregory house x reader#gregory house#house md#house x reader#gregory house imagine#greg house#house md imagine
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House M.D. One-shot
Tw suicide Tw self-harm Tw assisted suicide Tw Overdosing Tw Drug Use
House keeps living after Wilson's death just so he can keep his promise to Thirteen.
He struggles after Wilson's death, seeking comfort in drugs and alcohol, anything he could get his hands on.
He laughs to himself one night, thinking, "They all thought I had a problem with the pills. Look at me now. A proper addict."
He floats around, never staying in the same spot too long, just trying to survive from one high to the next. When the drugs aren't doing enough, he takes to other forms of self-harm. What's it matter if he can't use his hand properly anymore after breaking it so many times? Nothing matters anymore. His leg hurts, his hand hurts, his head hurts, his heart fucking hurts.
He lives on the edge, breaking the law every single day but never exposing himself enough to risk getting arrested again. The closest he gets to anyone from his old life is when he stands in the back of Wilson's funeral. Wilson's mom is crying, and House feels like he should say something, but he can't bring himself to step up and speak to her. He overdoses that night, multiple hard drugs running through his veins.
He hallucinates Wilson. His wavy brown hair and big brown eyes, throwing out some witty remark. House overdoses again, this time on purpose after that, just to see Wilson. He's living on borrowed time.
Every time he sees Wilson, he wants to grab his shoulders and cry.
"I was supposed to go with you."
"I promise I'm coming."
House doesn't believe in an afterlife, but when he's sprawled out on the dirty floor of some abandoned building high out of his mind, he likes to pretend that he'll see Wilson again. House died when Wilson did, and all the important parts of him left with him.
Weeks drag out into months, and months drag out into years. House has no idea when it is. Time means nothing once you're dead. Eventually, he figures it must have been enough days, enough months, enough years, for him to find her.
Thirteen looks almost as bad as House does once he comes face to face with her for the first time in years. She stands huddled at the door, nothing but skin and bones and an oversized sweatshirt. Her face is shrunken in, and her hands are shaking, and she stares at the man outside her door with awe.
House doesn't remember when the last time he shaved was. The years of hard drug use have taken their toll, and he would wager that he weighs less than Thirteen does. He looks like a dead man, and at first, Thirteen thinks she's seeing a ghost.
"Looks like I'm right on time." Even his voice sounds different, hoarse and gravely and broken. It shocks Thirteen out of her stupor, though, and she knows immediately what he's referring to. "We thought you were dead."
"I am."
"God House, what have you been doing?"
"Waiting for you. I made you a promise, didn't I?"
A look of understanding crosses her face. "I guess you are right on time." She's ready. She's been ready for a long time. The disease has progressed to the point that it's taken over her life. She's got nothing left. She's said goodbye to everybody already, planning to take matters into her own hands.
She lets House in, and then she starts to laugh. She can't stop laughing. Tears roll down her face, and her cheeks turn red, and her face hurts. House looks at her fondly. He's always felt paternal towards her.
Once she composes herself, she answers the question she knows he wants to ask.
"It's just - I don't know how you knew, but you did. I already picked today."
House smirks, it looks more like a grimace, but the intent it there. "I guess I'm just that good."
Thirteen has more then enough drugs, and when House brings them all out, she looks at him knowingly. She ends up laying on the couch, both of them quiet as he injects the drugs into her bloodstream. House lays on the floor after that, using the rest on himself.
They wait in silence until Thirteen speaks suddenly. "Do you think there's any chance of a heaven? Honestly. None of that bullshit edgy stuff you used to always say."
House doesn't answer right away, and when he does, his speech is slurred, the drugs finally settling in. "I hope so. I hope he's there."
His body feels heavy, and he struggles to move. It takes a few tries, but eventually, he manages to reach up and catch Thirteens' hand in his own, lacing their fingers together.
His time is up.
#Does this qualify as a oneshot#its a mini fic#i want to write a full length one but i have no motivation#idk im thinking about it#i stand by house killing himself after wilson died but tons of people brought up thirteen and i do think he would keep his promise#but hed be miserable while waiting for her to be ready and die with her/soon after her#house md#house#greg house#james wilson#hilson#gregory house#wilson#hilson fanfiction#house fanfiction#housemd#house md fanfiction#tw sh#idk how to tag these tw because i get flagged when ive tried#just block me if this is triggering im sorry#mine#fanfiction#remy thirteen hadley#thirteen house md
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POV I wanna make a oneshot of American Housewife based off the body image episode but also I know itâs such a sensitive subject so idk if I should
#american housewife#theottofamily#theottos#katie otto#oliver otto#anna kat otto#greg otto#taylor otto#fanfic#oneshot
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Away from you
Pairing: jay halstead x reader
Summary: y/n doesnât know where Jay truly is and she got worried
Warning: angst, slightly smut, cheating,
A/N: i will probably write a part 2, stay tuned!
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You and Jay had been together for three years and everything looked good, at least it was âtill the end of the march. You didnât know or understand why he changed his behavior when he was with you, especially since it all happened so quickly and unexpectedly that you just couldnât understand what happened between you two. From one day, he just started to behave differently, coming home later and telling you that he was just too busy at work, doing some paperwork and getting his things ready for the next shift. He made it looked like he was just trying to impress Voight and for a moment you actually believed him.
You knew how much he wanted to become, one day, sergeant and to be on the lead of his own unit and you just wanted to support him in any ways you could; if he wanted to make a good impression in case of a new sergeant, you wouldnât have stop him. Actually, it looked like Voight was having some issues lately, from how Jay talked about him after work anyway, and you really trusted him and believed him about his story.
Then, one evening, you decided to go talk with Kim, having some times together and trying to explain to her what you had in mind: Jayâs birthday was closer than you thought and you had to find a good gift for him.
âI need you to help me.â You said to Kim, smiling softly. âJayâs birthday is in two weeks and i want to surprise him with a two-days holiday. I know that he spends a lot of time at the district doing his paperwork and trying to make a good impression in case of a promotion, but i really need your help. Can you please find a good reason to get him home earlier on Fridayâs night?â
Kim was surprised by your statement, not because of the surprise you were preparing for him, but for what you said about him staying at the district till late.
âWhat do you mean that he spends a lot of time at the district to make a good impression? He always leaves before me, actually he arrives earlier to complete the paperwork he usually leaves at the end of the shift.â
You were confused, you were really confused. What did that mean? If he usually left the district early in the evening, why he came home every night after 11 pm, when you were already sleeping?
âUhm⌠he usually doesnât come home before 11 pm.â You whispered, looking at Kim while your mind raced through all the nights you waited for him to come back home, before falling asleep because of the tiredness of the day at work.
âY/n, i swear to God that he usually leaves at 7 pm, 8 pm if weâre up to something âtill late.â Kim said, looking sadly at you, while something you didnât want to admit passed through her mind.
âBut⌠it doesnât make sense.â You replied, shaking your head slightly. âWhat does he do between 7 pm and 11 pm then?â
The girl just shook his head, looking ad you sadly and placing her hand on yours, trying to reassure you in some ways. âMaybe itâs not something you have to worry about, maybe itâs just some stuff he had to do or, maybe, itâs just a bad moment for him. I remember he was like this when he suffered from PTSD.â
You nodded, but it didnât make sense anyway. You remembered when Jay suffered from PTSD because you were always by his side, you were always there for him and you followed him step after step, trying to help him find his way out of it. It couldnât be PTSD that time, you would have noticed immediately.
He wasnât distressed like he was when he suffered from it, he was actually really happy and he was usually calm when he came back home.
It could be PTSD, but what was it then?â
âSorry Kim, i have to go.â You whispered, looking at your phone and finding out it was just 9:30 pm; you had still plenty of time before he could have been home and you wanted to find out what was happening with your boyfriend, actually with your future husband.
âDonât worry darling, itâs okay.â Kim whispered, smiling at you. âWeâll see each other soon, okay? Maybe you can come at the district one day and we can talk a little? Also Adam and Kevin missed you, you know. With all the preparations of the wedding, we didnât see you around in a while.â
âYeah, when iâm not at work at the hospital, iâm around the city trying some white dresses.â You sighed, wearing your jacket and placing some money on the table, paying for your own drink.
âI can imagine that. Donât worry, really. I hope to see you again soon.â She smiled softly at you.
âI hope that too. Bye Kim, goodnight.â
You left the bar just ten minutes after and you immediately called the one and only that could have tracked Jayâs phone without a word: Mouse.
When he came back from the army, for the second time, you knew that it would have been difficult for him to start a new life again, especially after the first time. Jay helped him and, after some weeks in which he tried to convince him every single day, Mouse accepted to come back at the intelligence as a tech. It wasnât an easy decision for him and it was strange at first, but he knew he had no better option and working with his friend was something he missed a lot.
He picked up the phone after the second ring.
âHi! Look who showed up!â He smiled and laughed. âI was actually asking myself when you would have called me to give me the official invite to your wedding, you know? I would have asked Jay, but he iâm pretty sure is not as much involved in the preparations as you are, soâŚâ
âMouse, i need your favor.â You told him straight away. âI canât find Jay and Iâm worried. Can you please track his phone and tell where he is? And, can you do that without anyone knowing it?â
It was a strange request, especially since it went from you, but Mouse got it immediately and he started to track Jayâs phone straight away. He was actually scared for his friend, he was scared that Jay got into real trouble, maybe with the ptsd or something liked that, but there was no time for questions. He tracked his phone and he gave her the address after only three minutes.
âThank you, Mouse. Sorry if i interrupted your evening. I have to go now and, donât worry, Iâll handle the invite in person, okay?â You said, getting inside the car while looking at the address Mouse gave to you. It could be true, why was he there?
âDonât worry, no problem at all. Iâll leave you now, i guess youâre busy⌠just, tell me if anything happened to him, okay?â He replied, making sure that everything was okay, making sure that you would have called him in case of trouble.
âI will, thanks Mouse.â
When he hung up, you started the car and you drove to the location he sent you; why the hell was Jay at his old apartment? Didnât he sell it?
When you arrived at the location, you parked the car and you got out as soon as you could, going up the stairs and reaching his door just few minutes after. Fortunately, you still knew where he used to hide the key and you went for it, opening the door as silently as you could. The first thing you noticed when you entered was the emptiness of the room: there was nothing there other than some furnishings and still you didnât understand why Jay was there.
Then, you noticed it.
Then, you noticed them: heels and they werenât yours.
Your mouth became dry and you stopped breathing properly, trying to find an explanation for what you were seeing. You took some steps forward and your eyes fell on the jeans and t-shirts that were on the floor, all the way up to what it was Jayâs bedroom before he moved out. You took the hallway, starting to hear voices, moans you didnât want to hear, moans you just wanted to be from your neighbors, even if you knew that they were elderly and it couldnât have been them. Just at the front of the door, you saw them: panties and Jayâs boxer.
Your brain stopped working, you stopped breathing and your heart almost stopped beating; you just couldnât understand what was happing, you couldnât believed it.
You zoned out, like you couldnât have been there, like you were just in a dream, a bad dream, a really bad one, then you came back to reality when you actually saw and hear them.
âOh, Jay.â She moaned, begging him. âPlease, faster.â
Hailey.
Jayâs partner.
âGod, HailsâŚâ Your boyfriend moaned, lowering himself on her to kiss her breast while fucking her. âI⌠shit⌠you feel so good around me.â
âOh, J-Jay!â She moaned louder, unaware of your presence on the frame of the door, where you were watching them, without breathing.
Jay took Haileyâs legs and he put it on his own shoulder, increasing the pace.
âYes, cum around me, baby. Cum for me, i love you.â
Surprisingly. It wasnât watching him fucking her that destroyed you: it was his last three words, the same three words he said to you every morning before going to work, the same three words he said to you on the phone when he was to busy at work to come home, even if he was actually heading to his old apartment, when he was able to fuck his partner whenever he wanted to.
You stepped back silently, to broken to face the truth, to heart broken to face him.
You stepped back and you left without saying a word, without make noise; you went back inside your car and only then, when Haileyâs and Jayâs moans were far away from you, you started breathing again.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks from minutes probably, but you couldnât notice it before and you were to shocked to dry off your tears: you just wanted to add as many distance as you could between you and the man you thought was the love of your life.
You didnât even went back to your apartment, you couldnât have handle being again in the house that would have been yours,the house in which you hoped you would have started a family with Jay. You didnât go back to your apartment to collect all your belongings, you just left.
You left a message to your bossâ office regarding your resignation and you drove away.
Away from Jay.
Away from your apartment.
Away from the life you dreamed of with him.
Away from the love.
Away from the pain.
Away from Chicago.
#chicago med#oneshot#fluff#angst#chicago pd#fanfic#jay halstead#chicago fire#adam ruzek#hailey upton#x reader#chicago#one chicago#hank voight#kim burgess#kevin atwater#jay halstead x reader#smut#sad thoughts#breakup#mouse#greg gerwitz
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This one gets spicy đ
Takes place immediately after episode 7x15 (Bombshells).
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surprise!!!!! new tiny oneshot!!
#american housewife#cooper bradford#greg otto#fic promo#fic link#fic author#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ao3 link#fanfic link#fanfic authors#oneshot#cooliver#trobedgirldads writing
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More ideas for this one shot that Iâm throwing around in the process of attempting to write:
(looking for context? all of my headcanons & updates for this fic are tagged under #in the dirt !)
House coping with his grief and leg pain by obsessively rotating between every hobby known to man (cooking again, home renovation, woodworking, raising chickens, astrophotography, canning his own jams and preserves, pastry making, et cetera). When Thirteen first comes, the house is in shambles more often than not because of this
Thirteen convincing House to show her how to drive his bike before her Huntingtonâs gets too bad
House teaching Thirteen how to play the piano
House and Thirteen watching a shitty medical drama together in the evenings and making corrections every five seconds
Thirteen dragging House on an impromptu trip somewhere exotic and far-away because she can tell heâs sad (missing Wilson) and needs to get out of the house
(Oh my god that just made me imagine the two of them in Vegas. Theyâd rob everyone blind w their poker skills)
Thirteen definitely broke up with Amy to save them both from the pain of her Huntingtonâs before House finds her alone. House makes it his personal mission to get them back together by whatever means necessary as soon as he realizes this. Shenanigans ensue.
#writing update#headcanons#in the dirt#these headcanons make it seem like it might be sort of cracky but just to warn yâall the main one shot will be hurt-comfort with#a melancholy/bittersweet ending#but i would definitely write more scenes/oneshots that are more fun as moments that donât end up in the main fic#remy thirteen hadley#greg house
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