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“that’s my girl!” part 3

part 1 part 2

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut

prompt: house hasn’t forgotten what happened the night before and refuses to focus on the case, and reader makes a deal with him

House’s arrival matched my expectation. He limped in through the glass door at around 10:15, in the process of stripping his body of his jacket.

“…his fever is spiking and he vomited three times this morning. He hasn’t had an-“ Foreman spoke but was cut off by House’s demanding tone.

”L/N, I need you in the office.”

I swapped glances with Thirteen quickly.

“We’re in the office.”

House performed a short bit of acting confuddled and then made a face at his own stupidity.

“Sorry, I got that mixed up. Must be all the whiskey I had with my cereal this morning.” He gave a fake chuckle and all of us around the table rolled our eyes in unison.

“I want them out of the office,” he corrected.

Thirteen, Taub, Chase and Foreman proceeded to sigh in unison as well as they began to gather their stuff.

“Cool!” House exclaimed. “Did you all practice that?” he pointed out the synchronized eye rolls and sighs, which only prompted a couple more of them as the team passed him on their way out.

“Are you incapable of having a normal, serious conversation?” I asked, wrapping both my hands around my hot cup of coffee. House tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and sat down.

“No. Let’s have a serious conversation. Tell me about your hopes and dreams.”

I began to keep my daily count of House-induced eye rolls as I did my second one.

“Specifically the dirty dreams you had about me last night and your hopes of having sex with me on this table,” he added.

“You clearly had too much whiskey with your cereal,” I confirmed with a nod and flipped the page of our patient’s file, turning my gaze down.

“I didn’t have any alcohol last night. You didn’t either.”

I flexed my jaw and kept staring at the documents but couldn’t make myself read any of it. The memories of being pressed against House’s chest and ravenously kissing him replayed in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good of a kisser he was.

“I don’t think refusing sex with a cripple is politically correct,” House said. I had to laugh and my third eye roll of the day came before I could stop it. I looked up at him, his short hair pointing in several directions and his stare intensely fixed on me.

“How politically correct is it to refuse to treat a dying patient because you’d rather have sex with your colleague?”

“Employee,” House was quick to correct and I squinted my eyes at him.

“Are you implying we’re gonna have sex?” he asked additionally.

“Do you promise to give a crap about the case if we do?” I bargained, trying to ignore the growing tingles in me.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart,” House smirked as he watched me stomp over to the glass walls and in two swift movements lock the door and draw the blinds.

Coming back up to him and standing in between his spread legs, he instantly hooked his hands around my bare upper thighs under my skirt and pulled me closer. I laid my hands on his shoulders and he skillfully slid two of his fingers under my underwear, swiping them through my inarguable wetness.

“It’s so cute you’re pretending you don’t want me. I think I’ve got some pretty convincing proof you do,” House muttered and flaunted his sticky fingers before sucking them clean, which only added to the fluttering feelings inside me.

“Shut up,” I breathed and quickly straddled him. House chuckled darkly and studied me in detail as I rolled my hips on him and felt him grow inside his jeans.

“And you’re eager-“

“What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?” I growled and grabbed his chin firmly before smashing a kiss into his smirking lips.

Sliding back on his legs, he groaned at the pain of me pressing down on his aching thigh, so I was quick to tear his jeans open. He seemed to like that more and he stared up at me with the hints of a smirk.

I was indeed pretty eager when I dug his hard-on out of his boxers and had to keep myself from making too big a fuss about his size, swallowing a gasp as to not feed his ego.

House’s fingers clasped the flesh of my hips under my hiked up skirt and I pulled my underwear to the side to cautiously run the length of his cock between my soaked folds a few times. I caught him gazing down with his lips parted and eyes half closed, breathing through his mouth.

“May I speak?” he asked pettily, referencing my demand for him to shut up. I met his eyes and chuckled with another roll of the eyes. Four.

I kissed him as a response and he took a risk, pulling away and speaking into my ear with a deep, hushed voice.

“God, you’re wet for me!”

I smiled and hid my blushing cheeks in his neck as I finally pushed him inside me, spilling quiet moans down his broad chest. House let a few groans out and his fingertips dug deeper into my skin as he helped set the pace of my grinding on him.

“Come on, I know you can take all of me, can’t you?” he breathed tauntingly and I swung my head back up to stare at him, sitting down all the way on him and burying his cock inside me. I clenched my walls around him and made a moan trickle out from between his lips. His cheeks were pink and his intense eyes somehow brighter than normal.

“That’s it,” he exhaled encouragingly and bucked his hips into me again, making me resume my grinding on him.

“You feel really good inside me, House,” I admitted in the middle of my hazy, horny state. It prompted a cocky smirk from him which instantly made me regret it, and I kissed his grin to wipe it off his face.

“I always knew you’d be begging for me sooner or later.”

“I would never beg,” I snapped and picked up the pace, with arousal and anger boiling in my core.

“But you would get on your knees for me,” House answered while holding back a handful of groans. My legs were shaking around him and I scoffed at his comment as I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm.

“And you’ll come for me, won’t you?” House spurred me on, kissing and nipping at my neck. I didn’t bother answering him as I was already faced with my high. I dropped my forehead against his strong shoulder again and bit my lip hard as I let a few whimpers out, feeling my body twitch and shake and break a sweat.

House forced my hips back and forth on him a few times and I stared down at our spent bodies as he pushed me off his cock and came across my thigh. I allowed a moment of weakness as I watched him catch his breath and lick his lips. He caught his cum with his fingers before it dripped down the side of my thigh and he edged his hand closer to my mouth in a suggestion. I sucked his fingers clean swiftly and noticed there was something new in his eyes. Something genuine and maybe vulnerable.

“Back to work,” I declared shortly and patted House’s warm, stubbly cheek before sliding off of his lap and pulling my skirt back down. That new something that had been hiding behind several walls in him was still with us for a few beats as he zipped his jeans back up. I grabbed the patient’s file and pressed it into his chest, feeling his faint heartbeat as I waited for him to grab it, but he never did.

He rolled his head around with an elongated sigh and let it hang for a moment as he blinked up at the ceiling and spoke in a low voice.

“It’s fungal meningitis. Start him on 0.8 mg amphotericin and 100 mg of flucytosine.”

And without even so much as a glance my way (in fact he seemed to be avoiding my eye contact) he made his way out towards the hallway, leaving me with my rejected files in hand staring at his broad back as he left.

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Everybody Lies

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 178

Parings/Characters: House x Reader 

Warnings: angsty, 

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“Everybody lies” 

“Sure everybody lies.” you agreed, rubbing your temples in a vain attempt to starve off the headache you were getting from arguing with House.

“But why would you lie about this in particular, Greg? Why lie to me and say you don’t have feelings when you do?” 

He stayed quiet as you opened your eyes to stare at him. Logically you knew he did it to protect himself from getting hurt, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting any less. He was a difficult man most of the time, but he could be sweet if he tried. 

“Being in a relationship isn’t my forte.” 

“You push people away because you’re afraid of getting hurt. You’re afraid of rejection, of abandonment and whatever else. Damit Greg! I’m afraid of getting hurt too, but I’m not acting like a fucking ass.”   

“You’re right.” he conceded in a rare moment for him. It wasn’t the “I’m sorry.” you were looking for but it was the best you were going to get out of him.

“Just don’t do it again.”

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Dreaded Dinner (House x Reader)

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 76

Parings/Characters: House x Reader 

Warnings: whiny!House, fluff  

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House gave an exasperated eye roll, “Whyyyy?”

“Oh don’t give me your shit House.”

“I don’t want to go.” he pouts.

“Stop acting like a child, you're a forty plus year old man.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. 

“Why do we have to have dinner with our parents?”

“Because it’s one night and it’ll get them off our backs.”

“Fine. I expect compensation though.”

You kissed him softly, “You’ll be thoroughly compensated I promise.”

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Commitment - James Wilson Imagine (House MD)

Title: Commitment

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

Requested: nope

Word Count: 808 words

Warning(s): fears of commitment, mention of past bad relationships

Summary: (Y/n) has recently realized that their boyfriend of a few months, James, seems to be avoiding them. They confront an old friend in the hopes of getting answers and finding a way to help.

Author's Note: I swear that every time I watch an episode of House MD, I feel like I need to write for one of the characters.

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"Greg," I called as I saw him limping out of the elevator and walking toward me.

He quickly turned around and started walking in the other direction. He clearly knew what I was going to ask him about.

"Greg," I said again as I jogged over to him. I stepped in front of him.

He went to step around me but I moved in front of him.

"Oh, this is just childish," he rolled his eyes.

"You're giving me a lecture about being childish," I asked.

He tried and failed to step around me again.

"I have a quick question," I explained.

"What?"

"Why is James avoiding me," I asked.

"This is why you're keeping me from my job," Greg rolled his eyes again before walking around me.

I followed him, "You don't have a case, I checked with Chase."

"I have other responsibilities," he replied.

"Which you never do because you find them boring and pointless," I countered as we walked into his office. "We've worked together for years, Greg. Don't bullshit me."

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend why he's avoiding you-"

"Because he's avoiding me... haven't really had a chance for a proper conversation."

Greg looked at me for a second before sighing and looking down.

"Please," I begged him. "I love him. I wanna know what's wrong so I can help him."

Another sigh before he looked at me.

"He's scared," he said simply. My face must have shown clear confusion. "If you haven't noticed, Wilson has not had a lot of luck in relationships. Failed marriages and dates. I think even I've had better luck than him."

As Greg spoke, I bit my lip and furrowed my eyebrows a little. Of course, I knew about James's past when it came to relationships. I just didn't care about it. I didn't see the importance of dragging up his past because he had seemed to learn from it.

"He thinks he's going to mess things up with you," he shrugged at the end.

"Oh no," I mumbled. I went to turn around and quickly leave Greg's office but stopped at the door quickly, "Thank you, Greg."

"Just don't tell Wilson that I told you," he replied. I grinned and nodded before leaving the room.

I walked quickly to James's office.

I spotted him shaking hands with an older man just outside the door. The man walked away, indicating the end of an appointment.

I walked over, following James inside of the office.

"Can we talk," I asked as I shut the door behind me.

"(Y/n)," he grinned at me. "What's going on?"

"You've been avoiding me," I pointed out. "We need to talk about it and cornering you in your office seems to be the only way to get anything done."

"I...," he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Sit down," I pointed toward the couch in his office.

He followed my instruction and I sat down next to him. I reached over and grabbed his hand, taking note of how he tensed up slightly.

"You're scared," I said. "About this... about us."

"I'm not scared of our relationship," James replied. "I'm... I'm scared of ruining our relationship. I have a pattern of that."

"But you've learned from it," I added. He chuckled. "And you aren't by yourself here, James."

He looked at our hands but didn't say anything.

"We may have just started dating a few months ago, but I've loved you for years," I placed my free hand over my heart, hoping it would help him understand me more. "If you were going to drive me away from you... from us, it would've happened years ago. I love you, James Wilson."

James didn't reply.

I sighed at the silence before standing up and going to leave his office.

"Wait," he said as I started opening the door.

I stopped and turned to look at him, hand still on the doorknob.

He walked over and grabbed my hand again, "I love you too. And I'm sorry that I'm not great at all of this-"

"I'm not asking you to be great or perfect," I shook my head, running my thumb over his knuckles. "I just want you."

He smiled at me.

I stepped forward and kissed his cheek gently, "I'll see you after work tonight. We can go to dinner."

"Okay."

"I love you," I repeated.

"I love you too."

I walked out of his office and back toward my own.

"Talk go well," I saw Greg leaning his head out of his office door.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah. It went really well."

"Good."

"Good?"

"You make him happy. I would have to talk a lot of sense into him if he let you slip away. You saved me a lot of work."

I chuckled and continued my walk, "You're welcome, Greg."

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You Matter

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 91

Parings/Characters: House, Reader 

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“They matter. You matter (Y/N).” 

“If I matter so much why…” you trailed off and took a deep breath steadying your emotions.  

House waited patiently for you to speak, in a rare moment of him not being an ass. 

“Then why is it so hard to believe that?” you spoke after a few moments.

He didn't say anything as he gently wrapped an arm around you. Words weren’t gonna help when you were like this, so he did the only thing he could think of to try to comfort you.

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Stop Me.

Pairing: Dr. James Wilson x female!reader, slight House x reader if you blink

Warnings: 18+, future spicyness (if a part 2 is requested 👀), swearing, infidelity, slight voyeurism

Summary: Dr. Wilson needs some stress relief from work and his personal life, and you’re just the person to remedy the situation. But will he stop you, or does he need a little push?

He was sitting at his desk, writing off his signature on some papers. I watched him work for a moment.

He was always involved in his work—slaving hour after hour keeping people alive, delivering bad news, starting treatments, trying to make sense of the medical prognosis for his patients.

He was a saint, a man full of heart and love and grit. Quite the opposite of House. But that is what made them best friends; polar opposites did in fact attract like magnets.

He rubbed one eye, looking more exhausted than usual. I knew that look—he had gotten in another debate with House, and judging by the tension wrinkles by his forehead, he was losing the debate.

I smirked. Perhaps taking some of that tension off would help him side-step a future aneurysm.

I knocked softly on the door. Dr. Wilson glanced up, double-taking when he noticed it was me.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. I just—had a question to ask you.”

He continued his writing. “Come on in. I’m just finishing up some progress reports. Have a seat, and I’ll finish up shortly.”

I obliged, closing his office door and subtly locking it while closing the blinds. I took the seat in front of him and watched him work up close. I would have preferred the seat in his lap, but it was all in good time. I had all the patience in the world.

While Dr. Wilson scribbled more things down, I briefly thought back to my interrogation with House.

“Does Dr. Wilson like his wife?”

House doesn’t flinch at the question. He tosses his ball in the air. “He likes lots of things. He likes work, he likes to subject me to his sappy lectures on client sensitivity—things that I’m better off without. Now Julie, Julie is” —a shrug— “kind of a bitch. But I’m biased.”

I hum. He pauses his ball-throwing. “Why? Do you like his wife too?”

I smirk into my tea mug. “Nope.”

House turns to me, a wicked smile on his features. “You like him.”

I return a smile. “Everybody likes him.”

House lets out a concocted noise that straddles a scoff and a grunt. “Yeah, because Mr. ‘Teddy Bear Puppy Eyes That Pukes Rainbows’ just doesn’t know how to set boundaries, that’s why people like him.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You set boundaries?”

“I thought my charming personality made that quite obvious.”

“Are you jealous?”

House eyes me back. “Are you?”

I quizzically ponder that. Am I?

I smile. “No, not jealous. He’s good at his job. He’s kind. Very handsome, too.”

House scoffs again. “I am a good two-thirds of those things. Why aren’t you begging me for a dinner date?”

I shoot him an innocent doe-eyed look, one that would make even Dr. Chase buckle in the knees. “Because I want to fuck Wilson, not you.”

If House is shocked at my wording, he doesn’t show it. He instead looks slightly wounded, putting a hand on his heart. Then once the words sink in, he is wildly interested, perhaps even turned on. He leans closer to me in his chair.

“You want to bed the hospital’s little angel philanthropist? Now pray tell me, Y/L/N, and in full detail, what makes you think you can accomplish such a forbidden act?”

The memory faded out at the sound of Dr. Wilson’s pen being placed in the small cup of other pens and pencils on his desk.

He folded his hands on top of the sleek wood, looking quite businesslike. My God, I wanted to ruin him.

“So what kind of question did you have for me?” A withered look crossed his face. “Is House sending you to poke fun at me?”

I smirked at him. “Not at all, sir. I’m here of my own volition.”

Dr. Wilson looks relieved with a smidgen of humor. “Wonderful. So, what can I do for you?”

You can do whatever you want to me, I almost say.

I licked my lips, trying to think of how to word my questions.

“I…hope this doesn’t come across as nosy, but it has occurred to me a few days ago that I don’t really know you very well.”

Wilson raised his eyebrows. He then smiled courteously. “Well, I’m not as eccentric as others, but I surely don’t mind answering any questions you might want to ask me.”

I smiled back. “Really? You don’t mind me asking?”

His smile was kind. “Of course not. If I know your intentions, I know it’s not through ill intent. I’m an open book.”

I swallowed, suddenly a little nervous. He really didn’t think me to be so vicious toward him. It was just a question anyway. What could hurt asking? Better to hear it from him than some other person. Like House.

I licked my lips again. “I—I was just curious about your love life.”

This question he wasn’t prepared for. Wilson’s eyebrows shot upward, his eyes widened. He blinked a few times, trying to recover. I couldn’t help it; he looked monstrously adorable when he was flustered.

Wilson gave a small chuckle. “Uh, well, I know it’s a little private to ask about that. But uh—“

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Wilson put his hands up. “No! No, don’t be sorry. It was an honest question. Just one I didn’t expect, of course.”

I gave him a shy smile, hoping it spurred him on. And turned him on. What was he even in to?

Wilson took a breath as he considered his response. “Well… what do you know thus far?”

That was a question I didn’t expect either. I blinked at him.

“How do you mean?”

Wilson’s smile was crooked. “You spend lots of time in House’s office, I’m sure he’s spilled some sort of outrageous and inappropriate lie about my love life.”

I quirked my mouth up. “I thought House never lied.”

Wilson gave me a pointed look. “Surely you don’t believe that.”

I shrugged. “He’s right most of the time. Cruel, yes. But right nonetheless.”

Wilson scratched his neck, trying not to look curious. “So what has he said to you?”

Almost forgetting my original plan, I leaned forward, giving Wilson a daring look. “Why does it matter what he’s said to me? Am I not here to get your own account on your own love life?”

Wilson gave me a playful smile, one that shot straight down to my groin.

“You wouldn’t be in here questioning me if he hadn’t said something that piqued your interest.”

Goddamn. He was an intelligent bastard. It was sexy. And what on God’s green earth should pique my interest so much? What was he hiding from me?

I huffed a quiet laugh and crossed my legs. “I already told you I’m here if my own volition. Does House have to be the main cause and effect of my interest in you?”

“He says some very brazen things when prompted. Did you ask him about my love life first?”

I mocked hurt as I put a hand to my chest, much like House had done. “I thought you knew my intentions.”

Wilson didn’t drop the boyish playful smile on his face. God.

“Perhaps I have been infiltrated. Maybe he was the one who asked and sent you to do the dirty work.”

Oh I’d be putting in the dirty work, all right.

I sighed dramatically. “Dr. Wilson, I thought we were friends. I would never joined cahoots with House willingly. That would be a betrayal of my ethical rights, as well as my human rights.”

Dr. Wilson let a deep chuckle escape his lips. He was making this difficult to be patient.

After smiling at each other for a moment too long, I swallowed and folded my hands in my lap like a perfect church girl.

“But you have yet to answer my question.”

Dr. Wilson’s smile was kind again. “Before I answer, I do want to know why you are curious.”

“Because I don’t know you.”

“Yes, you said that. But if you’re telling me the truth in that House isn’t involved in this quest, you should at least tell me why you’re diving into a personal matter like this.”

That was fair. I rubbed my thumb on my wrist.

“Well, if you want my full honesty, it’s because I’m attracted to you.”

Surprises were my main talent of the evening, and poor Dr. Wilson was my handsome victim. The man once again rose his eyebrows and parted his lips. “I…I see.”

My cheeks flushed at the disconcerting honesty he forced me into. He was a renowned doctor in his field; he was smart and gentle and exuded professionalism. Why wouldn’t he have girls throwing themselves at him?

I chucked nervously. “I’m sorry to be so bold. I’m just a little confused at your shock. You act as if girls don’t fall for you every week.”

Dr. Wilson tried to gather himself, a pink hue now highlighting his cheeks. “Ah, forgive me. I didn’t mean to go silent. I just….I never expected someone like you to admit that to me.”

That took me by surprise. We shared in a talent. “What do you mean? Because I’m your colleague?”

He chuckled anxiously. “You know very well what I mean. You’re young, you’re smart and pretty. You’re in the years of your prime and you’ve just started an excellent job with an excellent diagnostician.”

I folded my arms. “I’m still not understanding your objective.”

Wilson looked exasperated.

“You should be scrambling for men in your age demographic, not men like me.”

I tilted my head. “And what do you mean by ‘men like you’?”

Wilson tugged at his tie, looking embarrassed. It was slightly charming, knowing he could lose his cool so effortlessly.

“Men like me are…in a different category. We’re older, we tire out faster, we get married and have kids, we sleep too much, we work too much.”

I scooted to the end of my seat, getting closer to him. “You just get older. What’s the harm in that?”

Wilson took a deep, calculated breath and looked at me so sincerely that I nearly cried. “I’m not a prime man, Y/N. I’m on my third marriage already, and I’m nearing my third divorce. You should be after someone who can share the prime with you, someone like Dr. Chase. You shouldn’t be attracted to me. You just see the doctor before you see the man.”

Well, this was entirely unfair of him to say. I stood up slowly.

“With all due respect, James, I can make up my own mind about who I find attractive. Dr. Chase might be easy on the eyes, but he’s a biased little snot who stereotypes his patients. Definitely not trying to buy a big white dress any time soon for him.”

I stepped closer to his desk.

“And another thing. I never said I wanted to marry you. I know you aren’t perfect. Hell, I could sue you for malpractice just as much as House.”

Dr. Wilson looked like he was about to argue his case, but I held up a hand.

“I’m not finished. The point is, I came in here to ask you about your love life because on the off chance you weren’t happy, I would have liked to save you a therapy visit and help take off some of that stress myself.”

Wilson frowned. “What on earth do you mean by that?”

Good God, was he dense? How he even married? Three times at that?

I put my hands on the desk, leaning forward. He watched me carefully. With hooded eyes, I blinked softly at him.

“I want to fuck you, James.”

At this audacious confession, Wilson sat still as a statue, confounded in his chair. He blinked and tried to speak, but only opened and closed his mouth.

I licked my lips. This time his eyes watched the movement.

I smiled sweetly and rounded his desk slowly, taking my time toward him.

Wilson began to anxiously grab at his tie again. He was nervous. Good, I wanted him to be.

I stopped just short of his legs. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat. His eyes darted to his office door.

“Relax. I locked it for good measure.”

Wilson’s jaw flexed as he fiddled with his tie some more. I felt brief sympathy for making him so nervous. But the nervous look amplified his bewitching features.

“I’m married, Y/N.”

“You don’t love her.”

His throat bobbed again. “This is highly inappropriate. You’re putting your job at stake. I’m one of your bosses.”

“So stop me.”

Wilson’s eyes were a deep brown color. Guilt, confusion, anxiety, and affliction swam in the sea of his pupils. More importantly however, one emotion that trumped all the rest, was lust. Lust and curiosity.

It was in the way his pupils had dilated. The blush on his face hadn’t gone away. It became him. He was adorable. He was deeply sexy.

I reached out and held onto his tie. He swallowed. I held his gaze as I pulled him forward, bringing him closer to me.

“Stop me,” I repeated quietly.

I paused about a breath away. Our noses almost touched. A bead of sweat was about to escape down his temple. I waited for a moment to see if he would pull back. He didn’t.

I tilted my chin forward, brushing my lips on his. He shuddered.

“Stop me.”

Wilson’s jaw trembled at the proximity. I used my other hand to gently reach up and brush his hot cheek. He shivered.

I briefly thought back to House’s words, remembering his rant about Wilson not setting boundaries. As much as I wanted to ruin him—punish him and have him pleading—I also didn’t want this to be one-sided.

“Tell me you want this, James. I’ll gladly step away if you don’t want me furthering this.”

Wilson’s chest was heaving from panting. His eyes blinked up at me, large and full of shiny neediness.

“Words, James.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Pl-Please.”

“Yes?” My hand skimmed over his jaw and down his neck.

Wilson took an unsteady breath and closed his eyes, looking overwhelmed at my touch.

“I—I need you. Please.”

That was enough for me.

As our lips met, a soft sigh escaped Wilson. His lips were soft, pillowy and sweet. He tasted like coffee and peppermint chapstick.

A large, shaking hand found its place on my hip, toying experimentally with the bottom hem of my shirt.

I stepped closer to him, making him part his long legs to give me the access. I gripped his tie a little harder as his other hand came up to cradle my other hip.

As his hands circled my back and pushed me toward him, I scrambled my legs outside of him to straddle him in the chair. His hands continued to shake as he slid them under my shirt, burying his face into my neck. I tilted for better access.

It was at this moment that I should have stopped, or even panicked. While I did lock his office door and shielded the blinds from nosy on-lookers, I wasn’t thinking too hard of the small back patio that catty-cornered another office’s back patio.

I was hastened to remember the error of my mistake as I made eye-contact with the very result of it. Watching my intimate exchange with Dr. Wilson was none other than his polar opposite, his intrusive blue eyes observing us.

I swallowed, refusing to look away. House tilted his head forward, smirking slightly. He was challenging me to continue. With a small wink in his direction, I moved my hands to Wilson’s head and tilted his head back to kiss him on the mouth again.

My eyes never left House.

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I need more house and Wilson fanfics. I’ve read all of them. House x reader, James Wilson x reader. EVERYTHING. It’s like an addiction.

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pov ur about to become a victim of medical malpractice

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A Cold Winter’s Night Spent In Your Arms

Wind howls outside the four walls of your apartment as you curl up in your king-sized bed, waiting for your husband to get home.

It’s freezing cold. Through the glass window in the bedroom, your (e/c) eyes put together the sight of snow piling up on the roads of New Jersey. The frozen water droplets are colored like cotton and fall like feathers. The snow contrasts the pitch black sky in a way that makes you feel nostalgic for last winter; James took off to spend the holidays with you for once in his life, and the two of you went to his family’s cabin to stay for a week. You remember it being romantic and relieving from the chaos from your normal lives working at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the front door unlocks. You know it’s James based on the sound of the light, gentle footsteps that come increasingly closer to the bedroom. Within the next minute, James walks into your shared bedroom and lays in bed next to you. The bed frame creaks with his added weight before he settles and wraps his arms around you from behind, his strong body like another warm blanket. You let out a sigh of relief. Having him close to you on nights like this feels like relief.

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Heyy I was wondering if you would write up some good ole' Greg house angst? His gf didn't make it through her surgery kinda stuff. Make it as heart breaking as possible >:)

Lova ya work ! :D

Whatever You Think Is Best

//Summary// Greg makes a call, but was it the right one?

//Warnings// Reader is dying, being extremely sick, hospitals, brain surgery, death, feelings of guilt

//an// thank you so much anon! I’m glad you like my writing!

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The first time he met you, Greg decided immediately that you were just like every other person in the world. Completely miserable, but pretending to be kind to everybody. When you started showing up more and more, he considered it a fluke that would fix itself. He’d say something insensitive, and your storm out with plans to never see him again. But you didn’t. You kept coming back, making him actually talk instead of just insulting each other and forcing him to be more, human. At one point, he almost thought fate existed. There was no way someone like you could just accidentally themselves onto his lap. But you were there, holding him up in the best way you knew how during hard points in his life. He didn’t think he’d have to try and repay the favor.

“Good morning,” You greeted as Greg walked into the kitchen. You set the dishes you’d been cleaning down to walk over and greet him, but he frozen when you kissed his cheek.

“What did you just say?”

You pulled back, a slight frown on your face. “Good morning?”

He looked down at his watch before glancing back at you. “It’s 4:55. Pm.”

No, that couldn’t be right. You’d gotten up, made breakfast, started cleaning… then what? Your mind seemed to not be sure.

“You’ve also already said that to me, this morning. You did exactly what you just did…” Greg passed you to glance in the sink. “And you were washing the same plate. Let me see your hands.”

You held them out, and the moment they touched them it felt like they had been set on fire. That’s when you realized that they were bright red with blotches of white, bleeding in multiple places.

“Wha- I didn’t, I didn’t even notice.” You hissed slightly at his touch, pulling them back. Now that you could feel the pain, it was awful.

“We need to get to a doctors.”

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One week. 7 whole days. That was how long you’d been in the hospital, and Greg was getting impatient. When he checked you in you were frazzled and had second degree burns from the hot water running on them all day, but now he wished that all it was.

You were having episodes of memory loss and confusion, Extrems head aches, vision that went back and forth with being blurry, and your vitals were getting worse and worse. You were dying and he had no idea why.

“Nothing,” Wilson sighed, allowing Greg to snatch the test from his hands. He had forced his friend to test for any possible cancer, even if it didn’t fit your symptoms.

“It can be ‘nothing’” he snapped. “ ‘nothing’ doesn’t kill you!” Before Wilson could think of a response both of their pagers went off, once again dragging them to your room.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled at Chase while messing with the I.V in your arm.

“What happened?” House questioned, seeing you through the glass door.

“Another episode,” Forman mumbled. He and Chase had gone in to check your IV, and something set you off. “She doesn’t know where she is house, she wants to leave.”

Greg sighed, but walked into the room. When you saw him, you seemed to relax a bit. “Greg! What- what’s happening?” Your voice cracked a bit, and he walked forward to take your hand away from where your IV was.

“Don’t mess with that, you’ve just got to trust me.” He watched as your kind tried to catch up with what he was saying.

“I don’t-“

“House!” You both looked over to where Chase was still standing. “Look at her ear.”

Greg moved your head a bit, reaching up to touch the side of it. He pulled his hand back while you frowned at him. “What is it?”

“Blood, you’re bleeding from your ear.”

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“New symptom, bleeding from the ear. What could it be?” Greg write it down on the board that had far to many symptoms on it, in his opinion. After a moment of silence, he turned around to look at the group. “Hello? Am I Talking to anyone?”

“She needs a craniectomy,” Forman finally said. “The brain is swelling, would explain the bleeding and if something is pushing on the brain then it could be messing with her memory.”

“Yes, let’s take off a portion of her skull on the scientific explanation of ‘could.’” He mocked, making a face at Foreman.

“He’s right,” Cameron spoke up. “Any other patient and you would Have agreed.”

Greg took a breath, rubbing a hand over his face. He knew fully well they were right, that if the swelling didn’t go down then their wouldn’t be anything to diagnose.

“Fine, get the forms signed and an OR booked.”

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“You want to remove a part of my skull?” You asked the three doctors. Your legs were tucked under you, your right hand handcuffed to the bed, just incase you go off again.

“Just to get the swelling down, then we will put it back.” Forman explained. “All three of us will be in the OR during the surgery, but it is a dangerous surgery. You could, like with any surgery, bleed out while it’s happening. But you could also get an infection in the brain, and given how weak your immune system is right now, that could be bad.”

You glance at each of them, unsure of what to say. “What-what does Greg think?” You finally ask.

“He, agrees this is the next logical step,” Chase said.

“Then I’ll do it,” you quickly decide. “He’s the one in charge of medical decisions if I’m unable to make them, so if he thinks I should then I will.”

“Are you sure-“

“Sign here,” Chase cut Cameron off, handing over the forms. “And we will get an OR prepped.”

You took the paper, quickly signing everything and handing it back. “Could you call Greg for me?”

“Of course,” Forman gave you small smile before all three of them left.

While waiting you glanced down at the cuff keeping you in the bed. Despite how hard you tried to not fight against it, the skin was still rubbed raw. It hurt, but was just another pain to add to the rest of them.

“You agreed to the surgery.” You glanced up to see Greg walking into the room. “With little encouragement.”

“They said you thought it was the right move,” you shrugged. “I don’t know anything about this stuff and I trust you.”

“Why Are You so calm about this?”

“I told you, if you think it’s the best idea, so I’ll do it.”

“No, that’s your reason to do it.” He corrected you. “Any sane person would be terrified to have a surgery like this.”

“Greg, there are moments where I have no idea what is happening or where I am. That’s what scares me. This… just doesn’t seem as bad.” He watches you like your an animal at the zoo, like he’s trying to decipher whatever is actually happening in your head.

“Ok.”

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Greg stood watching the surgery, eyes jumping between where you were being cut into and where your vitals were being monitored.

“It can’t be healthy to watch this,” Wilson spoke from beside his friend.

“Just checking on my patient.”

“She’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” Greg quickly snapped. He didn’t like this, the emotional connection to a patient. It’s easier to suggest things like this when you don’t love the patient.

A sudden movement caught his eyes, making him frown. Everyone in the room was rushing around, and when he looked at your vitals he found a flat line.

“Shit.” Greg moved as quickly as he could, even excepting Wilson’s help so that he could get there faster. Just as he opened to OR door, the word ‘clear’ was being shouted followed by a small shock.

“Get him out of here.” Chase pointed over at house, and a few people walked over to led him out.

“Get off me!” He snapped, trying to push towards you. It wasn’t until he hit one’s foot with his cane that he got through, grabbing the paddles from Chase.

“Clear,” a shock.

“Clear” another shock.

“Clear.” Another

“Cl-“

“House, Stop!” Forman attempted to grab the paddles, but Greg would let go. If he let go, it lent you would die.

“No,” he mumbled. His mind was going a million miles a second. “No, I can’t stop.” He was so in his mind that he didn’t notice Wilson behind him until he was being dragged out of the room.

“Don’t,” Wilson snapped after shoving Greg onto a seat outside of the OR and saw him try to get back up.

“I’m not just letting her die!” Greg yelled, but Wilson just stood there, making sure his friend wouldn’t try and run back in. Luckily, it was only around 20 minutes before Cameron came out.

“She’s on Life Support, but is brain dead,” she explained. “Cuddy said half an hour before they pull the plug. So you can say good bye.”

“No point,” Greg spoke. “She can’t hear me. She’s already dead.”

“God damn it, just go do it,” Wilson snapped. “I’m going to, she was my friend. And you need to, or you’ll regret it.”

Although telling anyone who would listen that it didn’t matter, he waited outside of the room you were in. He watched as multiple people walked in to say final goodbyes, waiting until he was the only person left. He had five minutes.

Greg knew what it looked like when a person was hooked up to something like this, but seeing you like that felt wrong. A tube down your throat, multiple needles in your body, all meant to keep you alive for a little longer. He wanted to walk out, but with Wilson’s words echoing in his head he didn’t. Instead, he walked closer to the bed.

Slowly, he reached a hand out to touch your face lightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should have figured it out, you shouldn’t be here. It’s my fault.” He felt tears burning his eyes, and as bad as he wanted to hold them back, he just couldn’t. “I’m so sorry.”

He just stood there, letting tears fall while rubbing your face. It was cold, to cold. Only a week ago you’d been your normal, smiling self, and now you were here. All because he couldn’t solve the puzzle. A hand came to rest on his shoulder that he immediately recognized as Cuddy.

“It’s time. You may want to step out.”

He made no move to leave, and When Cuddy realized he wouldn’t she just nodded. He wouldn’t look at anything else but your face as the sound of the machines being turned off or the sound of you flatlining. Your chest stoped moving.

“Time of death, 11:45 pm.” Cuddy’s voice spoke. With a nod Greg leaned down, planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering a final apology.

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Fungal infection. The autopsy showed you had a simple fungal infection in the spinal cord, which had caused everything. The swelling in the brain was caused by the meds they had given you. A round of anti-fungal would have saved you. If they had figured it out, you would have been fine.

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Misdiagnosis - James Wilson Imagine (House M.D)

Title: Misdiagnosis

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

Word Count: 1,108 words

Warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Summary: [Season 4, Episode 9] After discovering he had misdiagnosed a patient, Wilson is left in a spiral of thoughts. (Y/n) tries to pull him out of it.

Author's Note: A while ago, I had a House MD OC. I deleted it because I wasn't happy with it. The planning was shaky, and I didn't really like the OC's storyline. So, I went back, I replanned it, and now we have a better House MD OC that I am much happier with. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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It wasn't common that Greg voiced his concerns to me.

Even when he did, he was never clear about them. He acted like he didn't care and was just making jokes about other people's misery. I could usually see through it.

So, when he came in joking about how James was going to be sued by a patient because the patient was going to live, I understood what he was saying.

"And why did you tell that patient that they had a solid case," I asked, folding my hands together and resting my chin on them.

He dramatically scoffed. "You think it's me?"

"You have very weird ways of intervening when you think someone is being stupid," I shrugged. "Plus, no lawyer would actually tell him that he had an actual case because he was going to live."

House sighed and plopped onto the chair on the other side of my desk.

"Now, why did you do that?"

"Because Wilson was being an idiot," he explained.

"More detail, please."

"He was going to pay that man because he gave that man good news."

"And now, you're here because you want me to go get him to agree with you?"

"Use your psychologist babble."

"You can't only acknowledge my job when you need me to do something."

"I can if I'm asking you to help our friend avoid becoming self-destructive."

"Self-destructive?"

"You won't know for sure unless you talk to him."

Greg pushed himself out of the chair and walked out of my office. I let out a huff and shook my head. He knew exactly how to get under my skin. Asshole.

I found myself outside James's office a little while later. I sighed before knocking on the door. He pulled the door open.

"How did one of you learn to knock and the other one sometimes climbs across to my balcony," James asked.

I just shrugged. He motioned for me to walk in. I took a moment to look out at the balcony once I had.

"You could put tinfoil along the top," I said. James had his eyebrows furrowed when I looked at him. "Like when you have a cat that keeps jumping onto your counter. You put tinfoil along the top and something about the noise spooks them."

"Are you comparing your brother to a cat?"

"It's probably the nicest thing I've compared him to."

James laughed and shook his head, going to walk back to his desk.

"Were you really going to pay a patient for giving him good news," I asked.

He paused, looking at me for a moment before speaking, "House sent you here?"

"He said you were becoming self-destructive," I replied. "Not that I really believe him, but I was very curious-"

"It was 6,000 dollars-"

"Why?" my eyes went wide.

"I... I gave him six months to live," he explained. "He needed the money after he sold his house. He had a trip to Venice planned! I... I wanted to help him."

"This is about the false positive patient?"

"Yes!"

I sighed. "Okay..."

"Don't psychoanalyze me."

"Your guilt surrounding your patients is unhealthy-"

"(Y/n)!"

"Listen to me," I stepped forward and leaned on the desk. "I can't say why, but I think you're feeling unnecessary guilt around events that aren't your fault."

"I gave that man the wrong diagnosis-"

"Because of a false positive," I replied. "At the end of the day, medicine is a field with very little control. I think your guilt is an attempt to control what you can't."

He didn't respond to that.

"I should know... I deal with the human psyche," I shrugged. "Even more variables than the physical body."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Wrong diagnoses happen," I continued. "Sometimes they're completely out of our control. And sometimes they work out for the better, sometimes they don't. This last patient was one of the good outcomes, no matter how that man sees it. You cannot control the actions of another person when they believe that they are facing the end of their life or how they choose to handle learning that they aren't. You are not responsible for that. You are responsible for giving that man the correct diagnosis. That's it."

James continued looking at me for a moment before sighing and responding, "I see why Cuddy hired you."

"She does better with two voices of reason than one."

He grinned at me. I pushed myself back, so I was standing up straight again.

"So, do I still have to worry about you becoming self-destructive," I asked.

He scoffed. "I'm not the self-destructive one in your life."

"Yeah, but you're more willing to let people help you," I replied.

I opened my arms and waved him over. He raised an eyebrow at me. I just waved him over again.

He walked over and let me pull him into a hug.

"You're doing a good job, James," I muttered. "I promise."

"Thanks," he mumbled before stepping back and grinning at me. "You have no idea how much hearing that means to me."

I don't think I could've formed a good response to that statement. I don't know if there was one. Saying something like "you're welcome" risked the chance of looking egotistical. Trying to shrug it off could've looked ungrateful. No response felt like it was good enough.

I didn't have to worry about that for long.

I barely had a moment to overthink my response before James leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.

I leaned back a few seconds later out of complete shock.

"I... I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I... I don't know why I did that-"

"It's okay," I stopped him. I started walking toward the door. "Really, it's fine. Just fine. I just... I have a lot of work to do. This was meant to be a quick visit. I'll... I'll see you later."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll see you later," I repeated before leaving and closing the door behind me.

I looked around, feeling like everyone knew what happened or could easily figure it out by looking at me. I shook my head. Spotlight effect. I knew that.

"Shit," I muttered to myself before running my hands over my face and starting to walk back to my office.

It wasn't that the kiss was bad. It was the exact opposite. It was perfect. That was the problem.

It felt like years of friendship were teetering very delicately on a rope and whatever happened in James's office tried to push it off. And I couldn't tell if I would've been upset but that idea or not.

And that terrified me.

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hiya! just wondering if you’d be able to take a request for House? if you aren’t feel free to ignore this but i was thinking something along the lines of House has a bad pain day but so does the reader (knee issues because i have them, it’s hell and with the colder weather they’ve severally worsened) They both come back from work and make an attempt to help each other get through it? Thank you for taking the time to read this!

PAIRINGS: Gregory House x Fem!reader

SONG: not applicable

WARNINGS: it’s house md, I feel like depending on the context that’s a warning on its own. mentions of pain, mentions of House’s addiction

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I silently cursed the cold as I held my coat tighter and walked through the doors of the hospital. I held my keys tightly, unlocking them and watching for where my car was parked. It was hell as I trudged toward the vehicle and tried to ignore the growing pain in my knee.

With recent weather, my knee had been absolute hell to deal with. But I didn’t tell anyone and just continued on through my days, taking pain reliever as when it would help and keeping my leg up when I got home.

I opened the car door and quickly climbed in, slamming the door shut. I sat in silence for a moment, eyes squeezed shut as I tried to deal with the pain before starting the engine. I rubbed at my knee for a few seconds, letting the vehicle warm up before I pulled away and out of the parking lot.

With my long day behind me, I made way for my apartment. Relief washed over me when the building came into sight, but it was soon washed over with dread upon remembering the stairs I’d have to climb. I grabbed my things from the passenger seat and walked to the front door of the complex.

Reluctantly, I climbed the apartment stairs to my floor, thankfully it was only the next one up. I unlocked the front door to my apartment and stepped inside, setting my things by the door and going straight to the couch.

Should I have figured out supper? Probably.

Was I going to? No.

I groaned, lifting my leg to rest on the coffee table and throwing my head on the back of the couch. My apartment reeked of Greg, reminding me that he’d stayed the night before and would probably come over again tonight.

I dozed off, only to be woken up by the apartment door being opened and slammed shut. I could hear rustling bags and could smell the Chinese food being brought in. I forced myself to open one of my eyes, breathing deeply when I saw Greg. I knew he was struggling with his own pain as well, but since he had his ways to care for it he would usually try to focus on helping me.

“You gonna wake up?” He called out, dropping on the couch beside me and resting a hand on my knee, “I’ve still got the Vicodin…”

“No,” I said firmly, sitting up and grabbing for the food. He watched closely as I picked what I wanted, “How’s your leg?”

“The same as usual,” he admitted, grabbing his food while I side eyed him.

“You’re oddly calm,” I pointed out, he remained silent, staring at his food as he ate. I set my food aside and eyed him, “How much did you take today?”

“I needed the relief-“

“Greg I could’ve helped you,” I took his food out of his hands and put one of my own in them in its place. I used my other hand to force him to look at me. I furrowed my brows, watching his face for any sort of reaction, “I don’t want to go over this again.”

My voice was soft but he knew what I was talking about, and gave a small nod, “I knew you were dealing with your knee…”

“Is Greg House getting soft on me?” I asked with a teasing smile, but that was the case. Greg scoffed and pulled away, getting up and hobbling to the kitchen with his cane. He came back with the heating pad and some pain relievers, struggling to carry both as he limped back into the room.

“Sit back,” he instructed, I raised a brow in response as he came to a stop in front of the couch, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes, Doctor House,” I complied and shifted on the couch, sitting back and elevating my leg once more. He set the heating pad on my knee and passed the pain relievers to me. He disappeared to the kitchen again and came back with water, passing it in my direction and then grabbing my food for me, “You’re too good to me.”

“Don’t push it,” he grumbled, reaching for the remote and sitting beside me with his food while turning on the tv. I smiled in his direction as he flipped through channels, not impressed with any of the shows since his soap opera wasn’t on.

“Thank you,” I told him, eyes still on the screen as I ate my meal. I leaned into his side, sighing in content while he watched me.

He counted down the minutes until I’d finished my food and fell asleep, it gave him good reason to spend the night again.

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bad day. ( gregory house x reader )

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House entered the cafeteria, finding Wilson sitting at a table. He walked over, joining joined the table and the oncologist looked up at him, sensing House eyeing his pudding cup.

"Are you going to eat that?"

"Have at it." James sighed, and House took the pudding cup and a spoon from his tray.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Well, my friend is always kind enough to buy me lunch every day, I can't just start ignoring him that would be rude." He ate a spoonful of pudding, "Where else would I be?"

"You didn't hear? Y/N lost a patient then she disappeared. I tried calling her dozens of messages -"

House walked away, and James shrugged off his peculiar behavior, assuming he would find you. House knew you didn't want to be seen by Cuddy or Wilson, but if you wanted to be found by him he knew where to go.

He entered the bar and looked around, approaching the bartop where you received another drink, finishing it in one sip.

"I'm supposed to be the drunk in this relationship." He said, sitting beside you.

"What are you doing here?" You sighed, ordering another drink.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry."

"I'm over it." You lied, sipping your drink.

"Yeah. Clearly, it has no effect on you whatsoever." He said sarcastically.

"If you're here to gloat, you can leave." You told him. "I'm fine."

House sighed, looking at you incredulously. It was two in the afternoon, and you were downing drinks as if you had been in the desert for six months without water.

He looked at the bartender, asking for the bill while you were occupied finishing your drink. He took the keys the bartender had taken from you, and you stared at him in annoyance when he led you out the door.

"I'm not ready to leave yet."

"Oh, I think you are." He took you to your car, and you huffed when he opened the door for you. "Do I need to tie you up?" He asked a humored smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, getting inside, and he closed the door, walking to the driver's side and getting behind the wheel. He would return for his bike later as he drove you to his apartment.

He helped you inside, his arm around your waist as you stumbled inside. "I told you I'm fine!"

"Sure you are." He led you to the bedroom, and you lay on the bed, sighing as you got under the duvet.

"Okay, I'll just lie down for a little while." You murmured as House took off your shoes.

"You do that." He smiled softly, despite his concern for your well-being. Losing a patient was hard, but when you lost a kid during surgery, it always hit you harder.

House left a glass of water and two aspirin on the bedside table before sitting on the sofa, waiting for you to wake up.

It was nearing six o'clock when you woke up, and House lifted his eyes from the television, observing you as you walked into the living room.

Wordlessly, you sat beside him, and House turned the television off, turning around to face you more.

"How's the hangover?"

"Hurts like hell." You spoke softly.

House nodded, "Drinking at one in the afternoon as if prohibition was making a comeback will do that to a person." He decided to drop his usual sass, seeing the alcohol had worn off, and you were on the verge of tears. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head and looked away, feeling a tear fall down your cheek. "It was supposed to be a simple surgery." You told him. "I could do it with my arm closed, but he crashed before we could repair the shattered bone."

House sighed, glancing away, searching for words that would comfort you. But he couldn't find any so he settled for the facts. "An autopsy was done on your patient, and I had Cuddy tell me the results. He had a leaky heart valve. Even if you had found the bleed, you wouldn't have been able to stop him from bleeding out."

You covered your mouth and rushed to the bathroom, and House followed, hearing you coughing. He sighed when he found you were sick in the toilet, moving closer to hold your hair back, leaning against the sink to support his leg.

After you were done, you washed your face and brushed your teeth, sitting on the toilet lid as you processed the information.

"Feel better?" He asked, referring to your sickness.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his stomach. House placed a hand on your back, looking down at you with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes due to how worried he was.

"How about we make a deal? I can be the only destructive one in the relationship. What do you say?"

You smiled, laughing softly as you stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he returned the embrace. You bury your head in his shoulder, closing your eyes as you breathe in his comforting scent.

"Deal."

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until its gone. ( gregory house x reader )

Wilson always told him not to tease you too much. At times House's tone seemed harsher than he intended, and Wilson had seen the way your face fell when on the receiving end of House's silver tongue.

Every day you gave him lunch and House always complained about the healthy food you gave him. He preferred a greasy takeout burger over a salad any day. Although despite his complaining, he always ate it when no one was looking.

You never knew what he did with the lunch you gave him, but you did believe he has never eaten any of it. You never let his complaints bother you, but when it became apparent that he did not like the way you took care of him or "mothered" him, as he put it, you began to wonder if he was going to break up with you. He was constantly putting distance between you both, and you were tired of it, so you made sure you were awake before him, quietly sneaking clothes out of the dresser into a suitcase. You considered leaving a letter, but you couldn't stand being in the apartment any longer.

You didn't make him breakfast that morning or make him lunch. Hell, there was no trace of you sleeping on the sofa. Something felt off, but he pushed it aside, believing he would see you later for lunch.

Later never came, and Greg was eating cafeteria food with Wilson, who noticed his friend was preoccupied as he looked at his lunch.

"You should have eaten the salad Y/N made for you."

"She didn't."

Wilson looked at him for a moment, concerned as you always made him lunch and breakfast despite your busy hours. "Is...everything okay?"

"Yeah," House replied.

"But she never made you lunch? Did she make breakfast?"

House shook his head, "She's not the cook." He joked, scoffing.

"I know. But she always makes -"

"Well, today she didn't, okay? And I don't care. I hate her food."

Wilson sighed. "What did you do?"

"Why do you always assume I did something?" House asked, feigning offense.

"Because you always do. I told you not to push her away." He said.

"Well, we're fine. Now if you excuse me, I have a patient to treat." House left the table, and Wilson sighed, hesitating, taking out his cell phone before dialing your number.

House walked towards his office where his team was waiting, Wilson's words echoing in his mind. The trio watched as he walked to the elevator, sharing looks of confusion.

House returned to his apartment and immediately started looking in the bedroom, finding your clothes were gone.

Wilson had caved when House called him, asking what he knew. The diagnostician knew that the second he left the cafeteria, Wilson had called to make sure you were okay, meaning he knew where you were.

A knock on your door wasn't a complete surprise as you had ordered room service, but Gregory House was the last person you expected at this hour.

His blue eyes lifted from the floor, and for a moment, you forgot why you had checked into a hotel three days ago in the first place.

"Can I come in?"

You stepped aside and moved to the sofa while House closed the door. "What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"You know why I'm here," House said. "I'm here to bring you back."

You shook your head, "I'm not coming back."

He sighed, gesturing with his hand, "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? That I appreciate you. Tell me, and I'll say it."

You looked down, tears forming in your eyes. "You pushed me away," You met his gaze, "so don't make me out to be the bad guy. I just broke up with you before you could break up with me."

House walked towards you, "I'm sorry for pushing you away. Sometimes I do it intentionally, and other times it is just a habit." He paused, searching for the right words and hoping his discomfort made him appear dishonest. "I push people away and expect them to be there when I look back. I know that. But...I don't want to lose you." He sighed. "You're really going to make me do this."

Your eyebrows furrowed when he knelt on his sore leg, and you felt your eyes fill with more tears as he gritted his teeth in pain, plastering on a hopeful look without showing how much it hurt.

"Come home with me."

You placed your hands together, resting them on your lips as you nodded. You stepped forward, catching him when his leg gave out when he tried to stand up, steadying him as he caught his balance. Your eyes closed when your lips met, and you smiled, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I'm not Wilson. I won't endure." You told him.

"Can you not mention his name when I'm kissing you?"

You giggled softly, "Sorry." He placed a hand on the nape of your neck, kissing you tenderly.

The next day House was noticeably in a better mood, and when Wilson was able to eat his lunch without House stealing it, he wondered if his friend had spoken to you after demanding to find out which hotel you were at.

House looked up when the door opened, and Wilson sighed in relief when he saw the smile on your lips. You and House had reconciled.

"Chicken alfredo." You held the container out to House, who took it.

"What's the opposite of 'thank you'?" He asked, looking up at you as you placed a hand on the back of his chair.

"I love you?" You smiled down at him, and he pretended to blush as he hid his smile.

"Not in front of Wilson."

You playfully rolled your eyes, kissing his cheek. "I have to be across town for a meeting. I'll see you at home." You said goodbye to James, who smiled, sending you a wave as you left.

House opened the container, looking at Wilson when he felt his gaze. "Get your own."

"You apologized. Greg House apologized."

House looked at the ceiling, groaning. "Oh god." He was not going to hear the end of this for a long time. But as he returned home to find you sitting on the couch, hands holding a cup of coffee, legs covered with a blanket, he knew he had made the right choice by swallowing his pride.

[caysophia]

Dr.house- Encore(smut)

Pre leg, no Stacy.

Again not edited.

2/24/23

Houses pov-

I lightly bit down of the inside corner of lip, my fingers dancing over the keys of the piano. i don’t like Mondays, by the Boomtown Rats filled the apartment. (Y/n) was coming home late, she was teaching a night class at the hospital. Transplant lecture, sounds boring. Since the clock on wall said it was 10:05 she should be back any minute.

My fingers trailed off from the original tune to just playing the keys in random Rhythms. I started to loose track the time, falling into the music.

The moment of peace was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing.

“How was it?” I asked as the lock latched and I heard her shoes getting kicked off.

“Only four of the kids are going places.” Her arms slid over my shoulders to sit on my chest , as her chin sat on my right shoulder. I felt her weight relax onto me.

“Seems like the right statistic.” I remarked, leaning my head onto hers. I let my fingers trail to a stop, my right hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. She let out a hum, starting to stand she kissed my temple. Her fingers trialing up my shirt and sat on my shoulders for a second.

“I’m getting out of these clothes.” I watched her as she started walking away.

“Need some help?” I offered and she shook her head with a light chuckle as she turned the corner to the hallway.

Your pov-

I walked out of the bedroom, and padded down the hall. in his Death Valley shirt and a pair of panties. I was gonna go to sleep In a bit, but I wanted to talk to him first.

He was still playing the piano, that’s the one thing I’d never argue about.

“What’d you leave off with?” I asked as I turned into the living room, walking behind the couch.

“Should be discharged in the morning, he’s on observation for the night.” He took his hands away from the piano and straddled the bench as I came closer. His hands sat on my hips and slid to my ass as I sat down on his lap.

“Good.” I placed a small kiss to his lips which he leaned onto, holding me tightly against him. As arms draped over his shoulders. I pulled my face away from him,”I have another class Saturday.”

“Late?”

“Ends at ten.” I pecked his lips . His hands slid further down my ass, holding the bottom of it in his palms. I could feel his fingertips against my skin, his thumbs rubbed soft and tight circles on the fabric of my panties, simultaneously squeezing it.

“Do you really prefer lecture to clinic duty?” He leaned forward snd I tilted my head. He pressed his lips against my skin, the slight stubble he had on his upper lip and chin tickling it.

“Hell no.” I giggled, feeling his teeth start nipping at my neck,”but it gets me a bonus when I get paid.”

“Didn’t know about that.” He pulled away from me. his brows furrowed, his right brow cocked slightly.

“I just found out.” My hands slid to the back of his head and moved his head back to my neck,”makes it worth it.”

I pushed my body into him a little bit more, his hand left me, taking hold of the Fall and shut it over the pianos Keys. His tongue swiped over my pulse point, I tugged at his hair trying to get him to divert from the area. Not a very professional thing, and I happen to like my reputation at the hospital. He didn’t move away, his teeth made contact with my skin as his lips sucked on it. His pressure getting harder, wanting a dark colored mark.

“Are you being serious right now?” He popped off my neck and placed a kiss to the area and leaned back a bit to look at me.

“So a hickey is considered unprofessional in your book, yet being on your knees under my not private desk…isn’t?” He raised his brow, his hands trailing up from my ass and under my shirt, his index and middle fingers hooking into the band that sat along my hips.

“Yes, the hickey lasts for a good week, you can see it. Blowing you only lasts 7 minutes and you have blinds in your office.” I informed him and he nodded slowly. His blue eyes drifted from mine to my neck.

“Might wanna wear a turtle neck to work.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance as his hands started slowly pulling my panties down. Because I was straddling him he wouldn’t be able to get them off, so I moved off of him.

When I stood, he moved closer to me, still on the bench. I slowly slid my panties down my legs and kicked them away. His hands reached to my thighs, pulling me closer to him, still standing. He looked up at me for a few seconds, his finger tips brushing over the front of my thigh before cupping my pussy.

“You get wet very easily. You must really like me.” He commented, his middle finger running through my slit, pressing in deeper till he was rubbing from my clit to my core.

“Mmhm.” I hummed, placing my hand over the one holding my hip under my shirt, the other holding his shoulder.

He stood up, letting his finger drag over my clit, his hand grazing over my side as he became taller. Quickly his hands moved to my ass as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine and I responded quickly to him. Moving my lips in sync with his as he grabbed my ass harder, kind of pulling me up to my toes. Suddenly I heard the bench get pushed back and his weight shifted as his lips left mine.

“Jump.” He said against my lips so I did. He held me against him, one arm holding under my ass the other around my waist. My legs were wrapped around him, and I leaned down to catch his lips again.

He held me there for a minute, heatedly kissing me before turning, bouncing me up to grab under my thighs.

I felt the cold wood of the pianos lid on my ass and I gasped into the kiss and he stood between my legs, holding the back of my knees and pulled away. I leaned on my arms which were propped behind me.

“What are-“ I was cut off my him promptly.

“Please let me do this.” He pleaded, his tone wasn’t Whiny, still had his serious tinge to it. It sounded almost like he was about to preform a risky procedure that would save my life. It probably will.

“I’m not cumming on a ten thousand dollar piano Greg.” My eyes widened at him and he stared at me blankly.

“Why not cum on a ten thousand dollar piano?”he asked me as if he denying it was insane.”you have not once fantasized about this?”

“A couple times yeah, but I’m not ruining it.”

“You’re not gonna ruin it. The keys are covered and the lids shut. Nothings gonna get into it and you’re definitely not gonna break it.” He leaned closer to my face,”so lay back cause I’m doing it anyways.”

He pulled my knees up and placed them over his shoulders. He looked at me with a face of impatience, and I sighed as I laid back on my forearms. His hand left my leg and pushed me down by my chest so i was flat on the lid.

His stubbled tickled the inside of my thigh as his hands held into the top of my thighs, keeping the held open as he kissed his way to my wet slit.

He placed a kiss above my clit before licking a broad strip over my lips. His tongue coming back down to slide back up, spreading my lips apart. I let a breathy moan when his tongue started to swirl around my clit. My body fully relaxed onto the piano, my fingers curled over the end of the piano, holding onto it. His tongue started flicking at my clit, slowly become more languid. Reaching my slick dripped core. the tip of his tongue dipped in before coming back up to my clit. his lips tightened around it, giving it a harsh suck, ripping a moan from my throat as my thighs flexed, my knees trying to press his head in between them. But, his bruising grip on my thighs kept them open.

He kept his pattern going; his tongue dipping into my core, licking back to my clit and giving it a few harsh sucks, and repeating.

“Oh god ,Greg.” I moaned out, my shoulder blades pushing down onto the piano, my back arched and a hand went into his hair. My chest started rising more visibly, deep fast breaths. I felt my spine tingle every few seconds, the feeling of my slick dropping down my skin, his stubble scratching against the inside of my thighs absorbed my brain.

Then two long fingers slid into my core, he wasted no time to start pumping them in and out. Moans escaped my lips, the sounds ringing through his ears causing him to groan around my clit.

“Oh my god.” My voice shook through the whole phrase, I felt a knot forming inside of me as his fingers worked faster. His tongue lapping at my clit.

I could feel how wet I was and I could hear it. I pushed my hips into his face, my grip on his hair tightened and he didn’t fight it, he kept his actions and speed, except for the deeper curl in his fingers, rubbing right against my gspot.

“Ye-yes!Goood, just like that!” My abdomen tightened, my eyes were shut even tighter, they haven’t been open since my body first relaxed. When I felt like I was gonna cum he slowed down, snd I let out pathetic whimper. Rocked my hips into his face again, try to get him back to his previous pace.

I stopped doing that when i hard a minor key on the piano play. He was still standing, his fingers still inside of me, my lips and tongue still working my clit. But now he was also starting to play the piano…with his face buried in between my legs. My moans grew louder, the louder I got the harder he pressed the keys, the more into it he got.

His fingers made their way back to the original pace, and Soon enough he had me cumming on his fingers and chin, my heels Dug into his back, my nails scratching at the back of his skull. A near scream of a moan left my throat my my hand flew over to cover my mouth before it could really rip out, muffling it into my palm. The music helped to silence it more, the neighbors would definitely rather hear the piano then me.

He slowly came to a stop, his tongue left my clit and his fingers slid out of me. The music stopped. My hand slipped off my face snd My back finally touched the lid of the piano again and I heard him Hum, i looked at him through half lidded eyes, licking my cum off his fingers, his chin and upper lip wet. I propped up on my forearms.

“Still regret saying no?” He bent down, moving the bench under him and sat down, I could still see his face. Something I like about Greg is his height. Six foot two. Hard to not see him.

My legs were still over his shoulders, his eyes focused on the keys he was playing. This was a new song, something random he started playing.

“Holy fuck.” I sighed, laying back down on the lid, my eye lids were heavy and I let them close. I could almost feel the vibrations of the piano in my pulse. I let myself fade into the music, listening and feeling it. It was perfect for coming down.

I noticed when the music started slowing down, my eyes opened after it stopped completely.

“Piano still works.” He noted, I heard the fall close and my legs rides as he stood up. He took hold of my knees and slid my legs off his shoulders,”come on, sit up.”

He grabbed my wrist and I turned it in his grasp to take hold or it from the underside. With his help I sat up, he grabbed my waist and lifted me off the piano.

My legs nearly gave out the minute my feet touched the floor.

“Oh shit!” I yelped, thinking I was gonna fall, I didn’t though, his grip slid to my ribs in the process and he pulled me onto him.

“Just cause you can’t walk already does not, in any way, mean we’re done.” His arm wrapped around my back, his other coming down to take hold behind my knees, picking me up bridal style,”seeing you limp around the hospital tomorrow is going to be very amusing.”

“The piano Greg.” I reminded him as he started walking away from it.

“Yeah yeah, it will get cleaned.” He rolled his eyes at me as he turned into the hallway, aimed towards the bedroom.

“Tonight.” I stressed.

“Tomorrow, I’ll even polish with my tongue, how about that?” He pushed open the door with his foot.

I let out a laugh and his lil curled with a grin before tossing me onto the bed without warning. My back contacting the blue sheeted mattress with a slight creak from the bed frame. He started undoing the buttons from his shirt, taking his time. His eyes slowly looking me up and down before looking around the room.

“What?” I asked furrowing my brows lightly.

“Where’s my harmonica? Time for an encore.”