kaldurahms-lover

[kaldurahms-lover]

don’t let me in with no intention to keep me .ᐟ

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pairing : gregory house x fem!reader

w/c : 1,7k

warnings : hurt/comfort, references to gun violence (handled subtly), post-shooting trauma, angst with a bittersweet edge, arguments, gregory house being emotionally constipated

summary : house can't understand why reader stays after everything he does. after he gets shot, it all comes crashing down on him. one fight and almost tearful confession later, he finally understands why she stays.

a/n : this is something my dear @ariluvzzz prompted, and who am i to say no to her?

It starts with House doing his little schemes on you. Mixing up your coffee order. Accidentally dropping your lunch on the floor while you ate together. Paging an emergency when in reality, he just wanted to mess with you.

At first, you thought it was funny. Hearing him say “What’s got your panties in a twist?” after writing post-it notes with incorrect patient updates was a little infuriating, but you also enjoyed seeing that devilish smirk on his face.

But then the schemes kept coming. More specific. He started knowing exactly how to get under your skin. How you hated reports being mixed up, how the smell of tuna made you gag, how your mug had to face the same direction every morning. You don’t remember telling him those things. He noticed, as he always did.

It didn’t take you long to notice what was actually happening. This wasn’t just boredom or cruelty. It was his version of attention.

And in some backward, ridiculous way, it made you feel seen. Wanted, even. You didn’t say anything, just went along with it. You were pretty sure by now the entire team had noticed the fact that you were in love with him. It was too obvious. Even though you doubted he would ever admit that he did those things out of affection, his eyes lingered on your face way too often, and his voice lowered when he said your name.

It was real.

That playfulness lasted so long, had it not been for the shooting. You weren’t there when it happened. But you remember the look on Wilson’s face when he told you. House had been shot in the neck by a former patient.

You don’t remember much after that. Just how cold your hands felt. How empty the hallway was without his usual complaints and clatter.

You couldn’t bear to see him in the hospital bed. And when you did, it was usually when he was asleep. It hurt too much.

When he came back, something was different. First, came the shouting about the carpet. Then, the jokes stopped. No more coffee-swapped orders, no scribbled notes on your patient's charts.

And the worst of all? He became cold towards you. Silent. Shrugging you off as if you weren’t important. As if you weren’t working in the same team with him.

You knew he was holding back so much. All the things he couldn’t say were now locked up even tighter. And it broke something in you too. Seeing the man you were in love with becoming distant and just not really there.

You weren’t supposed to be there after 8. Technically. But practically? You stalled for a minute too long. You just wanted to see what was wrong. Get him to talk. Anything that would mean that he’d talk to you for more than a few seconds.

Slouched in his office chair, glasses perched low on his nose - he barely heard you come in.

You hovered in the doorway. He glanced up, barely. Just a flick of his eyes.

“Breaking and entering? Bold move” He muttered, voice flat. “Looking to steal my pain meds or my will to live?”

You gave a small laugh, but it didn’t rise to the bait.

“I was just um- I was just passing by”

He didn’t bother to look up from whatever he was doing. Or actually what he wasn’t doing.

You stepped in slowly, coming to stand in front of him. “House” you spoke, softer now.

“What? What do you want?” He snapped, making you take a step back as he stood up.

You blinked at his outburst, trying not to let it sting. It did though. It always did when it came from him.

“I just- Well” you tried, voice smaller now. “I just wanted to talk. You’ve been shutting me out”

He scoffed. “You’re not that special. I shut everyone out”

“Yeah well, not me” You snapped too. “Not like this. Come on now”

That seemed to hit somewhere. His shoulders stiffened, jaw clenched like he was biting back words that might betray him.

“You almost died, House” you continued, stepping closer to him. “And since then, you’ve been acting like you want us to disappear. Like you want me to disappear.”

He finally looked at you again, expression unreadable. “You don’t get it. This isn’t about you”

“Then make me get it” you pushed, heart hammering in your chest. “Make me get it, please. Explain to me why you keep pushing me away”

Silence. He looked down, avoiding your gaze again.

“I can’t keep doing this. Not if you don’t even try to meet me halfway” you say, voice breaking a little.

And so you storm off.

House just stands there, his eyes ridden with something… maybe guilt. But he doesn’t run after you, he doesn’t chase you. You slam the door behind you, and he winces at the sound.

Running a hand through his hair, he sat down - pretending that his charts were the only important thing on his mind. Though he found himself muttering,

“Why does she always wait for me?”

And then it was quiet again.

He knew he should move, so he did. Anything. He kept staring at the door you’d just slammed, torn between looking for you or just ignoring the entire situation.

If he didn’t ignore the situation, it would mean something. And maybe that's what feared him most. That it would open up something inside him - space for someone.

You waited because you loved him. He knew it. That’s what made it worse. That’s what’s made it unbearable. You kept showing up, soft-spoken and with steady hands, even when he offered nothing but sarcasm and lewd comments.

He rubbed at his temples, then lingered on the faint scar near his jawline, the reminder of how close it all came to an end.

You could've left him after the shooting. Most people would have. Hell, maybe you should have left. But you didn't. You stayed.

That terrified him more than death ever did.

He exhales slowly. Maybe it's not about what you see in him - maybe it's about what he's too afraid to see in himself.

By the time he's on his feet, he has already made up his mind about it. It's already decided, though he doesn't really know what to say. But for the first time in weeks, his footsteps don't feel aimless.

Gregory House was coming to you.

You hadn't expected him to come. Not after the way you left. Not after the way he stood there, still as stone and dismissive while you opened your heart to him.

Curled up on the couch, lights dimmed low while a record was spinning in the background - not loud, but still there - you were caught off guard when a knock came on your door.

Your breath hitched. It couldn't be him, could it?

Oh, but you knew it was him. No one else knocked like that.

When you opened the door, he didn't say anything at first. Just stood there, like the words were stuck in his throat.

''I shouldn't have said that'' he muttered. ''I shouldn't have said a lot of things''

“Come in” You whispered, stepping aside.

He stepped inside, noticing how your shoulders slightly trembled.

House stood awkwardly in your living room, gaze flicking over the smallest details - the soft blanket you always curled into, books on the coffee table, on shelves, literally everywhere.

''You always listen to sad music when you're mad at me?'' he asked, attempting to joke. No sarcasm in his voice though. Just searching.

You didn’t answer right away. You crossed your arms, more to hold yourself together than anything else. “I’m not mad” you murmured.

“Just tired of feeling like I’m trying to pull you out of a place you don’t want to leave”

That made him wince. But he didn’t back down. Instead, he moved closer to you.

“Look at me” He whispered, voice soft. “I don’t want to hurt you”

You blinked hard. “Then why do you keep doing it? Why do you keep letting me in?”

“Why do you let me keep caring if you’re going to shut me out. If you have zero intention of actually letting me stay”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away just for a second. Like facing you - facing this entire moment was harder than any other case he’d taken up.

“I didn’t think you’d stay”

You felt something twist in your chest. He couldn’t be saying this, right? After everything you’d been through.

“I have stayed, Greg” you protested. “I stayed after the shooting. After you stopped talking to me. I stayed after you acted like I wasn’t even in the room.”

Silence fell between you again. This time it just helped the ache in your chest grow.

Then he said it, in a slow- agonising way.

“You were in the room. And you definitely mattered to me. You mattered to me more than anything”

Another step towards you. “You could’ve left,” he said, voice raw. His hands twitched awkwardly at his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Stop saying it, please. You know I wouldn’t. You know me” You said hoarsely, eyes teary.

“Why do you keep waiting for me?” he asked. This time his question wasn’t bitter. It was quiet. Almost scared.

You swallowed. “Because I love you. I’m in love with you- and- I know at least for some time you liked me. I know if I wanted to love you right I needed to give you space. I had to let you figure it out”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you did little to keep them locked inside you. It was all coming undone. You didn’t expect him to say anything. You were used to him handling these types of situations with silence.

“You missed a little something” he finally said, voice cracking.

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

House stepped closer again, his hand hesitating on your waist before coming to rest there. His eyes were locked on yours like he needed you to see the truth behind what he was about to say.

“I’ve always loved you, sweetheart”

[kaldurahms-lover]

07. DATE NIGHT - THROUGH IT ALL

JUNE 21ST

“i don’t think i’ve ever won a game of bowling ever,” you admit as you and ace take off your bowling shoes, finally finished with the game that he ended up winning, you weren’t even close.

the man next to you chuckles as he begins to tie his shoes. “well, you can’t be good at everything, that would be kinda boring actually,” he speaks before giving you a pat on the shoulder. “but since i won, how about i pay for the loser’s dinner?”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that forms on your lips at the sound of this date not ending just yet. “we’re getting dinner?” you ask and he nods. “of course we’re getting dinner, i can’t just let you go home hungry,” ace sits down for a little as you tie your own shoes.

it doesn’t take long until you’ve found a restaurant and ordered your food, now you’ll just have to figure out what talk about for the upcoming minutes, but ace has already opened his mouth to speak. “so, you liked our album?” he asks, catching your attention.

“mhm! i really liked it, i’m honestly surprised at least one of them haven’t gone viral yet,” you say, watching as the smile on ace’s face only grows. “and i especially liked those songs were you sang as well, like you’re amazing at the bass but your singing is also so good.”

ace hides his face with one hand and waves you away with his other. “stop it, you’ll make me blush,” he smiles, getting a giggle out of you before continuing. “no but seriously, thank you. luffy has been up my ass about me having to sing for that album so i’m happy it payed off. i prefer the bass though, it’s like my best friend at this point. you know how to play any?”

you shake your head. “i wish, but i don’t.”

he hums. “guess i’ll have to teach you then, you’d look really cool with it. you could come to our studio sometime, you can watch us record new songs and i’ll teach you how to play bass,” you put your hand under your chin and flash him a soft smile.

“you don’t think your bandmates would be annoyed having me there?” ace shakes his head immediately. “definitely not, they always have someone they know over in the studio so i’m allowed to as well.”

the food then arrives, causing you both to go silent for a short while, devouring the food in front of you, that is until you decide to ask something. “when does your tour start?”

ace looks up from him plate. “11th of august, why?” he raises a brow before continuing to clean the plate off food. “just wondered when you’d leave, guess we’ll have to see each other more often until then…”

he puts his cutlery down and nudges your foot under the table with his own. “yeah? you want to see me more?” it’s almost like his eyes are shining with stars as he looks at you, like a little kid on christmas. “well, as long as you want to as well?” you mumble, eyes flickering down to your plate again.

“i’m not stupid, of course i wanna see you more. i really like hanging out with you,” ace admits and smiles. “but you’re coming to our tour right? i heard from luffy that some of his friends were coming so i just guessed that you were coming too.”

“i’ll come to the concert in france, nami really wanted me to come with,” you say before reaching for your glass to chug some water. “and i really want you to come to,” ace speaks.

after dinner, ace walks you home and when you finally reach your place, he turns to look at you. “i’ll just stand here and make sure you get inside safe,” you can’t help but laugh a little at that, but eventually nod. “okay, but i’ll see you soon?”

he reaches for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “definitely, i’ll text you,” he pulls you a little towards him, and you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him for a hug. “thanks for today, ace.”

“thank you for wanting to see me, made me really happy if i’m honest,” he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, putting it behind your ear. your eyes meet for just a second before he pulls away, his hand however lingering over your back before you say your goodbyes and he watches you walking towards your place.

he stands there, giving you a little wave as you look back before opening the front door and stepping inside. yeah, he’s falling.

SIX | MASTERLIST | EIGHT

PAIRING: bassist!portgas d ace x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: being dragged to a concert when a band you have never heard of is performing may sound boring, but what if there’s a cute bassist there that’s got all eyes on him while his eyes are only on you?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this isn’t proofread so i apologize for the messy writing, i wrote this while barely awake😭

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VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

ft : la nina fresa by banda zeta

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S2, EP 10 . be hot.

suna stares at the screen, expression unreadable. then carefully puts the phone back exactly how it was—screen down, centered on the table.

as he rejoins the group, you pass him with a smile, brushing his shoulder on the way to the kitchen.

suna doesn’t say a word.

but for the first time that night, his hands shake just a little.

you wander into the kitchen, half-dazed, your skin still tingling from the rooftop wind and all the laughter that clung to it. there’s a half-empty soda bottle on the counter, a few crumbs from akaashi’s strict snack layout, and—

your phone.

sitting exactly where you left it.

the screen flashes. you blink. once. twice.

1 new message — tendou satori

your heart trips over itself. your fingers hover before they move, automatic.

you swipe it open.

and then freeze.

not just his name.

but yours.

your words.

your side of the conversation.

you:

what do you want, satori?

tendou:

just an answer.

just… something.

you:

i gave you everything once.

you answered by breaking it.

so no. i don’t think about you anymore.

i’m not yours to haunt.

you don’t remember typing that.

because you didn’t.

the air shifts—your chest tightens as heat crawls up the back of your neck. you whip around, fury and confusion crashing in your throat as you storm back toward the living room. music muffled, voices blurred, until—

“who touched my phone?”

everything stops.

tsukishima’s head turns sharply. kenma lowers his switch. bokuto freezes mid-chip. kuroo sits up.

yaku spoke first, “wait, what?”

you’re already holding up the phone, face pale, voice shaking.

“someone texted tendou. from my phone.”

for a second, silence.

then suna stands.

slow. deliberate. like he’s not even sorry.

“i did.”

eyes snap to him. yours, wide. stunned.

“you—what?”

he shrugs, jaw tight.

“he doesn’t get to text you like that. not after what he did.”

“it wasn’t your place, rin.” your voice cracks around his name. “you don’t get to speak for me. not like that.”

he doesn’t flinch. arms crossed. eyes locked on yours.

“then tell me you would’ve said something different.”

your mouth opens. nothing comes out.

everyone’s watching. tsukishima hasn’t said a word—he just keeps staring, his fists clenched at his sides.

you look at suna.

you look at your phone.

you look at yourself in the dark reflection of the screen.

and all you can whisper is “that’s not the point.”

you don’t wait for anyone to follow.

you grab your phone, your breath still ragged in your chest, and head straight for the stairwell. you don’t even hear the door open behind you until it slams lightly against the wall.

“you really weren’t gonna say anything?”

his voice cuts through the echo of your steps.

you stop. shoulders tense. back still to him.

“kei, not now—”

“no, now.”

you turn, slowly. he’s standing at the bottom of the staircase, arms crossed tight over his chest like he’s holding something in. like if he lets go, it might shatter everything.

“what do you want me to say?” you ask, your voice low. “that i’m tired? that it’s all too much? that i can’t breathe with him in my inbox and everyone else in my business?”

he doesn’t answer right away.

just looks at you like he’s been thinking this for longer than he’ll ever admit.

“i just don’t get it,” he says finally. “why you let people like him stay in your orbit. when you deserve better.”

you blink.

“like who?” you ask, tired, bitter. “who do i deserve, tsukishima?”

he says your name once, so soft it hurts. and then—

he steps closer.

“you really don’t see it, do you?”

his jaw tics. his voice is lower now, more raw than you’ve ever heard it. like the words are fighting their way out of him.

“maybe i’ve been keeping my mouth shut for too long. maybe i thought if i waited long enough, you’d come to me first. but—”

he stops.

your heart lurches.

“but what?”

tsukishima looks at you like this is his last lifeline.

his next words are almost a whisper:

“but i think i—”

the door upstairs creaks open.

“guys?” it’s bokuto’s voice. muffled. too loud.

you both freeze.

tsukishima’s mouth closes.

the words die in his throat.

you stare at him, breath caught somewhere between your ribs and your heart, and he just shakes his head once—almost like he’s mad at himself.

you don’t move.

neither does he.

you inhale sharply, eyes flicking up toward the rooftop entrance. the wind curls against your skin, and for a second, it feels like the night’s cracked right down the middle.

“i’m fine, bokuto,” you call, not looking away from tsukishima. “just… needed some air.”

there’s a pause. then bokuto, softer:

“you sure?”

you nod. “yeah. i promise.”

he doesn’t push.

“okay. we’re inside if you need anything.”

the door clicks closed again.

you don’t turn. not yet.

your voice is steadier this time when you speak.

“what were you gonna say, kei?”

silence.

you glance at him.

he’s not looking at you anymore. his eyes are fixed on the railing, the city lights flickering like stars below his lashes.

“i don’t get you.”

his voice is low. sharp.

you blink. “what?”

he finally meets your gaze. and something in his expression isn’t calm anymore—it’s all tension and quiet panic, pressed beneath that usual wall of his.

“i don’t understand you.” he says again, more firmly now. “you let people like him hang around. you act like it doesn’t affect you. you run from everything, but never fast enough to outrun him. and then—”

he cuts himself off.

you fold your arms. the sting in your chest building.

“then what?”

his laugh is dry. humorless.

“then you look at me like i’m supposed to be something i don’t know how to be.”

your breath catches.

“kei—”

“do you think this is easy for me?” his voice lifts, a little louder now. “watching someone who’s never said how they feel let someone who already hurt them try again?”

you go still.

he looks at you like he’s halfway through unraveling.

“i don’t know what i’m doing,” he mutters, bitter. “i’ve never felt like this about anyone. it pisses me off. it’s always been easier to push people away, and then you—”

he stops.

his mouth presses into a line.

and all you can say is:

“then what, kei?”

his jaw clenches.

his voice barely makes it out this time.

“then you happened.”

and for a moment—

it gets too quiet.

too still.

and whatever he’s about to say next…

he doesn’t.

[ cue more dramatic music and end credits ]

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06. I TOLD YOU SO - THROUGH IT ALL

FIVE | MASTERLIST | SEVEN

PAIRING: bassist!portgas d ace x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: being dragged to a concert when a band you have never heard of is performing may sound boring, but what if there’s a cute bassist there that’s got all eyes on him while his eyes are only on you?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: just saying sorry beforehand because the update might be a little shitty going forward because work starts on monday😔

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FOR THE JOB EVENT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BOUNCER AIZAWA WITH ABSOLUTE MENACE READER who definitely should be banned by now but aizawa cannot help how much fun he has seeing you come back…. Oh and mister bouncer aizawa rides a motorcycle EHEHEHEHEHEH

for the sake of this event i rlly could not make this as long as i wanted im sssooorrrrryyyyyy but ON GOD i will be making a part 2 after i finish all these submissions. bc i just. MEOW? -> aizawa putting the bike helmet on you.... taking you back to his apartment bc its closer.... helping u sober up..... please. PLEASE.

bouncer!aizawa // job fair

event m.list

you’re late. 

you’re late and rumi is in the front seat of your taxi with her torso turned all the way around to face you to make sure you know exactly what you had cost your friend group tonight.

“i hope you got enough cash in that tiny purse of yours to get our cover charges,” she huffs, an air of her boozy breath brushing past you in the middle seat.

you could only roll your eyes in response. you’d rather spend twenty dollars to get through the doors than seventy-five on drinks tonight. if that meant you’d have to spend the whole night a step behind black-out, then you’d just have to find a way to burn off some of the alcohol.

“if man-bun is working the front tonight, we’ll be fine,” keigo quips from your left.

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you cock an eyebrow, your words almost slurring in an incoherent run.

“you know what i mean,” he scoffs out a laugh, “you guys know who i’m talking ‘bout?”

“i think we all know mister five-o’clock-shadow,” fuyumi chuckles from your right.

“stop it,” you whine, “no ganging up on me when i’m two sniffs of alcohol away from blacking out.”

“and whose fault is that?” rumi sings, “you’re the one who wanted to pre game so hard.”

you lean back into the middle seat with a huff. it wasn’t your fault that rumi decided at the last minute that you had to go out this friday instead of your usual saturdays. if you’re anything, you’re a supportive friend.

i had a shitty day at work and i need to get drunk. now.

and yet, somehow it felt like you were the only one who had been working on the handle of vodka passed around the four of you.

you don’t remember stumbling out of the uber until the clack of your boots hitting the pavement. now that you were standing upright, the alcohol had moved its way to your head.

“you okay?” rumi asks, placing a hand on your elbow.

“duh.” you shake off the nauseating feeling in your stomach.

once your group makes its way around the corner, shouta nearly misses you. this club rarely charges a cover fee on friday nights, so he lets hizashi check your ids without a second glance.

“what, you're not gonna check my bag?”

with a cigarette resting in between his lips, his attention turns to you with furrowed brows and a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“just when i thought i was going to have a good night," he chuckles a breath of smoke out, "the fuck are you doing here?"

you gesture for the others to go on once your eyes meet with theirs for you to follow them into the crowd of people filtered at the entrance 

go ahead. i’ll catch up later, you silently say with a nod.

rumi wiggles her brows at you as the others chuckle to themselves, pushing their way through the masses.

“gonna go inside and read a book,” you roll your eyes, “what does it look like i’m doing here?”

“you’re drunk.” he ashes off the cigarette on the wall behind him. “which means you’re trouble. which means more work for me. isn’t that right?”

“it’s a friday night, shouta, i’m on angel hours.” you smile up at him, "promise."

‘you know, i don’t usually work fridays. how lucky am i?” there was a lace of playful sarcasm in his tone, “because i’m assuming i won’t be seeing you tomorrow night.”

you hold your hand up to your chest, faking hurt, “you don’t think i can rally two nights in a row? who do you think i am?”

shouta leans down towards you, pushing the stray strands of hair behind the shell of your ear.

“i think your night’s gonna end early if you don’t go inside and grab a cup of water from oboro right now.”

"you have no faith in me," you pout.

he places a hand at the small of your back, pulling you closer to him and out of the way from the line of people entering the bar.

"prove me wrong then." he shrugs, "behave for one night."

shouta gives you a daring look. he knows how you are- it’ll be one accidental bump from the wrong person for you to get in their face or the right song for you to climb on top of the bar. you’re already swaying under his light touch hovering over the bare skin of your lower back. 

“well, shou,” you lean in, almost grazing his nose with your own, “you know i love being right.”

[kaldurahms-lover]

rereading iron widow because i started reading heavenly tyrant and realized i didn’t remember jack shit

[kaldurahms-lover]

VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S2, EP 9 . swiss cheese

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[kaldurahms-lover]

shimin being arguably the least unhinged of the triangle yet the only one that’s been to prison is so important to me.

[kaldurahms-lover]

*sending you brain waves* Oooooh you wanna read Iron Widow Soooo Baddddd

Anyway I'm like 3/4s through the book I'm having a Blast. Wu Zetian you are a goddess to me. Rarely have I come across a woman so absolutely consumed with rage. Grind your enemies into dust queen.

[kaldurahms-lover]

No, I will not draw Li Shimin with cool glasses. He gets the Arnold from the magic school bus special.

[kaldurahms-lover]

iron triangle iron triangle iron triangle iron triangle

modern au bc they deserve it

[kaldurahms-lover]

Taiping: Fuck, marry, kill- Renjie, Shimin and Yizhi.

Zetian: Marry Shimin, fuck Yizhi, and kill Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng: I wasn’t even one of the options, what the fuck?

[kaldurahms-lover]

he literally shouldve been at the club😭

[kaldurahms-lover]

they’re all safe and happy and healthy I SWEAR all of them are alive

[kaldurahms-lover]

I finished book and i coping with the ending only way i know how

with memes

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Zetian seeing Yizhi's reaction to seeing Li Shimin for the first time: