Trying To Fit In

Beginning writer and lost girl too

[softctrll]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[biahouse]

i love you, im sorry- Logan Huntzberger

Summary: You love Logan, but maybe he doesn't love you anymore.

Logan was spending a lot of time with Rory.

Too much time.

At first you didn't care, she needed an article about the secret society you both were in, and he wanted to help. To be honest, you talked to Rory a lot that weekend, and it was easy to be friends with her, it was easy to like Rory.

And maybe that was the problem.

As the weeks went by, things got worse.

You and Logan didn't live together, but you practically lived in each other's dorms.

The thing is, ever since Logan met Rory, Logan hadn't visited you in your dorm, not a single damn day.

It was like you were begging for his presence every time you knocked on his dorm door.

Like you were begging him every time you went to the newspaper to see him, or wait for him after a class.

You tried to talk to him about it weeks ago.

You really thought it would work.

"Hey, can we talk?" You smiled crookedly at your boyfriend as he opened the dorm door.

"Sure, babe." He opened the door wider and kissed the top of your head in greeting.

You sat down on the couch awkwardly and placed your hands in your lap.

"Is something wrong?" Logan sat down next to you and rested his hand on top of yours.

"Er...not really." You took a deep breath. "Did I do something wrong?"

"What do you mean, gorgeous?" He frowned in confusion.

"You've been distant." You took your hand from his and played with your hair. "I mean, you've been busy with Finn, Colin, and...Rory."

Logan sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"It's been crazy with the whole newspaper thing, and Finn and Colin, you know, it's Finn and Colin," he reassured you. "It's not you, I promise." He kissed your cheek and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"What's wrong?" You fidgeted with your hands.

"I have to go," he jumped up. "I'm so, so sorry, love," he grabbed his coat from the coat rack.

"Logan..."

"Rory is helping me with an article, because well, my dad complained." Logan shrugged and gave you a peck on the lips. "I promise I'll be back before 6pm and we can have dinner. What do you think?"

"Yeah, great," you smiled fakely as he gave you another peck on the lips and left.

Your face fell and you felt tears on your cheeks.

It was no surprise when Logan arrived at 10pm on the couch sleeping, with makeup done and a nice outfit for a dinner that would never happen.

Things only got worse from there.

Logan wouldn't call you.

Logan wouldn't come to your dorm.

Logan wouldn't wait for you after class.

Logan was never in his dorm.

Logan wouldn't meet you in the cafeteria.

You had never felt so neglected in your entire life.

Things finally came to a head one Tuesday morning.

You were sitting outside on one of the benches near the coffee stand, your phone in your hand and a forgotten book beside you. You dialed Logan's number and hoped he would answer.

That's when you saw him, walking with Rory Gilmore to the stand next to you. They were so distracted that they didn't notice you, but you saw the look Logan gave her. The way he used to look at you.

You saw him reject the call without even seeing the contact name.

You watched as he paid for her coffee and the two of them walked right past you without any acknowledgement.

That's when you realized you couldn't do this anymore.

That afternoon you unlocked Logan's dorm door with your key and found it empty.

You walked to his room and looked at the details carefully, tears already streaming down your face.

You picked up the cardboard box you had and placed it on the floor.

Starting with the clothes you kept there, you folded them and carefully placed them inside the box, taking your time, accepting your grief.

The next thing you did was remove six remains from the nightstand. Hair bows, makeup scattered around, your cell phone charger, small trinkets you owned.

Then the bathroom was cleaned, a toothbrush, your hair products, your colored nail polishes.

Everything stuffed into a large cardboard box. How could 1 year of your life end up in a box?

You analyzed the room one last time before closing the door.

The key he had given you to the dorm room the second month you had been together was left on the coffee table with a simple note that said exactly what you wanted to say to him.

"I can't ruin your happiness anymore. I love you, I'm sorry."

[biahouse]

i'm going to merry you, Logan Huntzberger

3 Times Logan Said He Would Marry You

+1 time you finally agree

1•

You met Logan in your first year at Yale.

You had already heard rumors about the infamous Logan Huntzberger before you even met him, yet none of them prepared you for the moment your eyes locked with his.

To say he was handsome was an understatement.He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in all your 18 years of life.It was as if an invisible thread pulled you two toward each other—wherever you were, you could feel Logan no more than five meters away.

Two months after endless exchanged glances, he finally approached you in the breakfast line.Who would have thought that Logan Huntzberger could be so nervous that it took him this long to talk to a girl?

"I'm sorry, but I feel like we don't know each other," he said with a smug, envy-worthy smile.

"I believe we don't," you nodded, suddenly shy. It wasn’t in your nature to be so quiet, but he stirred something in you that was inexplicable.

"Logan Huntzberger, your future husband," he extended his hand, cocky, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"S/n, and I'm sorry, but I don't marry guys I've only seen once."He laughed, throwing his head back.

2•

Logan’s hand moved up and down your bare back in a soothing rhythm.

In just a few moments, he would be graduating and leaving Yale—leaving you alone in that enormous and terrifying college.

"I can't believe it's over," he sighed, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I can't believe you're leaving," you whined, burying your head in his neck.

"I know," he pulled you closer. "Move in with me."

Shocked, you pulled back, looking into his beautiful eyes with a frown.Logan simply cupped your face in his hands, his thumb caressing your cheek.

"Move in with me?" he repeated, uncertain.

"Live with you?" you asked, still in shock.

"Yeah, I can buy an apartment near Yale so it won't be too far for you," he started rambling. "We could wake up together every morning, have breakfast together. It would be perfect—coming home from work to find you there waiting for me."

"Yes," you answered excitedly.

"Yes?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" You jumped into his arms, hugging him as he laughed loudly.

"I'm going to marry you," he said with determination.

"Ask me later."

3•

It had been eight months since you and Logan started living together, and you were stressed with your final exams to finish your third year.

Logan was incredibly busy working with his father, but all you wanted right now was a big hug—and maybe some kisses—from your incredibly handsome boyfriend.

All week, you had wanted nothing more than to hide from the world and bury yourself in Logan's arms.

So, when you heard the sound of keys in the door, you ran toward it like an excited puppy welcoming its owner home.

"Logan!" you shouted, throwing yourself into his arms.

"My flower," he hugged you back, dropping his briefcase and a large white package on the floor.

"I missed you," you whispered, peppering kisses all over his face.

"I missed you more," he finally caught your lips in a kiss, pulling you closer by the waist.

"I got you a present."You pulled away, frowning at him.

"Logan…"

"I know, I know," he guided you by the hips to the couch, making you sit while he went back to pick up the package. "But I swear you're going to love it."He handed you the bag with a smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you opened it, and immediately, your face lit up.

"Oh my God!" You pulled out the bright pink bag. "Oh my God, Logan!"

The blonde laughed at your expression.

"It's a Birkin Bag! A Birkin Bag!" You grabbed it and shook it up and down in excitement.

"If I had known you'd get this excited over a bag, I would have bought one sooner," he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I adore this—I mean, I love it!" You threw yourself into his arms. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

"Just a taste of the life of the future Mrs. Huntzberger," he laughed and kissed you.

"I'm going to marry you."

"Quiet, Blondie," you giggled, kissing him harder.

+1•

"Finally, graduation day! I'm so excited!" Julie, your friend, squealed in front of you, making you laugh.

"Calm down, Julie, or you’ll twist your ankle and won't be able to walk gracefully to get your diploma," you warned, though you were just as excited.

Both of you were wearing your graduation caps, smiling in relief that your studies were finally over.

"Logan!" Julie called out to your boyfriend, who was approaching with two bouquets of flowers.

"Julie," he greeted, handing her one of the bouquets.

"You spoil me," she laughed, accepting them.

"Thanks! Well, I’m off to find my parents. See you on stage!" She skipped away.

"And this one is for my beautiful, beautiful flower," he handed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"They're gorgeous, love," you said, holding them tightly.

Taking advantage of your moment of distraction, he gently pulled your face to his, kissing you in a way you couldn't resist returning.

"You look stunning, my flower," he admired you with a charming smile.

"I'm doing fine, my gallant blonde knight in shining armor," you teased, giving an exaggerated bow.

Logan rolled his eyes and took your hand, leading you to a more secluded area, to Yale’s open field."

I have something for you," he said, suddenly looking nervous.

"More gifts, Logan?" you playfully huffed.

"Something like that," he shrugged and stopped under a large tree.

He stared at you with a nervous expression, making you worry.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, touching his face tenderly.

"I love you."

"I love you too, silly," you laughed, but your laughter died the moment he dropped to one knee and pulled a velvet box from his jacket pocket.

"I've loved you since the day I met you. Back then, I took too long to ask you out, and now, I don’t want to waste another second," he said, opening the box to reveal a stunning ring that made you gasp."I meant it on our first date—I want to marry you. I want a big house, maybe a few kids running around. I want to support all your dreams, and more than anything, I want to be your husband. So, S/n S/L, will you marry me?"

"Yes," you breathed, throwing the flowers to the ground, too excited to care. "Yes, yes!"

Logan let out a relieved sigh and took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger.

He stood up quickly, kissing you as if there were no tomorrow.

"I'm going to marry you."

"You are."

[biahouse]

HELP

I feel like I'm about to freak out.I read a Jake fic a long time ago, where Mc went after him or something, or she went after the detective and Jake ended up finding her and taking her with him to his hideout.And then it was just bullshit and them going to Duskwood and Jake being a real pervert.Can someone please tell me which profile she belongs to.I beg.

[biahouse]

Waiting for your love, Robert Chase x Reader

When House's first team disbanded entirely, you were hired to help the doctor with the paperwork. After a few years you finally meet the famous Robert Chase, unfortunately not on the best terms.

When you started working with the infamous Doctor House, you didn't know that your life would change overnight.

He was a peculiar man, not to say crazy, but he was an excellent doctor and over time you got used to the man's crazy mind. You knew the names of the doctors who were part of House's infamous first team.

Eric Forman. The man who had returned to the team a few months after leaving and who you had the pleasure of calling your friend.

Alison Cameron. Certainly one of the kindest and bravest women in the world, according to Erick's far from impartial opinions and some subtle comments from House.

And Robert Chase. You had never met the man at any point. It seemed like the universe never put you in the same room together, every time House needed him for a case, somehow you weren't working at the time. But it wasn't uncommon to hear House talking about Chase.

Out of all three of the original doctors, you were pretty sure Chase was the mayor of Gregory.

When House went to a psychiatric clinic because of his Vicodin addiction, you were forced to look for a new job with great reluctance.

You had gotten used to that crazy life in the hospital. Managing documents that House refused to do, the nights out with Thirteen, the jokes in the office, the jokes with Taub.

So the moment Cuddy said House would be returning to the hospital, you didn't think twice about returning to your old position.

Things had changed. It was clear. House no longer wanted to be part of the diagnostics team and now Foreman was the head of the unit.

You tried to convince House to return to the department, and you ate a lot during that time, as the man was committed to his short culinary career. At the end of it all, House came back.

He hated work, but he hated being without it even more. But everything was different once again.

Taub resigned. Foreman fired Thirteen. And now Cameron and Chase were back on the team.

You clearly remembered the moment you were sitting next to House helping him with the patient's medical file and the two doctors entered the room.

You jumped up, observing the two blondes in the room. It was a weird performance and you hated yourself forever.

Meeting Alisson was an honor for you. I knew what an incredible doctor she was. But she felt horrible as soon as she looked at her husband and saw the most perfect man on earth.

Chase was beautiful.

You blushed when you shook his hand and even more so when he greeted you with his Australian accent.

During the entire affair, which took more out of you than anyone else because of all the legal protocols, you somehow ended up becoming very good friends with the MARRIED man (you had to remember) who you had developed a crush on since the first time House described it.

When Dibala passed away, Chase secretly admitted to you that it was his fault. Even though he didn't know you, Chase trusted you more than his own wife.

And that was wrong, but it gave you hope that you knew you shouldn't have. Soon it became the secret between you and Foreman later on.

When it became too much to lie to Cameron, Chase would come to you. So you chatted like old friends at a bar and regularly played bowling to relieve the stress of the secret.

When he finally told Alisson, their friendship didn't change. You were still a confidant to him.

When things in their marriage got complicated, you supported him.

But that was it for him. A friend. A support. And for you it was everything. If you had seen the signs back then things might have been different.

•••

The night Cameron went to the hospital to get Chase to sign the divorce agreement was when everything changed.

Chase desperately wanted to talk to his ex-wife about what went wrong between them, but Cameron was adamant and just made him sign the papers.

He was a wreck and immediately ran to you.

When the entire hospital went into lockdown due to a missing baby, you and Chase got together in House's office and got drunk.

He complained about everything and told you about everything. And you listened carefully. You blamed the alcohol, but somehow you knew you were sober enough not to get into that situation.

That was the first night you slept with Chase.

•••

_ It became a habit.

Almost every night was spent in your apartment.

Chase's hands running all over your body.

His mouth on yours.

His teasing voice in your ear.

The bed hitting the wall.

A vicious habit that you loved more than anything.

It was even funny when you watched him sleep next to you and remember that his relationship with Cameron had started like that, a relationship of benefit.

You wondered if you could be dumber than that. Pretending to sleep every time he left your apartment in the middle of the night. And crying softly hoping that at least once he would stay.

But it was just that, sex.

You wouldn't pressure him, not after all. You couldn't. But I couldn't leave that either.

You preferred just the pleasure you could feel than begging for love you knew you couldn't receive from him.

It was destructive.

But you just couldn't help but love Robert Chase and hope that at some point he would love you back.

[biahouse]

Perfect for him, Gregory House x Reader

You're House's girlfriend. Wilson doesn't like you, but... 3 times Wilson realized you were the perfect person for house, +1 time he finally admits it

There was something about you that James Wilson made to hate you.

Maybe it was the way you were the silliest nurse at the hospital, and always fell for the patients' stupid conversations.

Or because you always do your coworkers' duties.

Or the way that in every surgery he performs, you insist on being an assistant nurse and talking to her throughout the procedure.

Or maybe he hated having his best friend stolen.

Wilson didn't hate people. That was House's job. It was even comical that in your situation, House adored you and Wilson hated you with all his being.

Don't get me wrong, you weren't a bad person.

He just doesn't like you.

1

The first time Wilson realized you were perfect for his best friend was at lunch. Since the beginning of the relationship between you and Greg, the doctor in question used to have lunch with you in his office.

But on that particular day, you were very busy in surgery. So with no other alternative, House had to have lunch with Wilson.

It was a surprise for James to see his friend entering the room with a packed lunch. House was known for eating junk food with all his meals. So Wilson assumed that if that hadn't changed with your relationship, he was wrong.

"What is that?" Wilson asked with an incredulous look at the lined pots that Gregory placed on the table.

"Food?" House responded as if it were obvious and mocked his friend.

"Okay, I know. But, I mean... you don't usually eat that."

"I know" House threw himself into the chair and opened one of the jars and started poking a carrot. "Carrots are a horrible thing, you know?"

"House" Wilson called his friend carefully. "Is this some kind of diet for addicts that I don't know about?"

"No. Y/n told me that I should eat more vegetables if I wanted to live longer" The doctor rolled his eyes when he remembered the argument he had with his wife a few weeks ago and since then she usually makes him lunch. "So I'm pleasing my girl" And with that he stuffed the orange vegetable into his mouth with a grimace.

Wilson could only look at his friend in shock.

For years he had tried to get House to eat a healthier diet, and you had achieved it in just a few weeks. Wilson had to admit, he liked you a little more now.

2

The second time Wilson realized you were perfect for his best friend was a week after the lunch incident. He and House were bowling, like they did on Wednesdays.

However, there was something strange about House. He was limping and in more pain than usual.

"What is it? Are you afraid of losing to me or did you forget the Vicodin at home?" Wilson mocked his friend as he threw the ball into the pins.

"Neither" House limped closer to the track when it was his turn to play.

"Is the pain getting worse?" Now James asked worried that Greg's leg was getting worse.

"No"

"Okay House, you win. Why are you in pain?"

"Because I'm trying to taper off the Vicodin" House replied with a shrug and celebrated without a strike.

"What?" Wilson raised his voice making people look at him. Which made him apologize immediately. "You. Gregory House, are you trying to stop Vicodin?"

"Y/n said it's going to kill me. She didn't suggest I stop taking it, but she was upset that I took so many. So I'm trying to cut down."

Wilson opened his mouth in astonishment.

Who was that man?

Gregory House would never cut down on your daily Vicodin cocktail.

But he did, for you.

Only for you.

3

The third time Wilson realized you were perfect for his best friend was on a random day at the hospital a few months after the second time.

House entered his office as he always did, without knocking and suddenly, which made Wilson jump out of his chair every time, even though he was used to it. But something felt wrong that time.

The way House for the first time looked nervous and really confused. For a while, James watched his friend limp around the room as if he was begging for something very deep in his own mind.

Wilson waited, he knew that like every other time House would start telling him about his doubts and he would give him one of his beautiful pieces of advice, which House would probably never follow.

"I want to ask Y/n to marry me" House blurted out and looked at his friend nervously.

"What?" Wilson blurted out the question with a laugh. "Marriage?".

"Yes" Greg said, shaking his head and plopped down on the armchair in his friend's living room. "I thought about it all week"

"All week?"

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say or are you going to tell me your opinion on this?" Greg scoffed at his friend and adjusted himself in the chair, his leg hurting a little.

"What do you want me to say House?" Wilson asked and looked through his patient's files once more, before closing the folder and focusing fully on the matter at hand. "I thought I would never get married"

"I know" House passed his hand across the gap in his forehead. "I don't know why I want it. I just want it."

"Gregory House doesn't know why, that's something I never thought I'd hear" James smiled playfully.

"For the first time I want something more. I want her to be my wife. Is that a bad thing?"

"No," Wilson answered honestly. "It just means you're better House."

"Does that mean you'll help me pick out a ring?"

"As long as you don't make me pay."

Wilson would never understand his relationship with House. Or how two very different people could do such great things together.

Wilson didn't hate you. He understood now. It was just jealousy that you achieved everything he always tried to do. Improve House.

He didn't hate you. Now he respected you.

+1

“Hey Y/n” Wilson called out your name when he saw you walking down the hall with a clipboard.

"Wilson, hi!" You waved at him enthusiastically. It was the first time he willingly spoke to you.

"I just wanted to say thank you" James said making the woman frown in confusion.

"What are you thanking me for? I don't remember helping you" Y/n questioned.

"But it helped, with House" Wilson explained. "I'm sorry for treating you badly all this time."

"You didn't treat me" Y/n shrugged with a smile. "I stole your best friend, it makes sense that you don't like me that much. But it means a lot that you like me now."

"I think you two are perfect for each other," Wilson admitted for the first time out loud. "I can't wait to be the godfather."

"Godfather?" Y/n asked.

"You'll see" Wilson smiled knowingly. “I’ll see you around Y/n.”

[biahouse]

Important, Gregory House x Reader

(This is my first story on Tumblr, and also my first Gregory House story. English is not my language, technically all of this is Google translate, so I apologize for any mistakes. But I hope you like it, I have a lot of ideas about our crazy doctor)

You love House. He doesn't care about anyone, but he cares about you. That's something, right?

The first time you met Gregory House was at your job interview.

You knew House's fame in the medical field, so your dream was to work with him and learn about his somewhat orthodox methods.

What you didn't expect was to be completely enchanted by the man 15 years older than you. House was moody, irritating, stupid, arrogant. A card-carrying asshole.

But there was something that made you suspicious every time he entered the diagnostic room. However, you weren't the only one.

You were good at hiding your crush on House, but Cameron always let it be known how much he liked his boss and what deeply upset you.

You were nothing compared to Alisson Cameron. Cameron was beautiful, kind, hardworking, confident. Everything you could never be, even if you tried hard.

That's why you shelved your feelings, buried them at the bottom of your chest and tried to hide as much as you could.

3 years have passed since you joined the team, and now with the departure of Chase, Cameron and Foreman, you were the only original member and House became more and more dependent on you. You have now done the work of four people.

And like a good doctor, you did your best to treat every patient who arrived at the department in the best way possible. But it was exhausting you.

The dark circles became increasingly prominent. You were sure you had lost 2kg in that week alone, since you didn't have time to eat and your hair fell out more and more every time you combed your hair.

But it was three weeks after you were working almost alone in the diagnostics department that your body reached its limit.

House and you were discussing what could be ailing an elderly man when he came up with a really interesting theory.

As always, you were sent to do tons of tests, but the moment you got up from the chair, your entire body lost consciousness.

“House” you mumbled the man’s name as you felt your entire vision blur.

"Yes?" The man responded, distractedly analyzing the symptoms chart.

"I think I'm going to pass out" was the last thing that came out of his mouth before the world went black.

•••

You heard the machine beep before your eyes could discover the place around you. It was hard to open your eyes, the bright lights of the hospital room shining brightly into your eyes.

You could feel your throat dry, and the various threads clinging to your body. It was uncomfortable and you tried to adjust yourself on the hard bed.

"I wouldn't move if I were you" House's unmistakable voice sounded in the room and his gaze shifted to the man lying on the bedroom sofa. "Welcome to the world of the living"

“Hi,” your voice sounded hoarse and you coughed, feeling your throat raw.

"Here" House stood up at an impressive speed and handed him a glass of water with a straw. You sipped the liquid with relief, your throat feeling better within seconds.

"How long was I gone?"

"2 days" House limped so he could check his devices. "You were exhausted, dehydrated and malnourished. New diet?" The man joked.

"The patient..." You started to get worried about the man they were treating.

"You're impressive" House looked at you curiously. "I tell you she's a living dead woman and you care about the patient."

“I’m fine” You waved your hand at him.

"It's not what your scans say" He shook the folder in his possession. "Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't do everything alone?"

“Because I can do it” You insisted.

"You're going to have a week off, until you can recover. In that time, I'm going to review some resumes, you need help" House said once again looking deeply at you.

"Why? You don't want new people on the team, you hate change" you tried to argue, knowing what the man was like.

"But I care about you. I think that's more important than my distaste for people" His admission scared both of you, but neither would admit it."Rest, I'll be back in a bit, with something called food"

And with that he left the room. Leaving behind your flushed face and your racing heart.