My blog is intended for those who are 6teen and above. Some topics that I write about can and will be triggering at times, so viewer discretion is always advised!! I will have warnings on all posts that I believe need them!
I'm open to most ideas and am always accepting requests!! (pls im desperate to write). All of my fics are x reader and gender neutral unless stated otherwise!! I also write on wattpad under @blue-sky336 however I post more on here!!
I no longer go to uni but after the situation I've escaped from it's going to take me time again to get back into the flow of things.
hii. can i get a Greg House x Reader drabble who has random angry outbursts? Have a swell day!!! <3 🫂
Pairing: Gregory house x reader, gn!reader
Description: You've always struggled with your agitation, but a particular patient brings the worst
A/n: I sprained two of my fingers on a lawn mower this morning smh ALSO I am so so sorry it has taken me so long to get to this, I actually relate to this so much icl so it may be a smidge self indulgent
Matted hair, knits and endless rashes. The very consequences of neglect turning rabid. The very consequences that you had to deal with almost every day now. You specialized in paediatrics. Anybody would think you would grow used to the idea of neglected children, but it was that constant reminder of how harsh humanity could be; unforgiving and truly disturbing. Your fingers trembled around the blue ball point pen attached to your clip board. You had received the history just a few minutes prior after being paged by one of House's ducklings for a consult. The poor boy's parents neglected childhood vaccines and any form of medication for colds or viruses. It was infuriating. He was just nine years old and already knew of the incompetence of his parents.
One deep breath after the other. You had spaced, ears ringing and vision clouded with misguided anger as Chase spoke up. The muffled noise simply caused you to tip over the edge. "Can everyone just shut up!" you exclaimed rather quickly before staring down at the boy's parents. "You two, hall, now!" with wide eyes the parents followed you, simply believing you were giving them a break form the situation despite your overstimulated and angered body language. "Your son is on the verge of dying because of your lack of care and adequate parenting! If you were at least semi decent, you would have the idea to, oh, I don't know. Maybe get your child his fucking vaccines so he doesn't die from the fucking measles or whooping cough! Most of them are free! It shouldn't be a cost issue; it's simply you both just being inadequate and utterly irresponsible with the life of your son." You stared them down sternly, breathing hard and fast as your brows creased together. There was a nerve jumping just below your eye and a vein popping in your neck.
The parents weren't very satisfied with their scolding. You knew that you would get a warning, a horrid patient satisfaction score and potentially sued for harassment, but how could you care at this moment? Not when a kid's life was on the line and the two adults in his life simply didn't care. "You can't fucking talk to us like that!" The father was the first to speak, "You have no right to judge our parenting style-"
"'Parenting style'? Is that what this is? Fuck me! I should have guessed, especially with the matted hair and fucking knits that are now contaminating our fucking hospital!" You were essentially screaming now, yet to be taken back by any of House's ducklings.
It took Chase a moment, taken aback by your sudden outburst before he put his hand on your shoulder. He spoke your name, giving you a stern look, "Go get a coffee, I can page another resident." He offered sympathy, understanding that your anger was coming from a place of advocating for your patient. Shaking your head as you let your clipboard and pen fall to the ground, you finally spoke up again. "I am done. I am fucking done!" You pushed past Chase's hand and the barged the father's shoulder as you stormed off.
This wasn't fair. That poor kid didn't deserve such shitty parents. Instead of searching for coffee as Chase suggested, you and your clenched fists began searching for safety. Refuge was spotted amongst an office in the west wing. It was empty and you had already stolen it, sitting behind the desk as hot tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn't understand how to control this anger. These emptions were large and simply weren't something you found yourself used to.
The door handle clicked open and yet your head didn't shoot up. Too focused on your breathing you missed the limp of the man making his way behind the desk towards you. His cane held a dull thump as it assisted him throughout the room. The beige carpet came in handy for a surprise.
Gregory House, your fellow coworker and current situationship was no sitting just in front of you. Not bothering to look up, you instead chose to pull your knees to your chest in an attempt to practice some steady breathing. If you couldn't get the anger under control than maybe breathing would help the frustrated tears dissipate into something softer.
"Chase gave me a run down," he hummed, "This isn't the first time this has happened." Fucking hell, you didn't need this on top of anything else today. "A little birdie told me you quit as well." You tensed, swallowing hard before nodding,
"House..." you managed to croak, sniffling as you lifted your head, 'Did you see what they were doing to him?" Your shaking hands suddenly felt warm and still as Gregory took them in his own. He squeezed them in his palms before using them to pull you closer. Your head rested against his shoulder as you shuffled that slightest bit closer. The man hummed in response. How could he not see what they were doing? You would have to be just a negligent as his parents were to miss something so insanely obvious as that. "How can we just sit there and just not say anything? They're killing him!" You sniffled.
House wasn't sure how to respond at first. Firstly, a nod, then he leaned over and kissed your temple. There was a silent understanding between you both as you trailed off. "A social worker and CPS have been notified... But what they have done doesn't warrant your anger. I would have kicked their asses myself, but you can't. You have a lot more to lose, doll." You understood, but it was difficult to hold in such rage after a day of overstimulation and week of back-to-back shifts. A scoff slipped past your swollen lips. "I have nothing to lose now... I quit. I am done." You muttered while he simply shook his head.
House knew you well enough to know you would regret that simple decision in an hour when you saw the paediatric ward fill another bed. "We're not thinking about that now," His voice was gruff as he gently drew fingers on your shoulder with calloused fingers. He leaned in and kissed your temple one last time, "I'll take you home tonight, but you need to get help." He hummed quietly.
"Oh, that's just rich coming from you." You pulled away quickly, "I do not have a problem!" You exclaimed, attempting to stand when a rough hand clasped your wrist. There was one more singular attempt before you just stopped. Your tears, which had just turned into a sniffle were beginning to well back in the corner of your eyes. The way Gregory spoke your name in that stern manner, the same someone would scold a puppy in caused you to break. "Yeah... yeah, okay. I need a break." You whispered. He nodded in return, taking a moment to steady himself as he stood from the floor. Once he was part way up, using the desk to stabilize himself, he lifted himself further with the help of putting pressure on his hot rod cane. "I will help you, but you need to let me. This isn't something you handle alone."
You swallowed hard before slowly nodding. "Okay..."
"Okay." He squeezed your palm, and while there was no one in the hall he pulled you into a gentle kiss. "I will be here for you."
pairing: Grace x reader, rocky mention
description: goodbyes were never your forte, but you hated missing them
A/n: most likely out of character grace and rocky, sorry gang smh
"I have something to show you..." A hand met between your shoulder blades, gently guiding you in the direction of a private room. N.A.S.A's interior was much larger and cleanlier than you imagined it to be, lined with white panels and an abundance of meeting rooms that you were sure your lover had visited one too many times. Eva Stratt had given you permission to wander the halls while you waited for her and during your exploration the most interesting thing you found was a small tim-tam now hidden in the pocket of a three-quarter zip. Too bad there were no experiments to keep your mind off the inevitable.
You both stood before a brown door, Eva's name was written in a gold font across the glass insert. She was a woman of control and certainty, the opposite of the person you could ever be or wanted to be. You found facts and logics often clouded emotions, building a dam around much needed emotions. Despite this, you admired her.
"Mrs Grace," She began.
You froze.
There had been a time where hearing that name caused you to immediately tear up. Your sweet, doting husband, the man who left you to save the world. All your best memories included him, as well as the worst. Bile almost forced its way up your throat, but you pushed the feeling aside and took seat in the cushioned chair sitting just in front of an oak desk.
"Please, don't call me that."
Eva nodded and took a few small strides to the chair just behind the desk. Once she was seated, she was already logging into her computer. All of the files and videos that Dr Ryland Grace had sent over on the probe had been saved to a hard drive that only herself and others with special permission were granted to use. Everything from the research on astrophage to an introduction to Rocky were all sorted by level of importance. Effortlessly she pulled up a video, her fingers pausing as she opened it to full screen. "Okay," she spoke your name with a slight shakiness. Eva had originally planned to watch this video herself, however in the back of her mind she knew it was never going to be for her, not after she had sent him unwillingly to his death behind the back of his wife.
"I am not sure if you recall, but Dr Grace was sent out with probes to show his findings and send them back to earth as soon as possible," your chest tightened, "There is one specifically for you." Your eyes widened as you swallowed whatever bile you originally held bac. Erratically. you shook your head. You had gone years without seeing your husband and yet each day never got easier. He left you for a mission in space, one that he knew he would never return on, and he did not even bother to tell you until it was already too late. You both had to live with the consequences. Eva simply didn't have the heart to tell you the sacrifices she was willing to make at the time for the sake of all of humanity.
Her hand gently swivelled the screen to face you. "I will leave. I suggest you watch it," your name left her lips one last time. You took note of the sorrow and almost look of guilt that was furrowed deep within her brows. You didn't understand why she looked that way, not when this was nowhere near her fault. She may have been a prominent leader and decision maker in project hail Mary, but she was not the one who sent your husband on an endless trip to space to die. Or at least that was what you were told to believe. She stood, her dark coat swaying with each step she took closer towards the door. For a moment the slim woman turned back, her gaze resting on your tearful and scared eyes. "I will be outside when you need me." With one last nod she slipped outside, off to find you both a coffee... maybe two for herself.
You on the other hand could not even turn to acknowledge her. The cover screen of the video showed grace in his "I have potential!" graphic tee. It was the same one you had gifted him for his thirtieth birthday as a joke. He would have worn it every day if he was able to. The blonde was looking off screen with that gentle smile he typically saved for his students. Admiration and care pooled in his eyes, a certain glow to him that made this all too unbearable.
"I can do this..." you whispered.
Finally, you pressed play.
"Rocky, is it centred?"
His voice flooded the audio and for a moment it was like he was right next to you. You paused, choking back tears. You never moved on, simply returned to work as the school counsellor and dreaded the damned questions of your husbands eight grade science class. You pressed play.
"UH. Rocky don't know word. What is. question." There was a chuckle that came from your lover before he assisted his newfound friend to hold the camera on a slightly better tilt. Grace shook his head. "She just needs to see my face." he hummed in approval, suddenly unsure of what to say. They didn't have much space left in the memory drive, sow whatever important message he had to tell you he just had to say it. But after so long without you, with so many words and thoughts and feelings muddled in his brain all at once it became difficult to find the perfect thing to say to you. His wife, the woman he hadn't seen in over a few years now was probably still devoted to him, as he was to her and just as lonesome as he was, despite his friendship with Rocky.
"Hi..." He began, only to be interrupted by a brown rocklike structure to jolt in front of the camera. "Hi Grace mate!" Rocky emitted with a bright beam despite his faceless characteristics. Grace rolled his eyes, but there was a smidge of a smile forming across his aged face. He looked different, worn and tired, but still the same man you fell in love with.
"I wish I could see you right now. I never wanted to leave you like this, and I am so deeply sorry for not being able to see you... to um. to warn you before leaving. I didn't know I was leaving either..." He admitted, "But-!" He exclaimed, "I don't want to leave you empty handed." There was a moment of silence, neither rocky nor grace spoke.
You almost couldn't handle the flood of tears ready to roll down your face, drowning you beneath their salty weight. You had already seen Rocky from photos that a few other senior workers had given you the blessing of seeing. it seemed that Rocky was a good companion for Grace, and you appreciated that, even if the only thing you wanted in the moment was the peace of your husbands' arms wrapped tightly around you. You pulled the jacket on tighter, attempting to soak up the last warmth of Grace before paying attention on the video. You had turned away for too long, missing a small second where Rocky had gone off after Grace's request of privacy.
"He can still hear me, you know. Echolocation and all that, privacy is at a premium nowadays," he snickered, "Not like I had much anyway with you around." His eyes watered and he sighed, looking down at his lap.
His glasses slid down the slope of his nose, and you almost felt the urge to fix them despite being years away from him.
"I don't have much to say, just this," Grace inhaled deeply and pulled his glasses to the side. tears had already began forming, even as he tried to wipe them away. He would typically attribute it to dust or some fluff that had gotten in his eyes, but not this time. "It's been lonely without you in the mornings. I have Rocky, but it's not the same without you. I don't get to feel you or talk to you... God, I can only see you through a polaroid from our wedding." He rubbed his temple and closed his eyes.
You heard a small rumble in the background but didn't pay no mind to it as silent tears cascaded down your cheeks until you were nothing more than a mess of tears and snot.
He sighed once again, pushing a few stray curls away from his face. "I don't want you to forget that I will forever be here for you, even when I am light years away and... and not able to come home. We're hoping I can find a way back after I help Rocky, but I don't want to get your hopes up, sweetheart. I love you." He smiled at you.
And then it was over. Graces voice died off with the video and the screen turned black. Unable to move, paralysed by grief, you simply sat and sobbed. There was no attempting to console you. Grace was alive, but rather it felt he had died years ago, and this was just a simple façade of a way for you to forgive the betrayal that he had caused you. No. There was no point in holding a grudge, not at this point anyway. You understood that grace meant every word, and that was all you needed as you curled up in his jacket.
Pairing: Grace x Fem! Reader, platonic Rocky
Description: Rocky thinks Grace is brave, you believe he's purely selfish
Warnings: Rocky is so sweet, this takes place on the trip to Erid and may contain spoilers of the movie and book!!!!
The hours seemed to grow longer on Mary. Days passed after eternity and there was no end to the suffering of the humans on board. Sent to save humanity, yet ultimately thrust towards their personal demise, Grace and his fellow pilot got along quite well. Too well. After the probe was successfully thrusted into space with each of their humanity saving findings, y/n and Grace settled with the idea of living the rest of their lives together until they starved to death. Rations could last them a few years if they were very sparse with each item they consumed.
Time had passed exponentially slow, but at least Rocky was aboard the Mary once again. After understanding that the xenonite caused a leak for the tauamoeba to escape, both Grace and y/n found it imperative to save Rocky. Their companion wouldn't make it home otherwise and after he had sacrificed himself for them, they both found themselves indebted to him.
Y/n was never sure what the time was anymore, or whether they had even passed a day. Rations were scarcely thin. A few packets of dehydrated fruit, ramen and banana bag IV's was just about all they had left to share between the two of them. However, that wasn't likely to last them the whole trip to Erid. Not when Grace was experiencing nose bleeds and constant dizziness and y/n could barely stomach more than a few bites of anything. Yet she always found herself waking up that little bit more refreshed unlike her partner.
That morning was the same. A mop of mousy blonde hair slept in the corner of the laboratory, just a few metres from where y/n currently sat. Her eyes stayed trained on the small red dot in the crease of her left elbow, evidence of an IV as it bruised. Her stomach churned and mouth turned sour. Nausea was pretty normal now, but this was different. Her skin grew clammy and prickled. Rocky immediately perked up, the scattering noise of his hard appendages rushing towards her was the only thing to pull her from her panicked thoughts.
"Why is he doing this Rocky?" There was no holding it back now. Grace slept just a few metres away. Makeshift beds pulled into the laboratory right below one of Rocky's self-made tunnels became the only place to sleep now. Indulging in the comfort of Rocky's odd faceless stare became mandatory as the human's stomachs grew hungrier each day that passed.
"Grace is brave. Statement."
She shakes her head, not in disapproval but more so disbelief that Rocky could forgive him for such foolish actions. She was no one special. She did not discover life; she did not discover their cure. Her only use was of being a pilot. But Grace could pilot perfectly fine on his own with enough practice. Her words grew thick within her parched throat, eyes shutting momentarily at a wave of dizziness. She was going to be sick.
"Grace found mate."
The clicking and sharp hums that came from her alien companion caused her to roll her eyes. She wouldn't deny what he had called her. Romantic tension was at a constant and yet neither chose to dive in. Romance was a luxury with the lack of privacy. Yet, you both couldn't find a reason why you deserved it. You saved Earth, willingly and unwillingly sacrificed yourselves on a mission that might have never worked, are about to save the Eridians' home, but that just isn't enough. Not for Grace and certainly not for the exhausted pilot. No one waited at home. What was the point of waiting?
"No. No, Rocky. Grace is stupid and selfish..." she mutters, trying to stop the barrage of fat tears from rolling down her hollowing cheeks.
Rocky understood in some way. Stupid and selfish were considered to be a belonging of his human vocabulary, however he did not understand how she saw him this way. Grace was sacrificing his needs for hers; he was brave. There was no stupidity. The alien believed that she had more to live for after hearing snippets of her home life. Twin nieces and nephews, which he only recently discovered were not pets but rather family, a small, elderly bulldog and a life as a general pilot. Grace had teaching. He was simply doing the right thing, and yet here his companion was sobbing over the man before them.
The urge to scream and tear the hair from your scalp was almost unbearable. It wasn't necessary after the clump she had found earlier.
"Rocky no understand. Grace brave, question. Grace brave for mate." He chittered, his thumb pointed down in a way to show his appreciation for the teacher. The symbolism of hope in his palm caused her to cover her face with slender fingers. Ragged nails dug into the skin of her brows, a raw sob escaping her throat like no other. "He's so selfish..." She whispered, knees slowly pulling towards her shuddering chest in a last resort to self soothe before she would accidentally wake her co-worker. It didn't work.
There was a small rustle, just enough for Rocky to tilt his body in the direction of his favourite companion. Grace was growing frail, toned muscles turning to mush and cheeks even more sunken in than yn's. He groaned quietly, rolling from his side to his back in a last-ditch effort to stay asleep. The sob of his girlfriend however, was enough to pull him wide awake. He wanted no more than to rush over, to finally understand what was running through your mind. Grace understood you more than anyone you had ever met. Lonesome and hopeful yet unwilling to leave the life he had built. They could only dream of having that now.
"I'm not dead yet, don't hold my funeral without me..." He attempted a joke in a quiet grumble. It did absolutely nothing to help the woman sitting just beneath Rocky. Her head slowly tilted upwards to find the blonde staring right back at her. Captivating eyes just as pathetic as always. "That's," She sniffled, "not nice, Grace." There was a slight attempt of wiping away tears, but the more she tried the faster they fell.
Rocky was beginning to understand privacy, despite his hearing through walls attribute. So, when Grace waved him off with a half-hearted smile he simply rolled off to the next room over. He was certainly listening in but the two of you were used to it now. Trembles ran through Grace's legs as he struggled his way towards her.
"You are killing yourself and stupidly trying to save me as if we both couldn't just be more careful with our rations." She whispered as he took his seat beside her. His legs stayed limp as he spread them forward. "You know it's true, Grace. Stop playing hero... I am not getting to Erid without you, and you know that." Her words came out fast and stern. Her warm eyes, suddenly cold, stared sternly into Grace. He bit his lip; glasses have falling off his face just as they were when he had awoken. How was he supposed to argue against the truth. There was no language barrier between them, he could never trick her the way he did Rocky when they first communicated.
"I..." He struggled to find the words, one of his hands coming to rest on her knee. "I can't see you starve out here, y/n." The way he spoke her name sent goosebumps across her dry skin. She sighed and shook her head. She had no words; she understood. It was never about sacrifice or attempting to be heroic. It was one last act of love.
He went to speak again, but the words never came out. Supressed by a pair of chapped lips and shaking hands that dove towards his thinning hair. "Shut up..." She muttered against his bottom lip, eyes shut gently as they sunk into the feeling of each other. Accepting his mistakes, the two lingered in the moment, savouring the sweet taste and touch of the other. Y/n's tears subsided, replaced with a soft hum that slipped through her mouth. She didn't want to pull away ever again. She wanted nothing more than to memorise every divot and scar on Grace's body so she could spot them in the stars any time she was too far from him.
"Ew! Leaky space human! Stop. Ew. Ew. Ew!" A disgusted voice called from behind the wall that originally separated the sleeping chambers from the laboratory. Rocky thought humans eating was disgusting enough, but touching their separate face graphics together was despicable.
Annoyance seeped from Grace's pores as he pulled back, yet his hands never left the warmth of her body. "This is normal, Bud." Those blue eyes traced every inch of your face until he was sure he could map it even in his sleep.
"Grace. We do this together..." She spoke softly, vulnerability escaping through her gentle tone. He gave a slight nod, caressing her cheek. His thumb ran across her cheekbone before he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Together." He nodded firmly.
"Together!" Rocky's voice echoed across the room, causing the two to snicker.
The night grew cold, a shiver brushing over the leather clad hereon. His routine survey of Paris was concluding, yet he was not so willing to relinquish his freedom just yet. Those chartreuse eyes landed on a familiar building, one that he had visited just hours ago in the warm afternoon sun.
Surely you wouldn't mind a visitor. He was Chat Noir after all, beloved feline hero of all Parisians. Who wouldn't want him visiting? It wasn't uncommon for him to linger around certain houses, and more so bakeries with leftover croissants and pain au chocolats. Adjusting his staff between the maroon bricks, the blonde launched himself upwards, using the momentum of his staff to swing himself forwards in the direction of your home. Just passing the Dupain-Cheng's bakery, Adrien found himself just steps away from your brick clad house. Rising to two levels, the small building was held up by maroon bricks and umber trimmings. Your garden was minimal, a few potted plants thanks to your mother and a small figure of a snail hidden just beneath a large leaf thanks to yourself. Messy and clearly hand made with the sweetest heart and shaky fingers, it was easy to spot out that you had made it. Your mother had a steady hand, and your father wouldn't have bothered with such frivolous things; but you just could never help yourself when it came to adding a touch of light in your empty space. Warmth greeted him, seeping from the orange lights of the kitchen where your dad stood. He helplessly scrubbed dishes in hopes to figure out a more sustainable lifestyle for his daughter, barely noticing the distance protruding between them, ever-growing. His love was strong, but his ignorance stronger.
A blue hue emitted from a second-floor window, cracked open just enough for the soft hum of a miniature heater to filter through his sensitive ears. That figurative warmth turned literal as Adrien used his staff to raise him just past the first floor, ears flickering at the subtle hum. He almost gave himself away, losing his balance momentarily before correcting himself. Leather gloved hands caught himself on the cold bricks, a slight wince of pain flashing across his dark features before he finally decided to knock on the ajar window. Adrien didn't want to startle you, but that would be much better than suffering in the cool of the dark night.
Your head immediately lurched, vision blurry and ears ringing at the sudden movement. How stupid could you truly be. This flare up had gone from an overwhelming shakiness to a struggle with just sitting up. Vomit creeped up your throat, bile settling momentarily as you steadied yourself. Cece, who was previously sleeping on the pillow beside you had drifted behind your desk, hiding from the stranger in the window. At first, you believed it might be an akuma, clutching your necklace as a way to self-regulate while also protecting your miraculous. Yet, at the sight of black ears and chartreuse eyes you sighed, the tightness in your shoulders relaxing the slightest bit as you struggled to stand. Adrien observed your state, clearly much worse than you were earlier. You must have been good at hiding your symptoms if this is how you were behind closed doors.
You were sluggish walking to the window, that limp still prominent with every step you took. Gripping the small golden clasp of the window, you gently pushed the glass outwards. Black ears flickered at each noise, a small trait that you had yet to pick up in your short time fighting beside the cat. It forced a small chuff past your lips, a smile tugging at your face despite your slight distaste for the cat. You didn't hate him; you had a truce after all. In this moment, you were no longer Clementine and just the sick kid you had always been. Time passed slower than usual, chartreuse eyes stuck on your every movement. He made no effort to come inside and instead studied you from the windowsill, concerned as ever. In some way he reminded you of a sad dog nervous to intrude on your unwell state.
"You don't have to stay in the cold... Unless you want to freeze your whiskers off."
And there it was. That sly grin and mischievous glint, yet he still didn't say anything. You paid no mind to it as Chat stepped in, glancing around your room. It was covered in small trinkets. Glow in the dark stars lined your roof, sketches of flowers and bugs were scattered across your desk, skilfully hiding your study of whoever was beneath the mask of that ignorant cat. There was an acoustic guitar standing in the corner of your cluttered room, neglected. Playing became difficult as the years went by, your knuckles seizing after playing for more than just a few minutes. The same was beginning to happen with holding a pencil, but at least you could still type despite everything else. He took a step towards you now, squinting as his pupil's dilated. You had been this close to him before, but this was different. He was no longer arrogant, ignorant and egotistical, but much rather concerned and critical.
"Do you have something to say or are you just looking for someone to pity?" your words fell with venom, "I am not looking for your pity, Chat." There was no surprise in your question to Adrien. He still remembered you barely letting him guide you up the stairs. "Am I not allowed to pay a simple visit? A birdie told me you could use some company." His smirk was annoying, but maybe there was a small part of you that lifted with the corners of your lips. You did need company more than you ever planned to admit.
Instead of sitting back at your desk, you took steady steps towards your bed. The sheets were a soft shade of sage, but they weren't anything special. "You can sit down, y'know?" You arched a brow, pulling a pillow off the head of the bed and hugging it tight to your stomach, legs crossed beneath it. Chat Noirs smirk softened into a peaceful smile. Taking a seat at your desk, he found himself kicking his feet off of the floor. The chair spun and he heard you let out a sweet giggle. Relief washed over him. While he wasn't technically Adrien in the moment a part of him felt at ease knowing you found some form of enjoyment from his alter ego. He planted his feet into the floor, steadying himself to face you once more. "So..." he trailed off. Gosh, why hadn't he planned of something to say before he actually came inside.
"So?" You squinted and shook your head slightly, still dizzy and head thumping periodically behind your eyes. He took instant note of your slipping demeanour. He had seen you exhausted, but never so sick. Instead of taking pity or freezing up, he resorted to trying to become helpful. "What can I do to help you? You kind of look like shit," he snickered in hopes of lightening the mood, "And I can't have one of my civilians so wrecked." You shut your eyes, although he was sure he saw you roll them just before. You snickered, your smile failing to leave. Momentarily you denied his assistance. This was your every day.
Headaches, migraines, pain, nausea, dizziness, and the list could simply go on.
"I'm fine." Teeth gritted, you turned your head to the left, away from his furrowed brows and worried eyes. They reminded you so much of your best friends that it almost hurt to look at them. He could read you too well now. "You aren't," his name left your lips so softly that it almost made you wonder how he knew your name, come to think of it, how did he find your address? "Look at yourself, you're freezing and clearly not okay. I'm not pitying you; I'm offering support." He sighed. The disappointment dug its sharp claws into your skin. The sudden regret of being rude filling the empty pit of your stomach.
You didn't want to admit it, but Chat Noir was right. "There's anti-nausea wafers and pain meds in that top draw." You pointed to the top draw of your wooden desk. You were lucky he was here. There was no chance you were making it to that draw, suffering in your bed until you managed to pass out, whether that be from pain or exhaustion was not up to you. The blonde asked no questions, instantly retrieving them in his gloved hands. The glass you had broken earlier that day was half-heartedly shoved into the trash. A few stray shards had fallen over the edge, but you didn't have the heart to pick them up earlier. Instead, there was a replacement cup, a plastic one that you would buy for a kid just learning how to hold precious items. It was embarrassing, but you would rather the embarrassment than another glass shard stuck in your finger.
After placing the pills in his palm, he offered them to you. In a practiced fashion you placed the wafer under your tongue to dissolve and the pill on top of your tongue. They were both small. The wafer was a small pink pill that tasted bitter, whereas the pain medication was slightly larger and a baby blue with that ever-familiar sugar coating. You reached for the plastic cup, but it never met your outstretched hand. You were practically trembling and after hearing how upset you were over the phone for spilling that glass Adrien wasn't just about to let history repeat. In a swift and steady motion, he raised the plastic cup to your lips, eyes locked on yours. He followed as you slightly tilt your head backwards, swallowing the aftertaste of the wafer down with the small pill. He pulled it back when you were done, turning just in time to miss the flush and shudder of your body.
What the fuck was that.
He cleared his throat, as if only then realising just how intimate that moment had been. He shook his head slightly, blonde strands falling into his eyes before he pushed them back. You mumbled a small thanks and flashed a gentle smile. It felt nice to be looked after. You were yet to recover from the moment, but it did help serve as a distraction from your other feelings. He didn't apologise. He stayed for maybe an hour afterwards, watching as the medication forced drowsiness to make your eyelids heavy. Chat had rolled across the room to be closer to you, simply enjoying the small talk and company as you settled into bed, now laying down. He pulled the blanket further up your chest, fighting the urge to push a strand of hair behind your ear. Instead, he faltered and pulled his hand back. You stayed ignorant, so close to being lulled to sleep by the gentle purring of his chest. You were too drowsy to even realise it was coming from him.
"I should leave. You need rest."
There was no fighting back when he was already taking steps towards the window. He grinned at you, that cheeky look always fighting its way up front. You had no time to say 'thank you' as he climbed out of your window. The silence was almost saddening, but alas sleep was eating at your mind, and you were no stranger to succumbing to its persuasive mouth. You would simply have to thank him the next time he visited.
would you ever consider doing another hilson piece???
I keep rereading it i’m so obsessed
Absolutely!!! I feel so bad that I haven't uploaded anything in months. It's been insanely difficult. I'm working at my own pace on updating Clementine and finishing off some requests which do include two hilson pieces!!!
But for a bit of background of everything, my mum and I have just escaped from eight years of debilitating domestic abuse that essentially sucked the life out of the both of us. We're rediscovering ourselves and I'm rediscovering my writing while I'm job searching :) I dropped out of uni, and this as well as walking have been my getaways from the stress of being free. I felt like a caged bird for so long that I still feel those steel bars when I reach too far despite the freedom I hold. It's no excuse for my disappearance, but I hope it gives some context as to why I have done absolutely nothing for so long.
Summary: Work can be hard sometimes, so paying a little visit to your lover's is always a good way to fix your mood
Characters/Pairing: Hilson x GN! Reader, House x Reader, Wilson x Reader
Word Count: dw guys it'll be back soon!!
Warnings: Wilson practically has a heart attack, mention of blood, minor injuries, you are an EMT!! So all of my knowledge for that comes from a silly course i did when i was 16 >:)) I struggle to write for multiple characters still but I'll get there chat
A/N: This was originally @starchilll idea!!
Fluorescent lights dawned upon your grubby face. Warmth spread across your cheek, a dampness that you had only just realised had begun to drip down your neck. The faint ambience of rushing footsteps and chatter among doctors and their patients drowned out by the deafening silence that corrupted your mind. You had never seen Princeton Plainsboro hospital so busy since there was an outbreak of bacterial meningitis at a swimming competition.
Today's call was brutal. A pile up on the highway that led to many injured, including yourself, and one critically injured. Being the first line of defence meant getting your hands dirty. Soot, dried blood and dirt smudged across your face and hands did nothing to help with the distressing state that you looked. You were rather lucky that your injuries were only minor, a simple mistake of hitting your head just that little bit too hard on a car door. While it served for a pretty good icebreaker between you and the young girl stuck within the motionless vehicle, it certainly did not leave you feeling too great.
There was no need to truly get checked out. The build up of dirt and soot would just cause a panic among your few friends littered in the hospital, so instead your heavy feet found their way from the emergency room to the fluorescent halls. You didn't need to think as you made your way to the elevator, a smudge of crimson dirt on the buttons. It appeared you had left a trail, little hints that slowly led to the prize that was you.
A few rights and a sharp left down one of the longest hallways you had ever bared witness to, you finally stood in front of your destination. The faintest smile fell across your face, your hands reaching for the cold door handle that separated you from your lovers. Despite the situation, just the thought of seeing them was enough to calm your racing heart. The tense feeling in your jaw, the main cause of your pounding headache (other than the probable concussion), was slowly starting to dissipate as you relaxed. You turned the handle, hoping that both of them would be in the head of the diagnostic's office. If anything, it would be Wilson hounding House to come to the emergency room to help with the commotion.
And you were right.
You peeked through the crack of the door, carefully and slowly pushing the door open with the faintest creek of the metallic hinges. Wilson leant over House's desk, plans pressed flat against the grained wood staring intensely into the others blue eyes, while House just sat there with his ever knowing smirk. They were clearly mid way through a playful argument, but at the sound of the door opening their staring contest ended. House's gaze flickered up to you, eyes widening momentarily as he took in your somewhat disheveled state. Wilson on the other hand, was yet to realise that it was you who had stepped inside the office, quickly fixing his stature and tie that had been tugged down by the man sitting across from him. He cleared his throat, flustered and almost embarrassed at being caught in what he assumed to be a bit of an intimate predicament.
Yet, as he turned and finally faced the person standing in the door he choked up. This was his worst nightmare— you —injured and looking as if you had crawled out of the seven layers of hell with nothing but the shirt on your back. His heart stuttered and so did his words, stuck in his throat with that nauseous feeling. Wilson glanced at House who was mirroring his expression, although much less dramatic, to you who couldn't stop grinning like an idiot.
It started with that stupid grin spreading across your face before it turned into a fit of giggles. The shock of the situation had hit you, and god the look of panic on their faces was almost too funny.
"How are you laughing about this?"
Wilson was the first to speak, undoubtedly aching in his chest from how carefree you were acting. He rushed towards you, frantically cupping your warm cheeks with his palms and turning your face in various ways to make sure that the blood wasn't your own. The bruise forming in the edge of your hair line and a crack like split in your skin did nothing to help his flustered mess. He may have been an oncologist, consistently surrounded by the haunting grips of death, but that had never prepared him for the thought of losing the one so dear to him.
House was always more nonchalant. While he denied the way he acted on emotions, he was somehow more emotionally equipped to handle the situation. It wasn't the first time after all.
"Wilson, they're okay." He began, finally moving to stand from his chair, limp as prominent as ever. You always bugged him about using his cane properly, but he never seemed to listen. Your eyes darted from the man before you to the one limping over.
"What? I can't pay you two a visit when I'm on the job?" You hum, the warmth of Wilson's hands across your face doing nothing but ground you in the situation. Stitching the fallen pieces of your mind together with just warm palms and worried words. Yet, it almost seemed like he needed you more in this moment. If it wasn't for the firm embrace of House's hand on his shoulder, Wilson may have just dragged you to an MRI and forced you in. "I'm okay.. really. It was a rough call, I wanted to see you before I had to leave." A bittersweet smile fell across your face as you cut them off.
"Don't go back," the gruff voice of Gregory house, the one of reason and decisiveness was beckoning you in, staring with pleading eyes. The resonance between the two of you moved further beyond comprehension, lingering on fierce emotions that tugged at your heart's. How could you deny the men you loved so dearly. You would have to hope that your boss wouldn't cause you out longer than you would be curled in their arms.
"I'll need a doctor's note then.." you smiled softly. The confirmation of you staying with them caused Wilson to light up, desperate to make sure you were alright. And he did, forcing you too lounge on the arm chair that belonged to the diagnostician and carefully looking you over, a kiss placed on each scrape and bruise he found. Apparently there were quite a few on your lips...
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Compared to your house, Adrien's was the pure definition of ice. Since the sudden death of his mother when he was a child, his father had fallen into what he could only assume was a horrible depression. Obsessive with his work, Gabrielle failed to raise his son in a warm, loving environment, leaving Adrien to resort to his father's employees for comfort.
This afternoon was no different to any other.
"Will my father be having dinner with me tonight?" The blonde perked up a little when he saw Natalie. She was his lifeline in this sinking ship. At her soft frown and the gentle shake of her head, Natalie denied the teen. The guilt sunk deep in the woman's chest as she glanced down at her clipboard. "I'm sorry, Adrien. It looks like your father has a meeting all afternoon that will run late. I will... try and convince him to come down." She offered a sympathetic smile, but it did nothing to quiet the voice of guilt relaying in the back of her mind.
There was no way Natalie would ever risk the safety of Adrian. The secrets she held deep within her were two much for the young man to handle, almost too much for herself to handle. It was all the more reason to keep him, and his father separated. If Adrien were to ever learn the truth, the real person that his father was and the unfortunate motives behind his nature. Natalie knew it would destroy him.
Adrien sighed and tried to pass by with a fake smile and curt nod. "Thank you for trying, Natalie... I'll be in my bedroom. I'm not hungry anymore." Walking off to his undeniably large bedroom, Adrien paused by the image of his mother. Vibrant yellows and greens embraced her tall frame, enveloping the depiction of his late mother with nothing less than utter perfection. The older he got, the longer he lingered across her portrait to reminisce on memories he was never capable of making. He swept past and into his room, trying his hardest to distract himself from the disappointment and grief that clawed at his soul.
Plagg, as helpful as always, flew out from the uncomfortable spot within the boy's bag the second the door clicked shut. Greedy paws immediately reached for the smelly camembert just inside of Adrien's bedside drawer. He was mid-bite before his eyes finally caught on the poor boy's deep frown. The lines etched into his face despite his years of training as a model were the unfortunate manifestation of his furrowed brows and tense shoulders. Never being given the chance to have a true childhood, one full of wonder, left him undeniably stressed. With his modelling career, academic and extracurricular activities, alongside hero work and the addition of Clementine, Adrien found it harder to function. Sleep visited him once in a blue moon, yet still more than his father ever did. "Why worry about anything when you could be enjoying this?" The small creature carefully bounced the cheese in his tiny palm before swallowing it whole, "Besides, your dad is a piece of work!"
He wanted to believe Plagg. Afterall, no matter how rude it may have sounded, the kwami was right. His father was absent; his mother was dead. Only God knew where he would end up in the next few years once his burn out reached the public. Slipping the strap of his bag off his shoulder, Adrien did nothing to stop it from slumping to the floor, letting the contents spill. A textbook, lip balm, and the notes he still needed to send you had spread across his floor.
With a sigh, he spoke. "He's still my father, Plagg. I have no choice about what I do... not yet at least." He flashed that weak smile, so forced that the feline kwami cringed. Not expecting his friend to understand he moved to his bed, pulling his phone out as he fell backwards onto the plush mattress. It didn't matter how soft or warm it really was, it always felt cold and lonely. His attention turned to his phone, ignoring whatever Plagg muttered after he sighed.
It read 6:09pm.
1 missed call from Nino, 5+ texts from Chloe and 1 text from you.
'Thank you for dropping me off earlier :))'
It was simple and friendly, but God, did it do wonders to his heart.
Although the two of you had only been friends for a month, he couldn't help but feel some sort of familiar ambience whenever he was around you. You were the epitome of comfort. You were the vines that complimented a rusted gate; a breath of fresh air compared to his repetitive facade. Adrien almost believed that you could see through the feigned light of his eyes directly into his burdened soul.
But... that's what friends were like, right?
Sure, when he spoke to Nino it was never like this. His heart didn't flutter; his palms didn't grow sweaty, and he certainly did not forget how to act sensibly. So, what was it about you that was different...
He would leave that for another day. Instead, he unlocked his phone and finally called you. Texting would have been easier, especially considering the time, but he was tired and longed to hear your voice just one more time before he succumbed to sleep. The phone rang once, then twice, and then a third time.
"Adrien?"
And there you were.
"Hello? Are you there..?" The gentle buzz of your voice flickering through his phone finally pulled him from his admiration. His eyes widened momentarily, and he swallowed hard, quietly clearing his through. "Uh- hey! You told me to call you when I'm home and... I'm home now?" Adrien could already hear Plagg snickering from the other side of the room. He truly needed to pull himself together.
His embarrassment began to dissipate when he heard the soft laughter fall from your lips. He could only hope it was a good thing. He was proven correct as you spoke again. You thanked him gently for helping you earlier and taking you home, hearing the soft smile in your voice. "It's the weekend tomorrow," you hummed, "If you're free we could hang out." Your offer was completely innocent, but the blonde boy couldn't help but wish for it to be something else.
He shook his head. His father wouldn't allow this, but maybe if he could single out his bodyguard or Natalie, they might just help him sneak off for at least an hour by himself. "That sounds great. I'll give you those notes tomorrow as well!" His mood immediately picked up, yet at the sound of a clatter across the line and your muttered cursing, a flicker of concern washed through him. He wanted to ask if everything was alright, but he already figured out the answer a week ago.
Adrien was yet to know the full story on what happened earlier between you and Chloe. Although it was in no way your fault, you felt somewhat guilty if he found out. From what you'd learnt in the short time of being his friend, Chloe was one of the few people he had kept around form his childhood. It may have been out of just a simple alliance between their parents, but it was still more than anything else he had ever been gifted with.
Adrien was a pretty observant person, especially since he had become Chat Noir. Hero work was hard, the least it could do was give some decent traits. It didn't take much observation to notice the ever-growing shakiness in your hands, the constant battle of fatigue that seemed to drain more energy than walking up those damned stairs, let alone the grimace of pain with every step you took. In a way, you almost reminded him of Clementine. He may not have liked the hero, but he still paid a rather close amount of attention to them. The support hero had a similar tremor to them, yet it was much more subtle. There was no grimace of pain, no limping, only the slight shake in their palm when their miraculous began to drain its own energy.
"I'm sorry, Adrien," You sighed, "I really need to go..." The smile that once graced your face had turned into a small frown. Adrien nodded despite knowing you couldn't see him and simply agreed. There was an awkward silence.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" The blond asked, his eyes shutting as he finally let his shoulders sink into the bed. If anything, he was kind of glad that the call was short. Sleep was calling him, but he still needed some energy to go patrol later that night.
"Mhm, tomorrow." You smiled.
By the time you had hung up, Adrien was already eyes shut and resting in the comfort of his bed. You on the other hand could only stair at the mess on your desk. Water had spilt across your books, keyboard and onto a few random bits and pieces. Cece eyed you from across the room, the typically happy kwami having nothing but pure concern etched across her face. Before she could even speak up you flashed that gentle smile, trying to deny the frustration bubbling under the surface. "It's fine.. I am okay, and this is completely fine." You whisper.
You didn't mean to drop it. It was just one cup half full, and you had dropped it. It wasn't normal for there to be that much weakness in your hands and wrists, but you supposed that was just what happened when you overworked yourself. Cece couldn't help but try and assist you in cleaning up, flying over with the box of tissues that you kept beside your bed. "I'm sure everything will be fine! You'll go to sleep and tomorrow will be a better day!" Her cheerfulness was somewhat infectious. Although you didn't respond and simply went to soaking up the cold water, Cece could sense that her words did you some good. You hated pity. Hearing the good and bad 'what ifs?' became boring, but when it came to your sweetheart of a Kwami you found a sense of comfort.
Her small paw found its way on top of your hand. A silent conversation occurred, a gentle dismissal to bed and offer to finish cleaning for you. You silently thanked her with a ruffle of her fur, watching as she leaned into your palm. You said your good nights and crawled into bed, resting your head against your pillow. You struggled to fall asleep, instead just lying against your bed and watching the shadows crawl across the ceiling.
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A/n: its not much but I did promise a little teaser earlier >:))) We're finally getting a proper glimpse at Adrien and his relationships!!
Adrien paused by the image of his mother. Vibrant yellows and greens embraced her tall frame, enveloping the depiction of his late mother with nothing less than utter perfection. The older he got, the longer he lingered across her portrait to reminisce on memories he was never capable of making. He swept past and into his room, trying his hardest to distract himself from the disappointment and grief that clawed at his soul.
Plagg, as helpful as always, flew out from the uncomfortable spot within the boy's bag the second the door clicked shut. Greedy paws immediately reached for the smelly camembert just inside of Adrien's bedside drawer. He was mid-bite before his eyes finally caught on the poor boy's deep frown. The lines etched into his face despite his years of training as a model were the unfortunate manifestation of his furrowed brows and tense shoulders. Never being given the chance to have a true childhood, one full of wonder, left him undeniably stressed.
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This reminds me of the time that me and my friend were in year 11 biology. We were dissecting fish and she picked them up, guts hanging out of the poor sardines and made them kiss 😭😭
Does anyone want a teaser for the next chapter of Clementine??? I've been working away at it all night and I feel bad for not posting about it in so long 😭
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can I PLS PLS PLS have Nam-gyu headcannons for meeting you in the games???
Summary: Nam-gyu meeting you in the games
Characters: Nam-gyu x AMAB!reader
Word Count: I have no way to check rn 😭
Warnings: drugs, Nam-gyu, murder/death, injuries
A/n: I took creativer liberties since there were no specifics 🫡🫡 TYSM ANON FOR SENDING THIS CAUSE GOTTA BE SO RELA I LVOE NAM-GYU
First of all, let's be so real, he knows he's kinda fruity, but also he's soooo in denial
You catch him staring during down time between games. It's nothing serious, but you send him a sharp squint. You weren't there to make friends. You were there because of an endless debt that drained your cash flow
God, he couldn't handle the way you looked at him... That glare was doing more things than one, and if he had to be honest with himself he wanted nothing more than to find out exactly who you are
It isn't until the fight in the bathroom that you officially meet
After all of those shy glances and interesting looks you're surprised to find your first proper introduction to be with Nam-gyu's arm thrown over your shoulders
He's limping and groaning with each step, a fork jabbed into his bloody thigh
"You need to quiet down... They find out you're injured, you're the next to die.." you whisper to him as you usher him to your bunk
He's got his head down, barely meeting your eyes when he finally forces himself to settle
"fuck—" his breath hitches, "just get the fucking think outta my leg—"
And you do.
You pull it out and he downs another pill, denying any sight of the hot tears that had fallen down his cheeks at the pain. Who were you to judge anyway? You barely scraped out of there with your life
Wasn't your problem anymore, but god just how vulnerable he looked and how kind he was to you was bleeding through your tough exterior
"stay with me in the next game... I'll help you."
Your offer was too good, but he couldn't
"m fine by myself... that fucking mg coins gonna get it.."
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You asked for ideas I am here to deliver what was in my mind <3
reader is also a doctor or a nurse at the hospital but none of house's team know that reader is dating him and wilson (only cuddy knows of that the three of them are a thing)
Person A in the team sees reader and wilson being suspiciously close
Person B sees reader and house
both think house and Wilson are cheating and reader is a homewrecker except for Person C who saw same things as both person A and B and they think reader is unaware of house and wilson dating
So they're all trying to figure out how to confront you (silly shenanigans)(choose whoever you want for the team)(all of them are so smart and so stupid /j)(house is aware of what's going on and says nothing)(cuddy is surprised how they get anything done when they're so focused on snooping around)(reader and wilson have no idea)
OR good old surprise visit at job from reader, where reader works somewhere else but they get into an accident (they look awful, but somehow only got like a minor injury nothing serious) and get transported to their boyfriends' hospital for a check up (I keep forgetting it's stupid name) and after being discharged they go to house's office to see their boyfriends with a stupid smile on their face still covered in blood and dirt like "hiiiii :D" (they give them a small heart attack cuz they look like they just dug out from a grave but it's okay they're fine)
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Summary: House's little ducklings aren't entirely sure what your relationship with House and Wilson are.
Characters/pairings: Hilson x reader, House x reader, Wilson x reader, House x Wilson
Warnings: suspected infidelity, the ducklings are so smart, yet so fucking stupid, House deserves his own warning, mention that reader wears lip tint however overall gender neutral :))
Word Count: maybe 1k ish??
A/n: HELLO I ASKED AND YOU DELIVERED (I'm literally so excited, like wagging my tail, jumping up and down!!!!). I'm gonna get to that other idea as soon as possible to cause I love them both sm 🙏🙏 I took a tiny bit of creative liberties with how each person finds the situation since I got a little confused 😭 AND I TRIED TO KEEP THIS AS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE FOR YOU!!! I'll have male readers coming soon!!!
It all started on a random Friday afternoon. Between checking up on your last few patients and finally clocking out of the nurse's station, the warm hand of a certain oncologist found its way to the small of your back.
"Done for the day?" A whisper brushed across your ear, a small smile gracing your face as you finally turned to look at the brunette behind you. Wilson always saw through your brave facade, often being your rock in times of need. He was much better at comfort than House was, and maybe that was part of the reason you were so drawn to him to begin with.
"Mhm.." You hummed in response, nodding your head ever so slightly. After a twelve hour day shift, dealing with multiple vomiting patients and a rude old man, there was nothing more that you needed than the gentle touch of your lover. "Drive me home?" A mischievous glint flickered through your eyes, a tell-tale sign of your need for the other. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed a gentle pink. "Oh.. oH—" Wilson grinned, "Yes— of course, lovey.." His fingers snaked up, squeezing your waist.
Instinctively leaning into his touch, your hand brushed against the collar of his white shirt, fixing the small crease. He tensed under your touch, an obvious tension between the two.
"I missed you.." you whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his collar. The peach lip tint transferred onto his colour, staining the fabric with an almost perfect image of your lips. It did nothing to help his hands tightening around your waist. "Really?" Wilson hummed, dipping his head to lean his forehead against yours.
Little did the couple know of the neurologist and immunologist watching them from afar.
Not many knew of the relationship you two shared. Albeit, Cuddy, the other nurses at your station and, of course, your other grumpy boyfriend, House, knew, but that was the extent of it. It wasn't something you planned on flaunting around. It wasn't anyone's business what the three of you did behind closed doors, so long as it didn't interrupt your work it was deemed rightful. Perhaps that was why two of Houses' little ducklings stood just around the corner, peeking around as if they were some teenage detectives finding an important piece to their case.
This wasn't the first time Cameron and Foreman had seen you awfully close to Wilson, however this was the first time they had seen the two interact romantically. They shared an awkward look; a silent conversation wondering if they were truly witnessing the same things. This also wasn't the first time Cameron had seen you so close to one for the doctors that she worked with.
Not even a week ago she found you in the head of diagnostic's embrace, your head buried in the crook of his neck and lips just brushing against his collarbone. You seem to fit as perfectly as a completed puzzle. It left the poor brunette so confused, especially when she had assumed that no one else could ever reach beneath the man's cold exterior. Yet, here you were, gentle and forgiving as your hand trailed under his back, nails scratching his skin in a comforting manner. Everything that she wished she could be for him had blossomed within you.
Foreman was the first to speak. "Wilson knows he's dating House.. right?" It came out a little amused, although mainly shocked. Who would ever think that James Wilson would cheat on his boyfriend? Cameron's eyes widened, the shock never leaving her face. Surely this wasn't right, they had to have been seeing this out of context!
Except... you kissed him.
You were the one to initiate.
It left them both bewildered, with Foreman assuming that you knew nothing and poor Cameron assuming that you were taking advantage of the two doctors and knowingly leading them on.
Not too far from where the two ducklings were hiding, stood Chase. He had witnessed the scene before them and it hardly phased him one bit. He certainly didn't think it was right, but who was he to get in between the gritty cracks of his boss's relationship? It wasn't his style, not when they were all typically on thin ice.
It had been a week of seeing your casual flirting with the two, yet no one had seen you together. Cuddy had noticed almost immediately the discourse that ensued between House's employees, cursing silently as the wreaked havoc attempting to confront you on your home wrecking infidelity. You barely noticed. Being a nurse was hard work and left you constantly on your feet, leaving you utterly exhausted and susceptible to coercion from the ducklings.
The next day rolled around rather quickly. Foreman, Chase and Cameron all seemed to stick around you whether you liked it or not. Noticing your exhaustion, Chase (who was somehow now roped into the situation) had convinced you to draw blood for their patient, claiming that his veins were blown, yet when you walked in and did it with ease, the door locked behind you.
Confusion etched across your face, your head snapping up as you placed the pass vial of drawn blood in its little metallic tray. "What's this for?" You managed to speak up through a yawn, not necessarily threatened by the three. You knew of your antics, as anyone did. It was rather well known in your department what House was like and there was no doubt that his ducklings were beginning to pick up on those habits.
"How are you so casual?" Cameron was the first to speak after you, "You're ruining their relationship! You're quite literally getting in between them—" she was cut off.
"Cameron! They might not know.." Foreman butted in, although the look on his face wasn't hopeful as his eyes fell on you. Chase however, was just as wide eyed as he usually was. "Look, we're not here to accuse you of cheating or breaking them up, we're just asking for you to leave House and Wilson alone," he began, "We're finally getting a break from House, if he finds out Wilson is cheating on him, then it will ruin him and we'll be the ones getting punished."
His reason was sound. It didn't make sense why you were beginning to smile, let alone cackling like a hyena.
"What?" You stammered over your words momentarily, one hand on the patient's rolling table before you doubled over and continued to laugh. It caught the attention of the nurses and doctors outside. However one doctor in particular looked more satisfied than any other. House was watching the whole interaction from outside, flagging Wilson down in the hall and gesturing for him to watch. The poor brunette looked mortified as he watched the situation play out.
Did people really think they were cheating?
You shook your head. "I'm not cheating or home wrecking with anyone—"
"But—" Cameron tried to intervene, yet this time you were the one to cut her off.
"Yes, I kiss Wilson, and yes, I kiss House. That's what people in a relationship do." Your words weren't harsh, just full of blatant amusement. Your laughing had turned into a soft chuckle. "It's none of your business what we do in our relationship, which is why we never told anyone."
Their poor look of shock and shame simply made you shake your head, your eye catching on the two men watching. "Now, if you'll excuse me. My boyfriends are waiting for me in the hallway to go home." You excuse yourself, sliding the glass door open after unlocking it and immediately walking to your lover's. Seeing House's amused look only caused you to shake your head.
"He knew the whole time, didn't he?" Wilson pointed out with that slight shocked yet perplexed look he wore whenever House did something outlandish. You simply nodded, taking their free hands and tugging them away.
"We're stopping by Cuddy's office. She owes me twenty," House announced, only to hear yours and Wilson's sigh of defeat. Of course he'd bet on their relationship.
Summary: Being House's controversially young girlfriend
Characters/Pairing: House x fem!Reader
Word Count: idk yet guys 😭
Warnings: It's House, that should be a warning by itself
A/N: sorry it's taken me so long to get back to everything!!! I feel like it's worth mentioning that even tho the reader is seen as naturally attractive, it doesn't automatically make them skinny!! This can be read from any perspective :))
Walking through the hospital with such determination as yours always led to a few stray eyes falling on yourself. You were young, early twenties with a body as precious as gold. You were simply a sight to drink in, and boy did House drink you in.
You met at a bar. It was maybe noon and yet you were happy to sit next to him as he wallowed in his own self pity, finding amusement in the way his eyes constantly drifted to your lower lip. He was sharp with his words, yet you were so undeniably sweet and smooth. A breath of fresh air compared to the pain he endured. It wasn't long before you'd given him your number, claiming that you wouldn't want him to get 'too lost after staring in your eyes for so long'. Was it cringey? Yes.. but you didn't care. He was hot, lonely and you were going to fix him.
He knew you were coming before you even stepped through the door, the familiar thump of your falling feet and the smell of floral perfume was enough for him to recognise you. He'd spent countless nights with his nose pressed against the nape of your neck, inhaling that sickly sweet scent as if it were a drug, because to him it was. The addiction, while still focused on vicodin, was beginning to tunnel vision on you. Your soft hair, the gentle curve of your body, plush touch of your skin and god forbid, that jasmine and coconut lotion you used during winter even graced his senses. You were his undoing.
The amount of eyes on you almost doubled the second you opened that glass door. Your lover's silly ducklings all turning to face you with a clueless expression. Foreman didn't seem shocked, yet Cameron was wide eyed and Chase couldn't seem to shut his mouth.
"You must be one expensive hooker if you're that pretty and putting up with House." The blonde spoke.
Your eyes widened and for a second you almost thought of knocking some sense into the Australian idiot. However, you held back and decided to play along. If anything, your boyfriend was getting some amusement out of it.
"Oh, you're most certain with that one," You glanced at the name on his coat, "Dr. Chase, is it?"
Chase's gawking turned into a squint. Who were you? The other two didn't speak, only exchanging confused and somewhat grossed out glances while you turned to put your attention on House.
"Would you please tell them the truth?" Even if he didn't, you would always end up explaining it.
"If I did, this wouldn't be as fun." Gregory almost feigned a fake pout, bouncing his overly large tennis ball in one hand. Your scowl turned into that pretty smile he loved too much. There was no doubt that he had grown soft around you.
It seemed as though something had clicked within the ducklings, the gears slowly beginning to turn in their heads before their little light bulb turned on. Cameron, still shocked, couldn't believe that House would go for someone so... controversially young and beautiful. It was as if God had punished him in so many aspects of life, that he just had to reward him with the most perfect of mankind. You made his days better and his nights easier to sleep through.
It didn't take much longer for House to usher his ducklings from the office with a wave of his hand and demand of tests on their latest patient, leaving just you and him.
"I missed you."
You were the first to speak, your footsteps slow as you made your way towards his desk. Leaning over the object, you couldn't help but place a gentle peck to his lips. The half of a smile that sprouted across his lips was enough to make you feel accomplished.
"Mhm.. Keep telling yourself that, love." He hummed, the older man reaching across to caress your cheek with his calloused hands. While he stayed teasing, you knew under his strung up exterior that he missed you too.
