robert x dispatcher reader who works with the "top" heroes at their branch (in comparison to the z-team being considered the bottom) and the reader is super sweet and their team works like a well oiled machine! ...until they overhear one of their heroes talking badly about either robert or one of the z-teamers and immediately they drop the niceness and get in the hero's face like a drill sargent, making them eventually apologize. there's a reason their team works as well as they do, because their dispatcher doesn't fuck around.
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you have been one of the only genuine honest and kindest dispatchers left in SDN. you worked your way up not by cheating, but by showing effort, dedication and integrity. that’s what makes a hero, no matter what your past is everyone needs to focus on who they want to be now. that’s why you’re a pretty big help when it comes to the Z-team, and helping the new dispatcher.
you try to be patient, being nice to others doesn’t cost a thing, but to hear other members apart of your own team disrespecting the Z-team because they all used to be villains? and don’t even mention robert, the way your head did a easy 360 to hear what your teammates were saying. one whispered, “i heard some of them target each other just to get their points up.” the other snickered before following along “do they get golden stickers or something? don’t even get me started on their dispatcher, he looks like a genuine drug addict.” the two laughed before you made your way over, a strained smile on your face. “heeey guys! what are we talking about?” you tilt your head, the two members quickly look at you with shocked expression. “oh uh, nothing important don’t worry.”
the way you dropped the nice person act caused the two of their stomachs to drop. they watched as your smiles was stripped away as you pulled your hand down from the wave. you cleared your throat before speaking; “alright listen here you selfish-egotistic-pure bred hero freaks. you think that just because your on a higher status compared to others means you get to shit on people who you think are lower then you? you’re going to go down, find the dispatcher you were currently shitting on just now and apologize to his face. i may be in debt but i try and do good around here, but i swear i hope your debt eats you til’ the day you die.” you breathed heavily as you watched the two nod in fear, before one of them nervously spoke up; “im sorry but.. what debt?”
“college debt.”
the two heroes started up at you in fear before slowly making their way downstairs to the lower levels. you made sure to find robert later and ask about his day, trying to see if he’d tell you anything. “yeah these two heroes came over to me during my lunch break, something about apologizing for talking shit about me? i couldn’t remember i just remember seeing their terrified expressions like someone was forcing them to apologize.. wonder who.” he hummed, you nod and offered him a kind smile. “maybe they just felt bad?” robert chuckled and shakes his head, “no they were definitely threatened. maybe by blazer or someone, anyways i hope they learn from that experience.” robert shrugged before bidding you goodbye. you had this kind and loving aura surrounding you, there was no way robert would’ve suspected you had something to do with it; and you wanted to keep it that way.
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“anyways so after the two hero’s left i had to put up a few stars on invisigals board, everyones been doing good so i reward each member with a golden sticker.”
sweet!reader who… loves to bake and brings baked goods over to the er regularly. she hasn’t told anyone this but ever since jack told her her cupcakes were his favorite she’s been making them more often, just for him.
sweet!reader who… smells like a bakery, notes of sweet vanilla and caramel following her everywhere she goes. trinity once said that she smelled like a cupcake, making it one of her many nicknames for her.
sweet!reader who… always wears bright colors and has the best style at the PTMC (no one gave her that title but she still thinks it’s true). she also always has her nails done. she has short nails considering she’s working at a hospital but she always has them decorated in fun and colorful designs.
sweet!reader who… is a nurse and loves her job more than anything. despite the hardships of working in the er, she always has a positive and bubbly attitude. everyone thought she was too optimistic, or too happy to last a day at the PTMC, but she proved everyone wrong. her positive attitude makes everyone feel stable and at home in such an overwhelming environment.
sweet!reader who… has the sweetest and bubbliest personality anyone at the er has seen. she’s generous, kind, caring and always looking out for others. her personality combined with her baking skills makes her everyones favorite.
sweet!reader who… gained the nicknames sweetheart and bubbles because of her bright personality.
sweet!reader whos… playlists usually consist of songs from artists like madonna, britney spears, ariana grande, beyoncé, sabrina carpenter, clairo and many more. her friends call her a “the pop princess” because that’s basically all she listens to. music also really has an effect on her mood, listening to happy pop music instantly puts her in a good mood. this is why she’s bumping music in her headphones at all times.
sweet!reader who… spends her free time (besides baking) watching her favorite shows and movies. she’s obsessed with movies and shows from the 2000s and 90s. her favorite shows are f.r.i.e.n.d.s and the oc. she also loves cheesy romcoms, like an unhealthy amount. her favorite has to be “how to lose a guy in 10 days”.
sweet!reader who… trinity once said reminded her of cat valentine, partly because of her personality but mainly because she had the same hair color as cat when she first started at the PTMC. after a few months she dyed it back to black, although she misses the red sometimes.
sweet!reader who… has struggled her whole life with people misunderstanding her. people often mistaken her as dumb because of her personality. the truth is she just lives in her own little world sometimes and she’s actually way smarter than she may seem.
sweet!reader who… has had a crush on Jack since her first day, but never did anything about it because she knows they’ll never happen. she’s worked at the PTMC for a year and her crush keeps growing, despite her knowing nothing’s gonna happen.
sweet!reader who.. can’t help but get flustered whenever Jack’s around and always fumbles over her words. Jack hasn’t told her, but he finds it adorable. It’s almost like he tries to make her more flustered on purpose, invading her personal space, keeping intense eye contact and giving small touches to her back or her arm when he walks past.
sweet!reader who… is oblivious to Jacks actions but everyone else at the PTMC can tell. everyone is just keeping their mouths shut, (although they have a betting pool on how long it would take for them to get together but neither of them know about it).
imagine sweet shy reader interviewing 40s bucky and steve and bucky keeps on flirting with reader, making filthy eye contact enjoying how flustered she gets, and then dragging her back to show her what he can actually do muahahahah
Showing You What He Can Do » 40s Bucky Barnes
Pairings: 40s Bucky Barnes x Journalist!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky enjoys making you become flustered as he flirts with you during an interview and then he shows you what he can do.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, sweet!reader, shy!reader, Bucky being a huge flirt like he always is, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names
A/N: @quantumwindstranger thank you for the lovely request🩵
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @fucky-barnes82 / divider made by me
GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
You needed to interview soldiers for a newspaper article. Steve and Bucky volunteered to be the two soldiers for the newspaper. The whole time you were interviewing them, Bucky was flirting with you. He smirks to himself, loving how flustered you get when he’s flirting with you and complimenting you. He was biting his bottom lip in a flirtatious way and gives you “fuck me” eyes. It’s like he was trying to undress you with his eyes. That made you even more flustered than you already are.
“Thank- Thank you guys so much for- for taking time out of your busy day to let me interview you.” You say with stutters.
Bucky smirks as he watches blush creep up on your cheeks.
“I hope to see you really soon, doll. Really soon.” Bucky says flirtatiously, but also a sultry tone as he walks out of the room with Steve.
You watched him leave the room, your gaze wandering a few seconds longer than it should have. You cleared your throat before packing your notebook and pen away in your bag. As you were walking down the hallway, you yelped when a hand grabs your arm and pulls you into a storage room. You were about to fight back when you realized it was just Bucky.
“Oh- Oh- Sergeant Barnes.” You stuttered.
“Call me Bucky, doll.” Bucky almost whispers.
Bucky pins you against a shelf. Your heart began to race. You stared deeply in his blue eyes as he gently cups your cheek with one hand while the other hand was on the shelf next to your head.
“I’m going to show you what I can do.” He says softly.
“O-Ok.” You stuttered.
Bucky kisses you, softly at first and then it gets heated by the second. Your bag falls out of your hand and you grasp on to the jacket of his Army uniform, pulling him closer to you if it’s even possible. Bucky moves his lips down to your neck, marking you up before sinking down to his knees. He moves your dress up above your hips, revealing your panties to him. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs and puts them in his pocket.
“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.” Bucky says softly.
You spread your legs just enough for Bucky to get in between them. He places soft kisses on your inner thighs as he works his way up to your pussy. A shiver went through your body when you felt his breath on your slick pussy.
“Is all of this for me?” He asks softly.
You opened your mouth to answer him, but a moan left your lips when his fingers rubs your clit in a few slow circles.
“Yes!” You finally say.
Bucky puts one of your legs on his shoulder and began to eat you out like a starved man. One of your hands held onto the shelf to keep yourself from falling and your other hand was covering your mouth to muffle your moans.
“Let me hear those pretty moans.” Bucky says.
You took your hand off of your mouth, moaning out for Bucky. The sound of your moans went straight to his cock.
“You taste as sweet as you look.” He says, almost moaning against your pussy.
You reached your free hand down to grab onto his soft dark brown hair, tugging on the strands as he ate you out. Bucky moans against you the more you tug on his hair.
“You like that, don’t you, babydoll? Oh, I know you do.” Bucky says in a soft cooing voice.
“Yes!” You moaned.
Blush crept up on your cheeks when you moaned out loud, but at the same time, you don’t care that anyone outside of the room hears what you and Bucky are doing. Bucky doesn’t care if anyone hears you two either. He wants them to hear you. He wants them to know who’s making you feel this good.
That’s when Bucky did something that caught you off guard. He slides two fingers in your pussy, fucking you with them as his tongue flicked at your clit. Your fingers tighten their grip on his hair. Your hips bucked against his face when he curls his fingers, hitting that one spot inside of you.
“Ah fuck!” You moaned in a whiny voice.
“Did I find your little spot, doll face?” Bucky asks softly.
“Mhmm, yes!” You moaned and nodded.
Bucky’s fingers continue to hit that one spot inside of you each time he curls his fingers. His tongue never stops licking at your clit in a motion. Between his fingers fucking your pussy and his tongue working its magic on your clit, you’re going to cum pretty soon. Pretty soon as in any second. You’re just about there. You can feel it. Bucky could sense it by the way your pussy was squeezing his fingers.
“You gonna cum for me, babydoll?” He asks in a cooing voice.
“Yes! I- fuck! Please!” You moaned.
“Cum for me, gorgeous. Make a mess on my face.” He says huskily.
You leaned your head back against one of the shelves, your mouth falling agape as a moan tore from your mouth. Bucky’s fingers and tongue never stopped their movements as you came, soaking his face. Then he finally removes his fingers from your pussy and gave your pussy one last lick before standing up and kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his lips.
Bucky’s hands quickly got to work on unbuckling his belt, along with unbuttoning and unzipping his uniform pants. He pulls his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. He grasps onto the backs of your thighs and picks you up, pinning you against the shelf once again and wrapping your legs around his waist. You moaned when his cock touches your pussy.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, doll face?” Bucky asks softly as he lines his cock at your entrance.
“Y-Yes.” You stuttered shyly.
Bucky pushes his cock inside of you. Your mouth fell agape and you leaned your head back against the shelf when you felt how big he is. His tip alone stretched your pussy. It stings, but at the same time, it feels good.
“You’re so big!” You blurted out.
Your face turned red and you covered your mouth with your hand right after you said that. You felt yourself becoming even more shy than you were when you met him this morning.
“I want to hear those pretty noise you make for me.” Bucky says, taking your hand off of your mouth.
Your mouth fell agape, soft moans leaving your lips as his cock slides deep inside of you. You leaned your head back against the shelf.
“There we go.” He praises when he’s balls deep inside of you. “I’m going to make you feel so good, doll face.” He says.
Bucky wraps one arm around your waist firmly while his free hand is placed on your thigh. You put your hands on Bucky’s shoulders. His thrusts started off slow and then sped up within seconds. His thrusts are relentless and deep. The shelf hit the wall with each thrust. People who are on the outside of the room you and Bucky are fucking in looked at the locked door with an eyebrow raised as they heard moans and the shelf hitting the wall as they walked by.
“B-Bucky, they can hear us.” You stuttered and moaned.
“I don’t care. Let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” Bucky says.
You gasped at his words, but at the same time, it made you want more.
“More please! More!” You begged.
It’s like all of the shyness left your body in that moment as you were begging for more.
“You want more, huh? What happened to the shy girl who was interviewing me and Steve earlier, huh?” Bucky asks with a cocky smirk on his face.
You whined, all of the shyness returning. Bucky chuckles as blush creeps up on your face.
“There she is. There’s my shy girl.” He coos.
You hide your face against his shoulder, but he gently pulls your head up so you’re making eye contact with him.
“Eyes on me, babydoll.” He says.
Bucky watches as your eyes looked at his lips. He took that as a sign that you wanted him to kiss you. The kiss was a mixture of hunger and heat. Your hands found their way to his head, carding your fingers through his soft dark brown hair. You occasionally tugged on his hair, which made him moan against your lips.
Then one of Bucky’s hands found its way to your clit, giving it a flick with his thumb. You gasped and arched yourself against him. Bucky chuckles deeply at your reaction. His finger began rubbing your clit in a fast circular motion.
“B-Bucky!” You squeaked out a moan.
“Yea, you like this, don’t you, doll? You like it when I play with your little clit?” Bucky says dirtily.
“Y-Yes! Oh god, yes!” You moaned.
Bucky’s dirty words got to you and made you want him even more. His fingers rubbing your clit made your orgasm build up a bit quicker than your first one. Bucky felt your legs shaking against his sides. That told him that you’re going to cum soon.
“You gonna cum, babydoll?” Bucky asks in a cooing voice.
“Mhmm, y-yes.” You replied.
“Cum for me, gorgeous. I’m right there too.” He says softly in your ear.
Your mouth fell agape, a pornographic moan of his name leaving your mouth. Your head fell back against the shelf and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his cock.
“God damn. You’re fucking soaked.” Bucky says lowly, referring to how hard you came on his cock.
Bucky’s thrusts never faltered for a second. After a few more thrusts, he cums inside of you, stilling his hips against you.
“Fuck…” Bucky breathes.
You two stayed in that position for a moment before he pulls his softened cock out of your cum filled pussy and gently puts you down on your feet. You pulled your dress back down. Bucky pulls his pants back up while you stood there, waiting for him to give your panties back to you.
“Sergeant Barnes, can I have my panties back?” You asked shyly.
“Nope.” Bucky answers, popping the P. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum dripping out of your pretty pussy.” He says dirtily.
Blush crept up on your cheeks at the thought of Bucky’s cum dripping out of your pussy.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, doll face. You weren’t shy when I had my cock in your pussy.” He says with a smirk.
Your breath hitches. Then you bent down to pick up your bag. Bucky gives your ass a smack, making you gasp. He grabs your arm and pulls you back to him as you reached for the doorknob, giving you a filthy kiss that left you wanting more.
“Come find me when you publish that article so we can celebrate.” Bucky says softly.
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” You almost whispered.
You opened the door and walked out of the room, looking down at the floor to avoid everyone’s gaze on you and Bucky. Bucky, on the other hand, had a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“You didn’t.” Steve says as he walks over to him.
“Oh, but I did and it’s not going to be the last time.” Bucky says with that same smug smirk on his face.
if ur taking requests i would love a blurb or smth about gregory house dating a reader who is too sweet for their own good, maybe they stop by the office at lunch and everyone is like who is this angel and why are they with house
Ok, this one was a hard one because honestly I had a hard time trying to imagine a scenary that would fit someone sweet to be House's soulmate (In my head, he had to be paired up with someone just as sarcastic -and maybe also a pain in the ass). When I finally figure the sceneraio I just couldn't help but mix completly the time line because the characters I need were the original team but I also wannted so much to do a iconic sentence said by Wilson so... you see this incredible and, hopefully very funny, piece.
Too Sweet
Sumary: Gregory House never expected to meet someone who could tolerate him, let alone scold him, calm him and make him… smile.
Word count: 1617
Read at AO3 | Masterlist | Masterpost
Wilson froze mid-step.
Through the glass wall of House’s office, he saw something that made his brain short-circuit.
House was smiling.
Not the cruel, corner-of-the-mouth smirk he reserved for human suffering, but an actual, soft, dare-he-say-it fond smile. And he was directing it at a woman.
She stood in front of him, sunlight catching on the twirling hem of her light-pink dress. Her hands moved as she talked expressive, animated, completely at ease. House was listening. Listening. And not once had he rolled his eyes.
Wilson blinked hard. “What. In. The. Actual. Hell?”
Cuddy joined him at the glass, eyebrows arched. “Is he… being polite?”
“I think so,” Wilson said, voice strangled. “Unless I’m hallucinating. Which, honestly, would be a relief.”
“That’s House’s girlfriend,” came a voice from behind them.
They turned to see Foreman, arms crossed, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. Chase and Cameron flanked him, both watching the scene with morbid fascination.
“You’re lying,” Cuddy said flatly.
“Wish I were,” Foreman replied. “We don’t get it either.”
Chase shrugged. “He mentioned meeting someone while jogging, but when his pain came back, I figured that ended like everything else in his life. Tragically and with excessive Vicodin.”
“You know House,” Cameron added gently. “He doesn’t talk about his personal life. Ever.”
Wilson was still staring through the glass. “No. No, this isn’t possible. I would’ve known. He would’ve told me.” He squinted. “Are you sure she’s not a…”
“Don’t,” Cuddy warned.
“Hooker?”
Foreman rolled his eyes. “Does she look like a hooker to you?”
“She’s a teacher,” Cameron offered. “For kids. I overheard him on the phone the other day.”
Wilson’s jaw dropped. “Children? She teaches children? And dates House? That’s just…”
“Impossible?” Chase supplied.
“Reprehensible,” Wilson muttered. Then, snapping upright: “I’m going in.”
“Wilson, don’t…” Cuddy began, but it was too late.
House didn’t look up when the door burst open. The woman jumped slightly, spinning around.
“Oh!” she said, startled. Then, she smiled so brightly it could’ve lit the entire diagnostics department. “Hi there!”
Wilson blinked. She was all soft edges and kindness. Wide kind eyes, warm tone, the kind of person who apologized to inanimate objects after bumping into them.
He recovered quickly and extended his hand. “Hi, I’m James Wilson. House’s best friend. So nice to finally meet you. He’s spoken so much about you.”
The oncologist shot a sideways glance at the diagnostician. Anyone who truly knew him would recognize that Wilson’s tone was dripping with sarcasm, but she didn’t catch it.
House rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
The woman, however, beamed. “Oh, that’s so sweet! He talks about you all the time, too.”
Wilson froze mid-handshake. “He does?”
“Mhm! He said you’re very caring but have terrible taste in women.”
Chase’s muffled laugh outside the glass was audible even through the door.
House finally looked up from his paperwork. “She listens,” he said dryly, “but she doesn’t always filter.”
The woman giggled, as if he’d just told the most charming joke in the world. “He’s teasing again,” she said softly.
Wilson’s brain was short-circuiting. “You… find that endearing?”
“Of course! He’s funny. And he listens when I talk.”
There was a beat of stunned silence. Cuddy’s jaw dropped. Foreman whispered, “She’s delusional.”
House twirled his pen. “See? Finally, someone with taste.”
She turned to him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. “I brought you lunch, by the way. Turkey sandwich, no mustard.”
Wilson blinked, then proceeded stuttering: “Wait. You-you make him lunch?”
“Every day,” she said, pulling a neatly wrapped container from her bag. “He forgets to eat when he’s busy.”
House took the sandwich, biting it with zero embarrassment. “She’s also right. You could learn a thing or two, Wilson.”
Cuddy rubbed her temples. “I’m living in a simulation.”
“Nice to meet you all!” she said cheerfully to the crowd now gathered at the door. “Greg told me you’re all wonderful, even if you drive him crazy sometimes.”
House snorted. “Lies. All lies.”
She just smiled at him, unbothered. “He says that, but he’s fond of you. He has a good heart.”
The room collectively froze.
House coughed, eyes darting anywhere but her face. “Okay, enough sentimentality. Don’t you people have patients to misdiagnose?”
The others began to scatter, still dazed, whispering among themselves. Wilson lingered by the door. “I don’t know what witchcraft you’ve used,” he muttered, “but congratulations.”
“Thank you!” she chirped, oblivious.
House gave her a long, assessing look as the door closed. “You realize you just terrified them, right?”
She smiled serenely. “That’s okay. They’ll get used to me.”
House smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. “You’re too sweet for this world.”
She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m exactly sweet enough for you.”
He paused, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, but there was no denying the faint curve at the corner of his mouth.
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In the following of the week, the team gathered in the conference room, trying and failing to focus on the whiteboard. Through the glass, House was back in his chair, tossing a tennis ball against the wall and humming under his breath.
“He’s humming,” Foreman said. “He never hums.”
“Maybe she’s a hallucination,” Chase muttered.
“A collective one?” Foreman retorted.
Cameron didn’t look convinced. “If she is, we should probably be checking him into psych instead of his patients.”
Before anyone could answer, the office door opened.
“Hi, everyone!” she greeted brightly, stepping inside with the kind of confidence only pure-hearted people or clinically oblivious ones possessed. “Gregory, you forgot your phone again.”
House didn’t even glance up. “Maybe I wanted to forget it. The world’s quieter that way.”
She smiled sweetly, setting the phone on his desk. “You say that, but then you complain when Wilson doesn’t answer your texts.”
Foreman choked on a laugh. Chase turned away to hide a grin.
House eyed her. “You know, this room was designed for medical professionals, not… pink explosions of optimism.”
“House,” Cameron warned under her breath.
But the woman just blinked, tilting her head. “That wasn’t very nice, Greg.”
The room went dead silent.
Even House paused mid-sarcasm, tennis ball frozen midair. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” she said, perfectly calm. “We’ve talked about this kind of behavior before. You don’t get to be mean to people just because you’re uncomfortable with kindness.”
Foreman mouthed oh my God.
“So she isn’t completely oblivious to his demeanour. She just handles it like a pro?” Chase whispered to the others.
House leaned back in his chair, staring at her like she’d just rewritten physics. “Uncomfortable with kindness? Please. I’m allergic to it.”
“And yet,” she said softly, stepping closer, “you keep it around.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. The team was watching, rapt.
Finally, he muttered, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
She arched an eyebrow. “You are lucky I’m patient.”
A stunned beat passed. Chase coughed into his hand, Foreman smirked, and Cameron was clearly fighting back a smile.
The woman turned to the team as if nothing happened. “Nice seeing you all again! Oh, and, Gregory, remember to take your ibuprofen before dinner. You know what happens when you don’t.”
House rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mom.”
She only smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving.
As soon as the door closed, the room exploded.
“Did she just scold you?” Foreman asked, half laughing.
“She did,” Chase said. “And you didn’t bite her head off.”
House shrugged. “She feeds me. That buys her some immunity.”
Wilson appeared at the door just in time to catch the end of the exchange. “You mean she cares about you, and your fragile emotional ecosystem doesn’t know what to do with it.”
House twirled his cane. “No. I mean she’s a terrifyingly effective manipulator who uses affection as a weapon.”
Wilson smirked. “She told you to be nice, didn’t she?”
House didn’t answer.
Wilson grinned wider. “You like it when she does that.”
House’s gaze flicked toward the door where she’d gone, a hint of something unguarded in his eyes. “She’s persistent,” he said finally. “Annoying habit. Almost… contagious.”
Wilson’s expression softened. “You know, House, most people would just call that love.”
House snorted, pushing himself to his feet. “Most people are idiots.”
Wilson shook his head and, as if having an epiphany, started, “You know…”
“Oh my God, here it comes,” House huffed.
“I’ve been trying to figure out why she works with you. Then it hit me…”
“Oh, please,” House muttered. “Here comes the armchair psychology.”
“She is sweet, has kind eyes, slightly manipulative to bring out your best,” Wilson continued as if House’s interruption hadn’t happened. “Not too long ago you made a remark about me and Amber…”
House groaned. “Don’t you dare.”
“—‘Oh my God,” Wilson continued, grinning, “‘you’re sleeping with me.’”
House threw his red ball. Wilson easily dodged it. “Face it. I may be sleeping with you, but you are dating me.”
For a split second, House almost laughed. A low, reluctant sound that escaped before he could stop it.
“Congratulations. That might actually be the most disturbing thing you’ve ever said,” he muttered.
“And yet,” Wilson said, “you’re smiling.”
“I’m grimacing. Different muscle group,” House replied.
Wilson stepped closer, softening. “She makes you happy, you know.”
House called after him, “You’re delusional!”
But as he limped toward the door, the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.
Hi guys! I should really be studying rn but I'm too caught up in Arch and (Y/N)'s story.
This is part 2 of The Courtyard or can be read as a standalone. I'm thinking of doing like a mini series following Arch and (Y/N)'s story. Little moments, firsts, and everything in between.
Please comment your thoughts! I would love to know what you guys think!
Disclaimer: This is an Arch Manning AU, so most of the characters and ideas will be my own. This fic does not represent who Arch is in real life. Also, this is still a WIP and there will be grammatical errors.
wc: 1172
"Can I borrow a pencil?"
Too focused on taking notes, (Y/N) doesn't hear the whisper until a gentle nudge brings her back to reality. Turning to her left, (Y/N) notices a guy with blue eyes looking at her with one brown eyebrow raised.
"I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering if I could borrow a pencil." The blue-eyed boy says, pointing to (Y/N)'s perfectly organized desk. Her notebook lies open in front of her, pages filled with neat lecture notes. Four sharpened pencils line the top left corner of her desk, each one precisely aligned with the next. On the right, highlighters are arranged beside matching colored sticky notes, everything placed with careful intention.
(Y/N) looks at him, then back down at her desk. After a brief hesitation, she picks up one of the carefully sharpened pencils and holds it out to the stranger.
"Here you go," she says softly.
"Thanks,” Arch says, taking the pencil. A quiet laugh slips from him when he notices it's pink.
It isn't the first time he's noticed her.
He first saw (Y/N) at the Academy library late one afternoon last semester. Classes had wrapped up and most students were either back in their dorms, lingering in the library, or getting ready for whatever party was happening that night. Arch and his friends were stuck in the library finishing up their economics project. Between classes and football, he barely had time to keep up with homework. Practices ran late and by the time he would make it back to his dorm, he was too exhausted to even think about homework.
But that day, across the library, he noticed her.
Alone. Focused. Completely in her own world.
She was hovered over a textbook, a small stack of others piled beside her. Her hair hung loose, brushing softly against her shoulders as she leaned forward, fully absorbed in whatever she was reading. She wore the same Academy uniform as everyone else. A white-button down tucked into a navy-blue skirt. White Cortez shoes paired with frilly white socks peeked out beneath the desk.
It was simple.
But she made it look effortless.
And somehow, he hasn't stopped noticing her since.
He sees her at the campus café every morning before she heads to class.
He sees her in the courtyard after classes finish, always hanging out with that one girl whose hair seems to be dyed a different color every month.
He sees her in the hallways, head slightly ducked, minding her own business as the noise of the Academy echoes around her.
He sees her in the few classes they share, her desk perfectly organized, pencils lined up with quiet precision.
He sees her everywhere.
And she never once seems to see him.
He won't admit it, but it gets on his nerves a little.
He's Arch Manning. Star quarterback, number-one prospect for the NFL. He has both girls and boys falling at his feet. Attention has never been something he's had to work for.
But the one girl that's always on his mind?
She doesn't even seem to notice him.
She doesn't look at him twice in the hallway. Doesn't linger when he walks into class. Doesn't giggle with her friends when he passes by.
It's irritating.
Confusing.
And maybe that's exactly why he's so intrigued by her.
Fall semester had just started when he spotted (Y/N) in his English class, sitting in the back of the lecture hall.
As usual, everything in front of her was neatly laid out. The girl she was always with was sat to her right, her hair a vibrant pink this month. The seat next to (Y/N) was empty and he thought this was finally his chance. He walks up the steps of the lecture hall, students already scattered across, chatting in low voices.
Lorenzo sits in the third row. Arch offers him a quick fist bump before passing him.
Arch and Lorenzo have been best friends since the fourth grade. Their dads were best friends too, before Lorenzo's dad passed away during their senior year of high school. They've have gone through many highs and lows with each other. There isn't anyone who knows Arch better than Lorenzo.
So when Arch walks right past their usual seats and continues up the steps, Lorenzo doesn't have to ask where he's going.
He's used to girls flocking Arch. Used to him bringing them back to their shared dorm. But since last semester, that's changed. And Lorenzo thinks it has to do with the girl Arch is always eyeing in the halls.
Reaching the fifth row, Arch slides into the open seat next to (Y/N). A soft vanilla scent hits his nose. Of course she smells like vanilla.
She and her friend are engrossed in their conversation that they don't even notice the 6'4" stranger settling in beside them.
Honestly, it hurts his ego a little. Everyone notices him when he walks into a room, except the girl who’s been on his mind as of late.
He thought that by sitting right next to her, she would finally notice him. That maybe he'd finally be able to get a chance to say hi. It was almost pathetic to think that Arch Manning, the guy everyone on campus seemed to worship, the one who could effortlessly flirt with any girl, was struggling to just introduce himself to the girl sitting next to him.
Before he has a chance to wallow, the professor starts the lecture. Students quiet down as they pull their attention to the front.
Arch pulls out a notebook from his bag, his mind coming up with a plan to talk to (Y/N). He could ask her for a pencil. It's simple, harmless, and his best shot at starting a conversation. Before he can overthink it, he turns to (Y/N). She's taking notes like the page might run away.
Leaning in just enough, he lowers his voice. “Can I borrow a pencil?"
His ego is already bruised from her not noticing him, and it takes another hit when she doesn't even hear his question.
He decides to nudge her gently with his elbow, which seems to finally get her attention. She jumps slightly in her seat before turning to look at Arch. They lock eyes and finally he can see her big, doe-like eyes up close. He's imagined every scenario in his head about how their first conversation would go and him asking her for a pencil is the lamest one. But it doesn't matter because he finally has her attention.
She hands him one of her pink pencils and offers him a soft smile. Arch practically melts on the spot. He's a football player for god's sake. He's been tackled by guys twice his size, played through injuries, even dealt with concussions.
But her smile?
That's the one thing that might actually take him down.
(Y/N) doesn't know it yet, but this simple exchange is about to turn her world upside down. And Arch never plays to lose.
how dealer!chris asked sweet!reader to be his girlfriend
⚠︎ use of y/n, brief mentions of smoking weed and being stoned ⚠︎
It was the day after y/n’s seventeenth birthday.
She’d spent her birthday with her little sister Lucie, shopping and eating ice cream. Once the sun was setting, she dropped Lucie back with their parents, and went back to her apartment complex where she lived on her own. As soon as she walked through the front door, she immediately FaceTimed Chris who promised to come round and see her as soon as the sun came up. They stayed on FaceTime until y/n fell asleep and the next morning, true to his word, Chris showed up at her door.
y/n opened her front door with a tired smile, ushering Chris through the door straight into her room so she could get back into bed. She hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of dried lavender, her favourite flower, tied with a red bow, nor had she noticed the long, thin box wrapped in wrapping paper with little red hearts. y/n flopped onto her bed, scrolling through Netflix to put on the notebook as she snuggled under the blanket, waiting for Chris to join her. When he didn’t, she finally looked up at him and a soft gasp left her lips. “For me?” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy.
“Nah I’m going dealing to some chick later. I’was her birthday yesterday. I had to bring her shit here so I didn’t have to go back home.” He joked, though y/n didn’t pick up on it at first as her smile dropped slightly despite the fact she tried to hide it to not come across as impolite. “Ma, I’m messing, course they’re for you.” He handed y/n the flowers and she immediately hung them on her headboard, her smile brighter than ever. Then, he handed her the small box. She instantly got to work opening it, clawing at the unnecessarily thick layers of sellotape to see what he’d bought. After finally getting in, y/n flung herself into Chris’ arms, embracing him in a tight hug that emphasised her gratitude. Inside the box: a strawberry flavoured crystal bar - her favourite.
“How did you know which one to get me?” she questioned, her tone drenched in pure amazement. He chuckled at her excitement, stroking her hair softly with his rough hands, “they’re the only ones I’ve ever seen you smoke, doll.” y/n pulled away and dragged him down onto the bed so they could watch the film, immediately opening her new vape and puffing every now and then. Her head laid softly on his chest, both of them getting comfy with his arm loosely wrapped around her shoulders, hand rested on her waist. He pulled out a pre-roll and lit it, smoking in silence as y/n was completely engrossed in the film they’d watched together a thousand times.
The smell of the weed instantly sparked a thought in y/n’s head, and she whipped her head round to look at Chris’ face. “Don’t you have to deal today?” She questioned, worried that she was taking up his time when he should be working. Chris smiled at her concern, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t worry ma, I got someone else doin’ runs f’me today. I’m here all day.” y/n smiled gratefully at this, and put her head back on his chest once again, her eyes locking back onto the screen.
As the movie progressed, and Chris got comfortably stoned, he couldn’t help but let a thought slip. “I’d build your dream house for you… shi’ id build a thousand houses to make you happy.” y/n’s breath hitched in her throat, and she scoffed slightly. “Don’t say things like that Chris, I might start to think you have a crush on me.” She tried to joke, looking up at his face, only to see him staring at her with pure love in his eyes. “Chris?-” “be my girlfriend y/n. Nah, fuck that, let me be your boyfriend. You got me wrapped ‘round your finger forreal. I wanna-” She cut him off with a soft, delicate kiss. Her hands traveled gently to his hair whilst his hand traveled up her sides and rested on her neck, holding but not squeezing. “Is that a-” “yes Christopher Owen Sturniolo, I will let you be my boyfriend.”
They kiss again, more passionately this time. Teeth clash and tongues intertwine until they finally pull away and rest their foreheads against each other’s. Deep breaths echo through the room as they stare at each other with passion and love, both not knowing what to do next. Eventually, y/n sinks back down to his chest and he puts his arm back around her, holding her a little tighter - a little more possessively - than he ever has before.
Honestly idk if I like this or not, so pls lmk your opinions on it. Also if there’s anything specific you wanna see, either comment it below this post or send it through my inbox xx
Creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers which I’m STILL absolutely obsessed with
Can I get some fluffy Klaus headcanons where he’s dating someone who cooks/bakes? Not as a career, but as a hobby
Klaus and his little baker girl:
When Klaus met y/n she didn’t know that he was a hybrid. She found it odd and somewhat worrying with how little he ate and often cooked or baked things for him whenever she saw him.
She knew her food was good, she’s had many friends and family members tell her so and so if he didn’t eat her food then she knew something was wrong.
Thankfully Klaus has good taste in all senses and nearly licked the plate clean.
He could see the glint of relief in her eyes and the warmth that spread through her when he told her how delicious her strawberry tart was and it made his heart swell.
It was clear to Klaus that this was y/n’s love language, giving to him and caring for him.
Klaus wasn’t used to walking in to a warm meal and a smiling face each night.
Every night he made sure to stop at y/n’s knowing she would have something ready for him no matter how late he showed up. He found that since knowing her, he felt hunger for something other than blood but instead for actual food and for her presence.
No matter what she was making: a stew, a roast, a steak, a pasta dish, a fish dish, something savoury or something sweet. Whatever she served him, was always delicious. And he always wanted more.
He wasn’t sure where she got all the time from to bake him his shortbread, brownies, angel cakes and other little treats. Between him being at her house and her being at work while he’s amongst a war, he didn’t know how she managed to find the time for her hobbies. But he was thankful she did nevertheless.
Klaus was certain that if he weren’t supernatural then he would’ve had diabetes from the amount of sugar she fed him. At one point he questioned if she was trying to ‘fatten him up’ to which she laughed and offered a ‘maybe?’ back to him.
He loved how sweet she was, so soft and innocent in the best of ways. Her biggest worry was that he didn’t eat enough and her main wonder of each day was what she would cook for dinner.
And when she accidentally found out he had a big family, her first thought (after getting upset that he didn’t tell her) was to invite them all for dinner. He was very reluctant but he couldn’t tell her big eager eyes no, not when he knew it was something she would love.
So after a lot of threats and physical fights, Freya, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, Hayley and Hope all arrived at miss y/l/n’s home along with Niklaus of course.
She had made a mix of foods for them so they could pick what they wanted and made some simpler dishes for young Hope as the fancy foods didn’t appeal. It was something that instantly made the Mikaelsons like her and also have them all see the love shine in Klaus’s eyes. True, pure love.
It was the first of many things the mikaelsons would try from y/n.
Once she became a frequent visitor there and they came comfortable at hers, they were almost always snacking on something.
Elijah had a craving for cobblers and crumbles, Freya had taken to anything with strawberries in it, Kol went for anything in sight and Rebekah wanted to try everything at least once. Meanwhile Hope and Klaus were slowly learning some of y/n’s recipes and Hope was making slight alterations to make them more to her liking.
Often Klaus would notice y/n adding a cake to Hoped lunch box and sneaking out of bed early to set the breakfast table.
If she were to ever miss a meal then every mikaelson was on alert thinking she was missing.
If she didn’t bake something for a couple days then they were trying to find what was wrong and when she got too stressed and over baked Hope was bringing brownies to school while the vampires in the compound would come and steal a biscuit.
Everyone loved y/n’s baking and her cooking. Many times Freya, Rebekah and Hayley had tried to tell her to open a coffee shop but she argued she like her other job just fine and liked that food was something she did because she loved and not because it was a responsibility.
The mikaelson home was a brighter place with her cheerful smile and loving nature.
Klaus was so much happier with her caring nature around him. So much warmer as a person, whether or not it was the constant sugar rush or the flood of affection, he wasn’t sure but he loved it either way.
