Gregory House - Unwavering confidence
Gay Male Reader x Gregory House
It was a normal day in the hospital, patients in and out, the rare Code Blue and of course, unfortunate passings.
Today felt like any other, especially under the guidance of Doctor Gregory House. A cold, stoic man, uncaring, dismissive and quite frankly, a pain in the ass. He always looks tired and grumpy , he doesn’t care for his patients, but he is an incredible doctor, figuring out the hardest of cases everyday, every second, even on his breaks and holidays. However, there are the occasional money launderers, those who seek out to claim medical malpractice from botched surgeries or misdiagnosed illnesses.
You stand behind Gregory, as he belittles a stubborn, pathetic man, faking mutism from an apparent botched knee surgery rendering him mute. Turns out he has done this to many doctors before House.
With one final comment…..and a swift slap to the face, Gregory walks out, his cane trudging against the floor as he limps out of the room. He turns to you and motions you outside with him. You stumble around, gathering your things and follow him out.
With no subtle changes in emotion, no facial cues, Gregory turns to you,
“The thing I like most about an idiotic day like this, is to eat my feelings, there’s a nice Italian place down the street?”
You hesitate, bewildered at what you believe is an attempt by Gregory to ask you out.
Greg nods, letting out a small ‘hm’ as he continues to hobble off, swiftly walking into the break room and opening your locker, before you even have a chance to react, he takes your keys from within your hung up coat and leaves the hospital.
“What the fu-….” You mutter as you follow him.
Confused as to how this slow walking asshole has disappeared, your keys in his hand, you let out a tired sigh.
Gregory, from within your car shouts,
“Hurry up, you’re slower than me on a good day”.
You climb into your car, start it, and drive off, the entire time Gregory has what you’d like to believe is an attempt at a very effortless smirk.
“So…….why are you here, House?” You mutter.
“Isn’t it obvious, snail pace?” He asks.
“We are going to have a nice Italian pizza, watch a movie, and rest our feet after a long day” He replies, looking out the window, ignoring you.
“Yes, we are, why? Do you have anywhere better to be?”
“Then it’s settled them” He smiles at you like the occasional smug prick he can be, his annoying unwavering confidence fuelling his pride and his now extremely obvious attempt at flirting with you as you pull up to the restaurant.
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