Dimmer pistol whips you and your left to deal with the blinding pain in your head
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Slowly, you open your eyes. The light is blinding, your head is pounding, but you hear someone calling out your name softly. Your vision clears enough to see that Shawn is hovering over you. His smile growing softly as you become more and more conscious.
"Hey sweetheart."
You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion trying to remember what happened.
"Shawn? What's going on?"
You try to sit up but Shawn gently pushes you back down.
"No, no, no. Don't sit up just keep laying down for me, okay?"
You slowly look around the room and you realize your in Lassiter's apartment.
"Why are we in Lassie's apartment?"
Shawn starts to answer you but is cut off by another voice.
"That's enough chit chat."
You whip your head towards the voice, maybe a little too fast, and realize it's Jules' new partner. 'Dimmer? What is he doing here?' Your eyes focus once more only to realize he is pointing a gun at you and Shawn.
You start to freak out and try to sit up once again but the pain in your head stops you; forcing you to lay back down.
Shawn springs up from his side of the couch reaching for you, but Dimmer points his gun directly at Shawn.
"Don't move!"
Shawn slowly backs away from you with a concerned look on his face.
"She's bleeding, Dimmer! I can't just leave her there!"
Slowly, you reach your hand around the back of your head feeling the wet spot that is slowly soaking the hair surrounding it. You shakily bring your hand in front of your eyes, watching as the blood coating your fingers drips down your hand.
You can hear Shawn and Dimmer talking but your world starts to spin violently. Faintly you can hear Shawn's voice calling your name but your world turns black before you can answer.
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You're jolted awake by a gunshot that sends your ears ringing and your head pounding. You can barley register Lassie handcuffing an injured Dimmer before your world spins. You yell out in pain, gripping your head and squeezing your eyes shut.
Shawn shouts your name in concern and drops down next to where you sit. "Hey, hey! Look at me sweetie. Please look at me."
You turn your head as much as you can and try your hardest to focus on Shawn's blurry figure. Tears fill your eyes from the pain in your head but also from the weight of everything.
Shawn frantically wipes your tears away while trying to reassure you that everything is going to be okay.
You hear the sirens of the ambulance, the pounding of feet running up the stairs, Lassiter's voice calling out to the paramedics, and Shawn's pleas as hes pulled away from you.
You give him a soft smile as your loaded onto the stretcher. The pain in your head magnifying as you look at Shawn one last time before you close your eyes for the final time.
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At least that's what it felt like.
Thankfully when you crack your eyes open it is not the pearly gates waiting for you, but rather the ceiling of the hospital room you are in.
You feel someone gently caressing your cheek causing you to smile softly.
Your stuffy, cracked voice comes through House's phone and his heart breaks a little. You sound so sad and your weak coughs feel like a stab to his chest. You may be eighteen, technically an adult, but to him you were that scraggly little twelve year old that showed up on his door one day.
"Yes, don't worry I'm leaving the hospital right now."
Technically it wasn't a lie he had almost made it to the front doors of the hospital, but then a voice calling for him makes him stop.
"House I need you for this case!"
House sighs deeply before turning around. He listens to Wilson impatiently, tapping his cane against the floor in an unknown urgency. He can still hear your tiny sniffles through the phone speaker.
"Dad? Is that Wilson?"
You may have never met anyone from your father's job but you've heard enough about them to know who is who.
"I'm sick and I'm going home."
House leans against the hospital door ready to speed back to you, but something Wilson says stops him.
"You're not coming home are you."
It moments like these he hates how much you know about him. He takes the case file from Wilson and tells him he'll meet him in the office.
Once Wilson is out of ear shot he turns his attention back to you.
"I'm sorry. I'll be home as soon as I can. Don't die."
He hears your soft chuckle before you break into another coughing fit. He feels like the worst person on earth.
"Okay just be back soon....I need you."
God he is the worst person in the world.
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You can't take it anymore. The last time you talked to your father he promised he would be back in an hour tops, but it's been over three. You can't stop shaking, sweat is dripping down your entire body, your breathing is labored, and coughs rack through your body every few minutes.
You call your friend who agrees to come pick you up and take you to Princeton Plainsboro. You struggle to get up off your bed, your body screaming in resistance for every move you make.
You slip on your shoes and walk to the front door. Coughing fits forcing you to stop with almost every step.
Sliding into the passenger's seat of their car and you sink into it.
"Wow you look like shit."
You use your last bit of strength to turn your head and glare at him.
"Just take me to the hospital, please."
He must have noticed the pleading in your voice and takes off towards the hospital, towards your dad.
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"Not invasive? You’re killing her."
"Don’t split hairs, if it works she lives."
"Make sure the mom understands that this is a million to one shot."
House's pager beeps and 'EMERGENCY ROOM 431' flashes on screen.
"I’ll see that Wilson passes that along."
House limps out of Cuddy's office and hurries to the elevator with confusion written on his face.
As he approaches the room he sees all three of his ducklings muttering to each other in front of the door.
"Well I can't say I'm not intrigued considering our patient is on the sixth floor. Who's in there?"
He gestures towards the room with his cane. And is only more confused by the looks the three fellows give him. Cameron is the one to speak up.
"She says she's your daughter."
House's heart drops. He drops his cane and sprint limps into the room. The sight before him makes him wish he was dead. Your frail body racking with violent wet coughs, your skin a pale ghostly white, sweat dripping down your face mixing with the tears that fall from your eyes.
He limps to your side and grabs your hand gently. Your eyes flutter open at the touch.
"Dad?"
House smiles down gently at you.
"I'm right here sweetie. And I'm not leaving until you're okay."
Summary: Ying takes the reader hostage instead of Shawn's mom
Warnings: none
Word Count: 0.7k words
p.s. takes place during season 3 episode 16
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You had just gone to the bathroom, that's it. Now you find yourself strapped to a bomb with Santa Barbara's most wanted serial killer in the next car over.
'Gods, I just hope that Shawn is close.'
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Shawn paces your shared apartment as the Santa Baraba police search it for evidence.
"It's gonna be fine, Shawn, we will find them." Gus tries and fails to reassure him.
"Yeah, but what if we don't Gus! I can't lose them! I just can't!" Shawn takes the palms of his hands and presses them to his eyes, trying to hold back his tears of frustration.
"Spencer! You need to get in here!" Lassiter calls from the bathroom. Quickly standing up, Shawn practically runs into the room.
On the mirror is written 'YOU SHOULD BE MOVING AS MOST PEOPLE DO, BUT INSTEAD YOU SIT AND ENJOY THE VU... P.S. (Y/N) SAYS HI AND BYE JUST IN CASE'
"Why did he spell 'view' like 'Vu'?" Lassiter asks.
Gus claps his hands in understanding, "I got it! Brendan Vu. From the spelling bee!"
Everyone agrees with Gus, but Shawn can't help but feel that something is off. 'Vu.. Vu.. Vu.. Why does that sound so familiar?'
"Good guess!" He tells Gus, "But it's just a misdirect! I know exactly where he wants us to go!"
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You can hear people yelling at someone to get off of their cars. Only one person you know would jump on a random car and have no shame.
Shawn.
'Thank the gods!'
You can hear his footsteps as he runs up to the car. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him squat down to the window.
"Hey, hey, I'm here. Okay? I'm here, and I'm not going to let him hurt you. Got that?" His comforting tone makes your eyes start to water.
He looks around, and you know he has found the decoy laser. You can see him signal to someone to get down and then turn back to you.
"I'm going to take this off now. Okay?"
Leaning into the car, he gently tears the tape off your mouth. You try to say his name, but all that comes out is a whimper.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here now."
He says as he gently cups your face. Using his thumbs, he wipes away the tears running down your cheeks.
"Shawn," you say clearer this time, "I have a bomb."
His face drops as you look into the popcorn bucket that sits in your lap. The red blinking light of the bomb is visible through the kernels. You see him turn to another person on the ground by the car. "Their strapped, Dad." You can hear his dad cuss, and you turn your head to look at Shawn.
"Shawn. She's in the car next to me."
You nod your head to the side a little. He looks at her and then back at you. Shawn cups your face once more before he stands up and walks over to the car. You can see him as he looks over to you one last time before getting into the car.
You watch anxiously as Shawn talks to Ying. She waves around a black box, which makes Shawn stiffen. After talking for a few gut wrenching moments, Shawn opens the door and shakily gets out with his hand up. He has the box.
"Clear!" He shouts to the police officers and a few seconds later, someone opens your door and grabs the popcorn bucket out of your hands.
As soon as it's out of your hands, you're being pulled out of the car and into someone's arms. Knowing it can only be one person, you hug back instantly. You start to cry tears of relief onto his shoulder.
"I am never letting you out of my sight again." His voice is muffled by your hair, but you understand.
"That won't matter. I'm never leaving your side again." You say as you raise your head from his shoulder to meet his eyes.
You stand on your tiptoes before smashing your lips onto his. The past hour is long forgotten. All that mattered was you and Shawn.
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Author's note: this is a rewrite of my first fic ever...i have wanted to do this for a while because it has been bugging me so fucking much and i dont expect anyone to read/like this its literally just to make me feel better
"Every time we touch I get this feeling! And every time we kiss I swear I can fly! Can't you feel my heart bea~"
Your jam sesh is very rudely interrupted when Chase pulls your headphones out of your ears. He leans threateningly over your chair and grabs your chin, forcing you to face him directly.
"Honey I love you so so much, but if you don't stop singing I will take this iPod and chuck it into the ocean."
You giggle at your boyfriend's empty threats before pulling him closer to your face by his tie.
"You're so cute when you're angry!"
You close the gap between the two of you just barely grazing your lips on his. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and smirk as he leans in to finish the kiss. Pulling back, you watch as he chases your lips with a confused pout on his face.
He opens his eyes, and you giggle at his hurt expression.
you "fit a description" and use your one phone call to ring your boyfriend
Contains manhandling and burns
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You walk out of the coffee shop. The freshly made drink warming your hands against the chilly New York wind. Nothing could ruin the perfect day you were having.
That is until your being pushed against the side of a car. Your coffee cup getting crushed between you and the car, sending the overly hot liquid across your entire chest.
Panic and pain immediately shoots through your body. The coffee burning your chest becomes the least of your worries when your arms are aggressively forced behind your back.
You feel the cold metal of handcuffs around your wrist. This jolts you out of your shock and you start to struggle and yell for help.
"You better shut it if you know what's good for you!"
The man turns you around and you finally realize you are being arrested by two police officers.
"What are you arresting me for!?"
The men only scoff at you before the one who handcuffed you starts to read you the Miranda rights. They start to lead you to their squad car, but you continue to struggle and demand to know why you are being arrested.
"You fit a description."
That's all they tell you before shoving you into the back of the car.
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You've been stuck in the cramp and disgusting holding cell for twenty minutes. The coffee that splattered your clothing has now cooled on your clothes causing you to shake and shiver. The spots where the coffee hit your skin are already a sick shade of red.
Finally, a police officer comes into the small room and hands you the receiver of the payphone outside the cell.
"You can have your one call now."
Without a hint of hesitation, you tell him the number of your boyfriend, Jake Peralta. You wait anxiously for Jake to pick up, and when he finally does you almost burst into tears.
"Um.... Hello?"
"Jake!"
At the nine-nine precinct, everyone watches as Jake leaps from his chair in a panic. He grabs his gun off his desk and gestures for everyone else to follow. Confused everyone quickly grabs their gear and heads for the elevator.
"Captin Holt, y/n is in trouble!"
Now understanding that you are in need, the team hurries into the elevator while Jake informs them about the situation.
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When the team finally arrives Jake marches through the small precinct and to the holding cell where his heart breaks when he sees you curled into yourself on the tiny bench in the corner.
"y/n!"
At the sound of Jake's voice, you quickly sit up and run to the bars that separate you from the one man you've been praying will recuse you.
You can't control your tears at the sight of him and start to break out in sobs. The weight of the situation, the burns on your chest, and the freezing cold racking your body become too much for you to handle.
"Jake please, you have to get me out of here!"
He grabs your hands through the bars of your cell and reassures you that he will. His eyes drift down your shivering body and he notices the red marks on your chest and neck.
All Jake can see is red. He is beyond angry. First, they arrest you for a stupid reason but as you sob out about what they did to you he feels the need to break every bone in their bodies.
"Jake?"
He shakes his head and snaps out of his murderous thoughts. He needed to focus on getting you out and making sure you were okay.
One of those problems is solved for him when Holt walks in with an officer who, by your reaction, must have been one of the men who arrested you.
He reluctantly unlocks the cell door and you immediately run out and into Jake's waiting arms. He rubs his hand across your back soothingly and pulls you impossibly close to him.
Now with the close proximity he can feel just how hard you are shaking from the cold. This causes him to pull you even closer to his own body, to try and warm you but also in anger.
He slowly pulls back enough to look at your face before giving you a soft kiss.
"Let's get out of here."
When you walk out of the holding area you are met with the angry faces of Jake's fellow cops yelling at everyone in the building.
"Guys!"
Jake's voice causes everyone to turn towards the both of you. Everyone is immediately crowding around you checking you for injuries and asking if you're okay.
"I'm fine guys! I just want to get out of here right now."
Jake leads you to the doors with a hand on the small of your back, but before you make it outside a large item of clothing is slipped over your head.
You realize it's Terry's sweater he was wearing. You push your arms through the holes and let the sweater engulf your form throwing him a grateful smile in return.
Once safely in Jake's care you finally relax into the seat. Jake's hand reaches over for yours and you let him entangle your fingers together.
"You do know I'm never letting you out of my sight again right?"
You lean over the console to kiss him on the cheek.
"I am perfectly okay with that my knight in shining armor."
Summary: short blurb about reader's long night routine
Warnings: none
Word Count: 0.3k
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You hear feet shuffling towards the bathroom; pausing your routine you turn to watch as Wilson leans against the door frame.
"What step are you on now?"
You don't answer him right away a little out of embarrassment but mostly because you didn't actually know. However, House seemed to be watching you closely as he answers Wilson's question from his spot on the bed.
"Step 13."
You and Wilson turn to stare at House dumbfounded. He looks up from his book and gives both of you a questioning look.
"What?"
You and Wilson glance at each other before breaking out in a fit of giggles.
"Wow you loooovvvee me!"
House shots you a dirty look but before he can get out an equally snarky remark Wilson is walking towards him.
"It's fascinating that you complain about how long their nightly routine takes, but you know every step. Which means you have to have been watching them closely every night to know their exact steps!"
"Oh come on! I don't----"
"Hey now wait a minute."
You cut House off while walking up to Wilson's side right in front of him and lean down close to his face.
"I always wondered who would replace my products when they were running low. I knew it couldn't be Wilson since he has a panic attack the moment he steps into any Sephora, but I thought you were too "manly" and "heartless" to ever do something like that for me."
You hover your face right next to his ear, "Turns out I was wrong."
You feel Wilson wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. "Looks like we have a big softy here."
House scoffs at you both and tries to get up from the bed. But you and Wilson are on top of him and are pulling him back down successfully trapping him between your bodies.
You cover his face in kisses and listen to him whine and complain, but when you pull back to look at him, he has the biggest smile on his face.
your sub for the day is hot but that's not gonna stop you from fucking with him
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contains swearing
p.s. takes place during the Three Stories ep and based on a request by anonymous
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"Wrong snake?"
"We tried every other antivenin we had."
"We’re too late?"
"Yep. He’s dying. His wife’s here, finally found a babysitter. Who wants to let him know? Actually, I’m kidding."
"He’s not dying?"
"Oh, yeah, he’s dying, but there’s no wife and kid. Which is great. Makes the “breaking the news” thing way easier. Oh, yeah, one mor-"
"Womp fucking womp."
You watch as the whole group turns towards your seat. The shocked looks on their faces are priceless. You were tired of listening to your idiot classmates go back and forth with your sub and needed to intervene before you died of boredom.
"Well, class it looks like someone here has their own enlightening opinions about these cases." House leans back against your teacher's desk and looks at you expectantly. "Care to share with the group?"
Sitting up straight in your desk you give him a small smirk before stating said opinions. "Its obvious that the drug addicted, sad sack of shit is you. And that those leg pains were the cause of what I'm guessing to be an aneurysm that clotted, leading to an infarction."
You watch as House's cocky demeanor slowly evaporates from him leaving him and the whole class speechless.
"Am I right, or am I right?"
Your shit eating grin causes House to limp over to your desk. He leans over it moving closer to your face. You can't help but glance at his lips hoping he doesn't notice, but of course he does. He returns you that same shit eating grin as he leans in even closer.
Your noses are practically touching before he leans back and turns to the class. "Class! Let's see if little miss know it all can tell us what is wrong with our other two patients!" He glances behind you briefly before turning his attention back to you expectantly.
"I'm guessing by your pathetic attempt to intimidate me I was right about the patient being you." You hear snickering behind you and you turn slightly to see three doctors in lab coats sitting in the back row of the lecture hall, you're guessing their House's fellows. You turn back to House, now with an even bigger crowd filled with actual doctors it's time to make your knowledge known.
"It's obvious by this point that it was not a snake that bit the first patient. I'm guessing that if he was willing to go through life threating treatments that he must be protecting something or someone. And since you made it clear that he was a sad, lonely man it must be man's best friend."
You look around the room at your classmates' confused faces and let out a sigh of disappointment. "His dog guys. His dog bit him."
A round of "oh" goes around the room as you look to House for confirmation. He slightly nods his head in agreement and for you to continue.
"Finally the volleyball player. The simplest one honestly. Cancer. She has an osteosarcoma, a cancerous tumor in her femur."
You sit back and look at House waiting for him to tell you your right. Instead, he shakes his head at you and limps back to your teacher's desk. "You're wrong!"
"No, I'm not."
He sits down on your teacher's chair behind the desk and you can see him rubbing his thigh aggressively. "Yes, you are." You're about to argue back when you hear another voice chime in behind you.
"She's right House."
"Yeah, you're just jealous that she's smarter than you."
"It's about time someone put you in your place."
House's fellows surround your desk and start asking you questions about how you knew the answer to each case. You happily chatted along with them, answering and asking your own questions until House's voice interrupted you.
"Are you busy Monday?"
Everyone turns to look at him confused.
"No?"
He gives you another cocky smile and leans his arms against the desk.
"Great I'll see you in my office at 8 am sharp for your first day."
And with that, he stands up and leaves the room throwing a quick 'class dismissed' over his shoulder.
You stare at his back, jaw slack, before turning to his fellows who all share the same dumbstruck look.
I guess you'll be seeing a lot more of your hot sub from now on.
Summary: who would have thought an angel would be so comfortable hanging around the devil
Warnings: none
Word Count: 0.7k
p.s. based on a request by anonymous
P.s.s. takes place around the first few seasons
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When you first walked into House's office everyone was convinced you were lost, but when you walked up to House and started to talk with him without hesitating, no one knew what to think.
The ducklings watched in shock as the head of the pediatrics department, a person who could accurately be described as the kindest person in the hospital, casually chatted away with House.
You paid them no mind as you continued to talk with House who watched in amusement as you vibrantly describe to him one of your patient's symptoms, your bracelets clinking against each other as you wave your hands around rapidly.
The ducklings quickly pretend to be working on something as you and House walk through the adjoining door. You greet all of them by pulling out a handful of candy from one of your lab coat's pockets and placing it on the table. "Hi! I'm y/n and I'm the head of the pediatrics department! Here is a token of my appreciation for helping me with this patient!" You smile at all of them before taking a seat at the head of the table.
As you settle in you miss the looks of confusion and shock that passes everyone's faces. Once you're comfortable you swivel towards House. "Take it away boss man!" The ducklings swear they see a hint of a smile on his face before he starts to go over the case details.
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You had first met House in the cafeteria after accidentally spilling your drink all over him. You quickly started to apologize before digging your monster truck themed tissues out of your bag and offering to him. The next time you were in the cafeteria line a brand new pack of monster truck tissues appeared on your tray.
You and House had been eating lunch with each other for a month before you had asked him for help. Leading to the funnest four days you ever had.
When you were not trying to save a kid's life, you were helping House bedazzled his pill bottles, decorating his cane with goofy stickers, and pulling pranks on Wilson.
His team watched in pure shock as House allowed you to do all these things to him without a single snarky comment or rude gesture. They had come to the conclusion that you were magical. That was the only explanation for why House was so nice to you.
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Once the case was over, you bid your goodbyes to the team leaving them with yet another pile of candy and a special friendship bracelet for each of them.
After thanking everyone once more you feel a tug on the back of your shirt and turn to see House gesturing you towards his conjoining office. You walk through the door and hear the blinds close from behind you, effectively blocking the ducklings' view of you both.
"If you're feeling left out don't worry! I made you a bracelet too!" You hold up his bracelet along with the matching one on your wrist. "Yours is extra special cuz it matches mine!"
"I don't want your friendship bracelet." You look up at House with a disappointed look on your face. "Oh." Sadly you avert your gaze away from him.
You feel his hand under your chin before you're being forced to look at him. "I don't want your friendship bracelet because I don't want to be just friends with you."
Your eyes widen in surprise and you open your mouth to respond, but House's lips are on yours before any sound gets out. Quickly, you kiss back tilting your head slightly to deepen it. A muffled moan leaves your lips before you are shocked out of the kiss by the sound of the blinds opening.
You quickly move away from House only to see Cameron and Foreman handing Chase cash. "They were betting on us!" You march towards the door and watch as the three ducklings speedily try to leave the room.
"Nuh uh! All of you sit down right now!" All of them sit down at the table as you walk up to Chase. "Money. Now." You stick your hand out and Chase places the money in your hands before looking down at the table shamefully.
You giggle before yelling over your shoulder to House. "Lunch is on me, babe!"
Summary: House is going to propose to you but your nail color is not what he was expecting
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 0.5k
P.s. based off a request by anonymous
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"Bright fucking green! Out of all the colors she could have chosen, she chooses bright green!" Wilson could only watch as his best friend loses his mind.
"Why would she choose now to venture out of her comfort zone! She's had some funky colors before, but BRIGHT FUCKING GREEN!?" House paces the room, as best he can, occasionally swinging his cane around wildly.
Wilson can only feel pity for his friend and a tad bit of guilt. He was the one who told House to make sure you got your nails done before he proposed to you. He was scolded by his ex about not warning her before and he just wanted his best friend to have a better proposal than he did.
He never thought this would be the outcome. "Why don't you just tell her to get them done again? This time something a little more tame.'" House stops mid-pace pondering the suggestion before shaking his head and collapsing onto Wilson's couch.
"I can't. She likes them too much and she was so proud of herself for going outside of her comfort zone. It would crush her if I told her to change to her normal color." Wilson shakes his head at his friend, glad that he actually is considering your feelings, but knowing House is going to find an elaborate way to make you change them. Most likely hurting your feelings even more than if he was to tell you.
Luckily, House did not have to create an elaborate plan as you walked in with a fresh new set of nails. "There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!" House sits up as you come bounding over to him holding up your hands to show your very natural looking nails. "What do ya think?"
House looks from your face to your nails before pulling you down onto his lap. You yelp in surprise and try to avoid his bad leg as you are manhandled into a straddling position on top of him.
"I love you so much." Another yelp leaves your mouth as House smashes his lips onto yours. You pull back slightly panting and questioning his actions.
"All I did was change my nail color." He pulls you back in for another kiss that continues until Wilson clears his throat. "As much as I love to watch you guys make out, I would rather get back to my work." Taking the hint you shimmy off of House's lap and start for the door.
"Why did you change the color?" You turn back to face House who hasn't moved from his spot on the couch.
You smirk at him, "I couldn't let you propose to me while I had bright green nails, duh." House lets out a little chuckle and you watch Wilson's jaw drop before opening the door and bidding them goodbye.
Summary: dying day after day is going to be the death of you, ironic right?
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 1.2k
p.s. based on season 3 ep 11 (mystery spot) and part 2 of the Heat of the Moment series
p.s.s. read part one here
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You let the brothers deal with interviewing the people in the Mystery Spot as you were a little preoccupied scanning literally everything that could potentially kill you. A lady accidentally bumped into you and you about pissed your pants.
You shoot nervous and pleading glances at Sam hoping they will finish up soon. Finally, they walk up to you and tell you about their findings, or lack thereof, before you walk outside.
You can tell that Dean is still having a hard time wrapping his head around all of this. "So we die at the same time and then you two wake up and repeat the day again?" You and Sam, who you have now realized is walking very close to you, nod in agreement. You can see that Dean has an idea by the smug look on his face. "Okay! So let's just make sure we don't die. If we make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."
Sam looks at Dean like he has two heads before turning to you. "I think it's worth a shot." You say while shrugging, "I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."
Dean starts walking backwards with a big smile on his face. "All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" That puts a smile on your face as you skip happily next to Dean, ready to finally get a chance to eat, but you don't even make it three more steps before a big ass table falls from the sky onto both of you.
You wake up again fucking pissed you rush to get ready and meet up with Sam again at the dinner. After telling Dean what happened once again you guys start coming up with theories.
"So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhog Day", why? What's behind it?" Dean asks while you lean your head against Sam, who doesn't say anything but slightly moves so that you can be comfortable, which you appreciate.
"Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure." Sam sighs remembering how you jumped whenever someone looked in your direction. He just wished that they could figure this out soon so you could stop suffering.
Dean looks between the two of you before asking what Sam's plan is. "Well, we keep you guys breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing I can think of." Dean looks around smugly, "Shouldn't be too hard."
You let out a big sigh and lean even further into Sam, "Says you. Your memory gets wiped clean. You don't have to wake up every day knowing you're just going to die again."
They both look at you with pity clear on their faces. Sam wraps his arm around you while Dean tries to find a way to cheer you up. "Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" You hum in agreement.
"Excuse me!" Dean calls out to Doris batting his eyelashes at her, "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?" Doris yells back agreeing to his request. He turns around to both of you smugly, "See? Different day already. You see if you and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die."
Doris brings over Dean's order, complete with his sausage, which he immediately starts to choke on. Panic crosses your features as a metallic taste starts to form in your mouth. You quickly move away from Sam as blood starts to flood your mouth.
Sam watches you and Dean struggle to breathe feeling helpless as he calls out to you both. He turns your face to look at him, "Meet us at Wartburg Lodge room 27! Okay!?"
You try to give a thumbs up but you are waking up in your bed gasping for air before you even get a chance. Quickly, you get dressed and start making your way to the lodge, but you barely get a few blocks away before you are hit by a bus.
When you wake up again you contemplate even trying to leave your apartment, but then you think about being alone all day and that scares you even more so you start your journey to the lodge once more.
You didn't even make it to the front door of your apartment building before you died.
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You wake up and die again. Gas explosion, then a burglary gone wrong. Dead, dead, dead, dead. It didn't matter what you and Sam did, nothing worked. You and Dean died every time. Every. Single. Time.
Sam was your only saving grace at this point. On the days where you guys lasted a little longer than usual were spent with casual chatter between the two of you, which eventually turned into flirting. Now you and Sam are teetering on the edge of a weird never-ending relationship.
Walking into the dinner you slide yourself into the booth with Sam as he casually puts his arm around you and pulls you in closer to his side almost protectively. You lean your head on his shoulder as you listen to him tell Dean for the literal hundredth time about what is happening to you guys.
After the stupid argument they have every day, you guys take your normal walk. Sam intertwines his fingers with yours as you name all of the things that are going to happen. Then something extraordinary happens. Dean breaks the cycle.
He asks the blonde lady about the fliers in her hands.
"A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Sam shrugs as Dean holds up the flyer. It's a missing poster for a guy named Dexter Hasselback. "That's his daughter back there." Sam grabs the flyer and runs after the blonde girl.
You stay back with Dean to try and keep him from doing anything stupid to get you guys killed again, but when you look over at him he's already trying to make friends with the dog tied near you. You try to stop him but it's too late.
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You are with Sam in the booth again, but this time he brought his computer with him. You look over his shoulder as he reads the article out loud. "So the police report says Dexter Hasselback is a professor, but that's not all he is. I talked to his daughter. Guy's quite the journalist. Columns in magazines, a blog."
You look up as the man at the counter leaves. 'Does he always do that?' You watch as he walks past the window, no longer interested in the boy's conversation.
You guys stand up from the booth and you look at the now empty spot at the counter noticing something new. You pull on Sam's jacket sleeve and point to the now empty chair. Dean looks between the two of you confused. "What's wrong?"
Sam starts to pull you out of the dinner and after the guy. "This guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?"
Dean jogs slightly to catch up with the two of you letting out a sarcastic comment. "It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?"
Sam shakes his head aggressively, speeding up even more. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except y/n and I."
Sadly, that would not be the day you catch the man, Dean getting hit by another car sealed your fate, however, you had faith the next day would bring answers.
Summary: getting stuck in a never ending time loop was not on today's schedule
Warnings: angst if you look really hard ig
Word Count: 1.3k
p.s. takes place during season 3 ep 11 (mystery spot)
p.s.s. part one of three (read part 2 here)
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You jolt awake trying to catch your breath. Scanning the room you try to calm yourself after having the most vivid dream you've ever had. It started with you walking home from the convenience store down the road. It was late and you were just going for a midnight snack.
You were crossing the street when you felt the most excruciating pain shooting through your entire body. You felt every bone in your right side snap in half, then you hit the ground, and that's when you woke up.
You chalk it up to a vivid dream gone bad before going about your normal morning routine and heading out to the dinner down the street. You walk over to your usual booth and sit greeting Doris as she walks over to you.
"The usual hon?" You nod her head at her and she smiles back at you.
"Are you sure you don't want our special of the day? It's pig in a poke Tuesday!" You look up at her with a confused expression.
"It's Wednesday." She looks at you worriedly before laughing it off and walking towards the back.
You brush off the interaction as your lack of sleep catching up to you. Looking around the dinner you spot some familiar faces before spotting some not so familiar ones.
Two very attractive men walk into the dinner, the tall blonde looks very confused as he rapidly glances around. He makes eye contact with you for a split second before looking away and sliding into a booth. That's when you remember seeing them yesterday in that same booth.
You get your food and thank Doris before casually eavesdropping on the conversation that's happening next to you.
"You don't—you don't remember? Any of this?" The blonde asks the other man, still glancing around nervously. The brunette just looks at him questioningly.
"You don't feel like today—like today... happened before?" The brunette orders the special of the day and an extra coffee from Doris before continuing the conversation.
"You mean like déjà vu?" The blonde gives him a frustrated look before continuing to argue.
"No, I mean like, like it's really happened before."
"Yeah. Like déjà vu." The brunette, who you have now deemed as Chuckels, smirks at the blonde. Said blonde, who you've dubbed Hottie, slams his hand on the table and lets out an angry breath.
"No, forget about déjà vu. I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again." This catches your attention causing you to go from casual eavesdropping to full-on leaning towards the table to listen better.
Chuckles gives Hottie a snotty remark about that sounding a lot like déjà vu before Doris interrupts them once more to give them their food.
"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the--", Doris accidentally drops the hot sauce off of the tray and it shatters on the floor. Just like she did yesterday.
You look away from Doris and towards Hottie, catching his eye once more before he stands up and leaves with Chuckels.
Your day continues as normal, but you can't shake the feeling that you've lived this same day before. A lady spills her coffee all over herself, a man unties his dog from the bike rack he was tethered to, and a kid on his bike crashes on the sidewalk. Everything happening the same as it did yesterday.
You make sure to look both ways more than once when crossing streets, but as you walk towards the library you see Chuckels start to cross the street without looking for cars. You watch as a car comes speeding through the intersection and directly into him.
You don't have much time to react to what you have just witnessed as a concerning noise comes from above you. Looking up you have just enough time to make out the blurry shape of an A/C unit speeding towards you before everything goes black.
You wake up again panting and freaking out. You just died, again. Panicking you get dressed and head to the dinner hoping to see Hottie and Chuckles praying they will have some answers.
You sit down in the booth the two men usually occupy and wait for them to show up. It didn't take too long for them to walk through the door of the dinner. You look over your shoulder and make eye contact with Hottie giving him an uneasy smile, which is quickly replaced with panic as he lunges for you.
"Are you doing this to Dean? What do you want from us?" Luckily Chuck--er Dean grabs Hottie by the shoulders keeping him from fully attacking you.
"Sam what the hell?" Dean pulls Sam away from you giving you enough space to compose yourself.
"Well, you guys obviously don't have any answers either." You glance between the two before continuing, "I'm also stuck in a loop, and I'm guessing every time Dean dies I die too."
Dean looks confused glancing between you and Sam before sitting across from you.
You turn to Sam, "Do you want to explain it to him or should I?"
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"So let me get this straight. I've died twice so far and so have you and we are apparently dying at the same time?"
"Yep."
"So we're in some sort of messed up Groundhog Day situation?"
"Yes exactly."
Dean lets out a little chuckle, "Stop screwing with me guys."
You and Sam sigh in defeat as Doris approaches your now shared booth.
"Are you guys ready?"
Before either of the men could answer, Dean's order was coming out of your mouth. "He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black."
You smile at Doris before looking at the shocked faces of the men sitting with you. "I might have been eavesdropping on you guys last time."
Shrugging your revelation off, Dean continues the conversation.
"It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh-"
"Dingo ate my baby crazy?"
Dean looks at Sam like he grew another head. "How'd you know I was going to say that?"
Sam sighs deeply before answering, "Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point."
You zone out of their conversation and stare out the window. So many questions start running through your head. 'Why you? Why Dean? Why are you connected? Why should you trust these two random men?'
Sam's hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts. "We're going. Come on."
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You zoned out of their conversation again as you walk on the very edge of the street. You can't help but look up for any more AC units that want to crush you.
Zoning back in you finaly join the conversation that you probably should have been paying attention to in the first place.
"Are you talking about the mystery spot?"
"Yeah."
You nod your head in acknowledgment before remembering something, "I went there yesterday or I guess two days ago? I don't know but I went there the day before this started to happen."
"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."
"No!" You and Sam shout in unison.
"That's where you died the first time."
"Yeah, and I don't want to have extra time to die. Let's get it over with now."
Dean puts his hand up in surrender, "Okay let's go now."
You watch as Dean walks into the street without looking and Sam pulls him back saving him from almost dying. At the same time, another A/C unit crashes to the ground mere inches away from you.
The brothers whip around to see you actively having a mental breakdown next to the thing that had already succeded in killing you once before.
Sam reaches you first trying to comfort you the best he can while simultaneously scolding Dean.
"Your life is not the only one we have to worry about Dean!"
Dean does apologize and agrees to be more careful. You don't believe him until you see him look both ways before crossing the street. His agreement makes you a little less tense but you still look up for A/C units the rest of the way to the mystery spot.
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Author's note: its been a while this has been sitting here in my drafts for ages don't wanna write about House right now so this is what ya get
Summary: working at a karaoke bar that is a known hangout for mafia members was not an ideal job but a handsome newcomer might make it all worth it
Warnings: swearing, angst
Word Count: 1.5k
P.s. takes place during season 2 ep 1
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The karaoke bar you worked at was a known hangout spot for a know Mafia family....but it was the only job you could get. It wasn't so bad you took care of them and they took care of you. They tipped in hundreds and were always nice to you. You knew what they did and you knew it was wrong, but you had no other option.
Everything changed, however, when a new guy showed up with your regulars. He looked nothing like the rest of the family, no dead look in his eyes, rather he looked excited to be here.
"Y/N! We need a round of shots for our new friend here!"
"Coming up!"
You send the new guy a smile before going behind the bar. Before he gets pulled into the booth, you make eye contact one last time and he sends you a smile that makes your knees weak.
'No you cannot get involved with him! He is obviously a part of the family and they are bad people.' These thoughts snap you out of your giddiness as you place the drinks on the tray.
"Okay! Who's ready for shots?!"
You pass out the drinks slowly getting closer to the new guy until you are right in front of him. He gives you his sickly sweet smile once more before opening his mouth.
"Hi, I'm Jake, and God you are beautiful!"
'Fuck'
After his introduction to you all those weeks ago, you knew there was no way you wouldn't fall for this guy. And you were right.
Jake had become a new regular at the bar and you couldn't be happier. Every time he came he would bring you a new gift. One time it was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, another was a matching jacket to the one you tried to steal from him the week before.
Along with the gifts, each visit brought even stronger feelings of attraction to Jake. You learned about his past life as a cop, about all of his ex-friends and the shenanigans they would do. The pranks, challenges, and overall goofiness that happened. But you also learned about how much he loved them.
When he told you about getting fired and about his friends leaving him, you couldn't help but hug him. Once he held you back, you knew that you were in deep.
Over the course of getting to know Jake, you also saw him changing to fit into the family. His appearance, actions, and words were beginning to match those of the people he surrounded himself with. Leading to you saying something to him one day as you sit on his couch in his apartment.
"I don't like your hair like that."
Jake looked over at you in mock offense, placing his hand over his heart and scoffing at you.
"Do you know how long it takes me to get my hair like this every day?!"
You roll your eyes at him and his drama queen reaction.
"I'm not saying it's a bad look on you. I just think your natural hairstyle looks the best on you."
He gives you his signature knee weakening smile before leaning in close to you. You feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.
"I'll stop if you say pretty please."
Shivers get sent down your spine and you look up at him as he moves back enough to see your face.
"Pretty please?"
You see something flash in his eyes before he launches at you, attaching his lips to yours. Almost desperately he bites and licks your lips until you give him what he wants and open your mouth. You let out a small moan that gets swallowed by Jake's mouth on yours.
Unfortunately, you have to pull apart for air. You sit panting and stare at Jake watching as he leans back onto the couch and runs his hands over his face.
"God, why are you so fucking hot?"
You let out a slight chuckle before moving to straddle his lap.
"I think it's you who's so fucking hot."
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After that night, you two could not keep being pinning friends. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend a few days after your "wild night" and you don't think you could have said yes faster.
All was going good until the night of Angie and Marco's wedding.
"Why are you so jumpy tonight?"
Jake looks over at you shocked before denying the accusation almost immediately. You give him a questioning look before shrugging it off.
When a group of old men that Jake seem to know come over he quickly whispers in your ear.
"Do not leave my side no matter what."
Shocked to stare at him before he is immersed in a conversation with the men. You do as he says, however, standing very close to him as he talks. He suddenly grabs your hand as a group of S.W.A.T officers raid the bar.
They grab Jake and start to drag him out the back door. He tries to fight them off screaming at them to let him go and for you to follow him.
Scared out of your mind you follow him out and watch as they throw him into a van. Before the doors close you hear him speak normally.
"Hey, Captin!"
It was a sting. He never got fired. He was playing everyone this entire time. He was playing everyone. He was playing you.
It all made sense now. Every time he would ask you about the family randomly, when he would stop talking about the precinct whenever someone would walk by, even why he started to date you. It was all to arrest them.
You had already started walking away when you hear Jake's voice yelling for you.
"Babe, where are you going?"
You turn around and he stops when he notices the tears in your eyes.
"How could you Jake? You used me to get information! You played with my head! I loved you! But all you wanted from me was to use me to get closer to the fucking mafia!"
"No! Wait! Y/N it's not like that! I~"
It was too late. You didn't care anymore. You were already walking away before he could say anything more. You hear him coming towards you before his name is yelled from the van.
You hear him stop before his footsteps start to retreat back to the van. You sob harder realizing that he didn't love you.
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It has been two miserable days since the raid. Two days since your heart was smashed in half. Two days since you had seen Jake.
You have locked yourself in your apartment. Barley moving from your spot on the couch and you haven't stopped crying. You have tried so hard not to think about Jake, but it was nearly impossible. Everything reminded you of him.
His scent lingered on your pillows, his clothes left on your floor, and even the jacket you were wearing was gifted to you by him. It was impossible to not think about him. Especially when the people outside your door are talking about him....
'Wait what?'
You open your door to see four people huddled together.
"Uh.. Can I help you?"
They jump apart and stare at you dumbfounded before one of them flashes her badge at you.
"I'm Rosa. This is Amy, Terry, and Charles. We work with Jake and need to talk with you."
"No."
You try to close the door but a foot wedges it back open.
"Please just hear us out."
You look up at their desperate faces and sigh in defeat before letting them into your apartment.
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'Why am I here?'
You don't know how they convinced you to come to this stupid party, but here you are sitting in a booth waiting for Jake.
All four of them spent an hour convincing you that Jake actually loved you and wasn't just using you for information. Of course, you didn't believe them at first, but when they told you about how moppy and annoying he was being with his constant talk about you, you couldn't help but believe them.
So here you were listening to Captin Holt's speech waiting for your cue to reveal yourself.
"And with that, we have one last surprise for you."
Everyone parts to allow Jake to see you. The moment he locks eyes on you, he is practically tackling you to the ground in a bone crushing hug.
"I love you so much."
"I love you more, Jake."
He pulls apart enough to look at your face.
"Impossible."
You both smash your lips together in a heartfelt and emotional kiss... that is very quickly ruined by Charles hugging both of you.
"And moment ruined."
You giggle at Jake before giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"Let's get this party started!"
Everyone agrees and heads for the bar, but you stop Jake before he can leave.
"You look so fucking hot with the busted up lip and eyebrow by the way."
You give him a wink before walking towards the bar. You hear Jake groan while walking behind you.
Summary: how House MD characters would act if you asked them to go to a concert with you
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 1k
p.s. based on a request by anonymous
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~Cameron~
Cameron is a little reluctant at first. She is worried that House will do something stupid and she will have to tend to him. This leads you to begging Wilson to babysit House that night. He is reluctant at first but understands your love for Mitski and agrees.
"Are you sure that Wilson will make sure House is okay?" She asks you for the fifth time that night.
You stop curling her hair before looking at her through the mirror. The worried look on her face makes you sigh. Spinning the chair around you stare into her eyes only seeing pure worry in them.
"For the last time Allison. House. Is. Fine. Wilson is there to ensure nothing will happen, but if you are still worried, you can go to his rescue and I'll take Chase instead."
This makes Cameron spin around in her chair to face the mirror again. "No, you're right. House will be okay, but I'll be damned if you take that Australian prick to Mitski and not me."
You smile at her in the mirror before happily continuing to curl her hair.
~Foreman~
He hates going to concerts. He used to go all the time as a teenager, probably by jumping fences or sneaking into the venues. That is until he got caught breaking into houses and decided to change his life.
He wants to forget about that time in his life, which leads him to immediately say no when you tell him about an Artic Monkeys concert that you really want to go to with him. You are discouraged at first until you remember that you are his soft spot.
"Will you pretty, pretty please go to this concert with me?" You pout your lips and bat your eyelashes at him, trying to pull off the desperate partner look.
You see his eyes soften for a moment before he goes back to reading his medical journal.
"Not going to happen."
On your next attempt a few days later you are determined to get him to say yes. Wearing your most form flattering outfit, doing your hair the way he likes it, even going as far as strutting and swaying your hips as you walk up to him.
"Hey babe?"
He looks up from his book and starts to say something before he stops and looks at you, mouth agape and eyes practically popping out of their sockets. You walk closer to him, sitting on the armrest of his chair and leaning into him.
"So...about that concert."
~Chase~
Chase is down immediately. This man is totally whipped for you. You could ask him to help you kill someone and he would ask no questions. He's like a little Australian puppy, constantly following you around and begging for your attention.
He would try to act nonchalant around everyone else and pretend like you didn't have him wrapped around your finger, but then you would ask him to get you a coffee and it would be in your hands within the next minute.
"Hey, Chase.... Would you maybe want to go to this conc..."
"Yes."
"You didn't even let me finish."
When you get to the concert he's buying you everything your eyes linger on. That cool T-shirt you saw? Purchased. Those funky light up glasses? Bought and on your head before you can blink.
And when The Weekend finally comes on stage but you can't quite see over the crowd in front of you? You are on his shoulders before you can even process it.
The next day when your retelling your amazing night to your coworkers, Chase has a burning blush on his cheeks that won't fade. He will be teased for the next few weeks, but it is all worth it for the huge smile that won't leave your face.
~Remy (13)~
There are only a few artists that thirteen will see live, it's a good thing that you both have a love for Chappel Roan. You corner her at work and jokingly drop down on one knee before presenting the tickets to her.
"Remy, would you make me the happiest person in the world and come with me to see Chappel Roan?"
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
You both laugh before she helps you up off the ground and grabs the tickets from you. You both agree to get ready at her apartment when the time comes.
Let's just say it's a good thing you got there extra early, otherwise, your activities would have made you miss the concert altogether.
~House~
Getting House to go to a concert with you requires a week's worth of planning. You really have to butter him up before asking him, otherwise you would be shot down immediately.
It starts out simple with you agreeing with everything he says and praising every word that comes out of his mouth.
"Wow Chase! You really are fucking stupid!"
"House is right Chase, you are really dumb."
Then you go into gift giving. Just simple little things like a snack on his desk, or a new bottle of Vicoden.
"Here you go House! One KitKat for you and one for me!"
Then you bring it home with some physical touch. A touch of his hand, lightly bumping your hip with his, running your hand through his hair. simple things.
"House there's something on your face. Here let me get it"
"You do know you are just caressing my face at this point, right?"
Finally, you pop the question.
"House will you pretty pretty pretty please go to this Taylor Swift connect with me?"
There is a look of disgust that crosses his face before a look of realization replaces it.
"Is this why you've been sucking up to me?"
He takes a little more convincing and some threatening before he finally agrees. He will say that he had a horrible time, but you saw him lip singing and tapping his foot to the rhythm the entire time. He even "accidentally" bought two of the same shirt and "reluctantly" took one from you.
Safe to say you will be teasing him about this for a while.
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Author's Note: this is my first time writing headcanons so if its shit don't tell me also I'm slowly getting through requests so be patient plz
Summary: reader is at home when they get a surprise visit
Warnings: angst, cussing, mentions of blood, guns/gunshots, wounds
Word Count: 1K
P.s. based off of season 2 ep 24 also requested by anonymous
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The frantic pounding on the door to your apartment woke you from a blissful slumber. Groggily leaving your's and House's shared bed, you clumsily walk to the door. You let out a small swear as you slam your knee into the small table by the door before opening it.
You are met with the flushed face of one of House's ducklings, Chase. You and Chase had a pretty good relationship almost like siblings in a way. You had seen him with almost every expression on his chiseled face, but you had never seen him with this much worry, fear, or anxiety.
His face softened slightly at the sight of your messy hair and skewed pajamas before returning to his worry filled expression. "House has...he's been...he...House was shot."
It felt as if time itself had stopped. Chase was still talking, probably trying to calm you down, but all you could hear was the rapid heartbeat in your ears.
'How is this possible? Shot? Shot! How could he get shot in a hospital!? Is he okay? What if...what if it's fatal?'
Your spiraling thoughts distracted you from Chase grabbing your shoes and a bag of essentials. You only noticed you were walking when Chase opened the passenger door of his car for you.
He gently guides you into his car and clicks your seatbelt in place before jogging around to the other side. You blankly stare out of the window, your leg constantly bouncing anxiously.
Time passed so slowly. It feels like an eternity had gone by before you finally pull into the hospital parking lot. Before the car even fully stops, you are jumping out and practically sprinting through the hospital to the OR where you know House will be.
Just as your about to sprint through the doors leading to the OR, you feel a pair of strong arms hold you back. They pull you towards their chest, holding you close in their arms you hear them start to whisper in your ear.
"House is going to be okay. The bullet missed anything serious. He will live." Willson's reassuring whispers cause you to finally accept your reality.
Your knees buckle underneath you and James slowly lowers both of you to the ground. You turn in his arms and sob into his chest. He comfortingly rubs his hand up and down you back, whispering reassuring thoughts into your ear.
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It’s been almost an hour since you arrived at the hospital. You're currently sitting in House’s chair watching as the cleaning crew cuts out the patch of carpet with House’s blood splattered on it. Bouncing his iconic ball between your hands trying desperately to stay calm as you wait to hear when and if House makes it out of surgery alive.
Although the bullet missed anything important, it still shattered inside of him causing the surgery to go longer than expected. You hear the door to the office open and you turn to look at who came through.
Cuddy stands there with a smile on her face. You feel your shoulders instantly relax and you stand up and walk into her expecting arms.
“Can I see him?” The momment Cuddy told you what floor he was on, you were sprinting out of the room. Frantically pressing the elevator button, you prayed that he was truely okay.
Standing in front of the doors that lead to his floor, you take a few deep breaths before opening the doors. There he is, looking annoyed even in a drug induced sleep. You slowly walk up to his bed, looking him over seeing the bloody bandage across his upper stomach. You were crying again.
You feel the tears streaming down your face. Tears of relief but also tears of anger. You were beyond furious. ‘How could someone do this to House? Your House? Why would they do this? Don’t they know he has a family here at work? That he has you?’ Your thoughts are interrupted by a series of ragged coughs.
You look over at the man who is lying in the bed next to House’s. He looks over at your tear stained face, then his eyes trail down and stop where your hands are attached to House’s hand.
“That bastard had someone waiting for him?” The confused look on your face made him let out a pitiiful laugh. “I shot House.” The world stoped once again. This time instead of feeling like you were drowning, all you could see was red.
Anger fueled you as you rushed over to the other bed. Before you can kill the man who shot your precious House, you're being restrained by large arms around you.
"You know, we have to stop meeting like this." Wilson slowly pulls you back over to House's bed.
The man in the other bed softly chuckles at you before going into another coughing fit. All you can do is glare at him and hold House's hand once again.
"Shouldn't he be awake by now? That bastard over there is! Why isn't House?" All Wilson could give you was a shrug, explaining that the anesthesia lasts differently for everyone.
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So you waited and waited and waited some more until you felt a slight twitch in his fingers. You look up at his face waiting for his eyes to finally open. And when they did, and he locked eyes with you, you started crying once more.
You feel his hand stroking your cheek wiping away the tears as they fall. You nuzzle your face into his hand, having a hard time believing that he's actually okay.
"Hey idiot, why are you crying? I'm obviously okay." All you could do was laugh at him. Even in the most serious of times he's still managed to be an ass. But he's your ass, and he's alive, and that's all that matters to you.
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Author's Note: hey so I know it's been a while and this request is from a very long time ago and that's my bad but I'm trying to get through these request and I'm trying really hard to not give in to the writer's block but I will be writing more I will be getting through these requests even if it kills me
Summary: reader works at the precinct and has anxiety so when the team goes to Holt's party.... it gets a little overwhelming
Warnings: mentions of an anxiety attack
Word Count: 1.5k
P.S. takes place during season 1 episode 16 "The Party"
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You are excited to see what Captain Holt's home looks like and what his husband is like. You weren't excited about the number of people you have to be around.
Terry's compulsive need to make sure everything went perfectly tonight wasn't helping. You can feel yourself becoming more anxious by the second. You had only been at the party for 20 minutes but it felt like a lifetime.
You are practically glued to your boyfriend's side. Jake can tell that you are struggling but is proud that you have made it this far. He is trying his hardest to keep the conversations he has to a minimum as not to make Terry mad and to keep you calm.
When Kevin came up to Jake, however, you knew you were going to have to find another way to keep your anxiety at bay. And exactly as you predicted Jake completely forgot you existed.
Without Jake, you have to talk to everyone who approaches you. By the fourth person, you are ready to leave. You are desperately searching for Jake or anyone from the precinct. Gina and Rosa are surrounded by people asking Gina questions, Amy and Terry are fighting in the kitchen, and even Scully and Hitchcock are being social.
You can feel your panic rise, suffocating you. You can't stop yourself from pacing the library and your hands won't stop fidgeting. You try and calm yourself the best you can and yet you feel tears starting to fill your eyes.
The sound of your name being called pulls you back into reality. Turning around you find the last person you wanted to see standing there, Kevin. Your brain goes into overdrive, panic sweeps your entire body in a rush.
You feel vomit rising in your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He's speaking to you, but you can't focus on the words. All you can hear is the sound of your own rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Quickly throwing out an apology, you turn and practically sprint out of the room searching for anywhere to hide. You swing open the coat closet, only to find Boyle making out with a woman.
You quickly slam the door and look around for somewhere else. You spot the stairs and make a beeline for them. You spare a quick glance around before stepping over the chain and making your way upstairs.
You throw yourself into the closest room, barely acknowledging that you are in a bedroom, before spotting an open door leading to a closet. You slam the door shut behind you and make yourself into a tight ball in the corner.
Trying desperately to stop the tears raining from your eyes, you steady your breathing the best you can. After a few minutes, the tears have stopped but you can still feel the anxiety eating away at you.
Just as you are about to grab your phone from your bag and call Jake, the door to the bedroom swings open. Your body goes ridged, praying that it's not Holt or Kevin coming to yell at you about being in a no-go party zone.
Instead, you're met with the voice of...Amy? Before you can even wonder why she was also in Holts's room with you, other voices joined hers.
Jake? And Terry? 'What the fuck is happening?' At this point, Terry is yelling at Jake and Amy and you have squeezed yourself farther into the corner, fearing being caught and yelled at by him as well.
Zoning out you subconsciously pull your legs closer to yourself, slowly rocking back and forth. You are vaguely aware of shuffling feet and the door opening again. But you're only pulled from your suffocating thoughts when you hear your name mentioned.
"And what about that y/n person? I barely said three words to them before they practically ran away from me." Your stomach flips. Kevin had just told Holt that you were rude to him. 'What if he hates me now? He has to right? I mean I did hurt Kevin's feeling enough that he complaining about me to Holt! What if he fires me? What if--'
"What! Do you know where she went?" You were expecting him to sound stern and uncaring, but he was actually worried about you. So were some other people apparently.
You hear a door open and the sound of shuffling feet again. "Peralta? Santiogo? Sargent? What are you doing in our bathroom?"
"Were we hiding in your bathroom? Yes. But you can yell at us later, I'm more concerned about y/n right now." Jake's words make you feel even worse. Having people worry about you made your stomach flip and the tears returned to your eyes.
'God, I'm so pathetic. People shouldn't have to worry about me at a party. They should be having fun. I should have stayed home.' These thoughts plague your mind. Tears freely falling down your cheeks as you quietly sob into your hands.
"Did they look anxious? Were they fiddling with their fingers, or looking around nervously? Anything like that?" You vaguely listen to the conversation happening outside the closet. More focused on keeping your sobs quiet.
"I guess they were fiddling with their hands a lot. Their eyes were a little glossy... oh." You hear Jake curse then you hear shuffling feet and people murmuring.
"Did you see where they went?" Jake asks Kevin hopeful for at least a general area of where you could be. All hope was lost, however, when Kevin replies with a sorrowful no.
"They would go somewhere without people. If they had gone outside I would have gotten a text at least letting me know, but I don't have any messages from them. So that means they are still in the house somewhere."
Your heart starts beating faster. You should have known Jake's detective skills would kick in. It was only a matter of minutes before they found you.
"They would have gone somewhere dark and quiet, like a closet, but in a place no one would look..." You hear footsteps getting closer to your hiding spot. You pull your body closer to yourself with each step, your heart pounding excruciatingly loud in your ears.
The door slowly opens revealing a very concerned looking Jake. "Hey, sweetheart." He crouches down to your level and gently pulls your face towards him. "It's okay now sweetie. I'm here for you."
He softly whips the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs before giving you a loving kiss on your forehead. Helping you stand up before giving you a bone crushing hug.
"I'm sorry." Jake hugs you even tighter at your words, his heart shattering. "No no no sweetheart. There is nothing you need to apologize for. I should be apologizing to you for abandoning you when you needed me."
Jake slowly releases you from his grasp and leads you out of the closet and into the Captin's bedroom, where you reluctantly meet the eyes of Holt and Kevin. Before you can apologize profusely to both of them Holt begins to talk.
"I also need to apologize to you y/n. I should have told Kevin about your anxiety before the event and tried to help you." Tears brim your eyes once more, but not out of anxiety, out of the feeling of being loved.
Kevin meets your eyes and you watch as his features soften at the site of your tear stained face.
"I am also sorry." Everyone turns to face Kevin, peering at him questionably. "I have been trying to push everyone Ray works with away. I was worried that he would be treated poorly once again because of his race and his sexuality. But now I see how much you care for each other."
He turns to look at everyone before making eye contact with Holt. They seem to have a silent conversation before both of them nod their heads and start heading for the door.
"Come on everybody do not keep standing in our bedroom like some common pervs." Holt's voice instantly makes us rush out of the room and follow them.
Standing awkwardly on the stairs you wait and watch as Holt and Kevin quickly usher everyone out of their house until only the squad remains.
"Finally, now the real party can begin," Holt gestures for all of us to join them as they walk out of the door to the house, "it feels a little stuffy in here. Let's go somewhere a little more...fun?"
"Raymond is always telling me about the little bar you guys go to after work. I think it is time for me to discover what makes it so great,"
You beam at them, and all feelings of anxiety leave your body as you exit the house. You feel Jake grab your hand and you smile up at him watching as a smile creeps its way onto his face.
He leans down and pecks your lips making your smile grow impossibly bigger.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
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Author's note: hey guys its been a while that's because I have fallen extremely ill twice now in the span of like a month like so ill that I couldn't physically move without being in extreme pain and being so constantly dizzy that simply moving my head in anyway would cause me to be on the verge of throwing up and not being able to walk because the room was constantly spinning......anyways I'm back and I'm writing and I SWEAR THAT IM GETTING TO THE REQUESTS but this has been literally like one paragraph away from being done for like 2 months so I'm posting this first
Summary: House and the reader have a 4 year old child that definitely takes after her father
Warnings: Children, House, Swearing
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You took your eyes away from your kid for 10 seconds. 10 fucking seconds! And when you turned around she was no longer playing with her monster trucks by the nurse's station. You immediately start to panic, frantically searching the entire floor you're on.
Normally you wouldn't be this panic, she runs off all the time, except the last time she wandered off in the hospital she got into the drawers of a patient's room and almost took an entire bottle of pills thinking they were candy.
You collect House's fellows and make them split into teams, sending them to scour the different floors in search of your daughter. By this point, you're on the verge of a panic attack. Your daughter is missing in a giant hospital with so many ways of hurting herself, or getting kidnapped, or just leaving on her own, or---
Your hysterical train of thought is interrupted when you hear your name called out from behind you. Whipping around you find that the source of voice is none other than House. You practically sprint towards him throwing yourself into his arms.
"She's missing and I can't find her and I have everyone looking for her and she's gone and I'm an awful mother and I should have never let her out of my site and how could I---."
"Calm down!" House pushes you back slightly and leans down to be face-to-face with you. "I know where she is."
You look into his eyes before punching him in the shoulder. "Why the FUCK did you not tell me that in the first place!"
"Well I was going to but then someone got all weepy and pathetic so I didn't get the chance."
You roll your eyes at him and scoff, but then you lean back in for another hug. You feel him run his hand along your back soothingly before pulling away and turning towards the elevator.
"Come on I have Thirteen and Kutner watching her right now, but I'm not sure how long they can last around her before their feeling are hurt so bad they cast her out of my office."
You grab his hand and walk to the elevator while picturing your daughter making fun of Thirteen and Kutner. She definitely took after her father in the 'making others feel like trash for fun' category. Something you were trying to teach out of her, but someone keeps teaching her more and more curse words.
As the elevator doors open you let go of House's hand and run to his office. You throw the door open and look around for your daughter. All of the fellows have gathered at the table and give you sushing gestures before pointing behind you.
You turn around to find your daughter lounged in House's yellow chair, her eyes fighting to stay open. You quietly walk through the connecting door and crouch by your daughter's head.
"Hey pretty girl," you stroke her hair lovingly, "you know you can't run off like that. Mommy was so scared. You don't want to scare me do you?"
She groggily shakes her head no before letting out a yawn. "I'm sorry Mommy, but I'm soooooo eepy."
You shake your head with a small smile before kissing your daughter's head lightly and watch as her eyes finally close. Standing up you turn and look through the glass to see House standing there looking at you and your daughter with the most content look you've ever seen on his face.
Turning off the lights and closing the blinds you give one last look at your daughter before walking through the conjoing door and into House's awaiting arms.
"Get a room you two!" Everyone whips their head around to Chase with a furious look on their face.
"Shhhhhhhhh!"
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Author's note: i did not prof read this so if it sucks don't tell me... also I'm going to write more I swear! plz be patient with me as I get through requests!!
