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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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need a fic where james and y/n ask house to be their baby’s uncle/godfather…

yes, yes, yes, yes. and one more time, yes.

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Uncle House

description - y/n asks House to be her baby's godfather. An unusual decision to say the least.

a/n - James, y/n, and House are the definition of that 'you, me and steve' TikTok

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"Let's just do it today and get it over with." Y/n perched on the arm of James' chair as he vigorously penned documents so he didn't have to answer her. She stroked over her 6 month bump, absentmindedly. And as she spoke he found his hand joining hers.

"Maybe, we wait and have the baby tell him."

"Nope come on, we're doing it now. He hasn't got a case buttt he's still on the high of finishing the last one. His heart is ready and open for us."

"Did you mean to make that sound sexual?"

She grasped his hand and pulled him up to drag him down the corridor.

"Come on, you coward!"

'Is this the pregnancy hormones or were you always this mean?"

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"Sorry?"

James and y/n sat together on the armchair on House's, facing him.

There was a notable silence. Y/n was sat forward smiling eagerly awaiting his answer, whereas James was wishing he could crawl the words back into his throat.

"So, what do you say?" Y/n's smile unnerved House.

"Let me get this straight. In the event of your deaths, I would get custody of your child. Me?"

"I'll admit the decision is an unusual one and I am still trying to understand it myself. But, it's what y/n wants." James delivered a soft kiss to her forehead.

"So I would get your baby?"

"Yes."

"To take care of?"

"Yes."

"To protect from harm?"

"Yes.

"And I'd be able to mould them to believe what I want and teach them my ways and they could be my little prodigy."

"Well--" They both faltered at this and looked at each other. Both suddenly worried about this decision.

"Too late! No take backs!" He suddenly lunged forward and cradled y/n's bump.

"Did you hear that? You're gonna be just like your uncle House!"

House lay his head on her bump with his eyes closed, stroking her bump contentedly. Both James and y/n had pulled back from the unique situation. Seeing as House barely enjoyed touching anyone but his hookers, this was a sight to see.

"Oh my god!" y/n whisper-shouted.

"I know," James answered.

"This is exactly what I hoped for." She finished as she bent down to join in the three-way hug between her, house and her baby.

James was confused by her response. Rather than bring up how unnerving he found the scene, he chose to sit back and wait for his best friend to stop fondling his wife's pregnant belly.

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thievedreams · 2 months

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this show is literally absurdist comedy in a medical drama wrapper. like this is a real scene

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rumple04 · 10 months

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I couldn’t choose between those two versions, soooo …

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michelle-is-writing · 2 months

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Christmas, Dr. Gregory House

Word count: 1.8k~

Warnings: mention of sex, House being House

"It's a marshmallow world in the winter," I sing, stringing lights on my apartment's Christmas tree. "When the snow comes to cover the ground," I sing the next verse of Brenda Lee's song before turning toward Greg with a smile. Sitting on the couch, the salt and pepper haired man sips at a small glass of eggnog (with a shot of whiskey in it, no less) while staring at the tree with a bored look on his face. Even when he sees my smile, he still remains there with a frown.

"Greg," I state his name, his blue eyes flickering up to mine. Seeing that I have his attention, I smile. "Come help me set up the tree."

"Why? So we can just take it down two weeks later?" He asks, making me sigh, my smile now a frown to match his. I love Greg, but I absolutely hate his pessimistic views - and with it being the week of Christmas, I will not let his negative opinions ruin anything.

"Fine," I say to him, placing the string of lights down beside me. "If you don't want to do that, then do something else for me," He raises an eyebrow in question at me, waiting for me to finish. "Come dance with me."

All of a sudden, he breaks into a dry laugh before stopping all of a sudden with his usual frown. "Have you forgotten?" He asks me, holding his hands over his crippled leg. “Crippled, if you haven’t noticed.”

Rolling my eyes with a smirk, I nod at him. "How could I forget?" I ask him, "There isn't a moment that goes by that you don't use it to your advantage," with that, I let out a fake thoughtful sigh. "And there isn't a moment that goes by where I don't say 'no' to you on getting on top."

At my response, he tilts his head sideways while staring at me with squinted eyes like a child would if you teased them. At his behavior change, I smile once again before walking over to him by the couch. Serves him right for being a smart ass all the time, and finally, I said something he had no clap-back to.

"I don't want to break dance or anything like that," I tell him, taking his rough and big hands into my own smaller ones. "I just want to slow dance with you."

For once, he slowly smiles up at me before standing up with a little help from me. "Okay," He says, stumbling a bit as he tries to stand up straight without his cane. "We'll dance - but if I fall, I'm taking you down with me."

Giggling at him, I nod and kiss his lips for a short second before we wrap our arms around each other and start slow dancing. The next Brenda Lee song that comes on is a slower and sweeter song that I enjoy a lot. Greg on the other hand doesn't really care for anything Christmas, so he could give two thoughts less.

"Rockin' around the Christmas Tree at a Christmas party hop," I sing in a light voice, watching as Greg continues to smile and stare at me. "Mistletoe hung where you can see, every couple tried to st-" I continue on, until abruptly being cut off by Greg's lips on mine. We continue to kiss each other for a few seconds until pulling away, a smirk resting on Greg's face.

"What was that for?" I ask him with a shocked grin. Still smirking, Greg just looks above him with me following his gaze, a small green piece of berry filled fern hanging above us. I don't remember putting that up there...

"I thought it would be useful," Greg states as we both look back at each other. "Turns out this cripple can do a few things for his woman," He notes, matter-of-factly.

Smirking back at him, I shake my head in comical disbelief. "Out of all of these Christmas decorations, you put up mistletoe?" I ask him, receiving a shrug back.

"I like this tradition better than the rest," Greg confesses, still gently swaying us. "Besides," he leans in close, his lips close to my cheek. "It benefits us both."

In response, I can't help but slap his shoulder with a giggle. "You perv," I chide, moving to rest my hands on his shoulders while his linger on my waist. "How long has that been up there?"

"I put it up this morning," He answers with a gentle tone just before we both fall into a comfortable silence. Did I expect Greg to do anything festive during these happy times? Absolutely not. But was I really all that surprised in finding mistletoe that just so happens to be festive? Kind of. Being a little bit of a narcissist, Greg only put that up because he could use the excuse that it was Christmas themed instead of the actual reason being that he just wanted to kiss me without showing spontaneous romance - a possible weakness to him.

As we dance with each other, I quickly notice the usual bags underneath his eyes are slowly fading away and the blueness of his irises have turned more lively with brightness lively in them. In the short amount of time of being away from work, Greg is starting to look a bit younger than he actually is. Although, I do think this is due to him being away from the stressful environment that is his work. And to think, he actually took these days off for me; maybe he isn't such a narcissist after all...

During my thinking, Greg has managed to move us over near the couch while we were dancing, only to trip and cause us both to fall over on the soft cushions. Of course, he did this on purpose. Scrap my earlier thought - he's definitely a narcissist.

"Oops," He says sarcastically, "I fell," Greg points out, staring up at me with a small smirk beginning to take over his lips once more.

At his goofiness, I roll my eyes at him and lightly pat his chest a few times before moving to get up. However, when I go to move over him, Greg quickly catches me in his arms and pulls me back down to his chest, holding me close to him as if he wants me to stay where I am.

"No, no, just stay here, please," He begs, his voice resuming its gentle tone from earlier. Nonetheless, it takes me by surprise. I would have never expected Greg to say that. As I mentioned before, he'll use any excuse he can find to make it seem like he's not being romantic or sweet.

"Okay," I tell him, my eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion as I nuzzle my head further into his chest to become a bit more relaxed in his embrace. "Are you comfortable?" I ask, moving my leg away from his bad one.

"The most I'll ever be," He answers me, his hand smoothing down my hair. "Have I ever told you how great it is to lie with you?" He questions me, making me roll my eyes once again.

"Are you talking about when we’re having sex or when we do this?" I ask for clarification, making him chuckle.

"I mean like this," He answers as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "Then again, I do enjoy both situations, but I'm talking about right now," I can't help but smile as my cheeks heat up a little in response to his words, a sigh soon falling from his lips. "I've been married before and had a few girlfriends, but nothing with them could ever compare to how I feel with you. You just make me feel the best I have felt in a while," He further admits, his voice still soft and quiet with his confession.

Sighing sweetly, I shake my head against the soft material of his grey jumper before speaking. "I bet you've told all your women that," I half-joke, quickly receiving an answer back.

"No, actually, I haven't," Greg retorts, making me look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Bright blue eyes look back at me with no emotion, yet at the same time, pure honesty. "I haven't told any other women this because it wouldn't be true, and well, I wouldn't care if they heard me say it or not," Sitting us up a bit, Greg places his hand on my cheek in a sensual and meaningful way.

"(Y/n), I love you," He confesses, his voice never wavering or cracking up. In response to his words, my eyes slightly widen as I feel my whole body become tense. "And I know I may not be the most expressive guy when it comes to my emotions, but believe me when I tell you that you have made me a better man," He adds on, his thumb now beginning to softly run over my cheek.

"Or, at least, I think I have," Greg adds, giving a soft shrug. "Ultimately, it’s you and the guys at work that would see it, so you might have to ask them just to be sure," his words make me roll my eyes that are currently tearing up, but I can't resist my smile at the same time. Once again, Greg can't let it be known that he can be spontaneously romantic at times. "They'd probably tell you I'm still an ass, but I think-"

Before he can say anymore, I move forward and press my lips to his in a sweet kiss. Of course, he kisses back instantly, but not before he smiles as well. Once we pull apart, I stare down at him breathlessly before speaking. "I love you too, Greg," I tell him, the four words I have been dreaming about telling him falling freely from my lips. "I have for a long time, but I was... I was too scared to say it."

Greg then smiles back at me and tilts his head to the side as he moves his arms down to my waist and holds my body closer to his. "Well," he says, searching his mind for a sarcastic answer. A few seconds pass until he sighs and looks back at me with an even bigger smile. "Here’s your Merry Christmas," He chimes, jokingly mocking me.

Grinning at him, I shake my head before he moves forward and reattaches our lips once more, the tune of Christmas carols playing behind us as we kiss. Maybe Greg won't be so pessimistic about Christmas anymore. I mean... we can only pray and hope so. Nonetheless, I guess it really is a Merry Christmas to me.

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cyberstrm · 9 months

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age gap

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: legal age-gap, teasing, flirting

a/n: i love men thrice my age

as you entered house's office, you tried to control your expression and heartbeat. chase, cameron and foreman greeted you as you sat down, cameron sending you a smirk and sideways glance. you glared at her, willing her not to say anything.

last night had been...interesting. you and cameron had gone drinking, you got wasted, and admitted you were completely in love with your boss, house. you fell asleep, woke up feeling a bit crap, then remembered what you'd said, and consequently felt incredibly embarrassed. you trusted cameron, but didn't trust yourself not to accidentally reveal yourself with blushing cheeks or avoided eye-contact.

house entered the room, and discussion on the latest case began. you contributed when you could, and listened when you couldn't, trying to ignore house's flirty comments and glances when he thought you weren't looking.

he dished out assignments for the case, leaving you to do some tests on a sample. you stood up and collected your things, before house approached you and pushed you back into your chair with the tip of his cane.

"i-i....what are you doing?" you stammered.

"l/n, you're acting weird and i need to know why, or i can't trust you to do your job."

the statement hung in the air for a moment. you avoided his gaze as he stared you down.

"i'm fine, house." you replied finally, still not looking at him.

"then why," he began, leaning forward on his cane, then, using his other hand, he used his finger to lift your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. "won't you look at me."

you felt your face warm at his touch. "i-i..."

"oh, y/n," he began, smirking. the use of your first name didn't help with your blushing. he tilted his head and looked at you with reproachful eyes. "i'm far too old for you."

"what do you...?" you began, but it was no use. house continued to smirk down at you.

"i mean, i'm almost twice your age, but maybe you like that. maybe that gets you off." he teased. you stood up quickly, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"a-and what, you get off on teasing people?" you quip back.

"just you." he answers. you'd had enough of this teasing and being messed about, so turned to leave with a huffy sigh. before you reached the door, a hand grabbed your wrist. "i'm-...sorry." he mumbled. you were taken aback.

"what?"

"sorry. i didn't mean to upset you. i'm a bit lousy with...feelings."

"....feelings?"

house looked at you with a pained look. "...but it doesn't matter, like i said, i'm too old for you."

"and i like that," you smirked, feeling flutters in your stomach. "like you said."

house smirked. "so...if i asked you out to dinner...?"

"i'd say yes." you smiled, relief and joy washing over you. "and if i asked for a kiss..?"

"i'd say you're not doing your job." he replied with a drawl. "go do the sample."

you rolled your eyes. "you can decide the restaurant."

you went to leave, but house had one more thing for you, and pulled you back, before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. and another. and another.

"now you can go do your job."

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