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SET-UP — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x f!reader

description: wilson knew house had the hots for you, because every time you visited to have lunch with your best friend he seemed to make an appearance. so, after growing increasingly fed up of just watching his two best friends pine, he decides to do something about it.

warnings: swearing, maybe a tiny bit ooc for house at some points but i got a bit of writers block at one point and couldn’t get the flow so i hope it’s ok! other than that, not much else!

author’s note: i kinda wanna write some wilson imagines after this too hehe so if you have wilson requests please let me know ! i hope you enjoy <3

“Y/N’s coming for lunch today,” Wilson hummed, pulling his lips into a thin line to prevent the smirk threatening to grace them, “Around 1:15, I believe.”

House’s head snapped up from the pile of papers in his hands, but he tried to make it look like he was just astounded by something he’d read and not pleased he may get a chance to see you today.

“And you’re telling me about your lunch date, why?”

Wilson scoffed, “Because for someone who likes to joke that I was having an affair with her, you also seem very fond of flirting with her every chance you get.”

House rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air dismissively, “Jealous, much? If anything it’s your mistress that’s taken a liking to me, I’d say.”

He wasn’t wrong — your lunchtime visits got more and more frequent once House had started imposing himself on your lunches.

Wilson was your best friend, and since you’d only just moved back to the area after a hell of a break-up and you worked nearby, you’d made a habit of coming to grab lunch with him.

You were both so perpetually busy of late that you rarely saw each other in your free time, so your lunch meet-ups were the perfect way to stay caught up… And to ogle at his other best friend as he brooded away in the corner.

“Sure, that’s why you’re always conveniently free at lunch when she’s visiting,” Wilson replied, shaking his head at him.

House pressed his hand to his chest and feigned a gasp, “Wow, so serendipitous. Maybe we are meant to be! I’d better go and buy a ring!”

It was Wilson’s turn to roll his eyes now, knowing that House wasn’t going to budge.

And that was when his plan was concocted.

Two hours later, at just around 1:20, House ambled past the cafeteria pretending not to be scanning the room for his best friend and you.

When he turned to leave, not spotting either of you and assuming plans had change, he collided with you and your hands flew to his chest as you steadied yourself in panic.

“Oh Greg! I’m so sorry,” you flushed crimson as he chuckled, leaning on his cane but placing one hand on your waist to help steady you too, “I was about to leave because James wasn’t here still and I assumed he was still busy with a patient.”

You were well aware of how his hand lingered on your waist still, and yours was still flush against his chest as you watched each other carefully.

“Strange. He seemed very excited about lunch today and he’s never la— ah, I see what’s going on here.” House deadpanned, finally moving his hand from its spot against you.

You mirrored him, moving your own hand back to your side as it clicked in your mind too just what was going on here.

“That little shit,” you laughed, “I should’ve known.”

You took a small step back, acutely aware of how close you were and how intensely he seemed to be watching your movements.

“You don’t, uh, have to have lunch with me,” you gazed at the floor for a moment, “I’ll grab something on my way home. I’ll just text him and let him know I’m heading off.”

“No,” House stayed still, barely a hint of a smile on his face until he seemed to consciously realise that and force one, “I’m starving. Might as well. You’re a much less insufferable eating companion than Wilson usually is anyway.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Much less insufferable. Wow, House, anyone might think you’re actually in love with me. You’re just too kind.”

His lips broke into a small smile now too, pleased that your reaction had been in jest too.

He liked that you never took his jokes the wrong way, and maybe he should admit that Wilson was right to think he had feelings for you.

But admitting them made things much more complicated, and so he was more than happy to just continue flirting with you.

On the other hand, you were more than aware of House’s past thanks to Wilson, and though you’d suspected he may reciprocate your feelings for months now, you also were unsure of whether to bring it up.

You joined the cafeteria queue in a comfortable silence, sinking into your seats opposite each other minutes later and spending a moment just watching each other carefully.

As a small smile graced his lips, you couldn’t help but begin to feel brave.

“I like it when you have lunch with us,” you grinned, taking a bite of your food to punctuate the point you were making, “James thinks I enjoy it too much. It’s no surprise he’s done this, really. Sneaky asshole.”

House stared inquisitively at you, thinking over what he wanted to say in response, “I like having lunch with you too. Much more without Wilson here, surprisingly.”

You smiled softly across at him now, an unspoken undercurrent to his words that sat firmly in your chest and made you feel warm.

“I’m glad. I think it’d be nice if— if,” okay, the bravery was waning now as he continued to watch you carefully, a twinkle in his eye, “If we got food together, like, out of here sometime.”

His eyebrows raised for a split second as though he’d not expected that from you, but he leaned forward to rest his chin on his open palm as his elbow found the tabletop, “You do, hm?”

You nodded once, only quickly, as if afraid to confirm what you’d said any more for fear of embarrassment if he declined.

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” he teased, and now you just blushed crimson again and looked down at the table with a small whine, “Greg!”

He shook his head, laughing at his own teasing and taking a bite out of his sandwich as if to deliberately keep you on edge waiting.

“I think a date with you sounds good,” he shrugged, as though entirely nonchalant about it, “If nothing else it’ll get Wilson off our backs, hey?”

You heaved out a sigh, no longer feeling the warm fuzziness you had been and instead just growing irritated.

You usually liked his dry sense of humour, and his tendency to play down every emotion or make light of every situation — but now you just felt mortified.

He seemed to realise this, shaking his head again and leaning forward even more, “Sorry— no, I’d actually like to go for dinner with you, Y/N. Because I want to, and have for a while. Not because our moron of a mutual friend has been trying to set us up for an infuriatingly long time.”

You felt your stomach flip at these words, hope reigniting a fire in the pit of your stomach as he continued eating his food.

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“Not before our first date!” he joked, feigning shock before chuckling at himself and then relaxing his face, “No, I’m not fucking with you. I’d like to take you on a date. This week, maybe.”

You took out your phone, opening up your contacts and pressing “Add a contact” with a blissful grin on your face, “Put your number in, then. And I’ll call you.”

“This isn’t one of those ‘“I’ll call you’’ and then you never come back for lunch and don’t call me’ moments is it?” you knew he was joking, but there was a small part of him that was genuinely unsure you were serious about this as he took your phone and entered his number.

“Why, happen often? Do women not swarm to you?” you giggled, taking back your phone and letting your hand linger on his for just a moment too long.

He cocked his head, “Don’t you know tortured souls with legs that barely work are like, so last season?”

You chuckled at that, “Well, I’m a last season kind of girl. And I’ve got to get back to work, but I will call you.”

“I’ll be waiting by the phone,” he joked, before softening his expression and rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand where it rested on the table in front of him, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. Have a good day.”

You sent him a wide smile in return, standing up and discarding your rubbish in the bin on your way out as you waved a final goodbye.

As you reached the edge of the cafeteria, you finally saw Wilson’s tall frame approaching and shot him a knowing grin, shaking your head slowly at him as a smirk graced his lips.

“Oh, Y/N! I thought I’d missed you. Have you seen House?”

“Nope, no sign of him,” you sing-songed jokingly, almost failing at your charade until you watched his face drop under the belief that his plan had failed, “I’m joking, moron. We’re going on a date. Thanks, Cupid.”

The smirk returned to his face then, his eyes lighting up at the victory, “Ha! I knew it.”

You pulled him into a hug abruptly — because though his scheming was annoying, you were immeasurably grateful for his push because you’d never have had the courage to ask Greg fucking House on a date without it.

“Thanks, man,” you hummed, pulling away and ruffling his hair, “I just asked Greg House on a date because of you… What the actual fuck.”

“You asked him— no, actually I’m not surprised,” he shrugged, “I’m glad though. It was getting annoying watching you both silently pine, so I had to do something. I’m happy you’re finally doing something about it now.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, but I love you,” you gently shoved his shoulder, resting your hand on it for a moment before noticing your watch on your wrist and realising you needed to rush off, “Shit, I’d better go. I’ll text you later. Have a good day!”

“You too, Y/N,” he waved you off with a smile, blissfully relieved that his plan had worked and his too best friends were finally beginning to admit their feelings for each other, “Now to go and grill House!”

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thanks so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed — sorry it’s been a while since i’ve posted as well. if you’d like to send in any requests, please feel free! and in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

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→ pairing: yoongi x reader

→ genre: brothersbestfriend!yoongi, teeniest bit of angst, eventual fluff, love confessions!

→ words: 1.7k

→ warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, other than that it’s pretty tame just making out and some v cuteness

→ description: you’ve always had an awkward crush on your brother’s best friend, made worse by the reciprocation that had once culminated in a kiss that had since been left undiscussed. however, it’s not forgotten — and when your brother tells yoongi you’re about to go on a date with your cheating ex-boyfriend, he refuses to lose his chance with you. not again.

“Jinnie, I promise I know what I’m doing.”

You rolled your eyes as your brother scoffed down the phone, less than impressed with your statement, “I know you Y/N, and you do not. See I’m just looking out for you.

Okay, so maybe he was right to be concerned. You’d agreed to meet up with your ex boyfriend and, though you knew it was a bad idea, you’d made absolutely no corrections when he called it a date.

You sighed, staring yourself down in the mirror as you contemplated your response. You were hardly dressed up, but still it sunk in that maybe this wasn’t a particularly great idea.

You broke up for a reason. He didn’t want you anymore, made evidently clear by the string of flings he’d amassed with other people throughout the entirety of your relationship. You should’ve known better than to believe him crawling back claiming he missed you.

But you figured you couldn’t keep pining over the boy you really wanted to be with forever. Maybe this was a mistake, but at least it could distract you from the ache in your chest at the thought of Min Yoongi.

He was your brother’s best friend — immediately off limits, but immediately the most enticing man you had ever met, even if he barely ever used to talk to you. Hellos and goodbyes were enough, the sound of his laugh from the other side of the wall was enough.

And then, one night, you’d heard him and Seokjin working on a track together and curiosity had gotten the better of you. You’d crept to the door, ear pressed to it to hear what was going on.

The melody blasting through was incredible. You’d always been proud of your brother’s music talent, never failing to be amazed by the passion he shared with his friends — yoongi in particular, much to your dismay.

“You know if you wanted to listen, you could just come in and join us,” you turned to find Yoongi, stood with his hands in his pockets and his eyebrow raised, having just left the bathroom.

You blushed crimson as his eyes bore into you intentely, a smirk gracing the pink of his plush lips as you stepped away from the door, “Oh—sorry, I just was going to get a drink and I got curious.”

He shook his head, a brief flash of nervousness on his face before he licked his lips and smirked once more. He edged ever so slightly closer to you, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes as your breath caught in your throat.

“Mhm,” he hummed, and you could feel his breath on your face as he leaned down a little.

Your heart was thrumming against your ribcage, your cheeks deeper crimson than you were sure they’d ever been before, fighting back the urge to shy away and run back to your room.

“Can I try something?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone as he continued to glance between your eyes and your lips, one of which was pulled between your teeth as you nodded nervously.

Was this really happening? Was the boy you’d been in love with for as long as you could remember about to kiss you?

And he did — plump lips pressing against yours for a fleeting moment, but long enough that you were certain you’d never forget the feeling.

Afterwards it seemed he had, though.

He’d left you standing on your landing, returning to your brother and their project and never so much as acknowledging the event again. You, on the other hand, were in pieces at the notion that you might have disappointed him. Were you a bad kisser? Was he doing it just to toy with you?

Usually, being kissed by your crush would be a hopeful occurrence. The start of something. But for you it was simply a stark reminder that you needed to move on — and so that’s precisely what you were trying to do in this moment.

Granted, it was with the worst possible person, but you were still bitter and upset and he had come (back) along at just the right time as you reeled over Yoongi’s silent rejection of you.

You had spent so long poring over thoughts of how Yoongi felt about you, but you had decided that you couldn’t let that bother you anymore. The notion of him reciprocating your feelings was surely a pipe dream, anyway.

You reapplied your lipstick one final time, heaving in a deep breath as you gave yourself one last stare-down in your hallway mirror and whispered affirmations of “this will be fine!” to yourself.

As you turned on your heel to leave your house, a figure knocked firmly at the door, startling you into swifter motion — had he decided to pick you up on a whim? Of course he knew where you lived, maybe this was simply an additional gesture to reap forgiveness from your too-kind heart.

You were shocked, however, when you pulled it open to find a heavy-breathing Min Yoongi with a pained expression on his face and clenched fists.

“Yoongi?”

“Can I come in?”

“I’m about to leave—,”

“Don’t go back to him, Y/N.”

You were taken aback — he’d come all the way to your house to talk you out of this? Had Jin sent him?

You shook your head, “Look, you can tell Jin that I’m a big girl and can take care of myself. I’m not going to fuck him, I’m not going to fall back into his arms, I’m just going on one date to catch up.”

Yoongi took a step forwards, sending you stepping backwards so that he could push into the house. He closed the door behind himself as his expression twisted in concern, his eyes pleading with you, “Jin didn’t send me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, sweaty palms swiping at your jeans as you felt his eyes rake over your frame, “What?”

“He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N. He’s a piece of shit,” the words flew out almost venomously, and Yoongi cleared his throat before he continued, “And I know I fucked up and made things weird with you but I can’t let you go back to the wrong person. Not again.”

You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one hip, “Jin tells you everything about me, huh? Since when?”

“Since I told him I was in love with you and had fucked up by kissing you and then ignoring you.”

These words knocked the air from your chest, winding you to the point where you feared you might not be able to heave out a breath again. Your brain was whirring, empty of coherent thoughts but busy with frantic ones.

In love with you?

“In—In love with me? B-but you kissed me and then just pretended I didn’t exist,” it was your turn to clear your throat now, not letting him immediately be forgiven even if your heart was racing a million beats per second, “You’re not just playing with me, Min?”

He looked down at his feet for a moment, cheeks growing pink and a frown masking his gorgeous features, “I know. I’m sorry. But you’re my best friend’s little sister and I-I didn’t know what to do about my feelings so I pushed them away. I’m not playing with you. That’s exactly why I didn’t make it known… I didn’t want you or your brother to worry about my intentions.”

Your heart swelled at these words, and you tentatively raised a hand to place it on his chest. He lifted one of his own, resting it atop yours as his eyes softened, “I mean it, Y/N.”

You swiped your tongue over your lip, still in disbelief, “And is… Is Jin okay about it?”

“He wasn’t best pleased at first, admittedly,” Yoongi chuckled, “But I was honest with him and he knows I’m serious about it. Besides, he said you’ve been… how did he word it… Embarrassingly obsessed with me since we were little.”

You shoved him back a little, pulling your hand from his chest as you scowled teasingly, “Yah! Not true!”

“It so is.”

“Hey! Don’t make me actually go meet Y/E/N, pabo.”

His eyes lit up as they crinkled with laughter, “You’re not going to go?”

You grinned up at him, reaching up to push his hair from his eyes as he watched your every moment, “How can I when the guy I’ve been embarrassingly obsessed with since we were little has just told me he loves me too, huh?”

He nodded slightly, curling his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest with a beaming smile painted on his face, “Mhm,” he sing-songed, licking his lips as he stared down at yours, “How about I make up for last time and kiss you again? You know, as a thank you for not going.”

“And you’re not going to ignore me afterwards his time?”

He shook his head vigorously, before dipping his head so that his lips were just ghosting above yours, sending shivers down your spine, “Not when I could just keep kissing you instead.”

“I like the sound of that,” you hummed, before he closed the gap between you, pulling you in closer for a kiss that sent fireworks exploding within every single inch of you.

“Maybe I could even… Be the one to take you out tonight?” he posed the suggestion more as a question than a statement, and you nodded with a grin, “Hm… Maybe a few more kisses could convince me.”

“Of course, princess,” he dipped his head to kiss you again, even deeper this time as he gently pushed you back towards your hallway wall, hands never leaving your hips.

You leaned into his touch, craving the intimacy you’d been wanting from him for so long, and he smirked into the kiss as he gave you exactly what you wanted.

“And for the record, jagiya,” Yoongi whispered as he pulled back for the briefest moment, admiring the way your lipstick had smudged because of his kisses, “I’ve been embarrassingly obsessed with you since we were little too.”

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a/n: thank you so much for reading! i hope this was okay, please feel free to send in requests because i am writing a lot at the moment and am desperate for new ideas! here is my bts masterlist for now, but i’m happy to expand to other artists it’s just that i only have bts content so far! thanks again <3

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