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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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I COULD KISS YOU — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x reader

description: when an offhand comment to praise house for helping you diagnose a patient leads to the silent treatment, you’re both forced to confront the feelings that had been lingering unspoken for too long.

warnings: swearing, angst to a teeny bit of fluff, may be a lil ooc as i’m still iffy on fleshing out how i write the house characters but i’m trying <3

author’s note: had this idea and got excited so bashed it out quite quickly while i was motivated af — hopefully you enjoy !!! let me know what you think

“Gregory House, you bloody genius,” you exclaimed, clenching your fists in excitement, unable to stop the words that came flying out next, “I could kiss you!”

You’d been trying to diagnose your patient for nigh on a week now, and with the young boy’s symptoms rapidly progressing and his condition rapidly worsening, House’s diagnostic expertise provided exactly the breakthrough you needed.

You were ecstatic — mentally piecing together just how he had to be correct — and so without another word you practically skipped out of his office to run some tests and reach the certainty needed to treat the boy as soon as possible.

What House had suggested made perfect sense, accounting for every symptom and every adverse reaction to the treatments you had tried so far, and though you usually mocked his tendency to always smugly assume he was right, at present you were immeasurably grateful for his input.

You were disappointed, then, when you rushed to tell him that the young boy was responding incredibly well to the treatment he suggested and he simply gave you his smug “I-told-you-so” smile and rushed away from you.

He didn’t speak to you again for the rest of the day, choosing instead to actually take time to visit his patients rather than deal with encountering you again.

“What did I do to piss House off?” you asked Cameron, Foreman and Chase shyly as you stood near the nurse’s station with them.

They all just eyed you like the answer was obvious, but Chase shrugged, “When has anyone ever needed to actually do something to piss him off?”

“No, he won’t even talk to me right now,” you frowned, brows furrowed, “It’s weird. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong since this morning.”

The group all looked between eachother, as though deciding who would be the one to have to tell you the honest truth.

“Probably something to do with your little ‘I could kiss you’,” Chase replied, doing a terrible impersonation of you and batting his eyelids flirtatiously as he quoted you, “He didn’t seem to like that very much.”

Your mouth was parted in confusion, “Firstly, I do not sound like that. But secondly, why would he give me the silent treatment for that? Is the idea of kissing me that repulsive?”

Cameron scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You’re both as oblivious as each other, Y/N… He’s ignoring you for literally the opposite reason.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

Was she seriously trying to tell you that House was ignoring you because he didn’t like you joking about kissing him?

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“It’s literally painfully obvious, Y/N,” Foreman groaned, “You’ve had this weird sexual tension going on forever and given that he’s usually bad at giving a damn about people, he gets weird about you. And he obviously has feelings for you, so it rubbed him up the wrong way.”

Chase chuckled, “They’re right. He’s only mad at you because you’re the only person he’s never mad at but you hurt the feelings he apparently has.”

You pondered what he was saying for a moment, trying to piece together whether there was any semblance of truth behind their explanation for House’s weird behaviour.

Truth be told, it was the exact kind of petty and ill-fitting behaviour you’d expect from House.

For such a brilliant man, he could be utterly childish at times, especially if he wasn’t getting his way.

Your relationship had always teetered on the edge of professionalism — he was always making flirtatious comments, he always took your suggestions on board more than the others, always sung your praises to your peers and superiors.

Whilst everyone else was certain it was proof of his feelings for you, you had just thought he appreciated that you never pried into his life unless he offered to divulge information himself, and you were excellent at your job.

Of course, you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed your ambiguous relationship, given the crush you had harboured since very early on in your acquaintance. That’s why you always flirted back, always made sure your input was carefully though out, and why you were always singing his praises too.

But it was Greg House — a man who so famously behaved as though he didn’t care about anyone. So of course you didn’t think that things would ever progress past your unprofessional professional relationship.

“Where is he?”

“In his office,” Cameron smiled, “He told me to make sure nobody bothered him, and I think he meant you because he’s still throwing his toys out of the pram.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “God, he’s ridiculous. I’m going to go and talk to him. Or try, anyway. Wish me luck.”

“Is this House we’re talking about?” Dr. James Wilson made an appearance at your side now, his brow quirked in curiosity as he butted into the conversation.

You nodded, “He’s being a baby instead of actually talking to me about why he’s mad.”

You hoped he’d have some kind of more concrete explanation, given that he was the only person House was even remotely honest around.

“He’s hardly an expert at talking about his feelings, is he? Or having them, actually,” Wilson chuckled, “But he’s been grumbling all day. Please do go and speak to him. For my sanity’s sake, if not your relationship’s.”

“Slow down, Wilson,” you scoffed, but though you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, you couldn’t deny the fluttering in your stomach at any sort of reference to you and House’s potential relationship, “I’m going!”

You entered the room without even knocking, folding your arms over your chest with a stern expression on your features as you strode towards his desk and stood firmly in front of him.

“I’m busy.”

“Busy being petty and ignoring me?”

He looked up now, narrowing his eyes as he realised you were not going to meekly scuttle away like you had done every other time he’d dismissed you today.

“What makes you think that?” sarcasm dripped from his words, “I just so enjoy spending time getting to know my patients and doing paperwork!”

You huffed out a sigh, frustrated by him already trying to dodge the subject, “Greg.”

“Y/N.”

“Greg!”

“Y/N!” he matched your tone just to challenge you, and you scoffed, “Are you really going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“So deliberately evasive?”

His lips drew together in a thin line as he eyed you carefully, “How’s your little boy from this morning?”

“You are so fucking frustrating, Greg,” you scowled, “Can we have an adult conversation here?”

He appeared to ponder over another joke to make, but apparently for the first time in his life thought better, as he remained silent and waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been so stressed out about that kid, and you helped me to help him massively — he’s likely to be discharged by tomorrow. I was so happy, so relieved, and I said I could kiss you,” you began, avoiding his gaze at first until your final sentence, “And it was a silly offhanded comment about how grateful I was, but at the same time I honestly could’ve kissed you because I quite honestly want to a lot of the time.”

Oh my God — you’d stunned the Greg House into silence?

Your breathing was jagged, “I don’t know if you’re just being an ass because you don’t like being on the other end of jokes, or if the team actually aren’t just blind hopeless romantics and you actually care about me. But I just wish you’d talk to me instead of doing all this and making me feel like you don’t care at all.”

He pulled himself up onto his feet, grabbing his cane to lean on as he inched closer to you.

“It’s a bit of both,” his voice was low, and you were sure that if you didn’t know him better you might believe him to be shy about telling you the truth, “I’m not good at caring, and I don’t usually like caring, but I guess I do. Sue me!”

You took another step forward, so that you were so close you were breathing right in each other’s faces.

You were trying to be brave and command the conversation, but your stomach was doing backflips as it dawned on you that what he meant was that he really did feel the same about you.

“Why would you go silent on me then instead of talking to me about it?” you bit your lip as you spoke, and caught notice of how his eyes trailed to your lips as you did so.

He swallowed thickly, “Didn’t feel right to. Hardly professional, is it?”

“Oh, because you’re the picture of professionalism usually aren’t you?” you laughed dryly.

“Point taken,” he shrugged, “Maybe I was little scared. And we’ve got a good thing going, it’s a risk pushing things any further.”

You weren’t happy with that, not when this was Greg House — king of taking risks and breaking rules — and you were certain that it was a risk worth taking anyway.

“When has risk ever stopped you?” you asked, whispering now as your eyes darted between his and his lips whilst he mirrored your behaviour.

“Point also taken,” he mumbled, before finally taking the plunge and bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss that you leaned into immediately.

He quickly leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you to stand between his parted legs.

You pulled back, suddenly aware that anyone could come in at this moment and see you — and whilst the biggest risk here really was endless teasing from the team or a scolding from Cuddy, you did still have some things to discuss too.

You didn’t want to ruin the moment, overcome with giddiness at what had just happened, but you wanted to make your feelings clear; Even if it was to a man who would probably make a jokey remark and underplay his own feelings.

“I don’t know your relationship history, and I don’t care to,” you shrugged, moving your hands to your hips but hardly moving away from him, “Well, I’m not rushing to. I can assume it’s not great, but I just want to take every day as it comes and see where things go because mine isn’t great either. I’m not gonna hurt you, Greg.”

The sincerity in his eyes as he gazed up at you made your heart melt, and you could tell that somehow, some way, you had gotten through to him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t be certain that you’ll keep, Y/N,” he mumbled, before shaking off his own words and standing back up to stare into your eyes intently, “But fine. Because it’s you, I’m willing to try. Provided there’s more of this,” he kissed you again before continuing, “And less of them ogling and concocting their little romantic stories about the lovely doctor Y/N and her damaged old fool.”

You turned around to see the entire team peering through the window, all smiles and whispered chatter at the sight before them.

You raised your middle finger to them, turning back to look at House and stepping back a little from him.

“Unfortunately, those nosey fuckers are not going anywhere,” you rolled your eyes, “If you’re willing to try then we’re going for dinner. Tonight. And we’re going to have a good time, and not talk about this place or about anything you don’t want to.”

He nodded, “I’ll pretend I’m not furious you’ve robbed me of making the grand romantic gesture of being the one to ask,” he cocked his head as he joked, truthfully very much pleased you were the one to ask and confirm that your interest in him was genuine, “But sounds good to me. I’ll wear my nicest tux, eh.”

“Yeah, yeah, ha ha,” you hummed, “Now I’ve got a living patient to go and visit thanks to you. Enjoy your afternoon with that lot,” you gestured to your friends, who were all still stood there watching you, “Good luck. Oh, and pick somewhere to book for us to eat. That can be your grand romantic gesture, hm.”

“Gee, thanks,” he laughed, shaking his head, “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you grinned, swanning out of his office with the biggest smile possible painting your features.

You nudged past your friends as they watched you walk down the corridor, happier than they had probably ever seen you in the time that you’d known them.

They immediately filed into House’s office when you were out of sight, and his head fell back in irritation for a moment despite the smile still gracing his lips.

“Things went well, then?”

“Go away,” he replied, “I’m in a good mood for once, and you idiots aren’t going to ruin that, alright?”

“Woah, okay,” Foreman laughed, “Who are you and what has Y/N done with Greg House?”

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thanks for reading !!! i hope enjoyed and this wasn’t too ooc lol. let me know what you though pleaaase & if you’d like — feel free to request!

in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

#greg house #greg house x reader #gregory house x reader #gregory house #house md #house md imagine #house md imagines #house md one shot #greg house x you #greg house x y/n #dr greg house

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dodgerboxd · 1 year

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Heart-for-brains, you should have known.

#house md #hatecrimes md #greg house #dr greg house #dr house #james wilson #dr james wilson #dr wilson #hilson #houses head #wilsons heart #my art #based on that one promo pic idk. go find it

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hugh-lauries-bald-spot · 1 year

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this came to me in a vision

#hilson #house md #hes so 🥺#house x wilson #wilson x house #dr greg house #james wilson

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poetsplay · 4 months

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i really get house because i, too, am madly in love with dr james wilson

#i heard him in my thoughts when i got sad last night #i would do anything for him #house md #house #hatecrimes md #hate crimes md #dr wilson #dr james wilson #dr house #dr greg house #i mean it when i say madly

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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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#dr james wilson #dr james wilson x reader #house md #james wilson #dr james wilson x peds!reader #house x wilson #dr house #dr house x reader #house x reader #james wilson x peds!reader #dr gregory house #dr greg house #house x cameron #house x cuddy #house x stacy #dr chase #dr cameron #dr foreman #james wilson x reader

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malpracticinghomosexual · 4 months

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^ ^ ^

#domestic hilson i looooooove u #being a menace comes with perks #sorry if the layout is odd im just a guy #transgenders ur oncologist 😊#hilson #house md #dr house #dr wilson #james wilson #gregory house #malpractice md #medical malpractice md #dr greg house #trans james wilson #hilson fanart #james wilson fanart #house md fanart

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her-soliloquies · 6 months

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Oh, funny you should mention that actually!

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#rewatching house because the second time is absolutely better #hilson #house md #house #doctor house #dr house #gregory house #dr greg house #james wilson #dr wilson #wilson #wilson x house #house x wilson #hate crimes md #malpractice md #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #ao3

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barryroyco · 23 days

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fellas is it gay to be attracted to the shine of your boybestfriend’s neediness

#house md #dr house #james wilson #greg house #dr wilson #gregory house #hilson #house/wilson #hate crimes md #house x wilson #dr james wilson #dr greg house

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mutantmiro · 11 months

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Vicodin (Uses and Warnings)

To reduce the risk of dizziness and lightheadedness, get up slowly when rising from a sitting or lying position.

Remember that this medication has been prescribed because your best friend doctor has judged that the benefit to you is greater than the risk of side effects.

#hatecrimes md #dr greg house #gregory house #greg house #house md fanart #house md #james wilson #dr wilson #doctor house #house/wilson #wilson/house #wilson x house #house x wilson #hilson #my art

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cyberstrm · 9 months

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don't be ridiculous

dr greg house x gn!spouse!reader

a/n: my beloved

cws: stab wounds, knife violence, swearing, blood

the day had been so incredibly long. you'd been on your shift for what felt like 100 hours.

"you look very awake." chase mumbled slyly. you shot him a glare and he chuckled. "easy, sunshine. our next patient is...unstable."

you groaned, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared yourself. chase patted you on the back, and headed into the patients room. you followed slowly.

chase was right. this particular patient was, for lack of a better term, very fragile. he was scared and panicked, and you were trying to keep him calm to explain his condition.

a shuddering bang on the glass walls behind you made you jump and you turned to see your husband, greg, standing by the glass with an annoyingly smug expression.

"y/n, i need you for a-" he began, but suddenly, his face fell, and milliseconds later you felt a scuffle behind you, heard a shout, and felt a sharp, slicing pain in your lower back. your saw gregs cane go flying and he stumbled into the room. your vision began to dull as nurses flooded in to help chase subdue the patient. you could feel your legs begin to give way as a pair of arms caught you and broke your fall. you could feel greg behind you, holding you, applying pressure to your bleeding wound.

"i need a gurney!" he shouted to anyone who would listen, before he turned his attention back to you. "you're gonna be fine, just hang on. keep your eyes open, hun, c'mon-"

your eyes closed, and the next thing you know, you're lying on a hospital bed with blinding lights shining in your eyes.

"what? where am i?" you sat up and immediately regretted it, your lower back twinging with a dull but noticeable ache.

"lie back down." greg mumbled from somewhere to your left.

"greg? oh my god...." you rubbed your eyes as the memories flooded back. "how long was i out?"

"a few hours." he replied, avoiding your gaze.

"shit..." you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes. "shit, why am i crying..."

greg sighed. "c'mere." he sat on your bed and pulled you into his arms, letting you cry into his blazer. "it's okay, it's alright. deep breaths. god, you had me worried..."

you clung to him. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to worry you..."

"don't be ridiculous. c'mon, you need to rest." he stood up and tucked you in, before kissing you on the forehead. you chuckled sadly, content to wallow in your injury and enjoy this soft side to your husband for a little longer.

"...love you.." you mumbled with a deliberate whiny tone.

he sighed deeply, a smile tugging on his lips. "i love you, idiot."

#house md #greg house x reader #gregory house #dr greg house #gregory house x reader #gregory house x you #robert chase

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