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Gay Male Reader x Gregory House

It was a normal day in the hospital, patients in and out, the rare Code Blue and of course, unfortunate passings.

Today felt like any other, especially under the guidance of Doctor Gregory House. A cold, stoic man, uncaring, dismissive and quite frankly, a pain in the ass. He always looks tired and grumpy , he doesn’t care for his patients, but he is an incredible doctor, figuring out the hardest of cases everyday, every second, even on his breaks and holidays. However, there are the occasional money launderers, those who seek out to claim medical malpractice from botched surgeries or misdiagnosed illnesses.

You stand behind Gregory, as he belittles a stubborn, pathetic man, faking mutism from an apparent botched knee surgery rendering him mute. Turns out he has done this to many doctors before House.

With one final comment…..and a swift slap to the face, Gregory walks out, his cane trudging against the floor as he limps out of the room. He turns to you and motions you outside with him. You stumble around, gathering your things and follow him out.

With no subtle changes in emotion, no facial cues, Gregory turns to you,

“The thing I like most about an idiotic day like this, is to eat my feelings, there’s a nice Italian place down the street?”

You hesitate, bewildered at what you believe is an attempt by Gregory to ask you out.

“Yeah….sure”

Greg nods, letting out a small ‘hm’ as he continues to hobble off, swiftly walking into the break room and opening your locker, before you even have a chance to react, he takes your keys from within your hung up coat and leaves the hospital.

“What the fu-….” You mutter as you follow him.

Confused as to how this slow walking asshole has disappeared, your keys in his hand, you let out a tired sigh.

*HHHHOOONNKKKK*

Gregory, from within your car shouts,

“Hurry up, you’re slower than me on a good day”.

You climb into your car, start it, and drive off, the entire time Gregory has what you’d like to believe is an attempt at a very effortless smirk.

“So…….why are you here, House?” You mutter.

“Isn’t it obvious, snail pace?” He asks.

“Clearly not”

“We are going to have a nice Italian pizza, watch a movie, and rest our feet after a long day” He replies, looking out the window, ignoring you.

“We are?”

“Yes, we are, why? Do you have anywhere better to be?”

“……..well…..no”

“Then it’s settled them” He smiles at you like the occasional smug prick he can be, his annoying unwavering confidence fuelling his pride and his now extremely obvious attempt at flirting with you as you pull up to the restaurant.

Wednesday: who’s “mommy🥰”?

Enid: what are you hiding Y/n?

Weems: girls, what’s that important you’re ignoring the class?

Y/n: you-

Enid and Wednesday: 😳

Finn stood in front of his bedroom mirror, and smirked to himself. Ryan and Mara were due to arrive any second, and he looked fabulous.

The outfit was a carefully curated sort of thing—he didn't want to look obvious. No, he was quickly figuring out that Vance was the sort of man you had to reel in real slow. After all, if Vance worked out exactly what Finn was up to, he'd probably freak right out and babble on and on about that stupid contract.

Finn had read the contract carefully, of course. Sure, it said that Vance wasn't allowed to come on to Finn, but it definitely didn't say anything about Finn coming on to Vance.

So, the outfit.

He'd kept the jean shorts on. It hadn't been hard to miss the way Vance's entire brain had turned off when Finn spun on his heel and showed off at least half his ass. With it, he just added a V-neck T-shirt, the collar showing off a small portion of his chest, which had been previously waxed when Finn had borrowed Vance's credit card for a spa day—with his enthusiastic permission, of course.

The waxing hadn't been fun, but it wasn't nearly as painful as Ryan made it sound. Once Mara had somehow managed to convince Ryan to wax his legs after entirely too much beer and weed, and Ryan had shrieked like he was being murdered after one strip.

In contrast, Finn didn't find it to be that bad, not even when the girl went to wax his ass.

It had all been worth it if Vance's response had been anything to go by.

Finn smirked proudly as he admired himself in the mirror, then pulled up his hair into its usual man bun just as his phone buzzed with a text from Ryan, telling him that they were almost there.

Grinning, Finn grabbed his phone and all but skipped down to the main level of the house, arriving at the bottom stair just as one of the maids was letting the pair in.

Ryan and Mara had been to Vance's house a few times already, but they both still adopted a certain gobsmacked look on their faces every time they came by. Mara was always more reserved about it, but Ryan didn't bother to try hiding his amazement, and always looked like he was struggling to unstick his jaw from the floor.

“Seriously, bro, every time?” Finn called out while he signed, the volume of his voice making his words echo through the expansive halls. Ryan grinned shamelessly, and as Finn waved his hand in invitation, the pair followed him upstairs.

Catching up with Ryan and Mara had an unfortunate effect of giving Finn tunnel vision, and he forgot everything else but his two buds (because Mara dating Ryan automatically made her his bud).

On top of that, Vance's house happened to be stupid huge, so was it really his fault if he didn't hear the doorbell?

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This really wasn't how it was supposed to go.

If TV was to be believed, it should have been: Home, Hotel, Hotel, Husband.

Instead, Finn had been given the boot from his parents' estate at fifteen, simply because they 'accidentally' hacked into his phone and found an embarrassing amount of gay porn in his browser history.

After that horrifying family intervention, Finn had been given two minutes to pack a bag before he was dumped on the street, and the security gate was shut firmly behind him.

As most kids his age would do, Finn headed straight for his friend's house. Unfortunately, the Demons Incarnate (his parents) had called well before he'd gotten there and warned Mr and Mrs St Clair of their son's misdeeds. As a result, Finn had been turned away.

Perhaps most spoiled rich kids in his position would have dissolved into a pile of emotions and just cried. He was definitely tempted, but his parents being the kind, compassionate people that they were hadn't even had the decency to wait and kick him out in the summer, when he wouldn't die in the frigid February night. Toronto in winter wasn't a time for Finn to sit around a mope—he'd probably freeze to death first.

Instead, Finn swallowed his emotions and forced himself to walk until he found a free Wi-Fi signal, and he promptly used it to search for nearby teen shelters. It was embarrassing, and he knew that it would suck when he got there, but at least it would be warm.

Finn found one: The Yonge Home for Boys. He raced the twelve blocks to the location, just barely managing to snag one of the last beds in the place in the process.

That night, Finn knew he was marked from the second he walked in the doors. He was clean cut, and his jeans probably cost more than the building's rent. He had top-of-the line electronics with him, and a watch that was just a step down from a Rolex. The other boys looked at him like he was a piece of meat, like they couldn't wait to corner him and punch him until he handed over the goods.

Luckily, one of the ladies noticed all of that, and covertly hid his bag and all his valuables in the staff cubby, where the boys were less likely to ransack it. Apparently even though all their valuables were collected at the door, theft was still a major problem. She never gave Finn a real reason why it was such a 'problem', and Finn figured that it might be better not to ask.

Of course, that didn't stop the boys from harassing him, nicknames like Rich Boy and Mr Priss being thrown at him from all around the room, until a blond boy stood up and shouted, “Hey! Knock it off!”

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Finnegan 'Finn' Davis, a former rich kid and current slum tenant with his best friend, Ryan, didn't have the best adolescence. After being kicked out of his home at fifteen, he lived on the streets for years, until the kindness of strangers enabled him to dig himself out of that miserable life. It was all going well, until Ryan announced that he was moving in with his girlfriend, leaving Finn in the difficult position of figuring out how he could make enough to afford his crappy apartment in such an overpriced city.