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im sorry but imagine iso has sex with you while listening to music and he subconsciously matches his thrusts (intensity and speed wise) with the beat and a fucking hardcore rock song comes on. good luck my dudes.

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went 31-12 then proceeded to be ass the rest of the night(day) {its 11am rn i JUST got off} smh. heres the proof:

aaaughhhh why am i so inconsistent smh maybe i should download aim or wall hacks (joke)

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could you do a house x male reader where reader is also struggling through a drug addiction to the point they overdose, and house wonders why they arent responding gets mad at them but then finds out reader is in the hospital due to the OD? angsty comfort? sorry im struggling at the moment and this sounds nice, i understand if its a bit too serious to write about tho

of course i can, i tried my best sorry if it isn’t exactly what you want, i can redo it if needed ^^

i’m here now

gregory house x male reader

it was monday, a universal day that was hated by everyone. why? no one really knows. but, today was a very bad day for y/n l/n. he was an employee at princeton-plainsboro teaching hospital. he was under the finest doctor there, dr. gregory house. now, no one knew why the boy wanted to work with the drug addicted sadist. no one but him. his reasoning? because him and dr. house have one thing in common. drug addiction.

for y/n, it started when he was in high school. he had a shitty childhood which continued into his teen years. only when he found drugs had he found peace. but, as the years progressed, so did his addiction. it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even remember a time he was sober, besides the weeks leading up to his every-6-month checkups, which were the closest thing to hell on earth.

but, why was it a shitty day for y/n? well, he had given the wrong diagnosis, and got called an idiot for almost killing a patient. he missed breakfast. got his lunch stolen by his boss. but, the worst thing of all was that there was a new patient. someone from his past. someone he never, ever, wanted to see again. his mother. when he saw her, he turned around.

‘fuck this shit.’

after that, no one saw him the whole day. it was only a few hours after y/n left when house started to get angry.

“how dare that brat leave right after we get assigned a case!” he complained to wilson, who rolled his eyes in response, “have you tried, i dont know, asking him?” wilson replied, not bothering to look up from the folder in his hand.

the whole day, house toyed with the patient to release his frustrations. to be homest, he was starting to get less angry and more worried. he made an excuse saying that y/n is the sharpest one on the team and that the rest of them can’t function without him. when, in reality, house was the one that couldn’t function. wilson was the only one who knew why house was actually worried. why? well, the two sort of have a..romantic relationship.

he tried reaching him. call after call after call, but it all went straight to voicemail. after treating the patient, house found out it was y/n’s mom. he was about to go to his lovers home, when he got a page.

‘room 202, now.’

it was from lisa. he rushed down to the room, seeing the unconscious body of his lover. he rushed to his side grabbing y/n’s hand and looking up at the cuddy. “he overdosed…on oxycodone.”

‘fuck.’ house thought.

how could he had let this slip past him? how could he have not noticed that you were suffering all this time? he wanted to beat himself up over this, but he knew you wouldn’t want that. so he waited, sitting in the chair and watching your vitals all night. he didn’t want to risk losing someone so close to him. not again.

you woke up the next day, your head pounding and your feelings all over the place. you were glad to be alive but, god you wish you weren’t. “y/n?” you turned to the voice, seeing greg sitting next to you. he looked miserable, the bags under his eyes darker than they were before. “are you okay? why didn’t you tell me?” you didn’t say anything. to be honest, you wish you could’ve told him. that you were suffering. that you wanted help. needed help. but, it wasn’t easy to admit you were an addict.

“i know it’s hard, but please, talk to me.” you looked in his eyes. he was worried. genuinely worried. right there, tears escaped your eyes, streaming down your face. he got up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “it’s okay, y/n. i’m here, now. you’re safe, i promise.”

a/n; I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. i tried my best. again, loveeee writing angst, decided to throw in a sad lil backstory hope you dont mind and i hope you enjoyed. on a serious note, if any of you are struggling with addiction, please don’t be afraid to talk to someone and get help, even if its with a friend at first. i have a family member who’s an alcoholic, and i know it isnt the same as drugs but it hurts me to see that person going down this path. i worry that one day they aren’t gonna be here anymore and i really dont want that to be soon. so please, talk to someone, anyone, and don’t be afraid to ask for help <33 you are loved and cared for i promise

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call me cryo or atlas, i’m 17 going on 45 (my back hurts)

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happy new years everyone!!

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i kinda wanna write house and wilson (separate) fanfictions but idk if anyone would like them

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Too late…

~ genre ~ angst

~ warnings ~ death, suicide, badly written angst

~ requested ? ~ nope, but feel free to request :)

~ pairings ? ~ Ryo Kiritani (Yoru) x m!reader (but can be read as gn)

~ a/n ~ my first time writing angst, sorry if its bad

It’s been…how many days? You weren’t sure, you had lost count. You knew that dating an agent would come with it’s ups and downs, but you weren’t ready for the days, sometimes even weeks, when you wouldn’t be able to talk to your boyfriend. Not knowing if he was still alive, it hurt you to think about. So, you decided not to. Only, that made it worse. The more you tried not to think about it, the worse it seemed. You were in your bed crying most nights at the thought of not being able to see him again. It hurt, physically, mentally and emotionally. You don’t know when the last time you saw daylight was. When had you eaten? Drank water? You can’t remember, you don’t remember. You can’t find it in yourself to care. Not until you knew he was safe.

That day didn’t come for another two days. You heard the door open, your name being called. It made you jump out of bed, walking out to the source of the voice. And that’s when it hits you. When you see him, standing there, smiling at you. He looked perfectly fine. A little scratch here and there. But, nothing broken. You…were worried…for nothing. You stood there, teary eyed, staring at him. You looked….broken. His smile disappeared. He dropped all of his things and ran over to hug you.

It’s been a few days since he came back. He’s been more loving than usual, giving you more attention. You loved it, but it felt so..wrong. You decided to ignore those thoughts, pretending that everything was okay. “Hey, {y/n}, is everything alright?” You turned your head, flashing a smile to your boyfriend, “I’m fine, Ryo, just tired,” you replied, going back to your writing. It was a simple note. A letter you had forgotten to write a few weeks ago. You were tired, that’s true, but you didn’t want to leave without writing a letter.

It took longer than you expected. You were up until 4 a.m. And now, here you are. Staring at the tear stained letter, contemplating everything that was happening. You wanted to do it. Everything was tiring. Eating, getting up to use the bathroom, waking up, even going to bed seemed exhausting. And you were tired of it. You were done. Done with this entire game people called a life.

Standing up from your desk, you walked slowly to your shared bedroom. You scanned your eyes over the room one last time, stopping after seeing your boyfriend’s sleeping figure. You walked next to him, bending down to push the hair from his face, giving his temple a small kiss before smiling softly, “Don’t miss me too much, I’ll feel bad.”

After seeing everything for the last time, you left. Out the door, down the hall, to the stairs. The walk up was excruciatingly slow. Your heart ached, tears streaming down your face. You can’t believe you’re finally doing this. After how many days? Weeks? Months? Years, you’ve felt like this? But, enough was enough. You were tired of waking up every day, wishing something, anything, bad would happen. It never did, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you reached the rooftop. You walked to the edge, climbing up and sitting down, taking in the scenery. It was so beautiful, peaceful, stress free. The life you always wanted but, never got to have. With a smile on your face, you stood up, leaning forward and going wherever the wind took you. No thoughts, no stress, just…peacefulness. You were happy, yet you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “I guess this is it, huh? Goodbye..world..”

The following morning, he searched the entire house. For you. Only stopping once he found the letter. Halfway through, tears started streaming down his face. He was devastated, heartbroken. His whole world crumbled, and it was all his fault. He made you feel that way. He made you miserable. He..killed you. And now, he couldn’t do anything but mourn. Mourn, mourn, mourn. Until he couldn’t anymore. He decided to join you, he had nothing to live for anymore. He’ll stay by your side forever, not make you worry anymore. He loved you too much to leave you. And, you loved him too.

‘Ryo, do you remember our first date? You saw me at a café, you kept glancing my way with that pretty smile of yours. So, you asked me on a date. You took me to the park, it was beautiful. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, we had ice cream, and just talked. We were just kids. We didn’t know we’d be together..forever. I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday. A year after we met. You were so nervous, but you did it anyways. Your whole face went red after you realized what you had did. It was hilarious. Do you remember what I said to you that day? How I thanked you for being in my life? You gave me a reason to live. You saved me. Or, so I thought. I loved you, I really did. I will continue to love you, but I can’t deal with the pain. The constant weeks of being alone, not knowing if i’d ever see you again. Not knowing if I’d feel your touch, hug you, or hear you talk on and on about the intensity of the battles you face. I’m sorry, but I give up. I will never forget you though. You were everything to me. You made me so happy, so don’t beat yourself up over this, okay? I love you, Ryo Kiritanti. And truly, thank you for trying to save me. But, I’m afraid you were just..too late..”

~ word count ~ 948