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Chocolate Princess ♡

Willy Wonka x reader

Pt 2

Part One

Description - Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

Word count - 1.3k

Warnings - fluff, fluff and more fluff ♡

a/n - little NYE present for you all!

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At exactly 9:51, I excitedly leapt out of my bed already dressed and ready to go. It was a crisp night so I elected for one of my thicker dresses which reached my knees, wooly tights, my coat and matching small cape. Both fur lined with pom poms ending the ties of the cape. All of it a familiar shade of green, a shade which lined nearly every inch of my wardrobe. It seemed even the choosing of my fashions were up to my fathers input.

I crept out of my room and down the stairs, only feeling safe once my gloved hands had managed to lock the mansion’s ornate door.

I skipped through town, skidding to a stop at the fountain as the large clock struck the hour of 10. I peered all around, my smile beginning to droop at the emptiness all around. However, a crunching of ice beneath boots pricked up my ears. So I began to walk the circumference of the fountain. Unbeknownst to me, another on the opposing side of the water feature had begun to do the same. My pace picked up as it seemed the footsteps would retreat at the same speed I would follow. Until finally I managed a jog and practically lunged at the burgundy coat and took it in my grasp. Willy jumped around. But when our eyes met, everything became still once again.

“Hi.”

We spoke together in whispered breaths.

“Are you ready to begin?” I went to sit down on the fountains edge but was stopped by Willy. Who proceeded to produce a blanket from his briefcase which he then layed down upon the icy stone. He took my hand in his and allowed me to sit once again.

“You are a true gentleman.” I teased in my poshest voice.

“Nothing but the best for the finest lady in all the land.” He jumped up onto the fountain and announced to the unknowing night air.

“Sh.” I reprimanded through my own giggles as I tugged him back down, my smile betraying any semblance of sterness.

“You don’t want anyone to know you’re out here?” His eyes drooped as his smile faltered. “You don’t want to be seen with me.” I tightly clasped both his hands in mine so he would be forced to look at me.

“Even if the whole world was watching us right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Okay?” He softly nodded.

“Now lets begin.” I produced a piece of paper from my pocket. “I thought we should start with the alphabet.”

I handed it to him and would direct his finger to the letter in question each time I taught him a new one.

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It took a long time for Willy to even get the grasp of the alphabet and when the clock struck midnight, I wasn’t even sure he was there.

“How about we just try it out.” I turned the paper over and wrote down the word ‘CAT’. “Can you tell me how this word sounds?”

He took the paper and began to turn it upside down as if trying to determine in which way he could make it work. “Not a bit of it.”

I giggled but stopped when his face showed he thought I was laughing at him. I took the paper from him and used my pen to circle the A. “You see this one is a vowel.” And then I circled the C and the T. “And these are consonants.”

“All I’m hearing is owls and nonsenants.” I chuckled sweetly at his ability to turn anything round and make it sweeter for the world to swallow. Seeing his tired face I decided to set my teaching supplies down. I stroked my hand over his weathered skin feeling the weight of the days struggles plastered over his face. Although this was fun and exciting for me, the poor boy had been through enough and he didnt need some girl trying to live her fruitless dreams of adventure through him.

There was a silence between us until he broke it. “I’m never going to get it?”

“Don’t say that! Reading takes time, it isn’t something you learn overnight.”

“You mean, you were going to give me more lessons?” He looked at me in awe that oozed naivety. I couldn’t help how I continued to stroke his face.

“Of course.” I suddenly became aware of my hands and their minds of their own. I righted myself back to propriety. “Anyways, reading is more about exposure. The more you read the better you become. And the better you become, the more you can read. It’s quite beautiful really.”

He gently tapped the side of my head. “With the amount of smarts you’ve got crammed up in this little head, well I wouldn’t be surprised if you were able to read every book in the world!”

I giggled embarrassed. “I wouldn’t know.”

“What do you mean you wouldn’t know?”

“Father stopped my studies when I was only 18. And he won’t allow me to go further. He won’t even allow me to spend my days at the library. I’m forced to be in his chocolate shop every hour of every day.”

He thought to himself. “Doesn’t sound so bad–” I shot him a quick glare. “-If you’re me! But that’s because making chocolate is my dream.”

“All I ever dream about now is being able to go off and learn. I want to read every book ever written, see every study ever done. Cram my mind full till it hurts with every single thing in the world there is to know.” I had risen excitedly and began to flap my hands about animatedly. I realised how much I had let myself express and became embarrassed under invisible eyes.

Yet the pair transfixed on my figure, held nothing but love.

“I guess it’s quite a silly dream to have.”

He rose and joined me, attaching our hands once more.

“All great ideas started with a dream, that’s what mama used to say.”

“What a beautiful thought. She must be a spectacular woman.”

“She was.” My lips parted to offer something more to the moment we were having but I was rudely interrupted by the ominous stroke of one.

“I’m sorry, I must go. Daddy sleepwalks when he eats too much chocolate and I must be there to help him out.” I hurriedly collected my things and returned to where Willy stood, still locked in our previous stance. Looking up once more into his eyes, I decided my fate and pulled him into a soul crushing kiss that had the touch of a butterfly. We parted only slightly, each wanting to return.

“I’m sorry I truly must leave.”

“Wait.” He stopped my retreating form. “Please accept this.” He returned to his suitcase and began to rummage.

“Willy, don’t be ridiculous do not pay me!”

“I wouldn’t thank you with something as common as money. No, I must show my gratitude with the only thing I own with any worth. My recipes. Open.” He gestured to my mouth and I willingly obliged. He placed a dainty rose shaped chocolate onto my awaiting tongue and I eagerly consumed it.

“They just get better each time.” I spoke, rather unladylike, through a mouthful of melting chocolate. I gave him a final kiss on his cheek and began to lightly skip back home.

--♡--

A quiet melody joined my journey home.

For a moment, life has never tasted so sweet. For a moment, I’m enriched with possibility. He is exciting and new, But be careful and think it all through.

Home is where you’re secure, It’s safe and you’re pure. But how long can you ignore it. That your heart is melting like chocolate.

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#timothee!wonka x reader #timothee chalamet wonka #timothée chalamet #willy wonka x you #wonka x reader #willy wonka x reader #wonka 2023 #wonka movie

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 4 months

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Chocolate Princess ♡

Willy Wonka x reader

Description - Y/n Ficklegruber can't help but become enamoured with the spectacularly peculiar man stood in the middle of the galleria.

Word count - 1.6k

warnings - fluff ♡

a/n: Watched Wonka today with my sister and my little cousins and honestly have never smiled so much during a film. Every bit of it was just pure wondourous imagination. And Timothee as Wonka was just too scrumptious! Who couldn't love him!

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PART TWO

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I began everyday as I always did. Being ungraciously tumbled out of my pink satin sheets, poked and prodded by our various servants, squeezed into the most painstakingly prissy pink gingham dress (with a matching bow for extra faff), and hauled into my fathers car to join him on his way to work.

You see, I am the sole child of famed chocolatier Felix Ficklegruber. Since I had completed my mandatory years of studies, my days consisted of lounging about my fathers office in complete boredom. My mind practically weakened with the mundane repetitiveness of it all, and I knew it would surely combust if it was not stimulated soon. For 2 years now, I had been begging my father to allow me to study at the prestigious university at the edge of town. But each plea had been met with a scoff, an eyebrow raise and sharp “no”. Even the library was off limits.

I paced around his office, deliberately scuffing my mary janes against the carpet. I smirked at how each scrape made his face tick as if it was being flicked.

“Would you cease that infernal racket. I am trying to work, precious girl.”

“What work? All you do is sit up here eating your own chocolate.” I slumped down onto the disgustingly green couch.

“Please darling, you are giving me a headache, I must ring for my 8am mocha.” He picked up the telephone, clasping his fingers to his eyes.

I drummed my fingers against my dress and clicked my heels together. “You know,” I trailed off. “I wouldn’t be here to bother you at all if…I was at the library.”

The phone was slammed back onto the receiver which made me flinch. He rose from the desk and stalked his way towards me.

“No daughter of mine will be caught in some stuffy book prison-”

“That’s not entirely correct..”

“--That are refuge for the ugly, the untalented and the p–” He dry heaved. I winced at the possibility of another spew. “The p-” I lunged for a bowl as he spluttered.

“I know what you are going to say so maybe we should avoid any bodily functions.” I picked up his monogrammed hanky and wet it from my glass of water. I dabbed the cool liquid against his mouth. His eyes softened at my action and his hand softly clasped around my wrist.

“Sweetheart, you live in complete luxury. Have treasures other children couldn’t even dream of. Why can’t you just stay.” My gaze fell. His hands held my shoulders to turn me around and led me towards the towering window which overlooked the galleria. “Besides, one day you will inherit my pride and joy, my fortune, the very thing that ignites my soul, my–”

“Who’s that?” I interrupted, and pointed my finger to a beautifully disheveled man who had risen atop his suitcase in order to address the crowd. I quirked a smile and took in the strange man, who was truly more a boy, and his frightfully exciting appearance.

The thickness of the window meant I couldn’t hear what the boy was saying but his movements and expressions delighted me to no end. I giggled as he began to flap, mimicking a butterfly. I gasped as he produced from his shallow hat, a large jar of what appeared to be chocolate eggs. But once he took the top off, I shrieked in delight, as each little egg floated up as if carried by wings.

I felt my father stiffen before he shoved me away from the window.

“Now, now sweetheart. Do not bother looking at this man any longer. Clearly another hopeful vagrant but do not worry.” He lifted my chin with his pinky. “We shall deal with him right now.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who was ‘we’.

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Once the three had left their respective stores, I snuck out of our own and managed to squeeze my way through the crowd so I was left behind my father and my, and I regret to say it, godfathers.

They each took a bite of the treats offered by the mysterious man who beamed at them with awe filled eyes.

Even from my limited view I could see the flickers of enjoyment cross each of their eyes as they questioned the different ingredients. But my gazing was caught by the top hatted man. His smile grew even brighter as our eyes met. I felt unsure in the presence of a man such as him and all my normal instincts failed. So I settled on a little wave. He offered a small wave back.

“--100%, the absolute WORST!”

The man jumped out of his skin in glee, mishearing Slugworth because of his focus on me.

“Did you hear that ladies and gentlemen, an endorsement by–wait did you say the worst?”

Anger bubbling in my blood, I finally made my presence known.

“You lie, Arthur. I saw your face! You haven’t enjoyed a treat that much since daddy figured out how to make marshmallow flavored chocolate milk.”

There were murmurs amongst the three in agreement and fond memory of that chocolate milk. But they snapped back and I was held firmly by my father who apologized to Slugworth for my rude behavior. A cane was held down on the hand that gripped me. I looked up and met the sweet face of its owner.

“I am terribly sorry.” With a practiced flick I was released. I looped my hand around my saviours available arm. He led me backwards in comical cautiousness. “But I don’t think she’d like to be held for what comes next.”

Suddenly, the three men began to lift into the air.

“The hoverbugs from mumbai! They love chocolate! You must have put their eggs in the treat!” I exclaimed excitedly, whilst watching the hilarious display.

“Exactly.” In my glee, I hadn’t noticed the adoring look which the chocolatier had fixed on the side of my head.

The fun was interrupted by the chief of police. I rolled my eyes. Slugworth must have phoned.

“Now Ms Ficklegruber if you’d kindly step away from the criminal.” The chief of police gestured and I was led away as they interrogated the man whose name I still didn’t know. I looked on sadly as he was forced to give up his earnings. I shoved off the policemen’s arms, I made my way back over to the man whose face was as solemn as how happy it had been just minutes before. The excitement around the galleria had dimmed as various floating consumers were returned to gravity.

“I am really sorry.” I gestured to the measly sovereign he was left with.

“Don’t be. It was a law and I broke it. These fine men were merely doing their job. But a new day shall bring new promise.” He soldiered on with a smile and once again patted his hat back upon his head. “At least I can make rent.” He flicked the sovereign up and caught it once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“Scrubbits.”

My face fell in sympathy. “You didn’t read the fine print?” I pitied the poor man and what was about to befall him. Scrubbits contract was a common warning amongst residents but as I truly took in the whimsical nature which surrounded this man, I knew he wasn't from here. And that made me smile. This place could use something new.

He sheepishly scratched the back of his head and lowered his eyeline.

“You can’t read?” I questioned but my tone couldn't help but soften.

“I always thought my mama would teach me, but eventually my pursuits became solely chocolate.” I reached out and grasped his arm. Stroking the velvet beneath my fingertips.

Before I even knew what they were, the words left my mouth. “I could teach you.”

He was surprised. “You would? But why?”

“You’re interesting.” I peered back to the shop which loomed behind me. “I need that.”

“Forgive me, I have not even introduced myself.” He took off his hat and leaned into a deep bow. “My name is Willy Wonka.”

I giggled but responded with a curtsy of my own. “Y/n Ficklegruber.”

At the mention of my last name he looked towards the ceiling where my father still hung, gesturing feebly. “Wow. You really have chocolate in your blood. No wonder you’re so sweet.” Both our eyes widened when we realized what he said. A blush spread across my heated cheeks and meeting Willy’s eyes suddenly became impossible.

“Y/N GET AWAY FROM THAT CANDY GRABBING SCOUNDREL!” My fathers voice beat down from the ceiling where he had been watching my entire interaction with Wonka.

“Meet me at the fountain, tonight, 10pm sharp. Daddy will be in a sugar crash by then. It’ll be easy to sneak out.”

Before I could rush off to avoid my father once his feet returned to earth, Willy halted my movements and placed his empty palm out in front of me.

“Before you go, I want to give you something. You shouldn’t have anything I make in bulk. You deserve something a little more…” He placed a cloth over his palm and ripped it off revealing a deep red chocolate heart decorated with tiny flakes of gold. “Bespoke.”

I placed the treat in my mouth and audibly moaned at the taste. This man was a true genius. My father is going to be so mad. I could jump for joy.

“Till tonight, Mr Wonka.”

“Please, call me Willy.” I leaned up and delicately kissed his cheek in a way of goodbye.

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That night after discovering the true horror of what being a “guest” of Scrubbits included, Willy begged and pleaded with his newest friend, Noodle, to help him sneak out for the night because, in his words, he’d seen…

“The most beautiful girl to ever exist and if I don’t get to see her again tonight, my heart might just burst out of my chest!”

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#willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x you #willy wonka #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet wonka #wonka #timothee!wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wonka 2023

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Criminal Minds characters as Greek Gods: Pt3

“It is a painful thing To look at your own trouble and know That you yourself and no one else has made it” ― Sophocles, Ajax

Spencer Reid - Apollo - God of the Sun and light

Apollo, a deity of manifold function and meaning, one of the most widely revered and influential of all the ancient Greek and Roman gods. He was the god of divine distance, who sent or threatened from afar; the god who made men aware of their own guilt and purified them of it. It seemed his gifts and skills knew no bounds...and this frightened even the gods.

"They'll remember you for the light you gave off, not the way you burned in spite of it. i promise you that."

Elle Greenaway - Artemis - Goddess of the hunt

Artemis was the Ancient Greek goddess of the hunt. Fierce and fickle, her character and function varied greatly but behind all forms lay the goddess of wild nature, who danced in mountains. As well as killing game, she also protected it.

"Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks Artemis draws her golden bow … The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts."

Jason Gideon - Prometheus - God of Fire

Prometheus, in Greek religion, one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, and god of fire. His intellectual side was emphasized by the apparent meaning of his name, Forethinker. After the Gods hid fire from the mortals, Prometheus stole it and returned it to Earth once again. Prometheus was arrested and bound to a stake on Mount Kaukasos where an eagle was set to feed upon his ever-regenerating liver.

“I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death”

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #david rossi #derek morgan #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotch

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Criminal Minds characters as Greek Gods: Pt 2

“Never honor the gods in one breath and take the gods for fools the next.” ― Sophocles, Oedipus Rex

Aaron Hotchner - Zeus - King of Olympus

Zeus was the chief deity of the pantheon. He was called the father (i.e., the ruler and protector) of both gods and men. Hesiod described Zeus as a god who “brought peace in place of violence” and referred to him as the “lord of justice”.

“For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word."

Derek Morgan - Ares - God of War

Ares, in Greek religion, god of war or, more properly, the spirit of battle. In the Greek myths, Ares was noted for his beauty and courage.

"Only a fool would challenge me in my own game."

David Rossi - Dionysus - God of wine and pleasure

Dionysus, in Greco-Roman religion, a nature god of fruitfulness and vegetation, especially known as a god of wine and ecstasy. Dionysus was often called Eleutherios, meaning “the liberator,” because his wine, music, and ecstatic dance freed his followers from self-consciousness and the restraints of society.

"The more alive this life becomes, the nearer death draws, until the supreme moment...when death and life meet in an embrace of mad ecstasy."

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #david rossi #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #criminal minds fic #greek myth aesthetic #greek goddesses #greek gods #greek mythology

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Criminal Minds characters as Greek Gods: Pt 1

“Of all men’s miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.” ― Herodotus, The Histories

Jj - Aphrodite - Goddess of Love and Beauty

Aphrodite was the Ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty. It is said her appearance was so enchanting to cause substantial conflict among gods and men alike. Aphrodite was honoured as a protector of those who travelled by sea and, less surprisingly, courtesans and prostitutes.

“They wanted you to believe that love is weak, that you cannot curse and kiss with the same mouth. They wanted you to believe that the root of love is romance, soft and wide-eyed...Regardless o whether you desire it, love is what sits at the core of the world."

Emily Prentiss - Athena - Goddess of wisdom and warfare

Athena in Greek mythology was the city protectress and the goddess of war, handicraft and practical reason. As a goddess of war she could never be dominated by any other gods of Olympus. The goddess was not to be trifled with and her sense of justice was such that acts of impiety were swiftly avenged.

“There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.”

Penelope Garcia - Persephone - Goddess of Spring and Death

The sweet daughter, goddess of harvest and fertility, of goddess Demeter and Zeus, who was kidnapped by Hades and later became the Queen of the Underworld. It is her return to Olympus every six months which causes the flowers to bloom and the harvest to flourish.

"Lost in Hell,—Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, “My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here."

#criminal minds #david rossi #derek morgan #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #greek mythology #greek gods #greek goddesses #greek myth aesthetic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction

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i have so many text posts saved i need to do another what am i doing part soon. in the meantime enjoy more badly edited hilson singles

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Monty Python interviewed in 1973 (via)

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Hi girl! How are you?

I just want to say that you’re an amazing writer and love all your work💕

Keep going 💫!

Thank you so much!

I’ve not been having the greatest time recently so this really made my day 🥹

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Hi 😊 how are you?

I miss you 😢

Thank you! I miss writing too!

It’s just that I’m back at university now and in the two weeks I’ve been back my childhood dog has been put down and I got a chest infection so I’m struggling a bit.

But I have so many ideas so just you wait!!!

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And that’s the show!

patient: seizing and going into cardiac arrest

ducklings: earnestly trying to keep them alive

smash cut to house and wilson desperately trying not to fuck each other

#that's it; that's the show #insane show for insane people #hatecrimes md #house md #greg house #gregory house #james wilson

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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Could I request a House fic with the general prompt being a Doctor/Patient pairing? Like House is attracted to (reader) patient. Your choice of fluff or smut

So sorry it's late but this is my first House fic so I wanted it to be good! Hope you like it!

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Dying's Easy

House x reader

description - you don't want to do the surgery and House is determined to change your mind.

word count - 781

warnings - talks of death, illness, terminal illness, hospitals, surgery, being put under.

a/n - my first House pairing fic so let me know what you think!

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Your whole body ached and felt like your blood had been drained and replaced twice over. You tried to curl up onto your side, in search of the comfort you received from such a childlike pose. But the wires and your fragile bones screamed for you to stop. You fell back onto the bed as tears of frustration poured down your cheeks.

A knock from a distinctly wooden object halted your crying. Upon seeing the face of your doctor you quickly wiped away your tears. But he had already seen.

He limped forward and place a chocolate pudding cup and spoon in the space between your hands. Before moving away he squeezed one of your bony hands, a little part of him sunk at the feel of your fragility.

“I got you a present.” He gestured to the dessert with his cane.

You looked at him suspiciously. “They’re free for patients.”

“I never said I paid for the present. Does our love mean so little that you must attach monetary value to it.” He dramatically placed his hand to his heart in faux hurt.

You giggled. “Thank you.” He smiled at the flicker of joy but his frown returned when he saw your hands uselessly attempt to open the cup in spite of their shaking. He rose and took the cup and opened it for you.

You gave him the sweetest smile you could muster but sunk down in the realisation of your inability to complete the task.

He went back and dragged his chair closer to your bed as you slowly tucked in to the delicious treat. Only taking small bites.

You had come to enjoy the frequent visits with your doctor. It seemed he only needed to be with you to soothe his own worries which you saw furrowed on his face. His team had often remarked how unusual his behaviour was, comparing him to manic genius with no sense of empathy. You found their quips funny especially because of how anachronistic they were to the man who helped you fix your pillows any time you so much as squirmed.

“I heard you’re refusing the surgery.” You halted your eating, your face fell. Of course it was this.

“I just don’t want to.”

“You realise you aren’t choosing between some cosmetic alteration, this is the choice between living and dying.”

“Well maybe I don’t want to live.”

“That’s ridiculous everyone wants to live.” He rolled his eyes.

“Living’s tiring.” Your voice became childlike in your admittance. This shocked him as his focus was no solely on you. “I’m tired, Greg.” Your words shook and were on the precipice of falling. He took your shaking hand in his and they lay linked on your bed.

“I know.” He cooed. “I know I’ve been wrong before, but I know I’m right about this. I won for you, now just let me fight it. For you.”

You still couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, afraid you’d crumble.

“Being alive is the worst.” You giggled at his dark quip. “But dying is the easy way out.” He used a finger to gently poke your cheek as you tried to contain your smile. “And I never took you for a coward.”

He sat there with you for a full hour. You dropped in and out of sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of your hand.

Eventually Cameron came to prep you for surgery. House still did not let go.

You lay on the table and the surgeons bustled around you, the anaesthetist approached with the gas. House stood next your head and softly stroked your eyelids to offer some comfort.

“Just one thing.” You managed out. “If I don’t wake up, there’s something I’d regret not doing. Can you kiss me?”

House was stunned for a moment and looked around at the surgeons managing one ear on the interesting turn of events. He carefully leaned down and planted the softest kiss onto your cracked dry lips. As soon as you connected he felt the stress leave your body and you welcomed whatever was to come. The gas mask was placed over your nose and mouth.

“See you in a bit.” House teased.

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Your heavy lids fought open and your blurry vision focused on the outline of your hospital room. Despite the post surgey pain, you could sense that everything else was gone. You were going to be okay. You strained your neck to turn to the side where your eyes landed on House, who’s bedraggled clothes indicated where he had slept waiting for you.

“Welcome back.”

You reached out a weak arm and cupped his cheek.

“Thank you.”

#house md #james wilson #house x wilson #dr house #dr house x reader #house x reader #gregory house #gregory house x reader #gregory house x james wilson #gregory house x you

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Hi, could you write something for Wilson x reader with the song "Speak Now"(Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift. The plot would be something like the reader is marrying someone else but House brings along Wilson and its his last chance with the reader.

Write only if you want to. You're an amazing writer🩷

Thank you so much, I fricking loved this request! Hope you think I did it justice!

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Speak Now (Taylor's Version)

James Wilson x reader

description - and the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace...

word count - 1.7k

warnings - angst, smug men, kind of manipulation on the part of the fiance, Florence Nightingale Syndrome

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The happiest day of your life. So why did you want to puke. Gazing through the mirror past your pale white reflection. The tulle suffocated you and the ribbons seemed to grip your skin. Constraints halting your run.

You drag your eyes to meet your own and begin menial tasks. So that some small fix of your hair and makeup could somehow remove the absent look on your face.

This was right. Right? Tom had been great.

You’d met a year ago in the hospital when he had been brought in for House to diagnose. Meaning his road to recovery was anything but smooth. He’d been lost when he’d come in, looking more like a scared little boy than the man he was supposed to be. That meant you found yourself comforting him more than usual. It helped that it was an excuse to be anywhere but the Oncology knowing you couldn’t face a certain man just yet. The pain was too raw.

Any influx of pain would have him gripping your arm and begging you with tear filled eyes to hold him. When he had been close to the end he’d dragged you forward and said that if he must go now, he wanted your face to be the last one he ever saw. In the moment you were too affronted with the beautiful feeling at being needed, to see the clearest example of Florence Nightingale syndrome ever. But once he was cured you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room. He needed you, but more than that, he wanted to be near you. And that was addicting.

He had returned a week after being discharged and found you in the corridor discussing a recent patient with Ja--Dr Wilson. He professed his feelings for you and practically begged you to go on a date with him. You could feel the broken gaze from behind raking up and down your form. But you resigned him to the back of your mind, righted yourself, smiled.

“Yes.”

One date turned into another. And eventually it was your 6 month anniversary. You celebrated at your favourite Italian restaurant. When the Tiramisu arrived you took a big spoonful and was ready to bite in until you turned and saw Tom down on one knee, offering you the biggest diamond you had ever seen. It’s actual size overshadowed the rest of the ring. He looked up at you with an expectant grin. Your spoon was still prised at your open mouth. Once he gave you a slight look, you put down the dessert and turned to his full attention. There was a lump in your throat as you tried to come to terms with the scene you had pictured many times, just not like this. Not with him. Your words almost clawed back.

“Yes.”

And now here you were, trust up like a prized calf. Kitted out in jewels and silk, accentuating your apparent purity. Tom’s mother and sisters fretted around you, moving your limbs to their own satisfaction. You looked around for your mother in search of the comfort she brought. But you could not see her. Your heart dropped upon realising she had been blocked from entering your own bridal suite. You had played with Barbie’s as a child. You loved nothing more than dressing them up and doing their hair, imagining the look that adorned their plastic figures could also adorn yours. But now you were the doll. You were the one in the chair with no agency of your own.

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*Wilson’s pov*

All I wanted was to get through this day by myself. But I knew any request for House to leave me alone would fall on deaf ears.

He sat with his feet sprawled over my desk and his cane across his lap. His eyes burned into my skull which had lowered in favour of filling out forms.

“You know what today is?”

A loud sigh indicated my confirmation.

“I sent a gift.” House pushed further.

“As did I.” I huffed out, already done with his line of inquiry.

“Did your note happen to say ‘I’m still in love with you and the greatest mistake I ever made was letting you go’?” I shot my head up to glare at him. “Because mine did but I don’t think that really fits our relationship so how about we swap.”

“House you have five seconds to leave my office or you can start forging your own Vicodin prescriptions.” My movements became erratic in the shuffling of my papers. I pushed away the chair and began to look for an unknown object on my shelves. Unwilling to look at House anymore.

“You know what you are?” He pushed up and his voice rose.

“What?” I spat out.

“A coward.” I laughed incredulously.

“Please do enlighten me,” I sarcastically stated with a sweeping gesture.

“You love that girl, and you’d rather sit here wallowing in the idea that you lost her to that bumped up rich twit than go and fight for her.” He had rounded the corner to confront me face to face.

“I ALREADY LOST HER.” A silence hung in the room. “I lost her well before he came along. There wasn’t anything to fight for her because he already won. He has her heart and he’s welcome to it, cause she sure as hell isn’t gonna trust me with it again.”

I slumped down in my office chair. House approached and placed a single comforting hand on my shoulder.

“It’s not over until someone says I do.”

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The church is much colder now. Or is it just you. The stone walls seem to run away from you into an everlasting ceiling. The eyes of those cast in glass pierce your body like a thousand spears, nailing you to the spot. The stems you grasp in your hands suddenly have thorns and you want more than anything to drop them to save the pain. But you don’t.

Tom gazes at you from the side love plastered on his expression. Every so often as the priest drones on Tom glances back towards the rows of guests and the love on his face is replaced by pride. You furrow your brows at his actions, but he does not notice and still smiles whilst looking directly into your uncomfortable expression.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace” The priest announces in almost hushed silence. Tom sweeps the room with his eyes accusingly. A silence hangs in the air, you barely notice already resigned.

“Always a tense moment.” The priest teases to the two of you with a little giggle.

The church doors are ripped open and you turn in time to see James and House, run into the church, halting when all eyes were fixed on them.

“Has it happened?” James gasps out.

“No, you’re just in time, just take a seat and we’ll carry on.” The preacher brushes all the cues to the true nature of the interruption.

“No, has it happened? Him and her? Is it official?” James hurried to get all his words out concisely.

Tom angled his body to cover yourself from James’ eyes.

“Dr Wilson, Dr House, leave now.” He threatened.

“Or what, short stack!” House shouted from behind James, but he was quickly shushed by James who didn’t want to make the situation any worse.

“This is our day; you had your chance. It’s my turn now.” Tom sneered out.

“Excuse me!” You pushed Tom from where he covered you.

“Just hear me out. Y/n, please.” James voice lowered to a whisper locking the two of you in a moment.

You offer a slight nod, afraid of any larger movement.

“Y/n, I love you. And I know there are better times to tell you this than on your wedding day…to another man. But it’s the truth. The day you walked away broke me. I realised how much I had been taking your presence in my life for granted. Your warmth, your kindness, the sheer amount of love you offer to the world. All this had become such an integral part of my life that I forgot to cherish it and instead accepted it would always be there.”

His voice caught in his throat on a shaky sob. You wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. It has run straight through the amount of makeup plastered on your face.

“If you tell me that he is the love of your life and that he is the person you want to build your future with, then I’ll go. And this will just be a horrible story we bury to the pits of our memory.” You let out a stray giggle at that. “But I don’t think he is.”

“If you’re doing this for security because you want the picket fence life, you don’t need to. And I’m not saying pick me, I mean I really want you to, but that’s not exactly what I’m saying. What I’m saying is be sure.” The silence in the room hung heavy and James’ questioning of his decision came out in how unsure his movements became.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” There was a lump in his throat. “But, if you will let me, I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it.”

Our eyes locked for a minute. Tears glistened on both of our faces. Defeat littered across his features. He turned around prepared for the ultimate shameful walk, cursing himself for his lack of judgment. Of course, you didn’t love him anymore. He broke your heart.

You turned to look at Tom’s smug face. He is shocked when you shove your bouquet into his arms and run down the aisle, your dress bundled in your arms. James turns around just in time to be met with the bear hug you threw onto his frame. Your neck craned to bury your head in his neck. Smiling at the familiar scent washing over you.

Your words were muffled through his suit.

“Thank you.”

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What is 《peds!》?

Pediatrics - medicine speciality for children

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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description - Y/n reveals some of her...hobbies.

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*your pov*

“Wait!” I came running in to see Cameron and Foreman attempting to pry the woman off the man she was ‘strangling’. I managed to pull them off of her, both equally surprised by my actions in stopping them. I also held my hand out to stop the woman from doing anything that would incriminate her further.

“This isn’t what you think it is.” I directed towards the two doctors, I then turned to face the woman who stood ashamed. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

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“She’s his dominatrix.”

I announced to House and his minions. I stood front and centre as they looked at me in disbelief.

“They both participate in BDSM, I’m assuming a classic dom and sub relationship. Harvey clearly takes pleasure in masochism and she indulges this as his dom. Hence the strangling which I think she did to calm him down.”

The open mouths around the room could have caught flies. I was confused by their reaction so merely stood kicking my feet waiting for them to regain their ability to speak.

“I’m sorry, how do you know this?” Foreman questioned his face betraying his complete shock at my statements.

“I wasn’t sure at first but there was something in the way they related to each other and their stances around the other. Also I’ve seen her at a few parties.” I simply stated in response.

“Your life is amazing!” House excitedly added. “Now at these parties did you do any girl on girl action? Medically speaking.” He questioned me with a mischevious glint.

“I don’t know how answering that is relevant to the case at hand.” I teased back at him knowing he would understand the affirmation in my tone.

House stood up and came to my side before whining out. “Wilson is so lucky!” Like a child who was jealous of their friends new bike. I smiled at the mention of my boyfriend and then rolled my eyes at his playful quips.

“Anyways, that’s what I came to offer.” I skipped out of the room to leave them to their diagnosis.

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“Hands up who’s turned on.” House asked the room once Y/n had left. He shot his hand up and was quickly joined by Chase. Cameron glared at him.

“What?” He innocently asked. She jutted her chin out and collected up her papers to leave in a huff. Glaring at House as well as she left.

“What a square.” House announced to Chase and Foreman.

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*your pov*

I was flicking through my files at the nurses station when I felt a pair of strong arms embrace me from behind. James had his head buried in my neck and gave the skin a quick kiss. We were never ones for extreme PDA in the office, so the exchange lasted less than a second before he was around at my side to properly converse with me.

“You on House’s stroke case now? I saw you in the room.” James inquired.

“No, just had to offer some specialist assistance.” I sing songed back.

“And what specialist assistance would that be, my darling?” He indulged in my evasive responses. Leaning in close so our lips were ever so close.

“It merely involved one of the patients…specific hobbies.” I pretended to think hard about my word choice. I winked at him on the last word.

He took my full meaning and struggled to hide his grin at the beautiful and exciting girl he’d managed to get.

There was a tap on my shoulder and I whipped around and was met with Chase.

“Dr Y/l/n, may I speak with you for a moment.” He seemed cocky and looked between James and I. I decided to coddle his intentions and agreed. He directed me a few feet a way. James watched my retreating form and kept an eye on the conversation, not liking the look in Chase’s eye.

“I just wanted to say, y/n, that I have also from time to time indulged in the pleasurable acts you described to House.” He flirtingly stated, his voice a low whisper. He placed his hand on the wall next to us and used it as leverage to lean in.

“I see.” I could barely contain my giggle at where I suspected the line of questioning was going.

“So, if things ever get too boring with grandpa over there,” He jutted his chin towards James. “I’m always up for a bit of alone time.” He winked at me.

I let out a small giggle but quickly righted myself. I stalked closer towards him and I saw him shrink at my intimidating movement.

“Oh believe me,” I placed my lips directly next to his ear. “I am plenty satisfied.”

I strutted away relishing in his flustered state. I once again was in front of James.

“What was that a—” I pulled him into a deep kiss by his collar.

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